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“K-Kacchan…” Midoriya stammered, as Bakugo spun them, pressing Midoriya up against his own bedroom door. His toned, hard frame pressed into Midoriya’s softer, rounded one, Midoriya having grown rounder over the course of the past couple of months, evidence of the changing of the seasons.
“Shut up.” Bakugo ordered, leaning in and pressing his face into Midoriya’s neck. Midoriya’s hands came up between them, pressing against Bakugo’s chest as he tilted his head, letting Bakugo scent him, a tight, uneasy knot of fear and tension in his stomach. “You’ve been putting this off for too long.” He growled before licking a stripe up Midoriya’s neck.
“I- I know, I just- ah-!” Midoriya said, going up on his toes a little as a zing went down his spine, his tail flicking a little against the door. “Nn, Kacchan-” He groaned as Bakugo sunk his teeth into the soft meat of Midoriya’s shoulder. “I- I didn’t want to-” His voice took on a slightly higher edge as he tried to put up a little higher on his toes.
“Stop making excuses.” Bakugo growled, still holding Midoriya in place with his teeth. “How long have they been dropped? Two weeks? Three?” He tightened his hold on Midoriya’s arms, keeping him pressed there.
“T-Three and a half.” Midoriya mumbled. Bakugo released his bite and let go of Midoriya’s upper arms to collect his wrists up, pinning them up above Midoriya with one big, partially-shifted hand, nails sinking into the wood a little.
“Kacchan, my door-!” Midoriya protested, unable to stop the surge of heat building in his gut at the motion.
“Shut up.” Bakugo snapped again. His other hand slid down Midoriya’s chubby front and down between his legs, where Midoriya was already rock hard. Midoriya flushed in embarrassment and arousal, but Bakugo’s hand kept moving down until he was cupping Midoriya’s balls with a startling amount of gentleness.
“O-Oh-” Midoriya whimpered, his head banging back against the door as he arched up, breathless at the light touch.
“You’ve got to be fucking aching for it by now.” Bakugo muttered, feeling the weight of the large, swollen and tender sac filling the palm of his broad hand. “Fucking moron.”
“S-sorry, Kacchan.” Midoriya said softly. “I- I didn’t want to- to bother you with this, or…”
“Deku.” Bakugo said, releasing Midoriya’s balls to grab his chin and force Midoriya to look at him. His eyes were dark and furious. “I’m your fucking alpha. You think I’d be bothered by something like this?”
“I- I don’t…” Midoriya bit his lip, but Bakugo reached up and thumbed Midoriya’s lip free before crowding in close and pressing their lips together.
It was startling tender, the way their lips pressed together, and Midoriya found his eyes slipping closed on a shaky exhale, the uneasy knot in his stomach starting to unclench. The floor was sliding out from under his feet without moving, but he was safe, pressed here in Bakugo’s arms.
“Idiot.” Bakugo mumbled against Midoriya’s lips, tilting their heads a little, crowding just a touch closer. Midoriya’s soft stomach squished between them. Bakugo pressed his mouth to Midoriya’s over and over, gentle little slides as their lips parted and they panted into each other’s mouths, growing wetter with every pass.
Midoriya finally gathered the nerve and drew Bakugo’s lower lip into his mouth, and a rough growl rumbled up from Bakugo’s throat. He crowded into Midoriya’s space, crushing him against the door, his other hand on Midoryia’s soft waistline as he held him down.
“Kacchan… my arms…” Midoriya whispered, his shoulders starting to ache.
“ Deku. ” Bakugo growled, but let go of Midoryia’s wrists, settling his other hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. Midoriya draped his arms around Bakugo’s neck, sighing in relief as he lowered himself down from tiptoe, trembling a little from being up for so long.
“Kacchan.” Midoriya sighed softly as he slid one hand up into Bakugo’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp. He arched up from the door, pressing into Bakugo as Bakugo slid his tongue into Midoriya’s mouth.
“Deku.” Bakugo said in response. It was almost like sweet syrup, the tenderness pooling between them, but then Bakugo shifted and his leg came into contact with Midoriya’s hardon.
Midoriya jerked with a gasp as his arousal came crashing back into him, waking all his nerves from the almost sleepy arousal that Bakugo had induced in him.
“K-Kachan…” Midoriya gasped, curling forwards and clutching at Bakugo’s shoulders. He trembled a little, feeling the heat rush towards his face, biting his lip.
