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His hair stuck to the skin of his forehead, the dew of sweat hot against his skin, breath coming out in heavy pants. Feverish, black tank top sticking to his skin and his thighs damp with something slick in texture, his boxers feeling gross against his skin. “Shit...” He muttered, his hand going to hold his forehead, his palm slipping down and he glared between his fingers towards the door.
Knuckles met the other side of his door in a knock. Sweat dripped from a spiked out lock of hair and jutted out from his forehead, one of the few that wasn't stuck down by sweat. His knees felt weak, his body not working the way he wanted, his stomach filling with a bubbling emptiness that was something more starving than hunger. The knock came again. “Bakugou? Hey buddy, are you coming?” Kirishima asked, concerned since he was normally one of the first out of his dorm room.
Not moving, he opened his mouth to speak but his throat felt strange, dry and taunt. When his voice came out, it didn't sound like him, raspy and higher in pitch which pissed him off. "I'm not...." He gritted his teeth together, heart thumping as blood rushed through his veins. Adrenaline was rushing, blood going to his ears, it was hard to think clearly. He didn't want to be seen like this. "I'm not going, I'm sick." He snapped, sinking back deeper into his room. The light coming in from the bottom of his door brought a sudden thought to his mind. Could Kirishima smell him? A shadow indicated that Kirishima was still there, hovering, he could picture him holding the doorknob in his hand.
Wiping at his forehead, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, a whimper wanting to escape. “I said I'm not going!” He snarled, the bridge of his nose wrinkling, his hands flat against the wall behind him and his nails clawed at the paper. Each breath came out in a puff, it felt as if steam was coming out. Sweat dripped from the spiked out hair again, falling against his lip. “Go!” He snarled out, teeth snapping together as he bit down. The shadow withdrew from his door, Kirishima saying nothing.
Pulling the tank away from his skin, he tiled his head back and met the wall behind him. Teeth bit the inside of his cheek, eye burn as he felt tears swell up. Why was he presenting now and why as this? He asked himself, teeth digging painfully into his cheek, the points threatening to break the skin. Taking the blanket from his bed and pressed it to the space underneath his door, trapping his scent inside, knowing a few of his classmates have presented as alphas.
He felt thirsty, shivering as his wet clothes stuck to his skin, hair plastered down. He didn't know it was possible to be covered in so much sweat, he smelled, his scent thick like fog in the air. It felt weird to be able to taste himself on his tongue as he panted, unable to get enough air through his nose. Bakugou crawled onto the bed, pealing his tank over his head, shivering but burning up. The slick fluid thick on his thighs, he wanted a shower.
That hallow gnawing in his stomach was craving something that he couldn't eat. Need and desire mixing in a confusing blend, want and disgust conflicting. Buring his face into his pillow, his hands took the sheets into his balled up hands, nails clawing through the fabric into his palms. Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut, pretended it was sweat that rolled down his cheeks. "Fuck...fuck." His voice cracked. There was no way he was going to last and it was too late to get a suppressant from Recovery Girl. A heat could last a week at most and he was too far into it now to stop it, he'd have to let it run its course.
Pressing his face deeper into the pillow he tried to force himself to sleep. Everything hurt, his blood boiling, feeling droplets of his sweat roll over his skin, and he was losing water quick. He was so thirsty, his mouth feeling like it was full of sand. Whining he rutted his hips down against the mattress, needing more than this pathetic amount of friction. It was doing nothing to bring him relief if anything it was only making things worse.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed between Kirishima's knocking and the new knock. This one was softer, made by knuckles that didn't have the ability to harden as they rapped against the metal. "Shit." Voice muffled by the pillow, he couldn't raise his voice to yell at them to go. It was too dry, it hurt just to mutter swears underneath his breath.
The hair on his neck and arms stood as the voice spoke. " Kacchan? Are you awake?" Bakugou's head raised from the pillow, his blood feeling noticeably hotter than before. The sweat on his hair dripped from the ends, nostrils flaring as he breathed out. He should have know that Deku would come here, there was no point in asking why Deku would always come. " Kacchan...I brought you bottled water."
