The Pro Hero Rumor Mill

Winner of the Term 8a Fic Poll! The winning theme was: Gossip writer Deku getting dicked hard by Ground Zero! 

I messed around a little bit with the style with this one and had a lot of fun with it! Course, it's always a blast to write chubby Deku getting his shit absolutely wrecked by Bakugo <3 

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Really, the entire point of this was to teach this little shit a lesson. He never actually thought he’d get even a little turned on by this annoying bunny. 

The inside of Deku’s apartment was uncomfortably hot. On his way up here, he remembered seeing a sign posted outside that the power was out for the whole building, something was being done about it so there was no use in complaining. Nearly every window was thrown wide open. A desktop fan was rapidly rotating back and forth, pumping as much cool air into the room as it could but there wasn’t much it could do to dissuade the late August heat. Though, how much this discomfort was because of the temperature or the excitement boiling away inside his belly was anyone’s guess. Sweat rolled in thick currents down his partially naked body. His chest heaved with harsh, shallow breaths. Blood roared in his ears. He could distantly hear the TV still playing the evening news. Something about his latest triumphant over another wannabe villain who thought he was tough enough to go against the Number One Pro. 

“You planning on writing another story about me, Deku?” Bakugo rasped quietly, digging his blunt fingernails deeper into Deku’s soft, trembling thigh. 

Splayed out in front of him was the darling of the gossip mongering world, Deku. Real name: Midoriya Izuku. Quirkless; employed at some magazine that he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of; made a living off writing a particularly popular column that delved into the secret life of Pros. All of it bullshit – lies on top of more lies. While there might be an iota of truth in some of the stories, the majority of it was regurgitated feces cooked up for the sole purpose of selling more copies. Course, none of that really concerned him. Even when this little fuck published tall tales about him, he barely blinked an eye. He had far too much on his plate to worry over one little gossip columnist who seemed to have it out for all Pro Heroes. 

It wasn’t until Deku made the very big mistake of writing an exposé on him that outright stated he was: paid his way to the top, had his quirk artificially strengthened and, most egregious in Deku’s eyes, a pervert who preyed on the young men who idolized him. That accusation came with some rather slanderous accounts from “victims”, all whom claimed he had abused them sexually in some way. Not a single line of it was true. His agency immediately flew into a tizzy, threatening to sue for defamation of character, libel and a bunch of other stuff that he barely heard over the screech of rage pounding in his head. Of course, the magazine did the smart thing – pulled the story, issued a public apology and promised that more care would be taken when screening stories in the future. 

By then, though, the deed had already been done. There wasn’t any real harm to his career. Everyone knew that magazine to be full of lies and shit. Those who didn’t…well, it wasn’t like their opinions mattered all that much anyway. Bakugo could’ve just swept it under the rug and kept going on as he always did…but something about the article got a flame burning in his belly that he couldn’t stamp out. He didn’t consider himself an overly vengeful man. It was probably better to say that he was just sick and tired of Deku’s bullshit. Since no one else was going to do anything – the magazine refused to fire him, other Pros had tried to sue to no success, and everyone seemed content with just throwing their hands up in defeat – he decided that perhaps he was the best person to do so. 

“Y-You’re wrong if you think you’ll get away with this, Ground Zero.” Deku said in what was probably supposed to be a firm, cold tone but came out as a high pitched warble. Bright green eyes, stretched open wide and swimming with tears, glared weakly up at him. It looked like he was trying to frown but his plush bottom lip was stuck out in a petulant pout. His small, soft, chubby body was visibly trembling. Fluffy dark hair was held back away from his round, freckled face by a few cutesy hairpins. Round glasses just barely clung to the end of his button nose, one little push away from tumbling completely off his face. Pale shoulders, dotted with freckles, peeked out from underneath an oversized sweater. The damn thing was so big, Deku apparently hadn’t seen any reason to wear pants – not that he was complaining about that fashion choice. Bakugo’s gaze drifted down from his flushed face to roam over his exposed thighs and butt. 

A fresh thrum of heat pulsed in the base of his belly. He had already been half-hard by that point but with those sniveling words, his cock stood straight up, straining against his partially soaked underwear. If Deku noticed his boner, he didn’t comment on it – was probably too scared to. Bakugo swallowed hard against the dryness in his throat. Fuck…he hadn’t expected the annoying bastard to be stupidly adorable. The brat used a cartoon to represent him so he’d never seen him in person before! Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Bakugo cocked his head. He had only originally planned on shaking the fucker up a little – make him think he was gonna do something bad before pulling a ‘GOT YA!’ moment but…fuck…fuck, fuck! He was so goddamn cute! Those thick thighs, his soft belly, those round cheeks just begging to be nipped and bitten, that plump butt that would bounce so perfectly when he slammed deep inside him…fuck, it pissed him off so goddamn much to be this excited over a scumbag like Deku. 

Though…the corners of Bakugo’s lips curled up into a slight smirk. Really, now that he was thinking about it…there was no way someone like Deku would learn from just a little prank. No, if he wanted to teach this fucker a lesson, he was going to have to be a bit rough with him. It was for the best. Deku would learn that he shouldn’t mess around with the top of the food chain. As for him…well, he was due some compensation for all the trouble Deku had caused him. It was only fair. 

“Is that so?” Bakugo murmured, placing his large hand on Deku’s thigh, sliding it further downwards towards his crotch. 

