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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Comfort/Angst, Past_Rape/Non-con, Porn_With_Plot, Comfort, First
      Time, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Bakugo_getting_secretly_angsty_and
      worried_about_Midoriya
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-13 Completed: 2018-02-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8665
****** To Mend A Hero ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     After being attacked by Shigaraki, Midoriya has been recovering.
     A week has gone by and Bakugo is obviously concerned about it.
Notes
     If you want the dark details of the events before now, here’s the
     link. Warning, it does include rape and blackmail so please be
     cautious.
***** Help *****
A week had gone by.
A week of an unnaturally silent Midoriya.
His mother did not suspect. She thought he was just tired and worn from a long
day of shopping with his friends, and perhaps finally knocking out after such a
harsh exam that had taken so much out of him. Not like Midoriya would tell her
the truth anyway.
Midoriya, through harsh and heavy breaths, a hand clenched around the fabric of
Bakugo’s shirt, his nails scratching his skin, had asked him to not say a word.
And although Bakugo was tempted to refuse, show a slight bit of compassion and
tell him to go to All Might,, he did not. Knowing only shame would come to the
childhood friend, only nightmares and memories Bakugo knew Midoriya would
rather forget.
Bakugo, although acting his usual cold and uncaring self, had taken the
tendency to visit Midoriya. Almost as if he wanted to check up on him.
But this was not in the normal way of course, he did not want Midoriya’s mother
to be suspicious of him. Even she knew that he had given distance between
himself and Midoriya, and it would only cause unwanted concern.
It mostly came with him creeping in through Midoriya’s window, although usually
surprising him everytime he did so. He was always on the edge after all, always
thinking that it maybe someone else who was trying to get in.
It was a stroke of luck that summer holidays had begun, otherwise Midoriya and
Bakugo were both not sure if he could even handle being surrounded by a crowd.
And sometimes Bakugo could recall it.
He had secretly been shopping that day, wanting his own summer camp supplies
but not wanting to be affiliated with the losers who had thought up the idea in
the first place.
He had then saw it, a fearing Midoriya, being held by the neck of a stranger.
Bakugo could have sworn that if he had not recognised the boy’s face in the
crowd, he would have never stopped what was to happen next.
In fact, he could have stopped it, if he had only kept up with the two. But he
lost them in the crowd and although Bakugo strained to look for any hooded
figure and a messy fuzz of hair, he could not find him.
As each minute and second went by, Bakugo knew it was only leaving Midoriya in
more danger. He had to find where they were, it would be too late if he were to
call the police, not like he would ever think of doing so.
Soon he realised the attacker would want to be away from the crowd, after all,
the more people are the more likely someone would catch on. It did not take
long for him to find that bathroom, unclean and having graffiti all over the
walls and stalls. And there was only one stall that was locked, and Bakugo had
an unnerving feeling that he found the spot.
It was a blur what happened next, Bakugo could recall he had stayed calm yet
obviously angered by the scene before him in that stall. The dangerous villain
Shigaraki about to have his way with Midoriya. After that he could only recall
guiding Midoriya out of the bathrooms and the shopping area as quickly as
possible, rushing down alleyways to keep eyes on the pale and unfocused high
schooler.
Bakugo had dropped Midoriya home, his mum not home luckily.
He knew he could not stay, he knew he would only remind Midoriya of what had
just occurred. He would stay away, at least for a day, but he would not lose
track of the childhood friend.
He had dumped the mess on his bed, nearing the bedroom door Bakugo had said,
“Clean yourself up. And call if you need anything.”
There was a burning throughout this whole occurrence. A fire that burned in his
brain and chest. He wanted to do something. He wanted to kick that disgusting
piece of shit asshole motherfucker where the sun don’t shine so he would never
touch Midoriya ever again. But he knew he could not do it.
Although he was driven by such anger and animosity, common sense still washed
parts away. He was a high schooler, a first year at that. It was a miracle
Shigaraki had given up there and had not started a fight, and Bakugo had a dark
feeling that he would have never win. Besides, he had no idea where to look for
the fucking rapist. No clue at all.
All he could do, as much as he hated to think such, was look out for Midoriya
and make sure that he would not be attacked or come to hurt himself.
So a week went past, Bakugo visiting everyday at least once, climbing up the
building to Midoriya’s window and creeping inside, usually welcomed by a more
than usually timid and quiet Midoriya.
Bakugo did not try to cheer him up, he did not know how. Instead he only
distracted him, bringing comics and magazines featuring all of his favourite
heros.
Finally, on the evening a week after the event, in the late Friday afternoon,
Bakugo’s phone rang.
He had lifted up the screen to see ‘Midoriya Izuku’ was the caller. In any
other instance he would wait until a few more dials but the past week he had
been on edge, and Midoriya had never called him by phone before now as Bkugo
was the one to decide whether he would visit.
He answered it straight away, trying to hide concern as he said a ‘hello’.
“K-Kacchan?”
“Yeah? What is it Deku?” There was silence for a moment and Bakugo felt himself
get up from his bed. “Is there something wrong Deku?”
“Ah . . . Um  . . .” He could hear it, the nervousness, the anxiety.
“Spit it out already.” Bakuo said, not wanting to waste time.
“Ah . . . Uh . . . M-My mum . . . She’s um, going out for the w-weekend with
friends and . . .” He could hear the shuffling of something in the background.
Bakugo could almost imagine Midoriya lying in bed, trying to fall asleep
instead of stay awake. “Uh . . . C-Can you . . . Um  . . . Come over, please?”
“Fine.” Bakugo muttered, getting his backpack from the side of the room. “I’ll
go through the front, I’ll be there in a bit.”
“O-Ok.”
