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Okay, listen, it wasn't supposed to turn out this bad. Like, there shouldn't have been any problems. None. It would have all gone smoothly, if it weren't for him.
Deku.
Fucking Deku as always, ruining his plans and making good situations turn sour.
Training in class 3-A was an almost daily occurrence, as it had been for the past two and a bit years. And today was no different - supposed to be no different - than all of those days that came before it. Today, classes 3-A and 3-B had merged once again, facing off against a group of "villains" (more reformed street thugs than anything else). And their simple task? To retrieve the hostage in the center (Mt. Lady, of course).
The thing is, he had been stuck on a team with Deku. Unsurprisingly, Deku is an excellent fighter (and hero, but you didn't hear that from Bakugou) with amazing tact and skill. And, more surprisingly this time, they actually worked well together, more often than not.
Except when goddam Deku had his shitty hero complex act up.
You see, Bakugou had been perfectly fine fighting one of the villains, who had seemingly been trained professionally. Sure, it wasn't an easy fight, but it wasn't anything too challenging either. But right as he was about to make the finishing blow, Deku's black whip held him back, causing the villain to collide with his chest, quirk activated and all.
And that caused the problem he's in now, standing at the front of his class, as the teachers told them their strengths and weaknesses of the match. His hero costume's shirt sat uncomfortable - painfully so, on his chest, right over his pecs. Hell, they hurt. So itchy, but every time he scratched them he almost cried. So sensitive that the slightest brush of the fabric made him bite back a whimper. Bakugou was sure that they were swollen and irritated.
"As for the quirks," Mr Aizawa's voice smashed him back into the present. "The files on the "villains" will be displayed here-" he gestured to the massive screen. "- any problems, please let either me or Recovery Girl know. You are all dismissed."
Up on the screen, the quirks of the six pretend villains were listed, alongside their photos. Bakugou quickly scanned for the one he was fighting earlier.
"Metojin Sendo. Quirk: sensitivity. Any body part he touches has increased sensitivity. Effects usually last 48 hours, depending on the amount of nerve endings present in that area. Non lethal, no treatment necessary."
Oh, goody.
A sensitivity quirk? Such bullshit! Now he was stuck with sore pecs for two days. Thank god it was the weekend, next.
-
A knock sounded on his dorm room door.
"Kacchan?"
"What do you want, nerd?"
"Can I come in?"
Bakugou hesitated, glancing down at his bare chest, only a towel wrapped around him; a shower hadn't helped with the sensitivity. In fact, it was driving him insane, so painful that he could barely concentrate long enough to do anything. Yes, he had tried massaging the affected flesh, and no, nothing had happened - it just made the pain worse.
Ah, what the hell, this was that nerd's fault anyways.
"Sure, whatever."
"Thanks." Deku entered, holding a small bag of… something. He set it down on Bakugou's desk, and approached him carefully. "Is your chest still hurting?"
"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it, huh? You read that board, too." Bakugou knew he shouldn't be so snide, but it was Deku's fault in the first place, so.
"I think I've got something that can help."
"Oh yeah? What could you possibly do? I've tried everything."
"Really? Have you tried going to the teacher, or Recovery Girl?"
"Maybe not that," Bakugou muttered quietly.
"Of course not. Do you want my help, or not?"
Bakugou considered. And considered. And then considered some more.
"Fine. But don't make it weird."
"I won't." Deku reached for the bag, pulling out a small bottle of massage oil, leaving something else still in there. He turned to put the bag back."Sit on your bed."
"Don't tell me what to do," but he complied anyway; something about that bossy tone made Bakugou gulp. The towel threatened to slip off, so he simply tossed it aside. What? It's not like they hadn't seen each other naked before, right? They did share the showers in the locker room often, or gone on a trip to the local onsen.
Deku turned around again, pouring a little of the oil onto his fingers to test it. When he looked up, he froze.
"Oh, you're- er. Okay, that works too, I guess."
"What, nerd? Embarrassed?"
"No, I just wasn't expecting it, was all." Deku stood before him now, calculating something. "It'll be easier if you lay down on your back, I think."
