Chapter 6: A Peek into the Bakugou's Home Life
You know, I haven't done Kacchan's P.O.V. yet in here, have I...? Should I?
Warnings for This Chapter: yaoi (duh; there's been yaoi this entire story), smut, sex toys, punishment, foot play or whatever it's called, oral sex/sucking, dirty talk, spanking, explosions, anal sex, etc.
THE SMUT ENDS WITH DEKU'S P.O.V. (So when Deku's P.O.V. ends, the smut ends.)
One last thing. You CAN skip this chapter if you want, but you might be a little confused later if you do. This also lets you see more Deku-Kacchan interaction. I would suggest that if you don't want to read smut, you search for Kacchan's P.O.V. I'll even bold it for you.
You also get to see Bakugou's mom by the way. I like Bakugou's mom. She's cool. She's not too invasive, but if Bakugou or Izuku ever need support, she's there. She's a good mom. (And if you think otherwise just because of how she talks to Katsuki... uh have you seen Katsuki interact back? I think it's a mutual understanding, how they interact. I think it's their version of fondness... A unique type of mother-son love. It's sweet.)
When we got home, we went straight to Kacchan's room.
"So..." he sat down on his bed, "Do you think you'll be going through puberty soon?"
"I'm not sure... I don't think I've been feeling any different..." I responded.
Although maybe that's because 'feeling different' is fogged by Todoroki-kun constantly trying to duel Kacchan for my ownership rights and everything else...
"Whatever," he unzipped his pants, pulling out his member, "We'll find out eventually. To your knees, Deku." I did as told, kneeling in front of Kacchan. I already knew my instructions, but I also knew to wait 'til I was commanded. "Suck," he grasped my hair, and I lowered my head onto his shaft, taking in his length in full, even though it made me feel the need to gag.
But I'd done this plenty, and I held in the gag, lifting my head and lowering back down. I started an even pace, sucking him down. My hands twitched on my thighs, wanting something to do, but I held them still. Eventually, Kacchan was fully erect, and that was when he yanked me off by my hair, scanning my face with his gaze. I stared back at him, waiting for my next orders.
He stood and looked down on me, "Spread your legs." I did. He abruptly stomped on my c*ck and sneered when I buckled over and gasped immediately at the pressure. I whimpered, quivering, and looked up at Kacchan, my eyes begging. He merely twisted his foot and applied more pressure, and I whined. "I wonder how long it would take for you to cum from this..." he sneered.
He continued to grind his foot against my clothed member, and I continued to whimper and shift uncomfortably. My penis was getting hot and erect, and my pants were starting to feel stuffy.
Eventually, I was nearing my release, and that was when Kacchan took his foot off my c*ck, and I whimpered at the loss. I heard Kacchan's footsteps walk away, and I looked up at him. He was looking through a specific drawer in his bedroom, and I shuddered.
What's he pulling out...?
I waited patiently in my spot by his bed, and he soon found what he was looking for and walked over, hiding the object he'd chosen behind his back. He stood before me.
"Take off your pants and underwear and close your eyes," he ordered, and I did. I felt something being placed over my c*ck, along with something going into my c*ck, and I shuddered. I already knew what he'd chosen. "Open." I opened my eyes to see my c*ck nicely fastened in one of Kacchan's favorite toys. It was completely black, and it had a strap that had a tube attached. The tube was in my penis, effectively stopping me from being able to cum, but for good measure, the toy also had a part to fit on the balls.
Kacchan was sneering down at me with that overly pleased look. He nudged my c*ck with his foot and stepped back.
"Strip fully, Deku." I did as told, ignoring my aching c*ck. "On the bed, on all fours. Shove that sl*tty *ss in the air, Deku," his sneer widened. I crawled onto the bed and leaned my left cheek against the mattress. My breathing was wavered as I thought of what he might do to me now.
It all depended on Kacchan's mood, and that day, I didn't get much time to contemplate.
"ACK!-!" I yelped with a severe flinch, and I heard Kacchan cackling behind me. I quivered, the sting still trying to fade. I whimpered, "Kacchan..."
"Did I say to speak, b*tch?" he slapped me again, on the other butt cheek, and I yelped again, flinching. It was barely not as intense as the last one. "Let's recall all the bad things you did today... You spoke out of turn, desperately, and grabbed me. Twice." As Kacchan spoke, he slid his finger down my butt crack, making me shudder. "I think you've been punished enough for that mistake, with that humiliating foot rub..." He chuckled, "You little sl*t... you got off just by a little rubbing with my foot... Do you have a foot fetish, Deku?"
