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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:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki, Uraraka_Ochako
  Additional Tags:
      Sequel, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Non-Traditional_Alpha/Beta/Omega
      Dynamics, Rape_Recovery, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Alpha_Bakugou_Katsuki, Omega
      Midoriya_Izuku, Consensual_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of what's_mine_is_mine
  Collections:
      My_Kink_Academia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-19 Words: 7102
****** making the same mistakes ******
by xenodickery
Summary
     It had been nine weeks and three days since Izuku was rescued. He'd
     insisted on going back to classes as soon as he was recovered enough,
     but the worst part by far had been the way everyone looked at him
     now. Like he was broken. Like he couldn't be fixed.
Notes
     this fandom is fun
     if you read the first part u know the drill. theres no noncon in this
     fic but events from the previous fic are referenced so read those
     warnings too.
See the end of the work for more notes
It had been nine weeks and three days since Izuku was rescued. He'd insisted on
going back to classes as soon as he was recovered enough, but the worst part by
far had been the way everyone looked at him now. Like he was broken. Like he
couldn't be fixed. His 1A classmates were relieved to see him safe and had
obviously been been told - either by the teachers or by Bakugou - not to ask
him about what had happened. Still he caught the way they looked at him when
they thought he wasn't paying attention, the pity and fear in their eyes. To
them he represented the outside world of villains coming for them before they
were ready. Reaching beyond the supposed safe haven of UA's walls to take
whatever they wanted. If they had done it once everyone thought, why not again?
“Midoriya.”
At least they didn’t know what had been done to him, not for sure. He knew
about the tape - the villains made sure he knew about the tape the whole time
they were hurting him - but the police had stopped it from getting out, and
hushed up everyone who knew the truth.
But the rest of the school didn’t have to see it to know what had happened. A
whole school full of betas and alphas, and villains managed to kidnap the only
omega. There wasn’t a doubt in Izuku’s mind that the whole school knew what had
been done to him. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to work it out.
"Midoriya. Are you listening?"
Izuku sat up straight in his seat. "Y-yes, Aizawa-sensei. Sorry!"
Bakugou tensed, and he looked over his shoulder with a deep frown. Izuku tried
to ignore him, but Bakugou kept staring.
"I'm fine," Izuku hissed.
Bakugou grunted and turned his eyes to the front again. When Izuku was sure
Bakugou had stopped paying attention to him he dropped his hand to his stomach
and rubbed it under his blazer. His heat was two or three weeks overdue. They
weren't very regular, especially since he'd inherited One For All, but he'd
never missed one before.
Uraraka must have been able to sense that something was wrong, because she kept
casting him worried glances until class ended a half hour later.
"Deku," she said quietly, following him out into the hallway when he hurried
out. She caught hold of his arm and pulled him to one side. "Is everything
okay?"
No, Izuku thought, everything was not okay. He hadn't slept through the night
since his rescue, and he couldn't fasten the collar of his school shirt without
feeling as though he was being strangled. He had to roll his sleeves up even
though it was December, because otherwise his cuffs felt like shackles on his
wrists. He and Bakugou kept fighting, over and over, about nothing, and all
Izuku wanted to do was run away and hide from everyone for the rest of his
life.
He missed All Might more than ever.
"Hey!" Bakugou's voice exploded in their ears. "What do you want with him, you
second rate alpha?"
Uraraka's expression turned furious and her lip curled in annoyance. "Bakugou,"
she said, scowling at him. "Deku and I are talking."
"Yeah, well he smells uncomfortable to me," Bakugou said, seizing Izuku's
elbow. "Come on."
"Wait," Uraraka said, putting her hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Deku-kun - I don't
want to pry, but if you need - if I can do anything, even if it's just to
listen to you -"
Izuku’s gut clenched. “Thanks, Uraraka,” he said softly, reaching up to grasp
her hand.
She squeezed his fingers back, then glanced over his shoulder at Bakugou. “And
remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
It was rare that Izuku and Bakugou picked up each other’s emotions beyond vague
sensation and instinct, but he felt Bakugou’s answering rage to Uraraka’s
comments as clearly as if it were his own. Heat rushed to his face making him
flush, and he released her hand quickly, clenching his own fingers into fists.
“Uraraka -” he said stiffly.
“Get. The fuck. Away from him.” Bakugou’s voice was low and furious
Izuku turned and snarled at him. “Shut up, Kacchan. I can look after myself.”
Bakugou’s expression darkened. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak,
but snapped it closed again a second later. “Fine, fuck you then,” he snapped,
turning on his heel and striding away down the hall.
“Oh - oh, Deku, I’m sorry,” Uraraka said, looking miserable.
“It’s fine,” Izuku muttered, forcing himself to look away from Bakugou’s
retreating back. “I’m used to that.”
She frowned. “I wish you weren’t.”
“No, it -” he sighed and pushed his bangs back off his face. “I don’t mean it
like that. I can handle Kacchan, he’s just - he’s possessive, but only because
he’s worried about me. He’s still not over what happened.”
