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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:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Bakugou_Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, Bakugou_Katsuki_is_Bad_at_Feelings, bakugou
      katsuki_is_bipolar, Smut, oneshots, Bottom_Midoriya_Izuku, Quirkless
      Midoriya_Izuku
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-23 Updated: 2018-01-24 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6824
****** KatsuDeku OneShots! ******
by Slammy_The_It
Summary
     Here's a collection of one-shots! Originally from my wattpad!
     REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
     Feel free to request literally anything, PM me to ask!
Notes
     Katsuki is a little OOC. Sorry!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** 1! Lemon!(slight BDSM) *****
I rubbed my hand over the slight burn mark, recalling today's events.
"You're a quirkless freak and a faggot!"
After that was the part where he pushed me, shoving a burning hand into my back
and slamming the door only a fraction of a second after I left. I stood there
for at least a solid two minutes, too shocked to do anything but cry silently.
Bitter, salty tears rolled down my cheeks and neck. I had just confessed to
him. My rival, and my major crush. In return of a confession, I got a
disapproving glare and a statement that got to me more than any other set of
words he's said to me.
I was now sitting at my desk at home, crying and spinning in my chair. My eyes
were puffy and I had blown through a box of tissues. I was propelling myself
with my arms and letting my legs dangle and occasionally hit the desk. My ankle
was beginning to become bruised and scraped, but I didn't care anymore. I
continued to spin until my foot got caught on the chair and knocked it down
with me in it. I didn't bother to do anything. I laid there, eventually falling
prey to sleep.
"...u...!.....De.......ku!....Deku!"
A loud voice brought me back to being awake.
"Deku!"
My eyes eventually focused on a face that was all too familiar. The dusty blond
hair, the permanent scowl. But, there was also something different. Were
there... Tears? In his eyes?
When I had completely registered that the person above me was Kacchan, I sat up
and brought my hands up to cover, or I guess protect, my face.
"Oi, Deku! What the hell were you thinking? What the fucking hell were you
thinking?"
At this point, the tears escaped from his eyes and were now crawling down his
face. I put my arms down and looked at his face.
"Why... Why would you try to kill yourself? Why?"
Wait, what?
"I-I think you're mistaken, Kacchan." At this, he wiped away the tears and
puffed out his chest as if he was regaining his manly composure.
"Mistaken? There's blood coming from your head! Your eyes are red and puffy!
What did you do then!?!"
Blood? ...Blood?
I reach my hand up to my head, and when I pulled it away it was covered with
something red and sticky. Now that I think of it, I must have hit my head on
the desk as I was going down, but was such an emotional wreck that I hadn't
noticed.
"Ah... I fell... Uhhh...Out of my chair...."
"You... What?" He was absolutely fuming. He was pissed! "You mean I shed tears
over a punk like you that was clumsy enough to fucking fall out of a swivel
chair?!? Unbelievable!"
"Well..." I started, but there's not much I can say now. "I was just so upset.
I was spinning, and crying uncontrollably. I moved my foot in a way that tipped
the chair so I tipped it over and I hit my head on the desk. I didn't feel it,
I was too upset and didn't care about anything at all. At that moment with you
today, I would have gladly welcomed death. With how embarrassed I was, that
actually sounds like a good idea! You know what?" I stood up, looking down on
him. "I-I don't even know why I bothered confessing!" I sent myself into
another set of waterworks, and I didn't care.
"Deku.... I didn't know how much my words affected you...." Kacchan stood,
avoiding eye contact with me, but even then didn't change his tone much. "I
don't know why but after you left, I couldn't stand what I said." He grabbed my
shoulder with a bruising grip and looked me straight in the eyes. "God damn it
you little shit! I'm not apologizing alright! We're rivals! Got it? And even if
we weren't, I wouldn't! You make me feel... weird...."
I didn't know how to feel, there was a blur of emotions coming at me. I was
confused at why he would actually come to my house, and I was hurt at when he
refused to apologize. But when he said that last sentence, I felt what I would
assume is hope.
"What do you mean, 'weird'?" Even if there's the smallest bit, I'm willing to
cling to it with all I have.
