Chapitre 6: 6
Bakugay🌈: Dipshit's banging chicks in my room
Bakugay🌈: I'm going to murder him
Bakugay🌈: what the fuck why do you motherfuckers keep changing my name in here
Sharkweek🦈: oooooh our Baku is jealoussss
Spidey🕸️: motherfuckers, he says, like you didn't bang your brother lmao
Pikachu⚡: fellas, is it gay to want your bro to never kiss anyone but you?
Bakugay🌈:All of you are literally the dumbest people on this planet
Bakugay🌈: I don't know why I tell you anything
Bakugay🌈: you can all eat shit and die
Bakugay🌈: change my name back you fucks
Pikachu⚡: its gay pride month my dude
Bakugay🌈: then change your own shit you useless bottom
Spidey🕸️: Bakugay is a top so that's why he sucks so much
Pikachu⚡: Booo tops don't have rights
Pikachu⚡: The bottoms have to unionize
Pikachu⚡: Imma call your brother and tell him no ass until our demands are met
Sharkweek🦈: that will never not be funny
Sharkweek🦈: brothherrrrr
Bakugay🌈: Shut the fuck up you yellow motherfucker I will end you
Pikachu⚡: Not if you die first from blue ball-itis
Pikachu has a point. Katsuki has a severe case of Blue Ball-itis, and he's afraid the condition is fatal.
Not for him. He'll be fine. But he is going to fucking murder Deku if it's the last thing he does. And then, he's going to fucking murder Masaru Bakugou for putting him in this whole mess in the first place. And once he's standing on the graves of everyone in a fifty-mile vicinity, he will finally be able to relax.
Let it be known that Katsuki Bakugou, while a 'top' or whatever in the classic sense, has bottomed. A couple of times. For one man, and one man only. Who just happens to be sitting across from him at the dinner table, avoiding eye contact like the plague.
Let's be honest. Katsuki had a pretty good fucking idea how he felt about Izuku prior to going to college. He wasn't that far from begging Izuku to come to Boston with him, despite knowing that a.) Deku isn't going to come with him even if he asked and b.) Katsuki would never beg Deku for shit. He'd rather spontaneously combust.
He doesn't do feelings. He doesn't know how to ask for things. He's given things. He gets whatever the fuck he wants, always. He wants Deku to stay his, and he can't have him, and its driving him fucking insane.
The idea to leave Deku with something, a gift of sorts, is so obvious, Katsuki doesn't know why he didn't think of it earlier. Its July, he's about to go off to college, and there's no fucking way he's leaving before doing this.
Plus, its Izuku's birthday. The dipshit would probably say 'the best gift is spending the day with you, Kacchan' or whatever cheesy shit he says, but Katsuki's made his mind up. He's done his research. He doesn't eat much all day, preps himself meticulously because he sure as shit isn't going to let Deku wear a condom, what kind of gift is that, and by the end of the day when he comes over to Izuku's house he's cranky, hungry, and wanting nothing more than to jump the green nerd's bones.
"Kacchan! Hey hey, come in!" Izuku calls, stupid birthday hat on his stupid birthday head. He welcomes Katsuki in, and Katsuki stomps inside, already annoyed.
"Katsuki, honey! Aw, I'm so glad you were able to come and celebrate Izuku's birthday with us! I'm so glad you two are such good friends again!"
Katsuki grumbles. Inko Midoriya is so impossibly cute and supportive and doting on her son, its irritating. The fact that he finds himself smiling after taking a few bites of the intricate cake that Deku's mom made, relaxing into the couch as the three of them watch one of Deku's favorite fucking superhero movies, means nothing. Inko Midoriya has the three of them 'cheers' with a responsibly-poured glass of wine before she ushers them off to Izuku's room.
"Kacchan, I'm so happy…" Izuku finally says, fluffing up his pillows. Katsuki glowers at the other man, but he takes the bait.
"Why the fuck?"
Izuku has the audacity to look bashful. He fidgets with his stupid oversized All Might T-shirt, his stupid cute blush lighting up his stupid cute freckles.
