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[5:32 pm] Izukunt: i have something u want
[5:35 pm] Me: i know u dont have all might’s season 2 special edition on blu ray
[5:36 pm] Izukunt: WH–
[5:36 pm] Izukunt: I MEAN UR RIGHT BUT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT U FUCKIN NOODLE
[5:37 pm] Me: noodle
[5:37 pm] Me: stop hanging out with icyhot
[5:38 pm] Izukunt: omG no i like his face
[5:38 pm] Izukunt: and how he eats my ass
[5:40 pm] Me:
[5:41 pm] Me: im blocking u
[5:41 pm] Izukunt: OH MY GOD PLS IM SO SERIOUS
[5:42 pm] Me: bye
[5:42 pm] Izukunt: KIRISHIMA
[5:42 pm] Izukunt: ITS ABOUT KIRISHIMA
[5:43 pm] Me:
[5:45 pm] Me: WELL?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR??
[5:46 pm] Izukunt: he’s coming to my xmas party (*´▽`*)
[5:46 pm] Izukunt: there was a change of plans so he’s coming!!
[5:46 pm] Izukunt: which means u should be putting on that sweater ur mom gave u last year bc it makes ur arms look nice and brings out ur mean eyes
[5:46 pm] Izukunt: you should also bring a bottle of peppermint schnapps
[5:46 pm] Izukunt: bc u love me and i didnt have to tell u this
[5:47 pm] Izukunt: and if i wasnt so far up sho’s ass i would be up kirishima’s so im doing u a huge favor
[5:49 pm] Izukunt: …
[5:52 pm] Izukunt: U BETTER BE GETTING READY
[5:54 pm] Me: im putting makeup on shut UP
[5:55 pm] Izukunt: MAKEUP?
[5:55 pm] Izukunt: oh shit ur serious
[5:56 pm] Izukunt: DO THE WING THING THAT U DO
[5:57 pm] Izukunt: i wont let u in without the schnapps
[5:59 pm] Izukunt:
[6:00 pm] Izukunt: im so serious
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Bakugo remembers the damn schnapps and he makes a disgusted face from the moment he grabs the bottle all the way to Midoriya’s front door. He should get his tongue checked, Bakugo thinks as the door swings open. He's met with loud, generic Christmas music booming through the apartment accented by warm lights glowing against the cream-colored walls. From here, Bakugo can see that there’s not a whole lot of people, but the small apartment really makes it feel like a sardine can.
“You got the goods?” Midoriya asks with a serious expression, refusing to move from the doorway until Bakugo rolls his eyes and holds up the bottle. His expression morphs into one that can only be described as fucking Christmas glee before he takes the bottle, still not letting Bakugo in. He’s about to punch the nerd in the face before he whispers, “you should shoot your shot tonight, don’t give me that look. I’m serious, he asked if you were coming and looked so happy when I said yes. He likes you and you like him, so just go for it already.”
Bakugo stares at Midoriya for a long minute with his arms crossed before raising an eyebrow, “you have a bet with fucking Heat Meiser don’t you?”
“Wh–no, I just want you to be happy!” Midoriya sputters while laughing way too obviously. Bakugo’s glare deepens and Midoriya takes a whole 10 seconds to fold with an exhale, “yeah, Sho thinks nothing will happen between you and Kirishima before midnight, but I bet that something will happen before 9 p.m. and it’s already 7:30 so –”
“You both seriously need to go outside more,” Bakugo huffs while pushing through and stopping short when he quickly gets overwhelmed by how packed it is. He doesn’t do parties or social gatherings as a whole; 4 people at a time is pushing the limit.
“He’s in the living room,” Midoriya provides with a small nudge to his back, making him stumble forward a few steps.
“Shut the fuck–”
“He’s wearing a red sweater that makes his shoulders look like the most perfect handlebars–”
“Izuku,” Bakugo snaps, whirling around to face him with a hardened expression.
Midoriya’s clearly trying to hold back his laugh before he rolls his eyes and huffs, “you’re being a big baby, it’s fucking Kirishima.”
“Ah yes, the stalker has all the room to talk.”
“We already settled this! I wasn’t stalking–okay, look, you need to relax. Want a drink?” Midoriya asks, holding up the bottle with a wide grin and wiggling eyebrows.
“I would rather lick between Sero’s toes than drink–”
“You’re yuckin’ my yum and I don’t appreciate it.”
