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#dkbk #nsfw
“Please, Bakugou, we need your help,” Yaomomo pressed.

“Why can’t you just make that shit?” Katsuki scoffed. “It’d be easier and then I don’t need to do shit.”

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She stared at him for a long moment before he rolled his eyes. “Right, you’re fucking loaded. How dare I suggest avoiding a shopping spree.”

There were tentative squeals from the two women watching him carefully. They were pro heroes for fuck’s sake, couldn’t they make these decisions on their own?

“Sooo…” Mina said slowly, her tone hopeful.

“Fine,” Katsuki huffed before the acid heroine launched herself at him.

“Thank you so much,” Momo grinned. “You’re a lifesaver!”

“I can’t believe I’m helping you pick out lingerie,” he grumbled, feeling his ears start to heat up in embarrassment.

“It’ll be fun,” Mina laughed. “And I promise we can stop at the Hero Shop before we leave so you can pick up something for Midoriya.”

“Tch, the nerd doesn’t need any help with his collection. He’s got that covered,” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Then…something to spice things up in the bedroom?” she suggested, an excited smirk on her lips.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Unlike you two, I don’t need any help in that department.”

“Oh?” Momo said curiously as they rode the escalator to the second floor of the mall. “You’re both satisfied then?”

Katsuki growled, hating how his face felt hot from the line of questioning. They didn’t need to know shit about his and Deku’s sex life. That was between him, and well, Deku. “It’s fine.”

Both women made an uncomfortable sound.

“What?!” He snapped.

“Fine usually means…subpar,” Momo told him quietly.

“I don’t speak chick. Fine means fucking fine. We both get off, what more do you need?”

The ladies shared a knowing glance as they reached the top of the escalator. Katsuki did not like that look in their eyes. Before he knew it, he was squished between them, their gazes staring up at him as they worked out their approach.

“Who initiates?” Mina asked.

“What kind of question is that?”

“Midoriya?” Momo asked. Katsuki ground his teeth, cheeks brightening to vibrant cherry. “Oh honey, you know you can tell him if you want more sex.”

“I fucking know that!” God, Katsuki did not want to talk about this. He and Deku were fine. Nothing to fix, the sex was great…except it wasn’t. Not lately anyway. A quickie between shifts, a frantic blowjob in the shower.

How long had it been since Izuku had taken his time? When was the last time he felt like a puddle when they were done?

“So what’s wrong?” Momo asked.

“Nothing’s /wrong/ per se,” Katsuki grumbled. “Just-”

“No foreplay?” Mina piped up. “No passion?” Katsuki shrugged. “Ei is more into cuddling lately and it’s so frustrating when all I want is for him to rail me up against a wall!”

“Eugh, I don’t need that visual!” Katsuki protested.

“The point is,” Momo cut in, directing the group toward a high-end lingerie store. “If you feel like something is lacking, the best way to change it is through communication.”

“So why are you here then?” he asked.

“Kyoka’s birthday is coming up and I need your input on what colors would go well with her skin tone,” Momo smiled. “My sex life is wonderful, thank you for asking.”

Katsuki grumbled, feeling embarrassed by all the intimacy talk. It wasn’t like he’d never had a discussion like this before, but the girls were always so much more willing to share details.

The guys would never even think to take a conversation past “spit or swallow” and they sure as hell didn’t talk about this shit in public.

Katsuki finally took a moment to observe the store. Scantily clad mannequins stood in the window, displays of lace garments laid on tables and every boyfriend, husband and partner leaned against the railing outside the store.

Katsuki realized he was one of only a few guys in here, and while that didn’t make him feel awkward - he was very comfortable with his sexuality, thank you very much - what did make him feel some way were the male mannequins dressed in various types of underwear.

Silk boxers, velvet thongs, some crisscross get up that looked like it belonged in a dungeon instead of a mall.

“You good, Blasty?” Mina asked softly, leaning into his line of vision. “You look a little overwhelmed.”

“Uh…yeah,” Katsuki breathed, pulling his eyes away from the men’s section.

Mina’s eyes followed where his line of sight had been and turned back to him with a sly smirk. “Oh? Wanna check it out?”

“I’m here for moral support or whatever for you idiots,” he grumbled and wandered over to Momo who was studying a couple of see-through teddies.

“Ears doesn’t do fem,” Katsuki commented.

“I was looking for me,” Momo responded. “But you’re right. Kyoka tends to lean more toward practical.” She held the red lace teddy up to her form, the satin straps shining under the store lights. “What do you think?”