I breathed out hotly, "A-Anything of yours, Kacchan... Anything of yours can get me... o-off..."
I could practically hear his smirk widen at that, "You dirty, little wh*re... Now, after your little fit over stupid half-and-half... you sobbed after waking up in English-I'm lucky no one f*cking noticed-and wrapped yourself around my leg like a wh*re around a pole..." he slid his hand down around my globe before smacking down hard upon it, making me flinch and shout yet again. Kacchan then violently grabbed my hair and tugged me up by it, making me whimper as he growled in my ear, "You dirty, dirty wh*re... How should I punish you for sobbing like that...?"
He threw me back against the bed, and I looked back at him, panting. My c*ck was twitching. Kacchan just stared at me for a few seconds before putting his hand against the same butt cheek he'd slapped twice. I shuddered, dreading what he would probably do...
Despite my wishes, I felt the explosion right up against my *ss, making me gasp and then scream, writhing in pain. It was followed swiftly by a slap, and I screamed in shock and pain, my back arching. He slapped me again, and again, and again, and I was left sobbing and screaming, a quivering mess. After a while, he finally stopped his onslaught on my right cheek to knead my other cheek before slapping it once. He then grabbed my hair and yanked me up.
He sneered that sneer at me again-that deranged, pleased look-and spoke lustfully, "Oh, Deku, you dirty, little wh*re... You're drooling all over yourself, you masochist... Do you enjoy being spanked that much...?" He dropped my hair, and I continued to quiver on the bed. A finger traced my butt crack before going back up, this time stopping at my hole and teasingly tracing around the muscle. I moaned Kacchan's name, and he poked my hole, catching the rim of it with his finger nail, making me let out a broken moan. "Well, Deku? Do you like being spanked?"
I weakly nodded.
"Do you want me to make your left cheek just as red and swollen as your right cheek...?" he asked, and I whimpered brokenly, shifting. "Was that a yes...?"
I moaned brokenly before replying, "Y-Yes, K-Kacchan..."
And a hand came down hard on my left cheek, an explosion bursting just as it made contact. I screamed louder than before, flinching.
No! No more!-! No-
Kacchan didn't hear my silent pleas, continuing to slap my *ss. Tears leaked from my eyes.
It hurts...! It hurts...!-!
I knew better than to voice my opinion, but I still quivered in pain, gripping the sheets like they were my lifeline. After what seemed like forever, Kacchan finally seemed happy with his work...
"Your *ss is all red, Deku. It'll be all black and blue tomorrow..." he told me, kneading my sore *ss-both cheeks this time. I whimpered brokenly.
Even the slightest touch hurts so much...
He pulled my cheeks apart and took his hands off abruptly, letting them slap against each other, and I moaned brokenly. I whimpered and quivered.
It hurts... It hurts... Ow...
He kneaded my *ss again, and then I felt yet another explosion hit both of my cheeks, and I screamed. He laughed. I felt like hitting my head against a surface a million times over. I felt like maybe rejecting All Might's Quirk was a mistake. I felt like I'd rather die than be Kacchan's play thing...
But then he gripped my cheeks-hard, with his nails digging in-and I was denied the ability to think.
"Are you in pain, Deku...?"
"Yes..." I ground out.
"Good," he replied, "This is a punishment after all..." I felt a liquid run down my butt cheeks.
And then something big poked my hole, and I whimpered, knowing exactly what it was.
Kacchan gave no mercy or patience-he just shoved right in, and I was left screaming as he thrust in and out, in and out, giving me no time to adjust. His grip on my butt was hard, too, although it was starting to shift to my hips for better leverage. At least he wasn't clawing me anymore...
My vision started to blacken at the edges, probably from pain. I should probably be used to this treatment by now, but it still hurts...
Not as much as the first time though, I guess...
It felt like an eternity before Kacchan finally started releasing sounds. He was leaning over me now, his breath hot against my ear. His hands were accidentally sparking on my hips. (He hadn't bothered to learn how not to spark during sex.)
I knew Kacchan. I knew Kacchan. While he would reprimand me for trying to keep quiet, he tried his utmost to keep his sounds to himself. He only starts losing control when he's really close.
