Real or fake?

Bakugo was lost in thought when deku came in looking tired.

standing up, he smiled at deku and offered him a hug,

meeting the red eyed man in front of him, his face face lit up and he moved faster to accept the hug,

hugging him tightly he almost forgot the message he saw,

but the familier cologne on his boyfriend eased him back to reality and he winced at the realization that he might have been over reacting a bit,

suddenly felling releaved he smiled and squeezed deku's hand,

still wrapping his arm around his shoulder he led deku to the kitchen and sat him at the small dinning table, Katsuki felt exited to see him and smiled as he dished them both the food he made,

bakugo couldn't bring himself to hate deku even if he wanted to which he definitely didn't want,

I guess to him loving deku felt like it was the moment before the sun breaks over the horizon, when you know it’s coming,

the sky has brightened, and the whole world is starting to morph into color for the first time.

That tiny point in time when you grasp that it’s no longer gray and darkness swirling around you,

but you can distinguish the greens of the forest from the amber tinges to the long grass,

and the clouds take on that ethereal kind of pink glow you only see in paintings.

By right now he felt a tightness in his chest , a feeling not like the anxiety he felt moments ago, he studied deku as he ate wondering if he was wrong or not,

he didn't want to be right ,he wanted to be proven wrong so bad, no matter the embarasment he had to endure,

and he felt ashamed that he had even thought that.

Walking out of the shower in only bakugo's black over sized tee-shirt and boxers,

he dried his curls with a towel and sat on the couch next to his partner and noticed the lack of physical attention he was getting the last few days and he was starting to feel lonely,

breaking the silence he said..

"dinner wasn't to bad, just noticed you were out of it and super zoned out the whole time"

he shuffled closer to bakugo and leaned closer to put a hand on top of his arm rested on the pillow between them,

Bakugo turned to look into deku's eyes and sandwiched him into a hug and said to him word that kept him thinking,

"deku, I need u to be honest with me and I want us to have no secrets between us if im not doing good enough or being a good enough boyfriend just tell me and I'll change, so please, don't ever feel like you can't talk to me, because even felling like there's something you aren't telling me breakes my heart "

letting those words funnel into deku's ear, all he could think was that that word vomit was long over do and there were still so much he had to say but deku beat him to it,

"Katchan, I don't know what this is about but..., I promise I'm being honest and I promise to keep on doing so even if it kills me, I can't lie to you and I know you won't either, so I'm sorry if I seemed dishonest"

The mix of emotions,sent of bodies and clash of confessions felt like a wave crashing against the sand while the wind blew over the water,

Bakugo knew that sitting around assuming things with no evidence was no good for either of them,

he pulled away from izuku slightly just enough to look at his face, but then he noticed that deku was wearing his clothes before putting him back in a tight hug,

deku was wearing his shirt and he always looked cute when he did

"deku?" he asked slowly

"mmm?" He answered against katsuki's shoulder

"are those my boxers"

"mmm-hmm" he replied sleepily

"why?"

" 'cause you've been so distant from me and I miss you " he said while blushing but bakugo didn't need to know that.

"but I'm right here " he said reassuringly while giving him another short squeeze

" I know but you seem so angry lately and don't even touch me anymore and we haven't even kissed today and you know I can't ask you if you aren't in the mood"

"Of course you can, or did you feel you couldn't ?"

though deku sounded sleepy as hell, his words seemed serious and he felt guilty cause he knew deku got shy at times to ask for things like this from him expetialy things like that,

and plus, izuku never made a move first, sober at least,

Katsuki didn't want deku to feel embarrassed and back out of this,

so he kept on hugging him so he could hide his face in the crook of his own neck,

despite him wanting to see him say something like that

Bakugo wanted izuku to say exactly what he wanted, so he took the initiative and ask him

"deku, tell me, what do you want me to do"

"Well for starters, you could kiss me "

wasting no time he pulled back with his hands on izuku's shoulders,

He took a momment just looking at the freckles scattered on deku's blushing cheeks before gliding his hand to the back of deku's neck, he moved in closer and leaned in just enough that their breaths mingled, their lips were inches apart and the tension was thick enough to cut,

Bakugo leans into izuku's neck and wraps his hand around his waist and the other on his thigh and rubbed the inner part upward until deku moaned

He continued by slowly pecking deku's lips but feeling izuku lean in every time he pulled back made him lean in longer, deku gasped when bakugo bit his lower lip and brushed his tounge over it to south the sting.