"Uh, well, my heart beats fast, and I get all fidgety...." He said this as he
slightly lightened up his death grip on my shoulder.
"K-Kacchan...." I can't believe it. Does he actually like me too?
"Also about my reaction to your confession, it's just that I've never been
confessed to before. I just didn't know how to act and was letting out my anger
at you."
"So you're apologizing?" I asked.
"Shut up you damn punk! I only meant-" He paused and let go of his grip.
"Yeah... I am. But this is the last time you piece of shit!"
We stood in silence for a minute or so, avoiding any sort of contact. Kacchan's
figure had taken a pensive state and stared at the floor intensely. I heard him
tsk, and growl out some curse words. I looked up at him, just as he did the
most unusual thing. Something that made me freeze with shock. His
lips...they're on mine.
He shoved me back to the bed, and as he sat down he forced me to sit on his lap
and wrap my legs around his waist.
"Kacchan! W-What are you doing? A-ah! Stop!"
I tried to speak out, but his mouth was attacking my neck and his hands were
clutched to my chest. His fingers were digging into my back and his thumbs were
circling my delicate nipples, turning me into a moaning mess.
"Shut up, I'm just taking out my fucking confusion."
Without giving me a chance to respond he bit down on the soft and pale flesh,
and I shrieked out in pain. He licked up the small droplets of the red fluid,
reminding me of my head injury.
"Kacchan... My head!"
He immediately stopped and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Does your head hurt?"
"N-no it's still covered in blood though, it's disgusting...."
He just sighed and used a nearby tissue to wipe up what he could. He pushed me
down onto the bed and pinned me with his legs and arms, kissing me roughly once
again.
"You know," He began to speak, then slowly moved over so his breath tickled my
ear. "You're going to get a lot dirtier in my care tonight."
"Eh?" Kacchan looked me in the eyes as his hands removed my shirt, revealing my
upper body. With a deadly smile, down went my pants, boxers and all. On
instinct, my hands went to cover up my lower regions, but they were just moved
and slammed into the headboard of my bed. With a triumphant smile, he removed
his belt and my hands were immediately secured to the post. He smirked as I
struggled against the restraints, letting out a whistle as he looked up and
down my distressed body.
Without reason, tears sprang from my eyes. They strolled down my cheeks,
dripping onto the sheets.
"Oi... Deku... Chill out. This will only hurt if you panic and tense up." He
brushed the tears away from my cheeks with the back of his hand, with as much
kindness his body can handle without being considered, "a nice person." His
right hand moved down the side of my face, his fingertips brushing over the
length of my lips. He prodded his fingers through my lips, resting the three
digits on my tongue.
"Suck."
His voice was calm but yet forceful as he glared daggers into my eyes. Letting
out a muffled noise of surprise I instantly began twirling my tongue between
his fingers, alternating between sucking his fingertips and bobbing my head on
them. He begins thrusting them into my mouth, increasing in intensity every
second.
"Deku... Yeah, that's it..."
It took me till right now to realize that his other hand had slipped into his
boxers, and was stroking his length up and down as I sucked his fingers. It was
visible to me, fully erect and dripping, definitely putting mine to shame. Yet
he smirked at mine, drinking up the image of me swallowing up his fingers and
painfully hard. He slowly retracted his hand, and with his hand sticky with
pre-cum, he smeared my chest while playing with my nipples. I was free to moan,
and I'm quite ashamed to state that I miss the feeling of being full.
"A-Ah!~!"
A foreign object entered my lower regions, and I couldn't help but let my voice
have its own mind. Panicked moans rolled off my tongue, and Kacchan was going
crazy. He added a second finger and scissored mercilessly.
"Ah, Deku... I can't take it anymore!"
The warmth of his fingers left my body, and he positioned his dripping member
at my entrance. Panic, fear, and anxiety rippled through my body as pain would.
Will this hurt? Will he hurt me intentionally? Do I want this? Without
realizing, I had retracted from his touch, as I did when he would go into a fit
of punches.
"Izuku... I'm not going to hurt you."
