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Bakugou loves kissing Deku.

They're in their third year, and they're dating. He's never imagined them to reach this point, much less be affectionate to each other, but here they are.

And admittedly, he really does enjoy kissing Deku.

Just like what they're doing now.

Tags: #dekubaku #bakudeku #dkbk #nsfw #facefucking #cumminginpants #cominguntouched #deepthroating #blowjobs #scentkink #firsttime

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They're in Deku's room and at first, they're just studying but somewhere along the lines, Deku had requested for a break and now Bakugou's laying on his back on Izuku's bed, getting kissed like the other is trying to devour him whole.

It's always a weird feeling at first. Bakugou has never been kissed before Deku and they've only done this a couple of times, with the stress and limited time for being a hero-in-training. But Bakugou decided that he doesn't dislike this.

It's also funny. Despite Bakugou having the quirk that involves literal bombs, it's Deku's kisses that feel explosive. The few times that Bakugou initiated this kind of thing first, he's always hesitant and awkward about it.

He thought that he'd have at least a bit of consolation because he's dating Deku but no, the nerd actually took the stride confidently and proved just how much of a good kisser he actually is.

He's a natural, and it pissed Bakugou off but it's not so bad, he decides, when Deku makes him feel this way just with kissing. Bakugou knows his body is more sensitive than normal, and he's never been thankful for that more than now.

"D-Deku, Deku!" Bakugou gasps out, lightly pushing away the other to catch his breath and embarrassingly wipe the line of drool that spilled out of his mouth during their make out session.

He's caged in between the other's forearms, so there's no point in trying to escape, and it's these times that Bakugou can't help but realize how much this nerd grew over the years, almost like he really is following All Might's footsteps.

"Sorry, Kaachan," At least, Deku looks apologetic from literally stealing Bakugou's breath away, but there's this hint of mischief in those green eyes and Bakugou doesn't know whether he's supposed to be more turned on or angry.

"You tryin' to kill me or something?" Bakugou growls out, no hint of anger at all, and the furrow of his eyebrows diminishes when Deku kisses his forehead in retaliation.

"Sorry, sorry. You're just too cute, Kaachan! And it feels good kissing you, you taste so sweet... Hmm, I wonder if that's somehow because of your quirk or something."

Nerd mode is back but wow, his boyfriend is so embarrassing.

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up," Bakugou bites out, throwing an arm over his eyes to cover how red his face is rapidly growing. "You're so fucking embarrassing, I swear."

"It's true, Kaachan!" Deku pushes on, even going out of his way to uncover Bakugou's face and cupping his cheek. "You taste sweet... like caramel. It's so addicting..."

Deku kisses him again, and like a pavlovian response, Bakugou opens his mouth so that the other can slip his tongue in. Deku's tongue slides against him, warm and wet, and Bakugou is dizzy with the feeling, his body thrumming with energy.

It feels good... Fuck, it feels so good Bakugou can't think properly, and he feels like he's starting to float on a cloud of pleasure and fluffy feelings that he once thought he's never going to be capable of.

Deku feels good, his kisses feel unfairly good and Bakugou wants more, more, /more/. Deku's tongue is now exploring his mouth freely, and Bakugou fists a hand on his shirt to subtly pull him closer.

They pull away again, and it's also unfair how Bakugou seems to be the only one who's panting like a dog. Deku is just staring at him as he tries to regain his breath, his freckled cheeks flushed pink.

"Kaachan, Kaachan," Deku whispers reverently, tangling his fingers into blond strands, and his lips are a mere centimeters away from another kiss, but Bakugou manages to sit up to push him away gently.

Deku looks confused for a second, but Bakugou has already made up his mind that no, this nerd can't always one-up him. Bakugou still has tricks up his sleeves, and if he's not capable of stealing Deku's breath away with kisses, he's got other ways.

With that, he makes his eyes go half-lidded in an attempt to look sultry and shy, and he knows he succeeded with glee when he hears Deku gulp audibly.

"Kaachan...?" Deku asks, now sounding a bit short of breath, and Bakugou rejoices again. He tries for another way, bringing his hand up to brush his fingertips across his bottom lip and he bites down on it, seductive.

"Feels good, Deku," Bakugou mumbles out shyly, even though his eyes tell a different story. "Your kisses feel so good... but I-I wanna do more." His face is burning but he forces his legs to open, his body trembling a bit.

"Kaachan, that's so unfair!" Deku yelps, face now hot pink, and Bakugou lets out a snort before he can stop it. "You're so lewd, and you don't even know what you're doing to me!"

