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Bakugou getting into an accident and being unable to use his hands for a few weeks has so much potential
Bkdk , tw: light piss play , light angst
“You’ve pushed yourself too far, Bakugou shounen.” All Might finally says to him. It’s quiet, contemplative.
Bkdk , tw: light piss play , light angst
“You’ve pushed yourself too far, Bakugou shounen.” All Might finally says to him. It’s quiet, contemplative.
“I’m not sure you could do this again without risking your hands- or your life, son.”
Bakugou stays silent, looking around the room with tired eyes. Everything hurt, even moving his eyes, but it was worth the pain to see Midoriya’s sleeping face at his bedside.
Bakugou stays silent, looking around the room with tired eyes. Everything hurt, even moving his eyes, but it was worth the pain to see Midoriya’s sleeping face at his bedside.
Seeing him alive brought a sense of calm, and he resented that feeling almost as much as he enjoyed it.
He wants to say something, to tell his idol they were going to kill the wonder duo, that they were going to take Deku away, but every time he thinks about the
He wants to say something, to tell his idol they were going to kill the wonder duo, that they were going to take Deku away, but every time he thinks about the
knife that was held to his partners throat he feels queasy and weak and /scared/.
“It was worth it,” his whispers, just between the two of them. His head is pounding and his hands burn more than any burn he’s experienced before, but his partner and best friend is alive.
“It was worth it,” his whispers, just between the two of them. His head is pounding and his hands burn more than any burn he’s experienced before, but his partner and best friend is alive.
That’s what counts.
***
Transitioning to a life where he needs constant care was a nightmare to say the least. He freaked out when he was told Deku was going to be his care taker, but he actually felt relief. As awkward as it would be, he prefers his lifelong crush over some handsy CNA.
Somehow he makes it home, and he survives the first day. The evening, however, is far more difficult.
In the evening he has to take a shit, which is all fun an games until Deku has to wipe his goddamn ass, and while he insists its entirely professional
In the evening he has to take a shit, which is all fun an games until Deku has to wipe his goddamn ass, and while he insists its entirely professional
and that he doesn’t mind, Bakugou feels completely humiliated and disgusting.
He’s really surprised when he cries that night, hunched over the bathtub while his roommate, childhood friend, and giant fucking crush wipes his goddamn ass.
He’s really surprised when he cries that night, hunched over the bathtub while his roommate, childhood friend, and giant fucking crush wipes his goddamn ass.
He cries, and shivers, and Deku doesn’t push him to talk while he sobs in his arms on the bathroom floor for twenty minutes. It’s not the humiliation, it’s the relief that surprises him and makes him cry.
Deku is wiping his ass and he feels helpless, but at least he isnt fucking dead. Bakugou would let Deku wipe his ass for the rest of his life if it meant he was alive, if it meant they could stay together until they grow old.
Deku quietly helps him up, and Bakugou doesn’t care if the tight hug he gives Deku when they stand makes him look weak, he needed him to know his feelings, and this is the only way he can express them at the moment.
Deku understands, he knows he understands when he hugs him
Deku understands, he knows he understands when he hugs him
back just as tightly.
***
Everything stays uneventful for a week or two. Deku wipes his ass, feeds him, bathes him, and is an overall amazing caretaker.
No issues arise until his hospital gown finally tears, and Deku says he can’t get another one.
No issues arise until his hospital gown finally tears, and Deku says he can’t get another one.
“What do you mean you can’t get another one?” Bakugou asks, just a little too loudly.
“They wouldn’t give me another, I’m sorry that it upsets you, Kacchan, but maybe we can find a skirt or something so-“
“I am /not/ wearing a skirt, Deku,” he spits.
“They wouldn’t give me another, I’m sorry that it upsets you, Kacchan, but maybe we can find a skirt or something so-“
“I am /not/ wearing a skirt, Deku,” he spits.
“I don’t understand what the issue is, the one thing I’ve been able to do myself is fucking piss, why are they fucking taking that away?” Bakugou asks angrily.
“/Kacchan/,” he says exasperated, “they didn’t even want you to get up to make a bowl movement, let alone get up
“/Kacchan/,” he says exasperated, “they didn’t even want you to get up to make a bowl movement, let alone get up
every time you have to pee. They don’t want you to irritate your other injuries!”
“I don’t want ANYONE to touch my fucking dick, and it doesn’t even hurt anymore to stand!”
This is a lie, and Izuku knows it. He pokes his side, and Katsuki hisses.
“I don’t want ANYONE to touch my fucking dick, and it doesn’t even hurt anymore to stand!”
This is a lie, and Izuku knows it. He pokes his side, and Katsuki hisses.
“Call me when you need to pee, Kacchan,” he says.
“You fucking wish, perv,” Bakugou spits.
“You fucking wish, perv,” Bakugou spits.
Surprise, surprise, Bakugou calls him 4 hours later nearly bursting.
“Hurry up I’m gonna fucking piss my pants-“ he says, sitting up and scrambling to push the blankets from his body as soon as Deku enters the room.
“You fucking wish, perv,” Deku says in a high voice, mocking, as he grabs the plastic container from the dresser.
“You fucking wish, perv,” Deku says in a high voice, mocking, as he grabs the plastic container from the dresser.
“Like you fuckin gave me any other choice, prick,” Bakugou scowls, too desperate to get any more angry.
Deku approaches, sitting crisscross on the bed beside him and reaching for the pocket in his boxers.
He hesitates, “this is okay, right?” He asks, looking Bakugou in the
Deku approaches, sitting crisscross on the bed beside him and reaching for the pocket in his boxers.