“None of us are,” Uraraka said softly. She touched Izuku’s arm again. “I’m not
trying to push, but I meant what I said. If you ever need to talk -”
Izuku nodded quickly, taking a step away from her. He felt claustrophobic
suddenly, stifled by her kindness, and he needed to get away. He’d gotten so
sick of everyone treating him like glass since his rescue. Even Bakugou treated
him differently, though at least he didn’t try and pretend that Izuku would
shatter at the slightest upset.
“I should go,” he said, turning his back on her. “I have to go - go see
Recovery Girl.”
“Oh, alright,” she said, wilting. “Want me to walk you there?”
Some of the rage resurfaced, boiling in his throat. “I’m fine Uraraka.”
“I - I know that,” she said, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean -”
“Forget it,” Izuku said, turning in the opposite direction and hurrying away
from her. He didn’t actually have any intention of visiting the infirmary, but
he couldn’t face the thought of being around people either, so the library and
the dining hall were out. Izuku went instead to the dorms and shut himself in
his bedroom.
His stomachache had gotten worse. It felt sort of like heat pains but a bit
different. Izuku shrugged off his backpack and blazer and unfastened his slacks
so that he could slip out of them. At the start of the year he’d had to wear a
belt to hold them up, but he must have put on weight in the last few weeks
because the belt was no longer necessary.
It wasn’t surprising. Recovery Girl hadn’t let him near the gym for an entire
month, to give him time to properly recover, and when Bakugou caught him
struggling through a set of sit ups in his bedroom, he’d blasted a hole in the
door.
Folding his uniform over the back of his desk chair, Izuku crawled into bed and
curled up on his side. He clutched one of his pillows in his arms, pressing it
tight against his stomach and curling around it. The pressure helped to dull
the ache slightly, but he wished that Bakugou were there to cuddle him and take
his mind off it.
***
Izuku woke a short while later, sweating and crying out as he stumbled out of a
nightmare. He must have slept longer than he meant to because it was dark in
his room, and he was disoriented. He felt a hand touch his arm and he lashed
out, forgetting to initiate One For All in his panicked state.
“Deku,” a voice hissed, cutting through the noise in his head. “Deku, calm
down, it’s just me -”
Only two people had ever called him that, and the familiar nickname slowly cut
through the urgency in his brain.
“K - Kacchan?” he whispered, blinking in the low light.
“You okay?” Bakugou said, his voice low and urgent. “Can I touch you?”
Izuku nodded, and realised too late that Bakugou probably couldn’t see him. “Y
- yeah,” he murmured, and sighed when he felt Bakugou sit down on the edge of
the bed, and then his strong arms wrapped around Izuku’s chest and pulled him
close.
“You didn’t come down for dinner,” Bakugou said, sounding kind of annoyed. He’d
taken it on himself to be Izuku’s protector since the rescue, which apparently
involved making sure he ate at least two full meals a day. Come to think of it,
maybe Bakugou was partly behind Izuku’s sudden weight gain.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” Izuku muttered, squeezing closer.
“Had another nightmare?”
Izuku nodded. “I don’t remember anything,” he said, before Bakugou could ask.
“Just…noise. Screaming, I think. It - it wasn’t about my capture.”
“Good.”
Bakugou rubbed his hand in circles over Izuku’s back, comforting him while his
breathing began to slow down and his heartbeat returned to normal. Sweat was
sticking his bangs to his forehead, but Bakugou didn’t seem to mind how sweaty
Izuku’s shirt was under his hands.
“You need anything?”
Izuku shook his head. “It feels better now,” he said, pulling back and reaching
down to cradle his stomach. “It felt sort of like I was getting my heat, but I
don’t think that’s it.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting that by now?” Bakugou asked, reaching up to push
Izuku’s sticky hair off his forehead. “Been a few weeks.”
Izuku just shrugged.
“Talk to Recovery Girl about it,” Bakugou said, getting to his feet.
“It’s nothing,” Izuku said quickly. “My hormones were all fucked up after - um.
She said it could take a few months to go back to normal, if they do at all.”
Bakugou’s face twisted into a scowl. “Talk to her, idiot.”
Izuku bit his lip and looked down at his hands. Unshed tears made his eyes
burn. “It’s not that easy,” he gritted out.
“What? Because you might be knocked up?” Bakugou snorted. “Ignoring it’s not
gonna make that situation any better.”
“Don’t you even care about that?” Izuku demanded, looking up at him in shock.
“What if you did get me pregnant?”
“What if I didn’t?” Bakugou yelled back.
Izuku flinched away from him, and he could see the brief flash of regret on
Bakugou’s face for yelling, but that wasn’t why he’d flinched. Hot tears
spilled over, burning on his flushed cheeks.
“Aw, fuck, what is it?”
“What if you didn’t,” Izuku repeated in a hoarse whisper. “What if - if one of
them did.”