Katsuki pulled back and stared at deku while he thought, "what am I doing?", " am I sure i believe him?" .

But right now all that was noise and all he wanted was to focus, focus on the reasons he trusted deku, and more importantly for him now, to make deku feel good.

DEKU'S POV

Author: guys trust me I know what I'm doing

What were we talking about again? Sorry, all I’m doing is staring at his lips. Bakugo rolls his eyes, but his smirk states he is pleased with the outcome before kissing me again.

Ah, right, school. We were talking about trust.

But it’s kinda hard to focus on anything when Bakugo has his hands on me. Especially when his fingers massage the skin of my happy trail, teasingly pressing beneath the boxers I'm wearing, but never more. My thighs shake, expecting what’s coming. Yet even when KahchanHis touch is searing hot, it always is.

Years later and I’m still left trembling.

Not that Kahchan is any better. When I take his bottom lip between my teeth, he sucks in a deep breath to hold back a groan before I force my tongue back into his mouth, reminding him I can take control of this situation too, if I really wanted. I am conceding only for the moment!

Bakugo lets out a satisfied groan before I pull away, gasping at the sudden friction coming from his hand rubbing me through my boxers. Never breaking that barrier, only teasing with gentle touches that have me groaning and thrusting my hips in a silent request for more.

“Weren’t we having a serious conversation?” I grunt after the unexpected roll of Kahchan’s hips, sending jolts of pleasure through my electrified veins

Our hips pick up a soft rocking motion. I push back against him while his thighs close around me, keeping our bodies close. The heat between us soars to overwhelming proportions, making me consider if clothes are ever truly necessary between us. Now Bakugo has one hand on my hip, the other still rubs me through my clothes.

“We can still talk,” Bakugo whispers, nipping at my neck, then running his tongue down the hollow of my throat before marking the skin of my shoulder.

“You’re crazy if you think I can talk like this"

Cause how the hell am I meant to talk like this? The only thing that’s talking is my dick, and it’s saying hurry the hell up,

He turns me around so I'm starring up at him

Kahchan chuckles, that cocky, yet frustratingly sexy sound. It’s breathed against the back of my neck.

A shiver runs down my spine. One he feels and so smiles, which I can feel against my neck. Suddenly his breath is cold, but I know it’s because my body is heating up with every little movement.

Is it too hot in here? I think it’s too hot. There’s liquid fire in my veins, hot yet pleasurable, causing my toes to curl. Even more so when Bakugo pushes us forward, so I’m on my hands and knees. My face is flush from feeling his bare chest against mine, but the pleasure coiling in my stomach has taught me it’s better not to question it. Besides, I’ll get my turn.

He turns me back around so he can keep grinding against me.

The soft rock of our hips has turned into a rough grind.

Bakugo breathes heavily. So am I, aroused and desperate. But now his mind has deemed that, yeah, clothes are unnecessary. I shiver when Bakugo pulls away to drop my pants around my knees. What my body has been humming for since the start finally gets what it wants. Quinton’s hand grasps my cock, which throbs almost painfully from the touch. I bite my lip to hold back my moans

whe bakugo’s eager hand moves, a quick and sensual roll of his wrist accompanied by brief kisses to the back of my neck.

White lines my vision with the added stimulation of his hips continuing to grind against me. My legs tremble, feeling him through his pants and knowing what’s about to happen. Once more, my body yearns for both,

pressing back into Bakugo's heat while also thrusting into his hand. The pleasure is too great. My fingers dig into the sheets, knuckles turning white, sweat rolling down my thighs just as I hear familiar rummaging sounds.

A bottle of near empty lube is already on the bed while he grabs a condom from the coffe table.

He hums, rubbing his thumb over the head of my cock. A moan spills over my parted lips, hips shaking, then legs nearly giving out when I feel the familiar cold sensation slipping between my parted cheeks.