"Oh, I think I might have an idea," Bakugou smirks as he cups Deku's very obvious bulge, and he laughs at the pathetic squeak the other lets out again. He tries to rub it, but Deku grips his wrist firmly before he can and pins it above his head.

"Oi!" Bakugou bites out (no, he /doesn't/ squeak like Deku), surprised with the sudden rough movement. He tries to push Deku away with his other hand, but that's pinned too and both of them are easily held by just one hand.

There's probably nothing remotely sexual about it, Deku is just trying to pin him immobile, but there's a sharp spike of arousal running down his spine at the realization that he /can't/ move. Shit, since when did this nerd become so strong?

"Kaachan..." Deku calls out gravelly, and as reflex, Bakugou looks at his eyes, and he pauses when he finally takes in how the other is looking at him.

Hunger. That's all he can think of. Deku's looking at him so hungrily, lust so blatantly displayed in those sharp green eyes as he stares right through him, and Bakugou bites back the whimper that threatens to come out of his mouth.

The half chub he had in his pants is fully erect at this point, straining against his boxers almost painfully, and he bites his bottom lip again when Deku moves his knee between his legs.

"D-Deku- ah!" Bakugou gasps when his knee grinds down, and he starts to squirm in Deku's unrelenting grip. Shit, this is way better than kissing. The light pressure is making his nerves alight with small bursts of pleasure.

Bakugou tries to wiggle away again, but Deku just pushes his knee harder, as if warning him to do that again. Honest to God, Bakugou can't take it.

And with the embarrassment comes with more sensitivity, and fuck- fuck- Deku's still watching him with /that/ gaze, and Bakugou can't hold back all of his moans in, much to his humiliation.

"No- hngh, nooo," He tears his eyes away from Deku and turns his head to the side, but it doesn't help one bit. Soon enough, the throbbing sensation in his gut abruptly snaps, and Bakugou throws his head back with a long, soft moan.

"Deku!!"

Short waves of pleasure are running through him and it feels like forever until they stop. He finally registers how Deku is now sitting back, watching him with awe and wonder, and he wants to curse at him but he's still breathing heavily.

"Kaachan," Deku speaks up first after Bakugou recovers, and he wants to cover his ears from the admiration he hears in that stupid voice because what the fuck, there's nothing to admire when he just came a little bit in his pants like a virgin.

Well, he /is/ a virgin, but even most virgins can last longer than Bakugou! And shit, he does /not/ like this thought he's having!

"No, shut up, don't say anything fucker," Bakugou grumbles, also sitting up and he bristles at the sticky wet feeling in his boxers, but it also feels kind of... erotic, and holy fuck, his cock is twitching interestedly again. At least, he's got a great refractory period.

"You sound so sexy, Kaachan," Deku grins, nuzzling Bakugou's cheek with his own, and Bakugou screeches in embarrassment, lightly punching Deku's shoulder once, but he only chuckles at that.

Deku kisses him again, just a light chaste peck that leaves his heart blooming, though he'll deny it until he dies. He returns it almost hesitantly, the embarrassing things he's done only fully processing in his mind.

He pulls back, and Bakugou furrows his eyebrows at how blown his eyes still are but then realizes that he's literally the only one who got to release. He wants to initiate, but Deku beats him to it.

"Can we... Can we continue?" Deku asks first, and Bakugou playfully rolls his eyes at the competitive streak that runs through him. When he glances back at Deku though, only the embarrassment is left.

"I-I," Bakugou curses inwardly at his stutter, but Deku only looks at him with encouragement. He clears his throat. "Do you have lube?"

The way Deku's face turned redder at the question would've been amusing, if the constant awareness of what they're about to do isn't short-circuiting Bakugou's brain.

"Y-Yeah, I do," Deku replies, robotically reaching over his nightstand to produce a bottle of lube that's already half empty. He raises an eyebrow at him and rolls his eyes again when Deku merely sputters.

"Pervert, bet you jerk it off everyday," Bakugou teases with a grin, but it dissolves to a yelp when Deku pinches his nipple over his shirt as revenge. "/Fuck/!" He twists it again, looking at his reaction carefully, and Bakugou glares.

"Stop it, you asshole!" Bakugou swats the hand away, crossing his arms over his chest to shield them protectively. "I'm still sensitive!"

