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All Came From a Crumpled Note
🕑 Added 2020-04-20 01:20:47 +0000 UTCTerm 3b Fic Poll Winner! Which is incredibly late but is also 9k more than normal fic poll winners! :D I got immensely carried away with this one OTL The winning theme was BKDK + Possessive Bakugo and out of that came...1920s Private Detectives and Bakugo fucking Midoriya in the office
......idk, y'all. It's 10k and I like it -shrugs- Hope you do too!
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That was the sixth cigarette in a row that Kacchan had smoked in the past hour. It was already worrisome when he so much as stuck one of those foul smelling sticks between his lips. That alone was a blaring warning bell that there was a match just centimeters away from the tip of his very short fuse. Midoriya had only seen him actually smoke once: at the climax of a brutal murder case that the both of them had put countless hours into to give the prosecutor the best chance to put the sick fuck in prison, only for the bastard to get off with a slap on the wrist. One smoked cigarette and a destroyed office later, Midoriya had sincerely hoped he would never see Kacchan light up on of those damned things again. There’d been a couple of times since then that he’s stuck one between his lips but a match hadn’t gotten anywhere near the end. Needless to say, sitting opposite of him in their tiny office, the desk fan noisily rotating on its spot next to Midoriya’s desk, ruffling his hair and the papers spread out in front of him whenever it turned his way, sneaking glances at Kacchan every other second to watch the cigarette burn closer and closer to his lips, was not conducive to a good work ethic.
If Kacchan noticed the dense tension that hung over them, he didn’t say anything. He hadn’t spoken since they got back from speaking with one of the witnesses for the case they were currently working. Pretty thing, gave some great information without any trouble. Wouldn’t really talk to Kacchan but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Kacchan had no tact when it came to interviewing witnesses – if they stumbled or hesitated, he was at the end of his leash, barking at them without a second thought. Which was why interviewing, for the most part, was Midoriya’s job. If they were dealing with tougher bastards, that was when the mad dog was released. This girl, though, she had been eager to talk…to Midoriya, at least. Though, it had quickly became evident that while she did want to talk, what she wanted to say wasn’t about the case. Rather, a significant amount of her attention was on Midoriya himself.
Midoriya stuck the eraser of his pencil between his teeth, chewing on it lightly. It might sound like he was bragging but he wasn’t new to people flirting with him. He didn’t take any of it seriously, mostly because the majority of it occurred while he was working, and when Kacchan was with him. In comparison to Kacchan, who, despite his constant scowling, was even more gorgeous than any finely polished star in the big pictures, Midoriya was almost painfully plain. He was a regular ole PB&J while Kacchan was the priciest cut of meat in an upscale restaurant. Midoriya’s gaze once again flickered over to Kacchan’s side of the room. His sixth cigarette was halfway through. A mass of ash clung to the end, ready to fall at any moment. His bright red eyes stared down at his desk, hard and annoyed. Save for his usually unbecoming expression, he really was terribly handsome – masculine features, a perfectly unruly poof of ash blond hair, tall with a muscular build and a strong, unyielding gaze. If he didn’t open his mouth, he had people flirting with him left and right.
Which made it all the more suspicious when people flirted with him while Kacchan was around. Usually, he shrugged it off – smiled and kept questioning but this time around, it had been a little different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it…just something about it felt sincere. Strange, but he supposed some people liked the plainer ones? He was flattered, really…also wholly uninterested. He was also relatively sure that the girl flirting with him was the reason why Kacchan was so pissed. It was a conclusion he came to via a method of elimination.
Considering that interviewing that girl was the only thing they had done today and Kacchan’s sour mood had started right after they finished up with the interview, he couldn’t entirely rule out that something she or Midoriya did had severely ticked him off. Problem was…it didn’t make a fucking lick of sense. Kacchan had never cared about people flirting with him before. Hell, Midoriya had had significantly prettier girls flirt with him without so much as a blink from Kacchan. The most that came from him in response was some teasing. He never seemed to care so if this was the case, why had this time annoyed him this much?
Midoriya sighed, tapping the tip of his pencil against the page. Maybe he was just imagining things. There had to be something else going on that he didn’t know about. He wasn’t privy to every single thing going on in Kacchan’s life so it wasn’t farfetched to think that maybe he got some bad news from home or someone else had pissed him off. Midoriya nodded to himself. Yeah, that had to be what it was. There was something else going on that he didn’t know about.
Had nothing to go with the pretty girl in the coffee shop who sneakily slipped Midoriya a note that had the time she got off work and a quickly scribbled note that said to meet her at Cotton Foot, a local club that probably wouldn’t like having a detective wandering around the premises. The note was currently tucked into the file on this case…just in case. Past experiences had taught him to never take these sort of things lightly. He had no intention on meeting her there. Rather, his night was going to be spent right where he was, pouring over the course details until his eyes felt like they were going to fall out of his skull. As for Kacchan, he was sure he had the same plans, which meant he had several more hours of this tension. Midoriya sighed again, scrubbing a hand over his face.
He was tempted to just ask Kacchan’s problem was but again, experience had taught him that doing so was a bad idea. Better to just let him be and suffer in silence. Midoriya pushed a hand through his hair. He needed some more coffee. Pushing his chair back with a painfully loud squeal, Midoriya got to his feet. Might get some food while he was at it. Stepping around his desk, he hesitated for a moment then asked, “I’m going to get some coffee. You want some?”
Unsurprisingly, Kacchan didn’t respond. He just kept staring at his desk. Taking that as response enough, Midoriya nodded, took a step then stopped when Kacchan abruptly spoke.
“Where are you going to get coffee from?” Kacchan’s voice was oddly flat. Something about the way he spoke instantly put Midoriya on edge.
“From the coffee pot in the kitchen.” Midoriya replied slowly, confused as to where else he’d get it.
Kacchan slowly blinked, then glanced over at him out of the corner of his eye. The hairs on the back of Midoriya’s neck stood straight up. His earlier assumption that something else was going on outside of the office was dashed right in that moment. Kacchan was furious, and that fury was, at least, partially directed at him. Knowing full well how dangerous Kacchan could be when pissed off this much, Midoriya’s first instinct was to untangle himself from this situation. Offering a strained smile, he quickly asked again, “Do you want a cup?”
“Where’s the note?” Kacchan asked in that same flat, cold voice.
“Huh?”
“The note. The one that whore gave you. Where is it?”
