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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Grinding, Hand_Jobs, Making_Up, these_boys_finally_starting_to_see_eye_to
      eye, good_lord_Bakugou_needs_a_freaking_hug_in_canon!, light_manga
      spoilers, Pretty_fluffy_all_things_considered
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-01 Words: 3231
****** A Slightly Different Outcome ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     "I win..." Bakugou muttered. "All Might’s power… Even with that
     power, even if you made it your own, you’re still losing to me. Come
     on. Why did you lose?"
     What if Midoriya and Bakugou weren't interrupted immediately after
     their big fight was over? What if it took a bit longer for the
     security robot to spot them, and they had a chance to continue
     sorting things out between them? What if "sorting things out" meant
     "confused emotions make them feel a bit hot and bothered"?
Notes
     I cringed so hard my face caved in when I saw just how many BakuDeku
     fics had the rape warning on them. =C I decided it was annoying
     enough that I had to write my own thing. Besides, their fight scene
     is so rife with opportunity, it baffles me that I have seen MAYBE two
     fics use it!
See the end of the work for more notes
It was a fight that didn’t need to happen.
Things would have been just fine if they had simply sat down and talked
everything out. They needed to get their feelings out in the open; how they
really felt about each other. That’s what needed to happen. But Bakugou
wouldn’t have it. His pride wouldn’t have it. He blamed himself for All Might
losing his quirk. He was furious at Midoriya for always looking down on him.
And he was frustrated with himself for not passing the provisional license
exam. In his mind he had fallen from grace and probably felt he deserved to be
mocked in the way he imagined Midoriya did.
He was wrong, and to prove it Midoriya fought him. Midoriya had to, because
Bakugou wouldn’t have listened to him any other way. Bakugou wouldn’t have
believed a word of it if Midoriya had simply told him, “I don’t look down on
you. Your sheer amazingness at everything you do is so brilliant, it blinds
me.” He wouldn’t have believed it if he had said that more than All Might,
Midoriya felt inspired by him.
The dust settled around them after one final big explosion that sent Midoriya
plummeting to the pavement on his back. Not even a second after, Bakugou was on
top of him, pinning him in every way. A hand on his face, ready to set off
another blast if Midoriya so much as flinched, wrists pinned by the other hand
and a foot, and Bakugou sitting on his hips and thighs. The two panted, their
breaths coming in short and fast. Midoriya might have even coughed a few times,
the wind having been knocked out of him by being thrown to the ground so
forcefully.
“I win…” Bakugou muttered, blood starting to trickle from his nose. It was
hardly the worst injury either of them had sustained, but the sight caused
Midoriya’s stomach to churn.
The two stared at each other for a long moment, Bakugou waiting to see if
Midoriya would try to move and Midoriya waiting to see if Bakugou would cut him
even the slightest amount of slack. He was starting to lose feeling in his
hands, after all. Finally after what could very well have been five minutes,
Bakugou shifted. Exhaustion coupled with the rather uncomfortable position he
was in made him pull his leg back from Midoriya’s wrist. The shorter boy flexed
his fingers gingerly, hoping not to set off his childhood friend, but also
instinctually checking to make sure his hand still functioned as it should.
The blond released a shaky breath. “All Might’s power… Even with that power,
even if you made it your own, you’re still losing to me.” Midoriya heard him
laugh weakly. He didn’t know what Bakugou was laughing about, and that alone
tugged at his heartstrings. He really did have a lot of emotional baggage in
need of dumping out if he was laughing like that in a situation like this. When
he spoke again, his voice was so quiet that Midoriya barely understood him.
“Come on. Why did you lose?”
Green eyes stared up at red. He didn’t know how to answer such a question. He
wantedto know, but he was certain that even if he wasn’t physically and
emotionally rattled he wouldn’t know what to say. He did know, however, that he
wanted to let Bakugou know that his victory was his and not something Midoriya
had simply allowed him. He wanted to tell the blond that he should be more
open. That he wanted to be there to help Bakugou; not because he looked down on
him or thought him incapable of helping himself, but because he cared about
him. Midoriya cared about him more than knew the words to say it.
So he tried letting his actions speak for him.
