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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:
      Denial_of_Feelings, Porn_with_Feelings, just_a_lot_of_feelings, First
      Time_Blow_Jobs, Fuckbuddies
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-04 Words: 3215
****** You Talk Too Much ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Bakugou and Midoriya have a strange relationship
It had begun explosively, just as many things regarding Bakugou tended to. An
argument had broken out—Bakugou couldn’t even remember what it had been about,
but everything else was in sharp clarity. Deku’s heaving chest, the sweat
traveling down his temple. The way his teeth were bared as if about to rip his
throat out.
And then the kiss.
It was a messy, angry clash of teeth, both boys fighting for a balance suitable
for them, yet never reaching it. He could remember all the fleeting thoughts of
that time. How he was scared, angry, confused, horny.
It had ended with them pressed against the back of the school building,
Bakugou’s hand furiously pumping their cocks.
From that time on, an odd relationship had sprung up between the two of them.
Bakugou didn’t bother putting a label on it. He didn’t bother thinking about it
either.
It happened at least once a month, sometimes more, sometimes less. Bakugou
would tap Deku on the shoulder and continue walking, knowing that the teen was
following him. At those moments, he felt the same satisfaction he had felt as a
child, that of power and control. They would go somewhere secluded in the
school—the bathroom, a closet, an empty classroom—and Bakugou would take his
frustrations out on Deku. At first he had Deku use his hands, then his mouth.
Eventually it turned into full fledged fucking.
The first time they had sex, He had climaxed before he could even push all the
way in. Deku had tried to stutter out some comfort, but Bakugou had left the
room before he could hear it. After that, he didn’t have any problem. He would
fuck Deku fast and quick, and would always cum after his childhood
acquaintance.
“I hate you,” He would breathe as Deku squirmed on the desk he was bent over.
Bakugou would pound into him unrelentlessly, “I fucking hate you Deku.”
Sometimes Deku would cry. Sometimes Deku would lean up and try to lock him in a
kiss. Always, Deku followed him into these secluded spots. With the exception
of their first encounter, they never kissed.
And then came the test results.
Deku had gotten into U.A. without saying a single thing to Bakugou. He wasn’t
sure why it got under his skin as much as it did. Sure, he wanted to be the
only one from their shit-stain school to go, but there was something deeper to
it, but damned if he knew what it was.
When he tapped Deku on the shoulder and brought him behind the school, he could
only slam the boy against the school and yell at him. Afterwards, he didn’t
feel any better. Instead, he felt tired.
Even as the school year at U.A. wore on, he still felt the empty feeling.
He didn’t tap Deku on the shoulder anymore. If it bothered Deku, he didn’t show
it.
Deku began to make friends. Those friends seemed to alienate Bakugou, and it
only made him feel more frustrated.
“Kacchan…”
It was the middle of the night. The lights in his dorm room were off and he had
been laying under his blanket for a while, but sleep was still far off for him.
At first, he thought the quiet whisper was his imagination, but then it came
again, accompanied by the creak of his door.
“Kacchan, are you asleep?”
“Get the fuck outta my room.”
“I just…I just wanna talk.”
Bakugou gripped his blanket around himself and huffed. It wasn’t a definitive
‘yes, let’s talk’, but it wasn’t a definitive ‘go away’ either. Deku took it as
the latter and came into his room, the door creaking shut behind him.
“K-Kacchan…”
Bakugou groaned irritably and sat up. “The fuck do you wanna talk about?”
His eyes were fairly adjusted to the dark, but he could still only make out
Deku’s form—a hand rubbing his upper arm, his feet shuffling nervously, head
down.
“Well?”
He could see Deku flinch.
“I…um,” Deku shuffled a little closer. “I know you s-said you hate me…”
There was a long pause, and Bakugou knew that Deku was gathering his courage to
say the rest.
“B-but do you really hate me, Kacchan?”
Bakugou didn’t answer.
Deku took a few more nervous steps, nearly at Bakugou’s bed now. “Just tell me,
and I’ll leave you alone.”
Bakugou tensed as Deku reached out to him with a trembling hand.
