Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7935664. 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: Asphyxiation, Choking, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Violent Sex, sort_of, Shameless_Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Hardcore, well_sort_of, someone_needs_to_stop_kacchan, he's_gonna_go_to_jail Collections: My_Hero_Academia Stats: Published: 2016-09-02 Words: 4700 ****** Not Even That Gentle ****** by InfiniteTeal Summary Choking wasn't Midoriya's thing, but it sure was Bakugou's. And how's Midoriya going to resist when Bakugou is enjoying himself so much? What was supposed to be harmless fun turns out to be another outlet for them to destroy each other. Notes I was going somewhere with this but I went the wrong way lmao. Anyway, here you go ヽ( ・∀・)ノ. They both stood together, a few paces away from each other. For a few minutes, no one said a word. Bakugou had his piercing glare on Midoriya's face, waiting for the revelation of something sweet. And Midoriya, well, he was being a little shy. It should be a little better that they were hiding out in some alleyway so no one would find them. Midoriya had been slightly worried about what could happen since he knows Bakugou is a wild one. Though, Midoriya was the one to agree to it first, and he didn't want to back down, no matter how hard Bakugou was glaring at him. Midoriya had his hands at his pants, the button and zipper undone. He was tempted to push them down to expose himself but he was nervous at what Bakugou might say about it. "I...um..." His fingers were shaking. "I don't have all fucking day, Deku." Bakugou urged. If he so much as took a step forward, he would scare Midoriya away. He's been waiting for this moment ever since he woke up. They even skipped school for this. Midoriya stared down at the ground as he pushed down on his pants, slowly revealing himself to Bakugou who was standing back to watch. There was nothing underneath his pants; his cock sprung up once he got his pants down low enough, between his legs was wet with lube. He touched himself earlier by himself and now he was showing Bakugou. And he didn't even finish. Bakugou had enough to say about that. His wicked laugh came from his lips, making Midoriya blush and look away; he didn't want to be stared at, but this was Bakugou he was dealing with, there was no way he was getting what he wanted today. He could feel Bakugou's eyes on him, watching him closely as he stalked closer. Midoriya swore he wasn't scared, but that's not what it seemed like when he backed himself into the wall. "Scared, Deku?" Bakugou smiled widely as he stopped in front of him. "N-no." Midoriya answered, his voice shaking. He told himself he was going to take whatever happened today. He knew he was strong enough to. "Don't worry." Bakugou said, his fingers trailing up Midoriya's thigh. "It will only hurt a lot." He laughed lowly once his hand got between Midoriya's legs to feel where the lube was dripping from. Midoriya's fingers continued to shake as he held his jacket and shirt up to keep himself exposed. He expected the pain but he wished that Bakugou would try to be a little gentler. That wouldn't happen in this lifetime. He did his best not to shift when Bakugou began rubbing his fingers over his skin. Bakugou didn't waste another second with teasing Midoriya, he wanted to get straight to the point of why they were here this morning. His fingers easily made it inside Midoriya without even a little struggle. The lube made it much easier to fit three fingers, but that was shocking. Already, he could start with three fingers, and that only meant that Midoriya was serious about doing something this morning. "You must've been doing this for a while." Bakugou snickered. "Three fingers, Deku? What were you thinking about?" Midoriya closed his eyes, the blood rushing to his head from embarrassment. He didn't want to admit that he's been at this for a while. He just wanted to be prepared. If he knew Bakugou would say something about it, he wouldn't have been so overzealous. What was he thinking while fingering himself this morning? "K-kacchan..." Midoriya was a little worried that Bakugou might take this too far. After all, his fingers were reaching much deeper than Midoriya's did this morning. Maybe because Bakugou was definitely sure of what he wanted. He knew what he was doing too. Midoriya could tell that much. Midoriya stayed against the wall, his fingers balling up his clothes, trying to hide the shaking that made him look like he was scared. His legs stayed spread enough so Bakugou could move his fingers with ease; his forearm rubbed against Midoriya's twitching cock that was already dripping. Midoriya mashed his lips together, hiding his quiet moans that were about to get too loud. Bakugou would definitely shut him up if that became the case. "Don't start screaming, Deku." Bakugou warned him, his voice low in his ear, almost dark and menacing. Surely, he was threatening Midoriya. Bakugou's fingers were moving faster, the pace of his thrusting enough to make Midoriya's knees shake. He was warned not to start screaming even if it felt unsettlingly good. This was different than this morning, now Midoriya was with someone else, feeling someone else's fingers, instead of his own. That was definitely different. Bakugou wasn't being