His fingertips were still tingling as Midoriya raised his free hand and wrapped
his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. He applied just the slightest amount of
pressure, trying to tug Bakugou closer. He was startled by how easily the blond
let himself be pulled down, allowing his forehead to come to a rest against the
crook of Midoriya’s neck. Hesitantly, Midoriya began to stroke his back in a
manner he hoped was soothing. He could feel Bakugou shudder on top of him and
his breathing falter. He could feel moisture on his neck, although to be fair
he wasn’t certain if it had come from Bakugou’s eyes or if it was blood from
his nose.
“Kacchan…” Midoriya spoke quietly, ever nervous that the mood he was trying to
create would be ruined and that the boy in question would fly off the handle
again. “I didn’t lose because I wasn’t fighting you with everything I have.” He
brought his hand up to Bakugou’s hair and ran his fingers through the naturally
spikey locks. Bakugou raised his head just enough to look Midoriya in the eyes,
and the shorter boy couldn’t help but crack a smile when he saw how shiny and
moist his eyes were. “I lost…because you are still so much better than me.”
What happened next was the result of a mixture of many things. That they were
finally talking to each other, being honest with each other, something they had
never done but needed to do for over ten years and both of them were frankly at
their emotional limit. The rare sight of Bakugou showing his weak side kicking
Midoriya’s protective instincts to the max. The desire to prove to the volatile
boy that he really did care about him deeply; that how much he cared was one of
two things about himself that never wavered, right next to his desire to be a
hero. Perhaps even a little bit of pure instinct, what with Bakugou sitting on
top of him still.
Midoriya gave Bakugou’s hair the lightest of tugs, and without the need for
words the blond understood exactly what it was the shorter boy was trying to
do. And he complied. He leaned down, both red and green eyes slipped closed,
and their lips met. It was soft, simple. A cautious touch as both felt like
they were in a bit of a daze. The feeling set butterflies free in Midoriya’s
stomach. He didn’t know which of them pressed harder against the other, but he
was certain it was something they mutually desired.
At last Bakugou released Midoriya’s other wrist. He brought his hand up to the
shorter boy’s cheek and stroked it softly, showing just how uncertain he was
about what he should be doing. Midoriya couldn’t help but giggle against the
blond’s lips as he flexed his numb fingertips before draping the arm around
Bakugou’s back.
“The fuck are you giggling about?” Bakugou grumbled, their mouths barely a
centimeter apart.
“You’ve kissed me twice, and you’re wondering why I’m giggling?” Midoriya
asked, a bright, cheerful grin splitting across his face.
“Fucking nerd. I didn’t kiss you. You kissed me.”
“But you let me. So in a way I’m right.” A bubble of laughter erupted from the
shorter boy, and Bakugou swallowed the sound before it could become a proper
fit of giggles. Midoriya hummed pleasantly and nearly chased the blond’s lips
when he drew away again.
“You’re annoying when you talk. Especially when you start muttering useless
things.”
“If you keep kissing me when I start to babble, I’m only going to do it more.”
Midoriya teased.
“Little shithead.” The blond growled before diving in for another kiss, this
one more forceful than any of their previous.
Midoriya couldn’t argue with that. Even if he wanted to, he found himself
unable to do anything but moan against Bakugou’s lips. The blond swiped his
tongue across Midoriya’s bruised bottom lip and the boy squeaked before parting
them obediently. Bakugou delving into his mouth with his tongue, pressing
against Midoriya’s and tasting all of the shorter boy as he was able to.
Midoriya’s breath hitched and he did everything he could to respond properly.
The hand in Bakugou’s hair clutched tightly, drawing him a fraction closer and
Midoriya was able to shyly push his tongue passed the heat of Bakugou’s and
into his mouth. They continued on this way, never fully breaking away from each
other, only making slight adjustments to see what felt the best.
Their kiss was broken when Midoriya absolutely had to pull back in order to
gasp for breath. The blond didn’t let him relax any, though. He bit lightly at
Midoriya’s abused lips and sucked the bottom one into his mouth. The boy
moaned, tongue unconsciously slipping out to swipe away the traces of saliva on
his top lip, along with a spot of blood that he had not been expecting to be
there. He swallowed thickly, surprised at how okay he was with the coppery
taste.
“Kinky little bastard…” he heard Bakugou mutter.
“What are you…?” Midoriya asked weakly.
The blond snickered and stared him in the eyes again. “I felt that.”
Midoriya didn’t know why he was, but he could tell he was blushing. “Felt?”
