I had to go and take an MRI for my right leg because I kicked someone so hard I injured both of us and I just,,-
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He doesn't know how he landed in this situation.

You might be thinking that he was in a bit of a pinch- like in some kind of hostage situation with the barrel of a gun pressed against his temple, but unfortunately, no. He wasn't being kidnapped nor sold off somewhere to work as a potato peeler in some kind of dingy pirate cabin either.

The situation was him being spooned from behind and a warm hand pressed over his current hard-on, and that hand belonging to none other than Midoriya Izuku, an accomplished fellow model with both cute and mind damning looks.

And oh god, the smugness.

The fucking smugness of the little shit was fucking radiating- RADIATING off of him like sun rays, hitting Katsuki square in the jaw like a baseball bat with nails in it. Shame taunted him, practically laughing in his face about how submissive he acted right now against a semi-conscious "grade-A asshole" who has current control over his "hard-as-a-rock" dick.

Katsuki practically imploded on the spot.

"FUCK OFF, JACKASS!"

Izuku, now fully aware of what was going on, made the split-second decision to hold his waist tighter as Katsuki thrashed on the spot, flinging a chest of satin blankets into his face before attempting to deliver a kick onto his shins.

"Kacchan! Calm down!-"

"Fuck off! Fuck right off, Deku! It's fucking-"

Midoriya, to simply put it, was currently tired of Katsuki's shit.

He was woken up in the middle of the night by a yell, and now Bakugou has the right to be all pissy about a boner he developed overnight. For crying out loud- he had two goddamn photo shoots (that he had canceled because of the meeting with Tsukauchi about a mystery stalker Katsuki panicked about) and a dinner with Iida and Ochako (which he had ALSO canceled because Iida was busy and Ochako was tending to her sick father).

"Kacchan," he tiredly sighed at the boy throwing a tantrum (this was honestly getting ridiculous by now). "Fuck you want?"

"Shut up."

Izuku took that stunned silence as a chance and pressed his solid chest on Bakugou's back, liking how he curved his spine to his will, a whimper escaping his mouth when his hips involuntarily pressed back to meet Izuku's. Midoriya worked through the haze of sleepiness and newfound lust, shutting his eyes temporarily as he mouthed Bakugou's nape, his nose twitching from the blond's hair brushing against him.

Katsuki's hips hiccuped with a jolt, his breath hitching as Midoriya slipped his hands up to his chest- forefinger brushing against sensitive nipples. "Fuck, fuck!," Katsuki shakily cussed under his breath, heat crawling like ants on his skin as he felt Izuku's hot, wet tongue pressing and licking over a pressure point on his neck.

Bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his bottom lip as he let the nerd treat himself (he decided that the little shit could do whatever he wanted for now).

"Kacchan's So cute," Izuku murmured, pressing his nose in the ridge of Katsuki's neck, taking in the enticing cinnamon, spicy smell. Izuku leaned over more, his chin resting on Katsuki's shoulder with a sleepy smile on his face.

Katsuki faltered when Izuku cupped in groin and rubbed down, tears welling up in his eyes because he was so damn hard already.

Izuku hummed, pressing feathery kisses on his shoulder and jaw, liking how Bakugou was conflicted whether to grind back on his hips or buck his waist to meet his hand, settling in a desperate pace of heat- thighs squeezing together to get more friction.

"Deku, Deku," Katsuki slurred, drunk off of lust. His eyelids fluttered, the feeling of pleasure tightening in his stomach- but nothing drastic enough to make him cum. "Please, let me-" "Kacchan, you could've just asked. You know I would give you anything."

Deku smiled against the flush of Katsuki's neck, liking how warm he was- and how he involuntarily shivered from the admittance. "Could you grab the lube on the nightstand please?"

And Katsuki simply let out a shuddery moan in reply.

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"Y-you're-! Ah!"

Izuku hummed quietly against the flushed skin of Katsuki, letting a quiet moan slip- which was immediately overlapped by Bakugou's louder pants and desperate groans, hips rutting back against Deku's prodding fingers inside him.

Slick dripped from his thighs, their lower bodies uncomfortable from the humid and dampened sheets- fabric sticking on their sweaty skin with their flushed bodies pressed together like a puzzle piece. Katsuki's joggers hung around his waist, enough to expose his ass- and enough space for Izuku to curl his fingers.

Katsuki wanted to shout, yell, maybe even taunt Izuku-

But all that came out from his mouth was a slutty, desperate moan for more.

It was all too much- the praises Izuku easily supplied with a genuine tone, how he rocked his hips with every thrust of his fingers, along with the burn of being scissored and stretched out, and maybe the degrading humiliation he felt because he was supposed to be the one with the upper hand. Instead, Katsuki was the one acting like a bitch in heat, with Izuku being so patient and so goddamn caring-!

Izuku slipped a third finger in with little to no resistance, murmuring a "Fuck," under his breath when he felt the velvet walls clenching down deliciously on him. He realized how Katsuki was a talker in bed- "Ah! Fuck! Fuck me.! I'm y-yours!-" - Izuku groggily leaned back from the intoxicating smell of sex and sweat staining the bed, fully entranced on how Katsuki seemed to fuck himself onto him.

And when Izuku curled his fingers, Katsuki swears he saw stars as his eyes rolled to back of of his head, the burning coil in his tightening to a painful degree until white strings of cum painted his abdomen.

"H-hahh.." Izuku gingerly extracted his fingers out, humming to himself as he nudged the twitching form of Bakugou. "Kacchan," He cooed, nuzzling the damp blond hair. "Lets take a bath." Deku was low-key delirious because- 'wow, he just touched Kacchan'-

After a few moments of no reply, Izuku felt concern bubble in his chest, his left hand wrapping around Katsuki's bicep as he flipped the boy over.

Katsuki's face was utterly wrecked- his cheeks were flushed a bright pink color, pink lips red with a trail of drool at the corner with his blazing crimson eyes unfocused and glassy. Heavy breaths and pants made his chest heave, both arms laying uselessly at his side. "Oh, I should've been more careful." Midoriya said gently- mostly to himself with a bit of guilt. It was his first time and yet..

"Here, I'll carry you-"

"Izuku!" A voice chirped from downstairs, the sound threateningly familiar- which made both Katsuki and him freeze up with disbelief and worry- "I'm home! Oh! I'll be coming upstairs too!"

Deku practically bolted up, kicking the blankets off of him muttering consecutive curses that could make Katsuki blush because- Midoriya Inko was home, and here they were, both naked, the room smelling pungently of sex and sweat.

The door clicked open, to see a grinning Midoriya Inko with a suitcase in hand.