“I’m not doing this,” Bakugo huffs before stomping to the living room only to stop in his tracks when he sees a girl with curly pink hair holding mistletoe over Kirishima and pecking him on the cheek before moving onto his coworker/friend/pain in his fucking ass Ochako. The only reason he doesn’t blow the whole joint up is because the moment Kirishima’s eyes fall on him, his expression lights up like a fucking Christmas tree and it’s as if nothing else exists.
(It also helps that pinky is practically sucking Ochako’s face like a damn leech)
Kirishima bounds over to him like a golden retriever seeing its owner for the first time in months. His smile is broad, his hair spiked on the top and matching the color of his sweater that says ‘Merry Liftmas’ across the chest. The text is split by a barbell and is framed by a Christmas-y design.
It looks stupid as hell.
It’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
Bakugo wants to rip it off of him.
“You’re here!” Kirishima beams, eyes brightly lit by the tea lights hanging over them.
Bakugo tries to ignore the way those bright eyes dart all over his body and how those pointed sharp teeth bite into a bottom lip.
He fails, miserably.
“I was beginning to think that Midoriya was lying to me,” Kirishima admitted with a sheepish laugh while scratching the back of his head.
Bakugo tilts his head, noticing the way Kirishima’s cheeks turn a pink color and how his eyes avert like he’s trying to avoid something. It makes Bakugo’s chest warm and his stomach flip.
He’s been harboring this stupid crush for Midoriya’s coworker for over half a year now and he’s not sure if it’s the encouragement, the bet, the shoulders, or just the fact that his patience is running thin, but he does want something to happen. Eventually. Soon. Tonight.
“Does that mean you’re excited to see me?” He asks, boldly, ignoring the way his hands sweat and how quickly his throat dries.
Kirishima’s reaction is worth it. He blushes brighter than his hair, coughs into his fist a few times, and struggles to keep eye contact, but he’s smiling the entire time.
“Well, I, uh, yeah. Of course, always, I–yeah,” he sputters, then laughs a little awkwardly and Bakugo wants to marry him right then.
He can feel himself smiling as he watches Kirishima struggle, like a bug underneath a microscope and he almost feels bad; almost. The sweater barely containing those fucking muscles is enough to ward off the guilt.
“You want a drink?” Kirishima manages with a nervous cough, “I brought…stuff.”
“Stuff?” Bakugo asks while crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow. A smile tugs at his lips when Kirishima’s eyes dart from his eyes to his lips, his chest, and then back. “What kind of stuff Kirishima?”
Now he feels a little bad. Kirishima is too easy, too obvious, with every unsure mannerism and shift of his eyes. He’s easy to throw off, to play with, and unfortunately, he’s in Bakugo’s reach; like a ball of yarn to an energized kitten.
“Uh, I–you know what, I’ll go get it for you! Hah, yeah, just uh, wait right here? Or not, I’ll find you.” Kirishima stammers with bright red eyes as he bolts to the kitchen, leaving Bakugo to laugh to himself and nonchalantly watch that plump ass trot away.
His palms sweat, with less nervousness this time and much more greed. He can almost feel the plush muscle under his fingers, bending and molding to his hands as he grabs and kneads it before splitting–
“It’s so creepy seeing hearts in your eyes, knock it off,” Denki gags, slithering by with Tetsu hanging on one side while Shinso lazily trails by the clasp of their hands.
Bakugo silently glares at all three of them before rolling his eyes and huffing, “yeah cus you’re always a fuckin’ treat to be around. Surprised you’re even here, don’t you have, I don’t know, sister wives to corral?”
Shinso manages a snort as Tetsu tilts his head, confused, while Denki glares and forces his lips to stop twitching.
“Ha-ha-ha, you’re so funny. Speaking of wives, you trying to become Kirisima’s with this little sweater? So cozy, so domestic, so submissive if I do say so myself. And say I do. Is that winged eyeliner? Look at you, posturing like a little Omega or an Alpha who's into other Alphas. No discrimination here. You’ll be tied down in no time. Do you need your apron embroidered? If so, I know a guy.” Denki beams then cackles when Kirishima decides to return, both hands occupied with glasses filled with a curious green liquid.
“Hey Denks,” he starts, handing Bakugo the drink with a bright, unaware smile. “What’re you embroidering?”