Midoriya’s jaw fell open a little. That…that was language that Kacchan didn’t use, even when he was so mad, he could easily crush someone’s skull. He didn’t refer to women like that. Mitsuki, his Mother, would skin him alive if she heard him talking like that. Did…did that mean that all this rage really was because she had been flirting with Midoriya? That…that didn’t make any sense! He never cared before so why was it such a big deal now? Was it because Kacchan was attracted to her?! Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t rule that possibility out. He didn’t actually know Kacchan’s type so it was possible that she was someone he was interested in. Was he mad because she had been more interested in him? Even as those thoughts were racing through his mind, he couldn’t believe them. That wasn’t Kacchan. He could not conceive of that being something that Kacchan, of all people, would get upset over. So…then why? Too startled by the sudden bizarre turn in this chain of events, Midoriya dumbly said, “It’s in the file.”
“Why?” Kacchan’s brows lowered. His fingers dug into the prominent curve of his upper arms. The tension hanging over them thickened to the consistency of muddy slush. Suddenly, their small office was even hotter. The sound of the rotating blades of the fan was annoyingly loud. There was so much conveyed in that one punched out word that Midoriya couldn’t register exactly what was being asked for a few moments. All he could do was stare stupidly into those blazing red eyes, trying desperately to figure out just what in the fuck was going on.
“I don’t understand.” Was all he could eventually manage to say.
“Why did you put that fucking thing in the fucking file?!” Kacchan roared, hurling himself to his feet. He slammed his hands down onto the desk, causing the papers spread out across the top to go fluttering back. Teeth bared in a snarl, his bright eyes blazing with a fiery rage, Kacchan settled a piercing glare on him. There were two bright splotches of scarlet in Kacchan’s cheeks. The rest of his face was the same hue of fresh paper. Fat droplets of sweat stood out prominently on his smooth forehead.
Mouth hanging open, his eyes bulging, Midoriya said stupidly, “It might be important to the case.”
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Kacchan snarled, stepping out from behind his desk to stalk towards Midoriya.
Those burning red eyes held him captive. His heart beat wildly inside his chest, slamming hard against his spine and ribcage. Instinct was sternly telling him to run. Kacchan didn’t hesitate to direct aggression his way. There was hardly a day that went by that didn’t involve some sort of threat or light physical violence – never anything worse than a slight whack on the back of the head. It was something that he got used to over the years, mostly because there was never genuine fury behind it. This, though…this was very different. This was a rage he’d never experienced being directed at him before. Didn’t help that he still had no idea why Kacchan was this inexplicably furious. Did he expect him to believe that? Why wouldn’t he? Midoriya didn’t have any reason to lie to him!
Kacchan stopped directly in front of him, close enough that their chests were nearly touching. He lashed out to grab hold of Midoriya’s jaw in a painfully tight grip. Midoriya yelped in alarm. His hands flew up to grab hold of Kacchan’s arm with the intent to pull it away. Before he could, Kacchan lunged down, shoving his face into Midoriya’s. He tried to jerk away but Kacchan’s grip tightened even further. Blunt nails dug into his skin. His jaw groaned in protest. Sharp pain radiated through his cheeks. Grunting low in his throat, Midoriya slammed a hand against Kacchan’s chest, hoping to be able to shove him off balance so he could wrench free. It was like hitting a brick wall. He was shocked his hand didn’t break. Kacchan barely even registered that he’d hit him.
Still snarling, a hellfire of rage burning in his bright red eyes, Kacchan said in a disconcertingly low, cold voice, “I asked you a question. Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“What’re you-?!” Midoriya choked out. As much as he wanted to keep struggling, he wasn’t in the kind of position to do so. He knew full well that Kacchan could easily break his jaw. Considering how much pressure he was already exerting, it didn’t feel wrong to think he was only seconds away from doing so. Panic thundered through his veins. Underneath that howling siren, there was a tiny prick of anger. This wasn’t how fucking adults had conversations! Shifting his weight back towards the heels of his feet, Midoriya did a masterful job of keeping his voice calm as he said, “Let me go. Whatever issue you have, we’ll talk to out like-“
“Planning on fucking her?”
Midoriya blinked. That was so out of left field, it caused his brain to stall. Gawking up at Kacchan, a fresh flush of heat pouring into his already blazing face, fully aware (and mortified) of how red his face had to be, Midoriya tried to say something in response but couldn’t make his tongue move. An icy, sneering smirk stretched across his face. He pushed in even closer, running the tip of his nose over the curve of Midoriya’s cheek. Their chests pressed flush together. Scalding heat began to seep through his shirt, coating his skin in a heavy layer of warmth. Midoriya shivered, despite his best efforts to stay still. His heart did a funny leap that made him jerk a little. He instinctively tried to take a step back but it was no use, he was trapped. With Kacchan so close, every labored breath he pulled in was laced with Kacchan’s scent. Underneath the stench of cigarettes was his natural scent: a bitter sweetness that, as always, made his head spin a little.
Kacchan brought his lips to Midoriya’s ear. Hot breath puffed against his skin as he slowly exhaled. Kacchan’s other hand landed on his hip, loosely curled into the thin material of his immaculately ironed shirt and gave it a tug, pulling out the fabric that’d been tucked into his pants. His large, hot hand slipped underneath the well hemmed edge, pressing flat against the small of Midoriya’s back. A jolt raced through his body. His eyes widened. The muscles in the base of his back tensed up. From that one spot where Kacchan’s skin was pressed to his, an intense tingling heat began to spread out. The erratic rhythm of his heart took on a whole new level of franticness, slamming so hard against his ribs, he could feel every beat throughout his entire body. What…what was this? Why was Kacchan-?!
“What’re you-“ Midoriya began to say, frozen from the shock of what this bizarre situation was evolving into. Was this all some kind of joke? Was he being tricked? His sputtering mind struggled to spit out some kind of reason as to why Kacchan was acting like this but the sparse ideas he could find were quickly disregarding as being either impossible or foolish.
“Did you see how she was practically spreading her legs on the counter and decided she was desperate enough to take your virginity, huh?” Kacchan rasped in his ear, his hand inching down closer to the hem of his trousers.