“Shit, Deku.” Bakugo muttered, sliding his hand up along Midoriya’s neck, into his hair, and tugging his head back. Midoriya looked up at Bakugo, his lips parted as he shook a little.
“K-Kacchan, please…” He whispered, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily. “It- I’m- oh god .” He moaned weakly, and Bakugo growled, a possessive beast roaring in his chest as he slammed their lips together, shoving his tongue in Midoriya’s mouth and laying his claim.
“Bed.” He commanded as he pulled back, leaving a dazed and flushed Midoriya blinking at him for a moment.
“R-right!” Midoriya scrambled over to his bed, fingers fumbling as he hastily undid his jacket buttons. In contrast, Bakugo stripped his clothes off easily, tossing his shirt to the side. Midoriya stared for a long moment, watching the ripple of Bakugo’s back muscles as he moved.
“Deku.” Bakugo said, and Midoriya snapped out of his trance.
“Oh, um.” Midoriya flushed, looking up to meet Bakugo’s stare. “Sorry.”
“You fucking nerd.” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes, but there was no heat to his words. Midoriya finished struggling out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor and Bakugo pulled him in close, warm hands swiping along Midoriya’s soft sides and squeezing. Midoriya blushed harder, his head spinning a little.
“Come on.” Bakugo abruptly pushed Midoriya down to the bed, and Midoriya gasped as he bounced a little, Bakugo’s hands on his waistband, already stripping Midoriya’s pants and boxers off. Midoriya blushed as his swollen, erect cock bounced free, his balls heavy and resting all the way down to the bedsheets under him.
“Fucking hell.” Bakugo muttered, as he grabbed it, barely able to wrap his long fingers all the way around it. Midoriya moaned at the touch, hands flying to his mouth as he arched up off the bed at the touch, feeling like lighting had shot up his spine and tried to pull his bones out through his cock.
“K-Ka-cchan-” Midoriya stuttered out as Bakugo dragged his hand slowly up the length of Midoriya’s shaft, forcing a bead of precum to spill over at the top and start dripping down over Bakugo’s hand. Midoriya muffled his moan, legs trembling.
“Fuck.” Bakugo said hoarsely and practically tore his pants off, wrestling with his belt. He kicked the cloth off and practically dove for the bedside drawer to yank it open and find the lube.
“Ah- hah, Kacchan…” Midoriya said, forcing his eyes open to watch Bakugo straddle his round waist, reaching out with trembling fingers to trail his hands up Bakugo’s muscled thighs, not sure what he was allowed to touch.
Bakugo dropped the bottle of lube on Midoriya’s soft chest, the bottle landing between his pecs and settling against the plump mounds, cheeks pink as he stared down at Midoriya.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, uncomprehending. Bakugo grimaced a little, his cheeks going pinker.
“Well, I can’t exactly prep myself with these out, can I?” He asked, flashing his claws at Midoriya.
“Yourself?” Midoriya asked blankly. His hands clutched at Bakugo’s thighs as understanding hit him like a bolt of lightning. “Oh. OH. ” He blushed hard, reaching for the bottle and uncapping it with shaking fingers. Bakugo went up onto his knees, jutting his hips forward and leaning back a little to give Midoriya access. His cock bobbed a little, standing up proudly against Bakugo’s stomach.
Midoriya slicked up the fingers on one hand, breathing hard as he stared up at Bakugo, reaching with a trembling hand.
Bakugo was letting Midoriya fuck him.
Bakugo, his alpha , was going to let Midoriya fuck him.
His fingers found Bakugo’s hole and he slipped the first one in easily. It almost felt- too easy, he remembered the way it felt when Bakugo had opened Midoriya up for the first time, and Midoriya’s gaze flicked up to meet Bakugo’s eyes, his brow furrowed with a question on his lips, but- Bakugo wasn’t looking at him, biting down on his knuckles, his cheeks red.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, sliding a second finger in and tugging on Bakugo’s rim lightly. Bakugo shuddered, biting down harder to muffle his moan. “You… have you…?”
Midoriya couldn’t keep the hurt out of his voice. He- he really didn’t care if Bakugo was sleeping with others, their relationship wasn’t monogamous, but if Bakugo had been letting others fuck him, then that was something else, something that-
“D-Deku.” Bakugo growled, and Midoriya abruptly snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at Bakugo’s burning gaze, pinning him in place. “I don’t know what stupid thoughts you’re having, but knock it off.”