"This is the best birthday. I mean. Getting to spend it with you," Izuku bites at his lip and looks away from Katsuki. Goddamn it. He said basically the same exact thing he said in Katsuki's imagination. Are they spending too much time together? Not for long, his brain addends. Urgh. This shit is so fucking embarrassing. Katsuki doesn't respond, instead busying himself with finding the gift in his stuff.
Katsuki reaches into his backpack and pulls out a hastily wrapped palm-sized box, thrusting it out to Izuku. He'd never admit that it actually took him a while to pick this shit out.
"Oh, what is it?" Deku has this curious, wide eyed-look on his face. Katsuki shoves the hand with the package out more insistently, until crooked fingers finally take it from him.
"Why don't you open it and find out, shit-for-brains?"
Izuku unwraps the present much more carefully than he needs to and Katsuki feels the blush ascend up his neck, into his ears, and make a home on his face. He sure wishes there was somewhere to hide, but he won't be defeated by this embarrassing shit, so he keeps his eyes focused on Deku's reaction.
Deku brings the stupid thing so close to his face you'd think he was blind. It's a little All-Might themed flash drive, the superhero's head being the USB port. Katsuki is glad that the nerd's eyes are shining so bright now, because he's sincerely gonna shit his pants when he tries to plug it into his computer and sees what is on it.
Katsuki definitely didn't spend a ton of time finding all their childhood photos from his dad's photo albums and getting Auntie Inko to give him her own hard copies. Then all he had to digitize them, upload them to this stupid flash drive, and… voila!
Urgh, Katsuki is so embarrassing. He'd murder anyone if they found out. But its fucking Izuku, and he isn't going to see him anymore, and they don't have any fucking pictures together now, and maybe Katsuki wants some, but its whatever. Its whatever! They have other memories they can make.
"…I've got something else for you."
"Oh?"
Not looking Izuku in the eye, heart in his hands, Katsuki bites at his bottom lip as he approaches the smaller boy, leaning him back onto the bed, mounting him. He's barely able to look at his wondering green eyes, that stupid crows nest he calls hair spreading out on his pillow like a mossy green forest. Urgh, fuck. Katsuki's such a sap.
Pulling out a little tube from his pocket, he shoves it into Izuku's hands and waits patiently. Izuku looks from the tube, to Katsuki, then back to the tube.
"…Kacchan?" he squeaks out.
"You don't have to if you don't want to…"
"NO!" Izuku basically jumps off the bed, eyes wide. Katsuki finally meets the eyes of his counterpart, pretty sure he'd be able to cook an egg on his face with how much its burning. The little shit's eyes are sparkling mischievously, fist clasped like he's ready for a challenge.
"You really would? With me?" Izuku sincerely looks like a kid in a candy store, if said kid just inherited it, Willy Wonka style, and Katsuki isn't sure if he can blush more, but his body sure as fuck tries.
"Who the fuck else, idiot?" There's no bite to Katsuki's voice, and he fidgets with his hands, feeling weirdly insecure in the moment.
Instantaneously, the little green nerd grabs him by the hips and flips them around, grinning as he straddles the taller boy.
"I must be dreaming…." Deku says, eyes soft, dreamy. He takes those stupid stubby fingers and urges Katsuki's shirt off. He throws the covers over the both of them, encasing them in the humid heat, as he pulls off Katsuki's pants. To Katsuki's annoyance, Deku remains dressed, but, shit, its his birthday. He'll let the nerd do whatever.
Its weird, not really being able to see him. All he feels is the bony body pressed against him, then that mouth along his collarbones, landing long, sweet kisses against his shoulder. Deku trails down Katsuki's arms, slowly, unhurriedly. He can't see what's going on, but knows that Deku's opened the bottle of lube, and anticipation makes his breathing erratic. Bakugou Katsuki will not be defeated by this!!! But, honestly, he is nervous. But, shit, if Deku can fucking do this, constantly, all the time, on command, then so can Katsuki!!!