Bakugou only rolled his eyes, doing as he was told. Come on, there was no point fighting him in this. But then, Deku moved to straddle his waist.
"Hey, hold on nerd. What are you doing?"
"Well you'll see if you let me do my thing."
A bit hesitant now, Bakugou sat up. "I'm going to sit against my headboard instead. Don't trust you straddling me."
"You sure that'll be comfortable?"
Bakugou considered this also, and wedged his pillow between him and the board. Satisfied, he gave a nod.
"Good."
Without a second thought, Deku moved to sit on his lap, knees either side of Bakugou's thighs.
"Whoa, hold on Deku. What are you-?"
"Oh just shut up. It will allow me to work better."
Bakugou just gulped, and sat back, trying to ignore how his dick rubbed uncomfortably against Deku's jorts. Jorts!! Christ sake, this boy needed a fashion sense.
Adding more oil to his scarred palms, Deku tossed the bottle aside (closing it first, thankfully. Bakugou would have made him lick the bed clean if he hadn't) and rubbed his palms together; only only looked a slight bit nervous, hesitating for only a moment before placing both palms over each of Bakugou's pecs.
Bakugou froze, unsure of the sensation yet thankful that it didn't hurt - too badly. It took some getting used to, but as Deku started to massage the flesh lightly, the pain ebbed away, only leaving a pleasant thrum in its place.
But then, Deku's finger caught a nipple, then squeezed his pec. And, well, he just couldn't help it.
A loud whimper escaped from his lips, back arching into Deku's palms slightly. Deku, on the other hand, just looked taken aback, hands frozen in place. Quickly, Bakugou covered his mouth.
"I... yawned."
"Like hell you did," Deku chuckled, "it's okay, though. I thought that might happen."
"You perverted little-"
"Who are you calling perverted? You're the one actually getting pleasure from this." Deku smirked, before returning to the task at… hand.
He continued to massage the muscles, making sure to target the edges, just above and just below, and in between. But that wasn't where the villain had touched him. No… that was-
"Ahnn, fuck,"
There. Right in the centre, and where the nipples were. And fucking Deku, he just kept at it, right there, in the most sensitive zone. Pushing his thumbs in, swirling his rough palms against the skin, then moving his fingers to skim over the nipple. Again and again, until Bakugou knew for sure that Deku could feel his dick poking his ass.
"Having fun, Kacchan?" Deku asked with a smirk.
"Shut up, this is all your-" he let out a harsh whimper "-fault. Fuck-"
"Oh really?" Deku took his hands away, resting them on his lap. Bakugou whined at the loss, fighting desperately to keep his hips still. "If it's all my fault, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just left."
"No, no please don't!" The words were out of Bakugou's mouth before he could even register it, and when he did, he clamped his palms firmly over his mouth.
"Oh, what was that? I couldn't hear you." Deku teased, bringing his head closer to Bakugou's. "Why don't you repeat that for me?"
"Fuck off."
"Okay," Deku made to get up, but found that he couldn't, for Bakugou's palms held him down. Taken aback by the rough hands on his waist, Deku chanced a glance at Bakugou.
"Please don't stop," he whispered, grinding upwards. Deku just nodded, pouring more oil onto his hands.
"I won't. I'm here."
"Thank you."
Deku just nodded, massaging the firm muscle on Bakugou's chest, pressing down hard, splayed fingers flicking at his nipples. But this time, Bakugou didn't hold back his moans, head falling back against the headboard. Sweat dripped down the thick column of his throat, eyes screwed shut in hazy pleasure.
Deku leaned near Bakugou's ear.
"You come from this alone, and I'll let you fuck me."
In response, Bakugou nodded his head, not really sure why he was agreeing. But he knew one thing: if he didn't bury his cock in that thick ass of Deku's at some point, well, he'd probably just explode.