“Don’t play dumb! I’m practically sitting on it. You’ve been getting hard this
whole time, and you fucking twitched when you licked your lips just now!” To
further emphasize his point, Bakugou rolled his hips down onto Midoriya. The
shorter boy gasped sharply at the sudden surge of pleasure that wracked his
body and his face flushed brightly.
“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean, I certainly wasn’t trying to- It’s just
that I’m not thinking straight and you were kissing me and it feels kind of
good to be in this sort of position and I don’t want you to think I’m weird
it’s just a natural reaction and you can hate me for it like you do everything
else I won’t mind I’ll understand IT REALLY ISN’T BECAUSE I WAS MMMPH!?!?!”
Bakugou had rolled his eyes and kissed him with enough ferocity to shove
Midoriya’s head back down onto the pavement beneath them. There was no tongue
involved, but the shorter boy swallowed again and his eyes fluttered closed.
Above him, Bakugou rocked against him again and Midoriya moaned.
“What did I say before about you being annoying when you talk?” He rolled his
hips again. And again. And again. Midoriya began to pant. There was no
mistaking it; Bakugou was definitely doing it on purpose.
“K-Ka…cchan… Why?” he breathed weakly.
“Stupid Deku, you’re not the only one whose body is being an asshole right
now.” The blond muttered.
Midoriya raised his head cautiously and peered down at the thin space between
their bodies. He flushed again as he spotted the obvious hard-on Bakugou was
sporting as he rutted against him. It made him feel somewhat better than he
wasn’t the only one weirdly turned on despite the circumstances, but also
somehow that knowledge turned him on even more. His head tipped back and he
moaned, low and throaty.
“Not going to protest?” Bakugou asked.
The shorter boy shook his head frantically from one side to the other. His
breathing picked up and he was nearly gasping for breath with each roll of
Bakugou’s hips against him. The blond wasn’t fairing too much better, from the
ragged sounds of his own breathing.
Emboldened by the knowledge that Bakugou was just as hard and eager as he was,
Midoriya ran his hand down his back before slipping it beneath the blond’s tank
top and pushing it up, exposing heated skin to the cool night air. Bakugou
shivered under his touch and planted a kiss to Midoriya’s neck. The shorter boy
felt a scraping of teeth against the sensitive skin and a tiny smile tugged at
his lips.
“You can leave a mark, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Another kiss got planted on that spot. “You say that now, but in the morning
you’re going to turn as red as Kirishima’s hair as soon as you or anyone else
sees it.”
“Since when do you care if I get embarrassed?”
“Since it potentially hinders my chances of this becoming more than a one-time
thing.” Bakugou admitted.
Midoriya’s eyes widened and he whispered the other boy’s nickname in disbelief.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want more, oh no, he was delighted at the prospect of
his childhood friend, his childhood crush, wanting something more than the
disjointed “friendship” they had had. Bakugou chose not to respond. Not
verbally, anyway.
He leaned up, far enough that Midoriya shuddered at the loss of body heat and
immediately wanted it all back. He didn’t need to ask what Bakugou was doing,
that became apparent right away. The blond shifted enough that he could tug
down the waistband of his pants and underwear, bringing both down around his
thighs and freeing his dripping cock. Midoriya’s first reaction was to glance
away and blush bright red, but his curiosity and desire to see got the better
of him and he turned back and took a good, long look at the blond’s needy dick.
Bakugou smirked at him and reached for Midoriya’s shorts, tugging them down
with little effort. The shorter boy didn’t realize what he was doing until his
boxers too had been pulled down and his own leaking member was free of its
confines. His ears and neck flushed, too.
“D-don’t look!” he shrieked, pulling his hand away from Bakugou’s back to try
and cover himself.
Bakugou grabbed him by the wrist, though his eyes were on Midoriya’s again.
“Why not? You were staring at mine pretty intently.” He gave him his most
predatory smirk. “And I’ve been grinding on you for the past ten minutes. What
harm is it going to do if I see you now?”
Midoriya avoided eye contact with him for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t
want Bakugou to look. In fact, the thought of the blond seeing him naked and
erect and needy and dripping and wracked with desire turned him on like
nobody’s business. But that didn’t stop him from being just a little self-
conscious about showing a part of himself that was usually kept in his bedroom
late at night with no one but himself to judge him.
“Y-you can look…” Midoriya muttered. “B-but you can’t laugh!”
“I may be an asshole, Deku, but I’m not exactly in a position where I can be
laughing at your dick.” Bakugou pointed out.
