dynamight - part 6

[pacifisting]

TFLN - PT 1 🔥 ☆ TFLN continuation PT 2🔥 ☆ Blowjobs aren't legal at hero galas - PT 3 🔥 ☆ How Much Merchandise Can Midoriya Wear To A Hero Gala - PT 4🔥☆ Whoops Bakugou almost died and Midoriya did something dumb - PT 5🔥 ☆ Midoriya sidekicks with Tony Stark Because Fuck You - PT 6🔥



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[pacifisting]

[ Midoriya grazes a kiss over wet skin and works up to his biceps and shoulder, scarred fingers digging into the meat of his muscles to work out any tension there. When the head drops back against his shoulder and Bakugou's chest rumbles in response Midoriya smiles even wider, pleased, a low Kacchan purred in response to the compliment, affection burning bright inside his chest. ]

Picturing you with freckles is cute.

[ Hard to picture, but he would look good with them because Bakugou looks good with anything, everything. A soapy hand comes to the nape of Bakugou's neck and works there for a few moments before skimming lower, working on his other arm while he trades lazy, sweet kisses with no real intent behind them. Only when he's finished there does he work lower, soaping up his chest, not even bothering to hide that it's also a thinly veiled attempt to run his hands over all that bare, wet skin. ]

[dynamight]

[Goosebumps spring out across his skin, and it isn't from any kind of cold skirting him when part of his body isn't under the water.]

Nah. [Being in the sun gives him a few here and there, but nothing quite like the dusting brown stars on Midoriya's cheeks or shoulders or back.] Don't want any. Like 'em better on you.

[Almost lazily, he slides his arms around Midoriya's neck and drapes them there by the shoulders, letting himself get rubbed by the wide, calloused and soapy hands.] Like remembering where they're at. [One hand plays with the wet, curly ends of hair at the back of Midoriya's head, and he props his own temple against Midoriya's ear, letting his eyes linger down over the wash of freckles descending over the swell of Midoriya's back.]

No one else can see 'em except the ones on your face. That's fine. The other ones are mine.

[pacifisting]

[ Even if he knows why the goosebumps are appearing, Midoriya's careful to make sure that Bakugou gets a good portion of the hot water anyway. They're married, he can share! ]

Kacchan.

[ It'd be a purr if it weren't for the borderline sing-song tone to his voice, ruining what could be a sexy rumble and turning it into something more affectionate. The arms around his neck put them face to face which is just more temptation, Midoriya barely fighting back the urge to lean into him and turn the shower into something less productive and more exciting. His head tilts into the attention, like an overgrown puppy but his hands stay busy, focused, even if that focus is on Bakugou's chest and then lower, sweeping over his hips.

Once, the possessiveness would have frustrated him: a sign Bakugou was being weird and possessive again. Now they're older, Midoriya has more context and instead of frustration he just feels that same sort of possessiveness, understands where Bakugou's coming from. ]

So no hero outfit like Kirishima. [ All bare chest and weird strappy things. ]

[dynamight]

Don't talk about damn shitty hair while we're naked in the shower together.

[What kind of faux pas... But anyway, yeah!!] None of that BDSM sex shop shit. [It isn't that the outfit is horrendous and risque, it's just that the damn freckles are his to see in secret, in private. In here, in the bedroom.

Something very personal between them, something other people can only fantasize about when he's the one who gets to know they exist in reality.] Your uniform is fine. You already try to make it fucking kinky half the time anyway with your damn experimenting.

Like I give a shit. [It's not something he thinks too heavily about. He's smart, and he lives in his head when he's not exploding in irritation, but he's not someone mumbling to themselves about everything.

But he does enjoy it when Midoriya tries to make their love life a little spicier. Ideas he hadn't considered.] What matters is who's wearing the damn uniform...

[pacifisting]

[ It feels counterproductive to encourage the possessiveness but Midoriya enjoys it too much not to. The years haven't taken away just how much he wants Bakugou at any given point in time; if anything, they've made it even stronger. That Bakugou is so possessive of something like freckles is cute. ]

A good hero anticipates, not reacts! [ He sounds like a fucking hero fortune cookie and knows it, grinning as he drags soapy hands down Bakugou's belly too slowly to be wholly and entirely innocent. ] Sit down and I'll wash your legs.

