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“I didn’t realize I was hiring such useless interns! It’s not that fucking hard!” Bakugo, also known as pro-hero Dynamight, is in the middle of a screaming fit in his office. The poor unfortunate soul on the other end made a big mistake, accidentally deleting all of the data involving the last villain takedown from the agency. It was something that couldn’t be entirely replaced, and the intern knew that. He was just trying to compile it together like Dynamight had asked when the option to delete came up just as fast as he clicked the mouse. The poor guy was crying, taking insult after insult while crying and asking for forgiveness. Dynamight did not let up.
“Here, let me show you just how fucking simple it is.” He grabbed the intern roughly by his wrist, dragged him around the other side of his desk, and put him straight in front of the computer screen. After some clicking, Dynamight spoke again, ignoring the boy’s ‘please’ and ‘stop, I’m sorry,’ “You see this option right here, dumbass?” There were only muffled sobs in response. Then a rough shove towards the desk, causing the boy to fall against the wood, leaning on it with shaky arms. “Answer me!”
“Yes! Yes! I see it!” The boy cried, looking at the prompt on the screen where Windows was politely asking, ‘delete this file?’.
“Good. Now, see this option? The one that clearly fucking says ‘no.’ Click it next time.” Dynamight stood up, letting the intern go, and the boy ran as fast as his legs would carry him. “Fucking useless brat.” After finally looking up, he noticed his door was now open, unlike before, and two figures stood staring back at him with shock in their eyes. Dynamight ignored them, promptly sitting in his seat and starting to glance through his paperwork to look through. “Did you two have a good patrol?” It was a question that was never going to be answered.
“Katsuki…” Kirishima, Red Riot, started, his tone laced with anger. Red Riot, also known as Dynamight’s boyfriend and partner, is one of the few to be close to the blonde. He could not believe what he had just witnessed from his partner. The horrible treatment of a subordinate by someone he loved shook him through his core.
Meanwhile, said partner seemed unfazed, going about his work as if nothing had happened. Kaminari, Chargebolt, stood beside Kirishima with a skewed look of horror. The two had known Bakugo Katsuki for years and were aware of his bad temper, but it had been a decade since they had seen him treat someone who wasn’t a villain in such a horrible manner. Chargebolt quickly decided that Riot could handle Dynamight and went racing after the poor intern. He had to make this right to the poor boy. Yes, he made a big mistake, but it didn’t warrant a violent thrashing.
“Are you just gonna stand there and look stupid, or are you going to come in?” Dynamight refused to look up from his screen, continuing to talk as if everything was a bother to him. Red Riot was about to explode with rage he had never felt before. The pure anger that rushed through his veins was close to betrayal. So, yes, Kirishima did walk into the office after slamming the door shut behind him. The action finally caused Bakugo’s eyes to look up, and his heart skipped a beat. His boyfriend's usual, gleaming smile was replaced with a scowl that could only compete with one of his own. His crimson eyes were shining with anger and his eyebrows furrowed, downturned. “What’s with that look, huh?” Bakugo didn’t want to admit that his remarks were only coming from a place of nervousness. “Oh, so what? I gave the intern tough love. It’s not like you could ever do it. How is he supposed to learn?” Kirishima stood still in silence, looking at Bakugo like he was about to pummel him, fists clenched at his sides. Bakugo decided to stop talking, resorting to glaring at him back.
“Are you proud of yourself? Did bullying a subordinate make you feel better, Dynamight ?” The low rumble of his words rolled through Bakugo’s body, striking every one of his nerves. His name was coated in venom as if it was disgusting to say. What the fuck? Kirishima stalked forward, standing in front of the desk and glaring down with crossed arms. Red eyes glared up at him, refusing to back down from the unspoken challenge. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like a parent being disappointed in their child and giving them a timeout. Kirishima put his hands on either side of the desk, successfully caging the other man in. “Did you get to boost your superiority complex?”
“Oh, come on, Eiji, I just-”
“Shut up,” Kirishima quickly bit back, the words dying on Bakugo’s tongue. Sure, Kirishima had told him to shut up before, but it was always light and warning-like when he was about to say something rude. Bakugo always shrugged those moments off with a quick ‘whatever’ followed by a ‘sorry’ that made Kirishima give him a soft smile. This, however, was a command, and Bakugo did not know how to feel about it. Here, his sunshine boyfriend was chastizing him for scolding an intern—what a joke. The staredown continued before Kirishima spoke again, but his eyes softened slightly with concern, “What happened? I haven’t seen you like that since high school. I couldn’t even recognize the man I love.” He was giving him an out. A way to apologize for what he did without further repercussions, but he refused to be humiliated, so, Bakugo only laughed in his face, his ego the only thing letting him speak. He stood up, and Kirishima rounded the desk, so they were only standing a few inches away, an imaginary fire in between them. Bakugo puffed up his chest to make himself seem taller.
