Bakugo clawed at the sheets with one hand, heels digging into the mattress, hips eagerly thrusting into the other hand clenched around his cock. God, he felt so fucking good. He held his shirt between gritted teeth, looking between his own thick pecks, down his valley of abs, right at his hard cock. His calloused fingertips rubbing against the frenulum then pressing against his drooling slit made his eyes roll back.
Back arching into a crescent moon, his orgasm climbed just a bit higher with each stroke. His other hand slid up from the sheets to cup his balls, massaging each globe with his thumb. He imagined it was a tongue lapping at them. They were so heavy, so full it was a wonder they haven't already burst.
His hand went faster, squeezing at the base then twisting at the tip over and over until he just focused on the sensitive head. His chest rose up and down with his heavy panting, his toes curled as the burning in the pit of his stomach grew hotter and hotter. Bakugo moaned, his eyes clenching shut as he sped closer to his climax.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
His hand moved from his balls to his nipples, pinching them until it stung. That little twinge of pain nearly pushed him over the edge. Once more and he'd be done for.
His eyes slowly opened to see crimson ones staring back at him. The redhead grinned, flashing those sharp shark teeth, then leisurely licked a long wet stripe against the underside of his cock. That tongue snuggled up to the head, lapping up the precum around the slit before wrapping around the head and dragging it in between his lips.
"Itadakimasu," he said, voice a deep rumble.
"Kirishima~" Bakugo whimpered.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Bakugo's eyes snapped open only to find himself draped in darkness and no one between his legs. He stopped his jutting hips, embarrassed to be humping the air while asleep. Spears of soft sunlight seeped through his sable curtains, giving him just enough light to see his phone ringing on his nightstand.
Fucking Kirishima.
He snatched it from the stand and answered.
"I'm going to murder you, Shitty Hair," he snapped. His voice was still riddled with sleep so it didn't have nearly as much bite as he wanted.
"Good morning to you too!" Kirishima chirped. "We wanted to make sure you're up before we come over."
He did need Kirishima's help.
He did not need Kirishima to see him in this state. This miserable, apparently unhygienic, helpless state. He especially didn't want an extra guest accompanying his best friend. But wait… maybe that sparky bastard could short circuit the damned robot…
"Hello?" Kirishima said.
"No."
"You sound like you're up to me."
"Shuddup."
"So grouchy."
"Who asked you?"
"We'll be there soon!" Click.
Well, there was no hiding from him now. Honestly, a small part of him was happy that he'd get to see him outside the confines of the small phone screen. There was nothing like experiencing that big dumb grin in person. He wondered what he'll say once he sees all this.
Wait, why were they coming over? He contemplated calling him back to ask but found himself distracted by the throb of his cock.
He threw back the covers to look at the tent pitched by his morning wood.
Wait…hadn't he gone to bed without a blanket? When had he even fallen asleep?
Fuck. He ached. Stupid fucking dream. He missed masturbating. Ever since the incident, any attempt to left him in crippling pain. He liked to pleasure himself fast and furious, but his body didn't allow him to do that anymore. He hadn't jerked off in at least a year. And he definitely hadn't had Kirishima between his legs since way before that. Now, he had to go and fantasize about it? About him? He didn't even get to cum in his own goddamn wet dream!
It was that dumb robot's fault! He had half the mind to drag it in here and make it fix this.
But a cold shower would have to do instead. He'd die before he had a talking toaster jack him off.
But what about its mouth? Those lips—
Stop! No!
He shook his head to stave off the invasion of horny thoughts.
The blond stared at the ceiling, inwardly convincing himself to leave the warmth of the blankets to go take a shower. He was tempted to try jerking off even knowing he'd regret it the rest of the day. His brows furrowed as he noticed the ceiling lights.
Hadn't he left those on?
"What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded to no one in particular. He looked to the door, finding it still cracked. But the robot was not where he left it.
Did it do all of this? Turn off his lights and tuck him into bed like some useless baby?!
The smell of breakfast wafted into his room. His stomach grumbled. He then grumbled at his stomach for grumbling. Boner momentarily forgotten, he steadily rolled over then sat up, gently placing his feet on the itchy carpet. He pushed himself up from the bed and slowly strolled into kitchen, minding the ache of his back and his…front.
"Good morning Master Bakugo!" Midoriya greeted him, looking over his shoulder as he cleaned off the counter. His freckles sparkled as he smiled.
No, Bakugo did not feel a twinge in his chest. And anyone who said otherwise will get beaten to a pulp.
Bakugo scratched his bum, looking at the bot who was wearing his favorite fucking apron, and the assortment of breakfast items. Rice, miso soup, natto, omelets and bowls of fruits sorted by color and size all laid spread out on the table. On the opposite side was a cup of blue juice. The hell was that?
"I thought I told you to stay in the goddamn corner!" Bakugo griped.