[ He does fully intend to do it, and keep it pretty innocent outside of some kissing and groping because sex isn't quite the definition of relaxing, but he's also not an idiot with regards to the position. The seat folds down, smooth stone on ridiculously strong seam after one too many times where showering and not sitting was downright impossible. It has the dual benefit of making this whole process easier so no one slips and brains themselves on the ground. ]

To be fair, I don't know if I could wear a friend's uniform in- uh, in that context.

[ wow midoriya almost like name dropping friends in the shower with your husband. ]

[dynamight]

[He can't believe he's getting some second-rate All Might, commercial-having Number One motto! In the shower! Naked! From his husband!

Midoriya is lucky he can be deterred by leg washing and sitting. Both legs, thick with muscle, stretch out on either side, making room for Midoriya between the knees. He'd be a liar if he said he wasn't watching Midoriya in am ore hungry way than simple washing needs.

Acting on it would just end up with the two of them soaking the bed if they even made it out of the shower to begin with. Soaked bed, cold water--pick the poison. So Bakugou doesn't initiate anything other than the promise of later things in the heat of his red-eyed stare.

The leg massage is nice, too.]

Damn, shut up. You better not be wearing anybody else's costume but mine anyway. Yours or mine, take your fucking pick. The moment I find out you're in another uniform, I'm gonna have words.

[Merchandise is different. Actual, legal uniform? He'd be pissed.]

[pacifisting]

[ The only problem with this whole 'washing your husband' thing is that he want to do a whole lot more than wash the other man, especially now that he's on his knees, soaping one leg up, dragging a lazy kiss over Bakugou's knee once the water's rinsed the soap off. ]

You'd let me wear your uniform, Kacchan? [ Midoriya sounds a little surprised despite himself, working lathered hands up Bakugou's thigh.

For a moment it's not clear if he's intentionally sliding his hand up Bakugou's thigh, knuckles brushing against his partially hard dick on a few swipes, but he eliminates all sense of doubt when he pushes broad shoulders between Bakugou's thighs. Bakugou's dick is right in front of him and his mouth waters, hands pushing up the insides of his thighs until he's cupping the narrow line of his waist.

He means it to look good, seductive even if it's not what he's best at; he tilts his head up, blinks big green eyes up at him and digs teeth into his lower lip, but the whole attempt is ruined when he moves too far and water slides into his eyes, leaving him ducking and blinking it out. At least it wasn't soapy!!! Defeated by the shower, he thunks his cheek against Bakugou's knee, grinning despite himself. ]

I don't know how much of it would fit, though.

a whole week im so sorry i've been busy i hate it

[dynamight]

[The two of them can never get through anything without it usually turning raunchy. At least, not in private, and not when it has anything to do with them being in close contact. It's a wonder they can keep their hands off each other in the field.

And maybe... that's difficult for them too sometimes.] Tch...

Better you than some other fuckwad. [It still sounds too soft, so:] And only because you're Number One. You ever drop out of the top lining, and you won't touch anything of--

[He really wishes Midoriya wouldn't tease the shit out of him this way. His dick jumps softly as Midoriya broaches the space between his legs, and he's not sure if his lips part to get ready to offer a raspy moan or a hard scold... and then the water ruins everything. The sharp heat mellows quickly out into a low burn.] You fucking dumbass. [At least his stomach isn't in his throat, craving the chance to watch Midoriya's lips widen over him.]

You'd bust it, and then I'd be pissed off. I'm already pissed off. You're wasting water. Get up so we can wash off. If you're going to fuck me, do it when we're not dodging the threat of cold water.

[pacifisting]

[ It's not his fault his husband is infuriatingly attractive, or that he looks upsettingly beautiful soapy and wet and his. Midoriya noses against the inside of a thigh, pressing a biting kiss against the inside of his thigh just for the way the mark goes red and will mottle purple later. If it's right along where the seam of his pants will press later, well, that's just added benefit.