“Too much like your hero costume,” Katsuki told her. His head tilted toward the purple lace one with black trim and straps. “Wear her colors if you want a reaction.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Momo grinned. She held it up to herself and nodded in agreement, and then her gaze turned teasing. “Do you go wild when Midoriya wears your colors?”

Katsuki rubbed at his cheek and ground his teeth. Well, of course he did. The nerd look like a fucking snack most days, but wearing some combination of Dynamight merch or orange, black, and green always got his blood rushing south.

Both women chuckled at his reaction, but he waved them off and left them the shop on their own for a bit.

He wandered over to the other side of the store, admiring the designers who came up with so many variations of the same damn thing.

His parents had never gotten into the lingerie business, but they were aware that sex sells, so they’d put out plenty of summer lines that leaned toward sultry.

Katsuki had been around half naked models most of his childhood, visiting onsens with his classmates as a teen, and changing in locker rooms as a pro - nudity did not equate sex in his mind. But fuck if some of these strappy bits of cloth had him stirring in his pants.

He’d never felt this kind of attraction to clothing before, or rather the desire to know what that clothing would feel like against his skin.

Katsuki reached out to touch the silky panties on the table. It was smooth and cool, pleasant against his calloused fingertips.

The sensation sent electricity through his veins, blood rushing toward the heat forming between his legs. He gasped and stepped away.

The last thing he needed was to pop a boner in a goddamn lingerie store. He could see the headlines now - /Pro Hero Dynamight sexually harasses women at mall/.

“Can I help you?” A cheery voice asked from behind him, making him jump. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh, you’re Dynamight,” she grinned. “I’ve seen you on tv. That fight in Shibuya the other day was something else!”

“Thanks.” he hated small talk.

“Are you shopping for yourself or someone else?” She asked, not intimidated in the slightest.

“Got dragged along to help some friends pick things out.”

The salesgirl nodded, eyes passively wandering over the hero’s form. “Well, you seemed pretty interested in these,” she gestured to the table. “They’re our most popular line actually.”

“They feel…nice,” Katsuki commented lamely. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

The girl didn’t tease him or make some snide comment like he knew Mina would. Instead, she smiled and pointed toward an adjacent table. “If you’re looking for soft materials, those are the best. Soft, breathable, and sexy.”

Katsuki reluctantly followed her to the table and watched her pick up a black thong with an orange x on the band. Fuck, when had he signed off on that?!

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” the girl laughed at his embarrassment. “This line includes hero designs, but there’s also plain stuff if that’s more your speed. Here,” she passed a pair to him.

Hesitantly, Katsuki took the thong and was surprised to find that the material was very soft, like velvet, but without the weird texture. He rubbed the undergarment between his fingers and felt that jolt of heat and electricity shooting through his veins again.

This was a dangerous store. He cleared his throat and placed the thong back on the table.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’d be surprised by how many guys shop here,” the girl waved him off.

Her nose scrunched up with a smile, “It’s the hero stuff that gets them. Sleep shirts, socks, boxers, thongs, you name it, it’s got some hero sigil on it.”

Katsuki snorted and shook his head. “My boyfriend would go nuts for that kind of shit.”

“Deku, right?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

The salesgirl tapped the table and Katsuki’s gaze landed on a Deku thong. His thighs clenched at the overwhelming response that visual garnered. “We’re having a sale. Buy 3, get 1 free. If you need help, just ask.” And then she was gone.

The hero breathed long and shakily through his nose before reaching out for the teal green and black underwear. God, it was so fucking soft. Katsuki tried to discreetly adjust his pants to hide his chub, heart pounding with both arousal and the thrill of possibly getting caught.

Before he knew it, there were 4 pieces in his hands - blue and black boxer briefs, an orange satin thong, and of course, the Deku thong. His eyes darted to the other side of the store where he caught Mina and Momo watching him curiously with matching smiles.

The acid heroine wiggled her fingers at him and Katsuki snapped his attention away immediately. The last thing he needed was for them to see that he was getting Deku licensed merch. They’d never let him live it down.

Wandering about the rest of the section, Katsuki found his gaze continuously drawn to that strappy harness looking piece. He and Izuku had experimented in bondage before and it reminded him of their shibari nights.

A shiver ran over him from head to toe. Fuck…he had to get that now, didn’t he?

After another, less awkward, conversation with the salesgirl, Katsuki was at the counter, paying for his items. Bag in hand, stuffed with tissue paper to hide his purchase, he rejoined the girls.

“Oooh, what did you get? Show us!” Mina squealed.

“Absolutely not,” Katsuki snapped, pulling the back close to his chest.