For a few seconds, Bakugou looked totally shocked, as if the possibility had
genuinely never occurred to him, then the anger took over, his eyes narrowing
and mouth twisting into a snarl.
“You’re not pregnant, Deku,” he said, voice shaking with rage.
“B - but -”
“You’re fuckin’ not!” Bakugou said angrily. He turned and grabbed a pile of
Izuku’s unwashed clothes from a pile at the end of the bed, and threw them in
Izuku’s direction. “Get dressed, you crybaby. We’re goin’ down there now.”
“No, Kacchan,” Izuku protested.
“Put your fuckin’ pants on.”
Izuku grabbed the pile of clothes and threw them on the floor. “I don’t want to
know!” he shouted.
He was ready for Bakugou to start shouting back, but to his surprise Bakugou
just blew out a long breath, and came back to sit beside him on the edge of the
bed.
“Deku,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He reached up and brushed
another curl of damp hair behind Izuku’s ear. “I know you’re scared. You think
I’m not scared? I’m fuckin’ terrified.”
Izuku laughed wetly, although it wasn’t really funny.
“If we don’t go find out, it’s just gonna get worse and worse,” Bakugou said,
putting his hand on Izuku’s shoulder, and rubbing the top of his arm slowly.
“Though I kinda like the idea of getting you all fat and heavy with my spunk.”
“Ew, Kacchan,” Izuku groaned, leaning away from him.
Bakugou snorted with laughter and chased after him, leaning in to nuzzle
Izuku’s neck. “I think it’d be kinda hot,” he murmured, putting his other hand
on Izuku’s waist, and waiting to see that he was okay with it before sliding it
higher. “Think how big and juicy your little tits would get.
“K - Kacchan,” Izuku gasped, when Bakugou cupped his right pec, thumb rubbing
over his nipple.
“I could keep you in bed all day when you got too big to go to class,” Bakugou
murmured, sliding his other hand around Izuku’s waist. “Come back and fuck you
as many times as you like -”
“Stop,” Izuku said in a shaky voice. “Kacchan - stop, I don’t - I don’t want to
think about that.”
“Alright,” Bakugou said, pulling away.
But he didn’t get very long before Izuku grabbed him by the collar of his
school shirt and dragged him closer to kiss him. He didn’t waste time making it
nice - instead he plunged his tongue into Bakugou’s throat and bit down on his
bottom lip. They kissed messily, hands roaming through each others hair and
over clothes, trying to find skin.
“Deku,” Bakugou groaned when they parted for long enough for him to speak. “You
sure?”
They hadn’t had sex since that time right after Izuku was rescued, when the
stress of his ordeal and the relief at being reunited by his mate had sent him
into a heat spiral. They’d spent two days screwing at odd intervals, sometimes
having to stop when Izuku started freaking out, sometimes barely even waiting
for Bakugou’s knot to go down before they started again.
Izuku hadn’t been able to since then. The bad dreams had taken their tole, and
without the haze of the heat distracting him and sending his senses into
overdrive he hadn’t been able to let himself get lost in Bakugou in the same
way. Every time they touched all he could think of was the awful ways he’d been
touched in that warehouse, and how wrong it was for Bakugou to have to touch
him after that.
“Deku,” Bakugou said more softly. He stroked Izuku’s cheek with his thumb.
“I’m fine,” Izuku said, pulling Bakugou’s shirt open.
Bakugou gave him a doubting look.
“Really,” Izuku insisted. He pulled his own shirt over his head, then took
Bakugou’s hand and pressed it against his chest. “Tell me again,” he said,
trying to make his voice sound low and sultry. “What’re you gonna do to me when
you’ve knocked me up?”
“Thought you didn’t wanna talk about that,” Bakugou murmured, lowering his head
to Izuku’s chest.
Izuku moaned when Bakugou latched onto his nipple with lips and teeth, hands
gripping his hips tightly. A spike of arousal made him shiver. “I - I wanna
know,” he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I don’t - don’t want you
to leave me.”
Bakugou growled into his chest. “Stupid Deku,” he grumbled, pressing closer.
“You’re mine, remember?”
“Yeah,” Izuku gasped. “But still.”
“Hey,” Bakugou said, straightening up to face him. He cupped Izuku’s face
between his hands, holding him loosely enough that he could easily pull away if
he wanted to. “I’m not just hangin’ around because I wanna put my dick in you.”
Izuku swallowed heavily. He felt like he couldn’t breathe properly.
“You don’t fuckin’ think I stick around just so I can breed you.”
“No, no,” Izuku murmured, lowering his gaze.
Bakugou pulled him closer and kissed the side of his cheek. “How about I show
you.”
“Uh -”
“Lie down,” Bakugou murmured. “I’ll stop if you need me to.”
Izuku closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. We can try.”
He lay back on the bed, and reached down for the waistband of his underwear.
“I’ve got it,” Bakugou said, knocking his hand aside.
