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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, Bakugou_Mitsuki, Bakugou_Masaru,
      Midoriya_Inko
  Additional Tags:
      Childhood_Friends, Sexual_Experimentation, Friends_With_Benefits, First
      Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Sexuality_Crisis?, Bakugou
      Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, i_wrote_sin, Homophobia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-18 Words: 16872
****** Playgrounds and playing fields ******
by Stars1Are1Metaphors
Summary
     It starts as a game. Doctor and nurse, they call it. They’re
     childhood friends and there isn’t anyone they trust more than each
     other.
     But somewhere down the line Bakugou and Midoriya end up in a very…
     complicated relationship.
Notes
     no but you guys don’t understand, i literally just wrote sin. /
     sweatdrops.
     this became a monster of a fic. tbh, i just wanted to write porn and
     ended up sprinkling more feels into this than expected. i didn’t
     write the story, the story wrote itself apparently.
                                      ...
 
The first time Bakugou hears about sex is when he’s eleven years old trying to
break his record on the chin-up bars.
None of his friends are around, because it’s flu season and mother nature’s a
royal bitch. Deku’s laid out cold on bed and his other friends hadn’t bothered
dropping a message, but their moms sure did. It’s not like Bakugou needs them
or anything. Definitely not bedraggled idiots with flushed freckled cheeks and
even redder noses who have trouble understanding the basic concept of bed rest
(like seriously, who even comes to the door when they’re sick and their mom’s
still at home? Goddamn nerds do, obviously). Bakugou can have fun on his own,
because Bakugou’s not the type of wimp who’d catch a cold just ‘cause the
environment is out to get him and neither does he need people around him to
have fun, thank you very much.
It would’ve been cool if his friends were around to actually see him break his
record though, but whatever. He’s not complaining.
So, Bakugou pulls himself up the chin-up bars at least twenty times. His arms
are shaking like mad and he’s breathing a little heavier than usual, but
Bakugou can take another ten, easily. Just watch him.
He’s in the middle of his twenty-fourth, sweat trickling down the side of his
neck, when he sees them enter his field of vision, cradling together like a
group of ants. They’re a rowdy bunch of eighth graders on a motherfucking
playground no less, so naturally Bakugou notices them. Taller than most kids,
broader too. Underwear peeking out of their pants and an array of colorful hats
on top of their heads.
(Those snapbacks are tacky as hell, by the way.)
They’re hissing and pissing and grinninglike a set of lunatics fresh out of a
nut house as they huddle closer together and lower their voices, and Bakugou
only decides to listen in on the conversation because the word ‘sex’ gets
thrown out like they’re afraid someone might cut out their tongues if they’re
overheard.
‘’There’s no way you actually did it,’’ a big snot-nosed brat with a green
upturned snapback gabs, but his eyes are round and wide in astonishment as they
speak, like a part of him at least hopesit’s true.
The kid who had used that word—sex—throws his nose up in a flare of arrogance
and Bakugou has the sudden urge to punch him in the mouth. ‘’Sure did,’’ the
boy announces, a purple snapback on his head as he swipes the underside of his
nose with his index finger and takes off the damper on his muted voice in favor
of high lightening whatever he is so proud of. ‘’Had her screaming under me;
kept telling me how big I was.’’
Bakugou’s head snaps back. Under him? What were they doing? It sounds like
wrestling, but Bakugou’s not too sure.
He huffs, but what boy would wrestle a girl? Girls are no fun at all, much
weaker than boys too. Bakugou’s mother always says girls are delicate creatures
and need to be handled with care, although… Mei from his class screams and
scratches like a royal bitch and Bakugou has seen her punch a boy once and it
looked like it hurt, so he’s not all too convinced girls are as frail as his
mom likes to make them out to be.
Deku’s more up that ally. A soft spoken kid who likes to cry a lot. Bakugou has
had to watch over him more times than he likes to admit.
‘’No way,’’ the tallest of them with a red snapback counters.
‘’Yeah way,’’ the arrogant one declares to a shocked audience hanging off his
lips. ‘’Screamed. The whole time. And it felt super good too.’’
Now, apparently too curious to know more rather than shoot down the brat’s
claim, the boy with the green snapback asks, ‘’H—how’d it feel?’’ And swallows
tightly.
Sniffing and grin turning positively sly, the apparent leader of the group that
had supposedly wrestled with a girl moves his hands about as he speaks.
‘’Like—like a really soft pillow that’s hot, wet and tight all in one? Like, I
dunno, sinking into a puddle of milk bread with my dick. Shit. I thought my
dick was going to melt. She sucked me in so good.’’
Bakugou knew what dick meant. His mother smacked him upside the head whenever
he swore with that word and reprimanded him for using that thing between his
legs as a way to verbally express himself. But why would a guy wrestle a girl
with his prick? That made no sense at all!
‘’Are you stupid,’’ Bakugou hisses at them, dropping down from his suspended
position and forgetting both breaking his record and that he isn’t actually
supposed to be listening in on their conversation to begin with, but Bakugou
just can’t help it. The conversation made less sense the longer it went on and
Bakugou hates to admit it, but him not knowing what the hell they are talking
about also nags him. For all his brazenness and potty mouth, Bakugou is
actually a smart kid. There isn’t anything he doesn’t know. So hearing about
sex and how it supposedly feels really good and finding his intellect coming up
short, pisses him off. ‘’Do you want your dick to fall off, you fuckin’
donut?’’
The group of three turns around sharply with looks that can’t be better
described than deer caught in headlights. As it begins to register that it is
actually a much smaller and angry looking preschooler standing in front of them
instead of a raging adult, their fear of getting caught evaporates like snow in
the sun and the leader of the group scoffs.
‘’I used a condom, little twerp. It won’t fall off.’’
Now Bakugou is even more confused. Condom… Is that some form of shield? An iron
shield to protect him from a girl’s stronghold?
‘’Huh?’’ Bakugou asks stupidly and the eighth graders take a moment to look
among themselves before they burst out in laughter, which only serves to piss
Bakugou off even more. ‘’The shit you guys laughing ‘bout?! I’ll kill ya!’’ He
has got his hands bunched in fists, ready to lash out, because he feels
humiliated and embarrassed for being ignorant, but there’s no way he’ll say
that aloud.
If they won’t tell him, he’ll just punch it out of them. No one laughs at The
Bakumeister and lives to tell the tale! Fuck their ages, Bakugou has taken out
way bigger and stronger opponents.
They slowly start coming down from their high, the taller one coughs a little
to settle his shit-giggles. ‘’Ha-ha, phew,’’ the leader breezes then, wiping a
tear from the corner of his eye. ‘’That’s rich. Well, no wonder you’re so
clueless. This is grown-up stuff.’’ He pauses and eyes Bakugou up and down for
a second. ‘’Ya should ask your mom though,’’ he decides and his friends behind
him giggle like the annoying swarm of girls that sometimes follow Bakugou
around when he’s playing a sport on the school courtyard, whispering about one
thing or another and peeking at Bakugou from beneath their ridiculously long
eyelashes. ‘’I’m sure she’ll explain it.’’
Something about that doesn’t sit right with Bakugou and it’s mostly because
they’re still snickering despite how much they try to cover it up with a cough
or a half closed fist, so it’s instinct really that makes Bakugou snap. He
thinks back on the confusing conversation from just a few minutes ago, analyzes
it quickly and then speaks up. ‘’Girls usually scream when something sucks. So
maybe that’s what she was goin’ afta when you were using your shit dick. Isn’t
that called poor skills?’’ Anyhow, there’s no way anyone could be good at
wrestling by using their prick, so Bakugou’s sure he’s not entirely wrong.
Besides, judging from how proud the shithead is about making girls scream,
Bakugou believes his jab regarding the contrary will be a blow to the kid’s
pride.
It definitely hits a nerve. The boy with the green snapback literally chokes on
air and doubles over while wheezing through his laughter, the tall one freezes
before guffawing madly and the shitty leader turns a tomato shade of red as his
eyes grow as huge as saucers.
‘’Fuck you!’’ The leader howls, scowling as he charges toward Bakugou with
raised fists. Bakugou braces himself. He has been ready for a fight ever since
he dropped off the chin-up bars. He’s expecting the lunge way before it comes.
It doesn’t take him much to get the upper hand by moving out of the way and
tripping the boy over so he lands on the ground with a face full of dirt.
Bakugou wastes zero time turning him around, climbing on top of his opponent
and pounding in on the boy locked between Bakugou’s knees as he squirms
underneath him. Plenty of kids surround them as they fight—or more accurately,
as Bakugou beats down on a cocky asswipe who rubbed him the wrong way on a
pretty boring day.
The leader’s friends stand by and watch, torn between breaking up the fight and
doing nothing in fear of encountering the wrath of a crazed preschooler with
anger management issues. Evidently, their fear wins out and Bakugou thinks one
might have whipped out his phone to record his friend getting beaten up.
(So much for friendships.)
Somewhere down the line they’re separated by two passing salary-men. Bakugou
spits on the ground as he’s dragged off screaming nonsensical insults and
floundering, noting the bit of blood mixed in his saliva. His bottom lip burns.
At home he doesn’t hear the end of it.
His mom is raging as she cooks dinner. The spatula she uses to stir the fried
rice is pointed at Bakugou’s slightly cut up face several of times as she
cusses him out. ‘’How the fuck do you end up fighting an eighth grader during
flu season? Are you impossibly demented, Katsuki?’’
His father is sitting at the dining table. He has taken out the first aid kit
that’s relatively full since Deku has the habit of stopping Bakugou from
getting into physical fights—not so much the verbal ones—and he tends to his
son’s wounds. Bakugou hisses like a bitch upon impact with the medicinal goo.
‘’Sorry,’’ his father smiles apologetically and Bakugou just rolls his eyes.
‘’Just sit still. It’ll only sting a little.’’
‘’I’m sittin’ still!’’ He argues, slightly peeved at being caught whining about
a little bit of pain. ‘’And why does it smell like shit?’’
‘’Language, Bakugou!’’ His mother whacks him across the head while a plate of
piping hot fried rice sits in the other. She places the plate in front of his
dad and smiles kindly at her husband. ‘’Here you are, darling,’’ and shoots a
warning look at her son.
His father, unperturbed by the common situation, voices his thanks and
continues taking care of Bakugou’s battered face.
Bakugou seethes. It’s not his fault he got pissed off. He had every reason to
fight back after being ridiculed by kids who look like the damn Teletubbies.
He continues brooding during dinner and tries to ignore the insistent sting of
his busted lip as he eats. His dad talks about his day at work and his mom
informs his dad about a new TV series she’s currently watching as Bakugou
thinks back on the day he had. His friends, who were sick at home. Deku, who
came to the front door looking like he had a date with The Grim Reaper. The
chin-up bars’ record he couldn’t break. The eighth graders. Sex.
Ya should ask your mom.
Bakugou blinks up, asks no one in particular, ‘’What is sex?’’
His father chokes on the spoon full of rice in his mouth and his mother’s
cutlery clatters back to the plate as both his parents stare at him in frozen
mortification. His father spits rice everywhere and bits and pieces of it hit
Bakugou’s face.
‘’Fuck, that’s gross, dad!’’ He recoils, glaring at the food residue scattered
across the table.
His mother rises quickly, grabbing the glass of water in front of his dad and
shoving it apathetically in his face all the while knocking hard on his back as
if that would save his dad from choking on her food. That’s not to say his
mom’s cooking is bad or anything—it’s fucking good actually—but still, life
hazard right now. His mother just stares at Bakugou blankly.