"Good boy," Deku whispered, and Bakugou keened, arching his back, reeling under the praise. Deku chuckled, leaning his head down to be level with Bakugou's chest. Puffing out a breath against one of Bakugou's overly sensitive nipples, Deku stuck out a tongue and licked at one, before going in to suck it. Thank fuck that this massage oil was safe to consume. And oh, fucking hell, it was a gorgeous feeling. So full of electricity and fervour, Bakugou whined low and deep, quickly moving his hands to the headboard. Not a second later did his hands reflexively spark and smoke, singing the already charred wood. (Why was it charred, you may ask? Well, come on, we all know.)
Deku shuffled his hips back, the rough drag of denim a momentary clap of thunder. A better angle gave him better leverage, so Deku gently bit down on the aching nipple. The already oversensitive flesh rippled with goosebumps, the pleasure a tirade of fire. Bakugou felt himself draw close, way sooner than he usually would.
"Deku I'm…" he sighed, biting back a whine. "I'm gonna -"
"Whats stopping you?" Deku smirked, removing his thick lips from the nipple. "Do you need my permission or something? Do you need to be told to cum, like a needy little slut?"
Fuck, those words… so small yet impactful. He gave a small head shake.
"There's a good boy. You're doing so well for me."
An echoing moan escaped as Bakugou was wrangled closer to the edge, core so right it hurt, back so arched he put pornstars to shame. Yet Deku was persistent, speeding up his pace.
Oh my, Bakugou was almost there, teetering on that cliff of immense pleasure. His dick began to ache, so desperate and red between the rough denim of the jorts. Fuck, he needed it so bad. He needed Deku so bad. He was gonna cum, oh-
"Deku, deku-"
Then the hands were gone, and Deku stood up in a flash of green lightning.
Pain wracked Bakugous body, first from the lack of the massage, but then stronger from his dick. So neglected it was almost purple, so hard it could be legally classed as an assault weapon. Fuck, he was so close…
Deku stood smirking, arms crossed, leaning on one hip. In an instant, Bakugou lept up, stalking his prey that he desperately needed.
"What's wrong, Kacchan?" He whispered, smiling.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Bakugou growled lowly, a deep rumble in his chest. In seconds, Deku was against the wall, pinned. Bakugous mouth found his, an intense burning desire clawing at his insides as he explored that hot little mouth with his tongue. So much to explore, so much to bite and mark and scratch…
Bakugous thoughts spiraled, fingers flexing against the cheap polo shirt his teammate wore. It blocked the view. It needed to go.
He incinerated the seams, tearing it off in a matter of seconds, revealing the chiselled abdomen underneath. Fuck, Deku looked like a Greek statue; all pale skin and and beautiful, defined muscles. Immediately, Bakugou dropped to his knees and grabbed Deku's hips, roughly pulling him down so that his teeth could nip at his abs.
"Wow, Kacchan," Deku whispered a little breathily, "you're really into this huh."
Bakugou didn't give a response, but instead yanked down Deku's jorts. Deku stepped out of them, and the moment he did, Bakugou incinerated those too.
"Hey-"
"They were fucking ugly. I did you a favour."
"Fuck you."
But Bakugou wasn't listening. He was just staring at Deku's cock; very hard and reddening, long veins ran down the shaft. His mouth watered, giving that thick cock a couple of quick strokes.
He leaned forwards to suck on the tip, hard, while he pumped the rest of Deku's cock. More and more of Deku's cock he swallowed, deeper and deeper until it tickled the back of his throat. One scarred hand wound itself into the silky blonde spikes, gripping and pulling hard. Bakugou moaned lewdly around the cock, slightly shocked by his reaction. Above him, Deku groaned, rolling his hips into Bakugou's open mouth.
"Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, oh -" Deku rambled, his hips picking up pace. "Makes me wanna fuck you instead, have you writhing and moaning on my cock. Fucking hell, I'd make you cum untouched too, pinning your hands to your headboard and spreading your legs wide, like the slut you are. Oh shit-"
Deku's cock twitched in his mouth as Bakugou suddenly sucked hard, setting an unforgiving bobbing pace. Deku whimpered as his cock was swallowed again and again, disappearing far down Bakugou's thoat, his velvety flesh heaven against his needy dick.