“Kacchan -”
Bakugou leaned over him and kissed him suddenly. He was careful not to put any
of his weight on top of Izuku as they kissed, giving him the chance to wriggle
out if he needed to. They kissed slowly, Bakugou making him moan when he sucked
on Izuku’s tongue. He slid down Izuku’s body slowly, leaving slow, lingering
kisses over his chest and stomach.
“Deku,” Bakugou growled, when he was leaning over Izuku’s belly. His fingertips
played at the edge of Izuku’s underwear. “You good?”
Izuku nodded eagerly. “Don’t - don’t stop, Kacchan.”
Lowering his head more, Bakugou nuzzled Izuku’s cock through his underwear,
then laved his tongue over the front of it. While he was busy with his
ministrations he hooked his thumbs in Izuku’s underwear and tugged it down,
freeing his small cock so that he could suck on it properly.
Izuku moaned and threw his head back against the pillow, clenching his hands
into fists in his sheets. “Ah - Kacchan!”
Kacchan made a sound deep in his throat as his mouth worked, and it took Izuku
a few moments to realize that he was purring, chest rumbling with the sound.
Izuku found himself relaxing despite his worries, easy in the knowledge that
Bakugou would keep him safe.
“Deku,” Bakugou growled, letting Izuku’s cock slip out of his mouth. He sat up
and tugged Izuku’s underwear off the rest of the way, then tucked a hand in the
joint of his left knee and pushed his leg up, spreading his thighs wide.
Izuku could smell his own slick and he blushed faintly, but Bakugou didn’t seem
to notice his embarrassment. He dove down between Izuku’s legs and nuzzled his
inner thigh, then laved his tongue over the soft outer lips of his pussy. It
made Izuku tremble, fingers tightening again where he grasped at the sheets.
"Yell if it's too much," Bakugou muttered, and then he was parting Izuku's cunt
with his tongue, alternately licking and sucking softly as he slowly lavished
attention on him. When Izuku started to twitch, breaths coming faster, Bakugou
went for his cock again - his clit really - and sucked hard as it firmed up in
his mouth.
"Kacchan," Izuku groaned. Without thinking he reached down and seized a handful
of Bakugou's hair, something that would normally get him cussed out at the very
least, but Bakugou only moaned and increased his efforts. "H - harder," Izuku
gasped, twisting his grip on Bakugou's hair. "Kacchan, please - touch me."
Bakugou's hand slid around from Izuku's ass, pausing to give his thigh a
friendly squeeze. He brushed his knuckles against the lips of Izuku's cunt and
drew back so that he was only teasing his cock with the tip of his tongue. He
started to purr again when Izuku tugged his hair and tried to push down against
his fingers, but eventually he stopped teasing and pushed his two middle
fingers inside, curling them as he slowly pulled out, then pushing back in
again.
"Yesss," Izuku sighed, legs falling open. He'd only tried to touch himself once
since his rescue and that first, urgent heat spent with Bakugou in the
infirmary, and it hadn't gone well. But it had been out of frustration that
he'd tried to do it, after several times Bakugou tried to kiss him and Izuku
flinched away without knowing why. He'd thought if he could touch himself
without freaking out that maybe they'd be able to have sex again. But doing it
had only made him remember the villains den and the drugs they gave him, the
ones that made his brain a haze of supplicant desire, and caused slick to pour
from between his legs.
"Hey," Bakugou said sternly, lifting his head to look at him. "Where did your
brain go?"
Izuku swallowed guiltily. "Nowhere."
"Stay here, Deku," Bakugou said, reaching for Izuku's hand with his free one.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Izuku nodded and did his best to focus on Bakugou and the warm, pleasant
feelings between his legs, but the more he tried to stay in the moment the more
his mind kept wandering off - to the shadows left behind by his nightmares - to
the anxiety about the extra weight, his absent heat - to the conviction that
Bakugou didn't really want a ruined omega as his mate.
"Alright," Bakugou said at last, wiping his mouth on his arm as he sat up.
"You're not into this."
"No," Izuku said quickly. "I am, I -"
"Hey," Bakugou snapped. "Don't lie to me. It's okay if you need more time, stop
trying to push yourself like an idiot."
Izuku swallowed his protest. "Okay," he said in a tiny voice.
Bakugou lay beside him, and slid his arm under Izuku's shoulders. He was still
mostly dressed while Izuku was naked, but he didn't much care in that moment.
He snuggled closer, putting his head on Bakugou's chest and letting his hand on
his stomach. They lay together in silence for a long time, and Izuku listened
to the steady heartbeat under his ear.
"Hey," Bakugou said at last. He ran his fingers through Izuku's hair. "What if
you fuck me for a change?"
Izuku lifted his head. "What?"
Bakugou looked away. "Your clit is pretty big, but not so big it would hurt.
Why don't you just fuck me instead."
Izuku opened and closed his mouth a few times wordlessly before he could find
something to say. "You'd be okay with that?"
"Whatever," Bakugou said, shrugging. "It's all sex."
"Alright then."
Bakugou snorted. "Fuckin' knew you wouldn't even think about it."
"Shut up," Izuku mumbled, ducking his head again.