Kacchan came easier that day, probably after having been holding it in all day, and after catching his breath, he finally took that cum stopper or whatever off my d*ck. I was splayed across the bed, huffing, with his d*ck still inside me. I whimpered, and he brushed the hair out of my eyes.
"Cum, Deku," he whispered into my ear, "Cum like the dirty sl*t that you are..."
At that, I moaned a broken shout, cumming into the sheets. Kacchan finally took his c*ck out, and I lost consciousness.
{I'm doing Kacchan's P.O.V.}
Kacchan's P.O.V.
Just as I was finally sliding out, the door opened, and I glared at my mom.
"You done yet?" she asked before I could yell at her for opening the door when we were busy. G*dd*mn it, I lock it for a reason, woman!-! I'll unlock it when we're finished! "Dinner's ready."
"Tch. Whatever, old h*g. Get out of my room."
"Not like I want to see you bang my friend's son," she rolled her eyes as she pulled herself off the doorway and strolled out. "You should be more gentle with him, Katsuki.."
"Whatever," I scoffed, picking up my clothes that had been strewn aside and setting them on the bed for easier access. I picked up Deku's shirt and cleaned my c*ck with it. Then I got dressed. (I'll take a shower later.) After that was finished, (I seriously wish Mom would have the decency to close the G*dd*mn door...) I snapped a quick shot of Deku with my phone before cleaning him up. I sneered widely at the sight of his *ss. It looked delectable, and the bruises were already forming... I leaned over and nipped at his ear. He whimpered and shifted in his sleep.
I rolled him over, scrunching my face in disgust at all the cum on my sheets.
Good G*d, he came a lot...
I started cleaning the front of his body with the shirt (which honestly didn't have much room that wasn't cum-stained now), and then I started dressing his sorry *ss. I picked him up and headed to the table for dinner.
Once there, I set Deku in his spot as Mom settled in hers.
"Katsuki..." she groaned, "He's unconscious?-? How is he supposed to eat?"
"Sh*t up, old h*g; I'll wake him up. Oi, Deku, wake the f*ck up, moron," I lightly slapped his cheek. I'm actually pretty tired, and that water at my seat is looking really good right now...
"That's not how you wake someone up, Katsuki," Mom droned.
"Whatever." I slapped him harder, and he yelped awake.
"K-Kacchan? A-Ah, I'm sorry; I lost consci-"
"Yeah, whatever, moron," I snorted, not wanting to listen to his babbling, pathetic apology, "Dinner's ready," I settled down in my seat, taking a drink of my water.
"Ah..." his eyes went to his meal, and he smiled brightly at my mom, "Thank you for the meal, Aunt Mitsuki!"
My mom gave him a small smile in return, "It's nothing, Izuku. If you ever feel like my Katsuki isn't treating you right, you'll tell me, right? I'll give him a real scolding if you need me to!" she grabbed the inwards of her elbow, her other hand in a fist.
Deku laughed nervously, "Ah, uh... o-okay... right... W-Well, that's not needed, so..."
Mom's eyes scanned Deku's, but she let it be.
This happens practically every f*cking day... She knows I don't treat Deku 'right,' according to her standards. She's just waiting for Deku to tell her to step in... If Deku doesn't want her stepping in, she won't.
And Deku's loyal to me.
So he would never ask her to step in...
That G*dd*mn mess with half-and-half only further proves that fact...
Deku is attached to me like a leech, or a dog rather. He wouldn't dare risk leaving me...
But Mom still asks anyway.
Tonight, we had Mom's spicy curry rice. Deku - like a peaceful, little dog - started on his rice. I dug into my curry, mumbling a short thanks. After I'd finished my curry, I glanced at Deku as I took a drink of water. He was finishing up his rice. I pulled his plate over to myself, ignoring the glare from Mom as I dug into Deku's curry. Deku took a drink from his water, not minding.
Of course he doesn't mind. He knows the rules.
I'm a U.A. student, so of course I need more food-energy-than Deku, who just lazes around at my side all day.
Deku understands this. At first, he'd whine or complain subtly from time to time, saying he was hungry, but after about a year, he stopped even mentioning it.
My mom still doesn't like it though. She hates everything about how I treat him. But I don't care.
What I do with my slave is my business. It's a simple rule of society. Mom knows that rule well enough. Deku himself has had it drilled into him from that G*dd*mn High School he went to.
No one can intervene with how one treats his or her slave. Unless you take the slave for your own. Nothing's illegal when it comes to the usage of slaves... They're property after all.