Swiping a hand across his eyes he presses another kiss to his knee this time and then rises up gingerly, winding both arms around Bakugou's shoulders to draw him in close, pressing a kiss against his lips this time, smiling like an idiot. ]

Don't be a jerk, Kacchan.

[ It's habit, chiding without any heat to it, but he's quick and efficient as he washes himself up and then swaps so Bakugou gets the water and he can fit himself up against him from behind again, kissing the wet curve of his shoulder as he gropes for the shampoo bottle. ]

Here, bend over and then I'll wash your hair?

[ peace offering!!!! ]

[dynamight]

H-hh. [Reaching out, his fingers tangle in Midoriya's damp hair and tug reproachfully for the bite before sliding out again.] Cut it out, numbnuts. [He hates how horny Midoriya makes him just by... by being stupid.

The hand falters by one of the arms looped around his neck. His lips part too readily, hungry for the ones veering in to kiss him, eating that imbecile smile.] No. [His body moves without a lot of his consent, flowing with Midoriya's as they dance in the space of the shower to trade chilly air and water.]

Only if you let me wash yours.

[Without much hesitation, he does as he's told, bending some to give Midoriya free reign of the puffy, dandelion blonde hair.]

[pacifisting]

[ Midoriya works quickly, lathering up the shampoo in his hair, working his fingers through it in steady, slow pushes. Every so often, his thumbs smooth over the line of his eyebrows to keep any shampoo from falling into his eyes. He's quiet for this part, lips still tingly from the kiss, cock still a little half-chubbed but not aggressively distracting. ]

I like getting to do this.

[ It's a hushed confession and Midoriya looks a little startled at himself for saying it, but it's easier when Bakugou isn't looking at him. Rough fingers work through the thick mess of hair, but he's achingly gentle. ]

Sometimes... it's nice to do something gentle rather than using my hands to...I dunno. Fight or defeat something?

[ Their kiddo is so small and fragile and he's always so aware of it, of how if he doesn't watch himself he could hurt her and while he never has the fear is a healthy one. Another swipe of his fingers to smooth back a line of bubbles and then Midoriya places a hand at the line of Bakugou'd hair to keep the next rinse from falling into his eyes. ]

[dynamight]

[Standing there, he stays half-hard because the fingers in his hair pull some kind of erogenous warmth up through his stomach from his groin. It's not carnal or dirty, but it's... delicious.

He hums low in his throat, shutting his eyes so he can focus on just the fingers, the nails, the feeling of Midoriya's body like a wall.] Yeah. [It sounds almost drowsy. It sounds much too agreeable, one of the rarest states of Bakugou being.]

You're Number One... Your hands aren't made for defeatin'. [Not like his, he thinks.] That's... just a benefit.

[His balance is fine, but he puts a wide hand on the straight line of Midoriya's side, resting it there like he thinks he's going to get swept away. The water is smooth and still warm. Maybe he will.]

Your hands are made for helping.

[taiyakis]

[ He's never really talked about it before with anyone, let alone Bakugou because it's never been an issue, just something he's considered. Something he's rolled around in his head and then pushed aside as not really worth thinking about because he knew he wasn't a villain.

Then, they had a kid and suddenly Midoriya felt like they were young again and he didn't know anything; he was just fighting to keep his head above water. To do the right thing, to learn how to be gentle again when they weren't. It feels dumb not to have talked to Bakugou about this before now, really. If anyone could or would understand... ]

Kacchan... [ He knows instantly what to say to ease all the worries in Midoriya's head like it's nothing. Finishing washing Bakugou's hair, he works the rest of the suds out and then pumps some conditioner into his hand. This time his hands glide through the mess of hair, working conditioner from the root to the tip, turning this into a proper massage. ] You're right. Sometimes I guess I just need a reminder.

[dynamight]

Mn. Or a punch in the head.

