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“Goodnight, honey,” Izuku called, exiting the kitchen to travel the short distance to their bedroom, “thanks for dinner! I’ll make you some breakfast tomorrow.”
“If you try to step foot in my kitchen, so help me God, Deku,” Bakugou stuck his head past the wall, pointing his spatula towards Izuku as his eyes narrowed menacingly.
Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, “Ha.. well maybe I’ll just pick something up then?”
Bakugou nodded once pointedly before lowering his spatula. “That’s what I fucking thought. Gonna burn down the apartment building one day. I’d probably die of food poisoning first though…” His voice slowly became less and less audible as he moved further into the kitchen to clean up.
Izuku looked back once more, letting out a soft sigh when it was obvious he was off the hook. The apartment they shared was rather small, they agreed they didn’t need much room despite their substantial joint salary. The one thing Bakugou was set on, however, was a large kitchen. The kitchen took up a majority of the space, eating up much of the floor space that would be traditionally used for a larger living room.
The small living room they did have was just adjacent to the kitchen, a place Izuku was very familiar with. After his first mishap in the kitchen, he was permanently banned from stepping foot in it again. He still remembers the glare he received from Bakugou when he was caught getting a snack from the fridge just a few days after the incident.
He hoped that his exile from the kitchen would eventually be rescinded. But alas, after four months and counting Bakugou refused to budge.
“You lost your cooking privileges the second you thought it was a good idea to microwave a fucking marshmellow.”
“I wanted a smore, and I thought it would be safer than trying to roast it on the stove.”
“That didn’t stop you from starting a fucking fire regardless, huh nerd?”
Izuku supposed his inevitable exclusion from the kitchen was reasonable, but that didn’t stop him from trying to weasel his way past Bakugou’s defenses.
He leaped onto the king bed they shared, staring at the ceiling. He lost himself in thought for a few moments, silently appreciating the comfort of the bedspread beneath him as well as the muted scent of his and Bakugou’s shared space.
He heard the sound of a shower turning on in the bathroom, signaling Bakugou’s completion in the kitchen.
He slowly raised himself off the bed before slowly stripping off his day attire. He walked sluggishly to his draw, pulling out a pair of boxers and putting them on. He then went to the closet and picked out one of Bakugou’s soft shirts. He tugged it on, letting the pleasant scent wash over him as he walked back to his bed.
Izuku quietly eased the covers off the bed before sliding in on his side. He sighed as his head hit the soft pillow, finally relaxing after a taxing day.
He felt sleep start to pull him under, subconsciously hearing the shower turn off at some point.
Warm hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him against a large chest. Bakugou’s chin tucked gently over Izuku’s shoulder, whispering a soft goodnight.
Izuku smiled sleepily, falling completely unconscious in the arms of his lover.
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A touch of warmth on his shoulder.
Slight wetness trailing down the back of his ear.
He could feel large hands carefully maneuvering him onto his stomach.
Izuku wrapped his arms around his pillow, nuzzling his head into the softness. His eyes remained closed, unaware of the reality around him, but still feeling the sensations forced upon him.
A weight settled down just beneath him, caving the mattress in towards his feet. A soft kiss pressed onto the skin of his back.
Izuku hummed quietly in subconscious satisfaction. The sheets of his bed felt so good against his skin, sliding across his thighs and lower stomach.
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He registered the pleasure even before he woke up. He felt the tightening in his lower body, the curl of his toes, before he ever recognized the cause.
A soft whine left his throat in his half unconscious state. A sudden spark of pain caused him to fully knock himself out of his deep slumber. He pushed his hands into the soft bedding, realizing the position he was currently in. His chest was pushed down into the bed, while his knees were spread apart, allowing for him to raise his ass high into the air. He gasped, turning around as the pressure at his hole increased.
Bakugou thrusted in completely just as Izuku caught the glimpse of him, lubed up fingers gripping Izuku’s hips to get a deeper angle.
