The night came with snores, dreams and even nightmares at the dorms of Class-1A. Surprisingly, Aizawa had finished his reports earlier than usual and had fell asleep after a long day. He usually gave a quick last check through the halls but his body was exhausted from today's exercise. Stillness took over the night, contrary to the everyday chaos of quirks and continuous conversations. Night had come. A time of peace, relaxation and recharge. Nevertheless, a certain heat extinguished ever so quietly in Midoriya's room at the start of the night hours.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya hissed as Bakugou grinded his hip against his ass. “Are we really doing this?” he whispered, hands placed on his desk. Bakugou's tongue ran up his neck and swirled in his ear, his tranquil breath quickening yet doing his best to remain quiet. Midoriya sighed and shuttered as Bakugou palmed his harden member over the thin layer of pants.

Bakugou pressed against him, dry fucking him from behind in a slow rhythmic wave. “Fucking Deku,” Bakugou responded, his voice filled with anger at himself. “Why is this happening to me?” He bit Midoriya's shoulder to keep himself from moaning out loud.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya sighed, then licked his lips before biting the arousal.

“I want to fuck you,” Kacchan confessed, “so badly,” he ended, his voice cracking in defeat and in shame. “Why? Why is this happening?” He turned Midoriya around and lifted Midoriya's shirt before throwing it to the side.

A hand ran up his stomach and Midoriya's soft nipples which had him arching his neck in full swing. “Kacchan,” Deku sighed in pleasure. “You're so warm.”

“Don't do that,” Bakugou seethed, lifting Midoriya's right leg to have it circle around his waist. Bakugou could feel Midoriya's hardness when he rolled his hips against him. His open lips hovered atop Midoriya's yet no kiss blossomed. Bakugou couldn't and shouldn't but Midoriya was a masterpiece under the moonlight. Bakugo wanted to taste those lips that called out his name during fights when Midoriya was angry, worried and desperate. He's heard Midoriya's laughs, cries, curses, pleas but never the ones that were intimate, sacred and so erotic that one could jerk off right then and there.

Midoriya's eyes were half lidded, biting his lips with a few of his teeth in display, chest rising and lowering irregularly. How could Bakugou have come to want Midoriya? He hated and resented Midoriya all this years because he thought he was looking down at him. Yet after their night fight, after failing the Provisional Hero License Exam, and after his perspective of Midoriya had ebbed, he started to realize how much Midoriya's improvements both physically in strength and quirk, and in confidence had started to turn him on. He wanted to subdue Midoriya into a pleading state. It was like the only thing that may make Bakugou the number one: being the one to shatter him into pleasure.

He...he...he really wanted to fuck Midoriya until leaving him wailing. Yet the problem was that Bakugou hated feeling this way. They were rivals, not fuck buddies. He wondered if Midoriya was liking any of this. Bakugou did come to his room and practically forced him against the wall. Midoriya had complained and struggled but the moment Bakugou grinded his hips and sucked his neck, he had let loose. Midoriya didn't romantically love him. Neither did Bakugou. It was a naughty sensation and act they came across to and experienced.

Bakugou lowered Midoriya's pants and as well as his own. Bakugou moved Midoriya to his bed and slid in between his legs. “Kacchan, wait,” Midoriya halted, standing on his knees as Bakugou took off his black tank top.“We're taking it too far,” he rationalized. “This is inappropriate. Especially out our age,” he said.

Bakugou's eyes widen, then leaned forward until Midoriya's back was on the mattress again. “You're so frustrating. You know that?” Bakugou said. “You've already taken One for All. Let me at least win you at this,” he confessed.

“Is this what this is, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, lifting his furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” he said in a husk and dangerous voice, nearing his face menacingly close to Midoriya's.

Midoriya got up from his elbows causing Bakugou to lean back. “Well, I'm not going to back down and let you take me that easily,” Midoriya challenged.

“Huh?” Bakugou arched a brow. “Are you willing to have me take you by force?”

“Who says I'll be the one in the bottom?” Midoriya continued to challenge.

“Tch,” Bakugou cursed.

The next hour both of them prepared themselves until their holes were open enough to be penetrated. Bakugou had fingered Midoriya who had almost lost to the battle when Bakugou had attempted to thrust inside him. Midoriya had pinned Bakugou to the bed and kissed his neck and chest as he slowly opened Bakugou. Bakugou wasn't pleased but didn't lie that it was indeed exhilarating and slow.