merciful with the way he fingered Midoriya, but Midoriya didn't mind the roughness. He liked it. He might've been shaking, but that was because of how much he liked it. He did his best to keep quiet though he was already reaching his climax quickly. "Kacchan- I'm going t-t-t-to-" There was a hand that wrapped around his throat, knocking his breath out of him quickly. His eyes opened slowly to look at Bakugou, not even the slightest bit frightened. A chill went up his spine instead as his hips moved forward into the hand between his legs. "Shut up." Bakugou said through his teeth, his fingers tightening over Midoriya's throat. Midoriya couldn't speak, not with the force over his throat; Bakugou's fingers were pressing at the sides of his neck. It hurt to not be able to breathe and he couldn't complain. He couldn't tell Bakugou to stop. What's worse was that he came to the feeling. His cum dripped from his jerking cock, spilling on to Bakugou's arm and wrist. Bakugou wasn't expecting that so early; there was no way he was going to let Midoriya finish so easily like that, he hadn't even had fun yet. "Really?" He laughed darkly. "Do you like being choked that fucking much?" Bakugou asked, smiling widely at Midoriya, seeing his green eyes glaze over as he tried to breathe. Midoriya hated it. Bakugou's fingers didn't stop spreading inside Midoriya; the more his hand tightened around Midoriya's neck, the more he felt like his fingers were being sucked in. Bakugou was practically ready to rip off his pants just to feel what Midoriya would feel like around his cock. Midoriya tried to speak with what little air he had. He barely sputtered Bakugou's name with his weak voice. His hands moved to Bakugou's wrist, gripping tightly to move him, not away but forward so his fingers would reach deeper. His eyes closed before they rolled, and his mouth opened wide, trying to gasp for air. All Bakugou had to do was watch as Midoriya fell victim to the rough fingering that he actually enjoyed so much. "You're so fucking disgusting." Bakugou said but he was smiling still, the stinging words barely making Midoriya embarrassed or ashamed. His fingers were thrusting faster to give Midoriya what he wanted so much. Bakugou was staring at Midoriya's face, his freckled cheeks dark red with tear stains, his mouth open wide as he drooled. If he listened closely, he could hear Midoriya's soft voice and broken breathing. Midoriya couldn't hold himself up anymore on his shaking legs. It was hard to keep himself standing. The only reason he wasn't on the ground was because Bakugou was the one holding him. His thighs quivered, pressing against Bakugou's hands; his trembling fingers scraped Bakugou's forearm before losing their grip. He was lightheaded from the lack of air. He saw the stars in his vision. It was like he was going to pass out. But he felt the pleasure sensation that made his heart beat fast. Mixing that in with being choked was a bad thing for him, he didn't know what he liked and didn't like. All he could say, if he wasn't being suffocated, was that it felt amazing. There was no other way to describe it. He began to slide on the wall once his legs gave out. Bakugou moved down on the ground with him, his fingers still thrusting roughly inside Midoriya without a single care. The fingers around his throat were gripping harder, digging in to his skin and making it so much harder to breathe. Bakugou enjoyed himself while watching Midoriya choke, not even able to moan from being fingered so hard. The smile on his face was cruel but he couldn't help it with the expression on Midoriya's face. Midoriya's cock was jerking again, dripping more cum on Bakugou's skin like the first time didn't happen. The mess this time was getting bigger, but that wasn't the last of it, at least not while Bakugou was in control. Bakugou wouldn't stop till Midoriya was just about to pass out. That's how cruel he was. It turned him on to watch Midoriya struggle so much and like it at the same time. Who knew that Midoriya would be just as freaky as he was? Being choked wasn't his thing, Midoriya had that clear in his mind. He didn't like not being able to see or tell Bakugou that he couldn't breathe. He needed to be in control just as much as Bakugou did. His hands moved quickly to release Bakugou's arm and hit the wall behind him, the concrete shattering at his fists. The strength he had was only getting stronger as he thought he really might get hurt by Bakugou's hands. The feeling in his mind was more intense. And he could still feel Bakugou's fingers inside him, moving so fast to rub at an irregular rhythm. Midoriya couldn't even move his hips to it. It was just helpless shaking and trembling. His hands just broke the wall even more. He had no control even with his quirk. "Come on, Deku." Bakugou cooed evilly. "You fucking want it, don't you?" He asked as he watched Midoriya opened his eyes again. Those same green eyes were just about lifeless. "Don't pass out on me." Bakugou said it as a threat. It wouldn't be fun if Midoriya was unconscious. Midoriya barely made it. Another string of cum dripped from his cock. Bakugou's fingers slowed as Midoriya jolted and arched. The trembling got uncontrollable for him and it was embarrassing. Bakugou kept his fingers deep inside Midoriya as he came, feeling every jerk and twitch his body