You know how bkg is so smooth and rarely drawn with body hair?

What about #bkdk with Pro hero bkg/ quirkless waxer deku

Bakugou’s been going to the same salon to get waxed for ages. He has no fucking shame about it. Being smooth helps him work up a good sweat,

And a good sweat is what he needs to make sure he can keep kicking ass. Not to mention he has a mirror. He knows how fucking sexy he is. This time, he doesn’t get the small old lady who he normally does, but instead a young guy a few inches shorter than him with

Curly green hair and a face full of freckles. He’s visibly nervous, avoiding Katsuki’s eyes when he introduces himself and then brings him back into the waxing room. Katsuki takes off his shirt and watches carefully as the guy’s mouth drops open, flapping uselessly

In the wind like a gaping fish.

Heh. This should be fucking fun.

Midoriya asks Bakugou a few questions about what he wants to get done, and he answers every single one of them while making sure to keep eye contact and make his voice as husky and low as he possibly can.

Bakugou isn’t an idiot, he knows how to pick someone up. And it’s obviously working. Midoriya’s as red as a tomato by the time he sets off to work on Bakugou’s chest. Mission fucking successful. Damn, Katsuki wants to take his cute twink ass apart all night long.

The wax goes well, and if the guy runs his hands over Bakugou’s chest an extra time or two, and if Bakugou flexes under his fingers... well neither of them say a word.

After, Bakugou stands. Before he puts on his shirt he says, “Well, what do you think? Smooth enough for you?”

He watches as Midoriya’s eyes track down his entire body. Bakugou bites his lip, giving Midoriya a look that he knows is hungry. “Perfect,” comes Midoriya’s sweet little voice. “You look absolutely perfect.” And fuck if that doesn’t make Bakugou’s stomach swoop out with want.

Suddenly Midoriya coughs, and when he speaks again his voice leaves him in a bit of a squeak. “So, next week then?”

“Yeah, you can book me for next week.”

“Great!” Midoriya says, and then rushes out of the room, his supplies carefully placed over his crotch.

Bakugou grins. He wonders how many minutes into their next session it’ll be before he’s got Midoriya bent over, screaming his name.