Bakugou limps were shaking, he could barely move from the bed. "Deku." He didn't mean to say it and he instantly regretted doing so. The sound of his nickname was all Midoriya needed to turn the knob, Bakugou uncurled from his palms, pushing himself from the mattress, trying to get to the lock in time to turn it. His hands met the cool metal as the door cracked open, a hand holding the door open as he pressed to it. The blanket pushed back as Deku opened the door just an inch.
The scent hit him hard, Bakugou's scent thick and heavy from being trapped in the small room. Bakugou snarled but lowered his hands, allowing that door to push open then shut as Midoriya stepped inside. Bakugou glared at him, of all people to see him like this, he hated, and he loved that it was Deku. Those green eyes kept flicking to him and away. He noticed that Deku was trying to hold his breath, his hands gripping the bottle of water a little too tightly.
A scared hand held the bottle out to him, Midoriya's head looking down at the blanket. "You're probably dehydrated. Kirishima told me...." Midoriya trailed off as Bakugou moved in closer, slamming his hand against the door by his face. Jumping Midoriya backed away and his back bumped against the door. " Kacchan?" The nickname came out as a squeak, such a timid noise, it made him angry to know that it was Deku that presented as an alpha and not him. It didn't seem fair but really he found it hard to care too much about it now.
It was hard to think, hard to focus on what he wanted to focus on. Neither of them moved, each waiting for the other to do something. Midoriya's posture changed, straightening out, eyes meeting Bakugou, no longer trying to keep from holding his breath. There was no break in eye contact as Midoriya twisted the cap of the bottle. He forced it into Bakugou's hand.
Bakugou's thirst was a dull need in comparison to the loud more screaming desire. Teeth ground together, his stupid sense of pride keeping him from saying what it was he wanted. He didn't want to hear himself admit it, choosing to give an angry snarl instead. Midoriya didn't flinch, he didn't so much as blink, his green eyes turning dark and glassy.
Midoriya should have no better than to come here, he should have gone and got Recovery Girl instead. He wanted to help but that was a foolish idea. The scent was so thick in here, it was clouding the part of his brain that was being rational. He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't thought of being in the very situation, daydream about it, but now that he was here he didn't know what to do. It smelled good, so very good. His mouth was watering, he wanted to taste the salt of the bead of sweat rolling down the side of Bakugou's neck. But even more than that, he wanted to bury his teeth into him, mark up the flesh around his scent gland.
At the same time, he didn't want things to be different, they were finally getting along better, he didn't want to take that step that would forever change the relationship they shared. "You never fucking change do you? Don't just stand there." White teeth snapped at him, it apparently being the little push he needed. Lunch break was already over, their classmates would have already noticed he hadn't returned. He didn't care.
He was pushing Bakugou further in, taking claim of his mouth in a toothy kiss. The water bottle falling and spilling as it rolled across the floor. " Kacchan... Kacchan." He breathed out, Bakugou's hand tugging at his shirt. It was like the world was spinning, his wildest dreams coming true, he couldn't stop to think past the feeling of lust. The back of Bakugou's knees his the edge of his mattress, he quickly took hold of Midoriya's waist, bringing him down on top of him as he fell backward.
They stopped kissing as they fell to the mattress, the sheets stained with spots of sweat. Midoriya's hands pushed Bakugou's legs apart, sliding his fingers over the inner part of his thighs. Bakugou. He watched those hands spread the sticky fluid over his skin, before pulling a hand back and licking the tips. The sight made his skin crawl a little, not in a bad sort of way, which was a bit confusing. Those green eyes were looking him over like he was a favorite meal and he was trying to decide which part to eat first. Midoriya was quietly muttering to himself, scanning over thighs, stomach, lingers on his chest, at the scars there. Those eyes met him as if silently asking for permission, softly begging like a dog.
He felt weak at that moment, more than he had when the first waves of the heat hit. Snarling he puffed out, trying to remind him that he could still kick his ass. "Just fucking do it, shitty Deku!" He snapped, baring teeth. There was a part of his brain that instantly regretting giving permission, the tongue working over the scar felt weird. It was wet and smooth, tasting salt as a hand slid up his abs to cup the other peck, thumb working over the nipple.