Next My entire body shivers when His hand moves once more, only to follow the same pace of his finger thrusting inside me.

"Wand me rough?"

I'll be shy later Right now, I don’t think I’m capable of proper function. Then again, it’s easily arguable I never am, but with Bakugo jerking me off and the now two thrusting fingers continuously abusing the bundle of nerves within me that makes the ecstasy soar, stopping isn’t even an option.

There’s only the familiar feeling of pleasure mixed with embarrassment, invulnerability and affection that used to leave me rattled afterwards. Now it leaves my heart feeling warm. Especially when Bakugo kisses so tenderly at my back or how he nuzzles his head against my own.

He moves his hands faster, enticing more and more pleasure cries from my lips. White lines my vision. I try to voice this to Bakugo, who only curls his fingers, making my arms almost give out as my orgasm slams into me. Bakugo kisses me passionately, likely feeling the call of his name against my parted lips.

It feels good. It always does. Always intense enough to leave me woozy. My body is weak, but I refuse to let my arms give out. My limbs shake, but I still widen my stance when He pulls away. The tearing of the condom wrapper sends a shiver down my spine. The rough hold on my hips tells me to prepare, but my spine still curls and muscles tense at the initial thrust of Bakugo’s hips.

It’s hot. And my breathing is heavy, mixed in with Bakugo’s deep breaths and quiet groans. His fingers dig into my hips. It’s oddly satisfying, a sort of sick pleasure at knowing that even after years our bodies still yearn for the other.

When I make the first move to pull away, Quinton doesn’t hesitate to follow. His hips retreat only to slam back in forcing a low groan of his name out of the back of my throat. Which was definitely what he wanted because that’s the last coherent thing I say. Everything from that point on is a mess of jumbled cries of pleasure and soft grunts as He continuously moves against me.

My body is on autopilot, only knowing the intense heat filling me, sending white hot pleasure through me like all the times before. But it’s just as breathtaking, just as intense, just as great as every time before, because if the bastard wasn’t always perfect, then the world would end.

Sometimes he slows, and my body jerks back to desperately feel him. Other times, he thrusts so hard that I cry out. His hands roam from my hips to my chest,

fingers abusing my chest that I never imagined being sensitive, yet here we are. The pleasure builds, pure ecstasy coursing through me. When Quinton slows his movements again, dragging out our pleasure, I plead, “Harder, harder, Kahchan!”

His next thrust has me reeling. My knuckles actually hurt from how hard I’m gripping the couch and my throat is sore. Which only worsens when Bakugo’s hand reaches forward to grab my cock. Damn it, I’m close, and I dig my hips back to meet Bakugo's powerful thrusts.

He growls, thrusting into me with the rapid movement of his hand. I can’t. I won’t last much longer. Not with Bakugo’s hand teasing my tip or the constant pounding of his hips against mine. But bakugo's desperate too,

thrusts jerking out of rhythm, telling me he’s not far behind, so I push back harder, faster, pushing him deeper. His nails dig into my skin, leaning forward so that his chest is against my back. I know what he wants and so turn to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss just as his hips jerk without a clear rhythm.

And maybe I would have lasted longer if he didn’t breathe a few simple words against my lips, “I love you, deku.”

“I love you too,” I reply before Bakugo forces his tongue between my lips. The heated kiss lasts until we ride out our orgasms, bodies trembling together until we pull apart, breathless and satisfied. Yet somehow I am more embarrassed by bakugo kissing sweetly at my shoulders, like what we just did was nothing compared to the affectionate touch. But, for us, I guess it kind of is.

“You’re heavy,” I grunt, my arms shaking so badly that I’m surprised they’re holding us up.

Bakugo snorts. “Tired, already"

Author: I told you you could trust me*wink*

So this is a long one but I'm glad I did it I had a lot of fun making this chapter and I took a lot of inspo from "wolo" and "speak the truth" those are really good books check them out if you have time or just want a fun read I was so busy that I couldn't release the regular 600 word chapter and comment or like if you want more like this and if you wanna know more about me then visit my YouTube channel @sasha life, I wanna change the name cause there are some others with the also me name but mine has jeakyung as the pfp

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