Author's Note:
Oop-
-Sugar
Warning: slight suggestive content; groping; slight language
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The two of you were goofing around at your house, attempting to bake cupcakes. Somehow you managed to get everything covered in a fine layer of flour, only broken up by flecks of batter splattered haphazardly on both of your arms and shirts.
You finally slid the last pan into the oven, setting your timer for when to take them out.
"Wow, (Y/N), those smell amazing," Izuku said, leaning back against the counter and inhaling deeply, a dreamy smile crawling over his lips. He turned to a separate batch that was cooling on the counter, leaning over to inspect them. "These cupcakes look perfect!"
Wound up from the last half hour of joking around and flirting, your eyes flicked down to his pants. Damn, he was fine, and you smirked at the idea of letting him know it.
"There are some other perfect cakes I'm thinking about," you said, sidling up next to him with a flirtatious glint in your eyes.
"Huh?" Izuku asked, not catching on.
In a sudden spike of adrenaline, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and landed a good smack over his behind. It was in no way harsh, but you had purposely cupped your hand so it would make the most satisfyingly loud noise possible.
The green-haired boy suddenly straightened in surprise, his eyes growing wide with shock. He finally roved his gaze back toward you, green irises meeting yours. His face went completely red, complimenting his high tops well, as the realization of what you'd done sank over the both of you.
He swallowed, trying to process your advance. "You—y-y-you, um—just—"
Your face heated with a blush of your own, and you had to fight to keep yourself from panicking. "I-I'm sorry!" you finally said, attempting to hide your burning face in your hands. "I went too far—"
"No."
You peeked out at your boyfriend from between your fingers, not sure if you'd heard him correctly. "What?"
His blush deepened even further, averting his eyes from yours. "Would it be weird if I kinda wanted you to . . . do it again?"
You finally lowered your hands from your face, and Deku suddenly snorted with laughter, clapping a hand over his mouth.
"What?" you asked again, still trying to get over your embarrassment from before.
"You've got a little—there's ah,—" he stopped, bursting out into full-on giggles now.
You frowned, bending towards him in hopes to gain his attention. "What is it?" you asked, still oblivious to why Izuku was cracking up.
"Your hands," he finally said. "They had flour on them. And now it's all over your face!"
You reached two fingers up and experimentally dragged them over your cheek, finding that he was, in fact, correct. A slightly grainy film was dusted upon you, and you must have looked like an idiot.
You burst out laughing too, your face still warmed with mirth blended with leftover embarrassment.
A thought made you choke, pausing in your moment of joy. "Hold up," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Turn around."
Deku lifted a green brow at you, suspicious, but finally complied.
A completely new wave of laughter crashed over you, your legs almost weak with how much of it you were experiencing.
"What?" Izuku asked, trying to turn his head so he could see you.
A white handprint laid solidly on his posterior, vividly contrasting his dark wash jeans.
"Um," you said, trying to catch your breath, "I think I'm going to have to clean you up before you go home, because there's evidence that my hand was on your ass."
"Oh, crap, really?" Izuku blushed again, but he still kept himself positioned so you had a nice view of it.
You whipped out your phone and took a picture of the offending print, showing your accidental art to Izuku. He laughed and grabbed your phone, going to your messaging app so he could send it to himself.
You bent over and started brushing him off, watching as the flour only lightened and smeared around more. At least now you might be able to say he had just backed up into a flour-covered counter, but it also kinda looked like you'd went crazy on him. Maybe that was just your mind leaping into a gutter at the context of the situation.
You also couldn't help but notice that he'd changed his breathing as you ran your hands over him, even though your motions had no double meaning behind them. You experimentally poked a finger at his cheek, watching as it slightly sunk in before stopping at hard muscle. You glanced up for a response, noticing how his face had stilled and he subtly rocked back towards you.
"Not gonna lie," you murmured just loud enough for him to hear, glancing back down, "you really do have a nice mass up in here."
Izuku locked your phone and set it on the counter beside him, keeping his eyes on you. "You . . . like it?"
You blushed and nodded, giving him a gentle squeeze.
He gulped, unsure of what to say. "I'm . . . glad you do."
Both of you resembled tomatoes while you stood there in silence, him letting you softly grope him in a slight daze. It wasn't as though you'd never wanted to do this before, it was just that it was never at a good time. And besides, the two of you were quite shy when it came to public affection in your relationship, opting for long hugs and brief, sweet kisses in the comfort of being together behind a closed door. But now you finally had the chance to live out your fantasy, your mind focused on his ample hindquarters.
A beeping sound made the both of you jump and you straightened, taking your hands back to your sides. "That would mean the cakes are done!" you said, maybe a little too high pitched. "The cupcakes, that is. You—um . . . hi. Pardon me."
He practically leaped out of the way, letting you get into your kitchen drawer to find your trusty oven mit. You walked back to the oven and pulled out the pan, setting them on a cooling rack on the counter.
"They're done," you ruled after poking them with a toothpick and seeing it come out clean. You moved your hand to hover over the first set, checking their temperature. "These are still too hot to ice yet. We're going to have to wait another five minutes or so."
You suddenly felt a large hand hesitantly press itself against your lower cheek, gently massaging the soft and malleable flesh beneath it. You involuntarily pushed back, savoring the feeling of each finger sink into your plush clothed skin.
"While we wait," Izuku's shaky warm breath tickled the back of your ear as he shuffled closer, "I believe I have a bit of a favor to repay."
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Author's Note:
So I was going to do this with everyone but I didn't feel like it all of a sudden so I just have this. I might do it again later but for now, I don't know.
Sorry for messing up our pure, innocent green bean.
-Sugar