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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, 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, Bakugou_Katsuki_&_Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Internalized_Homophobia, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Situational
      Humiliation, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, One_Shot, Homosexuality, First_Time,
      Bakugou_Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, Porn_with_Feelings
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-23 Words: 5691
****** Why Not Me? ******
by Remeron
Summary
     Izuku has been feeling things for Katsuki. He finally gathers the
     courage to confront him about it and the short-tempered blonde reacts
     in his usual way: violently. They then discover that they do in fact
     have something out for each other - and it escalates far too quickly.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Izuku shuddered.
He could feel dry lips press against his own. It was a foreign touch – strange
and confusing. A thumb dug into the flesh of his cheek while the rest curled
tensely under his chin. Blunt nails scratched him lightly when he flinched
back.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
But there he was, with his rival Katsuki Bakugo. Face to face and alone in the
cool dimness of the blonde’s bedroom. They were sitting on the bed, with
Izuku’s back to the headboard and his legs spread open, Katsuki placed directly
between them and pinning him in.
Izuku was wearing a black t-shirt and olive green, knee-length shorts. Katsuki
had on a band T-shirt of a group Izuku didn’t really know well, but wild skulls
and dark images decorated the front. He had dark faded jeans on with tears all
down the shins.
It was the weekend and they didn’t have much to do.
The freckled student had wandered into his rival’s room to confront him about
some awkward questions that had been sitting in the back of his mind for some
time. He had begun feeling a little giddy whenever he looked at his former
friend, and this feeling started to grow into something that wrought
embarrassing results.
It was probably due to a combination of things, but Izuku realized that what he
was feeling was a form of yearning. It was always accompanied by bitterness and
denial, but he eventually couldn’t take it anymore. He decided he would
confront the explosive hero in training for better or worse.
When he gently knocked on the door and was greeted with a sharp “get lost,” he
doubted his idea and almost left it at that. But that ribbon of desperation
swirled in his gut and forced him to try again.
The second knock was barely finished when the door flung open. The ashen blonde
stood there rigidly, boring a hateful look right through Izuku’s eyes and into
his soul.
It took Izuku a moment to fight down the panic and apprehension to stammer some
form of greeting. This almost brought the door to his face, but nonetheless he
tried. Katsuki never wanted to talk to him – he only wanted to shout at and
scorn the green haired teen.
Izuku asked if they could talk in private. It looked at that moment as if his
rival could’ve gouged his eyes out, but he instead simply exhaled sharply
through his nose and turned his back. Izuku took it as an invitation into the
dorm room (which he had never actually been in before.)
It warmed his heart when he saw that Katsuki also had All Might paraphernalia.
Not as much as him, but enough to reveal that he was a hardcore fan. There were
various items and one really cool poster Izuku never saw before.
The general tidiness of the room wasn’t bad, but it was definitely worse than
Izuku’s. Clothes were on the floor, books scattered around with papers that
weren’t finished, and some miscellaneous items strung about.
With a wobble in his voice, Izuku decided to break the silence delicately when
Katsuki turned to look at him.
“K-Kacchan I…I need to ask you something.”
Katsuki raised a brow.
“What?” Came the clipped response.
“I…Just please hear me out okay? It’s about y-you…And me.” Izuku’s stomach
sank. There was no way this could end well.
The taller student was crossing his arms and narrowing an eye at Izuku in
distaste – like he was utterly disgusted. The malice shooting from those red
irises made the green haired student wince.
When he didn’t say anything, Izuku shut his eyes tightly and bowed his head,
clenching his fists.
“I feel something weird for you Kacchan.” He didn’t have the courage to open
his eyes and see what sort of an expression Katsuki was wearing, so he tried to
explain further.
“It’s sort of like admiration and, I don’t know, um…It’s-“
Izuku struggled desperately with getting it out. He felt his face growing hot
and instantly felt humiliated. His brows turned in agony and he meekly spared a
glance at Katsuki – who quite frankly looked horrified – mouth hanging slightly
open and fingers working in disbelief against his loosening arms.
With a pounding heart Izuku forced himself to say it.
“I think I kind of like you Kacchan.” He blushed hard and felt sweat gather in
his palms. He said it and braced himself for a punch to face or kick to the
stomach. He inwardly believed he sort of deserved it.
