This fic is saved in my docs as "Nailed in the Butt by my Childhood Bully Victim and a Metric Fuck Ton of Chronic"
That's a pretty good summary.
BkDk, CW for copious amounts of pot, Dom Izuku, and super duper stoned sex :)
That's a pretty good summary.
BkDk, CW for copious amounts of pot, Dom Izuku, and super duper stoned sex :)
"Get that shit out of my face," Bakugou spits, shoving Kaminari lightly on the chest when he tries to hand Bakugou a bong that Izuku thinks /might/ be impressive if he had any real metric to gauge bong size against.
"Come on, B!" Kaminari whines. "You gotta try it /sometime/."
"Come on, B!" Kaminari whines. "You gotta try it /sometime/."
"I don't want your shitty weed, Pikachu," Bakugou proclaims.
"It's 'Toshi's actually, and it's /really/ good--" Kaminari starts, but Shinsou cuts him off.
"He doesn't want it," he says with a slow, easy shrug that instantly puts everyone at ease. Then he turns to Izuku.
"It's 'Toshi's actually, and it's /really/ good--" Kaminari starts, but Shinsou cuts him off.
"He doesn't want it," he says with a slow, easy shrug that instantly puts everyone at ease. Then he turns to Izuku.
"Midoriya?"
All attention swings to Izuku, and he puts his hands up right away to wave them off, to tell them he's fine, except for some reason tonight feels different. They've offered him pot before.
All attention swings to Izuku, and he puts his hands up right away to wave them off, to tell them he's fine, except for some reason tonight feels different. They've offered him pot before.
Half the class likes to smoke, and since all of them except Bakugou like Izuku just fine, he's been around it plenty. He always declines though, just like Bakugou.
The main difference is, Kaminari and Co actually /want/ to get Bakugou to smoke, are convinced it'll help him /chill, man/, but no one ever really pushes Izuku. He's pretty sure Shinsou only asked him to be polite.
Izuku shrugs and says, "Sure! How do I do it?"
Izuku shrugs and says, "Sure! How do I do it?"
There is a sudden and violent uproar, everyone talking at once, and a few people reaching for Kaminari's bong like they want to show Izuku how to use it. Bakugou looks like he wants to hit Izuku on the mouth and Izuku can't help but offer him his best sheepish smile.
Todoroki ends up with Kaminari's bong, and Izuku misses how it actually happens, although he can guess. Todoroki always gets what he wants because he so rarely appears to want much of anything. He's the kind of person who speaks so infrequently, people listen when he does.
He probably just appeared at Kaminari's side and everyone else fell quiet one by one until the whole room is watching him with bated breath.
He gives Izuku a small, heart stuttering smile, and proceeds to take what Izuku knows is in fact an utterly massive bong rip (and he lights the bowl with his fingertip, the bastard). But he doesn't exhale.
He shoves the bong back at Kaminari, swoops forward, and breathes it all into Izuku's mouth while the whole class cheers, one hand slotted delicately under Izuku's chin.
Izuku blushes fiercely because he and Todoroki have a /thing/ and it's not really a secret, or exclusive, but it's not like they walk around /kissing in public,/ damn it.
The blush soon changes to a full-on flush however, when Izuku's lungs start to burn and he coughs all the smoke up in a thick cloud. Someone whistles. Shinsou pats him on the back and hands him a cup of water. Todoroki smiles at him which is exceedingly nice.
"/See/, Bakubro!" Kaminari says suddenly, swinging around. "Even Midoriya is doing it."
Izuku should be surprised when Bakugou snaps, âGive /me that/,â and snatches the bong from Kaminariâs hands. He should be surprised but he absolutely is not.
Izuku should be surprised when Bakugou snaps, âGive /me that/,â and snatches the bong from Kaminariâs hands. He should be surprised but he absolutely is not.
Bakugou is the most competitive person Izuku knows, and even now, he still can't help but try to prove that anything Izuku can do, Bakugou can do better.
He fits his lips to the mouth of the bong, lights it, and proceeds to pull on it until Shinsou finally speaks up.
He fits his lips to the mouth of the bong, lights it, and proceeds to pull on it until Shinsou finally speaks up.
"You're gonna hurt yourself--"
A split second later, Bakugou yanks the bowl from the slide and instantly turns bright red when the ridiculous white cloud of smoke he'd created rushes into his mouth.
A split second later, Bakugou yanks the bowl from the slide and instantly turns bright red when the ridiculous white cloud of smoke he'd created rushes into his mouth.
He manages to hold his breath for a few beats, cheeks puffed out, eyes already streaming, before he starts coughing so hard Izuku is briefly afraid they might need to take him to a hospital.
