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Bakugou was left stunned, his grip on his water bottle loosened. Midoriya clutched the bottom of his shirt while blushing profusely at the locker room floor.
“Please date me!”
His throat felt dry. Everything felt tense in the silence between them. When Midoriya’s face grew unsure and his eyes flitted up to meet his, he broke out of his stun.
“Oh, um.. kind of a sudden question to ask, nerd.” His grip tightened on his bottle and Midoriya followed the movement. It was sudden, Bakugou can’t even remember the last time they even talked outside of training with each other occasionally.
Midoriya let a controlled exhaled out and met his eyes again with more confidence, his stance straightening. “I know.”
The finality with his firm words had Bakugou’s brain whirring again. The feeling of something pooling in his stomach was familiar, and stupid Deku was always the cause. He took a second to give a once over Midoriya’s body. His scarred hands were clenching tight, his shirt let go between his confession and his surge of confidence. Bakugou sucked in a breath and met those green eyes. He knew what he had to do.
”Alright.”
Midoriya stuttered and stepped forward. “R-Really?! Y-You really wanna da.. ah! Kacchan and I?!” Bakugou put his bottle on the bench next to them and put his hand on Midoriya’s shoulder, the smaller let an undignified eep and closed his mouth. Red met green and Bakugou slowly tugged him into a hug. While Midoriya was making flustered noises, the knots in Bakugou’s stomach kept squirming tighter.
Bakugou’s brows pinched together and his hands resting on Midoriya’s back squeezed the shirt tight. “Hey, Deku,” Midoriya snapped out of his hazed embrace on Bakugou and jolted his head from the blondes shoulder. “Ah! Y-Yes Kacchan?”
Bakugou’s hands were restless. “You know I’m sorry for.. everything, right?” Midoriya made a noise in the back of his throat and separated from Bakugou, his hands traveling to still hold onto his arms. Midoriya frowned.
“Of course Kacchan, I know things have changed, you have changed,” a smile and blushed worked it’s way back on his face. “I’d really be a idiot if I didn’t.” Bakugou’s body relaxed and he nodded.
After a few moments of comfortably holding each other, Midoriya giggled and Bakugou looked up in confusion. “What?”
Midoriya bit lip as his smile widened, looking up at Bakugou shyly. “We’re boyfriends now.” Bakugou felt his whole body go cold. “Yeah, better let the extras know tomorrow before they find out on their own.”
With that, Bakugou let go completely to turn back to the bench he was originally using to pack his stuff into his workout bag. He felt Midoriya come to hover over his shoulder while he finished. “Are you going to bed already, Kacchan?”
Bakugou grunted, zipped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder, narrowly missing Midoriya who quickly stepped back. “Of course, it’s almost eight.” He cocked his head towards the clock ticking on the wall.
Midoriya pursed his lips and shuffled in place, looking everywhere but Bakugou. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “If you got something to say just spit it out, Deku.” He grumbled and turned towards the nervous green poof.
Said boy hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, and when Bakugou opened his mouth to get him on with it-
“C-Can I join you?!” Midoriya squeaked in a rush. Bakugou watched him heaved breaths as if just those few words took an entire lungful. Bakugou was stunned for the second time that night, but quickly came back to himself this time with a “tsk”.
He spun on his heels and walked towards the exit with his bag. “Sure.” That was all it took to get Midoriya yapping happily again, quickly running to join him by his side as they exit the locker room.
Midoriya gasped at surprised when the first thing he noticed about Bakugou’s room was its extreme neatness. “Wow, Kacchan, it’s like no ones even lived here!” Midoriya commented while making himself at home on his bed. Bakugou set his bad down by the side of his bed. “That’s because I’m fucking clean and responsible.” Midoriya heard him keep grumbling about the extras while he nervously she’d his jacket and tie, setting them at the foot end of his new boyfriends bed.
“You can hang here for however long it takes me to fall asleep.” Midoriya looked up from removing his shoes to see Bakugou clambering under his blanket. “Oh- um, well I was hoping we could do our first couple activity! Well not really an activity but I’ve always wanted to cuddle like in those movies my mom always-“ “Deku.”