Izuku’s head fell back into its pillow, a moan leaking its way past his lips.
Bakugou sat inside Izuku for a second before pulling out almost completely. Izuku, already halfway to orgasm without even remembering how he got there, tried desperately to communicate. “Kacchan, what are you-”
Katsuki rocked his hips, pushing against Izuku’s ass and causing his body to move slightly up the bed.
“Ka-kacchan wh…ah…why are…we…are you?”
Bakugou offered no response or acknowledgment, and instead started fucking Izuku gruesomely into the bedding.
He fucked deep and hard, pulling Izuku against him with each thrust to ensure he did not escape.
Izuku was a moaning mess, fingers grasping desperately for any sort of leverage he could manage. He tried to make out a sentence again, but one of Bakugou’s hands quickly reached from his head, lacing his fingers in his fluffy hair.
His head was unceremoniously shoved into the pillow, Bakugou’s fingers fisting in his green locks.
It was enough to make Izuku cum onto the bedding, eyes rolling back during his release. Bakugou slowed his thrusting as Izuku rode out his intense orgasm, breathing heavily into his pillow.
Izuku started to recover, again realizing his situation and trying to think of a way to escape it long enough to communicate with Bakugou. He relaxed his body, trying to make Bakugou think he was still worn from his recent orgasm.
Bakugou’s thrusts slowed even further, ever so gently easing into Izuku every few seconds. Izuku tensed his muscles mid thrust, Bakugou almost entirely outside of him. He pushed himself up with his arms, turning his body at the same time. He managed to twist Bakugou off of him, causing him to roll off the side of the bed. Izuku scrambled, trying to crawl towards the bedroom door. He wanted to have the bed separating him and Katsuki in an effort to stop him from attacking.
His fingers grasped the edge of the bed before he felt hands on his ankles. Bakugou dragged his struggling body to the edge of the bed, bending him over the side of it. Izuku’s toes barely reached the ground, giving him almost no leverage to escape.
Bakugou bent his body over Izuku’s, head lowering to his neck. His legs pressed between Izuku’s, pushing his thighs apart. He felt his hips line up with his entrance, pushing forward slightly.
Bakugou bit down hard on his neck, thrusting into him at the same time.
Izuku, still recovering from his previous orgasm, yelped at the over stimulation. Bakugou thrust into him relentlessly, punishing him for the attempt at escape. His cock split him open to a degree previously unmatched. Although the slight sting associated with his entry was long gone, Bakugou’s earlier encounter was already causing soreness.
Izuku felt tears running down his cheeks at the increasingly intense pleasure being forced upon him. He tried to raise his hands to gain some power, but Bakugous grabbed both of his wrists, forcing them behind his back.
With his face pressed into the bedding and hands behind his back, Izuku had no choice but to simply take it.
His cries increased in volume as Bakugou continued thrusting into his ass. Izuku could feel the length of Bakugou endlessly hitting his prostate, causing another orgasm to start building.
Izuku struggled more when his second orgasm of the night began to crest. Despite his struggles, Bakugou continued thrusting with the same vigor and strength he had been all night.
Izuku’s scream during his second release was full of desperation and unrestrained pleasure.
He felt Bakugou’s thrusts grow more inconsistent and needy before he thrust one final time into his ass.
He released Izuku’s wrists and instead grabbed his hips to get as deep as possible. His cock twitched as he came deep into Izuku’s ass, his grip punishing as he grunted out his pleasure.
Izuku hiccuped quietly, completely spent after his orgasm. He felt warmth in his ass, cum beginning to slowly leak out of it.
Bakugou collapsed on the bed beside him, hugging Izuku’s back into his chest and wrapping his arms around him.
Izuku felt himself slowly falling asleep, despite the large cock still inside him. Silent tears trickled down his cheeks and fell onto the bedding below him, the intense pleasure leaving its toll on his body.