made, his fingers getting sucked in further like Midoriya wanted to be touched even more. Midoriya had no idea what he wanted at this point. He could barely see, the darkness clouding more of his vision; his eyes began to roll as the intense pleasure swallowed him completely. The heat burned through his stomach and his lungs. He tried to gasp for air but there was nothing for him to breathe in. The grip on his neck barely loosened as he went through his high. His hands were trembling, a few of his fingers broken from the immense strength he used to try and save himself. Bakugou was mean enough to keep his hands on Midoriya. He was so helpless that Bakugou really couldn't do anything else. It was just the look on his face that made Bakugou stay the way he was for just a little longer, until Midoriya felt nothing else. It was incredibly sadistic of him, even Midoriya would say it too. Finally, Bakugou removed his hand from around Midoriya's neck, exposing the bruises and small cuts to his skin. Midoriya didn't gasp for air when he had the chance to, he was staring lifelessly through Bakugou, his eyes glazed, his face bright red. His hands dropped to his side and stayed there. The heat finally subsided and he took his first breath. The soreness made it hard for him to swallow. When he breathed, his lungs burned, but the air was so nice to have. He fell over on Bakugou, not able to hold himself up. When he came through again, he coughed and breathed much harder. The lightheaded feeling barely went away but at least he could breathe. Bakugou wasn't sure what he was supposed to do but it's not like they were doing anything fun anymore. He should just leave him there, that's what he thought. But he stayed as Midoriya tried to pull himself together. It was weird to feel Midoriya leaning on him, and after seeing the kinds of faces he could make and what he was into, it was definitely weird. "You're gross." Bakugou said plainly. He was the one that started it, however. "S-sorry..." Midoriya muttered his apology, actually meaning it. Bakugou had his problems just like Midoriya did, and it was going to show up at one point. The bruises barely faded after a couple days time. Midoriya had to come up with a lot of excuses for why he had bruises on his neck. A few of his friends were sure that if they took Bakugou's hands and examined the finger size, they'd be able to tell that he was the one that did it. No one said anything out loud. Midoriya swore that he was okay, and he truly was. Sure Bakugou had his way of being violent, and doing things possibly the wrong way, but Midoriya was okay and that's what he told everyone that asked him about the marks. It was only a matter of time before Midoriya would find himself in the same situation as before. Maybe he wanted to be in it, maybe he didn't. But Bakugou had his demands and Midoriya usually listened. Until today. Midoriya was quick to catch up with Bakugou before he left campus, but he left enough distance to Bakugou wouldn't surprise sneak attack him. His fingers were tightly bandaged, and he held on to his bag to distract from the shaking. "Kacchan-" Bakugou whipped around to the sound of Midoriya's voice behind him. "What!" his voice came out as a sharp hiss. Midoriya didn't want to hold back from his request. Well, he wanted to draw the line somewhere about what actually happened before. He didn't want Bakugou to kill him. "I don't..." he took a breath and looked down at the ground, "I don't like being ch-choked." he had to make it clear. Even if his voice was shaking, he got the point across. Having someone's hand on his neck was crossing the line. Bakugou stared at him plainly for a moment, seeing him tremble a little and look away from the embarrassment. "Didn't seem that way before." "Maybe because you were also fingering me?" Bakugou didn't like the attitude he heard in Midoriya's voice. Just as he was about to make his way closer to Midoriya, he saw him back away with each step. It was like trying to get close to a frightened dog. Midoriya tried to keep the distance between them but Bakugou wasn't going to settle for that. "Stop lying-" "I don't want to get killed, Kacchan." Midoriya blurted out without thinking. Bakugou, proned to rage and violence, stayed quiet. He wouldn't kill Midoriya on purpose, at least not today or tomorrow. It shouldn't be a shock that Midoriya was worried about what could happen to him, but Bakugou stood there in complete silence, trying to use his words instead of his fists. "You know what, whatever." he turned away and murmured his curses under his breath. "Just meet me tomorrow," he called out before turn back around to shout "and don't be fucking late this time, nerd." So they were going to try again, not that Bakugou was going to be safe about it. Midoriya sighed to himself and thought about what he was going to do. He just hoped that Bakugou wouldn't stay mad about what he said. The next morning before school they met up again. They hid out in a spot where they wouldn't be seen or heard for the next hour. It was going to have to be quick since they planned to go to school right after. Like before, Midoriya didn't wear underwear, and he was already dripping from spending his time at home to get up to the good part. Bakugou had no patience to wait; he was just about ready to pin Midoriya against the wall to