“I think it’s wonderful that you’ve joined in on our shopping trip, Bakugou,” Momo smiled while readjusting the massive pile in her arms. “And I’m sure Misoriya will be thrilled as well,” she winked.

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbled, feeling that familiar heat coloring his cheeks.

Mina rolled her eyes, “Secrets secrets are no fun…”

“You’re the biggest gossip I know,” he hissed. “I ain’t showing you shit.” She pouted at him, but he was so used to her antics, he was able to successfully ignore her puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine!” The acid heroine exclaimed. “I’m going to buy my stuff. You almost done, Yaomomo?”

“Right behind you!” She nodded.

When they were gone, Katsuki peeked into his bag and chewed the inside of his cheek. Would Izuku even care about all this? He thought about his excitement at just touching the garments.

Well, he supposed it didn’t matter if his boyfriend wasn’t into them, Katsuki sure as hell was excited to wear them.

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Katsuki cleaned up the kitchen while his dinner simmered on the stove. The television was on the local news channel, the sound low. Deku had already left for patrol by the time he got home from the mall, so he had a chance to wash his new purchases.

Every time his mind drifted to the sultry garments tumbling in the drier, that nagging heat tightened between his legs.

The color green lit up the television screen, pulling his attention. The news was playing highlights from Deku’s takedown a few nights ago. Thighs bulging his already too tight costume, fury in his eyes…fuck it.

Katsuki quenched the flame on the stove and stomped to the drier. The Deku thong flopped down from the top, when the barrel slowed.

“Why not,” Katsuki sighed and twirled the thong on his finger on his way to the bedroom. He stripped down, cock already half hard when he stepped into the garment. A satisfied exhale passed through his lips at the feel of the soft material stretching over his hardened length.

It looked a little silly tented out the way it was, but fuck, it was Deku’s colors. A small whine crawled out of Katsuki’s throat and his cock twitched.

Climbing onto the bed, Katsuki flopped onto his back and let his hands wander. Fingertips ghosted over his thumping pulse, and he swallowed unconsciously. They traveled lower, dipping into the hollow of his throat, teasing his collarbone, flicking over his nipples.

His hips bucked at the sensations shooting across his skin. A little moan broke the silence of the bedroom as he continued to play with his chest - pinching, rolling, flicking until his toes curled and his cock stood tall enough to pull the waistband away from his skin.

One hand stayed to massage over his pecs, the other drifting lower over the rise and fall of his abs. Katsuki's stomach clenched at the feeling, eyes drifting closed as he imagined Izuku was the one touching him.

In his mind, it was Izuku making those little punched out gasps rattle his lungs. It was Izuku’s fingers ghosting over his inner thighs, teasing him to the point of lifting his hips, begging for touch. A finger traced over his balls and a low moan left his lips.

The material of the thong rubbed just right over his sensitive cock. Every time he twitched with arousal, the soft glide of the garment provided just enough friction to tease.

Before he knew it, Katsuki was on the verge of tipping over the edge. He had barely even ghosted over the tip of his leaking cock when that white hot coil twisted in his gut.

“Close,” he whispered to no one. His thumb pinched his nipple while he palmed over his aching length. He twitched hard, a whimper trilling in his throat. “Zuku, Zuku…Zuku,” Katsuki chanted as his back arched off the bed, head turned to the side as he panted.

The soft glide of the thong against his cock along with the pressure of his hand finally had him falling into ecstasy, shaking through wave after wave of his orgasm.

Cum pooled just under the waistband as his dick rapidly softened effectively trapping the sticky liquid against his skin. When he was able to catch his breath, Katsuki noticed the cooling wetness seeping into the thong.

“Gross,” he huffed and waddled to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The thong was tossed into the laundry for another round in the washer. Now satisfied with having gotten that need out of his system, Katsuki returned to the kitchen and finished making dinner.

He had an early patrol tomorrow, meaning he would only see Izuku in passing in the morning. Katsuki packed away the leftover curry and rice into individual bento boxes and left a note for his boyfriend.

Izuku was notorious for eating whatever he could find when he got home from patrol.

Katsuki had once caught him eating string cheese and Funions, and after a thorough scolding, the blonde made it a point to make sure his idiot boyfriend had a proper meal waiting for him when he got home.

Katsuki made sure to fold his new garments and hide them beneath his usual boxer briefs in his underwear drawer. His phone buzzed with a notification from his PR team. A reminder that he had an interview with their merch manufacturer before his patrol.

Katsuki responded and climbed into bed, completely forgetting to switch the laundry in the washer.
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