Bakugou slowly leaned over him, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss onto his lips. Izuku softened against him, silently accepting his affection.
Bakugou’s hand reached for his cheek, deepening the kiss. When he brushed gently against his face, he suddenly halted the kiss.
Izuku pulled back, confused by the sudden end, he opened his mouth to inquire when he started to feel Bakugou’s cock hardening in his ass. He looked at Bakugou, eyes desperate.
“Please, please I don’t think I can go another round, Katsuki.”
Bakugou’s eyes were locked onto Izuku’s cheeks, where tear trails were still visible. Izuku raised his own hand to his face, feeling the wetness left behind by his post orgasmic state. Bakugou’s eyes, heavy with pleasure, traveled down Izuku’s face.
Katsuki roughly laid back, going back to his previous position behind Izuku. Izuku released a breath he was holding, relieved at his sudden lack of interest.
Izuku closed his eyes again, but then he felt a small thrust into his ass.
Bakugou suddenly turned Izuku back onto his stomach, straddling his thighs as he thrusted again, quickly picking up speed.
Izuku began to quietly sob, feeling the edges of unconsciousness begin to take over. He lost all fight and simply succumbed to the punishing fucking Bakugou had decided to bestow upon him.
By the time he reached his third orgasm, his eyes were red and dry from his continuous crying. He didn’t even have the energy to scream as he came dry for the final time. His body shook as he quickly lost his battle against unconsciousness.
As he passed out from overexertion and exhaustion, he was vauglely aware of Bakugou continuing to fuck him from behind, no sign of stopping soon.
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Izuku’s eyes opened slowly, blinking against the soft light in his room.
Once he came to consciousness fully, he jerked out of bed, looking at the place beside him. He immediately let out a hiss, the quick action making him aware of the soreness in his back and ass.
He searched for his bedmate, but only saw ruffled sheets next to him.
Izuku wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, noticing he was once again in boxers and a shirt. He frowned, looking down at the bed and seeing no evidence of what happened prior.
As he stood he could still feel remnants of Bakugou’s cum inside him, the only proof that last night was not a dream. He winced as he started walking to the bathroom to clean off.
Right as he exited the bedroom, however, he smelled something cooking. He entered the kitchen to see Katsuki making breakfast, the table already set.
He started in disbelief at Bakugou looking so carefree and nonchalant, a total shift from the ruthless fuck machine he was just hours ago.
Bakugou turned to reach for the salt, seeing Izuku standing just outside the kitchen. He pointed the wooden spoon he had in his hand at him.
“Hey, you're still not allowed in here, dumbass. Breakfast will be ready in a minute so have a seat.”
Wide-eyed Izuku obediently sat down at the table, he certaintly was not opposed to what occurred that night but was a little surprised.
Katsuki finished up the meal, slowly putting a plate of eggs before him. He took a seat next to Izuku and started eating off his own plate.
Izuku looked at him disbelievingly, “Are you not going to explain what got you in that..." he cleared his throat, "state last night?”
Bakugou glanced to the side, “What’s got your panties in a twist? What the fuck do I have to explain so early in the morning?”
Izuku gawked at him.
Bakugou rolled his eyes and turned back to his plate.
“Anyway, had a great fucking dream last night. It was so vivid I could almost feel it. You were in it, Deku,” Bakugou drawled, smirking to himself.
Izuku gave him an incredulous look, “What was it about?” He picked up his mug of coffee and cradled it in his hands.
Katsuki’s smirk grew, and he turned his body completely towards Izuku, slightly caging him against his chair with his thighs. Izuku looked up at him, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
“I had a dream I fucked you so hard you passed out halfway through. Best fucking dream I’ve had in a while.”
Izuku spit out the coffee right onto the front of Bakugou’s white button down shirt.
Katsuki looked down at his shirt and then back at Izuku.
“You better start running right fucking now.”
Izuku took his headstart and sprinted towards the bedroom, Bakugou’s malevolent chuckles following behind.