Bakugo had arrived in no time, as they were quite close by and Midoriya
welcomed him with thanks. But neither said much after that. Midoriya offered
drinks and snacks but Bakugo refused both. And then they settled in Midoriya’s
room. Bakugo reading through a magazine he had found on Midoriya’s floor,
sitting on the carpet and Midoriya awkwardly sitting on his bed, reading over
Bakugo’s shoulder. A strained silence filling the room. This quiet did not last
for long, however, as Midoriya finally gave up and broke it.
“L-Listen Kacchan.” Midoriya said, his voice shaky.
Bakugo looked up to Midoriya, his face calm. He did not intend to be harsh for
now at least.
“W-Why are you doing all of this for me? I mean I-”
“Do I need a reason?” Bakugo interrupted. His eyebrows in his usual frown as he
crossed his arms over his chest.
“What? Uh . .  I guess not, but why are you doing all of this-”
“Do you really think I’m that much of a prick that I’ll leave a fucking loser
like you alone after the shit that happened? Are you really that much of an
idiot?” Bakugo said, his voice strong and loud, so much louder in volume from
Midoriya’s.
“What? No, I understand that but-”
“So you’re thinking I really am a prick, huh?” Bakugo’s nose wrinkled as he got
to his feet. “I might be a asshole but I’m not a fucking heartless one.”
With that Bakugo turned his back, taking steps to the door.
“Wha- Wait! K-Kacchan, don’t leave!” Midoriya said desperately, climbing off
his bed hurriedly and taking a grip on the sleeve of Bakugo’s shirt. “I-
I didn’t mean it like-”
“Do you really think I’m that much of a monster?” Bakugo asked, his head still
turned away. But as Midoriya looked down out of shame, his eyes caught onto the
blonde’s fist which were turning white from how hard he was clenching them.
“No, Kacchan.” Midoriya said and for the first time his voice sounded strong.
“I-It’s just . . . It’s just you’ve never done anything like this before.”
Bakugo turned around and although his face mirrored his calm demeanor when he
was not usually spitting insults, his eyes were crinkled and glaring with
spite.
For a moment Midoriya faltered, feeling like a fool for bothering and annoying
Bakugo who gave him such rare kindness.
“I found you in that mess.” Bakugo began, his sharp red eyes staring harshly
down onto Midoriya’s own, so much so Midoriya wanted to look away. “And since
you don’t want anyone else to know, who else is supposed to look after your
sorry ass? Besides, as I said, I don’t need a reason.”
Midoriya nodded, finally looking away. Swallowing in his dry throat as his eyes
darted around the carpet. “I . . . I really am grateful, Kacchan.” Midoriya
murmured. “I . . . I d-don’t know what would have happened . . . I-If no one
found me.”
Bakugo’s hand rose from where it had burrowed into the pocket of his pants,
coming to rest on Midoriya’s chin before lifting his face up to look at him.
Midoriya was tearing up, his wide eyes half closed and squinting as he strained
to stop glistening tears from falling from his lashes. His bottom lip trembled
and his eyes darted between Bakugo’s. As if searching for something.
“I-I-I could have been killed, K-Kacchan. O-Or worse, I . . . I could’ve, I
could’ve been . . .” Midoriya sniffed, tugging his sleeve over his hand to rub
his nose of snot. “A-And I-I couldn’t do a-a-anything.”
“Hey, nerd listen-”
“He threatened civilians Kacchan.” It was Bakugo’s turn to be quiet, and be
interrupted. Midoriya’s shoulders began to shake, and he was now breathing
through his mouth. “H-He said. . . If-If I didn’t obey . . . H-He would’ve. . .
 Would’ve hurt and killed all. . . All those people. I-I-Innocent people,
Kacchan.”
“Deku, really you don’t have to-”
“But I do Kacchan. I do.” Midoriya interrupted again. “I-I want y-y-you to un-
understand completely. Cos . . . I don’t think you understand.”
Bakugo stayed silent at that. It had crossed his mind, why had Midoriya not
just used his quirk and escape. He could do that at least, although perhaps
with the sacrifice of injured limb or two.
“Deku, that’s enough, I get it-”
“J-Just let me f-f-finish.” Midoriya said, his words faulty and stumbling. His
nose was now red from all the the times he had rubbed his nose. “H-He was going
to go . . . Go further t-t-too. H-He was . . . H-He really l-liked it, K-
Kacchan. H-He really . . . Really e-enjoyed it.”
After that he could not muster anymore. Midoriya could only cover his face with
his hands, his shoulders heaving as harsh and uneven breaths came through his
mouth.
Bakugo could only stand there, rather confused on what he was to do. Should he
try to comfort him, even though it would probably fail and make things worse?
Or should he just leave him bt styaing in the house just give him space? Or
perhaps even leave the apartment entirely?
It seemed that Midoriya had his answer, as he dropped his hands from his face,
reaching out and pulling Bakugo into a hug.
For a moment, Bakugo was shocked, frozen solid with surprise by the rather bold
action. For another moment, he was about to push Midoriya away and insult and
degrade the boy a bit more. But he didn’t. As he had said before, he was a
complete and utter asshole, not heartless or anything, just a plain old angry
one.
So he stood there, with Midoriya’s arms wrapped around his neck and his head
resting on his shoulder. Bakugo could feel Midoriya’s tears begin to soak his
shirt, could feel Midoriya’s out of control breathing, how he strained to
control his tears and his raging emotions.
Bakugo had a side that wanted to push away, say he did not want to be even
touch by the loser nerd, let alone in a snotty and tear soaked hug. But there
was another side, perhaps the only part that had compassion, or just gave a
shit about Midoriya, who was the one to take hold.
In any case, he felt his own arms wrap around Midoriya’s waist. He could feel
the widening and thinning of Midoriya’s core, as it moved with his still out of
pace breaths.
Bakugo cautiously stroked a line up and down the other boy’s side, thinking it
was the only thing he could do to comfort him. Midoriya was calming down now,
no more tears were soaking Bakugo’s shoulder and Midoriya was now sniffing his
nose so he could breath through it instead of his mouth.