He heard his heart beat loud in his ears as he stared at the explosion user
with fear.
Katsuki’s immediate reaction was uncanny silence. He returned Izuku’s stare
with a terror-stricken frown and kept looking at him like he had never seen him
before.
Izuku’s chest lurched.
“I’m sorry. I should leave.“ The tremor in his voice was apparent. What had he
done? He just destroyed any minuscule chance he and Katsuki had at mending
their shredded friendship. How should he have expected the blonde to react?
When he was almost to the door he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
“Wait.”
Izuku hesitated before he turned to look behind himself. Katsuki was stiff and
looked totally baffled. He had his face scrunched into incredulity as he
tightened his grip.
“Y-you-“ he stuttered, “Like me? As in you feel shit for me?” He pursed his
lips momentarily before irking them up to reveal his gums with astonishment.
Pulling away, the One for All user coldly shrugged off his rival’s hand.
“Forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter. I’m just losing it” Izuku’s voice
was low and clearly upset. He felt tears sting the back of his eyes but didn’t
let them spill.
“You just fuckin confessed to me. The fuck!?! Deku-“ Katsuki was all over the
place, shaking his head and randomly moving his arms about with lack of
purpose. It was like a Chihuahua that was about to short circuit and lose its
mind and attack everything in its wake.
“I’m sorry-!” Izuku groaned miserably, “dammit!” His throat got stuck and his
voice cracked. It was an all too familiar feeling of being on the verge of
crying.
Katsuki seemed to realize what was about to happen and snarled.
“Oh come on. You have the nerve to come in here and say stupid gay shit and
then cry about it? Frickin stupid.” He shook his head again. “I knew you were a
loser but you’re also a faggot? Holy fuck.”
Izuku inhaled and felt his lips quiver. The tears were about to fall. His life
could end right then and there and he couldn’t care less.
“You-“ he started, voice raw with emotion “You freaking-“ a fat tear rolled
down his face and he swallowed thickly before raising his volume “I HATE YOU!!”
With force, he shoved Katsuki back, causing him to almost fall down entirely.
Izuku never wanted to die so much in his life. He truly, honestly and earnestly
wanted to drop dead. Dead as a nail.
Hiccupping sobs and shrill sounds of agony wracked Izuku’s frame as he allowed
his body to collide with door and slide down into a curled mess on the floor.
He buried his face in his hands and knees as he sobbed again and again…Hating
everything.
It hurt so much because he knew Katsuki was a horrible person. He knew they
hated each other. He knew that what he felt for the other student was a deluded
obsession. He knew all along and was a complete idiot for believing anything
good could come from it.
Although…The brief pang of thrill that jolted his body when Katsuki spoke to
him seemed to say something different.
“Get up.”
Izuku didn’t react immediately. Instead he took a few deep breaths to try and
calm himself down. After he wiped his eyes angrily he looked at Katsuki.
The red eyed student was gawking down at him while wearing a barely noticeable
smirk. Izuku saw it though. It was just scarcely there – that inimical
expression Katsuki would adorn whenever he inflicted pain upon someone. But
mixed in that look was something else…And Izuku convinced himself it was
empathy.
When Katsuki made no motion of helping him, Izuku pressed his hands to the
floor to hoist himself to stand. They looked at each other and anxious silence
pricked the room.
Suddenly the explosion user seemed off kilter. He appeared to be genuinely
considering the situation. He fluctuated between making eye contact with Izuku
and staring at the floor. When his line of vision finally settled fixedly on
the freckled student, he stepped right up to him.
Izuku almost hit him but instead went limp when Katsuki touched his
arms…Softly.
They stood there for a bit.
The next thing that happened was unaccounted for.
Katsuki stepped back and pulled the shorter boy with him before sharply turning
them around and tossing Izuku back onto the bed.
Izuku felt mortified at the sharp excitement that filled his form. He violently
shook when he collapsed into the soft, cool sheets atop the mattress beneath
him. Blood immediately rushed back to his face and a thin coat of adrenaline-
induced sweat broke out from his under skin.
His heart felt like it fluttered into his throat when Katsuki was suddenly on
top of him.
The One for All user had his legs a little open, his hands at his sides
gripping fiercely at the covers, and his head turned a bit up to look straight
into the red orbs that belonged to his childhood friend. Who, surprisingly,
looked a little flustered himself.
