A VERY SHORT, SMUTTY #BAKUDEKU THREAD.

My first ever, in fact! I am very proud and this won't be the last bkdk you see from me.

Top! Deku/Mean Dom! Deku
Pro Heroes
Explicit. Just...just smut.

“You really think - ngh, shit - you really think that you’re worth my fucking time?”

Izuku slams into Katsuki again, this time so hard he might just do damage, but he tightens the grip he has in the blond’s hair anyway and uses it to tug his head back further. He presses his hot mouth against his ear as he fucks him.

“I barely have time to sleep, or eat, or find someone to fall in damn love with because I’m being yanked around the world by villainy and publicity and fame and all that stupid fucking 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.”

He snarls as his thrusts drag a wrecked sob from the man who’s pressed up against the balcony of Izuku's penthouse apartment.

The wind howls and the icy rain whips their bare skin; it’s so cold that they both shudder not just from the pleasure.

Taking the man’s cock into his hand, Izuku bites his ear.

“You aren’t worth shit, 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪.”

The vicious gale almost steals the whine that escapes Katsuki then.

Almost.

Izuku slips out of him - the blond’s needy ass chasing his dick - and flips him around. Smears of red paint Katsuki's lips a pretty colour from where he’s been biting them so hard that he's drawn blood.

His eyes are glazed and tears are streaming down his cheeks and Izuku knows that it’s not just because of the sharp gusts that are battering the top of the skyscraper.

With a juddering breath, because he’s close and doesn’t want to ruin this perfect moment, Izuku places a large hand around Katsuki’s neck and squeezes.

“Tough as nails, rude as hell, take-no-crap Ground Zero,” he purrs, leaning in to lick at a spot he’d previously marked with a bite. “That’s what they say about you. And that you still think you’re above everyone else.”

It’s then that Izuku bends a little, picks up Katsuki by his massive thighs and slides himself back inside. The explosive man’s eyes once again roll into the back of his head. “Are you above everyone else?”

“Y-yes.”

Katsuki doesn’t skip a beat as he gives his answer.

Izuku frowns.

“That you are.” He thrusts hard, again and again, clutching Katsuki by the jaw now. Their faces are millimetres apart, noses bumping with each upward thrust of Izuku's hips. “Katsuki, baby, you’re better than them all.”

Katsuki leans back, sliding so his back is resting on top of the barrier; the only thing keeping him from tumbling hundreds of feet down to the streets below.

Izuku only fucks him harder.

“I’m-I’m gonna fucking cum, Deku,” he groans, hips jolting and head tipping into the rain. The wind picks up as a boom of thunder rolls across the black sky above. The rain is thousands of knives slicing through their skin.

Izuku growls.

He stops his movements just as a lightning strike crashes into the rod of a neighbouring building, illuminating them in a harsh flash.

Katsuki moans.

“Are you above 𝘮𝘦?”

“What-”

The hand wrapped around the man’s neck squeezes impossibly tighter. Izuku adjusts the two of them slightly which has Katuski bucking his hips and crying out.

“You’re above everyone else. You’re exceptional, always have been, but are you above 𝘮𝘦?”

There’s nothing but the sound of the storm for a few moments. The glaze in Katsuki’s eyes is gone, replaced instead by a ferocious fire that Izuku is both excited by and also very keen to extinguish.

“No,” the beaten Number Two hero admits from between clenched teeth, glaring at him like he’d just unleashed hell on Earth.

Izuku cracks a smile.

“Good boy, Kacchan.”

And then he grasps Katsuki by the hips with both hands and pounds him so hard he’s crackling green energy and seeing stars. The blond groans, beautiful red eyes closing as he cums in spurts across his stomach whilst Izuku moans and fills him up with his own.

When they finally regain clarity and the ability to breathe, Izuku slips out and carefully lowers Katsuki to his feet. The blond has the audacity to eye him with some kind of smug sass as he wipes himself off and tugs up his uniform.

As he straightens up to tighten his belt, Izuku connects the palm of his hand to the man’s daringly cool face with a resounding 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬.

Katsuki stumbles, eyes blown wide, and stares at him as he clutches his wounded cheek.

“What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, Deku?!” is what he no doubt goes to snap, but Izuku crowds him up against the balcony again and covers his bitch mouth with his hand. Katsuki blinks at him, frowning at first before his face gradually slackens and he gives himself back over to Izuku.

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“You come over here as soon as you find out I’m back in the country after three fucking years, like some dog in heat, practically 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 for my cock, and you dare to smirk at me? I’m done with games.+

I’m done with the way you think you can waltz about thinking there are no consequences to your actions.”

They’re soaked to the bone, so Katsuki’s shirt squelches in his fist as he grabs it tight to pull him closer. “I could crush you without breaking a sweat, Katsuki.+

Remember that the next time you assume I’m a means to you getting put in your place by the only person you know who will always be better than you. I know that’s what has you so hot for me.”

The air is so thick between them that they can barely breathe again. Lightning crackles across the sky above and Katsuki’s large eyes scour Izuku’s face until they finally settle back on angered, green orbs and he shifts back to the Katsuki whom Deku knows all too well.

“God, you never do learn to shut up. You may be the best, Deku, but fuck me if you’re not goddamn stupid and really, really fucking blind.”

And he kisses him.

He...he kisses him?

B-but...they’d made a pact? Back at UA! They’d promised they wouldn’t, because kissing means...kissing means...

“𝘖𝘩,” Izuku breathes.

He feels a chuckle against his lips. Arms slide around his neck. Izuku might’ve stumbled, but Bakugou holds him in place. Lips touch his cheek, and it’s the first time he’s ever experienced Bakugou Katsuki soft.

It's a lot to handle.

Meanwhile, Katsuki laughs and it’s the sweetest sound Izuku thinks he's ever heard. The blond he's known forever leans back and his eyes glisten with an unsaid '𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶' amongst other things Izuku doesn't quite know how to unpack.

"Tch. Yeah, Izuku. Fuckin’ 𝘰𝘩.”

---FIN