There was a moment of silence then and all was quiet. Even Midoriya had stopped
sniffing and sobbing, and they were filled with a rather comforting stillness.
Then, slowly, Midoriya pulled away.
The skin under his eyes and cheeks were a red that now matched his nose. There
were still visible trails of where tears had slid down the boy’s cheeks, and
his eyes were still teary.
“Thank you K-Kacchan.” Midoriya murmured, pulling his sleeve as to wipe his
eyes again in an effort to clear them. “I-I really mean that I do.” He then
gave a snotty sniff.
Bakugo was without words for a moment, just looking over the mess of a high
schooler that stood before him. He could not recall the last time he had seen
Midoriya cry. The boy had always run off or restrained himself whenever he had
been near, which had happened before. But the last time it had happened, would
have probably been in the first year of elementry school, where Bakugo had
persisted countlessly, asking him about his quirk half eager to see and half
eager to show off his own. So much so that his eagerness became overwhelming,
and as Midoriya had sobbed with Bakugo awkwardly patting his back, the boy had
admitted it. He was quirkless.
Bakugo could recall the world had cracked that day. Perhaps for good or for
worse. The kid who stuck with him was a weakling. A nobody. A quirkless loser
with no future ahead of him but only to be a dull and boring normie like the
rest. Not a hero like they had both dreamed to one day be.
Yet here he was. A potential hero to rival Bakugo, with power and mental
fortitude. He was calculating, kind and caring. So much different from Bakugo.
Why was it then that in this moment he felt so much concern, so much worry, so
much fear for the boy who was wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie?
He had an urge to hit him. He had a urge to shout and insult him. He had a urge
to pull him into a hug, keep him close and safe as if no one would harm him if
he had no distance from him. None of them felt different or wrong or out of
place.
“I do the things I want to do.” Bakugo finally answered, his hands hanging at
his sides. “No need to feel grateful.”
“But I am Kacchan.” Midoriya said. His eyes filled with seriousness for ones
that only moments ago were leaking tears. “Y-You’re helping me recover. I-
I wouldn’t be able to do it alone. So . . . Thank you.”
“Whatever.” Bakugo muttered. “I’d rather have you being annoying and happy
instead of annoying and fucking crying. Doesn’t give me a good feeling.”
Midoriya let out a small laugh, nodding as he fiddled with the ends of his
sleeves. “Still . . . Thanks.”
Bakugo felt his feet move forward, closing the gap until their chests and noses
were millimetres apart. He could not understand why he was closing the distance
between them. All he could comprehend was the fact that his hands were now
reaching to carefully touch Midoriya’s cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear
track down the boy’s cheek.
“K-Kacchan?” Midoriya murmured, his eyes looking in between Bakugo’s two red
one’s. “What’s wrong?”
“You look ugly when you cry.” Bakugo said back, his voice low and a grumble in
his throat. “It doesn’t suit you.”
He could see a hint of confusion, but most of it was washed over with easy
bemusement. “Thanks Kacchan.” His voice low as his eyes looked downwards.
“I told you not to thank me.” Bakugo said flatly, realising he was guiding
Midoriya by the chin up to look at him with his other hand. And before he could
think to abort the action, his lips were kissing Midoriya’s.
He knew the boy had stiffened, but he felt no hand push him away. No, on the
contrary. A scarred and calloused hand came to cover the hand on Midoriya’s
cheek. The fingers caressing the back of Bakugo’s hand as he soon felt
Midoriya’s lips move along with his.
They were cautious, both filled with fear and unease as to why they had even
gotten to this point. But neither stopped, neither pulled away or made noises
of disapproval. Bakugo’s teeth nipped on Midoriya’s bottom lip, and he felt the
other boy stiffen slightly. But he did, again, not retract from him.
He could feel it, Midoriya breathing through his nose, the air brushing against
Bakugo’s skin. He would pull away, to give Midoriya room to breath but he
feared it. The fact that if he pulled away, it would end. Either he would not
have the guts to pull him back in or Midoriya would come to his senses. Perhaps
this is why his lips pressed harder to Midoriya’s lips, feeling desperation
twinge somewhere in his chest at the thought of it ending.
Midoriya’s free hand was at Bakugo’s neck, and the blonde’s other hand somehow
wove it’s way around Midoriya’s waist to keep him pressed to his chest.
His tongue slid out to lick at Midoriya’s lips, only hearing a gasp before the
other boy’s lips were open and letting Bakugo in.
The room suddenly felt hotter. Bakugo could feel a heat grow along his cheeks,
ears and neck. The same feeling coursing down his body where he ignored the
aching and heat emanating from below his stomach and in his pants. It was not
as if Midoriya was not affected by this, however, as Bakugo could hear the
uneven breaths through his nose, sometime gasping through Bakugo mouth as he
tried to control his breathing which was not thanks the tears.
Bakugo could not recall how long this went for. It could have gone on for a few
second, for a few minutes or even hours. But he soon felt his knees weaken,
tired of standing for so long or just wanting to rest as arousal was pulsing
through him. Their kisses were becoming sloppy and messy, tongue’s missing
their mark and teeth clashing against teeth. It was unsurprising that Midoriya
began to seem to shrink, or rather loose energy, his knees weakening under him.
“K-Kacchan, I . . .” Midoriya managed to utter, the fingers at the back of
Bakugo’s neck tightening at the skin.
Bakugo shuffled on his feet, trying to recall again where in Midoriya’s room
they were, pressing the smaller boy backwards until his legs bumped the bed.
Midoriya sat, not once pulling away, craning his neck to keep contact as Bakugo
pressed a hand to the boy’s chest to push him down onto the bed on his back,
following to hover over him on his elbows and knees.
Although Bakugo’s mind began to fog and mist, he could feel hands tucking under
his shirt and scarred fingertips touching over the muscles of his stomach and
abdomen. He wanted to continue, relish the touch that made shivers coarse down
his spines. But he felt himself frown, pulling away from Midoriya’s lips when
the rest of his body ached to return.