“S-Sorry, Kacchan…” Midoriya said, starting to rock his fingers again. “You’re… so… relaxed.” He finally settled on. To his surprise, rather than getting indignant or defensive, Bakugo flushed, red creeping down his chest.
“I-” Bakugo coughed a little. “You think I was just- gonna take your stupidly engorged dick without doing any prep?”
“You…?” Midoriya looked up at Bakugo stunned. Bakugo scrubbed the back of his hand over his mouth as Midoriya felt a wave of emotion rise up in him, his eyes getting moist. “K-Kacchan…”
“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grumbled, looking away. “Just- hurry the fuck up.”
“You got it, Kacchan.” Midoriya slid a third finger into Bakugo with renewed enthusiasm, and Bakugo abruptly let out a little muffled noise, his eyes slamming shut.
“Fuck.” Bakugo groaned, his head tilting back as his hand came back to his mouth. Midoriya drank in all of Bakugo’s reactions greedily, working three fingers in and out of Bakugo and tugging at his rim.
“Deku- another-” Bakugo demanded, and Midoriya blinked, taken aback.
“Y-you sure, Kacchan?” He asked hesitantly, and Bakugo’s eyes flew open, his gaze snapping to Midoriya.
“ Deku. ” He growled. “I am your alpha. If I say another finger, then you put another goddamn finger in me.” Midoriya swallowed as his breath hitched, the throb of his cock reminding him of the end goal here.
“Okay.” Midoriya whispered and pulled his hand out to add more lube. He slipped the three fingers back in, hesitated, and slid his pinky into Bakugo’s open and willing hole. Bakugo gasped and arched up as Midoryia’s fingers gently pumped in and out of Bakugo, sliding down past the knuckle as Bakugo’s hole clenched greedily at Midoriya’s hand.
Bakugo was so soft and hot inside, silken and wet, and Midoriya’s cock ached as he fought down the urge to just pull his hand out and replace it with his dick. He curled his four (four!) fingers a little and tugged at Bakugo’s rim gently, just a little-
“Stop.” Bakugo gasped, and Midoriya froze. Was it too much? Did he hurt-
“Fuck, Deku, I need your cock in me now. ” Bakugo growled, and Midoriya carefully worked his fingers out of Bakugo, wiping them off on his sheets.
“K-Kacchan, I need to lube myself up..” Midoriya pointed out, and Bakugo swung off, one hand pressed to Midoriya’s soft belly, the other reaching for Midoriya’s profusely weeping cock.
“I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” Bakugo said, grinning as he took his hand and wrapped it around the tip of Midoriya’s cock, spreading the copious amounts of precum down Midoriya’s dick. Midoriya moaned, his head thudding back onto the pillow.
“Up.” Bakugo commanded. “Against the headboard.” Midoriya blinked up at Bakugo but obeyed, pressing himself up into a sitting position against the headboard.
“Fucking Deku.” Bakugo said, straddling Midoriya’s legs, facing away from him. “Don’t let it get so fucking bad next time. I had to fucking put my whole goddamn hand up my ass because I didn’t know how big you were gonna fucking be when you finally gave in-”
“Sorry, Kacchan…” Midoriya mumbled as Bakugo scooted back, pressing his ass against Midoriya’s long cock. His hole was red and puffy, still slightly open from Midoriya’s fingering and he stared at it in awe for a long moment as Bakugo shifted a little to find his balance, going up on his knees. Bakugo’s hand reached back and found Midoriya’s cock, guiding the head to Bakugo’s greedy hole.
“Oh, wait, wait-” Midoriya grabbed for Bakugo’s waist to stop him. “Kacchan, no, I want to see youUU-” Midoriya gasped, all his breath shoved from him as Bakugo ignored him, popping the head of Midoriya’s cock into his hole and shoving his hips back and down, taking Midoriya’s monster tanuki length all the way down in one motion.
Midoriya stared at Bakugo’s back in a daze, his ears ringing as Bakugo shifted his hips a little, panting heavily. Midoriya’s hands were clutching tightly at Bakugo’s waist, trying to catch his breath and comprehend the warmth and tight clench around him.
He gradually became aware of the tiny tremors running through Bakugo’s frame, one hand pressed to his mouth as he curled forwards, panting hard.