Izuku never realized how thickly concentrated the sexual tension between them
was until that moment.
Belatedly, the younger teenager grasped the entirety of what was happening and
pushed himself up and back away from Katsuki to a sitting position. He felt hot
– and their closeness went to areas of his body that he wished he could hide.
His reaction made the ash blonde scowl, but he said nothing.
Instead he leaned forward. And that was how they ended up pressing their lips
together.
Katsuki had initiated it.
It was nervous, light, and bizarre. Izuku shut his eyes, blushing brightly and
puckering his lips ever so slightly. Katsuki reacted in an unexpectedly timid
way by recoiling a little, before pressing in hard and lifting a hand to his
former friend’s face.
The kiss was closed-mouth, but there was a heat present that made Izuku’s
insides weak with desire. His breath hitched when he felt the other’s tongue
lick slowly along the sealed line of his lips. He released a gasp and allowed
the wet organ to enter his mouth, hot breath mingling.
A quiet sound of pleasure came from the back of Izuku’s throat as he moved his
tongue to slip around Katsuki’s, rubbing and tasting his saliva. He was
inhaling and exhaling through his nose at that point as the intensity of their
making out increased.
Izuku’s hands had a death grip on the front of Katsuki’s shirt. The blonde had
at some point woven his hands into the mess of curly hair Izuku could never
tame, twisting it and pulling him close. They kept going until neither student
could take it anymore and they broke apart, both gasping for air briefly, only
to desperately crash into each other again.
The shorter hero in training tilted his head in the opposite direction than
before to explore every bit of Katsuki’s mouth as possible. He felt arousal
starting to pool in his crotch and he could feel his cheeks flush a darker
shade of red. It didn’t help when his rival suddenly backed up and grabbed his
hips to tug him down to lay on his back again.
He jerked with shock when Katsuki pushed himself down on top of his body,
licking into his mouth again and sighing with a strained noise of desire. Izuku
shivered when he felt hips grind down against his own. Hard and determined.
Tough hands ran down his flanks, digging into the dark fabric and against the
flesh beneath it.
“Kacchan –“ he whimpered silkily, feeling so trapped but so aroused by being
put down underneath the strong presence of the other adolescent. This was all
very new to the young hero, and he felt his pulse thrumming strongly as a
result. It was starting to scare him, but he didn’t want it to stop.
It was powerful. They knew each other all their lives, and it was exhilarating
to be touching and moving like they were. Close, distressed, and needy. Izuku
swallowed hard as a strong spasm of sexual arousal hit him and he felt immense
shame at how hard he was.
Their tongues lolled over and around in a game of assault. Like they were
trying to attack each other even in this situation.
Katsuki seemed to hold his breath for a second and flushed a bit more when he
bit down hard on Izuku’s lower lip, cutting it between sharp incisors. This
caused the younger teen to gasp with a strangled noise and squeeze his eyes
shut tightly, fists almost going white while clutching madly at Katsuki’s back.
Again, the blonde bit down, and then licked the wound, lapping up a prick of
blood. He rocked forward and choked back a deprived sound that strummed every
cord of desire wound tightly in Izuku’s loins.
“Fuck-“ his voice shook and Izuku reeled back at the sound.
Katsuki sat up some to look down at the boy beneath him. He dragged his eyes up
and back down again over his form – making Izuku squirm at the intensity of it.
He suddenly grabbed at the bottom of the green haired trainee’s shirt and
tugged it up urgently, forcefully lifting Izuku’s arms up and yanking the
article over his head, not really giving him much of any other choice. When it
was gone, he stared again, much to the other’s embarrassment.
Before Izuku could say anything, calloused hands were pressed flatly against
his chest and moving down with heated weight, moving over every small dip and
curve of his taught body. He sunk back into a pillow and squinted his eyes in
pleasure, frowning and exhaling through his nose with a weak noise gurgling in
his throat.
The hands paused and slid back up, stopping at Izuku’s clavicle.
Katsuki palmed his neck with curiosity before putting some pressure on it. This
made Izuku’s knees draw up and triggered his violently trembling hands to start
and grab the blonde’s wrists. He felt his body curve into Katsuki by its own
instinct, and he felt tears sting his eyes with fear. He wasn’t sure if he
wanted the fiery young hero to choke him or not.