“Just promise me you won’t laugh!” Midoriya shouted earnestly.
“Alright, alright! I promise. Just keep it down!”
Slowly, as if Bakugou would suddenly go back on his word, Midoriya removed his
hand from himself and Bakugou’s eyes fell. They drifted across the shorter
boy’s swollen, panting lips, over his flushed neck, down his hard chest, passed
his toned abdomen, and finally settled on his neglected cock. Bakugou’s breath
noticeably faltered and he unconsciously licked his lips. It seemed Midoriya
again wasn’t alone in what he found to be arousing.
Bakugou sat up fully and tugged at Midoriya’s biceps to follow him. The shorter
boy was practically pulled onto Bakugou’s lap and the blond kissed him again.
Midoriya was ready for it and met his lips with his own newfound ferocity,
tongues seeking each other out once more. Midoriya whimpered when he felt a
warm, calloused hand on his cock. Bakugou wasn’t stroking him, not yet, but he
was bringing their members together so that he could take them both in one
hand. Not willing to let him do all the work and wanting to prove that he
really wasn’t so weak, Midoriya wrapped one of his own around both of them, the
blond moaning appreciatively into his mouth.
They started off slow, experimenting with how it felt to have each other in
hand. The hand that refused to leave Bakugou’s hair clutched tighter, and the
blond made a mental note to tell Midoriya some time that he didn’t mind having
his hair pulled. They parted for breath again, and this time it was Midoriya
that continued to do things while the other gasped for air. His tongue found
the shell of Bakugou’s ear and the blond shivered violently, his grip on their
cocks tightening and picking up the pace. Midoriya matched it and sucked on his
earlobe, earning a ragged moan from Bakugou.
“I could’ve sworn you were a virgin.” The blond groaned. “The fuck’ve you been
fucking?”
“I am a virgin.” Midoriya admitted in a whisper against his ear. “Aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. You think I’d let just anybody fuck with me?”
Midoriya giggled and kissed his cheek. “Then why are you asking me if I am?”
“Stop giggling!” he hissed. “Because everything you do feels amazing.” Bakugou
growled out. The rumbling of his chest as he spoke shook Midoriya to his core
and the shorter boy had to cling tightly to him so as not to lose himself then
and there. It was Midoriya’s turn to pick up their pace on their dicks, which
was now frantic. “Although it wouldn’t surprise me if a deku like you were a
closet pervert who watched a fuckton of gay porn.”
“Like you haven’t jerked off to your fair share of dicks!” Midoriya couldn’t
help but giggle.
“I swear to God, if you giggle one more time-”
It was Midoriya’s turn to cut him off with a kiss, and Bakugou practically
melted into it with a groan. A few more strokes was all it took for the blond
to cum, his seed spilling between them on a hitched breath. Midoriya left his
lips and Bakugou gasped harshly, gulping back air like he had nearly drowned.
His hand on Midoriya had stilled only for half a second, and when it moved
again it was even more frantic than before. Midoriya bit his lip, certain that
even without Bakugou marking him he would still be sporting proof of what they
had done the next morning. He came with a whimper and another light tug to the
blond’s hair.
They both sat there for several minutes, reclaiming their breaths and calming
down from their highs. Midoriya got off of Bakugou’s lap and he wiped the
evidence with the underside of his shirt before pulling his shorts back up.
Bakugou followed suit. When Midoriya looked up at him again, he was surprised
to find a single tear spilling over his cheek. The shorter boy whispered his
nickname again before cupping his cheeks in his hands and rising on his toes in
order to kiss him.
Things were…still not great between them, all things considered. It was going
to take more than one fight and emotionally-charged fucking to fix what had
been broken for ten years. But progress had been made that night, however
small, and there was a mutual understanding between them that they both wanted
things to continue to get better. It was a start, not a dead end.
Both of them were just about thinking that they had gotten away with fighting
out in the open after curfew, but such assumptions were interrupted when one of
the security robots spotted them and made a call to their homeroom teacher. The
boys looked at each other, sighed, and sat down on the ground, resigning
themselves to whatever fate they were going to be given at the hands of a
pissed off and tired Aizawa.
End Notes
     Holy balls this came out way fluffier than I had meant it to. But you
     know...I like it. A lot. I wish I could write fluffier smut without
     trying more often! This also ended up being about twice as long as I
     expected BECAUSE of the fluff, but hey, I'm still not complaining.
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