"But you're gonna go see Recovery Girl first."
Izuku groaned.
"Don't be a bitch," Bakugou said, shaking him slightly. "You need to sort this
shit out."
"A - Alright."
"I'll go with you. To make sure you do it."
Izuku hid his smile in Bakugou's chest. Bakugou knew that if Izuku said he'd do
it then he'd do it. The thought of going and talking to Recovery Girl about sex
again was mortifying, even more with the thought of Bakugou being there, but
Izuku kind of liked the idea of not having to do it alone.
"Fine," he said, snuggling closer. "Let's do it tomorrow."
Bakugou grunted. "Fine."
***
"You're not pregnant."
Izuku almost fainted with relief. "You're sure?"
She nodded without looking at him. "Unless you've had unprotected sex in, oh,
the past week or so?"
Izuku shook his head. "No, I - no.”
Recovery Girl turned to look at him, and then passed her eyes over Bakugou.
"Having problems?"
To his horror, Izuku's face turned scarlet, and he looked down at his lap. "I -
I -"
"He has nightmares," Bakugou said, low and angry. "And flashbacks, I think."
Izuku nodded.
"To be expected," she said sadly. "Midoriya-kun, I think it's time you spoke to
someone. A trauma counselor."
"That's not necessary," Izuku said quickly, but stopped when Bakugou cuffed him
on the shoulder.
"Don't be a fuckin moron, Deku."
Recovery Girl looked stern. "I'm not sure I agree with the methods, but Bakugou
is right. I can help with the physical trauma but beyond that…"
Izuku sighed and hung his head lower. "Okay," he mumbled.
They arranged the details, and Izuku resigned himself to his fate while Bakugou
hovered in the background looking angry. It wasn’t until they were leaving that
Recovery Girl called out to him softly.
“Midoriya-kun, you know - I don’t know how much you remember, but you were
given emergency contraception when we first retrieved you.” She was watching
him closely, and Izuku felt a flush of guilt. “Obviously it’s not a hundred
percent effective and I don’t blame you for being concerned, but is there any
particular reason you thought you might be pregnant?”
Izuku felt like he was going to die of blushing. “Um. Me and Kacchan, we - he’s
my. Uh.”
“I’m aware the two of you are mated,” she said, her gaze stern but not
judgmental. “The two of you weren’t very discreet after your rescue.”
“Y - yeah, well,” Izuku mumbled, flushing harder. He was all too aware of
Bakugou waiting just outside the door for him. “We had…an accident.”
She nodded. “Accidents happen,” she said, and turned to retrieve something from
a cabinet. She pushed a small package into his hands. “But you’re heroes now.
You have a lot more to think of than just yourselves.”
“Sorry,” Izuku squeaked bowing his head. “I mean yes, thank you!”
“Come on, Deku,” Bakugou yelled impatiently, and Izuku scurried out of the
infirmary to follow him.
“Kacchan,” Izuku called out, hurrying to catch up to Bakugou’s long stride. For
someone who wasn’t that tall he walked very fast.
“Not here,” Bakugou snarled, as if he thought Izuku was likely to start yelling
about condoms in the middle of the hallway.
They walked as far as the elevator that would take them to their floor of the
dorms, and when he saw they were alone, Izuku sank back against the wall.
“That was the most embarrassing twenty minutes of my life,” he groaned,
covering his face.
Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Stupid hag, sticking her fat nose in.
We’re not little kids.”
“In fairness,” Izuku ventured. “We did do it without protection.”
“Whatever,” Bakugou muttered with a mutinous look. “It was worth it.”
Izuku flushed. “It was good,” he agreed in a low murmur. “I’m - I’m sorry that
I can’t -”
Bakugou interrupted him with a groan. His hands made tight fists at his sides.
“Apologize one more time Deku, I mean it. It’s not your fault.”
“Yeah, I - I know that.”
“You sure about that?” Bakugou asked, staring him down.
“Yes!”
“Fine.”
They lapsed into silence, and the elevator pinged their floor. Bakugou stepped
out first, hands jammed in his pockets and his head down as he marched off in
the direction of his own room. Izuku almost followed, but Bakugou didn’t wait
for him and after that meeting in the infirmary he kind of felt like being on
his own for a while. He watched Bakugou until he turned a corner and he was
sure that he wasn’t being expected to follow, before turning and walking the
short distance to his own room.
***
Although he'd done his best to catch up on the work he'd missed, Izuku was
still behind the rest of the class. It was partly because the teachers had
insisted on going easy on him, refusing to let him throw himself back into his
studies the way he needed to. Bakugou's notes were incomprehensible to anyone
but him, so Izuku had been forced to crib what he could from Uraraka and
Todoroki's work. Luckily they were both eager to help, even if they both looked
at him like they barely knew him anymore. Some days Izuku barely knew himself.