What kind of a thought was that? Izuku felt ashamed at how masochistic the
concept was...And that he would probably enjoy it…Or would he? He couldn’t
think straight.
“Look at you…” he suddenly heard the dark voice. “Hard as a rock and I didn’t
do anything to you. You’re such a pathetic loser.”
Izuku had to blink and process what he was hearing. What sort of intent was
behind those words? He couldn’t place whether it was sincere or just Katsuki’s
warped way of being lewd.
“K-Kacchan-“ he weakly quipped “Please-“
“Please what?”
“Don’t-!” Izuku’s eyes went wide and he flinched when he felt a hand press
harder against his neck. “Please don’t!”
Katsuki laughed and removed his hands.
“Shut up dumbass.” He shot Izuku a mean look, silencing him instantly. Izuku
quivered. How much further where they going to take this? His mind went black
with alarm when he considered all of the potential outcomes. He could leave and
escape any further emotional damage, or stay and…Have sex or something…Sex with
Katsuki…That was a vaguely creepy concept.
He slowly realized that Katsuki was undoing the fastenings of his shorts with
notable speed. He squeaked and attempted to sit up and stop him but was
vehemently shoved back down. Before he knew it, his shorts and underwear were
pulled down to his ankles, freeing his aching hard on and making him gasp. He
could feel precum dripping onto his abdomen and he wished he could hide from
the malignant glint that effervesced in Katsuki’s eyes at the sight.
Feeling immensely vulnerable due to his sudden nakedness, Izuku tried to shut
his legs and cover himself, still blushing profusely. He never had sex before.
He thought he wanted to try it, but he feared what his childhood friend would
do to him to make it a miserable experience. But so far…The older boy hadn’t
done anything particularly bad…Physically at least.
Katsuki swallowed and licked his lips as he scooted forward some.
Izuku’s body jolted involuntarily and he threw his head back in ecstasy when
Katsuki grabbed his dick and stroked the length hard.
“Ahh-!” Izuku moaned red-faced – writhing at the touch as he pushed into the
grip. It was bliss, burning and amazing. His hands scrambled to hold something,
settling on the pillow beneath him. Katuki’s hand began stroking him steadily,
up and down, his thumb rubbing into the slit and forcing more sticky precum to
spill from Izuku’s body. His hand would twist and pull in such a manner that
the younger thought he would die.
“Ka-Kacchan-Ah-ah-“ Izuku felt tears of pleasure blur his line of sight as he
started to thrust a little harder into the ashen blonde’s grasp. The student
twisted in a frenzied motion when Katsuki exhaled and leaned down to lick his
chest and over his nipples, wet and firm, with teeth scraping somewhat gently
before settling on sucking the tender flesh. It was becoming too much for
Izuku’s inexperienced body to handle.
“Hah-Ahn-Kacchan stop–” he panted, his pitch going higher and a bead of sweat
trickling down his temple, face utterly flushed, clear to his ears and down his
neck. “Ka-acchan – I’m gonna come! Ah-”
Katsuki let go quickly and Izuku whined in confusion, his hard on throbbing
painfully at the loss of contact. His hips unconsciously rocked forwarded ever
so slightly, craving the skin on skin contact that was just lost. He blinked
and tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks.
“No. You don’t get to come until I say so.” Katsuki spat with a crooked grin,
his hard on apparent through his still clothed body. Izuku sort of wanted to
touch his rival too, but he was struggling with keeping up with being touched
himself.
Katsuki pulled his own shirt off to reveal his muscular form that Izuku
appreciated quite much right about then. The lean muscle bulging in every best
possible way, strong and commanding. Izuku couldn’t control how much he was
shaking as he gawked at Katsuki’s body, licking his lips with need as he
trailed the line of muscle leading down to what he wanted.
The taller boy unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly, the sight and
sound causing Izuku’s heart to get stuck and his legs to open wider. He made a
wry expression, weakly lifting his head to try and see what was in store for
him.
Katsuki’s length was fully erect and dripping. This wrought a keened moan from
Izuku, who shifted down to try and connect their bodies again. He wanted to
feel it against his own.
The older teen complied and began rutting his pelvis against Izuku’s, breathing
hard and making restrained sounds giving away how good it felt to him. The
younger squirmed, feeling dizzy and like he was on fire – like there was no air
– the musk and obscene sliding of skin was all he knew.