[It's said with a lot more fondness than he'd ever want it to sound, but... This is his husband, and they're alone, and he can say whatever the hell kind of soft things he wants without persecution. Just some teasing from Midoriya maybe.

His eyes lid again. A soft, small groan bubbles up in the back of his throat. Wet, dry, there's nothing like having particular wide, strong fingers in his hair, rubbing his scalp. A pleased cat-like hum, almost a purr.

Carefully, he pulls himself up flush with Midoriya, enough to lean without leaning, enough to let more of his arm snake around Midoriya's waist and lower back.]

I'll knock your teeth out if I ever hear you say anything different.

[taiyakis]

Try to land it.

[ There's no real challenge or heat to his words, though; Midoriya smiles instead against the swell of Bakugou's shoulder as he works conditioner through the fluffy mass of hair. Blunted nails scratch over his scalp lightly and then he's urging Bakugou back to rinse, working all of the conditioner out while keeping him braced.

One more pass of his hands through Bakugou's hair and he nods decisively, finding it rinsed enough that Bakugou won't find bits of conditioner stuck. ]

Alright. You're good, I think.

[ He's not letting Bakugou escape yet, though, leaning over to steal a quick kiss. ]

If you want to hop out you can, I'll finish up in a few minutes.

[dynamight]

Heh... You're pushin' your damn luck, nerd.

[It's fine. He still sounds so much less heated than any other time when he's ranting and raving.

When his head is clean and he's released from the water, he gives it a heavy shake. It gets it dry at the expense of covering everything else, and his hair is short enough to puff softly after, damp.

He hums at the kiss, not removing his hands and arms from around Midoriya.] Like hell. It's my turn. [Fairness. Give him fairness, or give him death. He won't take anything else.]

Turn around. How'd you get so fucking tall?

[taiyakis]

Uh. Time? Genetics?

[ Really, he's not sure. Obediently though he moves where he's instructed and fondly lifts a hand to touch the fluffy mass of damp hair on Bakugou's hair, knowing if he combs his fingers through it it won't do a damn thing. ]

You know I've actually considered it and it might be All for One? It would explain why All Might is how he is; I'm wondering if the quirk actually enhances the owner's physical-

[ Well, he hasn't ever stopped mumbling but at least he's gotten better about catching himself, sheepish as he meets Bakugou's red eyes. It might mean that he'll go back to whatever his normal size would be when he passes the quirk on, or this might just be him - growth spurt and muscles. Either way, he bends a little for his husband to get to his hair, rubbing the nape of his neck. ]

[dynamight]

Damn...

[He should have kept that shit instead of forcing Midoriya to take it back. It's fine. He might not be tall, but he's not extremely short, and, plus, he's a powerhouse. Which is what matters most to him.

If he was half the jokester some of the others happened to be, he'd tell Midoriya, "I'll say," when it came to getting enhanced. But... he just leaves it.

His fingers sweep up when the head comes over, twisting up softly through the damp curls. He gives them a gentle, maybe slightly sensual squeeze before widening his palm and guiding Midoriya's head through the water again so it's freshly wet.] It probably enhances a lot of shit. [There's roughness in his hands, but a strange, learned softness.

Midoriya can take being man-handled. Having a daughter, though... He's acquired a taste and precision for being careful, and Midoriya gets some of that out of habit. His hands pushing back, trying to keep the water from getting in Midoriya's face before he lifts Midoriya's head and gets some shampoo in his palms.]

C'mere. [He opens both hands to put them on the green mass of top hair.] You won't stop fucking growing, you eat like an elephant, and your workouts last for three hours.

I'd say it enhances a fuckin' lot.

[taiyakis]

[ For all that Midoriya's better about not injuring himself, better at being Deku, better at a thousand different things he's still not the best at letting other people take care of him. He's growing more used to it, of course, just because for all Bakugou's bark he doesn't have a lot of bite when it comes to them; he's gentler these days just in his own way.

Obedient for the moment, he settles down on the same part he'd had Bakugou sit down onto mostly so he can curve both of his hands around the backs of his thighs and tug him in, pressing a lingering kiss to the flat of his belly, smiling. ]

It's a good thing my agency pays so well, then, I guess or we'd go broke just trying to pay for tailoring clothes to fit me.