Bakugou had watched Midoriya, waiting for any sneaky attempts from him until Midoriya thrusted his fingers into a sensitive spot that had him, “Uh,” moan and gasp. Bakugou's visioned blurred for a second, neck arched in full vulnerability. Before recollecting himself he felt it.

“Shit,” Bakugou cursed, grabbing onto Midoriya's shoulders as Midoriya thrusted his dick inside him.

Abliss. That's what it felt like to Kacchan. Despite the condom Midoriya was wearing, it felt full and so...DOMINATING.

Midoriya fell to the carpet and Bakugou pulled his legs towards him. They struggled against each other, doing their best to stay silent.

Bakugou glanced at his wrist. “We said no quirks,” Bakugou reminded him fiercely.

Midoriya's eyes flared in confidence with a brief glint of apology. “I'm going to show you how much I improved,” Midoriya said.

“Say again?” Bakugou mocked, pinning down Midoriya and thrusting inside him. Without another wait he began to move inside him, taking in Midoriya's grunts and moans. His legs loosen, his back arching causing his chest to rub onto Bakugou's.

“T-this isn't ahhh,” Midoriya moaned.

“Even without your quirk, you can't beat me,” Bakugou groaned.

“I-I'm sorry,” Midoriya said before using his quirk to push Bakugou away from him and pinned him roughly to the bed with Bakugou facing the bed sheets. Midoriya opened his legs with his knees and positioned his dick onto the open hole of Bakugou's ass.

“You cheating shit,” Bakugou cursed. “You've no idea who you're dealing with.”

“I know,” Midoriya responded, scarcely about to thrust inside but a knock is heard from the door.

“Midoriya?” Aizawa's voice was heard from the other side. Bakugou turned to glance at Midoriya who was watching the door with a serious expression. Bakugou's eyes widen as he felt Midoriya thrust his dick inside him, ignoring the knock on the door. “Midoriya? I heard a large thud from the other floor.”

“He's still awake?” Midoriya whispered to himself, still fucking Bakugou who's got tears on his eyes due to the sensitive sensations of pleasure. Bakugou opened his eyes to look back at Midoriya. He had stopped thrusting, slipping out of him and covering him with a blanket. He quickly leaned down on his ear, whispering, “Don't fucking move.” Bakugou couldn't help shutter and grip on the sheets in anger, two distinct emotions colliding like a storm. Midoriya quickly put on some clothes and opened the door a bit. “Mr. Aizawa? What's wrong?” Midoriya asked, rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up.

“I thought I heard some noise just now,” Aizawa explained.

“I think that was me. I accidently rolled out of bed,” he lied...well, not exactly. “I didn't think I was close to the edge,” he said, scratching his head.

“Alright then,” Aizawa waved off and as he turned, Midoriya felt Bakugou grab his hips and thrust inside him. Midoriya coughed as a moan replacement. “You alright?” Aizawa asked.

“Yeah,” Midoriya said. “Good-” Bakugou raised Midoriya's left leg and thrusted quietly. “Night,” Midoriya was able to respond before closing the door.

Midoriya turned to glance at Bakugou who had his face near his own. “Let go, cheating Deku.” Bakugou whispered huskily. “Tonight, I win.” He neared his lips atop Midoriya's. “With simply my strength alone.”

Midoriya's breathing accelerated and at the heat of the moment he ran a tongue on Bakugou's lips. Bakugou tensed and hesitated.

“Only if you kiss me have you won,” Midoriya said.

“What we're doing is nothing but fucking,” Bakugou warned.

“I like the sound of that, Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered in a slow seductive voice. “Next time I'll win,” he added.

Bakugou hips began to thrust sloppingly. His breathing accelerated. He removed Midoriya's condom and began jerking him off. Bakugou was close. Nearing and heating to the most sensitive spot.

“Finally,” Bakugou groaned before his hips stuttered in orgasm. He grabbed onto Midoriya, holding him in place as he came unashamedly and touched all of Midoriya's masculine body.

“Faster, Kacchan,” Midoriya begged, his hand reaching to grab Bakugou's hair. Bakugou pumped faster until he could feel a wetness coat his fingers and heard the shuttering gasp of Midoriya.

A kiss? Bakugou wasn't sure. Did he want to? Perhaps. Did he do it in the end? He moved Midoriya's chin to him and kissed him. Tongues collided and had their own sexual intimacy, almost reaching their own orgasm. Bakugou hated feeling this way but he came to feel sexually attracted to Midoriya and he knew he would win at this no matter. He hoped.

“Next time. I'm fucking your mouth in the dorms’ restroom,” Bakugou said bluntly.

“Not for long.”

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