Thread by @his__big, a little blurb I’ve had in my drafts inspired by a bit [...]

a little blurb I’ve had in my drafts inspired by a bit in @kaacchaann ‘s Aizawa fapping thread (with permission)

Deku and Bakugo having some handsy time in the locker room shower

cw: masturbation, mild angst, semi- public sexual acts, shy cute lil dudes in love #nsfwbakudeku

Once class was dismissed, Deku spent the entirety of his Friday afternoon running through drills in an empty gymnasium. Deku had been hospitalized for a few days after a rather dramatic duel, so he was feeling out of shape and wanted to make up for it. He also had a lot of

competing thoughts dancing in his head, and nothing helps sort out the mind like a good sweat. So now he’s standing in the shower in an empty locker room overthinking. He just stares at his feet, watching zig-zags of water and stray hair journey to the drain, and overthinking

that fight. It’d been coming for awhile - honestly it’d been coming since they were kids, but it was still startling when a heated argument with Bakugo turned into their climactic show-down. Yeah, his big fight was with Bakugo. It had ended with the two of them beaten and

exhausted, the recognition that they were equals and that Deku deserves Bakugo’s fucking respect. Sprawled on the ground waiting for Recovery Girl to come get them, Bakugo even apologized. It was mumbled and messy, but it was a genuine apology. They parted ways having turned a

page, a page where Bakugo is going to grow and try, despite how hard it is for the hot-head. It was elating to finally be recognized by his childhood friend/tormentor, but even more so it was the apology that pulled at Izuku’s gut and made him warm all over. He had been in love

with Bakugo forever, but had just accepted that Bakugo hated him. To have that reality shattered was freeing and terrifying and rustled up every single feeling Deku had for the boy all at once. It was so overwhelming and blended together inside him, eventually morphing into one

feeling - desire. The need to be near Bakugo, to talk to him and hold him and be WITH him in every way. It felt within his reach, which only fueled his thoughts, and thats how he ended up staring down at his own erection in the shower. Images of Katsuki during their fight flashed

around behind his eyes and he just has to touch himself. He makes a tunnel with his hands and slips his dick inside, applying light pressure. A shiver jolts up him and settles into the small of his back, a buzzing arousal that eggs him on. He begins to fuck into his hand, the

ridge of his cockhead catching deliciously on the edge of his farthest finger. He presses his head against the cool tile stall and fully slips into his fantasy and the pleasure welling around his pelvis. *Katsuki’s fucking eyes pierce him, locking onto him as they ricochet around

eachother. He feels hunted, those eyes tell him he is desired. Whether its to rip him apart violently or sexually is unclear, which makes Deku even harder. He thinks of his sounds, the grunts and moans of exertion slip through the pattern of explosions from his palms. Oh those

palms - he wants them on him, wants those palms groping his sensitive body and pressing him close. Whenever their attacks connected they were so close, so intimately close. God just the smell of gasoline made him shiver at this point, he was so whipped. Katsuki’s ferocity was

intoxicating, and all he desired was that engulfing him. His sweat, such an inherently sexual quirk was so enticing, he wanted it smeared on his-*
“Need help?”
The voice rips through his fantasy, pulling him back to reality. The reality that he was masturbating in a shower stall

in the gym locker room... and someone was there. He pivots his head, still resting his crown on the tile and cupping his cock with his scared hands.
Bakugo stood a few feet away. He was wearing baggy gray sweats and his classic too-tight black tanktop that had definitely been a

part of Deku’s fantasy just moments ago. His hands were in his pockets but they only barely hid the imprint of Bakugo’s dick under the clingy fabric. He was tense, a deep blush spread on his pale face and sharp eyes looking away from the boy in front of him.
“W-What?” Deku

gawks, suddenly feeling faint.
“Can I help you with that?” He says a little louder, his voice still wobbly. He finally looks at Deku and gestures to his erection, then they lock eyes. A long moment passes, just the sound of the pounding shower echoing throughout the room.

Suddenly another shiver wracks Deku’s body, which prompts him to frantically respond.
“Yes! I-If you would like...”
He finally detaches from the wall and faces Bakugo, his confusion and curiosity overriding the initial embarrassment that holy fuck Bakugo just caught him jacking

off in a public place.
Bakugo nods and audibly gulps, beginning to strip. Izuku was glued to his every movement, the anticipation and lust heavy in the air and in the way he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Finally Bakugo is naked, his blush spread all down

his neck to cup his collar bone. He feigns confidence and steps into the shower.

(TBC?)

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