Midoriya sputtered indignantly. A fresh wave of embarrassment rolled through him, followed by a fresh spark of anger. Okay, it didn’t matter why this was happening. He wasn’t going to just stand there and let it continue. If Kacchan had a problem, then they would talk about it after he had calmed the fuck down. Putting one foot behind him, Midoriya reached down to grab hold of Kacchan’s wrist. Before Kacchan had time to react it, he twisted his wrist while giving it a sharp yank. At the same time, he shoved his weight backwards, meaning to throw Kacchan’s balance off so that he could slip free. It was a move that would’ve worked on a perp but for Kacchan, who was just as experienced in this line of work, it ended up being a pitiful failure. In one smooth, graceful move, Kacchan grabbed both of Midoriya’s arms, swung him around while pinning his arms to his back and slammed him down onto his desk. The impact knocked all the air out of his lungs. Gasping harshly, black spots swimming in front of his vision, Midoriya planted his feet flat on the floor and tried to shove upwards. Another fruitless attempt – Kacchan easily held him down. Heat pressed to his back. Panting raggedly, he brought his mouth back to his ear.
“Or maybe she saw how easy you are and thought you’d be fun to mess with.” He said quietly, his voice as hard and tight as his grip on his wrists, “Whore like her probably gets off on wrapping morons like you around her little finger. She took one look at you, one look at this fucking face,” one of Kacchan’s large hands moved up to curl tightly around his jaw, wrenching his head up, “and knew you were the kind of pathetic putz who’d fall right in line.”
“Wha-?” Midoriya gasped. The fear was coming back in full force. No matter how much force he pushed back against Kacchan, it didn’t do any good. He was in a vulnerable position with no idea what Kacchan wanted from him. This one-sided conversation…no…no, that wasn’t the right word. This was a constant barrage of accusations, none of which made any sense. Midoriya frantically looked around, trying to find something that, if he could just wiggle one of his hands free, he could use as a weapon. The only thing close enough was a pen without a nib, rendering it useless to him. Swallowing hard, doing his best to ignore the frantic pace of his heart, Midoriya struggled to control his breathing. Panicking right now would be the worst thing in the world to do. He was already at a disadvantage – if he wanted to break free of this, he was going to have to play it smart.
“All she had to do was bat her eyelashes, smile and you were caught, hook, line and sinker.” Kacchan slowly straightened up, his hand slipping away from Midoriya’s jaw. The tips of his fingers trailed down the slope of his neck, along the curve of his shoulder and followed the line of his spine down to where his hands were pinned to the base of his back. The dense silence that hung over them proved even more terrifying that anything Kacchan had said. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. The storm wasn’t on the horizon anymore. It wasn’t an ominous black cloud marring the distance. No…now, it was directly over him, ready to rain hell down onto him. It was getting to the point that Midoriya was seriously beginning to consider screaming for help or pleading with Kacchan to start thinking clearly. Before he could do either, Kacchan leaned down to press a soft, wet kiss to the nape of his neck. A hard shiver raced down his spine. His breath caught in his throat. What…what the fuck was going on here?! Why was-?!
“Too bad for her.” Kacchan murmured, nuzzling the back of his neck, “You already belong to someone else. And this someone else-”
Midoriya let out a sharp yelp of alarm when something thick and smooth was wrapped tightly around his wrists. Before he had time to react, he was yanked backwards, thrown off the desk with enough force to send him flying to the floor. He landed hard on his butt, his back banging against his desk. He cried out in pain. There was no time to try to escape during the brief few seconds he was no longer underneath Kacchan’s pressure. A powerful hand grabbed hold of his hair, wrenching his head back. The grin was long gone from Kacchan’s face. He stared down at Midoriya with a cold, hard expression that made his gut clench. Without taking his gaze off Midoriya’s face, Kacchan reached down to the front of his trousers. The sound of him pulling down his zipper was excruciatingly loud. Mouth hanging open, Midoriya could only watch numbly as Kacchan tugged open his pants, revealing the stark white of his briefs. He slipped a hand inside to pull out his half-hard cock. His mind had been largely silent up until that point. There was a brief moment of lag where he couldn’t conceptualize what exactly was happening then Kacchan’s cock twitched and visibly began to get even harder.
“Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Midoriya squealed at the top of his lungs, wrenching backwards, which only succeeded in him banging the back of his head against his desk. WHA-WHY WAS KACCHAN’S COCK OUT?! WHY HAD HE PULLED THAT OUT?!
Still maintaining that calm, cold expression, Kacchan said in a low, dangerous tone, “This someone is going to teach you what happens when you are stupid enough to dare look at anyone else.”
“Bak-!” Midoriya started to cry out, frantically struggling against his own, only for his words to be cut off when Kacchan surged forward, bringing the head of his half-hard cock to his stupidly open mouth. A loud squeal rippled out of his throat. His eyes bulged. The thick mass of Kacchan’s cock slid between his lips. An intensely salty flavor spread over his tongue. Grunting low in his throat, Kacchan wrenched his head closer at the same time he was thrusting forward. In one smooth motion, the entirety of his cock sunk deep into his mouth. It was barely halfway in before it slipped past the back of his mouth to shove its way into his throat. Midoriya gagged hard, his stomach lurching. Tears sprung up to his eyes, blurring his vision. His nose smooshed into a dense mass of pubic hair. Despite only being half-hard, Kacchan’s cock was still so big, it stretched his jaw to his limit. His mouth was stuffed completely full of his twitching length. Drool poured down his throat, soaking into the collar of his shirt. His head began to spin from the lack of oxygen. His lungs began to seize and burn as he desperately tried to breath around the invading mass.
Strong, sweaty hands clamped down on the sides of his head, holding him firmly in place. There came a low, snarling grunt from above him, followed by Kacchan sliding back just so the head of his cock was nestled on Midoriya’s tongue. Midoriya frantically sucked in a lungful of air. There was the briefest moment when he thought that going this far had finally brought Kacchan to his senses but before that hope even had time to solidify itself in his mind, Kacchan breathed out harshly and slammed forward, ramming his cock back down into Midoriya’s throat. He began to rapidly pump his hips, keeping the majority of his dick buried inside of his mouth. Midoriya squealed loudly around it. His hands curled into tight fists. It hurt…his throat was already beginning to burn. He was starting to feel dizzy. Kacchan’s thick, heavy cock glided across his tongue. Prominent veins scraped across the interior of his cheeks and the delicate linings of his throat. Loud, lewd wet sounds filled the room, drowning out the sound of the noisy desk fan. Pants, moans and gasps rained down from above him, piercing through the fog quickly dominating his mind.
