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Continuing this with the unexpected result of Deku confessing immediately! I really thought option A was gonna win tbh :0 https://twitter.com/bakupussy/status/1260568593592352772
“So that really was you?” Deku blurted before he could actually think about what he was saying.
Kacchan pinned him with a sharp ruby stare.
Deku cringed. “The... thirst tweet... I mean...” he stammered out, trying to extract himself from the corner he’d put himself in.
Kacchan pinned him with a sharp ruby stare.
Deku cringed. “The... thirst tweet... I mean...” he stammered out, trying to extract himself from the corner he’d put himself in.
“You saw.”
Deku nodded, even though it wasn’t actually a question.
“Fuuuuck.”
Kacchan pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his head back against the couch.
Deku’s mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. If he played his cards right, maybe he could come out of this-
Deku nodded, even though it wasn’t actually a question.
“Fuuuuck.”
Kacchan pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his head back against the couch.
Deku’s mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. If he played his cards right, maybe he could come out of this-
- with all his dreams coming true, instead of in a body bag.
“I would do it, you know,” he said, trying to sound light and casual.
His hands were shaking.
“Do what?” Kacchan peeked over at him warily.
“Spit in your mouth.”
Kacchan made a strangled sound.
“I would do it, you know,” he said, trying to sound light and casual.
His hands were shaking.
“Do what?” Kacchan peeked over at him warily.
“Spit in your mouth.”
Kacchan made a strangled sound.
Deku sat up a bit, leaning into Kacchan’s personal space. If Kacchan wanted him to be dominant, than he was going to be dominant.
“You deserve to be degraded, after all the shit you put me through when we were kids.”
What! Deku felt himself cringing at his own words.
“You deserve to be degraded, after all the shit you put me through when we were kids.”
What! Deku felt himself cringing at his own words.
But Kacchan... visibly shuddered, his breath hitching.
Oh. Okay.
“Is that what you want, Kacchan...? To be punished?”
For a moment, Deku thought Kacchan was going to submit. His cheeks were flushed with more than just alcohol, and his eyes were dark with lust.
Oh. Okay.
“Is that what you want, Kacchan...? To be punished?”
For a moment, Deku thought Kacchan was going to submit. His cheeks were flushed with more than just alcohol, and his eyes were dark with lust.
But then Deku found himself barely dodging an explosion aimed at his face.
“What the hell, Deku!?” Kacchan demanded, standing up from the couch and panting with rage.
“Sorry, sorry!” Deku squeaked, scrambling away as if he was in middle school again and not a foot taller and-
“What the hell, Deku!?” Kacchan demanded, standing up from the couch and panting with rage.
“Sorry, sorry!” Deku squeaked, scrambling away as if he was in middle school again and not a foot taller and-
-twice as broad as Kacchan.
“You think this is some kind of fucking joke?” Kacchan asked.
Wait, what?
“I called you because I thought I could trust you! That you could help me fix this!”
Deku’s mouth fell open in shock as he saw Kacchan’s eyes fill with tears.
“You think this is some kind of fucking joke?” Kacchan asked.
Wait, what?
“I called you because I thought I could trust you! That you could help me fix this!”
Deku’s mouth fell open in shock as he saw Kacchan’s eyes fill with tears.
“And you think it’s funny to... I don’t know, prank me? Take advantage of me?”
“What? Kacchan, no!”
“Then what is it? Huh?”
Tears were dripping down Kacchan’s cheeks, and Deku felt sick.
“I thought you wanted that,” Deku said in a small voice.
“What? Kacchan, no!”
“Then what is it? Huh?”
Tears were dripping down Kacchan’s cheeks, and Deku felt sick.
“I thought you wanted that,” Deku said in a small voice.
“Wanted *what*?”
“Me!” Deku shouted. “I thought you actually wanted *me*! And I... I thought maybe we could try it out... because I want you, too.”
He cringed, daring to look up at Kacchan.
The blonde stood there with tear tracks on his face, eyes wide with shock.
{TBC}
“Me!” Deku shouted. “I thought you actually wanted *me*! And I... I thought maybe we could try it out... because I want you, too.”
He cringed, daring to look up at Kacchan.
The blonde stood there with tear tracks on his face, eyes wide with shock.
{TBC}
“Get out.”
Deku just sat there on his floor, staring at him.
“I said get the hell out!” Bakugou’s palms sparked a dangerous warning.
That finally spurred the other man to motion.
“I’m sorry Kacchan I totally misread the situation, I don’t know what I was thinking-“
Deku just sat there on his floor, staring at him.
“I said get the hell out!” Bakugou’s palms sparked a dangerous warning.
That finally spurred the other man to motion.
“I’m sorry Kacchan I totally misread the situation, I don’t know what I was thinking-“
Deku kept RAMBLING as he shoved his feet into his tacky shoes and staggered out the door without even tying them.
Bakugou bolted the door with a decisive ‘thunk,’ and then leaned against it and slid down until he was sitting.
Fuck. *Fuck.*
Bakugou bolted the door with a decisive ‘thunk,’ and then leaned against it and slid down until he was sitting.
Fuck. *Fuck.*
He knew he was panicking and that kicking Deku out wasn’t really the best course of action but he couldn’t handle having him in his space just then.
His presence was just so big and all-encompassing and he was distressed and a little drunk and it was all too much.
His presence was just so big and all-encompassing and he was distressed and a little drunk and it was all too much.
Despite everything his pussy was still throbbing with desire, Deku’s dark, sultry voice replaying in his head.
Bakugou found his hand wandering between his legs, half-heartedly rubbing at himself through his sweats until he came.
It was a sad and unsatisfying orgasm.
Bakugou found his hand wandering between his legs, half-heartedly rubbing at himself through his sweats until he came.
It was a sad and unsatisfying orgasm.
He sat there on the floor until his ass was numb and the stickiness between his legs was starting to itch. Ignoring the sporadic buzzing of incoming texts from his phone on the coffee table, he headed down the hall to wash up and go to bed.
The next morning didn’t bring any clarity, just the headache and dry mouth of a mild hangover and all the texts he’d ignored the night before. They weren’t from Deku, like he’d feared. Just the usual bullshit from his other friends, gradually growing more concerned when he-
- didn’t reply.
Whatever. He was known to drop off the grid sometimes. Socializing was a nightmare.
He went in to work, handled his shift, talked to as few people as possible, and went home.
Rinse and repeat for the rest of the week.
Whatever. He was known to drop off the grid sometimes. Socializing was a nightmare.
He went in to work, handled his shift, talked to as few people as possible, and went home.
Rinse and repeat for the rest of the week.
Bakugou hadn’t realized just how much his secret account had become part of his routine until he didn’t have it anymore.
It made him feel weird to think about the fact that he’d structured part of his schedule around making *porn.*
{TBC}
It made him feel weird to think about the fact that he’d structured part of his schedule around making *porn.*
{TBC}
Y’all wanna pick what happens next again? 
Should Bakugou...
Should Bakugou...
Finally continued... 
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