A line of drool glittered when their lips split apart, breaking and slowly
dribbling down Bakugo’s chin until he wiped it away.
Midoriya lay on his back, his chest heaving. His face was pink and ears
matching. His eyes glittering with blown pupils and lids half closed. Midoriya
lay there, eyes looking expectant, slowly turning into confusion as he seemed
to wait for Bakugo’s next move.
“Kacchan?” The boy asked, rising up slightly to rest on his elbows. “W-What’s
wrong?”
“This is.” Bakugo said flatly, getting off of the other boy to sit on the edge
of the bed.
“What do you mean? How is this-”
“All of this is wrong you idiot.” Bakugo sharply said, twisting his head to
glare at Midoriya. His voice rising into a yell with each syllable. “How the
fuck can I go further when I know you were literally raped a week ago, huh? How
the fuck am I supposed to get on with it when you're literally hysterical when
I even offered the idea of leaving? How the fuck can I think of-”
“K-Kacchan quieten down-”
“- sleeping with you when you were crying literally minutes ago? Huh? How do
you expect me to go with this, you shitty nerd?” Bakugo immediatly shut his
mouth after that, turning his head away as his brain fell into chaos as his
mind tormented him for saying all of it.
“K-Kacchan listen . . . I . . . I want this.” Midoriya’s voice caught him off
guard. He sounded confident, that was a rarity these days.
“How could you even want this?” Bakugo asked, turning to finally look at
Midoriya, who now was sitting up right. “Only a fucking week ago a guy was
fucking raping you, Deku. And now you want to have sex with me? How can you be
ok with that?” His voice slowly becoming more indignant as he went. He wanted
to stop, to shut up and say no more. But he was angry. Angry that Midoriya can
be so easily persuaded. He tried not to think that this is how it happened with
that villain.
“W-Why are you like this Kacchan?” Midoriya now had his own frown, although
mixed with confusion and something close to fear.
“Like what?”
“Like . . . Like  you  don’t want it.”
“Of course I fucking want it.” Bakugo bursted back, sitting up to his feet to
glare over Midoriya. “Why would I even still be here if I didn’t fucking want
this? Why would I even give a shit? Huh?”
“Well then w-why are you acting-”
“Because I’m fucking scared, you useless nerd.” Bakugo retorted, his voice like
venom. But his scowl loosened as he realised what he said, once again he was
saying too much. He was saying stuff he should not say, it was the end, it was
all over.
“W-Why are you scared?” Midoriya asked. Not giving Bakugo time to backtrack and
change his answer.
Bakugo gulped, clenching and unclenching his fists. “That you’ll end up
thinking me the same as that . . . As that fucking prick motherfucker who did
all this fucking shit to you.”
Midoriya frowned, his eyes filling with astonishment and more confusion. “K-
Kacchan, how could you think you’re like Shigaraki? You’re nothing alike.”
“I don’t know that. For all I know I’m gonna fucking . . . Bring back some
shitty memories and ruin all of it . . . Make you freak out and . . .” His
voice faded off after that.
He felt a hand take a soft grip on some cloth of Bakugo’s shirt and he
cautiously turned around. Although Midoriya was skinnier than usual and with
dark underlines under his large eyes, His eyes looked determined, filled with
truth.
“You will not.” Midoriya said bluntly. “I want to do this so . . . So . . . So
if . . . If something happens . . . Like  that  . . . I-I want you to make me
 . . . F-Forget them.” His voice had slowly fell into murmuring, his face
looking away as a pink tint grew on his face again.
Bakugo frowned, “What? Like wiping them away?”
Midoriya silently nodded, visibly too embarrassed to say more. His hand,
however, squeezed at the cloth in his fingers, as if tugging, urging Bakugo to
return to the bed.
Bakugo reluctantly obeyed, climbing back on the bed to sat across from
Midoriya, who now fiddled with the loose thread of his shirt as he muttered,”C-
Can you . . . Can you wipe away the bad memories for me, Kacchan?”
Bakugo frowned, pursing his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “If
their as shitty memories as those memories, I won’t need to try that hard.”
Midoriya caught his eye, a small and wobbly smile growing as he scooted forward
until their faces were mere centimetres apart. “C-Can I take you up on your
word?”
Bakugo snorted, “Not like anyone else can do it.” He tried to ignore the heat
that grew along his neck to his cheeks and ears. There was no need to hide it,
however, as Midoriya leaned in to kiss Bakugo again.
***** Aid *****
Chapter Summary
     Finally, they touch.
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for the waiting, I really wanted to feel completely satisfied
     with this chapter so that it matched the tone of the previous, ther
     were quite a few times where I had to delete half of the words just
     to change some details.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It did not take long before they were back where they had left off. Their
kisses getting messy, their hands becoming explorative and their breaths uneven
and heavy.
Midoriya’s hands had taken the luxury of touching along the muscles under
Bakugo’s shirt, the worn fingers following of muscles down and up his front and
back. This only made Bakugo more and more worked up, his lips more pressing and
his hands more daring.
Bakugo’s hands soon crept, his fingertips pressing into Midoriya’s skin, down
the other’s back, dipping at the dimples above his pants and moving above the
cloth to slowly clutch at Midoriya’s ass, making the boy let out a whimper
against his lips.
With the position they were in - Bakugo laying on his back with Midoriya
resting his chest on his while still resting on his knees - Bakugo could feel
through the rather thin material of Midoriya’s worn tracksuit pants that he was
already erect. Not that Bakugo was any different.
It was extremely irritating yet gratifying. The slow friction the two boys had
as they pressed to one another’s touch. Yet somehow painful and unbearable just
for the fact that Bakugo wanted more, but still, there was something enjoyable
about those very same small and relaxed movements of the two clothed crotches
grinding softly against each other that gratified Bakugo to no end.