“His new jock strap, he’s putting Waffle House on it because his ass never closes,” Bakugo cuts in, smirking as he lifts the drink to his lips to take a sip while wondering what the fuck an Omega or an Alpha is. The drink pleasantly distracts him. It’s not bad, whatever it is. Sweet, a little tart, but really good.
Denki’s jaw slacks in shock but his eyes read entirely impressed as Shinso gives Bakugo a sneaky fist bump while Tetsu flushes, squawking a loud, “dude!”. Kirishima blinks a few times, staring between Denki and Bakugo, who are glaring at each other with amused grins starting to curve their lips.
“To each their own I guess,” Kirishima murmurs with a slight pink tint to his cheeks and a small, confused laugh before taking a sip of his drink.
Before Denki can attempt to reclaim his honor, Shinso pulls him and Tetsu to the kitchen, murmuring something about wanting waffles. They follow easily after Denki makes a point to stick his tongue out at Bakugo before disappearing.
“How do you know Denks?” Kirishima asks, pulling Bakugo’s attention back to him with a warm, curious smile.
“He did the electrical work for the first restaurant I opened.”
“Wow,” Kirishima whispers in awe. “Wait, you’re the mean–,” he starts with excitement, but abruptly cuts himself off with a cough and a large swig of his drink.
Bakugo doesn’t need him to finish that sentence. He knows what people say about him, especially those who have worked with him. He is mean. He knows he is. Most of it is just how he is, but there’s a large chunk that is a performance.
Gordon Ramsay is his idol after all.
He’s not too stoked about Kirishima having a perception of him that doesn’t cast him in the most attractive lights, but does it matter? It doesn’t look like it’s stopping him from watching Bakugo when he drinks and lingering on his lips, nor does it deter him from staring at his chest and fidgeting like he has to go to the bathroom or take a long, brisk walk in snowy weather.
Bakugo knows the sight of someone attracted to him; he’s demi, not stupid.
“What is this?” he asks instead of teasing Kirishima’s obvious arousal dance.
Kirishima perks up at the question, clear relief washing over him as he smiles wide, “I made it! It’s called Grinch Cocktail. It’s got a bunch of stuff in it, mostly vodka and rum.” He hums, taking a sip before adding, “and Midori! For the, yanno, the green.”
Cute, Bakugo thinks as he watches Kirishima. He looks so proud of his drink and he should be. It’s good, and that’s saying something since Bakugo isn’t usually a fan of super sweet drinks.
“I like it,” he says, smirking when Kirishima nearly chokes on his own spit.
It takes one drink. One drink plus the pesky reminder that he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and Bakugo feels like he’s generously buzzed. It’s a good feeling, he’s not drunk, just relaxed and easily swayed by his own impulses.
Which is how he ended up sitting on the floor, back pressed to the couch instead of sitting on it, with Kirishima brushing against his shoulder. Their knees knock when they get excited about talking about this or that; especially hiking. Bakugo nearly crawls into Kirishima’s lap when they start talking about trails and gear and how Kirishima has run into a mountain lion during one of his hikes.
“Did you pet it?”
“Did I pet–no! Bakugo! You don’t pet a mountain lion unless you want to lose a limb!” Kirishima yells over the music and loud chatter, laughing so hard his cheeks turn the same color as his sweater.
Bakugo pouts, “I bet it was soft.”
Kirishima’s head tilts back as he laughs while holding his stomach before abruptly pressing his forehead against Bakugo’s temple. He’s only slightly taller than Bakugo, just enough to look down at him; just enough.
“I thought you would be a dog person, but it makes more sense that you’re a cat person. A foolish mistake on my part,” Kirishima giggles in his ear; no need for yelling with their proximity.
Not like it fucking matters since Bakugo’s blood is rushing to his ears and his nerves white out his hearing for a second. He can feel Kirishima’s breath on his skin, the way their shoulders press firmly against each other, their hips and thighs touching all the way down to their shins. He’s become increasingly aware of his body now that it’s touching Kirishima and fuck, is it warm in here or is it just him? Or is Kirishima warm? He feels warm…and soft even with those firm muscles that Bakugo can’t seem to ignore no matter how hard he tries.
“Why does it make more sense?” He murmurs, keeping his gaze forward but unseeing. Hoping that no one decides to pop the bubble that’s starting to form around them.