He kept thinking about what Recovery Girl had said. He didn’t know when he was
gonna be able to let Bakugou mount him again, but when he did, they had to be
more careful. They were heroes, and Izuku already had a huge target on his
back. He was too young and too dangerous to think about letting himself get
pregnant. Not to mention his mother would lose her mind with worry. Sighing,
Izuku forced his thoughts back to the page in front of him, trying to shove his
worries to the back of his mind.
He worked for so long that he started to zone out, and eventually his phone
buzzed letting him know he had a text.
from Kacchan:
hey asshole
whered u go
from Izuku:
Studying
:(
from Kacchan:
loser
rmbr what we tlkd bout before
from Izuku:
Yeah…
from Kacchan:
still wanna?
Izuku felt his face heat. He thought of the handful of condoms he'd been given
earlier that day. The package had a selection of sizes, including some small
enough that they were clearly intended for a clit.
from Izuku:
Yeah
from Kacchan:
my room 30 mins
bring condoms
Twenty nine minutes later Izuku stood at Bakugou's bedroom door. He knocked
softly, and only a few seconds passed before Bakugou wrenched open the door and
pulled him inside by his wrist. His room was dark inside, and Izuku felt
himself start to tremble. Bakugou's fingers were still holding his wrist
tightly.
"Kacchan," he whispered. "Please - the light."
Bakugou let go of Izuku's arm and reached out to turn on the light. "Better?"
he asked in a gruff voice.
Izuku nodded. And let himself look at his alpha.
Bakugou was flushed and sweaty, looking as though he'd just come from the gym,
except that he was only wearing his boxers. His cock was hard, causing his
underwear to jut out obscenely. No wonder he'd wanted Izuku inside in a hurry.
"Kacchan," Izuku murmured. "You're -"
"I was getting ready for you," Bakugou said, still in that gruff tone. Izuku
realized with a jolt that he wasn't angry, but embarrassed.
"You mean…"
Bakugou nodded stiffly. He grasped Izuku's hand again and brought it to his
waist, then moved it around to the small of his back. He looked away when Izuku
pushed his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, his flush darkening. Izuku
cupped his ass, then reached in, nudging the tip of his middle finger against
Bakugou's hole. It was wet and slippery, and his finger slid in to the first
knuckle without resistance.
"Ohh," Izuku moaned, clutching at Bakugou's hip to pull him closer. Bakugou's
cock jutted up against his hip, and he felt it jerk between them as he pushed
his finger in deeper. "Kacchan, ohh it’s so - it’s so wet.”
“Might be a tight fit,” Bakugou muttered. “Not like you’re gonna stick a knot
in me though.”
Izuku groaned. He felt like he was burning, arousal surging through him the way
he hadn’t felt since before his capture. His heat after the rescue had been
different, all twisted up with relief and desperation and an urgent need to be
close to his mate. When Bakugou had gone down on him yesterday it had felt good
but wrong somehow, like he didn’t deserve to feel good from that. But this -
this was wrong in a different way. It felt taboo, forbidden. Alphas fucked
omegas, not the other way around. Alphas didn’t get wet, or beg to get filled,
bred. Izuku licked his dry mouth and moved his finger around experimentally,
feeling a thrill when Bakugou bit down a gasp.
“Can I - I wanna see.”
Bakugou looked as if he might literally explode. “Can’t you just stick it in,”
he grumbled.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Izuku cooed, cupping Bakugou’s face with his other hand
and kissing his cheek. “I really like it. I - I wanna make you feel good.”
“Idiot,” Bakugou snarled, slipping a hand around the back of his neck and
kissing his mouth.
They fumbled over to the bed together, Izuku holding Bakugou’s hip with the
heel of his hand so as not to make a mess. He couldn’t help wondering where the
lube had come from - from the infirmary, like the condoms? Had he bought it
online? He had an image of Bakugou walking into a shop and buying it in person,
all the while planning this. Groaning at the thought, Izuku pushed him onto the
bed and pressed him flat with a fervent kiss.
Bakugou groaned and fisted his hands in Izuku’s hair and brought his knees up
to hug Izuku’s hips tightly.
“Kacchan,” Izuku moaned. He stroked his tongue against Bakugou’s, then pushed
Bakugou’s head to the side and bit the edge of his jaw, working around to the
scent gland below his ear. He licked and scraped it with his teeth, and felt
Bakugou writhe and moan underneath him.
It made Izuku feel powerful. He wondered if this was how Bakugou felt when they
had sex, if he enjoyed it more when he was holding Izuku down and making him
moan, letting him revel in the pleasure of his heat.
“Deku,” Bakugou groaned when Izuku sucked on his scent gland, teeth digging in
hard enough to mark him. “Fffuck me already.”
“Don’t be so bossy,” Izuku murmured against his neck. He scraped his nails down
Bakugou’s waist and felt him shudder in response. “Yeah. Turn over.”
They shifted around on the bed, pausing to tug Bakugou’s boxers down, and to
wrestle Izuku out of his jeans. He was getting wet, unsurprisingly, slick
staining his underwear, and Bakugou groaned when Izuku’s jeans hit the floor
and his scent rolled up.
