Thank you for being patient ^^

Warning: It's the beginning of a smut scene, so NSFW warning!

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The sheets on Bakugou's bed were neatly tucked in; the blanket fresh; the pillows aligned in an orderly fashion. Sprawled on the middle of the bed, was an irritated blonde, staring directly up at the ceiling.

"Fucking idiot…" he mumbled to himself.

He had gone to his room in attempt of clearing his mind, but much to his dismay, it was futile.

Upon closing his eyes, the only image that displayed in his mind was one of the same wide, round eyed, curious gaze Midoriya gave him earlier. It was the same pair of eyes that fixated on him as he changed clothes; the same small but firm hands that plastered themselves onto his chest, searching him over like a deprived puppy. It was the same out-of-character lustful face that flushed in embarrassment upon realization of his actions.

Without hesitation, Bakugou's arms wrapped around himself, tightly grabbed onto, and threw off, his shirt. His hand then defeatedly slid down his abs and into his pants.

'This'll fix it', He thought in annoyance.

His hand began slowly rubbing the tight fabric of his underpants up and down, sighing in defeat.

To Bakugou, masturbation was overrated. It was almost like a chore to him. To his friends, however, it was amazing: they had made it clear that they thought Bakugou was weird for not enjoying it. He clearly remembered the look of distraught on Kaminari's face when he first told them that masturbation wasn't that appealing, and that thinking about girls didn't help him either. Instead, he angrily expressed that focusing on the 'feeling' was the only way to help him get it over and done with.

Bakugou smacked his other hand onto the bed-side table, keeping his busy one moving. Patting around, he searched for the handle, before tugging it to open a drawer. Inside lay an indecent magazine of girls in bikinis and lingerie. He cringed as he scanned the front page; it was given to him by his closest friend Kirishima, who was seriously worried after hearing what Bakugou had to say.

"Ahn…" he moaned quietly, his breathing speeding up.

After pulling it out, his hand started pumping up and down his hard cock.

Bakugou frowned as he began to analyse the magazine in his spare hand. The girls were bent in all sorts of positions, some completely naked. But, as expected, it had no effect on him. In frustration, he tossed it back on the bed side table and closed his eyes.

Without warning, another image of Midoriya immediately flashed into Bakugou's mind. The curly haired boy looked flustered and shy, his face coloured in rosiness and body rigid from fear.

The embarrassed boy's words echoed in Bakugou's head: 'Wait, don't look!'

"A-Ah… fuck…" he let out a groan of pleasure.

The knot in his stomach tightened as his entire body shuddered.

Why the fuck was that appealing...?

He didn't know, and didn't he care. He just wanted to come so this could be all be over with. He couldn't let that shitty nerd get the better of him.

Bakugou's panting became louder. It trembled as he felt another wave of pleasure run over him.

Bakugou was good at many things; but holding himself back was not one of them. If he wanted something, he was set on getting it. And the thought of Midoriya's feely hands rubbing against his chest, being separated by only a thin piece of fabric earlier, made him increasingly angry. It was a complete tease.

Why did it have to be Deku...?

With one hand pumping faster and faster, he allowed his other hand to run over his chest, imitating Midoriya's fingers. This time, he could feel his deep, jittery breathing as he fought back moan after moan.

"Fucking stupid... Deku…" he hissed in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

As his hand jerked up and down, precum continued to emerge and drip down onto his fingers. The hand on his chest tightened, pushing his fingers into his skin.

Seeing that shitty Deku in a state like this; humiliated but still begging for more... Bakugou's mind ran miles ahead, imagining all of the possible scenarios that have gone down. With him at his mercy, he could have made him do anything. How ironic; such a strong, wishful hero, wanting to be completely dominated by another man.

His little green eyes were practically begging to get fucked hard; he could tell.

"…I'm… gonna…" Bakugou gasped, his body starting to twitch involuntarily.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Kacchan?"

Bakugou immediately snapped out of it, eyes springing open and shooting up in bed.

"Kacchan, can I come in?" the voice repeated.

Really? At a time like this?

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

Bakugou hurriedly grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on.

"I'm coming in-" Midoriya declared shakily, giving the other no time to prepare.

He nervously twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Before of him stood a barely dressed, hot blonde with a slight tint of suspiciousness in his eyes. The figure towered over Midoriya; eyes narrowed defensively. His hair seemed slightly different to before and his cheeks a little more colorful...

"Are you ok...?" the innocent looking boy asked, talking a small step towards Bakugou, "Can I come in? I want to apologize..."

Bakugou was furious. He just needed a couple more seconds…

"No," he replied, "Leave,"

Midoriya looked so tiny. So shy but so determined on doing the right thing. How innocent.

He ignored Bakugou's comment, and scooted past him carefully, ensuring they didn't make any physical contact. He had noticed how subtly different Bakugou seemed; not only the bathrobe but also the way he was acting. The room smelled like nitroglycerine. Had he been sweating or something?

"Deku, leave!" He repeated, loud and sternly this time as he hurriedly stomped over to Midoriya, "Just get out, already. I'm busy!"

"No, Kacchan, please! I just really need to apologize for what I did-" his passionate voice froze, mid-sentence.

Directly in front of him sat an open magazine covered in half-clothed women. Besides that was a bed topped with Bakugou's t-shirt and other clothing.

Midoriya gasped audibly. His body was unable to move; his flailing hands quickly retracted to his body.

"I said I'm busy," Bakugo repeated. Unaware, he frowned at the sudden change in behavior, "…The hell's wrong with you?"

At once, Bakugou had realized the situation in hand. He glared at the green haired boy, who had turned back towards him, visibly uneasy. His eyes averted immediately; his face started turning red; his hands began to dance.

