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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, They're_in_high_school_so_yeah,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-22 Words: 1882
****** my parents aren't home ******
by Birdschach
Summary
     Get your ass over here, Deku! the text message reads.
Get your ass over here, Deku!  the text message reads. It isn’t uncommon for
Bakugo to send Midoriya a message along those lines. Whatever there is between
them, it does nothing to help Bakugo’s personality. But Midoriya is long since
used to Kacchan’s rudeness, and knows what his old friend has in mind. Not that
that takes much thought  or  experience; it’s still early in the afternoon, and
his parents won’t be home for some time.
Despite the rude tone of the message, it’s still an invitation. Their houses
are so close that heading over to Bakugo’s takes Midoriya no time at all. And
yet, by the time he knocks on his… friend’s? boyfriend’s? door, Katsuki seems
to have forgotten all about the invitation.
“What the hell are you doing here, Deku?” Bakugo asks, as he opens the door.
“Well… you asked me to come over, remember?”
“So what if I did? I changed my mind, you can go back home.”
“But… you did want me to come over before?”
“Huh!? Of course not, I didn’t say anything like that,” Bakugo assures
Midoriya. “Why would I want to see you, anyway?”
“We are kind of… uh… maybe not together but… not quite just friends either.”
“What!? You can’t just say stuff like that, Deku. You and your ridiculous made
up crud!” Bakugo says, “What kind of nerd would even say that?”
“Come on, Kacchan. If you changed your mind, that’s fine, just say so and I’ll
go back home.”
“Tch. Since you’re here and all, you might as well come in, I guess,” Katsuki
finally relents, opening the door completely and stepping aside. “But don’t say
any more of that weird shit, alright?”
“Okay, Kacchan,” Midoriya says, smiling as he steps into the increasingly
familiar house.
“I mean it, Deku. One wrong move and you’re going back home!”
“You don’t have to pretend anymore, Kacchan, it’s just us here, after all,”
Midoriya says, as Bakugo shuts the door behind them.
“Who the hell is pretending!? Nobody here is fucking preten-” Bakugo starts,
but Midoriya is quick to silence him. Naturally, this silence is earned when
Izuku lunges at Katsuki, pushing him back against the door, and presses his
lips to the other boy’s. It’s a passionate kiss, as one sided as it is, as if
Midoriya is allowing his actions to speak, to break through all the posturing
that is Katsuki Bakugo. For a second, Bakugo resists.
But like a dam against a powerful flood, he breaks. With a soft moan that he
would never admit to later, Katsuki returns the kiss. True to his nature, the
moan is the only soft part about his kiss, as Bakugo reaches up, running his
hand through Izuku’s hair, tugging slightly at the green mess as he does,
eliciting a whimper from the smaller boy.
When they finally pull apart, both of them are panting, and their faces have
gone bright red. After that, even Bakugo doesn’t take much convincing before
they’re upstairs, alone, in his room.
~X~
“I don’t know what the hell you’re looking at me for, you know what we’re
doing!”
But, Kacchan, I don’t! You haven’t said anything since we came up here.”
“Oh, come on! Are you really going to make me spell it out for you? I bet you’d
never be able to figure this out on your own. Just grab the fucking lube
already, okay!?” Bakugo commands, and it’s easy to Izuku to understand what he
has in mind.
“Alright! So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?”
“What did I say about weird shit? Don’t act like we do this all the time or
anything. I just happen to want…  that  right now, okay? Doesn’t mean
anything,” Katsuki says, as Midoriya fishes the jar of lube from his bedside
table.
“Sorry, Kacchan,” he says, turning back to see Bakugo has already loosened his
belt, and his pants and boxers are already in a pile around his ankles. He
grabs a pillow, and buries his face in it.
“Just get on with it, already,” Bakugo says, though his muffled voice is hard
to make out.
“I haven’t even started getting you ready!”
“Whatever,” he responds, turning so that Midoriya can hear him better. “It’s
not like  I  need that. Only a nerd like you would need that lube, that’s why
we have it.”
Midoriya opens the jar, scooping out the cold lubricant, letting Kacchan go on
and on about how much he doesn’t need any preparation at all. Until he pushes
the tip of his now-slick finger against Katsuki’s ass. Feeling the wet, warm
tip of Izuku’s finger causes him to fall silent. The room is so quiet, Midoriya
can practically  hear  him gulp in anticipation.
“Ready, Kacchan?”
“I fucking told you, of course I a-” he starts, but Midoriya pushes his finger
in, causing the words to hang in Katsuki’s throat, turning into a gasp as the
heat and pressure of Izuku’s finger works its way in. Bakugo knows it’s nothing
compared to what’s coming, but still, it’s enough to shock him into silence.
For a moment, at least.
As great as it feels at first, as much as it arouses him, Bakugo is ready for
more surprisingly quickly.
“You don’t think that’s all I can take, right?” he asks. “There’s no way you
could ever do enough to overwhelm me, Deku, so you might as well add another
finger.”
So, Izuku slips a second finger into Kacchan, finding that it is much easier to
push into him now, a combination of the lube, and his efforts spreading
Katsuki. Now, with two fingers, he can scissor them within Bakugo, working to
spread him and causing him to moan or whimper with each motion.