Shivering he grabbed a fist full of green hair, teeth meeting his bottom lip, trying to keep from moaning. His body was sensitive due to the heat so it was hard to keep quiet. That mouth felt good, it was making him dizzy, sucking along the scar. He could damn near see hearts forming in Midoriya's eyes as they looked back at him, trying to gauge his reaction. Midoriya must have liked the way he looked because he clamped a mouth over the nipple, biting, sucking, marking the skin in a red mark. Those rough scarred up hands felt down his sides, fingers touching him softly, tracing the shape of his ribs as they went down. A whine escaped from between his lips as Midoriya reached lower, getting to the soft part just above his hips. Leaving his chest, Midoriya tongue trailed his skin, finger's looping into the elastic waistband of his boxers. Tugging them down, pulling them to Bakugou's knees before stopping to take the sight in.
The slick fluid was thicker higher up on his thighs, the thinner streaks of it were clear, but the thicker clumps were a milky white. Midoriya's tongue lapped it up, it was sweet on his tongue, the texture almost like honey. Bakugou kicked his leg out, snarling, baring his teeth. Shutting his knees together he sat upright, slipping away from Midoriya's hands. Sweat rolled down the back of his nape, hair stuck to his skin more than before, his chest was heaving in raspy breaths. His heart was beating hard, he could feel it in his ears, the rhythmic pounding felt so loud, he could have sworn Midoriya could hear it.
Midoriya stared at him not surprised by the recoil, he didn't move closer, knowing Bakugou wouldn't let him if he tried. He sat back and put his hands into his lap, tongue licking the corner of his mouth, but other than that he was perfectly still. Bakugou was still growling at him, the noise was weak, his clammy body shivers as the sweat on his body made him cold. When Midoriya tried to come back towards him he snarled and kicked his leg at him again.
Everything was hazy in his head like someone filled his skull with fluffy cotton. Gulping, he avoided Midoriya's eyes, looking down at his own body. His heat was making him feel sick, he was torn between wanting to be touched and wanting to throw him from his room. The thought of Midoriya burying his face between his thighs, drinking him up, made his face turn several shades darker. The blush reached the point of being painful.
It was like playing with fire, he was practically dangling himself in front of a hungry bear while dressed up all pretty as a pot of honey. There were only so many times he could sting the paw reaching for him before he was devoured regardless. He had to remind himself that this fucking nerd was an alpha, even if he didn't always act like it, being a bit shyer than most. Midoriya was defiantly the safest alpha to be alone in a scent filled room. The fact that he wasn't underneath him, a knot already stuck inside his body, was an impressive display of control.
“ Kacchan, do you want me to go?”
The question made his whole body jolt, a whimpering whine escaping as he reached out taking him by the arm. "Don't leave me here like this, don't you fucking dare." He wanted to growl the words, to still show that he was still himself, regardless of being an omega in heat. Yet, his voice betrayed him, cracking as his fingers squeezed.
Midoriya's face looked calm, but his breathing changed, shallow and deep. “I can't help you...unless you let me.” He explained, moving in closer, not being shoved away this time. Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut, tilting his head to the side as his neck was gifted in sweet kisses. Teeth nipped at his ear, the breath hot, making him give a little throaty moan. “I won't do anything you don't want me too. I won't do anything you don't ask me to. I'll be good to you.” He said, affection oozing from his voice, licking over the top of Bakugou's ear.
He was still holding Midoriya's arm, his hand sliding down to grip around his wrist. Looking down, he moved his legs apart as he led the hand between them. Midoriya pulled his face out of his neck to look, those green eyes not hiding anything, big and round in excitement. Using his own fingers over the top of Midoriya's, he showed him the way to his clit. Gasping he pressed his forehead to Midoriya's and pushed against his finger, getting them to rub in a circle. Removing his hand from Midoriya's, he reached to the back of his head, grabbing as much of that mop of green hair as he could.
Climbing into Midoriya's lap, he perked himself up onto his feet. He couldn't even moan as he was kissed, a tongue sliding over his, his hips grinding firmly against the fingers. It was easy to tell that this was something Midoriya has thought about before, the way those hands took their sweet time lovingly exploring the ins and outs. He could see it in the way those eyes stared at him, putting every scar, every mole and freckle (which were few) to memory. How closely he listened to the little noises that escape from between his lips.