This…this degrading, humiliating act…it was mortifying but why…why was he getting so turned on? Pulses of tingling, distracting pleasure rolled out from the base of his belly. Between his legs was a throbbing ache of rampaging need. Hard…he was getting hard. The more Kacchan brutally fucked his mouth, the more the uncomfortableness, the despicableness of his act began to fade, and the hotter his body became. His head began to swim for an entirely different reason. He…he could feel how wet he was becoming down there. With a jolt, he realized that he was fully erect. There was the briefest pang of shame but it was drowned out when Kacchan abruptly clamped down on the back of his head, drawing him in even closer. His face was smooshed to his pubic bone. Inside his mouth, his cock swelled up even bigger. There came a gasping, choking moan from above him, followed by a torrent of scalding hot fluid pouring down his throat. With Kacchan’s cock buried so deep inside his mouth, he had no choice other than to swallow. Midoriya shuddered as that intense heat rolled down into his belly. His cock twitched eagerly inside the confines of his now thoroughly saturated underwear.
“I…Iz…Izuku…” Kacchan gasped as he weakly pumped his hips, clamping down tightly onto Midoriya’s head.
A wild, screeching bolt of radiant heat pierced up from his crotch, sending an electric storms of tingles racing through his body. His eyes widened. His…his name…he…he had never heard Kacchan say his first name. Why…why was hearing him say it like that making him feel so good? What…what was wrong with him? He shouldn’t…he shouldn’t be feeling this way but his mind was going blank. He found himself clumsily sucking on Kacchan’s length as the last drips of his orgasm slid down his throat. Panting heavily, Kacchan shoved him back against the desk, pushing in even closer. Midoriya whined, shuddering as, somehow, that immense rod pushed down even deeper into his throat. Kacchan curled his hand tightly into Midoriya’s fluffy hair. Letting out a shuddering breath, he started to move again but his thrusts were longer, harder. Every time he pulled back, his cock almost slipped out of Midoriya’s mouth. When he slammed forward, his heavy balls whacked against Midoriya’s chin. The dense, golden fog that had been spreading throughout his mind was now almost coating it. Through that pleasant color came the tiniest voice of reason, howling at him to do something other than just sit there and take this.
He and Kacchan were friends! They’d been friends for years! What…what was with this sudden change? Did Kacchan hate him? The thought sent a sickening wash of cold rolling through his stomach. He…he didn’t want to be hated by Kacchan. He just didn’t understand what he had done wrong! He honestly hadn’t intended to follow through on that girl’s offer. The note was only in the file in case he needed it later so why…why was Kacchan doing this? What had he meant by him belonging to someone else? Ah…it was no use. If he couldn’t make sense of anything before, he certainly couldn’t do it now. The pleasure, the want that was gnawing away at him was becoming so big, he could no longer even fathom of ignoring it. His cock was beginning to hurt from being confined. The heat, the pressure, the tingling pleasure was building up steadily in the base of his belly, pressing hard against the back of his penis. There was a heaviness in his balls that he knew meant one thing…cumming…he was going to cum. Just having his mouth fucked like this was going to make him cum…
At that realization, he was assaulted with a terrible conflict: on one hand, he wanted desperately to cum. This built up pleasure and heat was starting to become unbearable. He wanted some kind of release, of relief. On the other, this…this was getting out of hand. He was on the ground, having his mouth fucked by his best friend! This shouldn’t be how this…whatever it was played out! If they couldn’t talk about this like rational adults, then wasn’t that an indication that they needed to take a serious look at themselves?! He…he needed to get a hold of himself. He needed to put a stop to this! He needed to-!
Suddenly, Kacchan yanked his cock out of his mouth, leaving him gasping wetly. He wrenched Midoriya’s head back. Their eyes met. All of the thoughts of bringing this to a stop, to ending this right here vanished with a poof from his mind. A powerful shiver wracked his body. His eyes widened. His breath came wheezing out from between his drenched, parted lips. Bright red eyes, blazing with an unabashed, naked want, stared down at him, hungrily devouring his submissive state. Kacchan’s face was flushed a deep, brilliant red. Looking at him, Midoriya was seized by an intense relief that he wasn’t the only one being affected by this. On Kacchan’s face was a blatant expression of dazed lust. Audibly swallowing, his adams apple noticeably bobbing, Kacchan curled his fingers more tightly into Midoriya’s hair. He curled his other hand around his still rock hard, sopping wet cock and began to rapidly jerk himself off. Violent heat crashed into Midoriya’s face. Those bright red eyes stared unashamedly at him as he stroked his cock. Dizzing heat swamped him. He wanted to look away but couldn’t bring himself to do so. Within a few strokes, Kacchan’s muscular body shuddered. He let out a choked growl and came, splattering thick ropes of cum all over Midoriya’s face.
There…there was no disgust, no horror as the sticky heat clung to his skin. Rather…this inexplicable heat blazed even hotter. Panting raggedly, his eyes heavy lidded, Midoriya hazily watched as Kacchan brought the tip of his cock to his mouth. A small, pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Those bright red eyes sparked and beamed with a radiant, overwhelming lust. He bumped the head of his cock against Midoriya’s lip, smearing cum all over them. An intensely masculine smell surrounded him. Every time he inhaled, he could feel it coursing through him. His cock twitched impatiently, straining up against the front of his trousers in a desperate plea to be paid attention to. Bad…this was bad…if this kept going, the chance that he would be able to stop it were going to fade entirely! He needed to regain control. He needed to do something!
“Don’t keep me waiting…” Kacchan rasped, lightly smacking his still erect cock against Midoriya’s cum drenched cheek. The corner of his mouth curled up into a teasing smirk. How much he was enjoying this was evident in every inch of his expression. Dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, those bright eyes burning, he said, “Clean me up.”
Now that he was being given a chance, he needed to say something, to do something to stop this. His mouth slowly opened to say…something, he wasn’t certain what just yet but instead of calmly asking Kacchan to untie him, to move back and away so his scent, his heat would stop driving him crazy, Midoriya took Kacchan’s still erect member between his lips. He pushed down halfway, shuddering as the smooth skin slid over his tongue. A fresh, erratic bolt of pleasure pierced through his body. In the back of his mind, that exasperated voice of reason shrieked the obvious question: what the fuck was he doing? Why was he just going along with this?! Didn’t he just tell himself that he needed to stop this before it went even further?! Why…why was he sucking on Kacchan’s penis?! He rubbed his tongue against the underside of his cock, swallowing down the last remnants of Kacchan’s orgasm. Kacchan’s cock twitched inside the confines of his mouth. His heart fluttered wildly inside his chest. He tugged weakly on the binds holding his wrist, desperate to touch himself. There came a soft, pleased chuckle from above him. Kacchan brushed his fingers through his sweaty hair then slid down to his jaw, loosely wrapping his calloused digits around his drool drenched chin. He tilted his head back so Midoriya was looking up into those hazy red eyes.