The blonde slide his hands under the waistband of Midoriya’s pants, as well as
his underwear. Although enjoying a few moments with squeezing the smooth skin
of Midoriya’s ass, he did not take long to slide a finger between the cheeks to
brush against Midoriya’s whole, which the boy reacted to with a hard shiver.
Although their lips were not particularly lingering on each other’s lips alone
at this point, what with either of them missing to kiss their cheek, nose or
chin, Midoriya was the one to pull away. The boy gasped to catch his breath,
not sitting upright, but leaving a few centimetres of space between their faces
as he mustered up his words to say, “L-Lube . . .”
For a moment, Bakugo’s muddled brain did not completely comprehend what the boy
has said, rather frowning in a rather frustratedly confused look for a moment,
before he shuffled to sit up.
“For someone . . . For someone who wants us to go further you really ruin the
mood, don’t you Deku?” Bakugo said, even with his half spiteful tone, he
himself was catching his breath though.
“I-I didn’t mean to stop,” Midoriya replied, slowly getting up although his
legs were rather wobbly. “I-I just think . . . L-Lube would make things uh . .
. Easier.” At this Midoriya turned away, obviously trying to hide the fact his
cheeks and neck burned with embarrassment. Soon shuffling, although stiffly,
what with his erection, to his chest of drawers. Pulling out one and rummaging
through the clothes inside before finding the clear bottle of lube.
“Prepared much?” Bakugo smirked, laying back down to watch as Midoriya
cautiously returned.
“W-Well . . . I-I don’t have a c-c-condom so . . . I’m not  that  p-prepared.”
Midoriya muttered, cautiously walking to the bed again.
Bakugo snorted as he sat up, gesturing with a nod for Midoriya to lie down.
“But I’m guessing,” taking the bottle from Midoriya’s hand and tugging him onto
the bed, “that you’ve done it before.”
“W-What do you mean?” Midoriya murmured, laying on his back, although
reluctantly. Resting his head on his pillow and unwillingly opened his legs to
rest one on each side of Bakugo’s waist with the blonde’s helping hand at his
ankles.
“When I was touching you earlier,” Bakugo muttered, looking down to Midoriya’s
crotch, which still had a large bulge in the middle, trying to hide the pink
flush growing at his ears by averting his eyes, “You weren’t that tight.”
They were silent for a moment, Bakugo soon giving up and looking down to
Midoriya’s face. Only to find the boy’s forearms hiding his face.
“Hey,” Bakugo muttered, “What’s the matter with you?”
“Y-You said .  . . Something really embarrassing K-Kacchan.” Midoriya
responded.
Bakugo huffed, opening the bottle in his hand, pouring some of the lube onto
his hand. “I just say it like I see it.”
“Deku,” Bakugo said, hovering his head over Midoriya’s head, waiting for
Midoriya to open up to look at him. The was no response, making Bakugo click
his tongue out of annoyance. “I’m not gonna do anything until you stop hiding.”
Midoriya obviously did not want this and although he seemed to stiffen, his
shoulders hunching as his thighs tightening at Bakugo’s waist, Midoriya pulled
his arms away. Revealing a bright red face, so much blood was rushing to
Midoriya’s cheeks that it almost faded his freckles on his cheeks.
Bakugo tried not to pause, as he had the urge to pause and enjoy the view of
the flustered teen, but he caught himself. Distracting himself spread the
liquid over his fingers and palms he tried to hide the fact that he had
absolutely no clue what he was doing. He racked his head, trying to recall how
he was supposed to do it.
First, of, he would rather not have Midoriya fully aware of him fumbling with
him down there, so he decided to distract him.
Bakugo lowered, pressing his lips to Midoriya’s in a soft kiss. It may have
taken Midoriya a few moments to finally come to terms, but he seems returned
it.
Their lips were slow and methodical, lips caressing and circling each
other with Bakugo occasionally nipping at Midoriya’s lip. Midoriya soon lifting
a hand to Bakugo’s jaw to pull him closer, deepening the kiss as he
experimentally tucked his tongue into Bakugo’s mouth. Even if Bakugo may have
been surprised by the forwardness of this, he found it to be a chance for him
to begin.
Letting Midoriya take the reigns, letting his mind focus on his hands as they
dipped to the other’s waist, the unlubed hand trying to pull his pants down,
Bakugo found himself regretting losing his other hand to the lube but gave up
on keeping Midoriya’s pants clean. Taking the other waist side, Bakugo managed
to pull Midoriya’s pants past his waist, in spite of the fact that he had to
tug past the obstacle that was Midoriya’s erection.
With some much-needed help form Midoriya, being him lifting his legs up in the
air to pull both his pants and boxers off, Bakugo somehow succeeded in the
first step.
With attentive hands, Bakugo pressed on. His lubed hand touched the base of
Midoriya’s cock, getting a harsh intake of breath from Midoriya as he was
clearly relieved to be touched skin to skin instead of through the fabric of
his pants.
Although Bakugo wanted to further on, even more, he paused. Allowing his hand
to move up and down the shaft of Midoriya’s cock, making the length glisten
with lube as he amused himself for a moment with the soft whimpers coming from
Midoriya’s throat each time he gave an enquiring squeeze along the shaft or
when his thumb stroked the slit at the head.
Midoriya seemed to slowly lose control of his aim, as his kisses occasionally
missed and landed on Bakugo’s chin and cheek. His hips pressing up into
Bakugo’s touch, yearning for more as his breath became more and more uneven.
But Midoriya pulled his lips away, huffing as he rested his head on the pillow.
A line of drool rolling down from his mouth as he summoned up all the words he
could manage, “K-Kacchan . . . I-I’m gonna . . . A-At the rate . . . I-I,”
Midoriya swallowed, “I . . . Don’t wanna . . . Wanna finish s-straight away . .
.”
Bakugo begrudgingly pulled his hand off, although partly wanting to ignore the
request and make him orgasm there and then. But he could, however, understand
Midoriya. He probably did not want to finish and find himself disinterested and
leaving Bakugo to sort himself out, as well as the fact that they had gone this
far. Why would Midoriya miss such a golden opportunity, even if it may be the
more straining route?