At my given name, I looked him dead in the eye. I can't remember any memory of
him being remotely kind, much more using my given name.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm acting on instinct...." At this, I saw what almost looked
like pain in his eyes. He looked down, cupping the side of my cowering face. I
tense up and relax almost as quickly. What's he trying to do? Is he mocking me?
Before I can register any other thought, his tender lips meet my bruised ones.
Tears form at the sides of my eyes, and I proceed to kiss back passionately.
Any tension left dissipates as he places his hand on my waist in a loving grip.
He pulled away, repositioning himself and looked me in the eyes as if to say,
'Are you ready?'
I gave a small nod, and that's all he needed. He pressed in slowly, tightening
his hands on my waist as I whimpered and cried out from the pain. When he was
down to the base, he gave me a quick kiss before resting his forehead against
mine. Kacchan began to move at a slow speed, pain and pleasure mixing to the
point where I couldn't tell which was which.
"De...ku!"
His thrusts began to approach a violent speed, biting into my hickey littered
shoulder. Sweet moans began flowing from my mouth and I made no effort to stop
them. I pulled on my restraints as my back arched, releasing a load onto my
stomach. I felt ashamed, that I had came so early, but Kacchan didn't really
seem to care. I shook from the overstimulation, getting a small smirk from him.
As we went on, he slammed into a part that made me scream. He pounded and
pounded into the bundle of nerves, sending me into a moaning mess. He licked my
neck as his thrusts became more sloppy, face dripping with sweat as he puts the
last of his strength into his last few thrusts. Exhaling a long groan he shot
his load in sync with mine tightening his searing hands around my waist. My
shrill moan filled the room, and I shot the last of what I had onto myself.
He pulled out slowly, watching with a smirk as he saw his seed trail down to my
back. He removed his hands from my waist, studying me with an approving stare.
I was ruined. I had dried blood on my head and my mouth dripping with a
concoction of our saliva. From my chest to shoulders was a mess of hickeys and
angry red bite marks. On my waist were two handprints alike to the one on my
back seared into my skin, making me grit my teeth. Despite the pain, I was
writhing with leftover pleasure.
He smirked and untied my hands, then pulled me forward to sit in his lap. His
warm embrace made my eyes droopy, making me fight myself to stay awake.
"I guess being in a relationship with you wouldn't be so bad," he started,
"even though you're a quirkless nerd."
I blocked out those last few words, repeating the first part through my head
again and again as I fell asleep in the arms of the person I loved most.
 
-Extra-
"I'll never be able to look at my mom the same way again..."
They were sitting and facing opposite directions on the green haired boy's bed.
The blonde was blushing and staring intently at the wall as if the All Might
merchandise had all the sudden became really interesting. The other had his
head in his hands, recalling last night's events.
"She probably didn't hear us-"
"I was screaming!" Midoriya stood, walking to his dresser, throwing on a new
set of clothes.
"Well, her only option's to deal with it!" Katsuki stood, pulling on a
triumphant stance. "It's sure as hell not the last time!"
"...come over here so can strangle you right now..."
 
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Hello readers, here's the longest chapter I've ever written! To be exact, 2252
words! Thanks for reading!
Ciao!
***** 2! (Some really sexy stuff) *****
-Midoriya P.O.V-
I looked around, confirming once more that there was no one in the vicinity.
The hallways were bland, no living soul around except me.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I closed the door to the classroom and walked over to my classmate's desk.
Todoroki Shouto was someone I lusted over, the one that I wanted more than
anything. I fantasized about him almost unhealthy, and it only made it worse
when I realized that I couldn't have him.
I shakily bent over the desk, unzipping my pants and letting them pool around
my feet. I brought a shaky hand up to my fingers, licking and sucking my
fingers until they were slick. With my other hand, I pulled my boxers until
they fell to join my pants. I shivered when the cool air met my sensitive
areas. I brought the slick hand back to my ass, prodding a finger at the
entrance.
I imagined Todoroki bent over my ear, whispering sweet nothings as he thrust
his fingers into my mouth and brought them back to my rear, entering that first
finger. A mix of a gasp/moan escaped my mouth as the finger slipped past the
ring of muscle, poking around and satisfying my lust.