“See, isn’t this better?” Kacchan cooed, stroking his thumb over Midoriya’s cheek. “Nothing that woman could do would ever make you feel like this. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good so don’t even think about anyone other than me. Got it?”
His brows knit together over a confused gaze. Since Kacchan’s hold on his jaw was so light, he could easily move back, allowing his still erect cock to bounce free from his mouth. A strand of saliva kept them momentarily connected before breaking in the middle. Swallowing down the remainder of his overwhelmingly delicious taste, Midoriya gasped, “Wha…what are you talking about?”
Kacchan’s grin faded a little. The haze in his eyes dissipated, replaced with a cautious sharpness. His fingers curled tighter around Midoriya’s chin, “Do you still not get it?”
Midoriya slowly blinked. No…no, he really didn’t. He didn’t understand any of this! The voice of reason was rousing itself from underneath the heavy, golden fog drenching his mind, reminding him that this situation was fucking bizarre. He had just been forced to suck off one of his closest friends (and had enjoyed more than he probably should’ve) – shouldn’t he be questioning this more? Shouldn’t he be trying to get Kacchan to explain clearly just what the fuck he was talking about, instead of just assuming that Midoriya got what he was trying to say? Tilting his head slightly, Midoriya hesitated for a moment then cautiously ventured, “Get it, Kacchan?”
The moment those words were out of his mouth, he knew he had just made a massive mistake. The corner of Kacchan’s eyebrow twitched. All the heat, the lust was gone from his face in an instant, replaced by a blatant agitation. Blowing out a hard breath through his nose, his mouth turned down in a furious frown, Kacchan scrubbed a hand over his face. His other hand curled into a tight fist. The atmosphere in the room suddenly got colder, tenser. Midoriya’s thoughts began to race again. Goddamn, why was it whenever he opened his mouth, he only managed to make this worse?! He just didn’t understand! It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t! Kacchan was continuing to explain anything to him – how could he get it if he didn’t bother to tell him?!
“You are a fucking moron.” Kacchan snarled, dropping his hand away. Exhaling harshly, Kacchan gave his head a sharp shake, his lips curling into a hard, furious grin. The unusually sharp points of his canines peeked out, practically glinting in the bright sunlight filling up the room, “Guess I’m just going to have to keep at it until you finally get it through your thick fucking skull.”
“Huh?” Midoriya squeaked, his eyes widening. He offered a small, shaky smile, looking up at Kacchan with panicky confusion. Okay, bad! Bad! This kept going in the wrong direction! Why was it so hard to convince Kacchan to just back down for a few moments?! Sure, he knew that Kacchan was somebody who punched first and asked questions later but he wasn’t a suspect! He was his friend! Shouldn’t they be able to just talk?! And what did he mean by keeping going? He…he couldn’t mean that he was going to make Midoriya blow him again, could he? “What’re you talking about, Kacchan? Come on, untie me so we can talk abo-!”
Before he could finish his desperate declaration, Kacchan grabbed him by the arm, yanking him up off the floor. Still wearing that snarling grin, he threw Midoriya down onto his desk, sending papers and pens flying everywhere. Gasping sharply at the impact, Midoriya lifted his leg to aim a kick at Kacchan’s midsection. If he wasn’t going to listen to reason, then Midoriya had no choice than to use force! Grin fading, his gaze becoming hard and unyielding once more, Kacchan easily caught hold of his ankle, using his loss of balance to shove him further back. Pushing himself between his legs, using his large mass to keep them open, Kacchan grabbed the front of his trousers and yanked hard, easily tearing the fabric open, revealing the stark white of his underwear. Midoriya yelped shrilly, his eyes bulging. He tried to scoot backwards but Kacchan’s large, hot hands took hold of his hips, yanking him back into place. Frowning severely, rage blazing in his bright red eyes, Kacchan tore down Midoriya’s pants, easily yanking them right over his shoes, leaving him only wearing his underwear and disheveled shirt.
Despite all the panic and alarm, he was still embarrassingly hard. At the sight of his very obvious erection, some of the anger faded from Kacchan’s face. His lips curled into a teasing grin. A sharp gasp rippled out of Midoriya when one of those big, hot hands gently squeezed his cock through his underwear. His hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding against that calloused palm. Kacchan chuckled, a low, pleased sound that made Midoriya’s heart thrum. Leaning down to bring his face close to Midoriya’s, the tip of his nose brushing over his cheek, Kacchan began to gently rub and fondle his cock. Sharp bursts of pleasure radiated out from where those talented fingers were squeezing him with just the right amount of force. Midoriya’s head spun. His mouth hung open, harsh pants tumbling free from his lips. This…this was bad…he was just touching him through his underwear and it already felt incredibly good! Precum poured out of the slit, soaking through the fabric. His cock twitched and throbbed in the loose hold of Kacchan’s hand. He could feel his resistance starting to fade once more, suffocated underneath the incredible heat.
“You really telling me you don’t get it?” Kacchan rasped, dragging his tongue along the curve of Midoriya’s cheek, making him tremble as tingling spread out across his skin. “Even when you’re this excited from just sucking me off?”
“K-Kacchan…” Midoriya whimpered, trying to stop himself from grinding against his palm but failing miserably. Fuck…what was wrong with him? Why was he feeling all of this so strongly?! Sure, he was a virgin who had never been touched like this before, and was fairly sensitive down there but this was reaching a level of ridiculousness. He shouldn’t be feeling this much! It shouldn’t be feeling this good! His sluggish mind struggled to put everything together, to find some kind of answer why but as soon as he was making some semblance of progress towards actually getting his thoughts together, Kacchan’s large hand slid up, trailing the tips of his fingers along his underwear, to the hem. With a small smile, he hooked his fingers underneath the hem, yanking it down. Midoriya’s sopping wet, rigid cock eagerly bounced out. Midoriya let out a sharp yelp, his eyes widening. His…his dick! His dick was out in the open! Kacchan was staring at his penis!