"You did not say how long to stay in the corner. I assumed the punishment ended at midnight."
"You're not human—how do you assume anything?!"
"I told you, Master, that I am made to resemble humans."
"And?!"
"And I can make decisions that are in the best interest of my owner despite an order." He ushered the angry blond to the table and sat him down on the softest pillow he's ever felt. Midoriya sat opposite of him, sipping the juice through a straw. Meanwhile, /the thing/ stared at him, blinking and breathing just like human would. A shiver snaked down his spine. He turned away, glaring down at the food and utensils.
"It is recommended that 22-year-old men of your size, height and stature eat-"
"I'm not hungry." He was not going to eat any of it. No matter how good it smelled. Or how much his mouth watered. Or how his stomach protested. What if it was poisoned?
"My sensors determine that that was a lie."
"You can shove your sensors up your ass."
Midoriya stood and placed himself beside Bakugo. After grabbing a couple pieces of diced fruit, he pressed them up against Bakugo's lips. He firmly kept them sealed. The android pressed harder, making the juices drip down his chin. He used the other hand to hold Bakugo's head steady, pressing his fingertips into his cheeks to try and pry his jaw open a little.
"Perhaps I already have sensors up my ass," the thing said.
Bakugo choked on his saliva, coughing. The robot took the opportunity to shove the food in and pressed a hand over his mouth so he couldn't spit it out. This sneaky little shit bag! The blond tried to push its hand away, but it wouldn't budge.
Glaring, he held the food in his mouth, defying Midoriya. The robot merely pinched his nose so Bakugo couldn't breathe.
The blond would sooner pass out before he let this thing beat him.
"My master is very stubborn," it commented. "But I was specifically crafted to counter you. If you faint, I will merely feed you purees instead. Besides, Master Bakugo, who knows what else I could do to you while you lay unconscious. I'm sure you noticed a few of the things I did do while you were asleep."
A muffled 'fuck you' was all the male could muster. Eventually, his lungs burned too much for him to take.
Bakugo gave in, begrudgingly chewing and swallowing. He wouldn't admit it, but the fruit was so ripe, so damned juicy he nearly moaned at the taste. Grunting, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You smug little—mmpgh!" Midoriya filled his mouth with a bit of the omlette this time. It too was a delicacy he hadn't had in a while. The android backed off when he chewed without any prompting this time. Smiling, it sipped on its own drink, seemingly so pleased with itself. He wanted to punch a hole right through its goddamn face!
A knock interrupted whatever threat nearly came bubbling out of Bakugo.
"I'll get it," the android chirped. It had barely gotten the door open when Kirishima and Kaminari came skipping through the door, bags of groceries in hand.
"Happy anniversary!" They sang, holding out their arms like they just finished doing a song and dance number. Kirishima's ruby hair was longer now, three braids feeding into a gigantic waterfall of a pony tail. The guy had beefed up with all the pro hero work he'd been doing, a mountain that Bakugo wanted to climb for sure. His pecks bulged in his in sports tank. Bakugo might've wanted to put his face between them and suffocate himself. He wasn't sure yet. Kaminari's golden locks were also pulled back into a pony tail, but he had his bangs out to frame his face. He wore his hero outfit. They must not be staying too long, then, Bakugo concluded. A twinge of jealous nipped at his chest.
"We brought cake!" Kirishima grinned. Ah. There is was… that stupidly happy smile of his. Still, Bakugo was too confused to smile back. He slowly stood, eyebrows furrowed as he wracked his brain.
"Don't tell me you don't know what today is? Bro, it's the day you came home from the hospital!" Kirishima set the bags down on the counter before yanking the blond into a bear hug.
No, Bakugo's heart was not hammering in his chest. Who said that? Why would it be?
He tried to fight back the blush blossoming across his cheeks, but he failed miserably. He even failed in biting back the smile sprawling across his lips.
"You…you remembered that?"
"Of course!" Red Riot's arms squeezed around him even tighter. Could he feel his heart beat? He could feel Kirishima's with their chests pressed together so closely. Their heartbeats synced together after a moment.
"Alright, alright. Enough. You big softy," he muttered. Bakugo suddenly became aware of someone breathing down his neck.
"Ah. I just love group hugs, don't you?" Kaminari sighed.
"I, too, enjoy group hugs. Statistics show that hugs help one's immune system, and my sensors indicate that Master Bakugo's oxytocin levels have risen considerably."
With an embarrassed and angry grunt, Bakugo pushed everyone away from him.
"Alright already!"
Sparky and Shitty Hair glanced around, seemingly grinning in approval.
"This place looks a lot cleaner than I expected," Kaminari commented.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bakugo growled. Midoriya jumped in before either men could begin back peddling.
"My master gathered the strength to clean the entire house on his own just last night. He allowed me to do very little. For his efforts, I made him breakfast this morning. You two are both welcome to have the rest still on the stove."