Deku nods, lost in thought. "Yeah, as expected, Kaachan's body really is sensitive all over. I wonder if Kaachan can come from his nipples alone, since he came so easily just from a little grinding—"

His train of mumbling stops when Bakugou lightly smacks him again.

"Ow, Kaachan!" Deku pouts, and Bakugou wonders why he even likes this guy, much less let this nerd be in charge of his orgasms, or on bed for the matter. He must be getting too soft.

"Stop it, nerd," Bakugou huffs, but then focuses his eyes on the lube near him, just there on top of the sheets looking almost like any other normal bottle. And fuck, his heart is definitely pounding against his chest, beating way too erratically it's a bit concerning.

Deku follows his line of sight and smiles, even making his heart do that stupid flip like he's some lovesick highschool girl giving her first confession. Stupid Deku, stupid nerd for making him feel this way.

"You okay, Kaachan?" Deku asks gently, and if this was his first year of highschool, he would've lash out, screaming out something like ‘don’t look down on me!’ but now Bakugou just forces himself to calm down, reminding himself that Deku's just worried and that's not harmful.

Yeah, he's definitely getting soft.

"Fuck off!" Ah, but he's still working on it though.

Even then, Deku's eyes just soften, and he rubs a hand up and down his sides comfortingly. Bakugou hates the way his tense body immediately relaxes, hates the way he's reminded that these quiet moments remind him of the reasons why he loves this dork.

He also hates the way he finds himself not minding how he reacts towards Deku that much.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're not ready yet, you know," Deku tries to reassure him, but Bakugou glances down worriedly. And Deku has the nerve to laugh when he notices.

"Oi, what's so funny?" Bakugou growls, definitely /not/ pouting.

"Nothing, Kaachan, I just love how you're worried about me," Deku chuckles and kisses his forehead affectionately. Bakugou feels more than sees the smile he has on.

"I'm not worried!" He immediately counters, but then says bluntly. "But blue balls also hurt like shit."

"Hmm, you think it's the first time I had blue balls, Kaachan?" Deku pulls back with a grin, telling him just as bluntly, and Bakugou stares at him in horror, not sure whether it's towards the statement or how Deku is just calmly telling him /that/.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Really, Kaachan," Deku tuts, resting his head against his palm and laying down comfortably beside Bakugou, acting as if what they're having is a normal conversation. "You think I don't get hard when I'm intimate with you like this? Happens everytime we do this, you know."

"Holy shit, Deku," Bakugou hisses sympathetically, then pauses, his voice reducing to a mumble. "S-Sorry, I guess." Another short pause, and this time a little louder. "But you do take care of it though?"

"Yeah," Deku flushes up, smiling bashfully, but still answers honestly. "After."

Hm, Bakugou can work with this.

There's still a bit of nerves but at least, he's more settled than before. He's also thinking rationally now that the haze of pleasure is gone. And it's easy to make up his mind like this.

"Since I know now, do it here then," Bakugou challenges and stares more intently when Deku chokes at his demand. He doesn't relent though. "Show it to me."

"K-Kaachan!! I don't think that's- What if I-,"

Bakugou cuts him off, his confidence back full force. "C'mon, Deku! I wanna fucking see how you jerk off."

Deku stills for a moment, eyes searching Bakugou's, and he gives it back with just as much stubbornness. Finally, the other just sighs fondly, and Bakugou's breath stutters when Deku sits up and hooks his thumbs in his pants, pulling it off just enough for his cock to spring out.

And holy /fuck/.

Those fleeting glances in the locker room don't do justice. At. All. Deku's cock is so hard and big, a delicious vein protruding on the side, balls looking so full and heavy. He's already leaking a bit of precum, a line of white, translucent fluid drizzling down from the slit.

Bakugou kinda wants to lick it.

He watches, breathing unsteadily, as Deku wraps a hand around his cock, spreading the precum all over as makeshift lube, and he feels his own cock react when Deku finally starts rubbing and stroking, an up-and-down movement that his eyes are so transfixed to.

He can't look away. Nothing can make Bakugou look away as Deku starts stroking faster, the grunts and groans the other is letting out sounding so /crude/. He wonders if this is how Deku feels when he hears him moan.

Bakugou sits up beside him, wanting a better look, and Deku immediately scoots a little so their shoulders are touching, pressing his face against his neck and nosing the milky skin, which in turn makes Bakugou shudder at the warm breath fanning against him.

Deku swipes a thumb over his slit, and Bakugou feels more than hears his groan as precum steadily dribbles out, and fuuuuck, he definitely wants something— he wants—

"Lemme suck you off," Bakugou blurts out, his tone almost pleading. Deku stops stroking in his shock, and Bakugou's ears redden.