Midoriya snapped his mouth shut. His face flushed as he looked to his right where Bakugou was now sitting up against his pillow with a blank face. “Stop mumbling for once and get under the blanket with me.” He lifted his arm and Midoriya fumbled with a goofy grin as he crawled up into Bakugou’s side. He slid his legs under the blanket so his left leg layed against Bakugou’s.
Midoriya felt his breath bitch when Bakugou’s hand slid down to rest on the dip of his hip. Midoriya looked around the room in a quick glance, but noticing Bakugou’s clothes now in his hamper. He was then hyper aware of how much clothes he had on compared to Bakugou in his boxers. When did he even strip?
”Is this okay?” Bakugou’s deep voice rumbled Midoriya to his very core, he shivered when the hot breath brushed his ear. Midoriya turned his head and his nose brushed against Bakugou’s.
Midoriya felt his worked spinning. He felt hot, his breath coming in puffs out his mouth, glancing at Bakugou’s own parted lips for a split second was enough for Bakugou to catch. The blonde smirked and tightened his grip.
“Oh? Is this not enough for you? You want more already?” Bakugou teased, feeling. Midoriya’s skin flush under his touch while the smaller whined quietly.
“K-Kacchan, please..” Midoriya whispered while he used his hands to grasp Bakugou’s shoulders. Bakugou licked his lips and moved in. Midoriya squeezed his eyes shut as soft lips met his own. They separated with a soft smack and Midoriya felt something in him tug and he shifted onto Bakugou’s lap.
Bakugou sucked in a breath as his hands automatically navigated to Midoriya’s hips. “Deku..” He breathed out. Midoriya simply advanced back to his lips while slipping his arms around Bakugou’s neck. Their lips moved against each other with less class than Midoriya would see on movies.
“Mm.. Kacchan, I’m sorry I’m not that good..” Midoriya murmured against his lips when they separated with an embarrassed frown on his face. Bakugou smirked and squeezed Midoriya’s hips. “Practice makes perfect, Deku.” He purred, kneading the soft meat on Midoriya’s hips.
Midoriya giggled. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve heard you say, Kacchan!” Bakugou growled and nipped Midoriya’s jaw in retaliation. “Ah!” Midoriya cried in shock, his voice giving way to a shaky sigh as Bakugou licked at the irritated skin. He made his way with small nips of skin until reached the junction where neck meets shoulder and sucked.
“Mmm!” Midoriya kept his mouth clamped shut, his legs reflexively tried to shut but Bakugou’s body was in the way. He felt his cock slowly filling out with interest. “Kacchan,” Midoriya lowly moaned out, his hips shifting until Midoriya was suddenly sprawled on his back. His eyes widened at the sudden movement and Bakugou perched over him.
Bakugou gazed heatedly down at him. “Is this okay?” Midoriya could only wordlessly nod. Bakugou huffed and leaned down on one forearm to cup Midoriya’s red cheek. “Use words, Deku.”
“Of course, Kacchan! I’m just.. embarrassed..” Midoriya glanced away, biting his lip. Bakugou frowned and moved his thumb over his lip. “Stop doing that, you’ll hurt yourself idiot.”
Midoriya felt butterflies in his stomach as he let Bakugou’s thumb pull his bottom lip free. Bakugou let a pleased hum. Midoriya’s dick twitched at the sound. Bakugou glanced down then back up to meet Midoriya covering his face with his hands.
“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know why I keep r-reacting like this!” Midoriya stuttered, spreading his fingers open to gauge Bakugou’s reaction, his face losing expression at the sight of Bakugou hovering over his crotch with clear interest.
“Ka..cchan?” Bakugou glanced up with a smirk and started to undo Midoriya’s zipper. “You said this was okay, right?” Midoriya thought it was a rhetorical question but Bakugou didn’t move any further. For some reason that made him feel even hotter.
