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"What time will you fuckin' finish?"

"Kacchan! You're the one who wanted to tag along!" Izuku huffed, clicking the eyeshadow palette closed. "At least act patient!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he impatiently tapped his foot on the tiled ground. It was warm instead of the blistering cold outside, so his jacket rest at the head of the chair Izuku was sitting in.

The said man was doing his own make-up, other women buzzing around to fold clothes and stopped by Izuku every five minutes or so, hands poking and prodding him and Bakugou couldn't help but get annoyed. How does Deku even deal with people pushing into his personal space? Ugh.

One girl in particular- Asui, or something- seemed too comfortable in sliding her hands on Izuku's lean muscles, analytical eyes scanning him up and down like a computer- "Oi, frog-face," Katsuki barked, kicking himself up from the wall he was leaning on with his arms crossed.

"Keep your fucking grimy paws off of him."

The said girl looked at him, naturally wide eyes stared at him unnervingly, before she nodded. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Midoriya." Izuku spluttered, fumbling with his eyeliner and mascara clumsily before he snapped the lid closed. "A-Asui! It's nothing like.. Like that!"

The green haired girl nodded again, but pulled her hands away to respect Bakugou's wishes, making the latter huff begrudgingly. "Of course. Whatever you say." Something in her flat tone went up, like she were teasing- poking fun at Deku.

"A-Asui!"

"Midoriya, please call me Tsuyu. Goodbye."

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"This is bullshit." Bakugou's tone was flat, red eyes shifting towards the gaunt man who held up his hands apologetically. "Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Bakugou and Midoriya-San. But you'll have to stay. We rented a hotel nearby, and we'll deliver fresh clothes to your doorstep if you allow us to take your measurements."

Of course. Of course Izuku had to stay overnight. Just his luck.

His eyes trailed towards the shorter male, who clung to his arm with a cute pout on his glossy lips, thick lashes fanning his cheekbones as his flat chest pressed on his side.

But a hotel room..

"... Fine. Whatever. Just give us the stupid fucking keys."

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".. I'm staying on your bed."

"W-What- Kacchan- WAIT!-"

Too late. Bakugou has already shoved the smaller man aside, gracefully landing beside him and pushing all the covers away.

Izuku whined, squirming under the bigger man, trapped underneath his arm as he flailed. "K-Kacchan! You're so heavy!"

"Hah!? You callin' me fat?"

"No!" Izuku denied, hands coming to try and smack his arm away, wheezing under him. Katsuki grinned, amused, before immediately grabbing the shorter man's waist and pulling Deku under him.

"W-What?- Kacchan!" Midoriya huffed, wiggling his hips with his arms trapped over his head, half heartedly glaring at Bakugou with indignation. His shirt had ridden up, over his nipples, pink rosy buds that slightly hardened at the cool air.

Bakugou grinned wolfishly, straddling the shorter man until he gave up and puffed his pink cheeks. Cute, he noted. "Kacchan's so mean," he whined, staring in Bakugou's eyes stubbornly. "He's a jerk."

"Oi, oi. That 'jerk' is right here, nerd." Katsuki tsk'ed, rolling his hips down and subtly grinding on Izuku. Quickly, the latter's blush brightened, a stutter slipping past his lips at the realization of the compromising position.

"K-Kacchan..! Um. Please get off! I wanna shower!"

A lie.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Katsuki leaned down more, enough to almost make their noses touch and close enough to hear Izuku's shaky intake of breath. They were so close, just one push..

Izuku looked.. "Kacchan..?-"

Bakugou's breath grazed over the shell of his ear, nipping on it slightly before pulling away to graze his lips on the smaller man's jaw, grinning.

"I think we both know what we want, Deku."

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"Mmnh..!" Izuku whined, trying to push his hips down on the rough fingers spreading him open, scissoring and jabbing to places inside that made him see stars and made his thighs quiver. "Kacchan! Feels good!" He said, bucking his hips further when Katsuki added another finger to the tight wet heat, the thought of his cock in there made him drive his fingers in deeper.

Izuku writhed, panting, hot whines and raunchy moans spilling past his pink lips, thick thighs corded in lean muscle and strength shook in effort to pull Bakugou closer, press their bodies together- and shit, it was so hot.

Bakugou felt his own cock throb in the tight ass pajamas supplied to them, tenting the fabric and a patch wet with pre-cum. His mind was hazy, filled with Izuku's chants of "Kacchan, Kacchan,".