really see if he hated being choked so much. Instead, Midoriya forced Bakugou on the ground, and it did take all of his strength but he did get Bakugou down on the ground. "I can do it myself." Was his own reason for keeping his hands on Bakugou's arms, making sure he didn't move long enough so Midoriya could show him that he could do it. The plan for today was to get further so Bakugou wasn't going to say something rude and snap at Midoriya especially when he didn't have to do any work. If Midoriya was capable of doing it himself, then Bakugou wouldn't say anything. Yet. He was going to put his hands on Midoriya soon enough, it would only be a matter of time till then. Midoriya made it seem so easy, the way he sat over Bakugou's lap on his knees with his legs spread. Bakugou barely paid attention but Midoriya was careful; he knew what Bakugou was interested in already and it didn't take long to figure that out. Unlike Bakugou, Midoriya didn't just go for it wildly, not yet. He was slow to get Bakugou angry at the pace. Already his pants were off, and Bakugou was exposed, his cock just about aching to feel that same sensation his fingers got before. Midoriya didn't get any faster with the way he moved, his hips just barely moving down over Bakugou's cock. It definitely got Bakugou irritated enough for him to try and take charge on his own, like he obviously would. His hands moved to Midoriya's waist, but he didn't get the chance to do anything when Midoriya's hands clasped right over his. Bakugou didn't notice that Midoriya was only trying to adjust to what he was feeling, after all this was his first time; it's just that Bakugou couldn't stand how slow Midoriya was moving. He never liked the gentle pace, he hated waiting, he just wanted to fuck something hard. Bakugou thought about gripping Midoriya harder. His fingers were tracing over his skin, noticing how small Midoriya's waist really was. His hips were easy to move too. What would he see if he lifted Midoriya's jacket up? While he was distracted, Midoriya began to grind his hips slowly, his hands moving down on Bakugou's chest so he could hold himself up. As great as it was, Bakugou thought it wasn't enough, and it really wasn't. His hands gripped harder on Midoriya, bringing him down more so his entire cock was surrounded in the heat. It'd be better if it was like before. Midoriya's hands pressed down harder on Bakugou's chest before he could move. It was annoying that someone else was taking charge. Bakugou had every right to pin Midoriya down and fuck him so hard that he'd be crying; he bit the inside of his lip, wanting to hold back, but he just couldn't. His hips moved into Midoriya faster, getting him to bounce on his lap more. That's what he was waiting for. Midoriya didn't cover his mouth when his voice got a little louder. His voice was always so soft and quiet. His moans sounded nice and pure despite how mean Bakugou was being to him. Midoriya could be mean, too. His hand moved from Bakugou's chest, reaching up to Bakugou's neck, his fingers pressing on the sides of his throat. His nails didn't dig in to his skin, nor did he press so hard as to choke him. Yet. Bakugou's eyes seemed deadly with the way he watched Midoriya. Where did he think he was putting his hand? Surely he wasn't thinking he could return the favor. Bakugou glared sharply but he didn't removed Midoriya's hand from around his neck. His hand was smaller, softer, and his fingers were weaker. That didn't stop Midoriya though. It took just a little more effort to get Bakugou in the mood; Midoriya's fingers pressed harder, and he could feel Bakugou jolt underneath him. It might not have been Midoriya's thing to feel a hand around his throat, but it sure was Bakugou's. If Midoriya was trying to make a point, it wasn't going to work, not with the way Bakugou smiled at him. Nothing changed. Midoriya wasn't the type to try and hurt Bakugou no matter how much he wanted to. If anything, Midoriya wasn't sure if he wanted to wipe the smirk off Bakugou's face or see him smile more. His fingers were gripping harder, just to see what Bakugou would do, if he would do anything, if he would like it. He certainly did like it. Midoriya didn't expect Bakugou to enjoy himself, especially when he wasn't the person in control, at least since Midoriya was under the assumption that he was in control. Bakugou still had his hands on him, moving him on his lap, getting a feel for his body. It was easy to get Midoriya to moan out loud and there was no way for him to hide what he was feeling, especially from Bakugou. It was weird to see each other like this. They hadn't planned for it to be so serious. This was just supposed to be something fun to do, something fun for Bakugou to do, but it turned out to be much more. They were watching each other, hoping the other would break under pressure. Bakugou knew how much Midoriya didn't want to feel anything pressing on his neck, yet he brought his hand up to let his fingers grip Midoriya's throat, his fingers just about to dig into his skin. It wasn't enough to keep Midoriya quiet, his voice was soft but he could be heard; Bakugou wanted to shut him up, to grip him so tight that his voice gets cut off and he can't breathe. It was twisted how Bakugou could think about that. If anything was going to get him so excited, it'd be that. He was