Katsuki jumps as Izuku sucks harshly on his nipple.
"What are you doing?" he gnarls quietly. That didn't seem to deter the nerd, who kept lavishing his nipples with teeth and lips and tongue.
Izuku scrunches his eyebrows. "Foreplay."
"I don't fucking need foreplay you stupid motherfucker, I'm not a girl, get on with –" Katsuki's voice die in his throat as the sensation of Izuku's finger probing his hole mixes with the soothing sensation of his velvety tongue circling his nipple.
"Kacchan… you're tense…"
Katsuki breathes in sharply, rolling his shoulders back onto the bed, taking a deep breath. His entire body feels like its burning up, and god forbid, he's actually so excited he's having a hard time standing it. He bites back a strangled moan as, verdant green eyes watching for his reaction, Deku bites down on the sensitive stub on his nipple while simultaneously wiggling in his finger to the knuckle.
Katsuki tries to keep himself from cursing Deku out, with that stupid little shit actually smiling against his responding body. Never in his life did Katsuki fucking Bakugou think that he would want to ride Deku's stupid green cock. And yet? Here they are.
Deku's dumb plush lips trail along his abdomen, sucking an errant bruise into his hipbones, before his stupid face finds its way to his cock, embarrassedly swollen and eager to be let out of its previous confines. Katsuki wants to argue; he's trying to give a gift to Deku, but Deku's a man on a mission. One finger curved up in his entrance, thrusting shallowly in an out, giving Katsuki just enough friction to feel it but not enough to satisfy him, Deku uses the free hand to cup around his cock. Katsuki, unable to stop himself, looks down at the sight. Its always so goddamn cute when Deku takes a moment to appreciate the task he's about to undertake.
Deku starts, like the good boy he is, licking up with the flat part of his tongue all the way from the base to the tip, lapping up his shaft, letting it bounce against his freckled face. He tongues at Katsuki's hole, licking the drop of precum, before hollowing his cheeks and rapidly taking the whole member down his throat. Over the past almost two years, Deku's become such a goddamn champ at choking on his dick; Katsuki, again, is truly blessed. Unable to help himself, he threads his fingers through those green locks, gripping hard and helping his sweet little Deku deep throat him, groaning at the sensation of the boy's throat closing up around his hardness. Deku's a sly little shit, because as Katsuki's distracted with trying to gag him on his dick, he's introduced a second finger, and suddenly that stretch in his ass is starting to make him inpatient.
The wet heat, the sensation of those stubby fingers, that mouth on his cock – god, why hadn't he thought of doing this before? With a few more expert bobs of the head, red and spit slicked, Deku's mouth pops off of him, his free hand going on to hold his own impossibly swollen and delectable cock.
"I…. I uh, don't have condoms…" Deku starts, and Katsuki grumbles, feeling his own body grow hot. Jesus Christ, does he have to spell everything out for this dumb motherfucker?
"I don't use them with you, so why.....?" Katsuki trails off, unable to complete the sentence. There is no fucking way on god's green earth is he actually going to ask Deku to ejaculate inside of him.
Eyes glazed, he looks up at Deku. This mischievous glint, the feral smile, his chest lean but muscular, Katsuki feels like he's dissolving in Deku's very grip, and he doesn't mind it even a little bit. Katsuki's heartbeat stutters as, slack mouthed, he watches the other boy slick up his excited cock.
He almost looks tentative, considering Katsuki, with his stupid blush and his stupid legs spread all over like some kind of eager whore, and Katsuki feels so exposed he almost, almost wants to call the whole thing off.
But he doesn't. And oh, thank god he doesn't. Izuku leans forward, throwing Katsuki's legs over his shoulder, and lines himself up. With some quiet muttering that Katsuki almost wishes he heard, Izuku gently, ever so gently, probes at the entrance of his hole. Katsuki tenses immediately, anticipating pain.