“Oho…” Kacchan breathed, the red in his cheeks deepening even further. A lusty haze filled his gaze. Swallowing audibly, he slid down, crouching down between Midoriya’s legs, his face barely an inch from his twitching cock, “Never would’ve expected that you were hiding something so cute. No one else but me has seen you like this, right,” a strangled wail rippled out of Midoriya’s throat when Kacchan leaned forward to drag his tongue up the shaft of his cock, “Deku?”
“Who…who would’ve-!” Midoriya choked out, his head spinning. Bad-! Bad-! This was really bad-! If this kept going, he really wasn’t going to be able to stop it-!
“That girl from the café, for one.” Kacchan commented lightly, curling one of his large hands around Midoriya’s cock and giving it a hard pump, pulling an embarrassingly loud moan out of him. His hips bucked, driving his cock through the tight ring of Kacchan’s fingers. Fuck…fuck, fuck, he had barely touched him but he already felt like he was gonna cum! He was already so turned on from sucking him off that he couldn’t find the energy to stand strong against this!
“Don’t-!” Midoriya gasped, “Don’t be stupid-! I wasn’t-!”
“You really are dense.” Kacchan sighed, giving him an irritated look, “But…there is something comforting in that. Dumbass like you wouldn’t catch onto how many people wouldn’t hesitate to devour you if given a chance even if they were forcing their tongue down your throat.”
“What’re you-!” Kacchan quickened the pace of his hand, stroking him off with a firm, determined force. Throwing his head back, his legs violently trembling, humiliatingly wet moans pouring out of his gasping mouth, Midoriya lasted only a couple of strokes before he was cumming, his hips arching up off the desk as thick ropes of jizz poured out of his cock, splattering all over Kacchan’s hand. Laughing low in his throat, a pleased expression on his flushed face, Kacchan bent moved in close to smooth his tongue all over his cock, cleaning up all traces of his orgasm. Panting raggedly, his chest heaving, head spinning with feverish heat, Midoriya whimpered. Too much-! Too much stimulation-! His cock was too sensitive right now!
“Still…you’re so cute…” Kacchan murmured, rubbing Midoriya’s still rigid cock against his cheek. When he glanced back up at Midoriya, there was a quiet giddiness lacing through his expression that made his heart gallop. C-Cute?! That…that was something he never expected to hear from Kacchan-! It…it made him feel oddly…tingly and breathless to hear him call him such a thing. His confusion deepened even further, both at Kacchan calling him that and his own reaction to it. Chuckling, Kacchan trailed a line of wet, open mouthed kisses down his cock, stopping at the base to suck gently, giving his balls a playful squeeze. Moving down even further, he lapped at his balls, taking one into his mouth and sucking lightly. Panting heavily, sweat rolling into his eyes, making them sting, Midoriya dizzily stared down at the bobbing fluff of hair between his legs, his mind plummeting down into that now familiar golden fog. Bad…bad…it felt so good…it felt so incredibly good! Kacchan’s mouth on his cock, his balls – his hands, his breath, his tongue…everything was making him feel so good! He…he couldn’t think straight. This was ten times more intense than just sucking him off! Despite having just cum, he already felt like he was going to again!
“And you’re all mine…” Kacchan whispered against the interior of his thigh, nipping lightly at the smooth, sensitive skin, “Got that, you piece of shit?”
“Ka-!”
Large, hot hands slipped underneath his legs, easily pushing them up. Warm breath brushed along the curve of his ass. A jolt raced up his spine when Kacchan took one of the plump globes into his hand, spreading him open to expose his virgin hole. Midoriya was given just enough time to question what in the hell Kacchan was going to do now before every thought was wiped from his mind by the sensation of a hot, nimble tongue pressing to his hole. A harsh wail wrenched itself out of his throat. Midoriya tried to sit up but had no leverage in his current position. Since he couldn’t get away like that, he tried to wriggle away, only to have a growling Kacchan stand up, hook his hands underneath his knees and push him up until his legs were dangling uselessly over his head. That position was a hundred times worse because now…his envision filled up with the sight of Kacchan leaning down to press his tongue to his hole. Those bright eyes stared down at him as he lapped and licked across the puckered edges, thoroughly coating his skin in a heavy layer of saliva.
“Kacchan!” Midoriya cried out desperately, his heart hammering away wildly, “Stop! It’s dirty! Don’t touch me the-!”
Grinning slightly, Kacchan spread him open even wider, pressing the tip of his tongue to his twitching hole. With a sharp exhale, he pushed his tongue inside, easily slipping past the tight ring of muscle. A shudder wracked his body. There was a fresh, harsh burst of vibrant pleasure from the pit of his belly, coursing out through the rest of him in a massive wave. Midoriya’s head thumped back against the desk, his eyes stretched open wide. Inside-! Kacchan’s-! Kacchan’s tongue was inside him! That nimble, talented muscle rubbed playfully against the interior walls, sending out blast after blast of electric pleasure. Precum poured out of his cock, splattering all over his rumpled shirt. His legs trembled and shook. His toes and fingers curled as moaned and gasped and panted, squirming underneath that strange but incredibly amazing sensation of having his ass played with. Staring hazily up into that flushed, handsome face, Midoriya wanted to ask why. Why was he doing this? Why was he calling him ‘cute’ and saying he was his? That…that was something you said to a lover! Not a friend! Kacchan…Kacchan didn’t lo…love him…did he?
Midoriya went still. All the breath whooshed out of his lungs in one loud wheeze. He blinked hard. Was…was that why Kacchan was so upset about all of this? Did he see that girl in the coffee shop as competition and lost his temper because he thought Midoriya was going to take her up on the offer to see each other after work? But…that…that didn’t make any sense! There…there hadn’t been any indication up till this point that he had any kind of feelings for him! Then again, it was embarrassing to admit but he…he could be really dense about these sort of things. It had taken him years to figure out when someone was flirting with him. There were some cases when it was blatantly obvious; subtler cases took him longer to figure out. Had…had Kacchan been obvious all this time and he just hadn’t noticed?! Midoriya fought against the haze hanging over his brain to try to pinpoint some examples but it was no good – with Kacchan’s tongue swirling around in his ass, coaxing him to stretch and soften, he couldn’t get his thoughts together! He…he didn’t have a choice…even though he knew there was a high chance that it would piss Kacchan off, the only way for him to know for sure was to ask.
“K…Kacchan…” Midoriya panted, swallowing hard. Those bright red eyes flickered up to gaze into his face. The corner of his broad lips curled into a pleased smile. Kacchan slipped his tongue out of his drenched ass, dragging it across his lower lip with a contented hum. Somehow…the sight of him standing over him, so obviously turned on and enjoying every moment of this only served to pour more gasoline on the fire blazing inside him. Midoriya hesitated then cautiously ventured, “Do…do you like me…?”
