Dkbk/ I want this

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(3rd person)

After that day in Aizawa's office, Bakugou and Deku continued to meet up for their sexual relations. However, each time they became even more intimate with one another.

Their friendship outside of that sexual relation also bettered. They became more open to each other and even hung out outside of doing sexual activities.

(Deku's pov)

Over these past few weeks, since being locked in Aizawa's office, it's been different. Every time Kacchan blows me, we always jerk off together afterwards. Even if we start it Kacchan's room, he always lets me stay to finish together.

I'm not complaining, I enjoy it. I enjoy spending time with him, being around him, doing these types of things with him.

But.

Sometimes I can't believe this is going so well: the first time I kissed him he avoided me for a week. Now he's the one kissing me.

Not only that, but I don't exactly understand our relationship. We are not enemies anymore but I think we are well above being equals -this is something more. I wouldn't say this is a love type of thing either.

I definitely love Kacchan. I've known my whole life, ever since we were kids. Wether that love is platonically or romantically, I love him.

I know this feeling most definitely will never be returned. As far as I know, Kacchan only sees this as a 'no strings attached' sort of thing. Nothing he does is out of love, it's for pleasure and satisfaction.

So even if he kisses me, it's for nothing else but pleasure.

Anyways, this whole thing came about because he needs me. He doesn't want me. He needs me.

I wouldn't be surprised if he resents me for all of this. Having to be so intimate with someone you don't feel attracted to must suck. However saying that, he seems to enjoy teasing me. He's even started calling me by my actual name, but only when I'm pleasing him.

I'm starting to think he's only doing that to make fun of me. I don't mind though. I love when he calls me Izuku. It reminds me of when we were kids.

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"Izuku," Kacchan mumbled, rubbing his erect cock against mine as I jerked us both off.

"Katsuki," I smiled.

He frowned at the name but his expression suddenly changed when he moaned. "Fuck," he panted as I swirled my finger around his tip.

"Coulda' fucking warned me before doing that," he snarled.

"You're really sensitive here," I giggled, playing with his tip more.

He bit his lip, as if he were biting back his moans.

"I thought everyone was sensitive there," he barely got out without moaning.

"That's true," I hummed.

"So why is it so fucking surprising when I'm sensitive there!" He snapped, grabbing my cock and also began massaging the tip.

He looked down at me, expecting me to moan, but I purposely held back. "Fucking moan dammit," he grunted.

I didn't moan but chuckled in reply. I then circled my thumb over his tip to receive a satisfying sound in response.

"F-fuck off," he breathed, slapping a hand over my mouth. I smirked against it.

Every time we jerk off together, he's always sat on top of me. I think he likes being the more dominant one, despite me almost always taking control after he blows me. I think being on top of me gives him that sense of dominance and I'm alright with that.

This position makes it easy to get off together anyway, so it's a win win situation.

His thighs tightened around my waist as his head dropped forwards onto my chest. I brought my free hand up to his chin, pulling his face up to mine.

He could barely keep his eyes open, he could barely keep them on me: they continued to roll to the back of his head as his mouth slacked open.

I grinned before kissing him. He weakly kissed back but parted from the kiss as he moaned.

"Fuck I'm close," he growled.

"Me too," I winced.

That's when I got an idea. I took my hand away from his face and instead entered two fingers into my mouth. I sucked and swirled my tongue around them until it was coated in my saliva.

I took my fingers out of my mouth and then directed them to Kacchan's. His mouth still remained slacked open which gave me the opportunity to enter it.

I put my fingers in his mouth, gently placing them on his tongue. His eyes widened as he shook on top of me. He moaned against my fingers as cum shot from his cock. I also let myself cum so we could cum together.

(Bakugou's pov)

"Fuck.. that was... intense," I panted, looking down at Deku. He looked up at me, grinning.

"Wipe that look of your face bastard," I ordered, throwing his pants at him.

I got off him, grabbing my own boxers and shorts, pulling them on. As I pulled them on, I caught a glance of something in the mirror.

"Are you kidding me!" I yelled "you marked me nerd!"

"Shh, Kacchan. Someone might hear you," Deku hushed.

"Don't hush me!" I growled.

I stomped closer to the mirror to get a better look. It was bad. A dark red bruise printed on my neck. Even with my school shirt you'd be able to see it, it's too far up. How was I going to cover it?

"Fuck," I groaned.

What were people going to say when they saw it?

"Kacchan," Deku called.

I shot a glare at him, making him jump.

"I-I have concealer. It's not your shade but it will cover it up," he stuttered, holding a small makeup container.

"Why do you have make up?" I snarled, snatching it from him.

"Concealer," he corrected.

"Same thing. Why do you have it?" I asked, opening it.

"To cover some of my scars," he mumbled.

I glanced over at him. He held his hands together, playing with his fingers. Why would he cover his scars? We all have them.

"Why?" I questioned.

"My mum worries about me, all the time. She doesn't know how many scars I actually have, and I don't want her to know. I don't want her to worry about me any more than she already does. I know if she saw the ones on my arms and hands she'd freak out," he replied.

...

"Sometimes scars are a good thing to show. When a scar is healed, it shows you're healing as a person and you're moving on from that incident. In your case, every scar is apart of your experience as a hero. In other words, your scars just show how good of a hero you are, Izuku."