Midoriya’s hand reached out to touch Bakugo’s chin, guiding the blonde back up.
Although Midoriya may have wished for more kissing on his lips, Bakugo did not
follow. Laying his lips to touch the skin of Midoriya’s cheek, causing the
smaller boy to let out a content sigh as the hand on his chin slid around to
wrap around his neck. Bakugo’s lips slowly drew a line, down the side of his
face, Midoriya lifting his chin to let him kiss his jaw and neck.
His lubed hand touched Midoriya’s inner thigh, tucking under the boy's balls to
delve to the entrance below. Midoriya let out a sort of hurried breath, his
other hand going to grasp around Bakugo’s neck too as if his own way of
preparing for what was to come.
Bakugo’s lips lifted up from Midoriya’s neck, whispering to the skin, “Tell me
if you hate it, Deku.”
Midoriya gave a slight nod, his arms tightening around Bakugo’s neck. The
blonde pressed a kiss to the other’s neck, dispensing his teeth to nip the skin
tenderly as he slowly pressed a finger into Midoriya’s hole.
It was not completely loose, of course, there was only so much stretching a few
fingers could do without reverting it. But it was not as tight and worrying as
Bakugo had previously presumed. Although Midoriya let in a long breath through
his mouth as Bakugo’s finger first pressed through, he did not show any sign of
stiffening or pain. A good sign.
Bakugo nipped the already reddening mark on Midoriya’s neck, his tongue licking
the service once his teeth were gone. His finger soon went further in, past the
first knuckle to the second, stopping there for a moment as Bakugo listened to
anything telling to stop him.
“K-Keep ongoing K-Kacchan . . . I’m fine, just be slow.” Midoriya motivated,
his arms giving a comforting squeeze.
Bakugo let out a small grunt, his mouth busy with placing another hickey in the
divot of Midoriya’s collar. However, this was enough of a spur for Bakugo to
continue. His finger moving in and out at a slow and calm pace. His finger
curling in various directions, his ears awe of any objection or encouraging
sounds that would send him in the right direction.
Suddenly, with his finger into the second knuckle and his finger pressing onto
a certain area on the walls made Midoriya jump, a moan coming from his mouth
and making his neck vibrate as it came through his throat.
Bakugo could not help but grin, feeling rather proud of himself as it did not
take too long. Pulling his mouth from the beginning of a third mark, Bakugo
looked to Midoriya’s face.
Midoriya was not as red as before, only a deep tinge along his cheeks and ears.
But he felt something below his stomach ache. Midoriya’s lips were bright red,
washed with colour with just how much kissing he had a done. His forehead was
glisteningwithm sweat and it was not due to the soft summer wind blowing
through the open window. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth open agape as he
panted.
“Fuck,” Bakugo muttered, pausing to soak up the view.
Midoriya opened his eyes, frowning at Bakugo slightly out of confusion as he
asked, “W-What? I-Is something wrong?”
Bakugo stiffened, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the burning coursing
up his neck to his ears and cheeks. “Nothing.” He retorted.
Midoriya, not really understanding, took this as a chance. Tugging Bakugo down
by where his arms wrapped around his neck, pulling the boy in to press a kiss
to the blonde’s lips.
Bakugo had the urge to pull away, as kissing and figuring out what his fingers
were doing was just too much to do at once. But what with Midoriya
experimentally biting onto Bakugo’s lip and allowing Midoriya to press his
tongue through into his mouth, Bakugo could easily give way, letting Midoriya
lead the way while Bakugo continued on lower down.
He pulled his finger out till only the fingertip was still inside, middle
finger brushing the wall outside as a makeshift warning of what was coming.
There was no visible bracing this time from Midoriya, either completely ready
or a bit too occupied with Bakugo’s mouth.
With that, Bakugo pushed the second one in, Midoriya taking in a deep breath
through his partly muffled nose. As slow as the first, his pressed the fingers
in, trying to ignore another aching at his own cock at Midoriya’s tight and
warm walls loosely squeezing his fingers. Follwoingthe same motions as the
first step, Bakugo slid the fingers in and out, the walls now quite moist with
lube as he widened the gap between his fingers each brushing against the
opposite side of Midoriya’s inside from the other, the smaller boy occasionally
flinching if he pressed a bit too hard to one wall.
In spite of the soothing and enjoyable kisses from Midoriya, Bakugo’s calmness
was wearing down, beginning to get annoyed by his own ineptitude to find that
spot again.
Slipping from Midoriya’s lips, yet not leaving much of a gap between them,
Bakugo heaved, calming his breaths before asking, “Where was that . . . That
spot again? I-I can’t find it . . .”
Midoriya frowned, his eyes looking down to where Bakugo’s fingers were. For a
moment, Bakugo thought Midoriya would shrink into his theoretical shell again
from the embarrassment of the view, which was fair by the rather flustering he
did as he responded. But he looked back up, seeming to try to act sensible as
he said, “I-I think it was . . .” He then frowned, clearly he couldn't recall
either.
Bakugo grunted out of annoyance, “Well, tell me when I’m close or you feel
anything.”
Midoriya nodded, unravelling his arms from Bakugo’s neck to tuck them under the
pillow at his head, softly holding onto the material as his eyes hesitantly
watched Bakugo continue.
Bakugo spread his fingers in one direction, nothing, then another, nothing.
This went on for a few moments, and although Midoriya was succeeding in
untightening, Bakugo was feeling it was not a complete success until he found
that spot again. Rather frustrated, he pressed at one section, not fully
inserting his fingers to his knuckle but however past the second, hitting a
spot that made Midoriya let out a moan as his back arched on the bed.
Bakugo couldn’t help but smirk, looking up to Midoriya to find him panting, his
hands tugging at the underside of the pillow.