“Kacchan, please—”
Bakugou grabbed Deku’s thin wrist and pulled him to the bed, making the boy
fall onto his covers. Bakugou climbed on top of him in an instant. A stripe of
moonlight as leaking from his curtains and it fell directly across Deku’s face
like a pale welt. His big eyes were lidded and wet with unshed tears.
“You talk too much.” Bakugou began rutting into him. He wasn’t aroused, but he
didn’t know how else to communicate with his childhood rival. “You think too
much.”
“I….I know.” Deku sighed the words on a shaky exhale as he arched his body up
into the stimulation.
Bakugou watched the worry drain from Deku’s face as he slowly let pleasure take
him over. Even still, the tears in his green eyes still glittered.
When Deku’s hands started forming fists into his shirt, Bakugou traveled down
his body. Deku tried to sit up to see what he was doing but Bakugou pushed him
back against the bed wordlessly. The teen was wearing All Might themed
underwear—something Bakugou was accustomed to seeing at this point—but he
noticed that they were new. He wondered where he had gotten them as he pulled
them down enough for Deku’s small red cock to bob out.
He’s gotten more pubes since the last time we did something like this, Bakugou
thought as he rubbed the damp tip with the pad of his thumb. Deku let out a
small noise before clamping a hand over his mouth. When Bakugou pulled his
finger back, a clear thread of precum connected them before breaking.
God, he’s so sensitive.
Come to think of it, Bakugou had never paid Deku’s cock much mind. They both
always ended up getting off, so he had never really bothered actually touching
him here.
He took the opportunity to really check it out. There were a few moles dotting
along the side of it, and when he rolled the thin foreskin back he could see
how wet it was with trapped precum.
Has he always produced this much?
Bakugou rolled the foreskin up and down a few times, watching as the sticky,
clear fluid gathered around the edge of as he pulled it over the head, and how
it spread down it as he pulled it back.
It came as a complete surprise to him when Deku’s body shivered and cum spurted
messily from him, most of it splattering and clinging to his face.
“Sorry….I’m sorry, Kacchan…”
Bakugou waited for Deku’s cock to stop twitching before letting it go and
wiping his face on Deku’s underwear. It seemed naughty, smearing the many
smiling All Mights with cum, but at the same time it made him excited. It made
him think about Deku in his dorm room, holding in his voice as he always did,
surrounded by his hero as he jacked off. He wondered if the teen touched
himself to all of the All Might memorabilia he had plastered over his walls.
“Let me…” Deku’s eyes were hazily lidded as he reached towards Bakugou’s dick.
Bakugou batted it away before collapsing on the bed next to Deku and pulling
his covers over himself. “I’m going to sleep.”
Deku was quiet for a few moments before speaking up.
“Can I…?”
Bakugou knew exactly what he was wanting to ask and rolled over on his side so
he was facing the wall.
“I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t bother me.”
Another few moments passed before Deku settled under the covers too. Bakugou
closed his eyes.
A cold foot touched his calf and quickly pulled away.
Bakugou had a hard time falling asleep that night.
~~
They hadn’t talked since that night.
Bakugou had eventually drifted to sleep, and had a vivid dream of warmth
pressed against his back, of Deku’s soft breaths against the nape of his neck.
Of an even softer kiss pressed against his shoulder.
When he had awakened, Deku had already left. He told himself that he was happy
about that fact—if any of the guys had seen the teen leaving his room, there
was bound to be questions—yet a heavy sort of melancholy settled over him as he
stretched out in his empty bed.
A week had passed, and Deku hadn’t tried to make a move again. Perhaps he
thought that things were back to the way they once were, where Bakugou would
call upon him.
But Bakugou couldn’t. Now more than ever, he wanted to tap on Deku’s shoulder
and lead him to a secluded area, but the thought sent him into a near state of
panic.
It didn’t make any sense to him. It was Deku, for fucksake. Why the fuck was he
nervous?
God, why was that little bastard always causing him so much trouble?
These thoughts were thundering through his head as he sat in class and tried to
pay attention. Despite his best efforts, his eyes constantly drifted the back
of Deku’s head, seated further up and to the side of him. What did that hair
feel like anyways? He couldn’t remember ever actually touching it. He made a
mental note to do just that during their next session, whenever the hell that
may be.