A few people pound him on the back while he grumbles at them around his violent hacking, Izuku tries to give him water, which he won't accept until Uraraka gives it to him instead, and Shinsou very quietly packs the bong again and starts handing it around behind Bakugou's back.
When it comes to Izuku again, he hits it, even though the puff he took from Shouto made him light-headed and sort of slow in a way he isn't used to.
He tells himself he has no idea why he hits the bong again, except by this point Bakugou has finally caught his breath and he's crowing about smoking more than Izuku could ever handle.
And. Well.
Izuku is competitive too.
And. Well.
Izuku is competitive too.
He hides it wells. He's always so friendly and supportive, most people don't realize how badly he wants to win just for the sake of winning.
And if Bakugou wants to turn this into something, Izuku has no problem showing Bakugou he's not that quirkless little kid anymore.
And if Bakugou wants to turn this into something, Izuku has no problem showing Bakugou he's not that quirkless little kid anymore.
Generally, Bakugou knows that, but occasionally he needs Izuku to remind him.
This time, it's Izukuâs turn to cough so terribly he thinks his throat might be on fire.
This time, it's Izukuâs turn to cough so terribly he thinks his throat might be on fire.
He blows a thick cloud out into the air around him and tries to hide the way his lungs are spasming around the remnants of the sweet smoke, but he can't fight for long.
It makes him a little nauseated, makes his throat throb, but there's a pleasant, fuzzy buzz in his head now that makes the passage of time feel strange.
Izuku loses track of how many times, over the course of the next four hours, that the bong is put in his hands.
Izuku loses track of how many times, over the course of the next four hours, that the bong is put in his hands.
But he does notice that every time he smokes it, Bakugou insists on trying to smoke more. Bakugou is quieter than usual, aside from that, sitting alone on the couch, hands in fists on thighs, staring into space, or else at Izuku.
But every time Izuku smokes, he looks up and finds Bakugou watching him.
He tests it a few times and realizes that if he turns the pot down, Bakugou will too.
So he stops turning it down.
He tests it a few times and realizes that if he turns the pot down, Bakugou will too.
So he stops turning it down.
He's pretty sure if he keeps this up, he can watch Bakugou melt into the sofa and then blush about it in the morning. Izuku has always liked making Bakugou blush, even if he is secretly just a little vindictive about it.
It's just /nice/ knowing Bakugou isn't as indestructible as he wishes he was.
There is also the tiny issue of Izuku's quirk. He'd discovered about a year ago that no matter how much he drank he never seemed to get as drunk as his friends, and also that he /never/ got hungover.
There is also the tiny issue of Izuku's quirk. He'd discovered about a year ago that no matter how much he drank he never seemed to get as drunk as his friends, and also that he /never/ got hungover.
It had taken some research, and some mental gymnastics but eventually Izuku figured out that One for All just made him metabolize /everything/ more quickly. It was why he ate enough for three men and was still never /quite/ full.
If the look on Bakugou's face, as compared to how Izuku /feels/, is any indication, it works for pot too.
Izuku is far from sober, but he can probably at least stand up straight. He isn't sure Bakugou can.
Izuku is far from sober, but he can probably at least stand up straight. He isn't sure Bakugou can.
It takes a while, and Izuku doesnât really remember much of /anything/ that happens over the next few hours, but eventually, he winds up alone next to Bakugou on the couch while Kaminari and Shinsou give them both slightly concerned looks.
Everyone else has cleared out, and Izuku would have left by now too if Bakugou hadnât adamantly refused to move.
âFuck you, Iâm sleeping,â he shouts, not sounding the slightest bit tired.
âFuck you, Iâm sleeping,â he shouts, not sounding the slightest bit tired.
Shinsou and Kaminari look at each other and then back at Izuku, and Shinsou says, âHe can stay there, I guess?â
He sounds shocked, & Izuku is sure it's not because Shinsou & Kaminari actually have a problem with Bakugou crashing on their couch, but rather because for as long as theyâve known each other, Bakugou has /never/ gotten so shitfaced he didnât eventually stomp off to his own bed.
âIâll get him home,â Izuku says, fighting with equal parts resignation, guilt, and amusement. Bakugou keeps staring at Izuku like he wants to pick a fight but canât muster the energy. His eyes are red, pupils blown fat in the dim light. Izuku has to fight not to stare back.
Bakugou is surprisingly quiet when they get out on the street. He walks slowly, shoulders slouching for once, hands in his pockets. Izuku hasnât really spoken to him all night; heâs just sort of poked and prodded from a distance because he knew Bakugou was watching.
Bakugou is /always/ watching and Izuku is used to having entire conversations, or competitions, without either of them ever directly acknowledging the other is in the room. Itâs a strange arrangement, but it works, mostly.
It makes their friends less anxious, less concerned that theyâre constantly half a beat away from coming to blows. Theyâre not really like that anymore, but. Ghosts in the shadows and all that.