“Sit on my face,” he demanded.
Izuku laughed. “I thought I was gonna fuck you.”
“Sit on my damn face,” Bakugou snarled, grabbing at his hips. ”Now.”
Still laughing, Izuku slipped off his underwear then pushed Bakugou onto the
bed again and straddled his chest. Bakugou watched him hungrily as Izuku
settled down on top of him, lowering his cunt to Bakugou’s waiting mouth. This,
he was relieved to find, felt nothing like being held by villains. He put one
hand on the wall above Bakugou’s head and started to move, rolling his hips
down, grinding against his mouth and chin and nose. Bakugou must have been
struggling to breathe, but he only clutched Izuku’s thighs more tightly, pulled
him down harder, fucked him with his tongue until he was crying out.
Bakugou stopped him eventually and nudged him back a short way so that he could
get Izuku’s clit in his mouth. It had already firmed up a lot, nothing like
Bakugou’s cock but big for a clit, and he felt it swell when Bakugou started to
suck on it.
“Kaccha - ah,” Izuku gasped, tearing at his own hair. “I’m - I’m gonna come
soon.”
Bakugou moaned in answer, and reached up to push his fingers inside Izuku’s
pussy. He started with two, then quickly added a third, curling around to find
the right spot behind Izuku’s clit and then sucking him hard as he started to
come.
Slick poured out of him, almost as much as when he was in heat, covering the
lower half of Bakugou’s face and dripping down his throat. Izuku’s thighs were
shaking violently, and Bakugou held him to make sure he wouldn’t fall as he
sucked Izuku gently through the aftershocks, absorbing the spasms that shot
through his stomach and thighs.
“Fuck,” Bakugou spat, when Izuku had stopped shaking. He reached up and wiped
his face with the back of his hand. “Shoulda put a towel down.”
“Sorry,” Izuku slurred. “I didn’t know there’d be so much.”
Bakugou snorted, and gently shifted Izuku to one side so he could sit up. His
throat and chest were both shiny with Izuku’s slick. “Fuck I’d love to knot you
right now,” he murmured, reaching over and stroking his hand over Izuku’s
belly. “Take you raw, fill you up with my spunk.”
Izuku bit his lip. A surge of desire sent another rush of slick cascading down
his thighs. “M - me too,” he groaned. “Can I - still um.”
“Yeah,” Bakugou said, leaning over. Izuku met him halfway and they kissed
slowly, Izuku taking his time to lick his own taste off Bakugou’s mouth and
chin. “C’mon, quit dicking around, Deku.” He pulled away, and turned over on
all fours. “Just don’t fuckin laugh at me or you’re dead.”
“I won’t,” Izuku said quickly, still trying to catch his breath at how gorgeous
Bakugou looked spread out in front of him like that. He reached out and ran his
fingers along the length of Bakugou’s spine, watching the shiver that ran
through him in response.
Bakugou grunted. “Lube is over there,” he said, jerking his head toward the
desk.
Izuku lunged over and grabbed it, and squeezed some in his hand before moving
closer to Bakugou. His ass was smooth and skinny, not like Izuku’s plump little
ass, but he liked the way that made it easier, how Bakugou was so spread open
for him already, wet and inviting. Izuku stroked between his ass cheeks slowly,
rubbing the tip of his thumb around and around the little flushed hole.
“Get - get on with it,” Bakugou grunted, shivering all over.
Moving closer, Izuku wrapped his other arm around Bakugou’s hips and grasped
his cock with his slippery fingers. It was hot and straining in his hand, and
he wanted so badly to sink down on it, to hold Bakugou against his chest while
his knot swelled and all they could do was lie close, listening to each other’s
heartbeats while they were tied together.
In the shock of breath that followed when he started to stroke Bakugou’s cock,
Izuku pressed inside him with two fingers. He wouldve gone slower but Bakugou
had already said he was getting himself ready, and he took the intrusion
easily, moaning and fucking himself back and forth between Izuku’s hand and his
probing fingers.
“Is this okay?”
“What do you fuckin think?” Bakugou snarled.
Izuku smirked. “You look like you can’t get enough,” he said in a low voice,
and leaned in close to run his tongue along Bakugou’s spine.
“Fuck,” Bakugou hissed, thumping his fist against the pillow. “Fuck me
already.”
“Alright,” Izuku murmured, his heart slamming against his ribs. He wiped his
hands on the sheets then reached for his jeans, tugging out the handful of
condoms from his pocket.
“You’re keen,” Bakugou said snorting.
Izuku shoved him. “Shut up,” he said, blushing. “I - I just thought. If you
wanted to swap later. Um.”
Bakugou sat back on his heels and looked at him seriously. “You’re okay with
it?”
Izuku looked away. “I don’t know. Maybe?” He laughed awkwardly. “You have no
idea how much I want your knot in me right now.”
Bakugou’s expression remained serious. “Next time,” he said, to Izuku’s relief
and disappointment. He resumed his position on all fours, shoulders lowered on
his folded arms. He looked for all the world like the most obedient omega
waiting for his alpha’s knot.