For a second, it looked Kacchan was going to blow a gasket. A vein violently pulsed in his temple. The chords in his next stood out to the point that Midoriya was shocked they didn’t burst. His face contorted into one of sheer rage, a bright spark of fury igniting in his bright eyes then, just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. His expression collapsed into one of exasperation annoyance…with the tiniest hint of relief. Midoriya, who had been bracing for the storms to end all storms, relaxed a little as he studied Kacchan’s face. He…he had been right, huh? Kacchan…the moody, aggressive, loud mouthed, easily infuriated Kacchan liked him. For some reason, that realization made him rather…happy. Was he relieved as well? Yes, after thinking about it for a moment, he was. Midoriya slowly blinked, lowering his head slightly. Huh? He was happy, relieved, excited and…something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Weightless? Breathless? It was so strange…he had never felt a warmth inside him like this before.
Shoving a hand through his thick hair, he let out a harsh sigh, shaking his head slightly. Glaring at Midoriya, he growled, “It seriously took me putting my tongue in your ass for you to figure that out?!”
Sputtering indignantly, Midoriya squawked, “Don’t phrase it like that! Besides, it’s not like you’re one to talk! Why couldn’t you have just told me instead of doing all of that?!”
“Because you’re a fucking moron!” Kacchan roared in response, slamming a hand down beside Midoriya’s head, causing him to jump a little, his bright red eyes once again blazing with fury, “I could’ve screamed it in your face and you would’ve misunderstood me! That’s just how dumb you are! This was the only way to get the fact that you’re mine, that you’ve always been and will always be mine through that thick fucking skull!”
“That’s-!” Midoriya started to protest but Kacchan dropped his hips back down to the desk with a loud thump.
Lunging down, he brought his face close to Midoriya’s, his mouth pressed into a thin line. That expression clearly said ‘do not argue with me; it will not end well for you’. Midoriya thought about it for a moment, really weighed his options then opted to remain quiet. Not exactly the way he wanted to handle this conversation but it was better than nothing. Not to mention, it would be hard to make his case when it was highly likely that he had been just an enormous dunce, missing all of the cues and hints Kacchan had been making in the past. Still, this wasn’t something he could just swallow like that. He needed a little time to adjust to all this. Kacchan…liked him…he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Kacchan…how long had he wanted to do this with him? How long had he been harboring these feelings for him? A million questions piled up at the back of his tongue, effectively silencing him. All he could do was stare up into those bright red eyes. After a few moments, Kacchan’s gaze softened. The corners of his lips curled up once more into a small smile. Leaning in close, he pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to Midoriya’s lips. Midoriya jumped a little, his eyes fluttering closed. In his panic before, he hadn’t realized…Kacchan’s lips felt so good on his. Kissing him was so nice…his lips were smooth, firm and glided perfectly over his own.
“You’re mine.” Kacchan murmured against his lips, “You got that?”
“Ka…” Midoriya started to say, only to be cut off when Kacchan pushed in for another kiss – this one firmer, stronger, more determined and possessive. He pushed his hot tongue deep into his mouth, swiping it over the roof and the interior of his cheeks. That same dizzying sweetness spread over his taste buds, taking what he had been meaning to say and hurling it out the metaphorical window. He was so distracted by the kiss that he didn’t notice Kacchan’s large hands sliding up underneath his knees once more. He only became aware of their change in position when something very big, very hard and very hot bumped against his entrance. His eyes flew open. He jerked away from the kiss with a startled gasp, only for Kacchan to grab hold of his jaw, jerking him back into place, smashing their lips together once more in a rough, possessive kiss. That ruby red swam in his teary vision. Kacchan offering a small smirk was the only warning he got before he slammed his hips forward, driving his thick, fat cock deep inside him.
A bolt of pleasure, more intense, more overwhelming than anything he had experienced before burst out from the base of his hips, encouraged on to grow bigger and louder as his ass firmly nestled against Kacchan’s pubic bone. His cock trembled violently. His mouth stretched open in a wailing howl. He came with a hard tremble, his hips straining up to grind against Kacchan. Thick strands of white poured out of his cock, splattering all over the both of them. The ecstasy was brutal – slamming into him with enough force to leave him seeing double. Kacchan didn’t relent or show any mercy; never slowing or pausing as he relentlessly pounded into Midoriya’s twitching hole. The thick length scraped over the interior of his ass, sending out shockwaves of pleasure. He was buried so deeply inside him, he could feel the heat piercing into his belly. He was stuffed so incredibly full! Stretched to a limit that he didn’t know could feel this incredible! The heat, the pressure, the friction – all of it was nearly too much for him to take!
Squealing into Kacchan’s mouth, his hips bucking in time with his hard thrusts, the pleasure from his orgasm growing and growing until he felt as though he might crack from the sheer pressure of it, Midoriya made no attempt to detangle himself from the kiss. Good…good, good, fuck, it felt so fucking good! Kacchan’s cock inside him felt so good-! His ass felt like it was melting! His body was burning up from the inside out with a bursting, golden fire! Cumming…cumming, cumming, even though he’d just came, he was going to cum again! Growling low in his throat, Kacchan abruptly pulled back, breaking the kiss with a sharp gasp. Before Deku had time to complain, he was flipped over onto his stomach. Two strong, hot hands grabbed hold of his waist, wrenching it up into the air. His cheek pressed to the smooth top of the desk. Kacchan quickly resumed pace, slamming into him with enough force to send him jolting forward with every impact of their bodies. Their small office filled up with loud, lewd wet sounds that, if he had been a little less overwhelmed by pleasure, would have been humiliating to hear. With Kacchan’s cock messing him up so deep inside, he could barely even pay attention to them.
Hot breath brushed over his ear as Kacchan leaned down. His sweaty chest pressed flush against his back. Midoriya moaned, his fingers curling into the loose material of Kacchan’s shirt. He dragged his tongue along the shell of his ear, earning himself a hard shudder. Curling one hand underneath the line of his jaw, Kacchan lifted his head up, pressing a kiss to his sweaty, scalding hot cheek. Midoriya whimpered, turning his head to try to entice Kacchan to kiss him. To his delight, Kacchan chuckled and gleefully did as he wanted, pushing in even closer to capture his mouth in another rough kiss. He eagerly pushed into it, wishing not for the first time that his hands were untied. He…he wanted to touch Kacchan too! He didn’t want to just be lying underneath him!