âI thought you didnât smoke, Kacchan,â Izuku says when they are about halfway to Bakugouâs apartment.
Bakugou shrugs one shoulder sulkily instead of telling Izuku to fuck off. Thatâs actually a pretty good sign. A sign of /what/, he isnât so sure, but whatever it is, itâs good.
Bakugou shrugs one shoulder sulkily instead of telling Izuku to fuck off. Thatâs actually a pretty good sign. A sign of /what/, he isnât so sure, but whatever it is, itâs good.
âThought you didnât,â Bakugou says after a silent beat has passed.
âIt seemed like fun to try!â
âWas it?â
âSure. Are you okay?â
âFuck you, Iâm fine, nerd.â His words lack venom.
âItâs okay if you donât like it,â Izuku says, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
âIt seemed like fun to try!â
âWas it?â
âSure. Are you okay?â
âFuck you, Iâm fine, nerd.â His words lack venom.
âItâs okay if you donât like it,â Izuku says, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
Bakugou looks like he might argue, but then he takes a long, slow breath, shrugs his shoulders, and says, âNah, itâs cool.â
Izuku has to fight not to turn to look at him. Heâd just watched Katsuki start to fight and then just⊠give up. Just like that.
âCool.â
Izuku has to fight not to turn to look at him. Heâd just watched Katsuki start to fight and then just⊠give up. Just like that.
âCool.â
âYeah,â Bakugou says. He squints his eyes a little, and tilts his head back to look at the sky. All his joints seem looser than normal, his usually confident gait taking on a swaying sort of swagger that has Izuku⊠paying attention. Even more than he normally does.
âYou didnât have to walk me home,â he adds, a tiny hint of annoyance coming into his voice. âIâm a goddamn pro hero, nerd.â
Izuku hides a smile. âNot quite yet, we arenât,â he teases.
Bakugou shrugs and grunts and waves Izuku off. ââM fucking hungry.â
Izuku hides a smile. âNot quite yet, we arenât,â he teases.
Bakugou shrugs and grunts and waves Izuku off. ââM fucking hungry.â
Izuku turns and looks at him, hiding a smile. Heâs hungry too, but heâs always hungry. âItâs pretty late. Whatâs open around here?â
They pause in front of Bakugouâs apartment building and Bakugou takes a moment to fumble his keys out of his pockets.
They pause in front of Bakugouâs apartment building and Bakugou takes a moment to fumble his keys out of his pockets.
âFuck that, I got food,â he says, and then swings open the door. Izuku pauses in shock because it sounds a lot like Bakugou has just invited him in.
He grabs the door before it swings shut and looks after Bakugou as he stomps down the hall, hands in his pockets again.
He grabs the door before it swings shut and looks after Bakugou as he stomps down the hall, hands in his pockets again.
He pauses before he rounds the corner and his eyes flick back to Izuku before he disappears.
So Izuku follows him, feeling a bit fuzzier than he had a few seconds earlier, a bit floatier.
So Izuku follows him, feeling a bit fuzzier than he had a few seconds earlier, a bit floatier.
It sort of feels like heâs walking through a dream and he realizes as he crosses the threshold into Bakugouâs apartment that heâs never actually been inside before.
Heâs only ever been here with friends, and heâd stood in the hall or out on the sidewalk while Bakugou grabbed his coat and locked his door and they all went off to Kaminari and Shinsouâs, or Kirishimaâs, or Todorokiâs place.
Bakugou lives in a studio apartment. Itâs big for what it is, meticulously neat and tidy, with exposed brick along one wall and two big windows facing the street. Thereâs a loft, enclosed by a black metal railing and accessed with a bare, metal flight of stairs.
Izuku assumes Bakugou sleeps there because he doesnât see a bed.
Bakugou toes his boots off by the door, motions jerky and violent like they always are.
Bakugou toes his boots off by the door, motions jerky and violent like they always are.
He doesnât take his hands out of his pockets and Izuku is struck by how /impressive/ that is, that Bakugou can kick those heavy combat boots off his feet without losing his balance or bending over. He shrugs out of his jacket next and wordlessly moves into the kitchen.
Izuku takes his shoes off and watches Bakugouâs back.
For a long moment, everything is quiet but for Bakugou starting to cook, and Izuku pulling out one of the cheap stools Bakugou has set up at his kitchen island and sitting down.
For a long moment, everything is quiet but for Bakugou starting to cook, and Izuku pulling out one of the cheap stools Bakugou has set up at his kitchen island and sitting down.
Bakugou puts a pan on the stove, starts taking things out of his refrigerator. Izuku doesnât know what.