Deku turned in his head and their eyes met. Flustered, he looked down quickly.
It had only been less than a split second of eye contact, but it was enough for
Bakugou to keep his eyes on his desk for the rest of class.
When the school day was over, Bakugou went straight to the boy’s dormitory.
That in itself wasn’t uncommon, but the fact that he was walking a bit
awkwardly and trying (hopefully not in vain) to hide an insistent erection,
was.
Why didn’t I get Deku? He sulked as he went through the lounge. Ridiculous!
This whole mess is so fucking ridiculous—
“Kacchan?”
Bakugou very nearly turned around, but he stopped himself at the last second.
Had the teen really chased him all the way here? For what?
Bakugou stopped walking and stood there, his back turned to Deku.
Clearing his throat and hoping he sounded gruff and uncaring, he simply said,
“I’m coming to your room tonight.” Before continuing down the hallway.
Deku didn’t follow him, a fact that he was incredibly thankful for, because
with every step he took he could feel his face growing more and more hot.
~~
He watched the moon from his window until the yellow sliver was well into the
night sky. With apprehension making his movements shaky, he finally decided it
was time to go.
The trek down the silent hallway was a stressful one. What would he say if any
of his classmates came out right then? Saying he needed a glass of water or
something wouldn’t work, it was in the other direction. Bakugou decided to
pretend that he had just gotten turned around a bit, the place was still new
after all and getting lost wasn’t unlikely. But his fretful planning was
unneeded as he reached Deku’s room without a hitch.
He thought about knocking for a moment and decided against it, opting to just
go straight in.
Deku was laying on his stomach across his bed, a loose t-shirt on and nothing
else. His legs were spread and he was lazily rutting against his sheets, but he
stopped as Bakugou stepped into the room.
“Kacchan…” His eyes were already hazed over with lust, and his voice was a
wavering sigh.
Bakugou went to the bed and sat on the edge, not saying a word. Plastered on
every wall were posters of All Might, his grinning face watching them.
“You ever get creeped out by all this shit?” He gestured to Deku’s room.
Deku was obviously not expecting the question and hesitated with his answer.
“N-not really?”
Bakugou hummed and turned enough to spread Deku’s ass cheeks, making the other
boy gasp. He could see that Deku had already prepped himself, his hole was
slightly open and shining with lubricant.
“You touch yourself too, huh?” Bakugou slid a finger in to the knuckle with
ease before pulling it out. “Touch yourself while looking at All Might.”
“I—ahh,” Deku squirmed on the bed and shoved his face against the mattress.
“Get up.” Bakugou slapped Deku’s ass and stood up himself.
Deku raised his head, his face flushed, and made to get up. He was going far
too slow for Bakugou’s patience so he grabbed Deku’s upper arm and forced him
up. He used the momentum of pulling him to slam him against one of the walls—or
more accurately, against a large poster of All Might.
“K-Kacchan--!”
Bakugou pressed up against Deku’s naked, warm body, loving the way his plump
ass pressed against his groin. “I want you to look at him while I touch you.”
He snaked an arm around Deku’s waist and gripped his cock, “Better yet, pretend
it’s All Might touching you.”
He began stroking Deku’s cock with firm, slow movements. The boy tried to cover
his mouth as a whimper ripped from him but Bakugou was quick to grab his hand
and hold it behind him.
“Let me hear your voice, Deku.”
After those words left him he fell silent, both wanting to hear Deku’s noises
and to let his friend immerse himself in whatever fantasy he was cooking up in
his brain. The whines were still subdued, but as Bakugou sped up and held the
cock firmer, Deku began panting.
Finally, as the teen’s body began to tremble, he moaned out.
“A-All Might…”
That made Bakugou’s body feel like it had been doused in liquid fire. He licked
up Deku’s neck and let his hips push against Deku’s ass, his clothed cock
aching and spilling precum messily in his boxers.
“You want his fat cock, don’t you Deku?” He bit Deku’s earlobe as the teen
began moaning on every downstroke, “He’d stretch you open so wide, do you think
you could take it all?”