"Woah, y-you sure?" Deku questions as if that kind of prospect is the last thing Bakugou will suggest, but Bakugou can't even return a snark or a jab. He just wants to put his mouth around that big cock. He can't stop looking at it, only being able to glance briefly at Deku.

"Yeah, yeah, didn't I say it first?" Bakugou breathes out, hastily moving over so he's now on his knees on the floor, and he's thankful that Deku instantly gets the message before he's also sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, are you okay? Does your knees hurt? Maybe we should put a pillow— /oh/!"

Bakugou cuts Deku's worried mumbling off when he licks a heady stripe up the shaft. His tongue bursts with something salty, and his nose fills with the smell of musk and sweat that it's making his head feel all floaty and dizzy again.

He can feel his now hard cock straining against his boxers, begging for attention, but he doesn't want to focus on that. Instead, he plants his hands on Deku's thighs so he can crowd in between his legs more fully, wanting to get more than a sniff of that strong scent.

"Fuck, 'Zuku," Bakugou moans out, finally putting his lips around the head, and he hums when the taste of cum bursts on his buds, more apparent than ever. He tongues on the slit, secretly delighted when more precum comes out for him.

He slowly takes him in deeper, throat constricting around the head when it touches the back, and Bakugou tries to hold it while not gagging, drool oozing out of the corners of his mouth. He looks up at Deku, eyes half-lidded, and he shudders at the pleasured expression he has.

"God, Kaachan," Deku groans, brushing his hand into his hair, and Bakugou kinda wants him to fist it until he feels the telltale pain on his scalp. Fuck, what's going on with him?

He takes in the last centimeters of the base, and Bakugou's eyes threaten to roll back when his nose finally touches Deku's pubes, that musky scent stronger there. He sucks on his cock, feeling it pulse around his throat, and he whimpers when Deku tightens his hold on his hair.

He retreats, the tears bubbling in his eyes falling down freely, but it hardly matters when he starts bobbing his head up and down, sucking in intervals. Deku's groans increase in volume, and Bakugou notes with a hint of pride that he's the one making the other sound like that.

He traces the thick vein with his tongue, appreciating the different texture, and when precum spurts out of the slit again, he drinks it down greedily, his own cock twitching at the rich taste but makes no move to touch himself. He just wants to focus on Deku's cock.

He also wants something again though. He wants to try something else.

He pulls away after a couple more sucks and smirks at the way Deku whines at him. Deku looks down with a worried and questioning gaze, and Bakugou feels his face flushing up, his heart thumping against his chest nervously.

They stare at each other for a solid minute, Bakugou contemplating quietly and Deku waiting patiently.

"Fuck my throat," He finally says, and it's worth the embarrassment when Deku sputters again.

"Kaachan," Deku trails off, obviously concerned, but Bakugou shakes his head.

"I'm okay, I want it," He tells him, a tinge of desperation in his tone that Bakugou will definitely hit himself for later. "I want you to fuck my face, 'Zuku."

"Okay, okay," Deku breathes out, all jittery, and Bakugou feels his body quivering in nervous and anticipatory energy as well. "Tap my thigh thrice if you need a break, okay?"

"Okay."

With that, Deku gently places his hands on the sides of his head and pulls him on his cock again. It's a slow descent, Deku is careful with him and he's kinda grateful for it.

When his nose touches his pubes again and nothing happens for a second too long, Bakugou looks up to see what Deku is waiting for.

"Ready?" Deku's gaze seems to say, and Bakugou admits that his heart softens at that.

"Yes." He stares back, and it's all Deku needs.

Deku's now controlling the pace as he tightens his hold on his hair, bringing his head up. He anticipates it, but he still /whimpers/ when Deku brings him down again, thrusting forward in tandem, and he chokes when the head is rammed against the back of his throat abruptly.

It tightens around his cock in reflex, which makes Deku groan, and Bakugou almost whimpers again at the sound.

They settle on a steady pace after that, Deku controlling the way his head bobs, thrusting forward as he's brought down and pulling away when he's brought up on his cock.

Bakugou can't breathe, all he's focused on is flattening his tongue and making sure not to graze his teeth against Deku's cock— he's also choking at times... but he loves it. He loves the dirty sounds he's making, wants to make more, wants the world to hear how slutty he sounds.