"Todoroki~!"
I moaned out his name as the second finger joined the first. Tears of lust
rolled out my eyes, and the fingers went faster. As fast as I could manage,
they were pounding into my rear. I continuously cried out his name, rubbing my
erect length. Looking at the tip of the desk I could see a marker. His marker.
I pulled my sticky fingers out, clasping them around his marker. I stuck the
long instrument into my rear, feeling it graze against my prostate. I cried
out, thrusting it back in. I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach, and it
got tighter and tighter the faster I thruster his marker in and out. His name
rolled off my lips nonstop. The knot snapped with one final thrust, and with a
lewd cry, I came onto his desk.
I slowed my breathing, struggling to keep standing. I brought out the marker
and listened to it leave my warmth with a wet sound, and wiped it with an
antibacterial wipe from my bag and returned it to the desk. I threw the wipe in
my bag but stopped every movement when I heard a snicker from the back of the
room. I froze, fear flowing through every bit of my being.
"Quite the show, Deku!" He walked over, snapping a picture of my still exposed
and dripping privates.
I reached down to grab my pants, but his foot stomped them into the ground.
"K-Kacchan! Stop!" I pulled at the fabric, desperate to cover my self. My
dripping ass was fully exposed to him, and he made no hesitation in obtaining
more photos.
"Hey, Deku~..." He snaked a hand around my stomach, sliding it up to my chest
and pressing my back to his front side. His breath tickled my ear and I
struggled to free myself from his grip. He pressed his phone to my ear, and
what I heard made all my blood run cold. It was me, moaning and crying out
Todoroki's name. He moved it the front of my face to show a video of me
thrusting a marker into my ass, moaning over my classmate's desk.
"Delete it! Please!" I reached for the phone, but it was pulled out of my reach
and returned to his pocket. I pled profusely, but only got a sneer and dubious
snicker in return. His fingers reached my nipples, and they began to pull and
pinch the soft flesh. I held back moans as he continued.
"Show me a good time, whenever I want it and I'll consider it." He whispered
into my ear with such venom that I felt my knees quiver. "Or I'll show him, and
the entire class." I went still. He knew what answer I'd pick, for he had
already unzipped his pants and started rubbing his length into my thighs. I let
out a shaky nod, and he grinned. He drug his tongue up my neck, biting it
softly. I let out a shriek as my arms failed me, sending my upper body into the
desk, smearing my cum onto the front of my uniform.
"Spread those legs for me."
Hesitantly, I moved my legs enough for him to move in, his skin brushing
against my dripping hole.
"That's it, good boy~."
He was asking me to do everything instead of doing it himself because he
enjoyed reminding me that I really had no choice. It made tears roll down my
cheeks as he pressed at my entrance, slowly letting his member be sheathed in
my warmth. I cried out in pain as he stretched me to my fullest. His length was
nothing compared to my fingers or the marker. A hand went up to tangle itself
in my hair as he began to thrust in and out. He seemed almost kind, starting
out at a soft and slow intensity, working his way up to a merciless speed.
Sweet moans began rolling off my tongue. His grip tightened on my hair and he
pulled me back so he was sitting in the chair, and I was on his lap and facing
away. His hands gripped the base of my thighs, and I let my pants and boxers
slide off my feet. My legs were spread wide, and I was leaning back into his
chest and torso.
Bringing his phone up from his pocket, he used his other hand to stroke my
member. I leaned my head back and moaned softly as he brought up the intensity.
He snapped a picture of my abused cock and set the phone aside to the adjacent
desk. He brought my hips up as he began to penetrate me once more, but this
time he slammed in straight to the hilt. A scream of pleasure left my lips as
my body moved up and down on his length, getting closer to my end. He moved
with such brutality that I felt my legs begin to go numb. My hips were in the
pattern of running up and being almost parallel to the ceiling to being slammed
down again.