Midoriya gulped. It had made sense now; the lack of clothing, the red cheeks, the smell of his sweat, the magazine, the shady expression.

'Oh, God, Why did I walk into Kacchan's room without permission? He's going to kill me!'

"Kacchan, I'm so sorry! I'll come back again another time. I didn't realize you-! Well-! I'm sorry for walking in without permission! It's my fault because I didn't know you'd be-! I mean… Well, I'm sorry for before and that's why I originally came here! I can explain that tomorrow or… later or… Uh," Midoriya babbled, tripping over his words in embarrassment, "I'll be leaving now!"

Bakugou attempted to stay calm, holding his voice low, "Stop acting like this is such a big deal, already. We all do it,"

Midoriya's eyes flew in any direction away from the blonde.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed.

"We all do it. Don't we, shitty nerd?", he repeated.

Midoriya was still unable to move, "W-What? Kacchan, I'm… Well… If you're talking about… that… You can't just ask something like tha-"

"Well I just asked," he interrupted.

Stammering over his words, the emerald haired boy made a break for it, "I'll leave you alone now!" he yelled, beginning to run towards his door.

Still in a midst of arousal, Bakugou had lost the ability to think straight. He wanted Midoriya's answer.

The look on Midoriya's face looked exactly like the one he displayed earlier after being called out for enjoying Bakugou's touch a little too much. Perhaps Midoriya would be even more lost for words if he pushed him just a little further…

A firm hand grasped around the fleeing boy's forearm.

"Ah-!" Midoriya yelped, not expecting the sudden touch.

After processing what had grabbed him, he began twisting and turning in attempt of breaking free. He glanced up at the blonde, who now wore a sadistic smirk. Midoriya's stomach began to jitter; without known reason, his biggest crush had put Midoriya in a situation which he hated to admit that he loved. The tight grasp around his arm felt like a clamp, pulling him back and ordering obedience.

"Deku," Bakugou growled, forcing Midoriya against his wall single-handedly, "I asked politely, now answer me: Does this shitty little nerd jerk off back in his dorm room?"

Midoriya was now face to face with his enemy; completely pinned on the left side against his wall. This was something he had only wished for, for years now.

Of course, he masturbated in his room when he was alone at night! He'd do it in the shower, just imagining the same tight grip on his arm, but this time digging into his waist as hot water ran down his skin. He'd flick through pictures taken by the press of Bakugou drenched in sweat, with the same crazy look in his eyes and grin spread across his face. It was so weirdly sexy to him. He knew that nothing would happen between the two, but it was a fantasy that had become too ignore. He thought about it daily.

Midoriya's averted gaze eventually met Bakugou's, "Of course, I do…", he muttered.

Bakugou's eyes dilated, "What do you think about, dumbass?", he interrogated.

"K-Kacchan, that's not-"

"Shut up!" he interrupted, slamming his other hand on the wall, barely an inch away from Midoriya's head, "Be honest with me. Do you think about me?"

Midoriya was at a loss for words. How did he know? Was it time for him to confess? Were his actions earlier a complete give away? From what he knew, nobody knew his sexuality apart from Uraraka, and even then, she didn't know about his sexual fantasies... Surely Bakugou wasn't doing this out of nowhere. Did Midoriya need to lie, to get out of another hateful screaming session?

The blonde grunted, glaring at Midoriya, who tried to distance himself, only to be met by the solid wall.

"You won't tell me?" he bellowed, before falling silent.

Midoriya winced at the loud noise. He prayed that his expression didn't give away the excitement he was feeling right now. It felt as if his heart was going to burst.

"You think of this, don't you?", Bakugou teased, moving slowly.

At first, the curly haired boy wondered what he had planned. Then, he sharply inhaled after feeling a foreign, touchy object begin to slide up under his t- shirt. The blonde's right hand had begun to search its way around what lie underneath, travelling from underneath Midoriya's bellybutton, up to his chest.

"K-Kacchan…" Midoriya trailed off, unable to form a sentence.

His fingertips trailed up and down again and again, teasing the smaller boy. At every chance, Bakugou lead his touch towards a nipple, barely missed it, and cunningly retracted it away. The touch felt sensitive and burning hot. Midoriya couldn''t help but feel as if he was being toyed with... in the best possible way.

Was Bakugou enjoying this too, or something?

After he had had his fun denying Midoriya the satisfaction, the taller boy yanked the hand out, still using the other to keep Midoriya pinned. Maintaining eye contact, he stuck two fingers into his mouth and pulled them out again; they were covered in glistening split. Bakugou's breathing had become heavier as he slid his hand back under, and now hovered it over the smaller boy's chest, observing his reaction closely.

Midoriya was completely shocked. His eyes were dilated and flickering as if they were begging for more. His cheeks were a dark red, his expression was almost shameful, but also oddly riddled with lust.

Bakugou smirked at Midoriya, "What's wrong?", he asked, dropping his fingers onto the target below, "You want me to stop or something?"

The shot of pleasure ran through Midoriya's body. He was unable to fight a whimper of a moan back from the feeling.

Was he mocking him?

No… was this his way of asking for consent?

Midoriya shook the endlessly running thoughts out of his head, before opening his eyes. Two red orbs started back, watching intently for any subtle reaction. He felt the heat radiating from his face and ears, his neck becoming sweaty.

Bakugou grunted again, "Well…?"

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Author Note

I'm sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger!

I didn't think this chapter would be so long, so I didn't realize I couldn't fit the whole thing in here (OTL)

Next Chapter is coming soon~ ^.^