‘’W—what,’’ Bakugou murmurs defensively, unnerved by the stares he’s receiving.
He moves a little in his seat, looks away nervously because he just knowshe’s
said something wrong and worries he’s about to get hit again, until his mother
finally breaks the silence.
‘’Oi, where’d you hear that from?’’
Bakugou swallows and shrugs. ‘’Just… people talking,’’ because Bakugou ain’t no
snitch, even if he does hate those eighth graders a whole lot. ‘’Why? I—Is it
something bad?’’
‘’No, no, no, no, no,’’his mother just backs away and shakes her head. ‘’We are
notdoing this now. Come ask me in,’’ she pauses briefly, thinking. ‘’Two years,
yeah? You’ll be in middle school then. I guess it’s fine by then. Oi, honey,
when do kids get Sex Ed at school?’’
‘’I… think… I had… it… in middle…. school,’’ his father wheezes through heavy
intakes of breath, swallowing some of the water to clear up his throat.
‘’There ya go, kid. Come ask mommy in two years. Damn, never thought you’d come
ask me this so soon. I guess kids get curious pretty early now, huh?’’
Instead of fear, Bakugou starts to feel angry. ‘’What do ya mean ‘two years’?’’
How much is he going to miss out on if he waits two whole fucking years? He
already looks like an idiot for not understanding sex and now his mom is asking
him to endure being a fool for a couple of more years? How about no. ‘’Damn old
hag, I deserve to know!’’
‘’Shaddup!’’ His mother squawks, though she doesn’t sound angry. If anything,
his mother looks uncomfortable with the idea of explaining it. ‘’Eat your
dinner and stop asking.’’
‘’But—‘’
‘’Katsuki,’’ his father quips up. He’s finally gathered himself, despite
looking awkward with the subject at hand. He lays a gentle hand on Bakugou’s
shoulder and the tension in him dwindles just like that. ‘’All in due time.
Trust us, please. We’ll tell you everything you want to know when you’re old
enough.’’
So, Bakugou just sighs, because he can’t actually say no to his dad. He’s like
a summer’s day. His dad clears up his agitated state. Besides, his dad’s rarely
angry, but once he is, he’s worse than his mom. His dad just gets oddly quiet,
the way the sky lights up just before thunder hits and Bakugou’s not looking to
piss his father off any time soon.
‘’Fine,’’ he grumbles, hunching his shoulders. The mystery behind sex will
apparently have to wait. Unfortunately, Bakugou can’t help but wonder about it.
The way those kids described it was weird. How can something feel warm, wet and
tight at the same time and still feel good? It’s the good part that doesn’t
make sense to Bakugou. Does wrestling feel good? Does sex feel good?
For some reason he thinks about Deku and the words are out of his mouth before
he has a handle on them. ‘’Can you do sex with boys?’’
His dad doesn’t get to put food in his mouth this time, he just stares slack
jawed at Bakugou and after a beat of silence just says, ‘’Yes, you can.’’
And just like that, they continue eating. His mother curses in between bites of
food, but Bakugou—for his own good—decides not to ask why.
                                       …
Two days later and Deku’s the only one of his friends still alive and well
after his cold, opposed to alive and thoroughly fucked beyond measures witha
cold. No one bothers trying to get better, really, Bakugou knows, because he
has seen the potato chips and cookie crumbs tumbling off their thin shirts and
Bakugou remembers vividly that one’s supposed to dry their hair directly after
showering in order to prevent a cold or, in this case, stop it from getting
worse. Clearly, some people have forgotten to take the 101 how to take care of
myself lessons that Bakugou has had drilled into his head since the first time
he shat his pants. In hindsight, they’re probably the type of idiots who would
sleep with the windows open in late December.
(They aren’t even friends when he thinks about it, just convenient ways to make
time go by faster.)
(Also translated to: fuck them very much.)
And Deku’s a special case anyway. Midoriya Inko has a tendency to fuss over her
child. If Bakugou didn’t know any better, he’d say she dragged that cold out on
force of will alone. Even so, Deku just recently got better and Ms. Midoriya is
not looking to test her or her son’s luck any time soon—fussy much?—and so
expressively forbade Deku from going out before she left to do groceries
shopping. At least, that’s the story Deku had fed him.
Bakugou had considered his meager options of the day and down the line realized
that Deku would probably enjoy his godly presence more than Bakugou would
enjoying chumming it out alone in his room or outdoors. This was for Deku’s
miserable sake, honestly, because it wasn't like Bakugou actually wanted to
know how Deku was doing or something of the sort. No way.
And that’s how and whyBakugou ends up inside the Midoriya household, chewing on
a handful of Lays chips—because he is not the sick one in bed, Jesus fuck—while
completely thrashing the two-player fighting game Deku’s got laying around
because Deku, naturally, sucks at it.
‘’Die, die, die!’’ Bakugou roars at the flat screen, warring it out with the
gamepad as if it has personally offended him. The character that Deku has
chosen, a guy jacked up with thirty pounds of pure muscle, is bent forward in a
display of exhaustion as he hangs by the thread of his shortened red HP. Deku
tries to get his man to avoid the kick Bakugou’s character throws his way, but
Bakugou’s faster and ends the fifth match in a row with another win. ‘’Fuck
yeah!’’ He cheers, pumping a fist in the air and narrowly missing Deku’s chin
as he ducks out of the way, trademark awkward smile in place.
God, what a stupid face.
‘’Damn, you’re so weak, Deku,’’ Bakugou quips up after climbing down from his
short moment of euphoria.
‘’Ah, ha-ha.’’ Deku scratches the back of his head, looking painfully
apologetic. The sleeves of his over-sized shirt drop down to his elbow and
Bakugou spots an array of freckles running down the back of Deku’s arm.
‘’Sorry. Somehow I can’t seem to get the hang of it.’’
No shit, Bakugou thinks. He throws the controller on the ground. At the same
time it’s cushioned by the soft carpet on the floor, Bakugou unceremoniously
launches himself on the bed as Deku remains cross legged on the ground near
Bakugou’s socks covered feet. ‘’I’m bored,’’ Bakugou grumbles at the ceiling.
‘’S—sorry, um wait. I’ll check if I have something better to play! Kacchan
likes Kirby, right? Or maybe, um… Mariokart? I’m not really bad at Mariokart.
I’m sort of good, I think? I might be able to pose a challenge.’’
‘’Doubt it.’’
Deku freezes with his hands in the box of games near the foot of the bed and
then pouts. Slowly, he pulls his hands out.
‘’Then, what does Kacchan want to play?’’
Good question. He contemplates it while he wriggles his toes and sighs when he
comes up with jack-shit. ‘’Fuck if I know. Youdecide on somethin’. I’ve taken
precious fucking time out of my very busy,’’ ahem, nonexistent, ‘’—schedule to
come over. Entertain me.’’
Deku’s eyes widen, scandalized to hear he has troubled Bakugou in his jam-
packed day, so to speak, and Bakugou only feels a tiny bit guilty for lying.
Either way, it isn’t a complete lie. He did come here for Deku, so it’s
completely normal to expect the host to make it worth his time.
‘’Oh no, I’m sorry, Kacchan. Please wait, I’ll come up with something right
now. Right now. Um…’’
Bakugou just sighs and rolls onto his stomach while Deku cracks his brain
trying to come up with games they could play. Indoor games, no less, since Ms.
Midoriya worries the air’s going to choke the life out of her delicate son.
Anyhow, Deku looks way better than he did two days ago. His face isn’t as
ghastly white and his eyes aren’t red rimmed either. His nose is a healthy
color and the dark of his freckles blend nicely with the slight tan of his
skin. His eyes sparkle in the stupid way it does like he’s sucked in the stars
and Bakugou stares at Deku’s dumb face long enough to lose the link between his
mouth and brain.
Frankly, it happens a lot when it comes to Deku.
‘’Oi, shit for brains, do ya know what sex is?’’
Suddenly—for some odd reason—Bakugou wants to know. He wants to know what Deku
thinks, because he has been brooding on the subject for two days even though
his parents told him to drop it. The longer it’s kept a secret from him, the
more he wants to find out what the big deal is and isn’t that just what being a
kid is all about? Too stubborn for their own good and in Bakugou’s case:
pigheaded beyond belief. Why can’t he be told now? What is sex exactly? How
does it feel good? How do you do it with boys? Why are Deku’s cheeks red?
Wait.
Back the fuck up for a second.
‘’Oi!’’ Bakugou spats, scowling and shooting up at the mixture of surprise,
confusion and embarrassment on Deku’s face as he watches Bakugou. ‘’Don’t tell
me… You fucking know?!’’
Bakugou feels like the universe is out to get him.
In response, Deku’s ears turn an apple shade of red and Bakugou nearly blows
his horn. ‘’Well, fuck me sideways,’’ Bakugou flaps.
He’s more ignorant than useless Deku. Isn’t that just fucking rich?
‘’I—I don’t know much, though!’’ Deku begins and Bakugou simply stares at him
deadpanned. ‘’Mom just let slip that it’s something you do by using your… um…
parts down under. By the way, did you know ‘fuck’ is a synonym for sex? You
swear with it a lot.’’
‘’Never mind that,’’ Bakugou brushes off. It’s a good swearword, falls off his
tongue nicely; sue him. He’s more interested in understanding what sex is
exactly. The parts down under, Deku said. How does one use their prick for
something other than peeing? And how does anyone use it on someone else? A
weapon… for wrestling? A lethal weapon of mass destruction? Bakugou glances
down at his crotch. Who would have thought Bakugou was packing so much power
inside his drawers? No, but that still doesn’t make any sense. Isn’t it
supposed to feel good? ‘’Why—‘’ better yet, ‘’How would you use your dick
anyway?’’ Because this conversation isn’t doing anything to clear up the haze
of confusion in Bakugou’s mind. He grabs a hold of his temples as he frowns,
squeezing his eyes shut as if he could make his brain function, force it to
understand something he hasn’t been taught yet. Why does Deku even know so
much?
Why does Deku know morethan Bakugou?
‘’I’m not sure,’’ Deku has changed his position and is now sitting on his
knees, leaving behind the box of games he was fiddling with. Bakugou hates the
look of concern twisting Deku’s face in something almost condescending, can’t
stand the hand reaching for him as if Bakugou can’t take care of himself, as if
Bakugou is a delicatechild in need of comfort and protection, but what Bakugou
hates the most is knowing he’s only projecting his own insecurities on Deku,
because once he blinks, he understands that the worry on Deku’s face is
genuine. ‘’Mom said it’s used to make babies. Sometimes it feels good.’’
Bakugou splutters, ‘’Babies? You can make babies with boys?’’
‘’Eh,’’ a flustered Deku crackles.
‘’Eh,’’ a confused and slightly annoyed Bakugou mimics.
They stare at each other for two pained seconds and Bakugou admits he enjoys
seeing Deku in a turmoil much like Bakugou has been struggling to grasp the
information fed to him for the past six minutes and a half. He puts an end to
the silence by shaking his head, dismissing the excessive information in his
mind and holding one hand up. ‘’Hold up. I think we’re missing somethin’
here.’’
Deku nods, swallowing. ‘’Yeah, I think so too. Mom never said it could be done
with boys. She said sex is used to make babies… with girls.’’
Does that mean the eighth grader Bakugou had met on the playground is about to
become a father? But that douche nozzle did say he used protection, so that
means…
‘’Not if you use a condom,’’ Bakugou murmurs to himself, finally able to make
some sense out of the abstract concept that is sex. He crosses his legs on the
bedding and leans his elbows on his thighs.