I walked into the kitchen and spotted Deku. I stared at his *ss, which was shaking softly back and forth. A smirk came to my lips as I thought of a devious idea. I snuck up behind him and whispered into his ear, "Deku...!"
He yelped with a jump, and I cackled.
"Cooking today, Deku?" I asked, stepping back and eyeing his *ss. Just under that cloth are bruises that I made myself...
"Ah, yes... I'm making omelet rice."
"With that G*dd*mn blue apron on," I snickered, and he pouted slightly for a second, but he knew better than to speak. I leaned back against the counter, watching him cook. I had bought that baby blue apron for him and demanded he sew on it. I'm not sure exactly what I was thinking, but I must admit, his terrible sewing does crack me up inside every time I see it.
I had ordered him to make it say "Quirkless sl*t." I remember he wasn't thrilled about it, insisting that he'd only sewn a few times in Quirkless High School and ended up with a million cuts in his fingers, but I wouldn't have it. He reluctantly sewed the apron, so now in terrible writing (made with yarn), it says "Quirkless sl*t" across the front. I let him do whatever else he wanted with it, so under the writing, he had added a giant-*ss pocket at the very bottom. Between the writing and the pocket was a terribly drawn green rabbit thing-also having been drawn with yarn.
Maybe I shouldn't say writing and drawn, but I don't really know how that sh*t works, what the specific term is. All I know is that after he sewed that sh*tty apron (which took hours, mind you; he claims he fell asleep at midnight that night), he had a million band-aids on his fingers, a few on his arms, and even one on his face. He wasn't able to use his fingers without whining for a few days after that.
That was only a week or so after him becoming my slave. And the terribly-written words on the front still make me chuckle inside despite having no idea why I even decided to make him do that. It fits him though. Who on this Earth is possibly more of a "Quirkless sl*t" than my very own Deku? No one, that's who.
Deku was plating now, covering both plates in a red sauce. He handed me one of the plates with a small smile, and I walked to the table with my spicy omelet rice.
Deku is my slave.
So he knows practically everything about me, especially how I like my food.
I took a bite after sitting down, pleased with the spiciness that flooded my mouth.
Deku's mom wasn't one for spicy food, unlike me and my mother, but Deku himself was rather immune to spice. He claims he likes a little flare; otherwise, it's too dull. But he barely reacts to something that his mom spits out and drinks a gallon of water to.
He's gotten more used to spice as the years go by since he spends so much time at my house. Back when he was a kid, he'd say he'd rather have a little less of that red sauce, saying it was a little too spicy (while his mother took one bite, spat it out, and rushed to get a drink of water).
Now, he doesn't mind it one bit.
Breakfast was peacefully quiet, filled only with the sound of us chewing. When we headed out, I noticed Deku was limping slightly, but that was normal after a night of f*cking. He hasn't gotten used to being f*cked just yet. Granted, he used to be much worse.
I snorted, remembering.
The first time I banged him, he couldn't even get out of bed the next day. And I only screwed his *ss twice!
"How come you can cook, but you can't sew?" I scoffed, slowing my pace a tad.
"I can only cook simple things, Kacchan..." he fiddled with his fingers, getting the message and starting to keep up with me.
That much was true. Deku only ever cooked simple things. He'd gotten better at cooking; that much was for certain. But he hadn't expanded the list of what he cooks.
"When we get home, I want you to cook me something harder," I told him. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, noticing the look of confusion and contemplation on his face. "Questions?" I allowed him, and his mouth immediately opened to speak.
"Like what, Kacchan?"
Hmmn...
"Well, baking's hard, right? Why don't you try baking something?" I suggested. Some of his confusion turned to determination and more contemplation.
"I hear that baking is quite difficult," he murmured, "I baked cookies once in Quirkless High School, but that was with Eliza, Toma, and Marcus... Toma and I would just follow Eliza's instructions; Eliza and Marcus were amazing at cooking... We did well enough, but could I really do that on my own...?"
"You're going to have to," I demanded, "Bake some cookies when we get home."
"..." he stared at me for a few seconds before furrowing his brows in determination, "All right, Kacchan! I'll do my best!"
I wouldn't expect anything less, moron.
"If you burn them, I'll personally burn your *ss," I told him.
"Eep!" he flinched, his determination being replaced with fear.
Heh. Moron...
So cute and useless.
If anything else, a Quirkless's fear is to be admired. No one can be scared quite like a Quirkless.