With a powerful thrust, his tip made direct contact with my prostate. I
screamed in pleasure, and Kacchan responded with even more powerful thrusts
straight to my core. My moans bordered screams as he brought us down to the
floor and pounded into my prostate from there. Slamming and pounding me into
the ground, he sent one last final thrust and shot his load deep within me with
a long groan. I sent my seed straight onto my uniform, pleasure rippling
throughout my body in long waves.
Kacchan gave a few soft thrusts, grinning as he watched me writhe in
overstimulation. I convulsed from his actions, and he lifted me up with a
sadistic grin to the point where I was sitting on his lap.
"That was pretty great, Deku." His voice tickled my ear and stroked a hand down
my waist. "Think of all the great times we're going to have together." He
grinned and lifted me up, resting me on the desk. As he pulled out, his member
was followed with his load. He watched with satisfaction as a mix of his mess
and a small amount of blood trickled out onto the desk. He walked to the front
of the desk, pressing his member into my lips.
"Clean me up, would you?"
He smiled and pushed it deeper, watching it slip past my lips. He thrust it
softly into my moist cavern, grabbing fistfuls of my green hair. Phrases like,
"That's it," and "Good boy" began pouring out of his mouth along with groans
and grunts. Without warning, he pulled out and sent his load onto my face with
a smirk. He stroked it a few times to empty it out the best he could.
And just like that, he pulled up his pants and grabbed his phone, leaving the
room. Tears rolled down my face, joining the cum splattered about. I can't say
he raped me, I was craving more from the beginning, and am looking forward to
more in the future. The only thing I didn't like was that it was him. If it had
been Todoroki, I would have had a more gentile first time, but instead, it was
Kacchan who had treated me... differently. His thrusts were violent, but they
weren't meant to be rough in a painful way. He knew how rough to be, where to
hold, when to speed up or slow down. He was rough in a way that made me go
crazy with pleasure.
Thinking this over, I figured that Kacchan is kinder than how I make him out to
be. If to further prove my point the door slid open, and in came said person
with moist paper towels and a few soft drinks.
He set down his stuff, moving to my face to wipe everything off. When it was
clean, he went around my body to clean it up. I shivered when he stuck a finger
into my ass to scrape out any leftover seed. The warmth of his finger left soon
after, and he wiped me down with the towel. He moved on to wiping the desk and
floor. His aura seemed calm, which honestly scared me more than anything.
"Here..." Kacchan handed me a can, opening his own soon after.
"T-thanks!" With shaky hands, I took the beverage. We sat in deafening silence.
When he finished his drink, he stood and headed towards the door. Opening the
door, he turned his head back to look at me. He had that vicious look in his
eyes, as if he hadn't had that break in mood moments ago. He resumed his state
of Alpha male mentality, and his next words sent shivers down my spine.
"My house. Now."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     This one isn't the best, but here it is anyways!
Katsuki's P.O.V~
I watched the green haired boy as he frantically signed at the teacher, his
hands fluttering in a language that I couldn't understand.
"It's alright, Midoriya-kun. We'll find your notebook soon!" The teacher
smiled, giving the green haired boy a pat on the shoulder before walking off.
The student appeared distressed and walked passed me. Without thinking, I had
reached out my hand and clutched his elbow. He looked back with a face crossed
between fear and confusion, flinching at my touch. I'm not the kindest person
around but I feel I should at least do something hero-like, well, to get credit
from the teachers of course.
"Hey, I've got some free time. I'll help you." I managed the nicest tone and
smile I could, but it mostly came out as a mumble and sneer. He returned with a
series of hand movements, looking at me with panic. I didn't need to know sign
language to tell he really didn't want my help. "Too bad loser, I'm helping you
anyway!"
The boy was shaking as we walked to his first class to retrace his steps
through the day. I began to be lost in thought, aimlessly glaring around. It
would be fun to see his reaction if I were to just ditch him. Maybe I should?
Nothing good will come of helping out this dumbass.
As hard as I try to say something or just walk away, my body refuses to do
anything. Let me leave!