They kissed again, open mouthed and deep. Saliva spilled over the corner of
Izuku’s mouth – Katsuki wasn’t even giving him a chance to react. The vigor
that the temperamental student lathed him with excavated a deep sated arousal
Izuku never thought possible. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality was a
completely different picture.
He twitched and moved with agony as he felt their leaking cocks rubbing
together.
“Agh – dammit – K-Kach – Ah!“
He felt one of his nipples being touched and he arched with a small cry when
Katsuki pinched it hard between his fingers. It freaked Izuku out – it felt
fantastic but also painful and uncomfortable. His dick was so sore at that
point he tried to reach down and soothe himself, but was halted by a painfully
tight fist snatching it back.
“I said you get to come when I say so. Got it?” Katsuki was sneering down into
his face.
“I’m sorry-!” Izuku whined miserably. His chest had lifted some into another
rough touch Katsuki forced against him.
Appearing pleased with the answer, the older sat back to take in his handiwork
again. Izuku was a mess: blushing, panting, shaking, wholly erect, his adams
apple bobbing as he swallowed – ingesting both he and Katsuki’s saliva. The
view made the ashen blonde bite his lip. He liked seeing Izuku like that.
Before Izuku had a chance to realize what was happening, Katsuki stuck his
fingers in his own mouth and coated them before briskly shoving them harshly
against the underside of the freckled student’s ass, prodding the opening down
there – rubbing small circular motions against a very private area.
It startled the living daylights of the Izuku, who was now fully panicking.
“Kacchan!” He shrieked, not sure of how to move. It felt absolutely weird. He
didn’t like it.
Then a finger slipped inside.
This was something new.
“Wait-! Kacchan it – hah – I don’t like how it feels – “ Izuku’s voice came out
breathless, and he kept gasping and contorting to try and get comfortable. The
intruding digit pressed all around his inner walls and stretched him, painfully
as another was added.
“Relax idiot. If I’m gonna fuck you I gotta open you up a little bit.” Katsuki
worked his fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing his other hand’s
thumb hard against the protruding hip bone of shorter boy.
When he could feel the tight ring of muscle starting to loosen, Katsuki pulled
his fingers out. He made a grossed-out face and paused to wipe them on the
sheets. Izuku felt intense shame and humiliation seeing that. He figured anal
sex was much dirtier than vaginal…But he felt clean down there…He guessed
Katsuki was just generally disgusted by the action itself.
“But he started all of this…So he can’t be entirely disgusted…Right?” Izuku
thought upset.
“This is probably still gonna hurt. So brace yourself Deku.” He gripped the
green haired student’s narrow hips and yanked him forward so that he was in his
lap. He spread Izuku’s legs wide open, exposing the soft pink flesh around his
anus. It was lecherous and insanely arousing. He was so exposed – susceptible
to anything Katsuki inflicted upon him.
“W-waIT!!” Izuku yelped when he felt Katsuki start to push his dick inside.
Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath in an attempt to control himself, but he got
excited and slipped in a little further than he should have right off the bat.
He dug his nails into Izuku’s hips, breaking the skin and burning him
unknowingly – his quirk having the unfortunate side effect of activating during
intense situations.
Izuku had tears streaming down his burning face, he was arching down into the
penetration and moaning in anguish. His hard on throbbed again and he opened
his legs further to try and give Katsuki more room.
Katsuki eased forward not too slowly until it was pelvis to rear.
They were completely connected in the most intimate of ways.
And it was unlike anything Izuku ever felt before.
“Ah – “ the slightest moan found its way past Katsuki’s lips. His eyes lightly
shut as he shuddered – pressing himself against Izuku. The dark-haired boy
squirmed some, feeling the fullness rub his inner walls. The sensation was
downright satisfying save for the stinging burn that accompanied it.
When the explosion user slipped out partway and thrusted with more force back
inside, sparks dusted Izuku’s vision. It was electric – the feeling of being
stretched and filled and taken. Katsuki was the one taking his virginity – he
was the one dominating him.
Katsuki.
The older student began a strong rhythm – in and out. The unmistakable sounds
of sex polluted the room as he fucked Izuku deep into the bed.