He fucking /loves/ it. He wants Deku to ram in more deeply, wants him to abuse his throat until it's burning and his voice is scratchy. Bakugou's never been fond of the idea of giving blowjobs before, but fuck, he loves Deku's stupid big cock, loves his stupid musk—

Bakugou looks up and taps at Deku's thigh once and when Deku looks down back at him, he tries to get the message across with his eyes. A plea to go faster.

He watches when Deku's eyes widen in surprise but he can't help the strong burst of delight that he feels when Deku nods, his eyes significantly darkening and blown until green is almost entirely swallowed by black.

His knees are already aching from staying on the hard floor for too long, but he can't think of anything else as something in Deku seems to snap. He thrusts forward, Bakugou gagging again, but he doesn't let up and just starts battering like a ram.

"Mmm!! Nngh!!!"

The sounds that his throat makes and the lewd noises that resound throughout the room are /obscene/ as hell. The squelching is so loud that Bakugou would've been embarrassed if he isn't so focused on the cock inside his mouth. He feels like Deku's cocksleeve.

"Kaachan, Kaachan, Kaachan," Deku chants, and Bakugou can feel his cock throbbing more on his tongue, heavy. He must be close. "Ah- c-can I come inside? Oh god, Kaachan, feels so good! Please let me come down your throat! Ohhh, you're, hn, doing so good for me!"

Bakugou keens at the praise, tries to nod but realizes he can't, so he settles on gripping his throat, staring at Deku the whole time.

Deku gasps, groans low, and that's that. He thrusts down Bakugou's throat, and Bakugou's eyes roll back when he feels Deku spurting out his warm cum. He can't even taste it from the way he's drinking it directly, only hints of the salty and bitter flavor touching his buds.

He feels the thick cum running down his throat all the way to his esophagus, settling down on his stomach like hot coal, and when Deku releases him, he stumbles on his butt on the floor, looking dazed as a mixture of drool and cum dribbles down his mouth.

"Kaachan! Are you okay!?" Deku is immediately by his side, fretting over him, as he grabs the box of wipes on top of his nightstand. Bakugou only comes back when he feels Deku cleaning up the corners of his mouth, and he rubs at his stomach, marvelling at the still cozy feeling.

"Deku-," Bakugou coughs, cutting himself off and wow, he really got what he wanted. His throat is fucked and he doesn't know how he'll answer in class the next day, but whatever, those are problems for tomorrow.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Kaachan," Deku furrows his eyebrows and apologizes, genuinely sounding upset at how raspy his voice sounds, and Bakugou merely rolls his eyes, used to Deku's constant worrying.

"I'm fine, I loved it and I asked for it," Bakugou manages to say, and he winces when he registers the full feeling in his boxers. Huh, so he came the second time when he sucked Deku off.

Fucking hell.

With sluggish movements, Bakugou props himself up to his feet, wincing again when his knees popped, and sits down on the bed, his face burning when audible squelches are made from the movement. It sounds even louder in the quiet room.

When he looks back at Deku who sits down beside him as well, he's doing that stupid dopey smile again, and Bakugou covers up his embarrassment with a scoff and a curse under his breath.

"Don't," Bakugou firmly says, but of course Deku doesn't listen.

"You're so talented, Kaachan!" He loudly compliments him, and Bakugou swats at him again with a barely audible screech. Deku adds in as compensation, laughing while Bakugou playfully smacks at him with weak punches. "Don't worry, I'll clean you up and pamper you the whole night!"

"You better fucking do," Bakugou threatens with his signature smirk but then finds himself being lifted off the bed, scarred hands carrying him bridal style, and he squawks, indignant, at how Deku can easily carry him.

Deku carries him all the way to the bathroom and settles him down on top of the closed toilet seat, grimacing when he feels the mess in his pants again. Deku looks at him apologetically before stripping him tenderly, face flushing pink when more pale skin is revealed.

It's hard to believe that this guy was the one who was literally fucking his throat a few minutes ago.

"You stay there, okay? I'll just start the shower," Deku tells him and walks away before Bakugou can even respond.

Grumbling, Bakugou reluctantly sits back, biting back unnecessary complaints since he's still basking in the mild afterglow. He hates it when Deku treats him like he's a fragile doll, hates it when he feels vulnerable and open, but well, it isn't so bad at times like these.

And as Bakugou watches Deku start the shower the way he likes it, letting him do all the work, and as Deku catches him staring but merely responds with another blinding smile of his— well, Bakugou can indulge him just for a little bit.

END