"Kacchan… hey, hey… you can trust me…" Deku whispers. His eyes are blown, glazed over, his free hand gently caressing Katsuki's abdomen, and Katsuki feels himself flush. Getting his head in the game, he breathes in deeply, letting his walls relax. Deku takes that as a sign, apparently, and inches forward. Fuck, it aches. Its not so much pain, not really, just a fullness that isn't necessarily uncomfortable. Katsuki closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing.
Fuck, how does Deku do this all the time?
With a jolt, something interesting and hot shoots to Katsuki's stomach, and his own cock bounces in response. … The fuck?
"I'm in, Kacchan…" Deku says. Katsuki opens up his eyes and the sight before him is just… too beautiful for words. Pretty little Deku, his beautiful cockslut Deku, is balls-deep in him, mouth open, spit pooling in the corner of his swollen lips, eyes hooded and dark, hair already somehow matted and sweaty, sticking to his temples. The ripple of the lean muscle on his chest is enticing, and Katsuki watches Deku's Adam's apple bob as he swallows in a few steadying breaths.
"I'm gonna move… okay?" Deku's eyes search Katsuki's and, unable to find any words, he just nods shortly in response.
They exchange heated looks and, without further ado, Deku pulls out and gently, ever so gently, slides the fuck back in.
Well. Katsuki wasn't expecting that. That same hot sensation travels down his arms, into his abdomen, pooling somewhere in his middle. Its not like anything he's felt before, different than the normal building of his orgasm, and he wants to feel more, more of it, wants to drown himself in it. Unfortunately, he's forgotten how to speak, so instead he grips onto Deku's shoulders for dear life and tries to nudge him forward.
Deku, reassured, repeats the movement. Slow, too slow, and then? And then, the angels from above start singing to Katsuki as his wonderful, shy, cute little green nerd anchors himself on his knees, grips Katsuki's thigh, and pounds into him like he's trying to punish him.
His own cock bouncing between them, Katsuki's mouth stays open in a silent moan, the sound of skin-against-skin loud and eager in his ears. His heart beats erratically, and his head is swimming in a pool of electricity and cotton candy. Its even better when, sweaty and short of breath, his Deku leans over him and catches his stupid mouth in a prolonged, wet kiss.
Katsuki has to admit, he gets lost in it. So many different sensations, Deku's mouth and hands and cock all overwhelming him, making him lose control. He releases all coherent thought and lets Deku take care of him, because he knows he will. Because Deku is amazing. He doesn't know how long it lasts, entire body convulsing with excitement, anticipating its own release, before Deku takes the leg he was gripping over his shoulder, kisses his calf gently, then bites into it as his hip sputter senselessly, filling Katsuki to the brim with his seed.
Its so hot, Katsuki nearly cums from the sensation. And then, like four seconds later, actually does, as Deku hurriedly jerks him off, apparently not even taking a goddamn second to relax.
Deku collapses on Katsuki's side, breathing deeply, before seeming to remember something and hurriedly running out of the room.
"Sorry sorry, I should have pulled out…" he murmurs, and Katsuki shuts up his stupid face as he pulls him in, landing a long and languid kiss on his beautiful lips. He smiles as he feels Deku sign out against him, face relaxing.
He lays to his side, and Katsuki is pretty aware that Deku is staring at him.
"What is it, spazz?" he says, not as much malice in his voice as he would like for there to be.
"Kacchan…. I…." Deku bites into his lip, looking down, fingers tracing along his bicep. Katsuki doesn't know what it is about his expression that makes his heart start to race again, but he looks away sharply, holding his breath.
"I'm not gonna pillow talk with you, stupid nerd. Get the fuck off me so I can clean up and go to bed."
Deku's face falls, but he nods, and Katsuki hobbles his way into the bathroom to clean up. He stares at himself in the mirror, at the redness of his chest and neck, the glossiness of his own eyes. He leans over the sink and splashes his face with water. Goddamn it. Goddamn it. He doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to be without Deku. What the fuck. Urgh, he's so fucking pathetic.