âYou and Todoroki.â
Izuku almost jumps in his seat. âUh. Yeah?â
âFuckâs that.â
âYou and Todoroki.â
Izuku almost jumps in his seat. âUh. Yeah?â
âFuckâs that.â
Izuku stares at Bakugouâs straight shoulders. Heâs weaving slightly in front of the stove, standing very still aside from the sway.
âWhat is it?â Izuku says around a laugh. âWhat do you mean? Whatâs it look like.â
Bakugou picks up a bottle of oil and drizzles some in the pan.
âWhat is it?â Izuku says around a laugh. âWhat do you mean? Whatâs it look like.â
Bakugou picks up a bottle of oil and drizzles some in the pan.
âYouâreâŠâ
âFucking?â Izuku supplies when Bakugou doesnât go on.
Bakugouâs shoulders get very tense, like he caught a chill. âDonât you mean /dating/,â he says around a scoff, and then adds in a mumble, âLike youâre not into that sappy bullshit.â
âFucking?â Izuku supplies when Bakugou doesnât go on.
Bakugouâs shoulders get very tense, like he caught a chill. âDonât you mean /dating/,â he says around a scoff, and then adds in a mumble, âLike youâre not into that sappy bullshit.â
âNo,â Izuku says, voice falling into that unintentionally goading tone he uses sometimes with Bakugou without meaning to. âWeâre not dating. Weâre just fucking.â
Bakugouâs shoulders get tight again and Izuku hears him breathe a puff of air.
Bakugouâs shoulders get tight again and Izuku hears him breathe a puff of air.
Heâs staring into his pan, holding a wooden spoon in one hand and just. Standing there. âBullshit.â
âWhat?â Izuku says around a laugh. âIâm not allowed to fuck?â
âWhat?â Izuku says around a laugh. âIâm not allowed to fuck?â
Bakugou puffs out a breath again, and then says, âBullshit you think youâre just fucking. We all know how you are with Todoroki, alright, youâre all up in that sappy, emotional relationship bullshit.â
âHow /I am/ with Todoroki,â Izuku says.
âYeah.â
âHow /I am/ with Todoroki,â Izuku says.
âYeah.â
âLike how /you are/ with Kirishima?â
Bakugou turns around and grunts, âHow many fucking times do we have to tell you dumbasses itâs not like that?â
Bakugou turns around and grunts, âHow many fucking times do we have to tell you dumbasses itâs not like that?â
His cheeks are red. His eyes are red. Heâs staring at Izuku with an odd look on his face, and Izuku feels a little chill of his own, like a word on the tip of his tongue that he canât quite remember.
âWhy not?â
âI donât fuck my friends,â Bakugou snaps, turning back to his pan.
âWhy not?â
âI donât fuck my friends,â Bakugou snaps, turning back to his pan.
Itâs still empty.
Izuku gets off his stool, and comes to lean against the other side of the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest, one foot against Bakugouâs kitchen cabinet. Bakugou pretends not to notice and pokes the oil in the pan with his wooden spoon.
Izuku gets off his stool, and comes to lean against the other side of the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest, one foot against Bakugouâs kitchen cabinet. Bakugou pretends not to notice and pokes the oil in the pan with his wooden spoon.
Thereâs a block of extra firm tofu on the counter, and a few bottles-- sesame oil, chili pepper oil, fish sauce, soy sauce, a head of garlic-- but nothing has been opened or used yet.
âYou could,â Izuku says. âWhat are you afraid of?â
âYou could,â Izuku says. âWhat are you afraid of?â
âFuck you, nerd, Iâm not /afraid/, Iâm just not an idiot.â
âElaborate,â Izuku says, eyes flicking down to Bakugouâs cold pan.
âElaborate,â Izuku says, eyes flicking down to Bakugouâs cold pan.
Bakugou grabs the handle and rolls the oil around in the pan. âFucking stupid to fool around with your friends. You think you and Todoroki are just gonna walk away when youâre done?â
âYeah. Why not? Itâs just sex. It just feels good. Youâve never had a fling, Kacchan?â
âYeah. Why not? Itâs just sex. It just feels good. Youâve never had a fling, Kacchan?â
âFuck off,â Bakugou grumbles, then thumps the pan back down on the stove. âWhat the /fuck/ is wrong with this-â
Izuku reaches over, crowds Bakugou against the stove and puts his hand on the knob at the front. âShould probably turn the heat on.â
Bakugou is very, very still.
Izuku reaches over, crowds Bakugou against the stove and puts his hand on the knob at the front. âShould probably turn the heat on.â
Bakugou is very, very still.
âThatâs it, isnât it?â Izuku canât help but press. âYouâve never had a fling. Like a one night thing.â
âIâve had flings,â Bakugou protests, swinging around now and looking up at Izuku. His eyes go wide when he realizes how close Izuku is to him, and Izuku sees him swallow.