"Fuck off!" I shout this on accident, and it happened to be just at the time
when he pulled on my sleeve. He stepped back abruptly. His jaw quivered as he
ran away, turning the corner and left my sight. That bastard probably thought I
meant it towards him! A primal growl ripped through my throat as I followed the
boy's steps. I took a left where he did, but after now I'm completely lost. I
turned through hallways, looking for signs of that little shit. I look through
the last hallway, seeing nothing pointing to his whereabouts.
I walk to the main entrance feeling that if I can't find him there's a good
reason. A long sigh drags out of my mouth as I open up my shoe cubby. The green
haired boy continues to occupy my thoughts as I withdraw the shoes from the
miniature locker, and I feel something I guess others would call, "regret."
Surely it was rude to just leave him, but it was fun to see his face as he
turned to run away. A sneer spread across my face but disappeared as I looked
down the aisle to see a locker hanging open.
My curiosity got the best of me as I peered into a cubby with the label,
"Midoriya Izuku." There was an annoying red boot, and a school shoe. Now that I
recall it, the teacher called him Midoriya! Anyone in their right mind wouldn't
just run out of school with one of each shoe, and leaving his locker open at
that. I've checked everywhere in the school and coming across no evidence as to
where he could be. I walk back into the hallways, stopping when something
clicked in my mind. The roof.
My feet moved faster than I could ever recall them doing so in my life. Why am
I even doing this? What do I care?
"DAMN IT!"
I scream as I slam the door to the roof, squinting my eyes as I'm blinded by
the light of the sun. Sure enough, Midoriya was there, and he wasn't alone.
Three boys sat around him, another one standing and repeatedly kicking
Midoriya. The boys on the ground were punching him, and touching him. When they
noticed me, they just smiled at me as if nothing wrong was going on.
"Hey there Katsuki! Look at this nice meat!" The eldest boy smiled and stroked
a hand down Midoriya's waist with a little too much friendliness. Midoriya
locked eyes with me, his face one of immense pleading. Tears were pouring down
his face, mouthing "Help me!" Over and over again.
"Join us Katsuki!" Added another, "It'll be fun~." Chimed the one standing.
I walked forwards, with complete rage boiling inside of me. "Sure I'll help!" I
spit these words out with as much venom as I could gather, standing almost nose
to nose with the one kicking Midoriya. "I'll help him." With this, I swung my
right hand out at his face with fire laced between my fingers. My hand made
contact with the side of his face. His eyes rolled into the back of head as he
crumpled to the ground and sent the others into a panic. The three surrounded
me as I stood over Midoriya, growling like a feral wolf would protecting
another in its pack. I raised my fists as I summoned fire around my hands. One
boy's hands grew, another had disappeared. The last one just stood there, as if
he would just let the others fight for him. I just tsked, blasting fire out at
the offenders. As fast as it had started, it ended. The offenders ran, almost
tripping down the stairs as they tried to escape through the slim stairwell and
dragged the body of their fallen comrade. The door slammed shut, and it went
silent as if nothing had ever happened. Midoriya was crying, clutching a
tattered notebook to his chest. His uniform was dirtied, unbuttoned, ruined. I
sat next to the boy, sitting him up to lean against my chest as he cried. He
shivered and withdrew from my touch, but I held him closer.
"I'm not like those shits," I started, trying to form my words into a soothing
manner. (Coming from my mouth was way to difficult even think about.) "they'll
stay away when they see me with you." The boy melted into my embrace. His
breathing got louder, his crying harder as he pressed further into me. It was
strange to feel him cry. There was no sound but his breathing, and his body
shook as he continued to cry. I ran a hand through his hair, holding him
closer.
"Hey, you-" I cut myself off before I could swear. " I um... When I shouted
before, I wasn't addressing you, I was mad at something else." At the end I
managed to choke out something that sounded like the word "sorry" which I can't
remember the last time I genuinely meant it. "I didn't mean for this to
happen."
I looked away, ashamed. If I had contained myself, this would never have
happened. I began to beat myself up mentally, but was snapped out of my
thoughts when he pushed a notebook in my face.
"It's alright, you didn't know." It read. "Thank you though, for coming to my
aid, I'm more glad than anything else that you saved me. I know you'll be the
number one hero some day!"