Pulling Midoriya's head back he licked the front of his throat, lapping up the bead of sweat that was rolling down. Biting at his jawline, he growled, his thighs shaking, he shivered in disgust as he could feel himself dripping. That need, the hunger that couldn't be fed, it was all that he could think about it. Moaning, he grabbed Midoriya's hand again. "Fuck..." He snarled, pushing the hand away from his clit. Midoriya growled back, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, flashing teeth. Bakugou bared his own teeth, growling back louder. Pushing him down, he held Midoriya to the mattress by his shoulders, sitting on his waist. "You're taking too long. Hurry up and fuck me, Deku." He never thought he would say it, but the demand felt right.
“Do you mean it?”
The question surprised him since he was ripping Midoriya's belt through the loops. “Are you fucking serious?” He asked, undoing the button and yanking the metal tab of the zipper down. He pulled the pants of the school uniform down, taking the underwear down with them. “Of course I mean it, god you're still a nerd aren't you.” He said, too nervous to look down at the erection, but he was close enough to feel it. Midoriya sat himself up onto his elbows, he wanted to see this, he wanted to see Bakugou take him in.
What he didn't expect was Bakugou to back off, to relax his back against the headboard, his tongue licking over his top lip. Midoriya's breath got caught in his throat, forming a large lump in a shocked aroused gasp. His mouth suddenly got dry, eyes going from those beautiful red eyes to the legs spreading apart, and then to the fingers pushing open the labia to reveal his hole.
Bakugou laughed, Midoriya's eyes were looking at him as if he personally had opened up the gates of heaven to him. Midoriya's thought process stopped dead, his brain feeling very empty. His hands took Bakugou's legs as he laid down. “What are you... oh fuck !” Bakugou grabbed Midoriya's hair, pulling his head closer.
Midoriya wrote the words of his claim there with his tongue, holding the inside of Bakugou's thighs to keep from getting his head crushed. With the tip of his tongue, he wrote out his name, tracing the shape of each character, imprinting himself there quietly. He loved the sting of swears that flowed from Bakugou's mouth, the taste of him warm and sweet. The pulling and tugging on his hair hurt but he didn't care, he was hearing angels sing praises. Looking up, he felt drunk, pulling Bakugou closer, burying his face deeper.
Bakugou waist was pulled up, his legs draped over Midoriya's shoulders, his shoulders sinking into a pillow. He covered his mouth, muffling his moans, but even then he was still loud. Teeth bit the inside of his thigh, Midoriya kissing his hips, lips shining with spit and juice. Panting his hand slid from his mouth to cup his own chest, teasing a nipple between his fingers, as Midoriya return to eating him out.
His body was shaking, eyes burning as tears formed. His limbs felt like jello, arousal screaming and clawing at his nerves. Arching against the mattress, he swore again, voice cracking from pleasure. “Fuck me, Deku!” He growled, snapping the demand out in a lust filled haze. Midoriya's tongue licked over him, one last flat swipe of his clit before he pulled back.
The back of his hand wiped the mess away from his mouth but he licked it clean like a cat washing its paw. “Do you want me to put it in you? Say it, Kacchan, please.” He purred, licking his fingers. Bakugou's hole was already so wet from the natural fluid his body produced while in heat as well as his saliva. He traced around the hole, teasing with the idea of entering, smirking at how Bakugou twitched and attempted to move so he would slip in. “Please...Kacchan. Just tell me what part of me you want. My fingers? My tongue? Or....”
Bakugou covered Midoriya's mouth, his face so very red with blush. There was pulsing coming from between his legs, one that fingers just weren't good enough to satisfy. "Are you a sadist or some shit? Who are you to try to get me to beg for your cock?" He growled but wavered as Midoriya's strong hands flipped him over onto his stomach. One hand holding the back of his neck as the other traced over his spine before stopping between his shoulders.
"So...my cock then?" Midoriya's voice sounded different, for the first time, he actually spoke to him like an alpha. That made him pause, hips raising before he could think against it. Midoriya's hips ground against him, the cock sliding over his pussy, the head bumping firmly against his clit. Moaning he pressed his face to the pillow, teeth biting into the cotton casing around it. "Say it." Midoriya snarling, in a tone that Bakugou found himself weak too.