âIâve had flings,â Bakugou protests, swinging around now and looking up at Izuku. His eyes go wide when he realizes how close Izuku is to him, and Izuku sees him swallow.
A flash of warmth fills Izukuâs chest. This close, he can smell the pot in Bakugouâs clothes, and the sugar sweet scent of his quirk clinging to his skin.
âWith who?â
âNo one you know,â Bakugou says stubbornly.
âWith who?â
âNo one you know,â Bakugou says stubbornly.
Izuku is shocked when he doesnât push Izuku away, but he seems softer and slower than usual, like all his edges have been smoothed away.
âAw, come on, Kacchan, you expect me to believe youâve /never/ hooked up with anyone I know? Half the class would kill to get in your pants.â
âAw, come on, Kacchan, you expect me to believe youâve /never/ hooked up with anyone I know? Half the class would kill to get in your pants.â
Bakugouâs cheeks go red. âThatâs bullshit.â
âNo, itâs not,â Izuku says with a laugh. âAfter Todoroki, youâre the best looking guy we know.â
Bakugou scowls sharply, eyes narrowing, and hisses, âThat fucking pretty boy--â
âYouâre right. Youâre not pretty, are you, Kacchan.â
âNo, itâs not,â Izuku says with a laugh. âAfter Todoroki, youâre the best looking guy we know.â
Bakugou scowls sharply, eyes narrowing, and hisses, âThat fucking pretty boy--â
âYouâre right. Youâre not pretty, are you, Kacchan.â
He goes quiet again, lips parted, eyes wide. He looks shocked, confused, and like he canât tear his eyes from Izukuâs face.
Izukuâs heart is beating so hard it hurts. He doesnât know what heâs doing-- or he does, but heâs not sure why.
Izukuâs heart is beating so hard it hurts. He doesnât know what heâs doing-- or he does, but heâs not sure why.
He isnât planning anything, doesnât know what heâs going to say until he says it.
âYouâre more⊠/rough/, arenât you?â Izuku presses. âItâs not a competition, you know, some people think youâre sexier than Todoroki.â Bakugou huffs a little breath like someone pushed on his chest. âSome people think I am.â
âOh, you, fucking nerd?â Bakugou says, trying for venom and just sounding a little petulant.
âSure,â Izuku says, shrugging one shoulder. âSome people like freckles. Think theyâre /cute/.â
âI know what I look like,â Bakugou says, and Izuku fights off a shiver of his own.
âSure,â Izuku says, shrugging one shoulder. âSome people like freckles. Think theyâre /cute/.â
âI know what I look like,â Bakugou says, and Izuku fights off a shiver of his own.
Bakugouâs voice is lazy, arrogant, gravely tone soft with the hour and the weed. âYou think youâre hot shit cause you bagged Todoroki?â
Izuku shrugs. âBecause itâs so easy.â
âIf you can do it,â Bakugou tries, lifting his chin.
âBut you wonât.â
Izuku shrugs. âBecause itâs so easy.â
âIf you can do it,â Bakugou tries, lifting his chin.
âBut you wonât.â
âNo,â Bakugou says, scoffing again. âI fucking told you, I donât fuck my friends.â
âYeah, you said that.â
Bakugouâs eyes track down Izukuâs neck and his chest, and he finally turns away, bumping Izuku back with his hips when he does. Izuku takes a step back.
âYeah, you said that.â
Bakugouâs eyes track down Izukuâs neck and his chest, and he finally turns away, bumping Izuku back with his hips when he does. Izuku takes a step back.
âHey, Kacchan?â
âWhat, nerd.â
âI was just thinking.â
âWhat?â Bakugou presses when Izuku doesnât go on.
Izuku licks his lips, heart in his throat. This. This could end so badly. But.
âWhat, nerd.â
âI was just thinking.â
âWhat?â Bakugou presses when Izuku doesnât go on.
Izuku licks his lips, heart in his throat. This. This could end so badly. But.
He lowers his voice, feels the words rolling around in his chest before he speaks them, knows how syrupy smooth theyâll sound, like warm honey, knows how sly. âWeâre not really friends.â
Bakugou goes stock still. Izuku thinks he might even be holding his breath.
âAre we?â
Bakugou goes stock still. Izuku thinks he might even be holding his breath.
âAre we?â
Bakugouâs wooden spoon clatters into his cold, oily pan, and he whirls hard. Izuku tenses, expecting Bakugou to shove him away, push him into the kitchen island and start screaming at him, except when Bakugou lifts his hands, itâs to twist his fingers in Izukuâs hair.
He drags Izukuâs face down to his, and itâs clumsy, and thoughtless and frantic. Izuku shoves Bakugou back against the oven so hard the whole thing rocks.