‘’C—condom, what’s that?’’
Trying to withhold his proud smirk, he blinks down at Deku’s curious face.
Damn, does it feel good to know more than Deku. ‘’It’s for protection, stupid.
So you don’t make babies.’’ Bakugou sighs and leans back on his forearms,
staring heavenward. Deku gasps somewhere on the background and goes on to
mutter about something Bakugou can’t quite catch, so he decides to ignore it.
‘’Still, howdo you use it—a dick for sex, I mean. I don’t get it.’’ And that’s
when a light bulb goes on inside his head and Bakugou slowly drags his glaring
eyes back to his inquisitive childhood friend.
They’ve known each other for a while; eleven years, to be exact. Deku has been
with him ever since Bakugou could walk. With moms that gravitated toward each
other in the way women do when they have something in common, a family, for
example, it was only a matter of time before Deku and Bakugou grew up to become
friends. And though Bakugou won’t dare say it aloud, he does—just for a
little—consider Deku his best friend.
(But don’t quote him on it.)
Over the years things haven’t changed. Sure, there’s still the glaring
difference in ability and strength that sets them apart, especially in the
quirk department—or lack of one in Deku’s case, but Deku is still the nerd that
Bakugou has given the privilege to, to follow him around. He’s still the boy
that steers Bakugou clear from danger. He’s the reason why Bakugou’s first aid
kit is relatively full. It’s natural, Bakugou thinks, to teach and learn from
each other when they’re curious. They’ve got no one else to rely on except each
other. Parents don’t get it. School’s filled with retards, but what Bakugou and
Deku have is… different.
‘’Deku… I think I have an idea for a game.’’
That has his friend teetering on the edge of anxious. He pinches forward on his
knees, hanging on every word Bakugou has to says. The subject at hand
forgotten. Sometimes Deku stares at Bakugou in the same way he stares at All
Might and that scares him a little. ‘’Like what?’’
Bakugou glances at Deku’s shorts. ‘’Pull off your pants’n underwear.’’
Deku stiffens, eyes following Bakugou’s train of sight toward his groin.
‘’Eh,’’ he splutters, face flushing to the roots of his hair as realization
dawns upon him. ‘’Are we going to have s—sex now?’’
‘’I wanna see what the big deal is with dicks.’’
If using it feels good, Bakugou Katsuki is going to find it out, because
there’s no way he’s going to continue being the odd ball left out. Bakugou
refuses to remain stupid about anything, for that matter.
‘’You have a dick!’’
‘’I know.’’
‘’Then use your own!’’
‘’Don’t wanna.’’
‘’Huh? Why not?’’
‘’What if something goes wrong,’’ Bakugou huffs, face twisted in irritation at
Deku’s continued rapid fire line of questioning. ‘’I’m not breaking mine.’’
Deku gapes at him like a fish out of water. ‘’Then… we’re breaking mine? Nuh-
uh, mom would be pissed if I broke it!’’
Bakugou narrows his eyes. ‘’Stop saying it’ll break. Jinxing it, much?’’
‘’But you—‘’
‘’Don’t you wanna know if it feels good, damn nerd?’’
That has Deku pausing. He frowns and pouts simultaneously. Bakugou refuses to
call it cute, because it’s not, goddammit. ‘’But… won’t I get pregnant?’’
Bakugou damn nears snaps Deku’s head off. ‘’You, f—‘’ But he stops himself
halfway and breathes in deeply. Calm down. He needs to reason with idiots.
That’s right. This was Deku after all. ‘’You justsaid your mom told ya only
girls can get pregnant, yeah? We’re safe.’’ He moves toward the edge of the bed
so he can glare at Deku on eye-level. ‘’Just drop ya pants and underwear. I’ll
stop right-a way if it hurts, seriously. Just think of it as a doctor or a
nurse inspecting your body, okay? Stop being such a little bitch about it,
fuck!’’
‘’But you said that boys can do it too, so I thought maybe they can get
pregnant? Also, you’re going to be the one to do it? I thought I’d do it by
myself. Um, what exactly are we doing?’’
Bakugou hasn’t actually thought about doing anything to Deku—another case of
his mouth working before his brain; instinct is a scary thing—but now that the
cat’s out of the bag, Bakugou doesn’t feel like taking his words back. He
wantsto touch Deku. It’s disturbing just how much he wants to. He feels jittery
all over at the prospect of putting his hands on Deku’s freckled skin.
‘’I’ll touch it,’’ he says, voice suddenly hoarse.
The flush in Deku’s face hasn’t come down and it probably won’t any time soon
either. ‘’Oh,’’ he says flatly, though Bakugou can taste the nerves rolling off
him in waves. Deku is like a rabbit, a translucent little thing who can’t hide
anything worth shit. ‘’Then, you too,’’ he says under his breath, but Bakugou
can hear him loud and clear in the small expanse of Deku’s bedroom and the
meager space left between their bodies. ‘’You do mine and I do yours.’’
‘’Sure,’’ Bakugou shrugs, not one to back out of a challenge and adamantly
dismissing the shudder that goes through him when the brief thought of Deku
touching him passes his mind. ‘’If it feels good. Hurry up and show me your
dick.’’
Deku looks away as he toys with the waistband of his shorts. After a moment’s
pause, Deku stands up quickly and in a flash shoves his underclothes down,
leaving them to puddle around his feet.
Bakugou blinks. ‘’Oi. Your shirt. I can’t see shit.’’
Deku’s over-sized shirt is big enough to swaddle him from top to the bottom of
his ass. It’s unnecessary big, the sleeves swallow Deku’s hands up and the
broad neckline hangs off one shoulder to reveal the mass of tanned freckles
that have settled there. He looks even smaller in it.
Deku looks down, mumbles under his breath in the creepy way he sometimes does
that leaves Bakugou feeling slightly put-off and more than annoyed. He scowls
once Deku fleetingly searches his eyes for something that Bakugou can’t place.
It’s taking too long for his taste too, so Bakugou hikes up an eyebrow as if to
ask him: what are you waiting for, dipshit? and nudges Deku’s dropped clothes
with his toes just to point out what Deku’s supposed to be doing.
Halfheartedly, Deku fists the shirt and pushes it up to his bellybutton.
Bakugou stares.
It doesn’t look any different than his. There isn’t any hair. Although Bakugou
has spotted a faint pale shaded fuzz dusting the triangle above his own prick,
Deku on the other hand is completely barren. Deku’s dick hangs between his
legs, the foreskin covers the head and Deku’s balls sit like two neat, small-
sized and ripened apricots underneath. Bakugou touches the tip with a finger
and the reaction is almost instantaneously.
‘’Uhng!’’ Deku flinches away from Bakugou’s touch and Bakugou freezes with a
hovering hand between them and an uncomfortable sensation in his pants. Now
that he wasn’t expecting. The sound alone warms Bakugou’s belly like a chimney.
‘’Did it hurt?’’
Deku frowns quizzically. ‘’Ah—um, no… not exactly. It sort of—tickled?’’
They look down at Deku’s dick as if it held all the answers to their unspoken
questions. It has changed shape. Rather than hanging limply between Deku’s
legs, Deku’s dick has slightly hardened and is now pressing against Deku’s
inner thigh in an odd diagonal trajectory. The longer Bakugou stares at Deku’s
dick, the stiffer it becomes, rising until it’s pointing upwards. An erection,
Bakugou thinks. Dad told him about it once, when he had asked. Bakugou has it
whenever he wakes up, but he has never touched it before. If Bakugou leaves it
alone, it goes down all by itself or well, the truth is, Bakugou couldn’t be
bothered trying to fix something he couldn’t understand… but this is the first
time he has seen it stir up just by being touched.
‘’So it can stand up by being touched, huh?’’
‘’I—I guess.’’
‘’Come closer.’’
Deku squeaks, shudders when their eyes cross and shortens the distance between
them. ‘’G—gentle, Kacchan.’’
‘’Shut up, dumbass.’’
Bakugou knows how to be gentle. He doesn’t need to be told! Asswipe. Then
again, the more Bakugou watches the sleek shape of Deku’s dick, the stretch of
skin around his blushing tip and the tightness of his balls, the more Bakugou
wants to wrap his hand around it and just pull—hard. Maybe gentle isn’t part of
his dictionary after all.  
He decides to fuck it all and clutches Deku’s dick—hopefully gently and if not,
well, fuck Deku—and squeezes it in a way that Bakugou thinks—hopes—is lightly.
The sound Deku makes, a mix between a moan and a squeal, does things to the
blood in Bakugou’s veins he has never experienced before. His cheeks are
suddenly very hot, not nearly as hot as Deku’s dick though, and the blood takes
a swift direction toward his crotch. Deku’s erection is pulsating as they
speak, twitching in his fist, warm and thick and fuck.Bakugou moves his hand up
and down—fast—just to hear Deku wheeze in short, sharp intakes of breath over
and over again. Bakugou’s blood is boiling as he rotates between watching
Deku’s steadily flushing dick and glazed over eyes, wide and moving a mile a
minute—almost panicky—because they’re unable to focus on anything for longer
than a second.
‘’No way. No way,’’Deku damn near squeals in Bakugou’s ears as he digs both
hands and nails in Bakugou’s shoulders, forgetting that one hand was holding up
his shirt. It falls between them and Bakugou quickly pushes the fabric up on
his own accord so he can see his jilted hand movements as Deku thrusts himself
in Bakugou’s tight knuckled fist. It’s like watching art unfold. The skin
extends and ripples whenever he moves his hand and Deku reacts with shock waves
and twitchy limbs and sweet, sweet moans that Bakugou can’t get enough of.
‘’Urg—oh god!’’ Deku chokes, at a loss for words and shaking like a leaf branch
in midwinter. Deku balances on his toes, leans toward Bakugou as if he’s
chasing a high that’s throwing all his common sense out of the window and
Bakugou’s his only rational support left on earth.
Curiously he lets his thumb skate across the head of Deku’s dick where
transparent fluid has bubbled up and is dripping down his length. Bakugou has
an inkling to taste it. Figure out what kind of secretion makes part of his
lithe, childhood friend. It’s almost a needy sort of desire, a lust Bakugou
can’t make sense of but just wants. He wants to do a lot of things to Deku that
don’t seem logical, but more caveman-like, a lot of tasting and biting; marking
and scratching. He wants Deku painted in his color. He wants to see his teeth
marks scattered across salt and peppered skin, so he just does. He bites down
on Deku’s bare shoulder and sucks. The motion has Deku jerking upward, mouth
opening wide in a silent groan. Bakugou watches as Deku’s back flexes taut and
his eyes squeeze shut while he unintentionally slips backwards, knees gone
mush. Right on time, Bakugou manages to snake an arm around Deku’s waist before
Deku tumbles to the floor, and hauls him up the bed where his grip around
Deku’s erection remains vast and his pace quickens, fingers occasionally
brushing across Deku’s weeping tip.
Shit. He’s not even the one being touched, but it already feels so damn good.
‘’I can’t,’’ Deku’s voice cracks as he shudders against his chest and his moss
colored eyes, a definite shade darker than the usual forest green, stare
between their bulks where his slippery, blushing dick looks like it’s about to
explode. ‘’I’m gonna die, Kacchan. It’s too much—urg!’’ He squeaks at the end
when Bakugou grips the base of his dick a little harder.
‘’Feels good, yeah?’’