It really was too much for Bakugo. He wanted to put himself in there, right
then and there, make Midoriya moan and groan his name with the very same
expression. But he must not. Only half knowing what might happen if they were
not completely ready was enough to stop him. Although it did not stop cock from
aching his own shorts.
Bakugo leaned up, kissing Midoriya’s forehead in a tenderness he would never
show in any other way as he pressed his ring finger inside, causing Midoriya to
flinch slightly. But he knew Midoriya was fine, and he feel confident he could
continue, after all, he found the spot.
He had the urge to, once again, make Midoriya oragasm there and then. But it
would not be enough, nt for him, nor Midoriya. So instead he controlled it.
Without much trouble, Bakugo was succeeding to press at that special spot more
often, his fingers spreading apart once at the knuckle and closing when
departing.
Midoriya’s chest was heaving, the occasional word of encouragement spilling
from his mouth followed by Bakugo’s nickname.
Soon enough, Midoriya’s hand came from under the pillow, although shaking to
take a hold of that hand hard at work. Looking to Bakugo, Midoriya gave a wonky
smile, “I-I think . . . I-I’m ready . . . K-Kacchan you can . . .” Midoriya
nervously swallowed as he nodded to the twitching tent in the blonde’s pants.
Bakugo’s nodded, a smile on his lips but not completely so, a small a bit of
concern flickering as he pulled his fingers out. Leaving Midoriya’s ass sort of
clenching and unclenching at the sudden open space.
Bakugo sat up straight, not much noticing his glistening hand as he unzipped
his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Feeling rather pleased
with the clear air on his aching dick. Fining the bottle at the corner of the
bed, Bakugo poured some on his hand and spread it on his cock, letting out a
hazy breath at the peasureful feeling of finally getting touched.
Midoriya swayed below him, his eyes hesitantly looking at where Bakugo was
touching himself. His eyes glittering with arousal, excitement and a slight bit
of worry.
Bakugo swallowed, leaning back down, lifting Midoriya’s legs around his waist
as he hovered on his hands and knees above him. “Ready?” He asked, one hand
going to spread Midoriya’s ass cheeks slightly apart while the other held
himself steady ready to put himself if.
Midoriya nodded, reaching his arms out, yearning for Bakugo to close the gap
between them as he whispered, “Kacchan.”
“Deku,” Bakugo said, back. Leaning forward to press a kiss to Midoriya’s lips
as he pressed his cock to Midoriya’s wall, slowly inserting himself inside.
Midoriya took a harsh breath through his nose, his hands combing through the
back of Bakugo’s hair. His breaths soon coming through his mouth as their
rather messy kissed gave him an avenu to gasp for air as Bakugo pushed in as
slow as feasibly possible.
Bakugo leaned his head against Midoriya’s forehead, letting out a long groan as
the tightness around him became overwhelming, the warm and softly tight insides
not helping so as he finally completely sheathed himself into Midoriya.
“F-Fuck,” Bakugo moaned, shutting his eyes tight as the walls gave a soft
squeeze around him.
“I-Is it nice?” Midoriya asked tentatively, his eyes open and wide as he looked
over the raw prleasure visible on Bakugo’s face.
“Y-Yeah . . .” Bakugo muttered, shivering as he felt the walls around him
squeeze. “S-Shit this is . . .”
“W-What is it?” Midoriya said, a worried expression appearing on his face, “I-
Is something w-wrong, Kacchan?”
“N-No, idiot . . .” Bakugo retorted, “It’s just . . . Fuck.” Dropping his head
to the pillow. “So fucking . . . Good.”
Midoriya could not help but smile, unravelling to curl his arms under Bakugo’s
arms, hugging to his back.
Bakugo took a deep breath, it was his turn to mentally prepare himself as his
hands took a soft firm grip on the outer part of Midoriya’s thighs, keeping
them lifted and causing Midoriya’s lower abdomen to lift up on the bed.
Bakugo slowly sat up, his head hovering over Midoriya’s as he said, “I’m . . .
moving.” Midoriya nodded, relaxing his head into the pillow.
With that, Bakugo pulled out slowly. Midoriya’s eyes darting down, watching the
rather blocked view of Bakugo’s cock slowly coming out, letting out a soft
whimper at the slight twitch of pain at the wall. But beofre Bakugo could stop,
Midoriya’s hands squeezed reassuringly at the skin of Bakugo’s back, telling
him he was fine.
Bakugo pushed out another breath as he pushed in after reaching around halfway
down his shaft. Pressing forward a bit quicker in than the first, a muffled
groan coming from his throat.
“F-Fucking . . .” Bakugo swore, his hands clutching onto the fabric of the bed
near Midoriya’s head. “Shitting . . . Fuck.” He groaned. Straining as he felt
like coming already, just from those very few thrusts. Which Bakugo would not
dare allow himself to do, not when Midoriya was watching with wide and
observant eyes.
Slowly, Bakugo straightened his back, rolling his head on his shoulders as he
let out another pleasured sigh. Before long he looked back down, seeming to
finally have adjusted mostly to the environment. Letting out another long
breath through his nostrils, he held Midoriya’s legs firmly in his hands as he
slowly thrust again. Ignoring the shot of pleasure curling in him each time the
tight walls tightened around him.
Bakugo was trying very hard not to be the only one getting any enjoyment,
wishing he had enough in him to find the spot and at least help Midoriya find
some kind of pleasure. But it was infuriating that he only needed such little
until he was suddenly a total mess.
Even though what was happening around his dick was amazing, the idea that it’s
Midoriya’s ass he was penetrating, that it’s Midoriya who feels him pulsing
inside was just unbearable.
“K-Kacchan . . .” Midoriya said, a half concerned look in his eyes. “T-Take it
slow, don’t worry about me.” Then giving a reassuring smile.
This only irritated Bakugo further, that  Midoriya  was supporting him now. It
should be him who’s comforting and caring and fawning over Midoriya, giving
Midoriya all the pleasure he needed. Not the opposite. It’s not even that
Midoriya was doing much at all which pissed the teen off even more.