“You do realize you signed up for this, right? You know I’m an asshole, but you still chose-” In one swift movement, Kirishima shoved his boyfriend against the wall by his shoulders, causing Bakugo to jolt from the pain. It was like time was going in slow motion. Kirishima's hot breath blew on his cheeks as he stared through the blonde’s soul. Bakugo was trapped in the redhead’s arms, but he couldn’t bring himself to be mad. He then grabbed Bakugo’s chin with his right hand, firmly holding him in place and preventing more talking.
“ That was not being an asshole. That was being an abusive boss to a young boy who made a mistake . How many times have you made mistakes, Dynamight? Oh right, you don’t think you can make mistakes because you’re just perfect, ” He spat. The blows kept coming, and Bakugo was left to stare like a deer in the headlights; the only thing keeping him grounded was Kirishima’s calloused fingers. His knees were shaking. Bakugo would never admit it out loud, but holy shit, he was getting hard. He couldn’t believe it. He was getting turned on by getting lectured and scolded like a child. It had to be the look on his face. The look said, ‘I could kill you if I wanted to.’ It was an extremely rare look for the redhead, only being saved for certain villains, but Bakugo knew he was weak to strength and power. This was not the same Kirishima that he usually had in bed with him; no, he wanted this Kirishima. This Kirishima was like a sexy adonis dripping with dominance and made Bakugo’s heart race. “Once you lose this attitude and stop being a fucking prick, we’ll talk.” With that, Kirishima tossed Bakugo’s chin away as if it had burned him and stormed out of Dynamight’s office.
Holy shit . Bakugo was so hard; his dick was already leaking in his pants. Kirishima had to have gotten hit by some quirk, right? He wasn’t holding this demeanor back, so Bakugo couldn’t see it, right? He was humiliated, getting turned on at work, but it also felt so good. After years of dating since high school, the two were inseparable. The Unbreakable Red Riot and Explosive Dynamight had been a pair since they confessed their feelings in their third year. It was awkward and embarrassing from both ends, and there were several moments of miscommunication and arguments, but they always made amends. At the end of the day, the two were madly in love. It was in the small moments they shared that made it obvious.
Back in the dorms, Bakugo would go out of his way to make Kirishima his favorite home-cooked meal and receive a ‘You’re the best Katsuki! How’d I get so lucky’ with a ‘Shuddup idiot, you’re embarassing’ in return. Kirishima would go out of his way to buy the romance manga Bakugo was too embarrassed to buy for him. Then, they would share a moment in Bakugo’s room where Kirishima would lovingly massage Bakugo’s back and hands (when he wasn’t reading) in peace and quiet, without being asked. After the dorms, their relationship only strengthened, and soon their bond became unbreakable. They knew everything about each other and helped with their weaknesses. Bakugo continued to help Kirishima fight through his insecurities to be confident, while Kirishima helped Bakugo with his audacity and humility.
There was only one problem: their sex life. It was practically nonexistent for two 23-year-old men. They only did it when they had to. Yeah, they both found each other irresistibly attractive and got pleasure out of it every time, but some variable was always missing. The variable where others would talk about their partners as if heaven’s descended upon them and they had the most mind-blowing orgasms. Bakugo didn’t get it and just figured they were exaggerating. Sex wasn’t that great, and Kirishima seemed to agree when they talked about it. The first time was the worst when they decided how to do it. However, even while being more in tune with their bodies, it never reached a state that they watched in the movies where they couldn’t let go of each other. It was just sex—nothing more, nothing less.
Bakugo wasn’t surprised it wasn’t too different than when he was jacking off. It was, of course, better to have the extra body heat, and it was also Kirishima, the man he loved, but it just was a simple body drive being fulfilled. Until this moment. Bakugo knew he was gay when he found he got turned on by men in high school and women never did the trick. Whenever he got turned on by Kirishima, it felt normal until now. This was what Bakugo was missing from his life, and he didn’t get why. He thought that maybe he and Kirishima just weren’t sexually compatible, but it wasn’t that important to him. Kirishima was the only one for him in any other aspect anyway. However, at the moment, Kirishima Eijiro was irresistibly hot, and Bakugo had to hold himself back from jumping at him.