His voice is rough and raw and he hasn’t realized he’s rubbing himself against
Deku’s ass, right on top of his crotch, until Deku presses down with a mewl.
‘’Fuck!’’ He groans, eyes dilated at the insistent pressure on his prick. He
sets his foot soles on the bed, so he’s kind of cradling Deku between his legs,
and slams his groin up so hard he nearly upends Deku from his lap. The tremble
that rides through him is enough to send him into a mad frenzy of dry humping
Deku’s ass and dragging his somewhat callused palm in hasty succession across
Deku’s moist, stiff dick. Right now they’re moving on instinct—following what
feels good, because it does. It feels so good Bakugou thinks he’s going crazy.
Deku’s scent is everywhere, hearty and strong and Bakugou wants to suck it out
of the air. It doesn’t help his growing insanity, it just makes it worse.
‘’Hey, Deku, move your hips—closer, yeah, like that. Rub down, will ya?’’ Deku
listens, his dick is pressed tightly between their bodies and his ass crack is
sliding down the stiffness inside Bakugou’s pants. Drool slips past Deku’s chin
and Bakugou licks it. Doesn’t think, just does.
‘’I—I can’t hold it anymore,’’ Deku murmurs deliriously. He’s breathing harder
and faster. His dick can’t possibly grow any stiffer than it already has in
Bakugou’s fist. ‘’Feels so good, Kacchan. Goin’ crazy, I think,’’ Deku slurs,
head dropping down on Bakugou’s shoulder.
So Bakugou focuses on Deku’s tip, the place that gave him the most reaction,
and rubs the flat of his palm down in quick, experimental short circles in
order to end Deku’s misery. Bakugou Katsuki isn’t sure what he’s expecting
after his action, making Deku feel good is as far as it went in his mind, but
he definitely didn’t account for the way Deku would shoot up, moan his name,
shake or the hot white ooze that would end up creaming his hand all in the span
of three seconds before Deku collapses bone-weary in his arms.
Bakugou’s eyes widen at the sight.
‘’Oi, oi, oi! The fuck is this shit?!’’ Bakugou howls, momentarily taken out of
his delirium to stare at his nasty hand. ‘’The fuck just came out of you? Oi,
nerd, don’t you fucking dare sleep now!’’
‘’So tired,’’ Deku mumbles, slinking down to his bed, some of the odd white
stuff coating his inner thigh while his dick slowly begins to soften. ‘’My
heart’s beating so fast, Kacchan,’’ Deku continues unperturbed by his state of
undress, legs spread wide, and Bakugou’s glaring eyes; something he’s more than
used to now. ‘’It’s racing really fast and I’m super warm andsweaty, but I also
feel revived? Yeah, that’s right. Revived. It was scary and good at the same
time. How’s that possible? Hey, Kacchan, did we just have sex? That was sex,
wasn’t it? It felt super good. Did you like it? Can we do it again?’’
‘’Wait one damn second, you birdbrained dumbass! What the fuck did you just
shoot on me? The fuck is this!’’
Deku calmly glances toward the glaze on Bakugou’s hand and shrugs.
‘’Just… you just shrug? That’s it?’’
Deku smiles stupidly and Bakugou just can’t believe his fucking luck. Damn
shit-nerd looks cute while smiling like that too, fuck him.
‘’You—fuck—you…‘’ He’s just speechless. ‘’The fuck are you lying there for
anyway? We’re not done yet! Get up. I’m still hard. Fix it.’’
‘’Eh?’’ This makes Deku sit up, leaning on his hands as he looks back. ‘’You
are? Is it… because of me?’’ For some reason, Deku looks giddy at the thought
of having that kind of effect on Bakugou and he’s not having any of that. ‘’Oh,
yeah, you did feel hard when we rubbed up against each other.’’
‘’What the hell are you all happy about, freak? Just hurry up!’’
Bakugou shucks off his pants and boxers. His dick flaps out, aching as it
stands up proudly. Deku stares at it a little too long for Bakugou’s taste, so
he moves uneasily from side to side. ‘’What the fuck are you staring at? Touch
it or somethin’.’’
Preferably now.
‘’Oh, right!’’ Deku sits up properly and crawls on both hands and knees to
breach the slight space between them, ass high up in the air. ‘’Um,’’ he
stretches his hand toward it, leaning on his forearm while his face is in
direct line of sight with Bakugou’s painfully hard dick, scrutinizing it.
Deku’s breath ghosts against his erection and it makes Bakugou shudder. ‘’It—it
looks kind of dry?’’
‘’What?’’ Bakugou harps offended and somehow awkward with the way Deku
blatantly gawks at his little friend down under. He’s not a fan of feeling
overly self-conscious; being stared at while half-naked unnerves even him. And
that little jab at his manhood is not fucking cool either.
‘’No, it’s just—um.’’ Then Deku licks a broad wet stripe across the width of
his hand and grips Bakugou’s dick, sliding his hand down.
‘’Jesus fuck—‘’ the impulsive action is not something Bakugou has prepared
himself for. He clutches the back of Deku’s hair with his stained hand—so soft,
his fingers sink right through—and wrenches Deku’s head backwards, curves and
lines of his esophagus bared like an appetizer as Bakugou glares right into
thunderstruck eyes and gnarls out, ‘’Warn me first before you grab it,
doofus.’’
He nearly came apart right there and then.
‘’Sorry! I thought if I made my hand wet it would slide down easier. I was
right. Kacchan, you’re so thick.’’ Deku says once Bakugou loosens his grip, but
doesn’t let go entirely. He likes the sensation of Deku’s hair, that’s not a
crime, is it? And anything would feel big in a hand as small as Deku’s. ‘’I can
barely wrap my hand around it. Feels warm too. You’re twitching. Does it feel
good?’’
‘’You talk too much,’’ he groans. Moving his hips with the slow pace Deku has
set, but he wants more. ‘’Faster. Are you a fucking snail?’’
Obliging and quickening his pace, Deku twists his hand up and down, glides
across Bakugou’s heated skin while the bearer of it all groans quietly.
Sometimes Deku releases his dick and spits some more in his hand, wets his palm
thoroughly before gripping it again. ‘’You get harder right under my palm. It’s
so crazy. Feels weird, but also good? I think. I like it. Maybe it’s because
it’s Kacchan? How do you feel? You’re twitching like crazy much.’’ He glances
at Bakugou’s face. Bakugou’s cheeks have gone red, he knows, because he can
feel how hot his skin is, knows Deku’s the one doing it to him as his hand
pulls the mop of curly green hair beneath his fingertips whenever Deku goes
down to the base of Bakugou’s hard prick and drags a long trail upwards. He’s a
mess because of Deku. ''You’re breathing hard. Are you close?’’
Close? To what, exactly?
His balls pull taut.
Is he about to shoot his load too, that weird white sticky substance that’s
crisping on Deku’s soft thighs at the moment?
‘’Will—will you shutup,’’ Bakugou chokes, jerking his hips. ‘’Fuck. Right
there!’’ He tugs Deku’s hair, twines his fingers in the strands and watches the
way Deku’s ass jiggles when he braces himself on his free hand, unable to keep
up with the strain all the hair yanking puts on his body. Bakugou thinks about
how good it would be if he could bite that plump flesh of ass and stiffens
promptly, stomach coiling tight as white glop shoots out of his slit. ‘’Urg,’’
he groans, it’s like he’s on fire riding his throes out in Deku’s unrelenting
grasp while everything inside of him shakes and comes to life. He’s never felt
this fucking good.
If this is what sex’s like, Bakugou wants to do it all the fucking time.
‘’Ah,’’ Deku begins, staring at his coated hand. ‘’You let some out too. By the
way, did you grab my hair with that hand?’’ His nose crinkles at the white
stuff sticking to Bakugou’s right hand, the one he had used to hold onto Deku’s
hair. ‘’Gross?’’
‘’Get over yourself, prima donna,’’ Bakugou grumbles. ‘’It’s your stuff.’’ For
good measures, Bakugou combs his fingers through the valiant mess of curls. The
coating sticks on an array of strands. ‘’Wash it out, dumbass.’’
‘’But you—you were the first one to complain, Kacchan!’’
Deku seems to contemplate wiping Bakugou’s own secretion off on its owner, but
seems to think better of it once he catches sight of Bakugou’s narrowed eyes,
sharp like a bulldog who has seemingly read his intention right off his face.
Yeah, he better think twice.
Deku huffs, looks around for something to clean his hand with, but once he
finds nothing, simply wipes it on his leg. It’s more or less effective, but
there’s still some of the stuff that stubbornly clings to his hand.
‘’Why don’t you use your shirt, dipshit,’’ Bakugou says, watching the amusing
display in front of him.
‘’Because, mom’s going to wash my clothes. I don’t want her seeing… this. That
would be embarrassing, right?’’
‘’Then lick it off.’’
Deku pauses, looks up from his work toward the boy in front of him. Bakugou
makes sure to keep his face completely passive.
Without responding, Deku puts one index finger in his mouth where the ooze is
thickest and wraps his lips around it. Tongue running across the appendage.
Holy fuck—shit, he actually did it.
That should not look as hot as it does, by the way. Something stirs deep inside
his stomach again, this time much lower.
‘’It taste weird. Not bad. Salty?’’
‘’You’re nasty.’’
Deku blushes. ‘’You think?’’
Not really. ‘’Whatever.’’
Bakugou is probably just as nasty, since he thought it was hot.
They quickly clean up afterwards and Deku takes a shower once they’re done.
Bakugou isn’t sure what to do while he waits. He feels weird, the room has an
odd smell to it that it didn’t have before and it leaves him feeling slightly
sheepish and out of place. It’s not a good look on him, so he frowns as if he
could ward it off that way, convince himself there isn’t an underlying
agitation rumbling inside his core begging for his attention. Did they really
just have sex? Bakugou thinks it’s pretty unlikely, what with the way those
eighth graders had described the act as warm, wet and tight all together. While
this… whatever Bakugou and Deku had done, definitely had those components, they
were separate from one another. It felt warm and wet at some point and Bakugou
did feel tight, it’s just that they were loose parts of something bigger.
One thing is for sure.
Bakugou wants to do it again.
                                       …
They call the game ‘doctor and nurse’ whenever they want to play it.
Deku’s the first one to initiate the second time their hands dwell below their
pants when Bakugou comes over a week after their first time. Deku asks him
shyly if it’s okay ‘'to play last time’s game’’ while they’re in the middle of
playing Mariokart. Bakugou’s currently in first place with Browser as his
player and Deku’s somewhere far behind with his more insignificant character,
Luigi, trying to catch up with Bakugou and failing miserably as per usual and
Bakugou would be lying if he said he hasn’t been looking forward to touching
Deku ever since he became well acquainted with Deku’s dick.
He drags his eyes away from the game and shoots Deku a heated look. He calls
Deku a fucking pervertall while working Deku’s half-hard dick out of his sweats
and squeezing it at the same time.
He drags his fingers over the wrinkles and lines of flesh that smoothen
underneath his hand as it stiffens like a rod and uses his other hand to grab
Deku’s quivering right palm, placing it on his own crotch. ‘’Do mine too,’’ he
says, voice husky and Deku trembles while he adheres to Bakugou’s command.
They’re extra quiet today, because Deku’s mom is downstairs watching one of her
soap series like the good old housewife she is. So Deku makes these little
squeaks and clipped moans in the crook of Bakugou’s shoulder, mouth pressed
against the fabric of Bakugou’s hoodie in an attempt to suppress his voice,
because the fear of getting caught by someone sends cold chills down both of
their spines. It’s odd how they understand that this is something no one should
know about; like an inbuilt survival mechanism that makes the body gasp for air
when it gets the life choked out of it.