"Shit, shit, Kacchan stop, I'm gonna-" but Bakugou didn't need to be told, because he had already pulled off, smirking the same sky smile Deku gave him earlier. After a few shaky breaths, Deku rubbed his flushed face, reaching for his bag. From it, he pulled a small bottle of lube. "Lie back on your bed."
He did as he was told, his own cock almost purple and throbbing with need. Deku crawled onto the bed, a hungry look in his eyes. Bakugou gulped, suddenly feeling very small. From behind Deku, black tendrils shot out, binding his hands to the headboard and his ankles to each post, pulling him motionless. A couple more tendrils of black whip snaked around Bakugou's chest, directly over the sensitive flesh. A high pitched whine escaped before he could stop it, his spine arching into the touch.
Deku poured some lube onto his fingers, warming it up before he brought it to Bakugou's hole. It fluttered beneath the gentle touch, featherlight and teasing.
"Deku."
"Hmm?" Deku circled his finger again, barely making contact with the flesh.
"Deku don't tease me."
"I'm sorry?" Deku continued his ministrations, pressing a little harder. Bakugou's cock twitched, leaking slowly against his abdomen.
"Deku i-" he whimpered, "I really need it."
"Need what?" Deku carefully pressed just the tip of his finger into the hole, before pulling it out again. Bakugou couldn't take it anymore. He needed stimulation *now*.
"Please! Fuck, Deku, please fuck me."
"Oh?" Deku didn't change his actions.
"Deku please, please please please, please fuck me. I cant-" he hickuped, his eyes growing wet. "I need you so bad,"
But Deku saw, a new objective in mind.
"I don't know what you're asking me to do, Kacchan."
"You shitty nerd," a tear escaped, hot and warm and Bakugou whined. "Fuck me, please, Deku please I need you-"
Now the tears just kept coming, want wracking every nerve in his body. At the sight, Deku's mouth watered, and he gave in. He carefully pushed one finger inside, thrusting it in and out. Bakugou moaned unabashed, tears still falling but a pleasurable expression donned on his face.
One finger became two, and Deku curled them, feeling for the spot. He knew he found it when Bakugou's eyes flew open, his breath caught in his throat. A groan escaped him, back arching into the two fingers. Deku added one more, and when that didn't get the reaction he wanted, he added his fourth.
At this, Bakugou keened highly, breath coming in quick, hot flashes. Bakugou felt like he was on fire, every muscle was tense, his core was tight and hot. He was so close, so close!
"Fuck," he whined, trying to buck down on Deku's fingers. "I'm so close, please let me-"
But as Bakugou was just about to cum, Deku removed his fingers once more. More tears flooded, pain and pleasure fading together. This time, however, Deku wasn't wasting any time. He quickly lined up his aching cock, pushing slowly into Bakugou.
"You're so hot, Kacchan." Deku groaned, leaning in close to Bakugou's ear. "You're so tight, too, even though I just stretched you."
Bakugou didn't respond, still breathing heavily as he adjusted to the girth. Once Deku was fully situated inside, he tensed, trying to stave off his orgasm.
Soon, Bakugou began to whine and grind his hips, giving Deku the go ahead to start thrusting. And that he did, setting a brutal and organ rearranging pace. Every thrust punched the breath from Bakugou's lungs, pushing him closer and closer for the third time. This time, Deku didn't stop, also rapidly tumbling towards release. The pace became sloppy and uncoordinated, yet the two didn't mind. Bakugou's mind went blank, his vision blackened as finally, finally, the fell into the waves of his orgasm, thick tears escaping his screwed up eyes.
The clenching from Bakugou sent Deku orgasming too, his hips stuttering as he ground and rutted inside him, cock throbbing from his release. Bakugou could feel it, his own cock almost painful as he came, thick ropes painting his chest.
At last, when the two had came down, Deku released his quick and pulled out. Cum spilled from the hole, onto Bakugou's bedsheets.
"Deku," Bakugou grunted. "If my sheets are a mess, I will make you lick them clean."
Deku chuckled, grabbing his ripped t-shirt to clean them both up. But suddenly, there was a looming presence from behind him.
"You think I'm joking?"