Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11565687. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia Relationship: Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku Character: Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku Additional Tags: Teasing, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex Collections: BakuDeku_Week_2k17 Stats: Published: 2017-07-21 Words: 1350 ****** Popsicles ****** by battle_goats Summary Deku is testing Katsuki's patience with nothing more than a popsicle. Notes BakuDeku Week Day 7: Popsicles & Lust Deku was going to die for this.  He was lounging on one of the common room sofas, feet propped up on Uraraka’s lap.  And sucking down a popsicle.  Full on deepthroating the fucking thing.  Katsuki wanted to walk over there and give Deku something to actually choke on.  Knowing Deku, he didn’t even realize that he was giving Katsuki the worst boner of his life, with a stupid fucking bright orange popsicle. Katsuki tried to casually adjust himself in his shorts.  No one needed to know he had a raging hard on right now.  He didn’t need to hear it from the likes of Pikachu or fucking perv-grapes.  He set down the magazine he’d been reading and tried to use it to hide behind.  He turned his attention to the game Kirishima and Ashido were passionately playing.  He wasn’t sure how playing some  two- player game could get them so riled up. All forms of competitive Mario had been banned from the dorm only a month into the school’s transition into a boarding school.  Then again, no one knew that bird-face could get intense over fucking Mario Party.  It had been a revelation. Uraraka giggled over something on her phone and turned to show it to Deku.  Who was still molesting the damned thing.  He was licking up the side of it now, and it was entirely too obscene.  Katsuki wasn’t so sure he didn’t know what he was doing.  He shifted in his seat and ignored Icy-Hot, who was reading some novel on the other end of the couch.  Well, now Icy-Hot was staring at him. “Problem, Bakugou?” he asked when Katsuki snarled at him.  Katsuki’s hands smoked. “No!  Fuck off!” Uraraka and Deku laughed and Katsuki’s head swiveled back to look at the two.  Deku was basically face-fucking himself with the popsicle and Katsuki wanted to die.  Or hide in his room and furiously fuck his own fist until he was satisfied.  The tip of the popsicle rested against Deku’s plush bottom lip.  He blinked and glanced over at Katsuki.  He turned his head ever so slightly to make proper eye contact.  His tongue flicked out and licked around the popsicle before it slid back into his mouth completely. Deku was so dead. The little shit was doing it on purpose.  The whole time.  Teasing Katsuki with his display.  The fucker had been putting on a show.  Katsuki was going to kill him.  Katsuki hopped up and made to walk out of the common room. “Have fun,” Icy-hot said.  Katsuki wanted to kill him too.  He did not need the sarcasm right now. Katsuki made sure to pass behind Deku, and stroked his fingertips across the back of his neck.  He watched Deku jump and shiver in response.  Katsuki nodded towards the elevators, and Deku nodded in understanding. As soon as he was alone in his room, Katsuki ripped his clothes off and reached for his cock.  The first touch of his hand was relief, but he didn’t want to cum, not until he had Deku on his knees so he could fill his mouth with it.  Or paint his face.  Whichever was more appealing at the time. He sat on his bed and slowly stroked himself while he waited.  There was a thud on the other side of his door and Deku yanked it open and stepped inside.  He grinned the moment he saw Katsuki. “Is Kacchan all excited to see me?” he asked in a teasing voice.  Katsuki scowled at him. “This is your fucking fault, now take responsibility,” he snapped.  Deku laughed and stripped out of his clothes as he stepped closer.  He kicked off his boxers and knelt between Katsuki’s spread legs.  He took Katsuki in hand and licked at the head. “Kacchan tastes better than any popsicle,” he said.  Katsuki growled and gripped Deku by the hair and pushed his head forward.  Deku’s lips slid wetly over his cock and he let out a long sigh. “That’s it, take it all, I know you’ve been hungry for my cock.  Sucking that popsicle as if it could possibly compare to the real thing.” Deku worked his cock perfectly, and Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to last very long.  He’d been worked up too much.  Deku seemed to realize this too because he pulled off Katsuki’s cock and stroked it with a hand and looked up at him. “How do you want it?” he asked.  Katsuki studied Deku’s deceptively innocent face for a moment.  His round cheeks and big green eyes that sparked with mischief.  He pushed Deku’s fringe from his face. “I’m gonna paint your face and hide those pretty freckles of yours.” Deku grinned and went back to sucking Katsuki’s cock.  He swore and pulled at Deku’s hair as he came.  Deku managed to pull off in time for his cum to land over his cheeks and lips.  Deku licked his lips clean and Katsuki dragged him up for a deep kiss.  He pulled away and shoved Deku on to the bed.  Katsuki pushed Deku’s powerful legs apart and reached for the lube he kept in his bedside table. “Finger yourself,” he ordered.  Deku took the lube from Katsuki’s hands and slicked up his fingers.  He started slow, with just one, working the digit into his hole at an incredibly slow pace.  He eventually slid a second finger in, and Katsuki watched Deku’s cock twitch and drip pre-come. A third finger was added and Deku fucked himself on his fingers, moaning desperately. “Ah - Kacchan - please, oh, please Kacchan,” he begged.  Katsuki wiped some of his drying cum from Deku’s cheeks and shoved his finger into Deku’s mouth.  Deku sucked the finger clean. “You ready for my cock, Deku?” he asked.  Deku nodded.  He slid his fingers out and laid out on the bed, which his legs tucked up to his chest, leaving his hole exposed to Katsuki. He was hard again and a condom was applied to his cock and slicked up with more lube.  Katsuki pushed in slowly, feeling Deku stretch around him “Fuck, yes,” he hissed.  Katsuki was fully seated in him and waited a moment. “Is this what you wanted?  For me to fuck you?” “Yeah,” Deku breathed.  Katsuki leaned forward and kissed him again. “What a slutty Deku, so desperate for me, he can’t even use his words to ask for my cock.” Deku whimpered as Katsuki began to slowly thrust into him.  Deku wrapped his legs around Katsuki’s waist and his arms around his neck to bring them as close together as possible. “More, Kacchan, more!” Katsuki thrust a little harder, listening to Deku’s moans in his ear.  He pulled on Deku’s hair to expose the column of his throat.  He bit down and Deku’s back arched as he came.  His mouth agape, not a sound escaping it.  Katsuki fucked into him faster, chasing his own orgasm as Deku went slack and whimpered from the overstimulation of every thrust. He finally came, gasping into Deku’s shoulder.  He lay atop Deku for several moments as his heart calmed, and the fog in his brain receded.  Katsuki pulled out and disposed of the condom. Deku was covered in drying cum, but didn’t seem to want to move, so Katsuki pulled his shorts back on and slipped into the bathroom for a washcloth.  He cleaned Deku up, and as soon as he was done, Deku curled into him. “You know, all you have to do is ask.  You don’t have to tease me like that,” Katsuki said.  His fingers were tangled in Deku’s hair again. “I know, but it’s not nearly as much fun.” Katsuki sighed. “Everyone knows we fucked, don’t they?” Deku just laughed. “Oh, definitely.  The popsicle was actually Uraraka-chan’s idea,” he said.  Katsuki froze. “Seriously?” “Yep.  She insisted that you wouldn’t be able to resist it,” Deku told him with a laugh. “I can’t believe she was right.” “God, and I thought my friends gave me shit,” Katsuki muttered.  He rolled over onto his side, and partially smothered Deku under his weight. “Now shut up and nap until dinner.” Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!