Bakugou shoves Deku back on the bed and presses one hand against Deku’s mouth,
trying to muffle the sounds even though Bakugou enjoys hearing them, and grinds
himself against the palm cupping him. Relishing in the way the texture of his
underwear chafes against his erection. He likes staring down at Deku like this,
flushed and freckles distinct against the red hue that colors his face,
sweating and shaking and needy for Bakugou.
Things begin to escalate over time.
They crave friction and warmth more than anything, so humping each other
becomes the norm. They’re like dogs in heat, really. At some point just using
their hands doesn’t cut it—isn’t enough—and Bakugou, with the odd desire to
feelDeku pressed up against him as if they couldn’t get close enough, ends up
rutting against Deku’s dick when they’re on top of each other on Deku’s bed
chasing the trail of tremors that kiss sweetened pathways down their backs.
It’s a direct correlation of sorts, from rubbing one out to grazing their bare
dicks against each other, that is.
Deku is hot—burning like a wild fire and Bakugou can feel it on the skin he’s
pushed up against toned legs. Feels the slick, hard pressure of something
simultaneously stiff and soft underneath him as he holds Deku’s legs apart,
thighs pressed flat on the bed while their dicks glide together; make wet,
squishing sounds whenever Bakugou moves; tremble from the slightest touch.
Deku’s stomach is oozing with the clear liquid stuff that keeps leaking from
their tips and Bakugou makes good use of it by using it to stroke their
erections.
He’s learning to understand the edges and contours that make up his childhood
friend. The way touching Deku’s rounded tip makes him shudder and gasp for
breath or how his balls tighten up especially when he’s close. The way his ribs
constrict and contract, ripple under his flesh whenever he moans and how his
face buries itself in the pillow beneath his head when the sensations that tear
an intricate road through his core become almost too much to bear. Watching
Deku from his towering position is like seeing a painting come to life. It’s
intoxicating and empowering. Bakugou feels like he’s Van Gogh on his first ever
masterpiece, trying to recreate beauty with his very fingertips and hoping it
will last. The imprints he leaves on Deku’s thighs, there where he has grabbed
him, and their combined extract that drops on the bedsheets are proof of his
existence.
That’s right.
Bakugou was here.
                                       …
‘’It’s called a hand job,’’ Deku discloses one night when Bakugou’s sleeping
over.
Somewhere down the hallway Bakugou can hear the light breathing of Ms.
Midoriya, who has nicely settled into dreamland. The lights are out already,
except for the small bedside lamp they’ve put on.
Deku has a creased tissue in his right hand that he’s using to wipe off the
left-over secretion dyeing his stomach an (appealing) shade of white. He seems
entirely too focused on the task at hand which is why Bakugou is surprised when
he hears Deku speak. Bakugou has just finished rubbing one out of Deku and is
still nursing a hard-on himself that, from the looks of it, isn’t planning on
going down any time soon. Taking the time to listen to Deku’s shit explanation
on what-the-fuck-ever that’s tearing road tracks through his overactive mind is
not on Bakugou’s to-do list today.
‘’The fuck are you on about now?’’ Bakugou asks, not that he actually wants to
know. For a matter of fact, Bakugou so does not want to know, he’s already
busying himself with trying to get Deku on topof him. Bakugou has got his
fingers in one of the many over-sized shirts Deku hoards—a blue one this
time—and yanks the shirt toward him so Deku tumbles into his lap. ‘’I wanna try
your thighs this time,’’ he whispers in the dead of night, curling one arm
around Deku’s waist. ‘’Squeeze them together, ‘kay? I’ll move.’’ Bakugou hoists
his slightly smaller friend up on his crotch, trying to position Deku in a way
that makes it easier for Bakugou to rut against his thighs. Deku’s not slick
enough though, so it won’t be easy.
Damn, he should’ve told Deku not to clean up just yet. Fuck, is his dick
aching. And the angle seems kind of awkward, but maybe if Deku went on all
fours…?
‘’I mean, what we do… with our hands, you know? It’s the same as what you did
just now. It’s a hand job. You grab the penis and rub it up and down until you
orgasm. An orgasm is the fluid we release. Although there are times people
orgasm dry and that’s when they don’t release any fluid. The fluid guys release
is called sperm, by the way. I read it on the internet,’’ Deku continues
undisturbed, letting Bakugou move and bend him to his liking. ‘’If you do it on
your own it’s called mas-tur-ba-tion,’’ he pronounces every syllable with care
like he’s their damn teacher Japanese. ‘’There are lots of ways to describe it;
beating the meat, jerking off, choking the chicken… Um.’’ It’s only when he’s
placed flat on his stomach with his thighs pulled up so his ass hovers in the
air and he’s easily accessible that Deku stops Bakugou with a hand on his
wrist, slightly turning around on his side to look over his shoulder. ‘’I also
read about other stuff.’’
‘’Are you shitting me?’’ Bakugou hisses quietly, a look on his face that makes
him appear constipated. ‘’Right now? You want to talk about that
right—fucking—now?’’
‘’Yeah, like,’’ Deku lightly pushes his arm away and Bakugou just lets him,
which is the biggest surprise ever if he’s particularly honest. He’s just
letting Deku do fuck all nowadays, huh? ‘’Lots of stuff. Really interesting
stuff. Um, but they were really detailed, so I didn’t get to read everything. I
was super nervous too.’’
‘’Hah? Don’t tell me… you read that shit on your mom’scomputer?’’
It’s the only one Deku has at home. Bakugou believes Deku at least knows better
than to read raunchy shit on places where grown-ups can catch him. Is Bakugou
wrong?
‘’I did, but I deleted the browser history! So, no worries.’’
Bakugou sighs.
‘’Anyway. I read something that looked like it could be fun and I want to try
it out. Are you up for it?’’
He narrows his eyes, disregarding the fact that yet again his knowledge on the
matter of sex pales in comparison to Deku’s, just so he can appease his erected
dick. ‘’Like what? You better not fuck me over either, you fuckwit, because I
swear to god—‘’
‘’No, no!’’ Deku promptly lowers his voice once he realizes how loud it was and
listens for a couple of quiet seconds for any sign of tapping feet. Even though
Ms. Midoriya knows Bakugou is sleeping over that still doesn’t give them the
freedom to be as noisy as they want, especially during midnight. Bakugou likes
to think he still has some manners left inside of him. When Deku’s sure she
hasn’t woken up, he resumes speaking, but this time a lot quieter. ‘’Nothing
like that, I promise.’’
‘’Tch.’’ He scowls between them. Bakugou can’t say he isn’t curious anymore,
not with the way his stomach just jolted after hearing that. ‘’Another thing,’’
he glances up. ‘’Did you read about sex while you were at it?’’
Might as well nip that one in the bud too.
‘’Oh, no, actually I forgot,’’ Deku smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his
head. ‘’Sorry?’’
‘’You lukewarm ball of shit.’’
‘’What I’m about to do is supposed to feel really good though!’’ Deku pledges,
trying to lift Bakugou’s piss poor mood. Deku’s eyes sparkle. ‘’Just sit over
there at the headrest, alright?’’
At this point Bakugou is willing to take anything as long as it gets him off.
He shoves Deku aside and moves up the bed before taking a seat in front of the
pillows, leaning back to get comfortable.
They stare each other down, Deku a little more nervous than usual as he wrings
his hands together. Deku tries smiling, but it just looks off while trembling
at the corners of his mouth. Then he moves Bakugou’s knees toward the sides, an
apology slipping from his lips as he wriggles between them, positioning himself
on his stomach and leaning on his forearms so he is face to dick with Bakugou’s
prick. He watches Deku as intently as Deku watches his hard-on fixed flat
against his belly. There’s a small frown marring his forehead while he stares,
analyses Bakugou’s girth and length as much as the lightening allows him to. It
almost appears as though Deku wants to memorize him—the way Bakugou looks when
he’s in the mood and needy and Bakugou’s insides quiver at the thought of
occupying even a tiny space of Deku’s mind.
Deku is so close, Bakugou can feel his breath ghost against his dick, how hot
and slightly moist it is as it brushes past him, how it makes him flinch as if
he just crossed the cusp of an active stun gun. Suddenly something warm and
slippery glides along the crown of his dick and Bakugou nearly chokes on air.
‘’Hmpf,’’ Bakugou moans with a set jaw, hips jerking up as he stares into wide
blown pupils surrounded by a thin circlet of dark green. Tongue! That fucking
nerd actual used his tongue to lickhim.
Deku is momentarily frozen as he tries to gauge Bakugou’s reaction, tongue
still poking out of his mouth. Is it time to stop or can Deku take Bakugou’s
silence as a green light?
What Deku discovers on Bakugou’s face apparently satisfies him, because he digs
right in again. This time dragging the breadth of his tongue across the entire
length in one fell swoop. Bakugou flinches and grabs a hold of the back of
Deku’s neck, arousal at its peak.
‘’What’s this called?’’ He rasps out, hips trembling.
‘’Blowjob.’’
Then Deku wraps his lips around the crown, sucks it into his mouth and Bakugou
just loses it.
‘’Urg—goddammit. Fuck!’’ He struggles to keep quiet, struggles even more to
keep from thrusting in and out of Deku’s mouth and fails on both accounts. He
can hardly hear the smothered gasps and is barely conscious of the way Deku
squeezes his thighs while he drives himself inside Deku’s wet heat. Deku’s
mouth is excruciating soft and the trace of firmness that Deku’s tongue adds to
his length, gyrating around, is enough to make him go insane. He groans
feverishly once he skims his fingers up into a mass of curls and propels his
dick jointly with the up-and-down movement of Deku’s mouth. Deku digs his nails
into Bakugou’s thighs and hollows out his cheeks, slurping up whatever ooze
slips from the seam of his dick. Their breathing is labored, somehow Bakugou’s
more so than Deku’s.
He’s trying his hardest just to focus on keeping his load in, but his hips have
a will of their own and slam in recurrently, bringing him toward the edge. The
only thing that keeps Bakugou from shoving his dick in to the hilt is the one
bone of concern Bakugou houses and seldom uses that’s worrying if it might be a
little too much for Deku to handle.
Lightly, Deku scrapes his teeth over the surface and nips at the skin. Bakugou
twists a fistful of hair while he ignores the muffled whine it induces from the
boy sucking him off. He sets both foot soles on the bed so he can steadily
thrust himself into Deku’s mouth. He feels the ridges of teeth skate over him
and every time it happens he flinches, stomach coiling and awaits the peculiar
sensation of sinew flesh to slide over him as if it is the balm to his wounds.
Bakugou is loud, he’s quite aware of how hard he has been groaning, but no
amount of gritting his jaw helps to quiet him down. Deku’s too focused on the
task of pushing Bakugou over his limit to really bother telling him to shut the
fuck up, but he does look at him from below his eyelashes, small mouth
stretched wide around his dick and there’s a spark—a glint or a flare—in those
‘mess me up’ eyes that quite literally make Bakugou wonder if Deku actually
enjoys having Bakugou worked up like an out of control ship missing its
captain.
Maybe Deku likes beingthe captain of the one-man ship called Bakugou Katsuki,
he’s not sure.
His dick is wet with spit and flushed hot. Bakugou is about to blow—or
according to Deku; orgasm, so he tugs on the strands between his fingers to
signal what’s to come. ‘’Oi, I’m almost there,’’ he croaks, grip loosening.
