Evil....Maybe Not

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Bakugo's POV:

After a grueling week of patrols and thwarting minor villain attacks, I was finally done and back at school. The early morning hours found me stumbling through the hallways, the sun not yet risen and the birds still silent. By the time I reached my dorm room, fatigue had settled heavily on me. As I opened the door, a wave of omega pheromones hit me like a tidal wave, making me stagger slightly before I managed to reach the bed.

I tossed my bags aside, undressed down to my underwear, and collapsed into the bed. The sweet, candy-like scent filling the room was a stark reminder that Deku was in heat, something I'd completely forgotten. The scent was overwhelming but oddly intoxicating.

Exhaustion quickly claimed me, and I drifted into a deep sleep. In the midst of it, I felt Deku shift beside me, his arms wrapping around my waist. I glanced at the clock—it was 8 AM. With a soft smile, I pulled him closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. We both fell back into a comfortable sleep.

Suddenly, a burst of snickering and a flash of light jolted me awake. I shot up, only to see two of our classmates, Sero and Kami, trying to take a picture of us snuggling. My irritation flared as I scrambled out of bed, inadvertently waking Deku. I chased after Sero, catching him in a dark hallway. He had already passed the phone to Kami, who was nowhere to be found.

With a swift, controlled explosion, I singed Sero's arm, snatching the phone from his grasp. I scrolled through the gallery and found multiple photos of Deku and me. Despite the situation, the images were unexpectedly endearing. I saved them to my phone before deleting everything from Sero's device, ensuring there was no trace left.

"Damn man, chill out," Sero said as I threw the phone back at him.

"You guys decided to mess with me," I snapped.

Kami appeared around the corner, grinning mischievously. "Dude, you were so mad you even woke up your sleeping lover!"

I shot him a glare as he made kissing faces. "Shut up, you idiots," I growled, shoving them away from our dorm room. They waved goodbye and left, their laughter fading down the hall.

I closed the door behind me and turned to Deku, who was leaning against the frame of the doorway, holding up my phone. "Funny how you sent those two pictures they just took to yourself."

A flush of embarrassment crept up my neck. "You gotta stop exposing me like that!" I protested.

Deku smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, maybe you should start with not exposing yourself."

He looked down at my underwear, running his finger teasingly along its edge. His devilish smile sent a shiver down my spine. "It's been a while..." he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow. "Missing it or something?"

Without another word, we closed the distance between us, our lips crashing together in a heated kiss. Deku's legs wrapped around my waist, his arms entwined behind my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I could feel his body pressing against mine, heightening my arousal with each passing second.

I walked us to the bed, laying him down gently with me on top. We quickly shed our remaining clothing, our bodies pressing and rubbing against each other, the friction making us both moan. "I'm about to come," I warned him, but he stopped me with a firm grip. "Put it inside first."

Reaching for the lube in the top drawer, I coated my fingers and then Deku's already slick entrance. The cold sensation made him gasp before it melted into a series of moans. I inserted my fingers one at a time, stretching him slowly. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No," he gasped, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"I'm going to put it in now," I said, my voice low and rough. Deku nodded, giving me the go-ahead. I eased myself inside him, the tightness nearly making me lose control. "So fucking tight," I groaned.

I began to thrust, slowly at first, then building speed as Deku's moans filled the room. His hands clung to my shoulders, his body arching beneath me. "Are you alright?" I asked, my voice strained.

Deku gave me a wicked smile. "Keep going."

I obliged, increasing the pace, each thrust drawing louder moans from both of us. The heat of our bodies and the rhythmic pounding brought us both to the edge. As we neared our climax, Deku called out my name, and I responded with his.

We finished together, our bodies trembling with the release. Exhausted, I flopped to the side, leaving Deku sprawled beside me. Both of us breathed heavily, our bodies glistening with sweat. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, our limbs tangled together.

Deku's POV:

I woke up the next morning feeling sore and worn out. My body ached from the intensity of last night, and my head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain. Kacchan was already up, moving around the room. When he noticed I was awake, he approached with a concerned look.

"Morning. Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft but tinged with the usual edge.

I attempted to sit up, but a sharp pain in my back made me wince. Kacchan went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and an Advil. "Here, take this," he said, handing me the pill. I swallowed it with the water and sank back into the pillows, the relief beginning to ease the headache. I drifted back to sleep, waking up later fully dressed and cleaned up. Despite his rough exterior, Kacchan had a surprisingly caring side.

As I lay there in the quiet of the room, I allowed myself a few moments of silence. The events of last night played in my mind, each moment vivid and raw. The intensity of our connection, the way Kacchan's hands had gripped me, his powerful thrusts—everything was a blur of pleasure and sensation. I was left feeling both exhilarated and sore, the aftershocks of our passion still lingering in my body.

The scent of our mingled pheromones still clung to the sheets, a reminder of how deeply we had connected. My omega senses were still tingling, the aftermath of last night's heat leaving me with a complex mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability. It was a sensation I had grown accustomed to, but it never ceased to affect me deeply.

I rolled over, trying to ease the soreness, and thought about how Kacchan had been so attentive this morning. His rough exterior might hide a softer side, but in moments like these, his concern and care shone through. It was moments like these that made me appreciate him even more, despite the way he often acted.

As I snacked on chips and watched a K-drama, I couldn't help but reflect on the emotional rollercoaster of the night before. The drama on TV seemed almost fitting, an echo of the turbulence I felt inside. Crying at the screen, losing myself in the fictional world, was a way to process the raw emotions still swirling within me.

When Kacchan returned from training and saw the mess I had made, he didn't seem surprised. His question, "What are you doing?" was more bemused than reproachful. I gave him a weak smile and shrugged. 

"Expressing my emotions?" I said, feeling a bit sheepish.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement as he started cleaning up. I joined him, feeling a pang of guilt for the mess and the state I was in. Once everything was tidied up, we cuddled together, enjoying each other's company as we finished watching the series. It was a simple moment, but it felt like a balm for the intensity of the night before.

In the quiet of the room, with Kacchan by my side, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Despite the soreness and the emotional aftermath, there was a comforting familiarity in our routine. It reminded me that, no matter how chaotic things got, we had each other. And that, in itself, was enough to bring me a sense of peace and belonging.

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