“Ah.. um, yes..” Midoriya murmured shyly. Bakugou’s gaze softened and he went back to focusing on taking of Midoriya’s pants.
He quietly asked Midoriya to lift his hips as he slipped Midoriya’s pants off, soon left staring at Midoriya’s poka-dot All Might color themed briefs straining to hold back Midoriya’s fairly sized member.
“Of course.” Bakugou grinned up at Midoriya’s defiant looking frown. “These were limited edition, Kacchan!” “Yeah, alright.” Bakugou grinned amused anyways.
He stopped to thumb at the waist band for a second before meeting Midoriya’s flushed face in expectation. Midoriya wordlessly lifted his hips and soon he only had his socks on from the waist down.
Bakugou sat back up to take in the view, causing Midoriya to squirm. “Kacchan,” he whined, “don’t just stare!” Bakugou grinned at the pouting boy. “What else am I gonna do than, hah?” Bakugou teased, settling down between Midoriya’s thighs again. Just by that action, Bakugou’s eyes zoned in to see Midoriya’s dick twitch in an answer.
Midoriya whined again, peppering himself up on his elbows to watch Bakugou stare intensely at his dick.
Bakugou blew on it, watching Midoriya’s hips jolt. “T-That felt g-good, Kacchan..” Midoriya whimpered, his chest rising and falling higher with each breath. Bakugou grinned slyly, licked his lips and moved in. His hands grabbed each thigh as he licked a strip up Midoriya’s cock.
”Oh!” Midoriya’s hips went to follow his hot tongue, but Bakugou was quick to slide his hands to grap Midoriya’s hips instead. His tongue reached the uncut pink head, he experimentally circled his tongue around then closed his mouth it.
Midoriya cried out, “Fuck! Kacchan!”
Bakugou was spurred on and sunk his head an inch, then worked back up, down another inch, then back up. He kept this up as a hand raced to his hair, a tight grip interlacing with his strands.
When Midoriya’s head reached the back of his throat his throat convulsed as he lightly gagged, his eyes blurring with tears. He came back up for a deep breath and looked up to check on Midoriya. The green head was mess as he panted heavily, his shirt collar torn open by him at some point. Bakugou felt a burst of energy and sunk back down all the way, his throat protesting as he felt Midoriya’s head slide down against the back of his throat.
“Aaahh..” A drawn out moan tumbled out Midoriya’s mouth, his hand in Bakugou’s hair flexing. Then he swallowed.
“Ah! K-Kacchan! I’m.. cumming!” Midoriya squealed, his back arching as he came in spurts down Bakugou’s throat.
After a few moments of blissed out peace, his hand slipped from Bakugou’s head and he collapsed back into the bed. Bakugou pulled off with a wet pop and coughed into his hand, looking in disgust when drops of cum came out.
Midoriya shot up wide eyed. “O-Oh god! I’m so sorry, Kacchan! I don’t know what came over me!” Midoriya fussed in worry and scooted to Bakugou to grab his shoulders. Bakugou rolled his eyes but grinned at his boyfriend.
”It’s fine, Deku, I liked it.” He pecked a kiss on Midoriya’s brow, watching him flush with a pout. “Of course you did.”
Bakugou gave him a shit eating grin. Midoriya smiled back until his eyes dropped low and saw Bakugou’s black briefs straining with a dark wet patch. “I should repay you.” He stated with confidence and reached down but his wrist was caught by Bakugou.
“You don’t gotta repay me anything, besides, I’m about to cream my underwear.” Bakugou said it so nonchalantly it made Midoriya flustered all over again. “O-Oh.”
Bakugou sat back and pulled his briefs down to his thighs, his cock springing out high. Bakugou hissed at the air, using his cum lubed hand, he stroked himself a few times and grunted as he came in his hand.
Midoriya felt out of breath watching, like he was watching the his name become the number one hero, rather than watching his boyfriend come barely touched.
He watched Bakugou reach over into his night stand and grab a small towel. “Here,” Bakugou handed the small orange cloth to him first then gave him a grin.
“Your dick is still wet.”