Deku releases his dick with a ‘pop’.A long line of drool slips down his chin as
he looks up. ‘’Want me to swallow?’’
‘’Jesus fucking Christ,’’ Bakugou groans. He hesitates, eyes narrowed as they
look at anything except for Deku. Finally, and a tad bit awkwardly, he directs
his sight back and asks, ‘’Do you wantto swallow?’’
Why the fuck does he even ask? He must be going crazy. Doing these things with
Deku is most definitely screwing with his wiring.
‘’It’s a part of you, so yes.’’
Oh.
Oh.
Deku sucks kisses down his prick and rounds it up with his tongue before
sliding it back into his mouth and sucking his dick like his life depends on
it. He swallows around it, holds the base with his index finger and thumb in
order to still the erratic twitching as the other hand rests on top of
Bakugou’s left thigh to keep his balance. He tongues the slit tentatively and
eases it around the edge of his foreskin, leaving Bakugou a quivering mess of
bones and tension. Lowly, Deku hums around his length and mouths his way up his
dick. He’s clumsy and inexperienced in the way Bakugou’s dick sometimes flops
out of his mouth and how Deku often than less goes down too far and chokes,
tears welling up in his eyes, but he’s eager nonetheless. He dives in
completely with a determination akin to how he relentlessly likes to trail
behind a perpetual pissed off Bakugou. It’s not a surprise, Bakugou thinks.
Deku’s not the type to give up easily.
Deku nuzzles his dick the next time it slip out, spit and sperm lining the side
of his cheek and nose. He fists the base and sucks on the head hard, suction
sounds filling the room as he goes.
He’s so dirty. The way he uncaringly smears Bakugou’s juices across his face
and slurps it up like it’s his last drink on death row. Bakugou can’t believe
it actually tastes that good. It’s just Deku who’s so… weird.
(And attractive.)
(And cute.)
(Shit. It’s driving him crazy. Seriously.)
Deku gives him one last suck and a short, tight squeeze around his dick. It’s
enough to propel him off the edge and into the hot haze of tremors and quivers
that rattle him bone deep, shooting his spermdown Deku’s throat. Bakugou
doesn’t expect him to take it all in and is therefore not surprised when some
of it dribbles past Deku’s lips and yet still, Deku swallows what he can like a
champ, so Bakugou at least thinks he deserves a small pat on the head. A-plus
for efforts.
Bakugou is still shaking when he falls back on the bed, breathing hard and
heart racing a mile a minute. Deku just stares at him from above, having
settled on his knees as he watches Bakugou as if he’s waiting for a
congratulatory price. What is he, a Golden Retriever? It almost looks like he
has a tail waggling behind his ass too, fuck.
Bakugou lets his eyes trace the kneeling boy in front of him, noting that his
dick is half hard already. And here Bakugou thought hisstamina was off the
charts. What the hell.
‘’Wipe your damn face, stupid nerd,’’ Bakugou says.
Deku uses the sleeve of his shirt to clean up his face, still watching Bakugou
expectantly.
‘’Why the fuck are ya looking at me like that, asswipe? Do you need a sticker
for a job well done?’’
‘’Did I?’’
‘’…Huh?’’
‘’Do a good job?’’ Again, Bakugou can swear there’s a tail swishing to-and-fro
behind Deku. He blinks just to make sure it’s a figment of his imagination.
‘’You… want me to… praiseyou?’’
‘’Will you?’’
‘’You fuckin’ shit on a platter, do I look like a senseito you?’’
Deku simply pouts.                     
What a dumbass.
‘’How can you even swallow that? No, whatever. Don’t care.’’ He stops speaking
and props himself up on an elbow, crooking one finger in a ‘come-hither’
motion. Deku obliges immediately and leans in closer with his face. Just like
that Bakugou closes the distance between them and touches their lips together,
using Deku’s moment of shock to force his tongue into his mouth. Stealing a
taste.
‘’Shit, that’s nasty as hell!’’ Bakugou hollers—quietly, of course. Can’t wake
up the old lady down the hallway. ‘’And you swallowed all of that? No wonder
you’re looking for a pat on the back. Damn.’’
Deku flushes up to his ears, eyes wide as he stutters out, ‘’Th—that’s ‘cause
it’s K—Kacchan. I l—like… Um—did we just kiss?’’ He finally manages to squeak
out.
‘’What, did you hate it?!’’ Bakugou already has his haunches up before anything
affirmative has been said.
‘’N—no, actually it’s the opposite!’’ He looks away bashfully, whispering,
‘’That was my first kiss. It was nice.’’
Bakugou feels his own cheeks start to burn and tries to mask it with a frown.
‘’D—don’t make such a big deal out of it, dumbass. Now you’re making me feel
uncomfortable.’’
His heart is doing a strange skip, so Bakugou throws himself down the bed again
and buries his face in the pillow. Trying to cover his embarrassment. ‘’Let’s
go sleep,’’ he murmurs against it. ‘’I’m beat.’’
Deku doesn’t waste any time to crawl next to his side. He ruffles the blankets
a little and throws it over them before snapping the light off. Their forearms
bump but he doesn’t move aside. ‘’Goodnight, Kacchan.’’
Bakugou grumbles in answer, desperately trying to shush the nut house rampaging
inside his chest.
(He’s positively going crazy, isn’t he?)
                                       …
Baths are no longer just baths when they’re together. Showers don’t elapse
quietly without the signature white goo slipping down the drainage. The games
they play aren’t reserved for the bedroom anymore; often times they sneak away
on their own to hide behind the bushes or in the school toilets just to get
each other off. Sometimes Deku blows him, sometimes Bakugou gives him a hand
job, but usually they rut against each other because the feeling of one body
pressed up against the other tops everything else.
The earth shakes when they’re together, so when Deku sneaks in a kiss on
alternating moments, Bakugou decides to let him.
                                       …
And just like that years go by.
                                       …
There’s something that has been bugging Bakugou for some time now. And no, it
isn’t trio dumb, dumber and dumbest clinging to Deku while they are supposed
tobe eating lunch instead of pissing themselves over a bunch of artificial
beach blonde bitches in various states of undress stuck inside a cheap magazine
that a pre-teen can get at the nearest supermarket. No—pe. What really lights a
fire up his ass is the giddy loser at the center of it all beet fucking red,
panties in a twist and hormones going through the wringer just becausehe has
come in contact with something inflatable and bouncy, Deku’s brain not with
counted, naturally, and they aren’t even real to begin with.
Now Bakugou has got a lot of reasons to be pissed off and Deku’s the cause for
all of them. In particularly, Bakugou and Deku haven’t messed around for over a
week now. Exams are coming up and Deku has been holding back on him big time.
Taking himself in hand to wrap it up quickly just doesn’t cut it anymore and
Bakugou has seen one too many cold showers to last him a fucking century.
Bakugou’s in need of some alone time with the sensitive one over there and it
doesn’t help when that bane of his existence is enjoying himself all too nicely
with unwanted people—whose names Bakugou can’t be bothered to remember—while he
suffers from a severe case of blue balls.
They’re third years in middle school sitting out on the fields on school
grounds, trying to fill their stomachs before the next bell snatches them back
to a boring English class with mister Loose Toupee, and Bakugou is in need of
Midoriya fucking Izuku.  
He gnaws on a mouth full of rice, stabbing a small spicy octopus with his
chopsticks as he glares at the group seated in front of him, attempting to get
his distaste across with a withering look. Usually, just looking at Deku would
be enough to get him to notice Bakugou. It’s like Deku has a Bakugou radar
between his eyebrows that goes off whenever he grants Deku some of his
attention, but fuck forbid it be today, because boobs size take the cake.
Apparently. And it’s not as if Bakugou especially wants to be noticed, it’s
just that he doesn’t like being ignored.
‘’Shitty nerd,’’ Bakugou grumbles under his breath, looking down at his lap.
With his front teeth, Bakugou tugs the octopus off the chopsticks and chews it
loudly. ‘’I hope you choke on spit.’’
He looks up from his lunchbox and catches sight of four pair of eyes, some
glistering with amusement and some confused. Feeling exposed on account of the
sudden scrutiny, Bakugou bears his teeth like a wild lion. ‘’What?!’’ He yells.
‘’Never seen a guy eat, you pieces of shits?’’
‘’No, it’s just that… it looks like you’re fighting… with your food,’’ the
shortest one, seated at the far left, says. ‘’You okay there, man?’’
Bakugou shoots his blazing gaze at Deku and mentally rejoices once Deku
flinches back. ‘’Fine,’’ he spits, swallowing his food. ‘’Fucking peachy.’’
‘’Aw, come on, dude. You look like someone sharted in your lunchbox—hey, check
this out,’’ the one at the right, leaning over Deku’s shoulder and a golden
knob in his left ear, gets up with the magazine and walks over to Bakugou.
‘’I’ll show ya something funny to lighten your shit mood.’’ Unannounced, his
classmate drops beside him and Bakugou notes the color in Deku’s face draining
away.
Curious, Bakugou lets his eyes slide down to the bundle of colorful papers held
in front of his eyes. The background is very homely. There’s a fireplace and a
couch, a small coffee side table and a large TV decorating the living room,
there are some lit candles on top of the table and Bakugou spots a small radio
near the windowsill, but none of that captures his attention quite as well as
the two men lying half naked on top of each other, clasped in a tight embrace.
They have completely covered the sofa with their hulking figures and are
intently focused on each other. Not much could be seen of the men except for
their defined back muscles, flexed pecs and sagging pants.
Slowly, Bakugou drags his eyes back toward the boy who he has, for addressing’s
sake, dubbed as Golden Earring.
‘’Gross, right? But nowadays they’ve got this shit posted, like, everywhere.’’
Bakugou’s eyes flit to Deku who has withdrawn into himself, gaze aimed at his
shoes.
‘’But at the same time it’s hilarious to see these faggots so into it. Can’t
help but laugh when you see something that disgusting.’’
Bakugou is deathly quiet when he speaks up, ‘’Hah?’’
The atmosphere changes in an instant.
Everyone is used to Bakugou’s explosive personality and though it’s still a
frightening experience, there’s something more terrifying about this side of
him. The one that speaks in a low voice, scowl forgotten and eyes grievously
cold. There’s the underlying thought of trying to watch out for land mines in
the desert just to end up as collateral damage because of a stray grenade that
comes to mind when witnessing Bakugou in this condition.
Golden Earring is up in arms without delay, one hand held in front of him with
the palm turned outward and magazine rumpled in a fist as he pleads his case,
‘’I—I just mean that it’s weird, you know? Two guys. Doing stuff like this,
like where’s the merit in it? Using asses to fuck is also disgusting, is what I
was going at?’’ He sounds unsure of himself.
Bakugou glances at the photo of the two men. It doesn’t repulse him in the same
way it does his classmates. To Bakugou, it doesn’t look any different than a
guy and a girl together minus the biological differences in body shape and
facial structure, obviously. He doesn’t get it and if there’s anything he can’t
stand, then it’s not understandinga subject.
‘’And so what,’’ he deadpans, chopsticks stalled in his lunchbox and eyes wide
and flat.
‘’Ah, no, Midoriya just seemed… interested, so…’’
Deku twitches in the corner of his eye.
So it weren’t bitches Deku was staring at, but assholes—no pun intended?
This loser nerd cut himoff for paper flakes? He has got some nerve on him!