“Well,” Kirishima hums a little drunkenly, detaching his forehead from Bakugo’s temple to rest his chin on his shoulder, “you kind of look like a cat. And cat is in your name. You know? Cat-suki?” He snorts as Bakugo rolls his eyes, trying to act like his heart isn’t hammering in his chest at the sound of Kirishima saying his first name. “Also, also, cats are always like ‘look how cute and pretty and soft I am’ and then don’t want you to touch them. A crime if you ask me.”
It slips. So easily it slips. He barely feels it on his lips when the words crawl past them. Thank you Grinch Cocktail.
“I want you to touch me.”
Everything about Kirishima stiffens, from his body all the way to his breath. Somehow. Bakugo’s not sure how to describe it, but Kirishima is stiff now and he immediately wants to shove the words back in his mouth and eat them so they can forever live in his stomach. He keeps his gaze forward, too nervous to even put a picture to the feeling that’s washed over them.
He tries not to throw up the green drink when Kirishima detaches his chin from his shoulder. He can feel the intake of breath, the beginnings of a ‘jumping off a ledge’ feeling, and Bakugo has to fight every instinctual twitch to get up and run out of the country and change his name.
That was big dumb, big stupid; he should’ve jacked off or something before coming over so he could at least have had a chance to tame his horny hellhound of a brain when under the influence.
“Baku–,” Kirishima starts and Bakugo flinches, not because of the sound of his name on those soft-looking lips, but because of the damn arm that’s slicing between them and the loud, obnoxious voice that follows after.
“Pucker up and kiss it Whoville!” The girl with the pink curly hair beams, loud enough to echo through the small apartment as she awkwardly holds herself over the back of the couch. One arm presses on the cushion behind them as the other arches over to dangle a bundle of mistletoe over their heads.
As if attached to a piece of string, Bakugo’s head snaps to the bundle of foliage dangling between them by pink manicured nails. His heart thumps loudly in his ears as his eyes flick between the greenery and Kirishima; Kirishima, who looks nervous but he’s smiling and biting his fucking lip with those oddly pointed teeth and oh shit Bakugo wants to kiss him so bad.
“It’s tradition! C’mon now my arm is getting tired!”
Kirishima looks so nervous that it makes Bakugo nauseous. He’s blushing bright red, his lips twitching into a smile as he looks at Bakugo before glancing up at the mistle mercenary.
“Meens,” he whines.
‘Meens’ responds by wiggling the mistletoe while giggling mischievously.
Bakugo doesn’t like the expression on his face or the pleading tone of his voice. It’s too nervous, it’s too…on the edge of opting out of something that he wants. He wants it, he thinks Kirishima wants it too. Is he scared or is the bastard just being thoughtful? Of course he is, that’s how Kirishima is. A ray of fucking sunshine and a field of flowers on a hiking trail, that’s Kirishima.
Well, Bakugo’s always been the forward one. The one who shoves your face into his way or the highway. The explosion of greed and adrenaline served on a pretty silver platter.
So it doesn’t take much more convincing for him to place a hand on the back of Kirishima’s neck and pull him in until their lips meet in the middle.
At first, its teeth clashing against his lips. Sharp teeth. Teeth that Bakugo’s been fantasizing about for months now. It hurts and it’s clumsy, and Kirishima starts to pull away but Bakugo doesn’t let him. He forces Kirishima to work through the sloppiness of their start until they both get their bearings. The atmosphere around them is chaotic like they’re watching a football game where both teams are tied and there are only a few seconds left.
The kiss evolves from clashing teeth and hesitant lips to confident strides and firm presses, but the squealing in Bakugo’s ears startles him enough to pull back. His hand is still placed on Kirishima’s neck, it’s sweating for sure and that’s gross so he releases it.
“Hand it over,” he hears a voice that sounds like Sero, followed by a, “fucking hell, I was so close” that sounds like Midoriya that’s almost overrun by Todoroki grumbling, “you said something to Bakugo didn’t you, Izuku?”
Bakugo doesn’t hear what comes after because there are large, calloused hands cupping his jaw and soft, eager lips pressing against his again; the excitement is back as easy as it was washed away, still accompanied by hoots and hollers, but Bakugo can't be bothered to feel embarrassed.
He can’t focus on anything else other than the tongue sliding against his and the way it tastes like the fucking Grinch drink and something else that makes him groan with greed. His hands find their way to that stupid sweater, clutching at the front of it like a lifeline as he chases that taste with the hunger of a starving bear.