“You like that, Kacchan?” Midoriya asks, after one particularly desperate moan.
“N-no. Well, yeah, but it’s not like it’s because it’s  you  or anything,
Deku.” he says, glancing back over his shoulder, “You’re so fucking cute, all
focused like that, but I don’t care.”
“You’re cute too, Kacchan,” Izuku says, by now his efforts have him completely
hard. With his free hand, he scoops out more lube, and works it onto his cock.
“All flustered like this… your cheeks are so red!”
“What the fuck did you just say!? I’ll kill you! You’re deader than dead!”
Bakugo starts, though he makes no move towards this sudden goal. Midoriya,
however, pulls his fingers out, leaving Bakugo confused. “H-hey! Who told you
to pull out!?”
“I can’t hold back any more, Kacchan.”
“I never asked you to, Deku! So get on with it, we only do this because  you
like it,” Katsuki says, reaching back to spread himself as best as possible.
“Not that I care what you like or anything.”
“I know,” Midoriya says, pressing his tip against Bakugo. “But I think you  do
like this, Kacchan.”
And with that taunt, Izuku pushes in, slowly. Still, it’s enough to make Bakugo
groan, as he feels Midoriya’s cock  stretching  him, filling him. Before he
knows it, Katsuki is hard as well, all of Izuku’s efforts proving too much for
him. Yet, the smaller boy continues pushing in, slowly, infuriatingly gently,
until he has finally worked himself into Bakugo, his cock as deep as possible.
For a moment, they stay this way, the only sound that of their breathing. Until
Bakugo opens his mouth.
“Just get on with it! We don’t have all day, Deku, you fucking know this!” he
exclaims, and Izuku begins thrusting, in and out, in and out, finding a rhythm
rather quickly. “And don’t you dare think you can get away with focusing on
yourself! Get your hand on me and stroke me off, damn it!”
Midoriya jumps at the sudden command, but is quick to reach around Bakugo, and
take his cock in hand. With each thrust into his lover, Midoriya pumps his
hand, and before long the rhythm is perfectly synced between the two movements.
With one hand on Bakugo’s hip, and the other wrapped around his cock, Midoriya
continues thrusting into him. Though Kacchan has buried his face in his pillow,
Izuku can guess his expression easily; mouth open, panting slightly, eyes
somewhere between focused and distant, losing himself completely in the feeling
of Deku inside him. Though Katsuki began hiding his face when Midoriya brought
up this expression, it’s still something Izuku can picture effortlessly.
“K-Kacchan…” he murmurs, his rhythm beginning to grow a bit frantic, “This is…
incredible.”
“S-shut up, Deku!” Bakugo says, turning his face just enough to speak without
being muffled, “Don’t talk like that it’s just… it’s okay, I guess, but it’s
not incredib-”
His words are cut short, as a whimper escapes his lips. Though he buries his
face once more, the sound is enough to drive Midoriya on. By now, Izuku can
tell when Kacchan is close, and right now the explosive young man must be on
the very edge. Wanting to ensure that Bakugo finishes last, Midoriya’s hand
slows. In the past, he’s managed to outlast Katsuki, and it seemed that Izuku
would never hear the end of it. It’s much easier to simply let Bakugo “win” and
have his precious bragging rights.
“I’m… I’m so close, Kacchan!” Midoriya says, picking up speed. Bakugo turns his
head again, obviously learning nothing from his last attempt to speak.
“You would be, you… you worthless Deku! Of course you can’t last as long as
me!” he taunts, as Midoriya continues fucking him. “All that training, but
you’re still such a nerd! That great body of yours is just for show, isn’t it?”
“G-great!?” Izuku stammers, the sudden, roundabout compliment taking him off
guard. It’s enough of a shock to drive Midoriya further, and in just a few
quick thrusts, he’s there. He moans, an  infuriatingly  cute sound, as he
comes, his seed spilling into Katsuki.
“D-did I say you could come inside!?” Bakugo snarls, but Midoriya’s hand is
already picking up speed. The quick pumping of Izuku’s hand combined with the
heat spreading within Bakugo is enough to drive him past his own limit. With a
whimper even more desperate than the previous, Kacchan finishes, not able to
adjust his aim. His come shoots onto his covers, an obvious mark of what
happened this afternoon.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan…” Deku mumbles, as he pulls out.
“You’d better be! You didn’t even give me a chance to pull back, now my bed’s a
fucking mess!” Bakugo says, as he straightens up, and whirls to face Midoriya.
“I hope you know you’re not going anywhere until it’s cleaned up!”
“Of course!” Midoriya says, “I wouldn’t think of going anywhere and leaving a
mess, Kacchan!”
“Damn right you wouldn’t…” Katsuki says, his hand locking onto the base of
Midoriya’s neck, as if he were about to lift a defenseless kitten by the scruff
of its neck. Instead, he pulls Izuku towards him, pressing their lips together.
The kiss isn’t as lengthy as before, more affectionate than passionate. “But…
that was pretty decent. I mean it would’ve been better if  I  were fucking  you
, but you did alright, I guess.”
“You were amazing as always, Kacchan,” Midoriya replies, and he can feel tears
welling up.
“Alright, alright, you fucking nerd. Let’s get this cleaned up before you start
crying, okay?”
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