“Why did you have that girl’s note?” Kacchan asked quietly, those bright red eyes, now glazed over with want and lust, searching his face.
It took him a moment to register what he was talking about. Sucking in a shaky breath, Midoriya said, “I…I got in trouble last time…a witness requested me to meet them after work. She…she made a complaint. Nothing was filed or reported on so I…I got in trouble…Was just trying to avoid that…”
Kacchan blinked, opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He stared at Midoriya for a moment then sighed heavily, dropping his head into the curve of his shoulder.
“That’s all?” Kacchan asked, his voice muffled.
“Y-Yeah…” Midoriya said, then paused before adding, “I…I wasn’t gonna…it didn’t even cross my mind…”
“Well yeah,” Kacchan said gruffly, straightening up, “you sure as shit weren’t.”
He glared down at Midoriya without any real heat, pointing a thumb at himself, “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who can kiss you, touch you, hold you…” Kacchan was silent for a moment then in one quick motion, untied Midoriya’s hands and rolled him back over onto his back. Midoriya moved without thought, placing his hands on Kacchan’s broad shoulders to draw him in even closer. He pushed up, pressing his lips to Kacchan’s in a clumsy kiss. It felt good…really good to be the one to initiate. Emboldened by that pleasant feeling, he slid his hands down the powerful muscles of Kacchan’s back until he found the flimsy hem of his shirt, slipping up underneath it to drag his blunt fingernails along the hot, sweaty skin. More…more…he wanted to touch him even more! To his disappointment, Kacchan pulled away, straightening up as he dragged a thumb over his lips. It didn’t hang around for long – not with Kacchan looking at him with a teasing, smirking grin that seemed almost to say ‘about time you got with the picture’. Trembling underneath those bright red eyes, Midoriya reached out to him again, only for him to catch his wrists. He jerked back, nervous that he was about to be tied up again.
“Say it.” Kacchan rasped, his voice a low rumble.
“Huh?”
“Say that you’re mine.” The tips of Kacchan’s fingers trailed down his chest, stopping at where it was bunched up around his stomach. His grin grew even wider as he playfully pushed up underneath the hem, mimicking Midoriya’s earlier actions. A shiver raced through his body as those warm fingers gently, lightly stroked his overheated skin. Not…not enough…that teasing touch wasn’t nearly enough! He…he wanted Kacchan to touch him even more. It was evident by the gleam in those bright red eyes that Kacchan wasn’t going to do anything else unless he said it. Midoriya hesitated for a moment – he didn’t want to say something just to make Kacchan move. Staring up into that flushed, handsome face, Midoriya didn’t have to think for long. In all honesty, he still couldn’t wrap his head around this but…there was no denying that Kacchan had it bad for him, and him…well, he didn’t mind at all the thought of being Kacchan’s. In fact, didn’t the thought alone make him feel a little like he had grown wings?
Swallowing hard, his heart fluttering wildly inside his chest, Midoriya breathed in deep, braced himself then said in a shaky voice, “I’m yours.”
That was what Kacchan had wanted it to say…but it quickly came apparent that he either hadn’t expected him to actually say it or hadn’t really prepared to hear it. Watching him turn redder and redder, his expression morphing into one of shocked fluster, Midoriya was surprised that a puff of steam didn’t burst out of the top of his head. He blinked slowly, his mouth hanging open slightly. C…cute…Kacchan was so…cute-! Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Kacchan turned away, scrubbing a hand over his mouth.
“Fucking asshole.” He growled, “You trying to piss me off?”
“You told me to say it!”
“You didn’t have to say it with that kind of look on your face!”
“Hah?!” Midoriya indignantly exclaimed. What the hell kind of face had he been making? No, no, that wasn’t the point! He had done exactly what Kacchan told him too!
“Ah, forget it!” Kacchan lunged forward, slamming his hands down on either side of Midoriya. A wide, snarling grin spread across his flushed face. Those bright red eyes sparked with feverish excitement, “You said it, now I’m never gonna let you take it back. Ever! You’re mine, Deku. Mine! I’m not gonna give you to anyone or let anyone take you away from me. Even if you beg and cry for me to let go, I won’t let you go. If you ever try to leave me, I’ll break your fucking legs and fuck you until you break. Get it, Deku? You’re mine. Mine to kiss, mine to touch, mine to hold, mine…” Kacchan paused for a moment then leaned in close, brushing a light kiss against his lips, “mine to love. Got it?”
Midoriya’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened. A burst of elated warmth bloomed in the center of his chest, pressing so hard against his lungs and heart, it made his chest feel tight. Those words…he couldn’t deny that they were a little terrifying but…not entirely unexpected. As always, Kacchan approached everything with a high degree of sincerity and intensity. He just couldn’t tell if he was being serious. Even if he were, he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to leave him anyway. After all, hadn’t he followed Kacchan here? Hadn’t he plopped himself right down by his side, even as Kacchan was roaring at him to leave? Hadn’t he preserved in his determination to be by Kacchan’s side? Something like this…it wasn’t going to drive him away. If anything, this was going to pull him in even closer. Exhaling slowly, Midoriya pressed his forehead against Kacchan’s. As extreme as those words were, he knew…he had always been Kacchan’s. This was a natural evolution of their relationship so it only made sense that this was right where he stayed.
“Yeah…” He breathed, curling his arms around Kacchan’s larger form, “I get it, I get it.”
“Good.” Kacchan pressed a firm kiss to his lips, smiling broadly, “Now, that one time wasn’t nearly enough for me so we’re gonna clean up and go back to my place. The Chief will just have to deal with us being late tomorrow.”
“Wait, wait-! I can’t-!” Midoriya began to protest, not wanting to have his perfect on-time record being ruined.
“You can and you will.” Kacchan’s grin grew even wider, “I’ve been waiting five fucking years for this. You’ll be counting yourself lucky if you managed to make it in by noon but,” Kacchan cocked his head, his expression becoming devilish, “you might not even be able to walk by that point.”
“Scary, Kacchan! That’s scary!”
Kacchan shrugged, “It’s your own damn fault for not realizing sooner. I’m gonna make you pay me back for every single second you kept me waiting.”
“That’s unfair, Kacchan!” Midoriya exclaimed, trying very hard not to show how excited those words made him. He shouldn’t encourage Kacchan anymore than this or he might never be able to return to work!