His fire engine red hair suddenly looked extremely pullable, making Bakugo want to yank it just to hear what delicious sound he would hear. His muscular biceps looked huge and would probably be perfect for holding Bakugo up against a wall or pinning him down against a mattress, maybe even his desk at this point. Not to mention those raging, red eyes that Bakugo wanted on him the entire time he was being fucked within an inch of his life. Wait. Bakugo Katsuki was never the one to be fucked. Never the one to bottom. That shit was humiliating, and he was a dominant asshole. Being submissive and bottoming was out of the question for a man of his caliber. But what did that say for Kirishima? Bakugo made it very clear in the beginning that he would never do it, so Kirishima agreed because he didn’t care either way. Until now.
Bakugo was panting at his desk, just imagining all of the lewd scenarios in his head. He suddenly very much wanted to be ravaged and fucked by Kirishima’s cock. Just the thoughts were making his dick twitch in interest. Then, there was a knock on his door. Fuck. He tried to douse his mind in unpleasant images to calm down fast. He shook his head and straightened up in his chair, trying to hide his dick under the desk. “Come in,” he called.
Kaminari walked in, an indifferent look on his face while he inspected Bakugo. However, his face must have been red because Kaminari suddenly looked confused.
“Dude, you alright? Did Kirishima beat ya up?” The blonde laughed at his joke, knowing his sweetheart friend, but Bakugo could not respond, worsening the confusion. “Woah, you’re scaring me, man. What happened?” He stepped further into the room, trying not to startle his friend, even if he was planning to yell at him earlier. In response, Bakugo covered his face with his palm, replaying the moment repeatedly in his head. “Kachaan…?” He had hoped the nickname would get him a reaction but earned nothing.
“...today.” There was mumbling from where Bakugo sat, eyes closed.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Hah, never thought I would say that,” Kaminari commented.
“I’m done for today,” Bakugo said, louder this time. He stood up, turning his face away to grab his phone, wallet, and keys before making a beeline to the door. However, he never made it because a hand grabbed his wrist.
“Bakugo. I’m serious, man. Are you alright?” Bakugo looked back at him with his red face, and Kaminari let out an audible gasp as if a lightbulb lit up over his head. “He didn’t…break up with you…did he?” Completely terrified, Kaminari let go of his friend’s wrist and patiently waited for the answer.
“No. Just…” He paused. “He fucking…” Another pause, but Kaminari continued to wait, urging him on. “I won’t say it,” he decided.
“Aw, c’mon, man. You can tell me. I won’t tell Kirishima. As much as you like to deny it, I’m your friend, too,” Kaminari replied, giving Bakugo an encouraging smile. It looked like his boss was fighting an internal battle with the way his face was twitching and the hesitancy when he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly. He seemed to have decided on a safe thing to say and began to speak.
“Have you ever seen Eijiro mad? Like my level of pissed?” He asked softly, for once. His friend looked shocked for a moment before thinking about it.
“Not really? I’ve seen him get mad but never like your levels, well, except today. He looked ready to whoop your ass to tomorrow,” he replied, laughing slightly. “Why? Did he scare ya?”
“I have another question for you,” Bakugo stated, ignoring Kaminari’s question.
“Shoot, man.”
“Do you like having sex?” The two only stood a foot away from each other, but the electric hero felt like he had fallen through the earth into a timeline where Bakugo Katsuki was asking him about sex. Oh, wait, it actually was happening. It must have taken a while for him to regain his senses because Bakugo yelled at him. “Oi! You said I could talk to you, asshole!”
“Well, yes! But I just didn’t expect this!” He stopped to reign himself in, trying to formulate a response. He had to be mature about this because he knew Bakugo, despite his bold personality, was terrible with anything involving people. “The short answer is yes. The long answer is that it’s really fun and helps me relax. Plus, I get to see my sexy girlfriend’s naked body.” Bakugo wasn’t sure how to go about what he wanted to say next. He trusted Kaminari a lot, but this was a lot for him to take in. He just had to remind himself he was asking this for Kirishima’s sake.
“Is it like…fucking…ugh.” Emotional constipation. “Does it actually feel like how they show that shit in the damn movies or are those just exaggerated?” Kaminari blinked.
“Bakugo…are you a virgin?” BOOM! A small explosion was fired at Kaminari’s chest, but he only felt the force of it, which was small. “Okay, okay, okay. I’m sorry. It’s just, what the hell are these questions, dude?” He laughed. Bakugo’s face twitched with anger, looking like his usual self again. “Well, you and Kiri do it, don’t you?” He was answered with a nod. “Okay…so you both are terrible in bed?”
“Fuck you! I’m great at fucking!” Bakugo shouted louder than he should have, making his friend laugh harder. “Quit laughing, jackass!” The laughter continued, and Bakugo had enough, storming out of his office to the locker room to change out of his hero costume. The members of his agency darted out of his way as he walked through the halls.
What a fucking day.