eager now, and Midoriya could feel it, the cock inside him twitching as he moved his body. Midoriya's grip was loosening around Bakugou's neck; he found himself becoming lightheaded from the lack of blood making it to his brain. For some reason, that made everything feel so much better. His body convulsed enough for Bakugou to feel it, enough to actually make him moan louder; there was something about watching Midoriya's cheeks turn bright that got him so horny. They were both trying to hurt each other like they hated each other, like they wanted to kill each other. That's just what made the sex unexpectedly hotter. The dizzy feeling, the drowning heat, the intense pleasure, that's what made it all so fun. Bakugou could no longer put his other hand on Midoriya; one hand on his neck was enough, Midoriya didn't need to feel another. When Bakugou tried to move, Midoriya pinned his arm down with the strength he had left. He was too focused on the way his hips were shaking to notice that Bakugou was threatening to use his quirk to break free. He wanted to have his way but so did Midoriya. And it's not like Midoriya couldn't use his quirk either. The force that pinned down Bakugou's hand just got incredibly stronger, even the hand on his neck was gripping tighter. They weren't going to last long enough to kill each other, not with the way they felt. Somehow they managed to keep the sex going. Midoriya's eyes were already glazing over with lust; his mouth hung open, and he was desperate to gasp for air to get rid of the burning feeling in his chest. Bakugou knew the same feeling in his own chest, but he thought it was exhilarating. There was nothing better than feeling like he was drowning in such an intense sensation. And watching Midoriya succumb to it was just as amazing, seeing his eyes roll as he bit down on his lip, the way his body was shaking, his cock dripping, how he threatened to use his powers even when he didn't have any control over his body. Neither of them could hold themselves back when they got close. Their hands stayed tight over each other's necks, not even to let go when they reached their limits. Neither one of them would back down. They both came, even at the mercy of each other's hands. Both of them were trembling. Bakugou didn't have a care in the world when he came inside Midoriya, his hips shaking at an irregular rhythm. And Midoriya did his best to keep himself up, his back arching enough for him to get out of Bakugou's hold. It took seconds, actually minutes, for them to get themselves together. They needed to actually breathe, needed to wait for the lightheaded feeling to go away so they could speak, so they could move. There were dark bruises on Bakugou's neck, even more concerning than the new marks Midoriya had at his throat. Both of them did an amazing job with marking each other's bodies. They had bruises and wounds from their hands gripping to hard. Just because they had to violently have sex. And now all they could do was awkwardly look at each other and glance away because of everything they happened to find out about each other. Choking was their thing. Trying to hurt each other was their thing. Pain was their thing. They weren't going to talk about it. The soreness in their throats had to settle first before they decided what they had to do next. It wasn't till a while later that they showed themselves at school. First they had to tend to their injuries before making an appearance. It seemed like they went for a few more rounds until one of them, Midoriya, had to call it quits. His tolerance wasn't as high as Bakugou's. He could only take so much. It was a problem when they showed up to class a complete mess. Midoriya had large bruises over his neck, worse than the bruises he had days before. The dark purple coloring on his skin spread more around his throat and reached down to his collar bone as well. It was easy to tell that it had to be someone's hand that did it. His hands were bandaged tightly with white gauze. Up to his elbows were covered to, the sleeves to his jacket and shirt rolled up high just so the bandages could get everywhere he was hurt. He walked slow because his legs were shaking; he hoped no one noticed that part of him. "Oh my God, what happened to you?" Uraraka was the first one out of her seat to rush to Midoriya, frightened to see him a mess. His uniform was wrinkled and torn in areas, his hair was a mess, and all those bandages weren't a pretty sight. "N-nothing, I'm fine." Midoriya lied, glancing away when the attention was put on him. Bakugou finally walked into class. He had the same marks on his neck, just as thick and dark. He wasn't concerned with how he looked even though he was just a terrible mess as Midoriya was. He had the same bandages over his arms and hands. Where he had his shirt unbuttoned, there were a few more bite marks exposed. He glared at anyone that stared right him. He would swear that he wasn't hurt, he'd burn off his bandages right then and there if he had to prove it too. "I'm calling the police." Uraraka said when she caught a glimpse of Bakugou as he walked to his seat without a word. Kaminari leaned forward over his desk "I don't get it, what's going on?" he whispered to Kirishima as they looked to Uraraka and Midoriya. "Bakugou's going to jail." Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!