Climbing back onto the bed Izuku covered Bakugou’s body with his own and kissed
the back of his neck, soothing his tongue over the still-fresh bite mark there.
He reached down between them and rubbed his fingertips over Bakugou’s hole
again, then he grabbed his clit, feeling weird with the condom on, and pushed
inside him.
Bakugou made a sound like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him and Izuku
paused, anxious. “Kacchan?”
“Don’t fuckin stop,” Bakugou snarled, reaching back to grab his hip. “Fuck me,
you fuckin pussy.”
“Asshole,” Izuku muttered fondly. He put his hand in the middle of Bakugou’s
back and pressed down as he started to fuck him. It felt strange, and
wonderfully overwhelming. Like when Bakugou sucked him off but indescribably
better, so tight and hot.
He didn’t need to worry about Bakugou, who was really into it going by the way
he started pushing himself back on Izuku’s clit, fucking himself impatiently.
He reached under himself and started to jerk himself off, which was just as
well because Izuku wasn’t gonna last long with this much stimulation on his
clit.
“Izuku,” Bakugou groaned, hips rolling slowly. “Gahh - ahh, Izuku -”
Izuku felt a warm flush fall over him. Bakugou only used his given name when he
was worried or really lost in the moment. It felt good to hear him say it now.
“Are you…close?” he asked, stroking his hand along Bakugou’s spine again.
“Of course I’m fuckin close,” Bakugou growled. “You?”
Izuku licked his mouth. He could feel his slick dripping on the sheets from
between his parted thighs. “Y -yeah,” he moaned. “Katsuki - I want you to knot
in me.”
“This again,” Bakugou grumbled, but he sounded loose and broken down. Ready to
fall apart.
“F-feels - makes me feel…safe,” Izuku groaned.
Bakugou moaned, cutting himself off sharply. “Alright,” he said weakly. “If
you’re close, then get on with it. Then you can have it.”
”Katsuki,” Izuku moaned, fucking him harder. He felt raw and overstimulated. It
wasn’t quite enough to get him over the edge, but he closed his eyes and
pictured again Bakugou going down on him, how it had felt to grind down against
his face, soaking him in slick, he thought of Bakugou lifting him easily,
holding him up against the wall and fucking him as hard as he could, no fear
that he would break under the onslaught.
Izuku was coming before he knew it, clutching Bakugou’s hips hard enough to
leave dark purple bruises in his skin. This second orgasm was weaker than the
first, but more devastating, draining him all over so that he could barely hold
himself up. He pulled out slowly, disposing of the sticky condom.
Bakugou was on him in an instant, rolling on his back and pulling Izuku down
with him. His cock pressed at Izuku’s slick pussy, grinding through the wet
folds of skin, making Izuku tremble through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Sure?” he gritted out, clutching Izuku’s upper arms tightly as he rubbed his
cock against the entrance of Izuku’s cunt.
Izuku groaned and pushed his face into Bakugou’s neck. He should ask him to put
on a condom, he knew he should. Bakugou knew it. They were within arms reach.
But neither of them wanted it, and neither suggested it as Izuku started to
rock against him, both of them moaning into each other’s skin as the head of
Bakugou’s cock caught again and again at the rim of his pussy. And then Izuku
pushed at just the right angle and it Bakugou’s cock breached him, feeling so
good after the emptiness and the wave of slick that had been drooling out of
him, begging for a knot.
They both cried out when it happened, clinging to one another. Izuku rocked his
hips again and Bakugou bit down on his shoulder as he came, knot swelling
inside him, come filling him in a rush.
“Yeah,” Izuku moaned, knowing it was stupid, foolish, and not caring. “Katsuki
- Katsuki.”
“Didn’t - use a condom,” Bakugou gritted out, but he was still moving, grinding
his hips in slow circles, spreading that heat around inside Izuku’s cunt.
“It’s okay,” Izuku murmured, grasping Bakugou’s face in his hands. He kissed
him hard, mouth still tasting of Izuku’s cunt. “It’s okay, it’s not my heat. I
probably can’t get pregnant.”
Bakugou snorted. “Yeah,” he said, unconvinced, and pulled Izuku closer to kiss
him again. “Don’t care. Love you.”
Izuku’s stomach tumbled. “You…you do?”
“Shut up, Deku,” Bakugou mumbled.
“Oh,” Izuku sighed, sinking down and grinding himself happily on Bakugou’s
knot.
Bakugou groaned and clutched Izuku’s hips. “Stop fuckin’ squirming.”
Izuku did, and Bakugou reached to haul the sheet over them. They were lying
half on top so it only covered part of them, but it was still appreciated as
their skin began to cool. Bakugou was already falling asleep, Izuku could tell,
and he tucked his face into the side of Bakugou’s neck where it was warm and
safe.
“Love you too,” he mumbled.
Bakugou’s fingers slid through his hair. “Go to sleep, Izuku.”
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