I smiled an actual smile. This loser.... I don't know how to feel about him. I
just patted his head and gave him my thanks. I eyed him up, cringing at his
cuts and bruises. How could he be smiling? Who is this kid?
"Are you alright?" I gestured to his cuts and bruises. He nodded, and stood up
shakily. I stood up alongside him. He smiled and took a few steps before he
fell to the ground in pain.
"Dumbass!" I kneeled down next to him on the cold stone floor, motioning to my
back. His skinny arms wrapped up around my neck I stood. I grabbed his legs and
began to walk down the stairs that led to the third floor hallway.
"Hey, let's go to my house, I'll get you treated and cleaned up so that your
mom doesn't freak out or anything-" I paused, thinking how he could've taken
this statement as an innuendo to something else. " Eh! I mean not like that, to
make you feel uh better.... That didn't help." I went on in silence as we
started our way to my home.
***** Ride of Your Life (Lemon) *****
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((Katsuki P.O.V))
It all started when the boys of class A got the best fap material they could
ever ask for. If it hadn't been for little Mineta, they'd have all missed out
on the juiciest rear a girl could have. In the wall, a small peephole had been
carved out leading straight from the boys' to the girls' showers, a heroic act
of a previous class. For the bunch of boys left in the locker room, they were
huddled around Mineta's phone. His camera was viewing the scene through the
peephole and making it so everyone could see the show at once. Multiple had
their hand in their pants, refusing to miss out on getting off by this. As for
me, I stood off to the side. I wasn't really into spying on a poor girl's
privacy.
"Ah!~" Mineta cheered in excitement. "She dropped her washcloth! Let's see who
our little cutie is!" Everyone went silent with anticipation, and I heard some
placing bets on it being Uraraka or Tsu. In curiosity, I peeked over Mineta to
see who was causing this craze, and to my amusement, the bubble butt's owner
was none other than the nerd. The boys fled in horror, realizing they had just
fapped to a fellow man.
"That's what you get," I smirked and locked my locker. Although, I am quite
curious to know exactly why shitty Deku is showering in the girls' locker room.
There's nothing wrong with ours, at least I don't think so that is. The worst
I've found is a huge wad of chewed gum on the bench but that's it.
I am ready to head out, but the shitty haired Kirishima exits the locker row
behind mine.
"Hey, Katsuki!" He smiles and slaps a hand down on my back. "I'm guessing you
weren't part of that crowd just now, but you really missed out! I don't care if
it was Midoriya but damn!" He draws out a long whistle, a cat call in better
terms. "Did you know he had such a fine ass?"
"Are you kidding me?" I whipped my head at him so hard I almost saw stars.
"There's no way that nerd has a fine anything!" Kirishima chuckled, beginning
to walk away.
"You know you like it!" He closed the door behind him, leaving my sight. I
sneered, picking up my backpack and exiting the row. Deku, having anything
good? There's nothing interesting about him! Out of curiosity, I take a peek
through the hole. The nerd is drying himself off, but the towel will slip every
once in a while.
I back away when he's no longer in sight and I book it out the door. His naked
image is burned into mind for the rest of the day, tormenting me, not letting
me get a moment of peace.
The next day I figured I had enough. Today couldn't have been more perfect! All
Might had asked Deku to run an unconscious Mineta to the Nurse's office, so by
the time he got back all the boys had left the locker room. I watched through
the hole as he got undressed, soaking in every moment. Once the shower was on I
made a move to the girls' locker room. Quietly opening and closing the door, I
made it in unnoticed. I stripped all of my clothes and snuck into the shower
behind the unaware Deku. I watched as he soaked in the water, blissfully
letting the water roll down his body. I wanted to stand there forever. I wanted
to continue to watch him bask in the shower after our intense training session,
but my hands thought otherwise.
Out they reached, my fingers sinking right into that taunting ass of his.
"Ahhhh!!" Deku dropped the washcloth to the floor and turning to look me in the
eye. "Kacchan!" I continued to grope him as I pinned him against the wall.
"Has anyone ever told you how delicious that ass of yours is?" I sneered and
licked his ear, listening to the melody of his sweet moans.