He was surprised when Deku turned around, his face flushed and his eyes dark
with pure, unadulterated lust. He leaned forward and mashed their mouths
together. Bakugou was too shocked to try to stop him, and too horny not to kiss
him back with just as much fervor.
God, Deku’s mouth is so hot, He licked along his friend’s teeth and felt him
rumble out a low groan, Why haven’t I been kissing him like this all along?
He was dazed and gasping for breath when Deku finally pulled away. He was
expecting an awkward silence between them, but instead Deku seemed to be more
sure of himself than he ever had. With a  fiery look he grabbed Bakugou’s waist
and spun them around so that Bakugou was the one pressed against the wall. He
wanted to be mad, but any angry thought scattered when Deku began kissing him
again.
“Kacchan,” The way Deku breathed his nickname was so intimate, it had Bakugou’s
toes curling and his eyes threatening to flutter closed. “Kacchan, you used to
love All Might too.”
Having become all too malleable from Deku’s tongue, Deku was able to turn him
around without protest, so that he was staring directly at All Might’s grinning
face.
Deku pressed his body flush along the backside of him. His hands wrapped around
Bakugou and felt over his chest, stomach, hips, all while he kissed Bakugou’s
neck hungrily.
“Let me….” Deku whispered the words against his jaw as his hands left his hips
and went to his ass to squeeze and knead. “Let me….this time.”
Bakugou braced himself against the wall, both hands on either side of All
Might’s head. He knew what Deku was asking, but didn’t trust his voice to
speak.
Deku kissed his neck one more time before the heat behind him was gone. Bakugou
closed his eyes as he heard Deku pick something else and return quickly, his
hips grinding excitedly into Bakugou’s clothed ass.
He helped Deku take his pants off before leaning against the wall again. Deku’s
hands were rough and slightly cold, the feeling of them both foreign and
electrifying as they explored the curve of his spine and the give of his ass.
“Kacchan…” Another brief pull away before his hands were on him again, but this
time one was slicked and chilly with lubricant. His ass was spread, but instead
of feeling embarrassed he felt a mixture of apprehension and raw excitement.
His lube-slicked cock began probing against Bakugou as he grunted and panted in
his friend’s ear. He hadn’t bothered fingering Bakugou open, a fact that both
made the endeavor harder and made Bakugou a little scared, but he thought it
was fair in the end. He hardly ever gave Deku the same courtesy, after all.
Impatient, Bakugou finally reached behind and grabbed Deku’s cock to help guide
him in.  He breathed in deeply in an attempt to relax his muscles as the tip
began to breach him with an immense pressure. As it popped inside him they both
moaned and Bakugou brought both hands back to the wall to catch himself.
Deku pushed in to the hilt with a swift thrust, making Bakugou’s vision go
spotty as Deku let out a sound he had never heard—something like a mix of a cry
and a growl.  He had fingered his ass before, but never before had he felt so
full. It hurt, yes, but at the same time the intensity of the situation clouded
his judgement and had him nearly reeling.
Deku’s cock wasn’t big, but it definitely wasn’t small. As he was rocked back
and forth by Deku’s thrusts he felt that sweet spot alight with pleasure inside
of him, making his mouth hang open and pitiful whimpers escape. Deku himself
was like a completely different person—his hands dug into him with immense
force, and each thrust was accentuated with a desperate, whining moan.  
With a particularly rough thrust he was forced flush against the wall, his open
mouth against All Might’s own. That fact had him moan loudly and clench around
Deku’s cock. His thoughts got spotty and convoluted as his orgasm began to
peak.
Deku bit into his shoulder with one last noise before falling silent and still.
The body behind him shivered and jumped as he felt heat flood inside him. All
the stimulation Deku was giving him—the cock filling him with hot seed, the
teeth digging almost painfully into his shoulder, the warmth of Deku’s body—it
finally sent him over the edge.
“I’m sorry,” Deku mumbled, his voice hoarse but returning to its usual
skittishness. “I’m so sorry…”
Bakugou’s cock was still twitching and spilling cum onto the floor, but he was
irritated enough to turn around and lock Deku into a sloppy, slow kiss, just to
shut him up.
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