Kirishima opens so easily that it makes him dizzy with arousal. He’s sure that they probably look like they’re trying to eat each other instead of kissing and normally, Bakugo would reprimand anyone for doing this in front of other people. Because it is gross, it’s private, it’s intimate, and yet.
And yet he kind of likes that other people can see. Solely for the fact that other people are witnessing a moment in Kirishima’s life that is inexplicably his.
He can hear someone making a gagging noise when he obviously chases Kirishima’s tongue when it retreats from his mouth. It's too good to feel embarrassed, to stop, to have a sliver of dignity. He can feel saliva dripping out of the corners of his mouth, and it's gross, but his head is so foggy with desire for Kirishima that the thought of pulling back feels akin to shooting himself in the foot.
There’s something that falls on top of them, bouncing off their heads and into their laps. It’s soft and harmless, but it makes Bakugo tense. Kirishima notices the tension immediately and retracts his lips like a good person while Bakugo actually growls his disapproval like some rabid animal.
“Fuck.”
Bakugo almost doesn’t register the curse. He’s not used to it coming out of someone else’s mouth and he certainly wasn’t prepared for it to come out of Kirishima’s before their lips are firmly reunited. It makes his stomach tighten while a burning, hot sensation curls around his head, chest, and groin.
He’s hard. He’s hard as a diamond in the middle of Midoriya’s apartment while everyone watches and oh, he can’t care too much because Kirishima is nearly crawling into his lap as he kisses him.
There’s a soft, vibrating sensation against his lips and if it weren’t so goddamn loud in the small apartment, he’s sure that it’s a moan. A moan from Kirishima’s mouth that he’s missing out on and it’s suddenly very important that they be anywhere else but here.
With great reluctance and a firm grip on Kirishima’s hair to stop him from chasing his lips, Bakugo forces them to part. They’re both out of breath, the people around them are cheering, and it’s weird, but they pay it no mind. Their eyes are glued to each other’s, their lips are red and swollen, glistening with swapped saliva. Kirishima’s cheeks are a pretty rouge and Bakugo’s sure he looks exactly the same if not worse.
Kirishima tries to initiate another kiss, but Bakugo holds the hair firm and then smiles wide when he watches those pretty cherry reds roll while his eyebrows pinch at the center. The image in front of him is real and disorienting, it creates a snowball effect and suddenly Bakugo’s mind is a movie reel with Kirishima in all kinds of positions that make his face create that very same expression.
His cock twitches and he is thus reminded of why he interrupted their kiss in the first place. Kirishima’s teeth dig into his bottom lip when Bakugo gently guides him down until his lips are pressed to a scarlet red ear. It takes everything in him to not lick the shell or pinch it between his teeth; Kirishima’s already squirming and it’s rapidly changing the rating for their very public display of affection.
“Wanna get outta here? I live in this complex.”
Bakugo doesn’t get a verbal answer, but he doesn’t need one. Not with the way Kirishima clambers out of his lap and actually fucking carries him out of the apartment like there was a fucking fire or something. Which is fitting since, well, he is a fucking firefighter.
Bakugo makes a point to flip everyone off, specifically Midoriya and Denki, since he’s draped over Kirishima’s shoulder until the door to the apartment cuts everyone off and he’s put back on his feet again. The cold air shocks him a little, makes him inhale sharply, and wince when his lungs are filled with crisp air. He wobbles a little, from the rush of blood from his head, the alcohol, and the chaste kiss Kirishima plants on his lips.
Swallowing, Bakugo stares at him, at his red nose and bright, eager eyes. The cold makes the inferno boiling inside him bearable. He almost gets distracted by the desire to have his hands, his lips, his anything on the man in front of him. But Kirishima’s lips move and Bakugo has suddenly run out of time to do anything else other than move.
“Lead the way.”
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[10:01 pm] Izukunt: don t gEt pregnant
[10:05 pm] Izukunt: m’not ready 2 b a unclE
[10:06 pm] Izukunt: i do supprt brEeding knk
[10:06 pm] Izukunt: nO KI NK SSH AMIN G HERE
[10:08 pm] Izukunt: SAFETY remmmer sAFETY
[10:10 pm] Izukunt: raw is smuch betr tho i kno
[10:18 pm] Izukunt: hapy new yr