Finding his resolves, Bakugo swallowed, readying himself as he pressed in,
trying to focus on the right angle at which to touch the place. His fingers
squeezed the skin of Midoriya’s thigh, letting out a soft moan as he completely
sheathed himself inside Midoriya again. A small whimper slipped from Midoriya’s
lips when, by accident, Bakugo lowered Midoriya’s legs further down his waist,
causing his lifted abdomen to lower to the bed again, and hitting just where
Bakugo wanted.
“D-Did I get it?” Bakugo asked, his breathing uneven.
Midoriya nodded, his fingers pressing into Bakugo’s back, as if urging him to
continue or to lean down towards Midoriya.
Bakugo did both, slowly pulling out to only press in a bit quicker, leaning
forward as he did to be hurriedly kissed by Midoriya. The teen letting out a
soft moan through Bakugo’s mouth as the blonde pressed to the prime location on
one of his walls.
This continued on for sometime, Midoriya pressing rather desperate and messy
kisses to Bakugo, his arms hugging Bakugo back to keep him close as Bakugo
slwoly pulled out before pushing in quick, occassioanlly making the walls and
Midoriya’s muscle constrict as Bakugo hit a special section.
Although this may have been enjoyably gratifying for Midoriya, this was not the
case for Bakugo. As each press and pull, each squeeze could be his undoing as
he kept trying to hold the aching of his cock to just come right inside of
Midoriya.
“D-Deku . . . I-I c-can’t- Fuck,” Bakugo growned in Midoriya’s mouth.
“I-It’s f-fine Kacchan . . . Y-You can . . . Do it . . . D-Don’t worry about me
. . .” Midoriya said, rolling his head on the pillow as he squeezed his toes
when there was an especially good thrust.
“Shit,”Bakugo angrily swore. Suddenly pulling out of Midoriya to stop himself.
“Fuck, Deku.”
He groaned as he left Midoriya’s thighs to drop to the bed as he hurriedly
stroked his length. Midoriya pressed a kiss to Bakugo’s gritted teeth, licking
the skin of his lip a Bakugo spilled into his hand and Midoriya’s stomach with
a loud grunt.
“S-Shit,” Bakugo muttered, pulling his head away to sit up on his knees between
Midoriya’s legs once again, huffing as he closed his eyes for a moment as he
waited for the fog from his post-orgasim to vanish. “Deku . . .” Bakugo
whispered out.
As Bakugo finally seemed to comeback to Earth, Midoriya seemed to reply, “K-
Kacchan.” Midoriya whimpered, grabbing his attention and making him look.
Midoriya, with a red face and heavy breaths, was still unfinished. His dick was
twitching, bright red and glistening with both lube, sweat and precum. His legs
still wide open to visibly show his ass, which was looking a bit wider from
when they first started, how it clenched on thin air.
The blonde let out a long breath, trying to restrain the urge to scream at the
fact he came before Midoriya. Instead, he crawled back above Midoriya, kissing
along Midoriya’s forehead as he took his right hand to Midoriya pulsating
member. His thumb rubbing the tip to hear a long drawled moan come from
Midoriya before moving his hand down the shaft, being aided by Midoriya’s hips
which pressed beggingly into his touch, hoping for that last bit of stimulation
to finish him off.
Bakugo huffed, rather amused by Midoriya’s desperation, going to bit at the
corner of Midoriya’s ear as Midoriya let out a whimper at the slight squeeze
Bakugo gave him at the base.
“K-Kacchan,” Midoriya muttered, pressing his forehead into the crook of
Bakugo’s neck. “K-Kacchan ah- K-Kacchan please I-I  . . .” Midoriya’s throat
vibrated in a long hum as his hips suddenly faltered, his pace loosening as his
fingernails pressed into his skin as Bakugo felt a semi-thick liquid squirt
into his palm. Midoriya letting out one final moan, with his back arching
upwards before his body dropped back to the bed.
Bakugo let out a relieved sigh, at least satisfied with the fact he finished
Midoriya to completion, even if it wasn’t in the best manner possible. Looking
down to Midoriya he found him laying out, catching his breath after such a
delayed orgasm, his slowly shrinking dick lowering and Bakugo hid a the urge to
cringe at the his own cum glittering on the other boy’s chest.
Bakugo looked around the bedroom, which was slowly darkening as the afternoon
turned into the evening, squinting to catch his eye on a box of tissues on his
bedside table. Bakugo slowly got to his feet, although his legs were wobbly, he
found he way in getting the box and returning to his place on the bed.
Pulling out a white tissue from the box, he wiped his hands clean of cum and
lube. Then he leaning over Midoriya, trying to wipe the cum on Midoriya’s
stomach, the boy flinched, perhaps sensitive to any touch after his climax, but
stilled when he opened his eyes to see what Bakugo was doing. Midoriya gave a
small, thankful smile, once Bakugo thought him clean he pulled away and
Midoriya sat up.
“T-Thank you, K-Kacchan.” Midoriya said as Bakugo shot the rolled up tissues to
the bin, one going in and the other bouncing off the rim.
Bakugo looked the the other, his eyes looking over Midoriya before finally
saying, “No need to thank me, nerd.” Bakugo replied, the ‘nerd’ may have been
unnecessary but he had this want to not show any kindness, even with the things
that transpired a few moments ago.
“You did it, you know.” Midoriya said, reaching out to take Bakugo’s hand in
his, knitting the fingers together. Bakugo turned to frown at him, obviously
confused. Midoriya could not help but let out a small laugh, his fingers
squeezing Bakugo’s. “Y-You made me forget.” He said, his voice rather soft as
his cheeks brightened a soft pink.
Bakugo snorted, turning away to look anywhere but to the boy he was speaking to
as he retorted, “Of course I did. Don’t go doubting me, Deku.”
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