[ He's kidding but like, also not. Tailoring shirts to fit his wide shoulders along with a narrow waist and stocky legs means clothing shopping is an adventure every single time. He doesn't know how All Might did it. Then again, it doesn't really matter; Bakugou's got his hands in Midoriya's hair and oh, oh, yeah, he gets why the other man was like an overgrown cat with it. Sitting and just enjoying this is...really nice. Midoriya makes a low, pleased noise in the back of his throat, nuzzling in shamelessly. ]

[dynamight]

Tch.

[There isn't any hesitation in any of his muscles when Midoriya pulls him forward. He gets marginally hard again because of course he does; the kiss to his stomach doesn't help, and the skin dips softly. Even in the hot shower, goosebumps break out over his skin.

But he dives his fingers into Midoriya's hair and focuses on a task. They curl over the crown of Midoriya's head and drag slowly and gently back by the nails, giving the scalp a massaging scrub.] Maybe I should cut your protein. [At the top, the sides of his thumbs rub the hairline before joining the other fingers in the curls again. Carefully, down behind the ears, along the scoop of the neck and back.

It'd be so easy (well, maybe not wet in the shower) to ignite his palms and blow away Midoriya's head. But there's trust--Midoriya trusting him and trust in himself.]

What do you want for dinner? I can grab shit when I go pick up the brat from the stop.

[taiyakis]

[ It's a little mean, maybe, but he also wants to do it and the bare stretch of skin is right there for his mouth to go against. He tilts into each scratch of his hands with a low hum, tilting his head obediently, green lashes nearly black where the water clings to them. ]

Not the protein. [ The curl of big hands at the nape of his neck get a low groan, the tension that he was holding released bit by bit with each stroke of Bakugou's hands. There's no worry about danger, or whether or not Bakugou would do something like that; he's long past the point of worrying about that with a child, with a ring on his finger, with the two of them working as hard as humanly (or superhumanly) possible to achieve what they set out to do.

The question gets a rumbled hum in response, Midoriya blinking up at him when it's safe. ] Is the villain off her hunger strike of anything not noodles? I'm fine with noodles, I mean, but we might wanna try and sneak something green in there. I think she ate zucchini last time?

[dynamight]

Is she ever off her damn food strike? You're gettin' noodles and something, and the something is for us. I can't believe that damn brat will eat natto, but not vegetables.

Why the fuck are kids the way they are?

[His hands only stall momentarily in the irritation. When they pick back up, there's double the focus. He's already worked Midoriya's head from green to pure, frothy white.] Head back. [He pulls away, twisting so he can run his hands through the water and free it of shampoo.

The head comes off the wall, and he stretches it back over, smoothing a wide and strong hand up Midoriya's neck and under the jaws, making sure the head is kept back before he starts.] We should've just taken a bath as long as it's taking us to fucking do this. [Actually, it doesn't sound like much of a complaint?

He pours the water from Midoriya's hairline toward the crown, taking his hand from Midoriya's throat so he can use it to barricade water from rolling down the temples into the eyes.]

[taiyakis]

I think we may still have some chicken in the freezer? I'd have to check. And she's your kid, Kacchan.

[ She's their kid but he likes to teasingly blame her bad habits on him. That's absolutely not going to come back and bite him when they have another that's his.

Obedient for once in his life, Midoriya tilts his head and shifts his weight where instructed, leaning into the water so the suds wash down out of his eyes as quickly as possible. His hands can't stay still for long; he's never been good at staying still. One slides over the back of Bakugou's thigh, stroking the thick muscle there and the other curves over the jut of his hip, holding him while his hair is rinsed the rest of the way. ]

That's the fun of mornings off, right? Nothing to do until she's out of school which means a shower longer than three minutes. Kinda nice. [ A pause, and a deliberate up-down with the effect only slightly ruined by wet curls falling into his eyes. ] The view is really nice, too.