His hands had slid down to the younger’s backside and pulled him open as much
as possible. Katsuki was panting hard as he shoved his hips back and forth – it
was silken, tight, wet heat. He swallowed again as his head rolled back in
pleasure for a moment before tilting down to give Izuku an undeniably carnal
look.
Izuku couldn’t contain himself. He bucked into Katsuki – wanting to be filled.
His breathing and whining mingling in a feeble way. Again, the student wasn’t
sure of where to put his hands, since Katsuki wouldn’t allow for him to touch
himself. One found its way to his face and partially covered his open mouth,
while the other still tightly gripped the pillow.
Then Katsuki hit something that sent rippling waves of pleasure throughout
Izuku’s entire body.
He cried out, flailing as his prostate was struck dead on.
The ash blonde slowed ever so slightly to attempt a scowl, but he couldn’t do
it. It felt too good.
“W-watch your fuckin volume – “ he strangled out in a heated whisper, looking
insecure about the fact that one of their dormmates could probably hear them if
they got too loud.
“But – Kacchan – It’s too much – ah – It feels so good – “ Izuku’s voice was
raw with arousal. He felt another tear stream down his face. His fringe was
stuck messily to his sweaty forehead, and a small gathering of sweat was
collected in the dip of his neck. The squelching sounds and slapping of skin
pricked his hearing. He sobbed from the stimulation.
Katsuki panted with fervor before he hoisted Izuku up further, scratched his
sides and leaned down to bite and suck on his neck, a groan emanating from him.
He bit down hard, wanting to bruise the teen beneath him. When he concluded it
was enough, he got right next to Izuku’s ear, panting hotly against it.
“You like how that feels worthless fuck?” He sounded elated. “Me fucking you?”
Izuku’s shoulder shifted as he crooked his head back from the dry voice. His
mind was spinning and his thrashing became erratic. His hard on dripped
painfully against his abdomen, the friction from Katsuki leaning over him
helping but not giving enough.
“Ahh – “ the younger boy moaned when they connected roughly again. His
breathing was ragged – it felt like he was on the brink of orgasm, but it was
mostly internal, which frightened him because of how strange it felt.
When Izuku again tried to touch himself to relieve the pain, Katsuki took his
knees and threw them over his shoulders, grabbed his wrists and shoved them
down into the mattress with ire, and relentlessly continued to fuck the wits
out of him.
Frantically writhing, Izuku felt his prostate being stimulated nonstop. A
muddled and choked stream of whines fell from his battered lips as he found
himself trying to struggle against it – like he didn’t want to experience the
break without any external stimulation.
His attempt would prove to be futile when Katsuki licked and bit his neck
again, putting everything he had into his thrusts.
With a panicky wail Izuku convulsed – his body trembling as he reached a dry
orgasm. His heart beat hysterically in his chest and he could hear it loudly in
his ears, the pound of blood ringing and staining his face a crimson red, sweat
and tears draining down his face.
Katsuki did not concede.
“That’s it you bastard. You’re so spineless you can’t contain yourself. Hah – “
he inwardly laughed and moaned at the same time as he leaned back, releasing
Izuku’s burnt and marked wrists. He thumbed the green haired boy’s nipples
roughly before setting back and snaring his hip and erection.
Izuku realized he was holding his breath when he got dizzy and started gasping
for air. Katsuki was stroking him firmly and thrusting unrhythmically, panting
and moaning curtly. It didn’t take much longer before he tensed and shot
forward suddenly, releasing a pleasured sound as he came inside of his rival.
The sight and feeling of being filled and stroked pushed Izuku over the edge
and his body contracted uncontrollably. He cried out again as he ejaculated,
warm white semen spilling onto his belly.
The taller student above him was heaving, his eyes shut and his brows drawn
together in pleasure. He inhaled and wet his lips before finally blinking down
watch some of his seed drip out from Izuku’s entrance, noticing some fresh
blood mixed with it.
Izuku thought he looked upset.
“Kacchan – “ came his breathless voice.
He didn’t know what to say.
He felt the burning aftereffect of their fucking. He was sore down there and
felt like something got torn during the process. The freckled boy winced when
Katsuki slid out, the sound and slippery motion forcing him to shudder and sigh
softly.
Katsuki definitely looked distraught.
“Deku – “ his voice cracked.