Izukuâs skin burns where ever Bakugou touches him. It burns and it sings and Izuku feels himself smiling against Bakugouâs lips, a giddy, fizzy disbelief filling his head and making him bold and arrogant and /pushy/.
Heâd been convinced he wasnât /all that/ fucked from Kaminariâs weed, except someoneâs hands on his face have /never/ felt so good.
And Bakugou.
Bakugou is limp & loose like taffy, licking into Izukuâs mouth, pushing his hands in Izukuâs hair, lolling against Izukuâs chest.
And Bakugou.
Bakugou is limp & loose like taffy, licking into Izukuâs mouth, pushing his hands in Izukuâs hair, lolling against Izukuâs chest.
/Instantly/ Izuku wants out of the kitchen, wants Bakugou out of his /clothes/, wants--
Fuck.
Heâd had the odd fantasy here and there. Heâd never really forgotten the way Bakugou had treated him as a kid. Theyâd moved past it.
Fuck.
Heâd had the odd fantasy here and there. Heâd never really forgotten the way Bakugou had treated him as a kid. Theyâd moved past it.
Now Bakugou treats Izuku mostly the same way he treats everyone else-- which was to say, kinda shitty, but not nearly as shitty as things had been.
So maybe thatâs why once Izuku bulked up and lost the baby fat in his face heâd never fantasized about kicking Bakugouâs ass so much as fucking destroying it.
Heâd almost felt /guilty/ about it. Like, after everything he and Bakugou had been through, after the tenuous /just barely/ friendly relationship theyâd cultivated, heâd felt /bad/ about noticing how /tiny/ and round Bakugouâs perfect little ass is in his hero uniform.
He knows his friends would look at him like he's nuts if he admitted heâd never come harder (by himself at least) than the first time heâd pictured coming all over Bakugouâs perfect, perky tits.
Itâs kinda fucked. Izuku knows that.
And it makes this /so much fucking better/.
Itâs kinda fucked. Izuku knows that.
And it makes this /so much fucking better/.
He doesnât know what his hands are doing until Bakugouâs head is tilted so far back itâs probably uncomfortable. He has one on Bakugouâs cheek, gentle and soft and soothingly delicate.
The other is at the nape of his neck, fingers curled tight in Bakugouâs silk soft hair, just /holding/ him there while Izuku kisses him. Bakugou makes a high, breathy sound that shoots through Izukuâs chest.
Heâs smaller than Izuku thought he would be.
Heâs smaller than Izuku thought he would be.
Some part of Izuku always pictures Bakugou like he had when they were kids: impossibly strong, arrogant grin, towering over Izuku even though heâd only been a few inches taller, and shoving Izuku around like Izuku was a rag doll.
Izuku tightens his hands- both of them, the one in Bakugouâs hair curling into a vicious fist, and the one at his cheek digging into the soft skin over Bakugouâs jaw- and feels Bakugou flair into sharp shock and panic before he goes completely lax in Izukuâs hands and /whimpers/.
What the fuck?
What the /fuck?/
What the /fuck?/
Izuku jerks the hand at the back of Bakugouâs head and Bakugou hisses and whines again, hands fisting in Izukuâs shirt front, lips and tongue pressing at Izukuâs mouth and the incredible thing is, he doesnât push away.
He doesnât slap Izukuâs hands and tell him to quit fucking around. He doesnât-- he /let's/ Izuku--
Fantasy is one thing but Izuku would have bet money Bakugou would be a bossy, demanding little shit in bed, would have staked a monthâs pay on the idea that Bakugou at least thought he liked to call all the shots.
t's the main reason Izuku had always privately thought Bakugou was better off with Kaminari than Kirishima-- at least until the whole Shinsou thing had happened.
This is very unexpected.
Izuku decides not to overthink it.
This is very unexpected.
Izuku decides not to overthink it.
Instead, he twists, and shoves Bakugou chest first into the kitchen island. Bakugou catches himself, chest heaving, panting like heâd been fighting, and Izuku slips his hands under Bakugouâs shirt.
He rubs his scarred palms over the thick, bunched muscle flexing across Bakugouâs broad shoulders, and devastatingly thin waist, presses his hips to Bakugouâs, and feels himself smile when Bakugou actually pushes back.
Izuku kisses the back of his neck, drags his teeth over Bakugouâs ear lobe without biting down. Bakugou shivers hard and twists his head reflexively to hide his ear, but Izuku has his cheek pressed to Bakugouâs and doesnât let him turn away.
âUpstairs?â
âUpstairs?â
Bakugou doesnât actually form coherent words; he grunts sort of questioningly, and then when he realizes what Izuku asked him, he grunts in approval, and then when Izuku physically picks him up and flings him over his shoulder, he grunts in shock and probably fury.
