Dkbk/ I want this

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

(Bakugou's pov)

As Deku came, I lost control of my own quirk. My explosions started igniting on their own causing mine and Deku's body to jolt in pain.

I hurriedly pulled my mouth away from his cock and detached my hands from his thighs. "Fuck!" I gasped, clenching one wrist in my other hand, just to accidentally blast it.

"Kacchan!" Deku exclaimed, sprinting to me.

"G-get away," I stuttered "I can't stop it."

"It's okay, just breathe. Breathe," he ordered.

He placed his hand on my chest, directing my breaths as he inhaled and exhaled at my pace. Eventually my quirk stopped igniting as frequently, until it stopped igniting at all.

"How.."

"This happens a lot with black whip, I've learned to prevent it or at least slow it down so I don't hurt anyone," he breathed, looking down at me.

That's when I realised he was on top of me, rubbing against my hard on. He also realised, causing his face to flush red.

"Get off," I muttered.

"S-sorry," he stuttered, getting off me and standing up. He headed for the door, about to leave, but before he could, I stopped him.

"Deku, your legs.. are they okay?" I asked, quietly.

He turned around so I could see them. Burn marks in the shape of my handprints marked both his thighs. "Wait outside for a minute," I sighed.

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(Deku's pov)

I have been stood outside Kacchan's room for a couple of minutes now, wondering what he must be doing. However, thinking back to the fact he gets hard every time he blows me, he's probably jerking off right now. 

My body jumped out its skin when I heard a door suddenly swing open. "Alright, get in," Kacchan ordered, holding the door open.

I walked inside to see a first aid kit laid on the floor.

"Sit on the bed," he instructed.

Once I sat down, he took a seat on the floor and reached for the kit.

"Did anyone see you waiting outside?" He asked whilst rummaging through the small box.

"No." I replied.

He continued pulling things out of the box in search of something else till he finally found a compress.

"Give me a minute," he said, getting up and making his way to the bathroom. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, I could hear a tap running so I had an idea of what he was up to.

He came back holding the compress which was now wet, dripping with water. 

He approached me, sitting down in front of me on the floor. He then gently placed a hand on my inner thigh but quickly jolted away.

"Fuck sake," he winced.

"Does it hurt you when you touch me? For me it just tingles, it still feels weird though," I mumbled.

"No it doesn't fucking hurt it just catches me of guard," he growled.

He instead placed the cold compress directly onto the burn mark on my right thigh. "You don't have to do all this," I mumbled.

He didn't give a verbal reply, he just shrugged instead.

As he held the compress to my leg, I notice him closely analysing my scars. "Jesus, how did you get so many so fast?" he asked.

"Recovery girl heals me to the bare minimum these days. She says I should learn from my scars so she doesn't completely heal my injuries," I chuckled.

He smiled slightly.

I gazed at the hand he used to hold the cold compress, noticing a small mark. "You still have that scar from when we were younger? I thought it would've faded away by now," I said, smiling.

He looked down at his own hand, realising what I was referring to.

"Still pissed about that stupid cat biting me after I saved the ungrateful fucker," he snarled, rolling his eyes.

"You're still not over it?" I joked.

"Fuck no," he said, blankly.

Kacchan took the compress and redirected it to my other leg. "I'll give you ointment for the burns," he mumbled.

"You really done have to-"

"I don't care. I'm giving you the ointment," he told me.

I smirked, rolling my eyes.

Even when we were kids and when we got into arguments or fights, he always made sure I was alright in the end. He never admitted it or said sorry but he'd do me favours to make up for it.

Kacchan's never been one for communication. It's hard for him to voice his opinions or get his point across.

In this moment, I can tell he feels bad for hurting me, even though it was out of his control: that's why he's doing this for me.

"You know this wasn't your fault, I'm the one who pushed you," I mumbled.

"Push me? I'm not weak. I can handle it, stupid!" He yelled.

"Does this happen often, losing control of your quirk?" I asked, ignoring his previous response.

"Not really, sometimes it happens when I'm worked up about something. Whenever I'm pissed I always clench my fists and that makes my palms sweat even more. Normally I have complete control over these types of things but recently.. I just can't," he mumbled, looking down at his own hands.

That figures. This whole situation will definitely be a lot for him: having to do these types of things.. with me.

It's unimaginable really. I mean, I was very surprised when he first told me about this all.

"What about you? You said this happens a lot to you with black whip," he also asked.

"It was really scary at first-"

"Heh, pussy," he snorted.

I rolled my eyes and continued "I had just figured out I had a new ability, I started having more visions, I didn't understand what was happening. But, I guess, the more I understood and accepted what was happening, I was able to take back control," I explained.

"Lame," he shrugged.

"Hey! You asked," I whined.

He flicked his fingers at my leg but quickly jumped as soon as he made contact with me. "Shit," he exclaimed, holding his fingers.

I burst out laughing at the fact he made the same mistake twice.

"You better not be laughing at me, Nerd!" He yelled, throwing the cold compress at me.