But it’s fine, Bakugou internally sighs. He will deal with Deku later. More
importantly, right now, there’s someone else getting on his nerves.
‘’And so what,’’ he repeats, this time dropping his chopsticks into his lunch
and getting into Golden Earring’s face.
He squeaks. ‘’Wh—what are you getting so defensive for, Bakugou? I was talking
about Midoriya. Y—you’re acting as if you like him or something, having his
back like that. You don’t ever do that,’’ he laughs uncomfortably.
And that just shoots down the wrong pipe hole with Bakugou. Wrong enough to
have his cheeks flare up a distressing red, shock to dance over the group’s
faces once they’ve taken notice of Bakugou’s flushed one, his feet to haul him
up and his fist to uppercut Golden Earring more out of reflex than anything
else. His lunchbox clatters to the grass and the magazine is send flying along
with its owner.
‘’Kacchan!’’
Bakugou finds out about the operation of sex between two guys during third year
middle school. It’s also the same day he gets suspended for punching his
classmate’s tooth out. It’s not his first suspension and—spoiler alert—it won’t
be his last one either, but all in all, Bakugou believes it was a pretty
successful day.
Later that evening, Bakugou visits the Midoriya household with something on his
mind.
‘’Where’s your mom,’’ he asks as Deku leads him up the stairs and into his
room. Deku shuts the bedroom door behind him.
‘’Visiting a friend. She’ll be home a little later than usual...’’
That’s good, Bakugou thinks, dumping the contents of his groceries’ bag on top
of the bed. It would’ve been troublesome if she was next door for this.
‘’You’ve already showered?’’
Deku motionlessly stares at the freshly bought goods on his bed. ‘’Uh…’’
‘’Well?’’ Bakugou lifts an eyebrow up at Deku, waiting.
‘’I… have, but, Kacchan,’’ Deku wrings his hands together, shooting another
questioning glance at the topside of his bed. ‘’I told you about exams
and—what’s that on the bed?’’
‘’What’s there to be confused about, you freckled freak? You stupid andblind
too?’’
‘’I’m just trying to understand what is happening at the moment.’’
Bakugou rolls his eyes and sighs, apparently he’s going to have to spell it out
for him. ‘’We’re gonna have sex. That’s what’s happening. Hurry up and pull
down your pants already.’’
Deku leaps a centimeter into the air, face displaying his horror. ‘’Excuse me,
come again?’’
‘’The fuck are you making it so hard for? Hurry up.’’
‘’Eh?! No—no, wait! What’s this escalation? How did we go from point a,’’ Deku
uses both hands to point to his left side and swivels to point them to his
right side, eyes panicky. ‘’To point b? Are you not as confused as I am? Just a
moment ago you punched Sakamoto—’’
‘’Who?’’
‘’—and then—eh, ‘who’? It’s the boy with the golden earring. You really need to
learn the names of your classmates, Kacchan.’’ Whatever, it’s not like they’re
important enough to be remembered. ‘’Anyway, after you punched him, you were
suspended, left to go home, came over to my house and now you’re telling me we
should have s—sex? I haven’t even offered you tea yet and my mom just left.
This is way too sudden. Besides, we’ve never had sex before, so why now—I mean,
I’ve never had sex before. You too, right? And more importantly,’’ Deku’s
forest green eyes start to cloud. ‘’We’re both boys.’’
‘’Who the fuck wants tea,’’ Bakugou mutters in confusion, before sighing.
This is tiring him out more than needs to be.
‘’Doesn’t it gross you out, Kacchan?’’ Deku whispers, playing with his bitten
nails.
Deku is a little more muscled than when they were eleven. At fourteen, Deku has
gotten more meat on his bones and shape into his body, a lot stockier too.
Bakugou has felt up the light six pack notched into Deku’s midriff, has had his
fingers drag down Deku’s angular hips. Deku isn’t soft curves, but hard planes,
muscles and manliness. Bakugou doesn’t hate it, neither does he wish Deku was a
girl instead. Bakugou is smart and that’s exactly why he can’t understand why
it should matter whether someone has a dick or a vagina when it comes to—this.
Whatever this is, Bakugou has never believed Deku’s gender was going to stop
him from touching him. Feeling him. Holding him. Not back when they were
younger and not now. Bakugou only wanted to know how far they could go—how far
he could take them without falling apart.
‘’Does it gross you out?’’ He asks instead, arms crossed while he waits for an
answer.
Deku stares at him like a deer caught in headlights. He frowns as he bites his
bottom lip. For a moment Bakugou thinks Deku isn’t going to say anything and
that Bakugou has to nudge him a little harder to get a response, but then Deku
speaks up. ‘’It doesn’t, but that’s what I’m so worried about.’’ Deku’s smile
trembles around the corners of his mouth. ‘’I’ve never thought it was
disgusting. Not once. The truth is, I actually liked it and I liked it even
more because I was doing it with you. But two guys being like this is no good.
You heard them. It’s supposed to be gross, but I don’t think it’s gross.’’
Deku’s eyes well up. ‘’I don’t know how you feel about it, Kacchan. We’ve been
doing this for so long and I was just happy that you chose me… that I got to be
with you. I didn’t dare question you, because a part of me was afraid you’d
snap out of it and dump me. I didn’t want to be discarded by you… The worst
part is that I still want to have sex with you even though I’m told it’s
something disgusting. Kacchan, tell me, is something wrong with me?’’
His chest has considerably warmed up. If Deku wants to be with him this much,
doesn’t that just mean Deku likesBakugou? With his signature frown still in
place, Bakugou moves a hand toward his face to hide his mouth, because right
now there’s a grin trying to break free.
Fuck.
He’s happy.
Aside from Deku’s mental turmoil right now, Bakugou has become really happy.
And it almost seems surreal, the way Bakugou’s heart calls for his attention
while it rages a storm behind the protective cell of his rib cage. He feels
like he can move freely and breathe easily. It’s strange how Deku’s confession
has so much effect on him.
Bakugou has been waiting for it, he knows he’s been craving it. That kid has
been a significant piece in his life even before he could understand what made
a person significant to begin with, back when all he was, was instinct and
desire. Back when he was eleven and asked his dad if boys could have sex too.
He’s not sure where this will lead them to, but Bakugou doesn’t hate going
there with Deku.
He schools his face into a blank slate and moves his hand away. ‘’Something
that feels this good, can’t possibly be bad.’’
Deku’s mouth slightly opens, a surprised look on his face as he stares at
Bakugou.
‘’And I’ll prove it to ya,’’ Bakugou resumes. ‘’You wear your heart on your
sleeve, y’know? There are times I don’t know what you’re thinking and there are
times you’re so fucking obvious, I’d need to be brain-dead not to know what
you’re thinking. You seemed… upset today, after that shit with the magazine,’’
Bakugou sighs heavily, unaccustomed with being so nice. He can feel it taking
its toll on his mind. ‘’Blah, blah, blah, yadi-fucking-ya, shit happened and
then I thought I’d show you I was cool with being with you regardless of us
being guys, just so you’d stop looking like you’re about to cry. Then I checked
the internet, bought some stuff’n here I am.’’ Bakugou juts his chin toward the
bed. ‘’Those’re lube and condoms. We’re fucking tonight.’’
Deku covers his face with his hands, ears tinging pink. ‘’I’m so embarrassed
right now. D—do you have to be that blunt? At least try and be a little
romantic. It’s my first time.’’
‘’Are you going to hurry up and take your clothes off or am I gonna have to
repeat myself for the fourth time? I’m not a patient person.’’
‘’I know.’’
Bakugou narrows his eyes. Wisecracker.
‘’Seriously though,’’ Deku peeks between his fingers, still looking doubtful.
‘’Are you okay with me?’’
To prove it, Bakugou walks toward Deku and tangles his fingers in the back of
Deku’s hair while the other hand snags the obstacles in front of his face away,
pulling him in for a kiss. They’ve kissed a lot of times in the past three
years and their kisses have always been hot and heavy. Bakugou is all tongue
and teeth and Deku is completely pliant in his hands, easy to mold and
responsive in the way he pushes back—unfolds like soft rope between his
fingers—and sucks Bakugou’s tongue in as if it belongs there. He nips at Deku’s
top lip before he lets go.
‘’We good now?’’
Deku looks tipsy. ‘’We’re good,’’ he hums.
They shuck off garment after garment on their way to the bed. When they’re not
busy trying to get a shirt or a trouser off, they fill those sliver of moments
with pecks; brief kisses that get longer as time goes on. They’ve been naked
together plenty of times before, but knowing what awaits them hereafter is
enough to have them both high-strung and on edge.
‘’So,’’ Deku begins once he’s sprayed out on bed, lips red and raw from
Bakugou’s kisses. Bakugou grabs a hold of the bottom of Deku’s boxers and
swiftly pulls them down and off his feet. ‘’You’ve done this before?’’
‘’Fucking a guy? Nope.’’ Bakugou kicks off his own boxers.
‘’Oh. No. Right. Then, a girl?’’
‘’Nope.’’
Which isn’t strange. Bakugou’s not exactly at the age where he would have a
line of conquests under his belt. ‘’I told ya, I checked the internet.’’
He grabbles for the condoms and lube and makes to kneel between Deku’s legs,
first spreading them open. Deku eeps.
‘’D—did you feel embarrassed when you were looking things up,’’ Deku asks,
cheeks pinking as he looks at Bakugou’s hands. He’s nervous. His hands are
quivering as they squeeze the bed sheets and his shoulders are pulled up to his
head. His face is pinched and Bakugou can feel, if not hear, Deku’s heartbeat
racing underneath his skin. But what really gives Deku away, is the talking.
‘’Like, seeing stuff? Did it make you feel awkward? It’s hard to imagine
Kacchan feeling embarrassed.’’
Deku always blabs when he’s nervous.
Bakugou pauses and looks around. Then he leans over and grabs one of the
pillows near the headboard. Deku stiffens at the closeness, but he doesn’t
move, simply breathes as his eyes become double their seize taking in Bakugou’s
pale skin on close-up. With the pillow in hand, Bakugou hoists Deku’s hips up
and props the pillow under his lower back, lube and condoms clumsily in his
grip.
Deku watches him quizzically, an unspoken question in his eyes.
‘’It’s better this way,’’ Bakugou explains. ‘’For you, I mean. Keep your legs
open, alright?’’
‘’Oh. I see,’’ Deku bites his lips, but Bakugou can see them twitching into a
smile, so he rolls his eyes.
Although he refrains from commenting on it, knowing there’s something else he
needs to do.
‘’Listen clearly, shitty Deku. Since you can’t be bothered to educate yourself,
I’m going to fill you in.’’ Literally,but that’s for later. ‘’What we’re going
to do isn’t completely the same as what we got in Sex Ed, year two. Guys don’t
naturally lubricate, so I’m going to use this shit over here,’’ Bakugou holds
up the lube for Deku. ‘’To get you wet, okay? I’ll use my fingers to stretch
you open and I’ll add more as we go, ‘cause you need to be wide enough for my
dick. Afterwards, you’re going to tell me if you feel ready. If you give me the
go, I’ll put on a condom and put it inside of you. Cool?’’
‘’I’m… amazed.’’
He scowls. What, amazed at his intelligence? Isn’t being smart just a given
when it comes to Bakugou?
‘’You’re so nice, I feel like I’m dreaming.’’
Bakugou uneasily clenches his jaw. He’s not feeling shy, dammit!
‘’That’s ‘cause if you get hurt, I’ll never hear the end of it. You’d bitch
until your mom finds out, your mom will tell my mom and I don’t want to deal
with that.’’