Katsuki buried his face in Izuku's neck, licking and nipping, sucking bruises and marks around him and trailing lower and lower- fingers suddenly curling inside Izuku. Izuku's back arched beautifully, a surprised yell quickly resolving to a pleasured moan made Katsuki's nerves light on fire.

Katsuki slipped his lubed fingers out, panting and blindly reaching for a condom with his other hand. It took a few tries, since there was a hungry little shit desperately rutting against Katsuki's stomach. Pretty hard to focus when Izuku gave a whorish moan, "give it to me good, please, Kacchan,".

"Fuck. Hold on, yeah?" Katsuki snapped, pinning Izuku down firmly as he finally, finally got the damn condom in hand, hastily ripping it open with his teeth- and apparently Deku liked that because he whined and ground his ass harder on Bakugou's clothed cock.

Katsuki snarled, smacking Izuku's ass cheek making him yelp and still, disoriented. "Kacchan..!"

"Yeah, Yeah. Shut the hell up, Deku." He clicked his tongue, a grin spreading on his face, blush almost feverish as he easily slid the condom on, spitting the plastic out his mouth.

Izuku was laid out perfectly before him, legs spread, presenting himself, shirt rucked up to show his pretty pink nipples with a borderline erotic look on his face. Shit. Katsuki squeezes the base of his cock, giving a shuddering groan as he pushes Deku down and devoured.

Their kiss was filled with hot tongue as Katsuki practically shoved his down Izuku's throat, trying hard to keep in eyes open to see Deku's eyes roll back as he pressed the tip against the rim, teasing and rubbing.

God, fuck, Izuku was so fucking hot. Adorable, he dare say, with a little pleas and whimpers he got as he teased him a bit more, close sobbing as Katsuki teased him. But his impatience finally bit him, and he pushed into Deku with a winded groan.

Izuku cried out, eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Shit! You're so fuckin' tight!" Katsuki managed to bite out, trying not to cum at the warm and wet feeling wrapping around his dick. Izuku panted, eyes glazing over. It felt so good! "So good.. So big, Kacchan! So good for me!" His cock hit all the right spots, making him see stars.

Bakugou hunched over him, Izuku's lower body lifted off the mattress completely, legs hooked around Katsuki's shoulders with unbelievable flexibility.

Katsuki grunted, sinking his cock deeper in the wet heat, the inside sucking him in, fire and pleasure radiating from Izuku's hot mewls and moans. His thrusts set a slow, leisure pace, dragging his hot and heavy cock in and out. "B-Big," Izuku manages to gasp, voice lilting as a shiver wracked his frame.

The pace was great, for like, six seconds tops, before he slammed his hips forward, roughly driving his cock in deep, heart pounding as Izuku stiffened and let out a wail of surprise with his head thrown back. "Mm! Oh, fuck! Kacchan!"

Katsuki moaned, catching Izuku's lips in a messy kiss as he set a harsh, snapping pace, licking and exploring Izuku's mouth and his forces his tongue deeper- making the younger one choke as he took Izuku's hips in a bruising grip.

Izuku looked debauched, ruined, hickeys littering his neck as Katsuki dragged his tongue down to his chest, licking around the rosy bud before sucking on his nipple harshly. He wailed, tears springing up in his eyes, suddenly clamping around Bakugou's cock making his hips stutter with a groan.

Izuku came all over his stomach with a cry, Bakugou following not long after, filling the condom up before he immediately pulled out and slipped it off, tying it before he trashed it- collapsing over Izuku.

Katsuki nosed Midoriya's curls in a post-orgasmic haze, murmuring under his breath as Izuku combed through his blond strands, appreciating how soft they were.

"Ugh.. Fuck." Katsuki grumbled, arms wrapping around Izuku's waist, face buried in his shoulder as the younger man giggled playfully. "Mm.. Kacchan. Get off please, I wanna bath."

Suddenly Bakugou was aware of the gross sweat clinging to his skin, cum pooled on Izuku's stomach from cumming. He wrinkled his nose but relented, sitting up with a grunt. "Fucking fine. Let me bath with you?"

Izuku blushed, bright and innocent as he nodded in agreement.

"Okay Kacchan."

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"How'd it feel? Was he good? Was he-?"

"What the fuck, Pikachu." Katsuki smacked him away with a pillow, making him squeak and tumble off the sofa. Kirishima snickered at that. "Stop asking questions if he was hot. Of fucking course he was, idiot. I wouldn't want to jump his ass if he wasn't. So now.."

Katsuki gave him a sharp, dangerous grin that made Denki gulp in nervousness.

"Where's my twenty?"