"… Kacchan, hey." Deku says, as Katsuki makes his way back into the room, getting ready to lay back down on the floor.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"…. Can you sleep up here with me tonight?" Deku's voice sounds so small, insecure, not at all like he just rammed his cock into Katsuki's ass over and over and over. And, in spite of himself, Katsuki gets up and climbs into bed with Deku, profound tenderness clouding every logical thought he has in his body. He falls asleep to the soft, steady breathing of his green counterpart.
The next morning, Katsuki wakes up with a bruise against that thigh. He finds himself sitting at the dining room table with his dad that evening, slouched a little further than usual, so that the bruise aches.
"You allergic to shirts or something?"
Katsuki glances up. Deku's standing at the precipice of their room, backpack in hand, eyes diverted to just behind Katsuki. The fact that his eyes aren't glued on Katsuki is making rage bubble up in his stomach. He fucking hates how angry not having those green eyes glued to him makes him.
He wasn't even doing anything on purpose. This time. He was just stripping his bed and the rest of his clothes to do laundry, having soaked everything in gallons of sweat from being outside in the summer heat, what with moving Deku's mom's stupid stuff into their house. He kind of just got… lost in the memory. He must have looked like an idiot, staring at his bed, shirt off.
He glances back at Deku, whose face is completely flushed, and he can't resist himself.
"Whatcha staring for, bitch? What, you forget what a real man looks like?"
Deku fidgets with the hem of his T-shirt before walking into the room, throwing his stuff onto his own bed.
"…. You've gotten really big." He says in a tiny voice, and Katsuki's stupid dick actually twitches at it. What the fuck?
"Yeah, well, I'm not fucking sixteen anymore, am I?"
"… I can see that." Heated words, and Katsuki can see Deku's eyes really trail down his body. Something daring ignites in Katsuki's chest, and he stands up a little straighter. Holy shit, compared to him, the nerd is tiny. He can throw that bitch over his shoulder. He has half a mind to.
"Kids, get down here! Family movie night!" Masaru Bakugou calls from downstairs, but Katsuki keeps his eyes pinned to Izuku. Deku shakes his head, like he's finished having a conversation with himself, and without further words, leaves their room and heads downstairs.
Katsuki puts his shirt back on. He takes his time, putting his laundry in the washing machine, getting a glass of water. He doesn't know what fucking movie they're watching, but as soon as he walks past the living room, his dad excitedly waves him forward. The only spot on the couch is between his dad and Izuku, and he's not too afraid to sit between them! There is nothing about being next to that little green bitch that makes Katsuki nervous.
Izuku actually fucking scoots away from him as Katsuki sits down, and instantaneously, he's pissed. What, does he fucking stink or something? What the fuck is wrong with Deku? And why is it so infuriating, and underneath that, maybe a little devastating?
Defiantly, Katsuki grabs the blanket that Deku is covering himself with, forcing the little fuck closer to him. Its his house, its his blanket, and that's his Deku.
Scratch that last thought. Urgh. Fuck. Katsuki's hands are sweating like crazy, and he can't seem to pay attention to the movie. Without thinking much about it, he wipes his hands against his pants. But he feels the back of his hand graze warm skin, and his breathing stops.
They're sitting close enough that Katsuki accidentally just fucking touched Deku's thigh. Katsuki doesn't dare move, just stares, wide-eyed at the movie. Maybe, if he doesn't move, Deku won't notice. He feels the sensation of hair standing up on the back of his hand, and he almost wants to look at Deku, chastise him for getting goosebumps or whatever the fuck.
But Deku doesn't give him a chance. With the urgency of a man who has literally been set on fire, Deku bolts up from the couch, face red, giving his folks some kind of excuse before running back upstairs.
What the fuck? Fuck this. No, Katsuki's serious, getting more and more mad as he watches the screen without really processing what's going on in the movie. The little fuck is avoiding him. He doesn't get to avoid him. Katsuki should be avoiding him.
And yet? Katsuki wants nothing more than to go to their shared bedroom, push the nerd down on his bed and kiss his stupid lips straight off his face.
Urgh. God. What is Katsuki going to do?
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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