“K-Kacchan…” Midoriya choked out, sliding his hands up to Bakugo’s shoulders and guiding him back to rest against Midoriya’s chest, showing Midoriya his face at the same time.
Bakugo’s eyes were wide open, unfocused and dazed as he covered his mouth, cheeks a deep red, struggling to breathe as his hole continued to tighten and relax around Midoriya, trying to get used to the overwhelming presence inside of him.
“Kacchan…” Midoriya whispered, dragging Bakugo’s hand away from his mouth. Bakugo let out a shuddery gasp, mouth open as he panted.
“Fuck.” Bakugo said, his voice weak. “Deku-”
“Kacchan, are you okay?” Midoriya asked, worry surging up to overwhelm his arousal. “Should we stop, or-”
“Deku.” Bakugo’s voice was thin, but it was still the commanding tone of his alpha. “If you take your fucking cock out of my ass then I am never talking to you ever again.”
Midoriya swallowed, but nodded.
“Are you okay?” He asked again. Bakugo visibly struggled for a moment as he pulled himself together.
“Fine.” He said, rising from Midoriya’s chest and going back up to sitting on his heels, straddling Midoriya’s legs. “I just- fuck. Shit.” Bakugo shuddered and went tight around Midoriya again. Midoriya gasped, grabbing at Bakugo’s waist, just trying to hold on.
“Kacchan.” Midoriya said, and Bakugo abruptly rose up onto his knees, then dropped down, letting his weight guide him back down, his breath leaving him in a rush.
“Oh, fuck -” Bakugo gasped, throwing his head back. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” He pushed up and rocking his hips down, a desperate edge to his motion that stoked the fire burning in Midoriya, seeing his alpha work so hard, being so affected.
“Kacchan-” Each time Bakugo took him all the way down, it sent a burst of heat through him, until Midoriya knew he was sweating despite Bakugo doing the work.
Bakugo slammed his hips down, arching his back and letting out a guttural moan, Midoriya’s huge cock hitting deeper than any toy he had ever used, reaching new spots inside of him, lighting up untouched nerves and pressing his hole open unyieldingly.
Every time Bakugo’s fingers found their way to his mouth, Midoriya’s hand was always there, tugging them away, stopping him from hiding his noises, adding that edge of embarrassment to the pleasure that only enhanced it more.
“Kacchan… you’re so fucking…” Midoriya’s words failed him as Bakugo rocked their hips together, making Midorya’s legs tremble. The fire in his gut was burning hotter and hotter, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to push him over that edge.
“Ah, hah…” Sweat was matting Bakugo’s hair to the nape of his neck, and he rocked their hips together slowly, catching his breath as his chest heaved. Midoriya’s eyes found a single bead of sweat that slowly started trailing down Bakugo’s neck, towards his shining back. He leaned in and licked up the salt, making Bakugo jolt and moan hoarsely as Midoriya’s cock shifted in him.
“Fuck.” He whispered.
“Kacchan…” Midoriya licked his lips nervous. Should he?” Bakugo’s abused hole was fluttering around his cock, making Midoriya’s desperation and need to cum rise.
“Kacchan- sorry- I can’t-” Midoriya stammered out as he pushed Bakugo forwards, rising up and pushing down Bakugo down to the bed, grinding his cock in deep.
“Deku, wha- oh- OH-” Bakugo choked, his hands clawing at the bed and tearing Midoriya’s sheets up as the new angle pressed Midoriya in deep, his eyes rolling back as his entire body lit up. “Ah, oh- oh fuck- Deku, you- oh GOD-”
“Kacchan-” Midoriya grabbed one of the shredded sheets to wipe Bakugo’s back dry, giving himself some purchase so his hand wouldn’t slip. He planted his hand firmly in the middle of Bakugo’s back, holding him down as his other hand found Bakugo’s hips.
“Deku, Deku-” Bakugo panted into the sheets, shaking under Midoriya.
“Sorry, Kacchan, I can’t-” Midoriya panted, and pulled his hips back, then thrusted forwards.
Bakugo howled.
Midoriya’s cock was massive with the new angle, pushing him open, hitting all the sweet spots Bakugo knew of and then some, making him sob at the unrelenting pleasure he couldn’t control, driving him out of his mind, unable to do anything but take it, the alpha brought low under his pack member.