Izuku couldn’t maintain eye contact with his childhood friend. He couldn’t stop
his trembling and swallowed thickly when he suddenly felt horrendous for what
they had done. Indescribable guilt washed over him.
Katsuki tucked himself away in his boxers and jeans, sniffing and moving
angrily, agitatedly.
He should say something.
But what?
The shorter hero trainee faintly drew his legs together, blushing at the fact
he was completely naked and Katsuki was already half dressed. He weakly pushed
himself up to a sitting position, placing a scorched hand in front of his
nudity, hiding his semen soaked privates.
The ash blonde pulled some serious numbers on his body. His lip was cut and
scabbing over, his throat was littered with dark bruises and blatant hickeys,
his hips were slightly seared, sides scratched and injured, wrists and hands
seared, and his anus feeling like it was torn in half.
Izuku realized his clothes were all on the floor – he would have to stand up to
go get them. He really didn’t want to due to the overwhelming dismay he was
experiencing. But Katsuki wasn’t saying or doing anything…
“Kacchan…I…n-need to get my clothes…” Izuku whispered quietly. “Um…” He
couldn’t seem to escape the full flush that swept across his gentle face.
The red eyed teen stared at him with bleariness. Those usually ferocious eyes
dimmed by sorrow. Izuku could tell he wanted to say something, but he kept
hesitating.
He finally settled on making a hateful expression and stood up abruptly.
“No one’s stopping you. Get your shit together and get out.” He motioned with a
jab towards the scattered garments.
Izuku’s heart felt like it collapsed.
Startled, he scrambled to get off the bed and darted over to his clothes. The
tremor in his hands was causing him to fault. He barely got his undershorts on
and pants zipped up before unfolding his crumpled shirt. He cringed when he
felt the fluids on his abdomen still clinging to him.
He was breathing through his mouth, raspy and hectic. He swallowed down the
lump in his throat and used the interior of the shirt to wipe himself a little
before flinching and motioning it pull it over his head.
The action was halted when Katsuki spun him around and shoved him back against
the wall. Izuku squeaked and dropped the article in shock, not sure of what was
happening.
“God fucking dammit!” The blonde shouted wretchedly.
Katsuki then yanked him into a tight hug, clutching frantically at his back and
the nape of his neck. The way he was heaving told Izuku he was doing everything
in his power to fight back tears.
“D-Deku…” he wheezed, “I’m…s…I’m sorry.”
Izuku felt his own eyes water, and a salty tear streamed down his already tear
stained face. He went limp in Katsuki’s hold, squeezing him closer as his
damaged hands wrapped around the other’s bare back.
It was an intimate and desperate embrace. Izuku felt wrecked…They had sex…It
was too much too soon. Confusion and lust overtook both boys and drove them
into an act that should have been reserved for…Much later in their lives…Maybe
not even with each other. At least, Izuku felt like he didn’t deserve to be
loved by Katsuki. No matter how kind he was to the brazen student, he could
never get him to accept his friendship and admiration.
The shorter hero trainee buried his face in Katsuki’s shoulder, scrunching his
face up into a distressed sob.
And as soon as the embrace came it was gone.
Katsuki coldly let go of him and pushed him back some. He didn’t look at Izuku
as he turned and took his shirt from near the bed, tugging it back on numbly.
“Just go.” He instructed with a broken tone, tangling a hand into a fistful of
spiky hair.
Izuku couldn’t just leave. There had to be something between them now. He
wanted to be close to Katsuki and welcome his company…He wanted to be there to
cater to his every whim and make him feel good…Like he had briefly accomplished
a few minutes earlier, even if it meant him suffering.
He wanted to make Katsuki happy. Other people could make him smile, so why
couldn’t he?
Why couldn’t he be a good thing in Katsuki’s life?
With silent tears and heartbroken shudders, Izuku picked up his shirt and put
it on. He tripped on his way over to the door and caught the handle.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t walk away.
“Kacchan.” He cried with his head down, clutching the handle. “Can we please at
least talk about this later? I…don’t leave it like this…”
His only response was a muffled sob.
Feeling annihilated, Izuku opened the door and left.
***
End Notes
     Needed to get some bad stuff out of my system. I feel like I fail at
     writing sex scenes, but I wanted to try lol.
     I need write something happy for these poor children...They seem to
     break down every time I write them.
     _R_
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