The sound is cut off when Izuku (mostly just to fuck with Bakugou, if heâs being really honest with himself) activates his quirk and flashes up the stairs on a trail of green lightning.
He flings Bakugou down onto his (low, neatly made and headboard-less) bed and watches Bakugouâs eyes roll shut. Heâs visibly disoriented, maybe even a little dizzy from the way Izuku had just whipped him up the stairs like that.
He manages one weak, âFucking hell, ner-- D--Deku?â before Izuku puts his knees on the bed and drags Bakugou forward by the thighs.
Bakugou sits up, mouth seeking Izukuâs, and he gasps hard when Izuku pushes him back down again with his hand on Bakugouâs chest.
Bakugou sits up, mouth seeking Izukuâs, and he gasps hard when Izuku pushes him back down again with his hand on Bakugouâs chest.
There is another flair of green light and Izuku /holds him there/.
If Izuku had stopped to think, he might have pulled back, just a little. But he doesn't think and he doesn't slow down. How can he?
If Izuku had stopped to think, he might have pulled back, just a little. But he doesn't think and he doesn't slow down. How can he?
He'd had no idea how-- how much he wanted this, how good it would feel to see Bakugou so thoroughly /dominated/. That burning caramel smell gets a little stronger; Izuku can feel Bakugou's heart racing under his palm, spread possessively across Bakugouâs chest.
Bakugou's eyes fall closed, blonde lashes fluttering against his red cheeks. He's breathing /so/ hard, clinging to Izuku's wrist with one hand. The other is on Izuku's thigh, fingertips digging into Izuku's jeans like he wants to drag Izuku closer.
Izuku almost leans down, spreads himself over Bakugou's strong, angular body, kisses him into a frantic jumble of desperate want. Bakugou is so close to that already, Izuku can hardly believe it.
He would have expected arrogance and self-assured demand, but not this. Not this, limp, mewling, desperate little /slut/.
His eyes are still closed, and Izuku moves the hand curled around Bakugou's waist up to his jaw. "Look at me, Kacchan."
His eyes are still closed, and Izuku moves the hand curled around Bakugou's waist up to his jaw. "Look at me, Kacchan."
Bakugou's brows furrow, like he might be angry, and he tries to turn his head into Izuku's hand. Izuku pushes back, keeps him from hiding. "Come on."
Bakugou opens his eyes and he tries to glare but there is no fire in it, no combat.
Bakugou opens his eyes and he tries to glare but there is no fire in it, no combat.
Izuku doesn't understand, but he isn't complaining either. He likes this needy, pliant Bakugou, likes that he feels like Bakugou would let him do whatever he wanted to and would thank him for it after.
It's a surprise but maybe it shouldn't be. Bakugou's wound so tight most of the time, maybe Izuku should have expected him to have at least one good way to fall apart.
Izuku smiles at him, shows all his teeth without meaning to. He probably looks like a shark. Or a wolf.
Izuku smiles at him, shows all his teeth without meaning to. He probably looks like a shark. Or a wolf.
Bakugou's breath catches and Izuku feels it under his palm. His eyes are wide now, trained on Izuku's face.
"Nothing to say to me, Kacchan?"
"Nothing to say to me, Kacchan?"
Bakugouâs throat moves and he opens his mouth, eyes wide in a way that strikes Izuku as almost /innocent/ for some reason he canât quite understand.
Then Bakugouâs mouth closes stubbornly, and his eyes narrow and he looks so much like Izuku had /expected/ that he forgets to think harder about what heâd seen before, that he forgets to wonder why Bakugou had been staring at him like that.
âNothing at all?â Izuku teases.
âNothing at all?â Izuku teases.
He moves his hands to Bakugouâs waist and unbuttons his jeans. Bakugou /gasps/ again and even moans a little, eyes rolling back while Izuku starts to work the waistband down around Bakugouâs hips. âNo âfuck you, shitty Dekuâs, no âworthless fucking nerdâs tonight?â
Izuku had meant it as a tease but as he speaks the last four words, quotes Bakugouâs worst tendencies back at him, Izukuâs voice goes unexpectedly dark. Bakugou swallows hard again, eyes opening now and landing, very obviously, on Izukuâs mouth.
Izuku gets Bakugouâs jeans down around his thighs and laughs when he sees how wet the gray fabric of his boxer briefs are. âLook at you. You soaked your panties for me, Kacchan?â
Izuku presses his palm to the wet spot and Bakugou bites back an outright moan, shivers like he didnât mean to. He sounds like a fucking porno, like a cam boy.
He moaned so perfect Izuku almost thinks he has to be /faking/ except he feels the way Bakugouâs cock jumps in his underwear, feels the shiver that runs through him again and those are /very/ hard to fake.