He hesitates, “this is okay, right?” He asks, looking Bakugou in the
eyes.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ guess. Don’t have much choice, do I?”
He had really been hoping that Deku would get to see his dick on better circumstances, but now he needs to focus on just emptying his bladder without letting his dick swell in Deku’s giant, warm hand-
“Yeah, I fuckin’ guess. Don’t have much choice, do I?”
He had really been hoping that Deku would get to see his dick on better circumstances, but now he needs to focus on just emptying his bladder without letting his dick swell in Deku’s giant, warm hand-
God he’s fucked, isn’t he?
Deku is hesitant, his touches light and obviously filled with a little anxiety. He grabs his penis and pulls it out gently, hands barely gripping it. Bakugou almost wishes he were rough, just so it wouldn’t feel quiet as intimate.
He points the head into the container and waits
He points the head into the container and waits
And waits
And waits, until Bakugou growls angrily above him.
“Stupid goddamn bladder Jesus fucking christ,” he curses, willing himself to give up even a drop. He’s too focused on trying not to get hard, too focused on pretending it isn’t Deku’s hand wrapped around his dick.
“Stupid goddamn bladder Jesus fucking christ,” he curses, willing himself to give up even a drop. He’s too focused on trying not to get hard, too focused on pretending it isn’t Deku’s hand wrapped around his dick.
“It’s okay Kacchan, just relax,” Deku says.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grits. It’s too easy to apply those words sexually, like he’s telling him to relax his hole before fingers enter him. His dick twitches in interest, and the hand around it tightens just a bit.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grits. It’s too easy to apply those words sexually, like he’s telling him to relax his hole before fingers enter him. His dick twitches in interest, and the hand around it tightens just a bit.
He can feel himself beginning to fill out, and he tries even harder to push anything from his bladder but it’s just so fucking stubborn and the harder he gets the more futile it is and its been so long since he’s gotten off and-
Deku hesitantly pumps him once, hand squeezing around the rapidly growing length. Bakugou’s eyes grow wide as he looks at Deku, who doesn’t take his own eyes off Bakugou’s length as he does it again.
“I-“ Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off as Deku starts a rhythm, jerking
“I-“ Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off as Deku starts a rhythm, jerking
him off hesitantly.
“It’s okay Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, eyes still unmoving from where he’s stroking Bakugou through the hole of his boxers.
Bakugou’s breathing grows heavy, arousal thrumming through his veins
“It’s okay Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, eyes still unmoving from where he’s stroking Bakugou through the hole of his boxers.
Bakugou’s breathing grows heavy, arousal thrumming through his veins
as he stares at Midoriya. He feels like a deer in the headlights, unable to move and unable to say anything. It’s only when he swallows and a whine follows it that Midoriya finally looks up, and the eye contact they make is electric. The emotions in Midoriya’s eyes are
so readable for once, it nearly knocks him over the edge. There’s desire there, hidden in the blush of his cheeks and the dilation of his pupils in a mostly bright room.
“H- harder,” he says, quietly. Nearly inaudible. Deku listens, though.
“H- harder,” he says, quietly. Nearly inaudible. Deku listens, though.
Deku squeezes on the stroke back up and it tears a moan from Bakugou’s gut that would make even Midnight blush.
His hips twitch upwards into the grip, and every stroke gets a little more wet as it’s aided with precum. When Midoriya pulls away to lick a stripe up his
His hips twitch upwards into the grip, and every stroke gets a little more wet as it’s aided with precum. When Midoriya pulls away to lick a stripe up his
already damp hand and it returns even more wet and sloppy Bakugou groans, bandaged hands trying to grab the sheets.
He wishes he could bring himself to say something, or that he could take action and help Midoriya out too— anything that would ensure Midoriya that this is what
He wishes he could bring himself to say something, or that he could take action and help Midoriya out too— anything that would ensure Midoriya that this is what
he wants. What he needs. And that he also needs it to not be one sided.
Deku adds a twist on his way up, making Bakugou see white as the heat builds in his gut embarrassingly fast. His hips twitch again, bucking into the grip with more force than needed and nearly forcing
Deku adds a twist on his way up, making Bakugou see white as the heat builds in his gut embarrassingly fast. His hips twitch again, bucking into the grip with more force than needed and nearly forcing
Deku’s hand away.
He’s panting now, eyes rolling in the back of his head. The slick sounds that fill the room are deafening, but they only serve to push Bakugou close to the edge.
It’s when he looks up and accidentally makes eye contact with Deku, who has presumably been
He’s panting now, eyes rolling in the back of his head. The slick sounds that fill the room are deafening, but they only serve to push Bakugou close to the edge.
It’s when he looks up and accidentally makes eye contact with Deku, who has presumably been
staring at his blissed expression, that he finally cracks.
“C-cumming, I’m cumming,” he grits out, a drawn out whine escaping him as he crests and falls into his orgasm as gracefully as a baby deer. His entire body twitches in euphoria and he knows he’s drooling into his
“C-cumming, I’m cumming,” he grits out, a drawn out whine escaping him as he crests and falls into his orgasm as gracefully as a baby deer. His entire body twitches in euphoria and he knows he’s drooling into his
pillow, but he can’t find it in himself to care when it was Deku’s hand that did it to him. Deku was the one to bring him over the edge, and it made this long awaited orgasm just that much better. He spills messily into the container Midoriya holds, and before he even calms
down from his orgasm he’s pissing hard into it. The sound of plastic filling with his hot piss and the pure relief of finally emptying his bladder makes him moan again, and as humiliating as it is he can’t bring himself to care that much.