"S-stop Kacchan!~!" His knees grew weak as a hand of mine snaked around his
waist to pleasure his length. The warm water cascaded down my back as I
continued to play with Deku, watching as his body began to crave me. His length
began to leak pre-cum, and that sweet butt of his was pressing against my hand.
With a smirk, I sat back the bench. "Deku~... kneel here." I pointed to the
floor in front of myself and grinned as he basically dropped. He looked up to
me as I scooted closer to the edge. I reached my fingers out to his delicate
lips, resting one on the bottom one. I prodded it inside, slowly thrusting it
in and out. His expression was one of shock at first, but he melted into it as
I added a second. I pressed his tongue while I thrust into his mouth. I started
going farther and farther, seeing how far I could explore his cavern. When he
began to gag I brought my fingers out of his mouth.
"Come, lie on your stomach here~." I pointed to the bench, and he quickly
complied. Out he stretched, his angelic body displayed to me. I'm blessed!
I brought up a hand to squeeze a plump cheek while the one with my slick
fingers began to dance around his entrance. He whined as I pressed a fingertip
into his puckered hole, and I smiled as it sucked it right in. Deku released a
cry of pleasure as I began to play around, eventually adding a second. I was
merciless as I scissored him, listening to his cries of pleasure. I positioned
myself so my face was breathing on his neck.
He jolted as I hit his prostate, sinking my fingers as deep as they could
reach.
"Kacchan~!"
Deku's hips jolted as his twitching member released onto the bench, and I
removed my fingers from him. My breath tickled his neck, and I let my tongue
roll over his warm skin.
His body shivered from overstimulation as I sucked on his neck. I leave a few
love bites, letting my teeth lightly brush his skin. When I'm done I lift him
up to my lap, making his legs wrap around my waist. My thumbs rub his sensitive
nipples, eliciting soft moans.
"So," I begin talking after having no words exchanged. "Why are you here?"
"I could be asking you the sa-" He lets out a slight squeal as I give a tough
pinch to his nipples. "W-well I feel embarrassed showering, so the girls let me
use this shower when they're all done so no one can see me..."
Ah, so pure.
"Well, that's understandable. Did you know you have such a sexy ass?" I dig my
fingers into his soft rear, earning a sharp moan. "Sensitive are we?" I smirk
and grope him, slowly lifting him up. "Deku, let's have some fun~."
"K-Kacchan? Wha-?" I cut him off as I position my member right below his
entrance. I rub the tip around the rim before applying pressure to the hole.
"Get ready for the ride of your life Deku~!"
My voice drags out as my length is slowly swallowed by his warmth. He's moaning
my name, fingers gripping my moist hair.
"Ready?"
He gives a small nod, and I smirk as I lift his body up and down, starting at
an agonizingly slow pace. His moans are soft and his face is angelic despite
being so lewd as well. I pick up the pace, tears of lust are streaming down his
face as I begin to thrust harder. I smirk as I dig my fingers into his ass and
start to go as fast as I can. Due to the sudden change in intensity, Deku lets
out a half scream -half moan as I fuck him with all I've got. His eyes are wide
as he clenches tightly around me, moaning my name relentlessly.
As if a switch was pressed somewhere inside of me, I turn almost animalistic. I
push him onto the bench, ramming into him as I please. His moans are bordering
screams as I continue to thrust into his prostate over and over again with no
mercy whatsoever.
"I'm c-close Deku..." I grunt this as I grab his waist and give my thrusts all
I've got. In only a moment, I'm releasing inside as I stimulate his prostate.
He moans as he releases over himself, violently shaking from the pleasure.
With a sigh, I pull out and watch as my seed trickles out of his tight hole.
Deku's recovering on the bench, his breaths coming back to normal. I stand and
dry myself off as I exit the shower, watching him follow. It's obvious he's
having a hard time due to my actions, but even if that's bad it seems his mind
is still in a state of bliss.
Fully clothed, I approach him and give him a passionate kiss.
"Tomorrow?" I smirk. He nods. "Alright, I'll be looking forward to it~." With
one last kiss, I exit the girls' locker room.
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