It was made so much more intense by the the length of Midoriya’s cock pressing into Bakugo, deep into his gut, and Bakugo worked one hand under himself, feeling the muscles of his stomach distort with every thrust Midoriya gave, pressing through him to the other side and forcing Bakugo’s body to comply.
He could feel Midoriya’s cock, the intense pressure bringing tears to Bakugo’s eyes as he cupped his torso, cradling the spot that bulge out with every thrust. It should have hurt, it should have been painful, but instead it was lighting him up from the inside, hot and heavy, more evidence that Bakugo had completely surrendered himself to Midoriya.
The role reversal had Bakugo sobbing, unable to reconcile his instincts and the aching fire inside of him, reveling in his position under Midoriya, the burning humiliation branding from inside out, remaking him in Midoriya’s image, around Midoriya’s cock, until that was all he was good for, the strong alpha playing bitch to his pack, to Deku ,
“ Katsuki- ” Midoriya sobbed, pistoning his hips in and out of Bakugo, unable to stop at this point, even if he wanted to, and something inside of Bakugo clicked at the call of his name.
“ Izuku, Izuku, Izuku -!” Bakugo’s howl rose up until he was just making one long call, screaming his pleasure out to anyone who could hear, a tidal surge of heat and pleasure and Izuku crashing over him, his vision blacking out as he came, his mind flying apart, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back.
“ Katsuki, oh god, Katsuki -!” Midoriya gasped out, pressing forwards as his hips stuttered to a halt, crushing Bakugo against the bed as he came, pouring his seed into Bakugo, into his alpha, into Katsuki, the sensation like someone had reached into his soul was was pulling it out though his dick, the cum continuing to flow, Midoriya shaking apart from the pleasure.
It was endless, the heat of Midoriya’s seed pouring into Bakugo for what seemed to be a neverending stretch of time, each moment onto making the pull stronger as he emptied everything he had into Bakugo. Into his alpha.
“Katsuki, Katsuki…” Midoriya faintly became aware of the tears dripping down his face, splashing down onto Bakugo’s back as he trembled, still bracing himself up with one hand pressed to Bakugo’s back, elbow locked to prevent himself from falling.
“Izuku.” Bakugo mumbled into the sheets, the word slurred.
“Oh, oh, Ka-Kastuki-” Izuku hiccuped, shaking a little as he started to cry, emotions overwhelming him without really knowing why. “Sorry, sorry-” He curled forwards.
“Stop it.” Bakugo mumbled, reaching back with a limp hand to paw at Izuku’s shoulder.
“Sorry.” Midoriya went to pull back and out of Bakugo, but Bakugo’s limp hand turned into a tight grip as he grabbed Midoryia’s arm.
“Don’t.” Bakugo said. “Just- stay.” He slurred. Midoriya hesitated, scrubbing at his cheeks, but before he could do anything else, Bakugo was grabbing at Midoriya, forcing him down onto his side and twisting with him, keeping them connected as he draped Midoriya’s arm over his waist.
“Oh.” Midoriya was startled out of his tears as he pressed his stomach to Bakugo’s stomach. “Is- is that-”
“Fucking tanukis.” Bakugo sighed as Midoriya hesitantly cupped the swell of Bakugo’s stomach feeling the seed inside slosh around, stretching Bakugos’ muscles out of their toned definition into a soft pouch. “Gotta carry way- way too much fucking cum all the time.” He slurred. “Too big for your balls.”
“Katsuki… I-” Midoriya pressed his forehead to Bakugo’s back, feeling the tears start to come again. “Sorry...” He whispered, shifting his hips a little, a little uncomfortable at still having his cock in Bakugo, but Bakugo just let out another sigh.
“Izuku.” He slapped at Midoriya’s arm. “Don’t be- a fucking- dumbass.” Bakugo said. “Nothing to be- sorry for.”
“Okay.” Midoriya said quietly, curling so that he could press a wet kiss to the sweaty nape of Bakugo’s neck.
“Good.” Bakugo said, reaching for Midoriya’s hands and twining their fingers together over the swell of Bakugo’s stomach.
There was a moment of silence where the sudden sorrow receded as fast as it had arrived, and Midoriya smiled slowly against Bakugo’s shoulder. Then,
“Next time, you’re not putting this off for three and a half fucking weeks.”
“Sorry, Kacchan!”