Author: Maxine Pairings: DekuBakuKami Rating: Explicit Chapters: 2/3 Notes: I decided to write more lol. Summary: Bakugou's only in this disaster of a situation because Kaminari doesn’t know how to keep his goddamn mouth shut. In which Kaminari asks a question and Bakugou somehow ends up with Midoriya's head between his legs. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 2 “There we go!” Kaminari beams, clapping a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “Okay, so we’re all good now? Izuku?” He glances over at the other boy again, who peeks up through his fingers. “You good?” “…Mmhmm.” Deku nods, moving his hands away from his face to curl behind the back of his neck instead. He’s all flushed for some reason, his eyes darting around the room. Katsuki snorts, because Deku being a twitchy, blushing nerd somehow grounds him a bit. “Now you’re all fucking bashful? Where the hell was all this last time?” “Last time I assumed it was probably a one-time thing,” Deku says, voice somewhat faint. Disbelieving. Katsuki arches his eyebrows and the color in Deku’s cheeks deepens. Kaminari snickers, which makes Deku pout at him briefly before he chuckles in a self-deprecating way. “Stooop,” he whines, eyes going skyward as he fans at his face. “You’re such an asshole, Denki – it’s just a lot, okay?” “But we, like…we talked about this,” Kaminari says, still laughing. “I know,” Deku says around a groan. “It didn’t feel real.” “Talked about what?” Katsuki asks. “Bringing you into our thing,” Kaminari replies, and Katsuki’s brows draw down because he’s pretty sure that had been an accident. Sort of. Right? Continue reading at AO3.

Author: Maxine Pairings: DekuBakuKami Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,700 Summary: Bakugou's only in this disaster of a situation because Kaminari doesn’t know how to keep his goddamn mouth shut. In which Kaminari asks a question and Bakugou somehow ends up with Midoriya's head between his legs. ~~~~~ Katsuki has never thought about Deku and sex in the same sentence before in his entire fucking life, probably, and the fact that it’s being forced on him now is absolutely unacceptable. He doesn’t want to know why Deku knows that. He actually can’t fathom a world where Deku does, like, sex shit. Even though it’s totally normal, he knows that. Katsuki never gets too caught up in it himself, he only bothers getting himself off every so often, but he knows that he’s probably the outlier there. Regardless, despite wanting to disappear into the couch cushions, and also despite wanting to never ever ever have to acknowledge that Deku actually knows about this kind of stuff, the belligerent, combative asshole inside of him that still occasionally rises up to throw down with Deku decides to rear its head at that moment, and the next thing he knows he’s blurting out: “Just because you’ve seen it in shitty porn doesn’t mean it’s real, dumbass.” He can see Deku roll his eyes from where he’s sitting, but the bastard doesn’t turn to look at him. “It’s not just from porn,” he mumbles. “So you’ve managed to get it to happen, too?” Sero asks, and Deku sighs, glancing across at him. “No,” he says. His eyes flick to Kaminari briefly, so briefly, but Katsuki still catches it. Then he’s shrugging at Sero again. “But I know it’s a real thing.” Kaminari’s grinning at him, but it’s this weird, knowing kind of thing. He’s sitting beside Deku on the floor, elbow propped on the coffee table with his fist sort of blocking his mouth. Like he’s trying to hide whatever his fucking expression is. Katsuki’s eyes narrow. Continue reading at AO3.