‘’Honestly, um—don’t take this the hard way—but Kacchan, the fear of getting
tattled on has never stopped you from acting like an asshole.’’
He freezes. His mouth opens, but closes again, unsatisfied with what wanted to
come out. Unbeknownst to Bakugou, his scowl is pulling away from his face as he
answers honestly… for once.
‘’Everything is different now.’’
They stare at each other. Both coming to the silent agreement that no words
need to be said in order to fully understand the weight behind Bakugou’s words.
While Bakugou sometimes has trouble figuring Deku out, Deku somehow always
knows what Bakugou is thinking.
It’s admittedly unnerving being at the mercy of someone that unpredictable and
small.  
‘’Okay,’’ Deku says, smiling. ‘’Okay.’’
And so, Bakugou lets go of the condoms and snaps open the bottle of lube,
wetting his index finger thoroughly as he holds one of Deku’s thighs up. ‘’Get
ready,’’ Bakugou grunts, bringing his coated finger to the ring of puckered
muscle and rubbing against it. ‘’Hold it up, will ya?’’ He gives Deku’s aloft
leg a short squeeze to point out what he was talking about.
Deku flinches as Bakugou follows the line of his brim. It’s firm. Even without
entering yet, Bakugou can tell it’s going to be a tight fit. He grabs the lube
with his left hand and dumps a generous amount on his gyrating finger, smearing
Deku’s asshole up. He has freckles aligning the inside of his cheeks and they
gleam a little darker upon accidental contact with the lubrication. ‘’I’m going
in,’’ he murmurs, pushing one ass cheek aside so he can better see what he’s
doing, inspecting his own actions. Deku’s puckered hole opens up for him as he
slides the stub of his finger in. ‘’Tight,’’ Bakugou groans, feeling the muscle
pinch his finger. It’s easier around the entrance, but once he slowly pushes
forward, Bakugou starts to really feel the tightness clenching him. ‘’You’re
really fucking narrow inside.’’
‘’Feels… weird,’’ Deku breaths, twitching as Bakugou sinks in. ‘’Doesn’t hurt.
Just. Different,’’ he moans.
Bakugou shoves his finger in as far as his knuckle, before pulling back until
his finger is the only thing lingering inside, thumb resting against Deku’s
inner thigh. He’ll let Deku get used to this first, slowly ease into it and
wriggle around to enlarge the space and make room for an extra finger.
Steadily, Bakugou begins thrusting his finger in and out, keeping an heedful
eye on the boy underneath him.
Deku’s not particularly vocal today, but he’s moving to the drum of Bakugou’s
beat, rolling his hips as Bakugou rotates his finger inside of him, rubbing
circles into Deku’s cramped hole. It swallows his finger perfectly and Bakugou
uses a second one to tease the edge of the ring, sticky and wet with lube and
eager to join its friend. Deku’s dick is hard, so Bakugou thinks he’s at least
doing something right to get Deku ever-so turned on, even though he doesn’t get
to hear it aloud. Feeling confident, Bakugou pushes a second finger in, but
Deku tenses up immediately.
‘’Too much?’’ Bakugou asks with two fingers inside.
‘’A little. Could you maybe… touch me, too?’’
His eyes drop down to Deku’s rock hard prick, untouched ever since they
started. Usually it’s the first thing Bakugou grabs when they’re alone and
horny, always going for the peak that awaits them at the end of the line.
Bakugou wraps his fingers around it and gives it a short squeeze, making Deku
moan. ‘’Better?’’ Bakugou pulls it lightly, foreskin bunching up.
‘’Yeah,’’ Deku sighs. ‘’Please continue.’’
Together with his hand around Deku’s dick and fingers deep inside of him,
Bakugou begins moving, curling his appendages then and tracing the way it
causes Deku to jerk up, mouth dropping open in a silent gasp. ‘’Right there!’’
Deku yelps, grabbing Bakugou’s forearm to still him. ‘’Feels good if you touch
me there.’’
‘’Calm down, dumbass. I got it.’’
He presses that place and Deku shivers in response. That has got to be the g-
spot Bakugou read about. Might as well have fun with it. He strokes against it,
adding more pressure than what he originally had in mind. He moves his fingers
in a little faster, making sure to brush against that sweet spot and jerk Deku
off at the same time. Relishing in the way it has Deku thrashing on the bed,
eyes wide and nails digging into Bakugou’s skin. Deku makes a sharp, guttural
sound as he curves his back, attempting to keep up with the sudden speed
Bakugou has added to the flow of his fingers. There’s the sound Bakugou has
been waiting for!
He drives them in and out fast, making the conscious decision to scissor Deku
while he tries distracting him from any possible discomfort by twisting and
pulling his dick. Damn, is Bakugou hard. Deku is a royal mess right now,
panting and riding his fingers as Bakugou slicks him up and it’s getting
increasingly harder for Bakugou to hold back.
Deku’s walls don’t resist as much as they used too; he feels relaxed. ‘’Oi,
talk to me, Deku. You ready yet?’’
‘’I—‘’ he gasps. ‘’I think so. I think you can put it in.’’
He pulls his fingers out with a schelpp, a wisp of slick trailing behind.
Bakugou grapples for the condoms and tears one off with his teeth, quickly
opening it and rolling it over his dick the way he has seen it done in class on
a make-shift one. He makes sure to coat his dick with lube too. Then Bakugou
drags Deku down the pillow propping his ass up and forces his thighs to lie
down flat on the bed. Flexible, Bakugou notes momentarily. Deku doesn’t appear
hurt with his legs bent like that. Something interesting to note for the next
time.
He positions himself at Deku’s entrance, tip kissing his blushing hole.
It’s all red after all the stimulation. It’s pretty tantalizing to look at.
‘’Don’t stare so long, Kacchan,’’ Deku voices, shifting in place and nervously
adding, ‘’Are you going to put it in already?’’
‘’Don’t ride me so hard, for fuck’s sake. I’m getting there, dammit!’’ Bakugou
snarls, feeling the nerves coming up, but refusing to show it. One ball of
anxiety is more than enough for the both of them. And anyway, ‘’You want me to
keep touching this?’’ He gives a tug on Deku’s dick, startling him.
‘’I—if you don’t mind.’’
‘’’S’cool.’’
And then Bakugou pushes all the way in, because he’s a firm believer that
pulling the band-aid off in one go is less painful than slowly tearing it off.
(Also, Bakugou is really not a patient guy. So…)
‘’Ah!’’ Deku cries out, hands pinching Bakugou’s arms.
‘’Fuck,’’ Bakugou groans in tandem, more because of the hot, tight and wet
sensation encasing his dick than the barely there sting in his arms. He hides
his face in the crook of Deku’s neck, straining to keep from ramming in like a
well-oiled machine. ‘’Shit, I’m moving.’’
‘’N—no, not yet. Too much. G—give me a moment.’’
‘’What,’’ he groans outraged, though he doesn’t move, because Bakugou isn’t
that much of an asshole, okay? Only that he sort of is, which is why he’s
biting Deku’s neck as of nowin order to channel his rabid-like instincts into
something less internally damaging. There’s just so much Bakugou can bring
himself to do here. Give him a break. ‘’Hurry up and get used to it!’’
Deku winces at the pain both from his neck and his ass, Bakugou gathers. ‘’Eh?
I—isn’t that request a little unreasonable?’’
He soothes the teeth marks and the growing bruise with a lap of his tongue.
There. Isn’t he just fucking nice? ‘’I really wanna go, like, right ‘bout
now,’’ Bakugou slurs. ‘’You can fuck my back up,’’ he nips at the heap of
freckles decorating Deku’s top shoulder as if his skin is an evening sky
fraught with stars. ‘’Scratch me open, or somethin’,’’ sinks his teeth into the
smooth flesh and Deku twitches again. ‘’Channel it. I’ll take it. What-the-
fuck-ever. Just let me fuck you in return, Deku.’’
‘’Hearing you this desperate is actually really hot, Kacchan,’’ Deku laughs.
Yeah, he can laugh all he wants.
He seems to accept Bakugou’s offer, because his hands slide from his forearms
up to his back and press down. Until their chests touch. They’ve never been
this close before. Not with Bakugou inside him. ‘’I’m moving,’’ and when he
doesn’t get a rejection, Bakugou actual does begin to move.
He drives a solid, slow pace as the breathless boy clinging to Bakugou runs his
nails down his back, not deep enough to draw blood, but Bakugou is sure it has
left some marks on him. He has been leaning most of his weight on the hands
that are holding Deku’s thighs down, but it’s hard to get his bearings this
way, so Bakugou props himself up with his arms by placing them next to Deku’s
head, giving himself proper purchase and plenty room to make-out. And that’s
exactly what he does. Deku’s lips beckon him, if he’s being honest, slightly
parted as they are, moist because of Deku’s warm breath and lightly chapped.
They’re a meal Bakugou can’t possibly ignore.
Deku welcomes him in, tongues dancing a familiar, languid waltz as Bakugou
stirs his insides. He bites Deku’s bottom lip until it swells up inside his
mouth and Deku moans, eyes squeezed shut as he receives every roll and rock of
Bakugou’s hips even when Bakugou steadily builds up the speed, slamming in
harder the longer he’s inside. ‘’Kacchan!’’ Deku mewls, scooting up the bed as
an especially hard thrust sends him skittering. He angles up toward the spot he
had touched just minutes ago, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that has
surely been boiling inside Deku’s core.
Sex is way better than he had heard. Bakugou is panting hard. His dick is
throbbing and he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last. As a matter of
fact, he can already feel himself reaching the edge.
Refusing to be only one coming undone, Bakugou lifts himself up on one hand and
searches for Deku’s pulsating prick with the other. With his hand wrapped
around it, Bakugou waste no time dragging his palm across with the joint speed
of his thrusting hips.
‘’Uhng, Kacchan,’’ Deku gasps, desperately trying to keep up. ‘’It feels so
good. Right there, ugh!’’
Hot seed spills all over Bakugou’s fist. Shortly after Bakugou rides out his
own orgasm, groaning against Deku’s chest while he spills inside the condom.
Spent, Bakugou drops on top of Deku.
‘’Kacchan,’’ Deku heaves, arms sagging to his sides. He’s silent for a long
time, simply laying there like a sack of potatoes and Bakugou takes pity on
him, so he reluctantly rolls over to the empty side of the bed. Deku winces
once he slips out of him.
Bakugou is still wearing the condom. Better get that off before the lady of the
house shows up and catches them red handed. Throughout the years there have
been several times when they were almost caught and Bakugou hates to imagine
how Ms. Midoriya would react if she found out Bakugou had just fucked her son
into speechlessness.
‘’I think I might be gay,’’ Deku finally says.
‘’No shit, Sherlock.’’
‘’To be exact, I think I might be gay for you, I mean, I like guys, but I love
you.’’
He sighs, closing his eyes and turning over so he’s facing away from Deku. He
doesn’t want Deku to see the look on his face right now. ‘’No problem,’’
Bakugou replies.
He senses a short breeze brush against his back and then something warm. A
cheek.
To think this is where Bakugou would end up; semi-cuddling in Deku’s bed while
basking in the afterglow of sex.
(Oh, how the mighty have fallen.)
‘’Get dressed, shitty nerd,’’ Bakugou sighs, resigning himself to his fate.
Deku hums. Bakugou swears he can hear the smile in his voice the next time he
speaks.
‘’…In a minute.’’
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