Bakugo looked at the thing. Did it really just lie for him? He looked back to the other two, who had mixed expressions of admiration and astonishment.
"Maybe you really are getting better," Kirishima said while he looked Bakugo up and down as if considering something. "And how nice of you to do that for him," he said to Midoriya, rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah, whatever," Bakugo sighed. "While you're here, help me get this bastard out."
"I think you should keep him! You really need-"
"I don't need anything. I'm fine. As you can see," Bakugo spat. Just like that, his mood soured. He wanted to go back to bed. Now.
"My master is, in fact, not fine," Midoriya whispered to the two pro heros.
"Shut up, numb nuts!"
"Actually," Midoriya said, "My nuts are fully functioning."
Both Kaminari and Kirishima burst into laughter at the unexpected clarification. Bakugo muttered something under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Why do you want to get rid of him so bad, he's funny! Has he tried to hurt you or something?" Kaminari asked.
"No, but-" Kirishima cut him off.
"Bakugo, I'm serious. I really think you should keep-"
"Please, Ei. Just—please." Bakugo ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but the redhead and the other blond. He didn't want to explain why, he just wanted this fucking thing out of his house so he could go back to being alone. Alone. Where no one could judge him or pity him or make him feel weaker than he already did. His fall from grace hadn't been pretty. He'd been top of his game. The number one hero. The best anybody had ever seen. Greater than All Might. Then, just like that… with a snap of his fingers…defeated. Killed. Left with scars where they'd pieced him back together, and chronic pain. If he knew life was going to be like this—this continuous agony—this constant reminder of what he used to be, then he'd have rather stayed dead.
"Maybe you can try frying its circuits," he suggested to Kaminari.
"If you think it'll work…" Denki shrugged. He placed a hand on the android and gathered as much electricity into his hand as he possibly could. The whole room flashed gold, blinding everyone nearby. Bakugo and Kirishima rubbed at their eyes. When they opened them, they found absolutely nothing had changed.
Midoriya still stood there, fully functional.
"Perhaps I should have warned you that that would not work. I apologize," he said, a stupidly cute sheepish grin on his face. "But I needed the charge, so I thank you for that." Bakugo growled, throwing his hands in the air.
"For fucks sake! You wanted him, right? Just take him. It. Just take it out of here." Bakugo sighed.
"Here, let me try." Red Riot said. He went behind the android, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He hoisted with all his might, but the thing didn't move an inch. The redhead tried again, wheezing. Was it really that heavy that even Red couldn't pick it up?
"Please remove your hands from my person," Midoriya chimed.
"Kaminari, get his legs!" Kirishima instructed. Denki kneeled, grabbing the android by the back of his legs and pulling to lift him off the ground. The android stayed firmly in place.
"Please remove your hands from my person. This is a warning."
Kirishima came around to the front, and when Kaminari stood they both tried pushing. Kirishima hardened, his feet shredding the carpet. Kaminari damned near popped a gasket trying his hardest to shove the android out the door. Someone farted from the exertion and Bakugo's eyes watered from the stench, his hands popping with small explosions.
"You guys are just—holy shit I don't even know what to say to you two. Something crawl up your asses and die?! I can't think with this goddamn smell!"
"What? You try moving this thing! Oh, wait, you can't," Kaminari said.
"I'll strangle you, moron!"
"Please remove your hands from my person. I will not be removed from my master's care until…"
Midoriya was drowned out by the sounds of the men arguing back and forth. They were still trying their very best to push him out, but just as Kirishima was unbreakable, he was unmovable.
"I said, unhand me." A high-pitched ringing filled the air as emerald electricity crackled around the android.
All the men jumped back, on the defense, anticipating a vicious attack. Even Bakugo was in a battle stance. He couldn't help it, it was just out of reflex. He regretted it instantly as his entire body throbbed so hard he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.
The android made no further move once both men had backed off him.
"I am custom tailored to my owner, Katsuki Bakugo. I will not adhere to any demands to leave him. I will not leave until he is entirely healed. The next forceful removal attempt will be met with consequences. I suggest you do not test me." The crackling ceased. Midoriya then smiled.
"Will you be staying for lunch? I can cut the cake. I can also cook anything you like. Although, there's not many groceries here at my disposal. So, I'm quite limited."
Great. He's got a psycho robot who won't leave his side. What more could a man possibly ask for.
Kaminari and Kirishima watched as Bakugo grabbed the nearest pillow and ripped it in half in a fit of rage. He had been just about to flip the table when Midoriya wrapped his arms around him in a firm hug.
"There, there," he said, patting his head. "It will be alright." The blond tried to break free, but Midoriya held steady until the feral little beast was subdued.
Kaminari and Kirishima glanced at each other, grinning.
"Let's cut the cake, shall we?"