Quietly, he muttered into the pillow, teeth still biting into the fabric. The hand holding him down by his neck, loosened until it released him. Raising his head he glared behind him, pressing his hips back. Midoriya was looking at him differently now, he felt himself start to sweat again. "Just give it to me! Stop fucking toying with me, I want you to fuck me!" He snarled in a last-ditch attempt to show he was still a dominant force. Midoriya already knew this, knew that his childhood friend wasn't going to be a stereotypical omega. So kissed him, taking his cock and holding it loosely in his palm. Kissing the back of Bakugou's neck, he pushed into him, hissing through his teeth.
It was so hot, he was melting into it, dissolving into a messy puddle. “Kacchan! Kacchan!” He moaned, hips thrusting forward, plunging his full length in on instinctive impulse. Reaching around he took Bakugou's jaw in his hand, turning his head to the side so he could bite at his neck.
Rolling his shoulder Bakugou, swiped a hand at him. "No marking!" He snapped, eyes narrow in a glare. Whining Midoriya, licked along his jaw, nuzzling into his shoulder. Bakugou moaned as those hips pumped into him slower but rougher, Midoriya's voice begging the same word over and over. Please. It was annoying enough it made him considered changing his mind, but he had the very vivid image of himself in his hero gear, a big glaring mark exposed. Breathless he shook his head. “Not yet.”
Not yet. The simple answer he gave to hold him over only added a log to the fire. Midoriya forming a fist in his hair, fucking him roughly enough to get a cracked cry out of him. Those eyes were glued to every reaction, as he figured out everything, all the spots that made him totally lose his head. Bakugou realized, as drool was running down his chin, throat painful raw from his heat fueled moans and cries. He realized that Midoriya was trying to screw his way into getting him to beg for that marking bite.
Bakugou instinctively craved the bite just as much as he had craved to be dicked down. Pushing Midoriya off of him, his body angry at how hallow it felt now. Breathing heavily, glassy eyes, and unsure of what he was trying to accomplish, Bakugou turned onto his back. Handprints were already bruised at his waist, that borrowed quirk doing a number on him. Seeing the bruises was enough to calm Midoriya down, realizing he had hurt him a little unintentionally. Bakugou could see the swell of the beginning of a knot.
They were both young, they barely even started, and already they're time was drawing close. “Deku, I won't let you mark me this time.” He told him, eyes remaining on his cock, before looking up. Those eyes of his were so damn pretty, how he hated they made his heart flutter. Curling a finger he motioned him closer, kissing him, biting at his lips and his tongue. His nails dug into Midoriya's shoulder, his other hand clawing at a thigh. “Instead of marking me...why don't you just knot me instead?”
The bit of composure Midoriya regained was lost in an instant, allowing the painful tug of claws, leaving behind red angry lines, pulling him back to meet the body under him. His hands massaged Bakugou's chest, treating the surgery scares like holy scripture, rubbing along them softly. Pumping into him, teeth clenching together to keep from biting, he groaned. "Kacchan...it feels so good. You're so good, so tight." He whined, hips rolling with no rhythm or technique.
Bakugou moaned, arching into him, feeling the tug at his entrance, it pulled out. With a yelp, his nails breaking the skin on Midoriya's back. The spark of pain made his vision flash white, the knot pushing back into him. This time despite the grinding of Midoriya's hips, pathetic whimpering, the knot remained inside. Tired and Bakugou's hands slipped down, falling onto the mattress, nails stained light pink with blood. Midoriya laid on top of him, petting back blond hair as he tried to regain his breath. Bakugou wasn't sure if he came out not, his body feeling like it was covered in static, clit throbbing, belly full warm with hot liquid.
He felt so much better now, his heat no longer torturing him. He found himself smirking as his neck was peppered in affectionate kisses. “Not bad, shitty nerd.” He teased and they moved against one another, getting more comfortable since they were going to be stuck here awhile. Forehead to forehead, noses touching together.
The next day was awkward, Bakugou was given an emergency suppressant, one that could be taken during a heat, which he didn't know existed. Midoriya never returning back to class was the only clue everyone needed to figure out what happened. As an end result they were lectured together by Recovery Girl, who processed to berate them, giving them a lecture on safe sex and the works. Recovery Girl wasn't the only one to lecture them, All Might also awkwardly tried giving them a talk. Bakugou held his face, wanting to scream and cry each time he had to hear All Might say 'sex'. Midoriya mentally checked out after the safe sex lecture.