âWhy are you doing this?â Bakugou grits out, startling Izuku from his appreciative musings. He considers Bakugouâs question in silence for a beat, and then peels the underwear down. âF-/fuck, fuck/--â Bakugou whispers like he canât help it.
âDoing what?â Izuku goads, although he thinks he knows. He drags one finger down the exposed underside of Bakugouâs cock and watches precome bead off the tip.
Heâs so hard his skin looks blood red, head pulled tight and shiny, and soaked in so much precome Izuku almost wonders if Bakugou had come in his pants the second Izuku had touched him and Izuku just hadnât noticed.
âWith me,âBakugou grits out around another low, helpless moan.
âWith me,âBakugou grits out around another low, helpless moan.
âWhy not-- /oh my-- hi/-- why not call /Halfie-- fuck/.â
Izuku blinks at him. âIâm with you.â
âFucked. Youâre so fucked,â Bakugou slurs and now he almost sounds like heâs going to start laughing.
Izuku blinks at him. âIâm with you.â
âFucked. Youâre so fucked,â Bakugou slurs and now he almost sounds like heâs going to start laughing.
Izuku keeps dragging his finger up and down Bakugouâs cock and offers no more stimulation than that. Bakugou is shaking and Izuku is too pleased, to thoroughly overjoyed to wonder about it.
It takes him a second to realize what Bakugou means, and when he does, he laughs.
It takes him a second to realize what Bakugou means, and when he does, he laughs.
âOh, I get it. You mean why would I want to go to bed with /you/.â Izuku lifts his eyes to Bakugouâs face, finds Bakugou staring at him like Izuku holds Bakugouâs life in his hands. âAfter /everything between us/.â
Bakugou bites his lip and doesnât say anything.
Bakugou bites his lip and doesnât say anything.
Izuku stares down at him, and then wordlessly disentangles himself, climbs off the bed.
Bakugou makes a sounds like Izuku just stabbed him and then flushes all the way to his toes when he realizes Izuku only stood up to get undressed.
Bakugou makes a sounds like Izuku just stabbed him and then flushes all the way to his toes when he realizes Izuku only stood up to get undressed.
He watches Izuku do it, and Izuku can't help but bask in the attention. It feels so fucking good he wants to just stand here, make Bakugou stare at him, feel Bakugou wanting him.
He takes a guess and opens the deep drawer in Bakugouâs nightstand and is rewarded by Bakugou jerking up off the bed and shouting, â/Wait/--â
Izuku is already looking inside and he starts to laugh again.
There is the lube he was looking for.
Izuku is already looking inside and he starts to laugh again.
There is the lube he was looking for.
It's in a red, blue, and yellow tube branded 'All Night.' Thereâs also a few toys. The pocket pussy, the modestly sized butt plug, even the thick metal cock ring donât really surprise Izuku.
The huge green and white dildo is another story.
The huge green and white dildo is another story.
Izuku only recognizes it because Todoroki had found it on twitter and sent him the link as a joke-- some private seller who specialized in unofficial hero merch had made it based on Hero Dekuâs suit.
Izuku had been equal parts horrified, amused, and proud since he wasnât even officially a pro hero for a few more days.
He picks it up and turns to face Bakugou, who is so red in the face, Izuku wonders if he might be having some kind of episode.
He picks it up and turns to face Bakugou, who is so red in the face, Izuku wonders if he might be having some kind of episode.
âTo answer your question, Kacchan,â Izuku says, setting the dildo down on the nightstand hard enough that the suction cup on the bottom engages and it just wobbles there looking damning and utterly obscene.
He gets onto the bed and effortlessly wrestles Bakugou over so heâs chest down on the bed, so Izukuâs chest is pressed to his back, bicep wrapped around Bakugouâs shoulders, hoisting him up off the mattress.
âIâm gonna fuck you so good you wonât ever come again without wishing it was me inside you.â
Bakugou sucks in a breath, starts gasping like he canât get enough air, like heâs drowning.
âCan you think of a better revenge? Because I canât.â
Bakugou sucks in a breath, starts gasping like he canât get enough air, like heâs drowning.
âCan you think of a better revenge? Because I canât.â
I don't think I've ever mentioned this, so FWIW, I love interaction on my threads! QRTs and comments are both good with me and in fact that GIVE ME LIFE and keep me CONSTANTLY refreshing my feed! 
I hope you're all enjoying this so far! It's about to get D I R T Y

I hope you're all enjoying this so far! It's about to get D I R T Y
I barely know how twitter works but I think I might have broken the chain up if you start reading from the top...
here's the next tweet in this thread! https://twitter.com/ellabesmirched/status/1200926888832753664
here's the next tweet in this thread! https://twitter.com/ellabesmirched/status/1200926888832753664