A tremor visibly raced through the shit’s body. His eyes widened even further. Instinctively curling in on himself, he reached down to snag hold of Bakugo’s wrist and yanked furtively. A wave of intense dizziness crashed over him. Fuck…fuck, fuck, his skin was so smooth, so soft! It felt so good against his palm! Before the shithead had a chance to respond, Bakugo roughly shoved him over onto his back. Letting out a sharp, wailing cry, Deku squeezed his thighs tightly together, both hands flying down to cover his crotch. It was a little too late, though. He had already seen what the bastard was trying to hide. Grinning hungrily, hardly able to stand the wild pulse of needy want thrumming in his belly, Bakugo easily ripped Deku’s hands away, sliding his other hand between Deku’s clamped thighs to push them apart.

“No! Stop it-!” Deku yelped, trying to smash his legs together again but Bakugo wedged his significantly larger frame between them. 

Laughing low in his throat, Bakugo hooked his fingers underneath Deku’s cute tighty whities and yanked them down. A flood of drool pooled underneath his tongue as a small, fully erect cock bounced free, standing up proudly from a mess of pubic hair. His cheeks started to ache from smiling so widely. His heart slammed viciously against the interior of his ribs, practically howling with desire to touch, to claim, to bite. God! Even his cock was adorable! How was this possible?! He was so soft! So plump and juicy! Pearlescent precum welled up at the tip, spilling over to run down his twitching, swollen penis. Bakugo’s head began to spin. When was the last time he was this turned on? Fuck, he couldn’t remember. Never, maybe. It might be just the dense fog clinging to his brain, through which only a guttural roar of ‘I WANT TO FUCK HIM!’ could penetrate, that was making it impossible to remember but right then, he was pretty damn sure that no one had ever been able to excite him that much. 

Deku sobbed softly. The sound brought Bakugo’s attention back to his brightly flushed, sweaty face. A wild shriek of animalistic lust tore through him when his gaze met Deku’s wide, teary eyes. Staring up at him pleadingly, his bottom lip trembling, Deku exhaled shakily and whispered, “Don’t…don’t look…Ground Zero, please…”

Even if there had been some hesitation left, it would’ve been crushed right then. Straightening up, a fat droplet of sweat rolling down his blazingly hot cheek, Bakugo cocked his head. God messed up when he wasted all of this cuteness on a piece of shit like Deku. Still…he guessed he should be grateful to have such a scrumptious meal laid out right in front of him, free for the taking. Bakugo’s lips spread into a huge grin. Deku’s eyes widened even further. He mutely shook his head but before any more pleads could come out of those pink, plush lips, Bakugo slid his hands underneath his knees, shoving his legs up to his chest. Keeping both pinned still with one hand, he reached down with the other to tear open the front of his pants. It took a little bit of fumbling but he was finally able to pull out his aching, throbbing cock. He was already drenched with precum. Panting heavily, his vision flickering, a shriek of heat pulsing in the base of his belly, Bakugo shuffled forward, bringing the tip of his cock to Deku’s small, pink hole. 

“N-No-! Don’t! Ground Zero, please-!” Deku cried, frantically shaking his head. 

“Don’t? No? You’re not being very convincing, Deku. You really want me to stop when you’re this turned on?” Bakugo murmured huskily, playfully the head of his cock against Deku’s entrance. Fuck…fuck, fuck! Inside-! He wanted to be inside-! He wanted to stuff this adorable piece of shit full of his cum! He wanted to fuck him until he was squealing out his name! Leaning down, Bakugo brought his face close to Deku’s…so close, he could easily kiss him and breathed, “Wasn’t expecting someone like you to be this lewd.”

“I’m…I’m not…lewd…” Deku whimpered, tears coursing down his brightly flushed cheeks, “Get off…please, I don’t want…this…”

“You’re an awful liar.” Bakugo leaned in even closer. His lips were barely a centimeter from Deku’s. Fuck…he smelled so good, he smelled so fucking good! Fruit…no, apples, cinnamon, ink and paper…oh fuck, he was going to go crazy. He was seriously going to lose his goddamn mind. More…he needed so much more-! He needed-! Exhaling sharply, curling one hand around the back of Deku’s neck, he yanked him up into a rough, hungry kiss. Deku squeaked loudly. He pressed his small hands against Bakugo’s beefy chest but was nowhere near a match for his strength. Moaning low in his throat, curling his arms tight around Deku’s smaller form, Bakugo crushed him close, feverishly devouring his mouth. His lips were so soft! They felt so fucking good against his own. And his taste…god, fuck! Sweet! He tasted so goddamn sweet! What was this? He couldn’t put a specific flavor to Deku’s mouth, only that it was so sweet and delicious. He shoved his tongue between Deku’s trembling lips, wanting to cover every inch of his mouth with his own taste. 

“Stop-!” Deku squealed, yanking his head away. His gaze was feverish and dazed. Shallow, rapid pants came tumbling out from between his slightly parted lips. Once glimpse of that cute, pink tongue sent Bakugo lurching back down, curling his fingers tight around Deku’s jaw and wrenching his head back into place so he could capture his mouth in another hard kiss. By the time he finally pulled away, Deku’s lips were swollen and bright red. He stared up at him with those big, teary eyes that made him feel like he was about to combust from the inside out. 

Chuckling drunkenly, Bakugo looked around. There, on the bedside table! A bottle of what could’ve been lotion or lube. Didn’t matter – it’d get the job done regardless. Bakugo grabbed it, squirted a good amount of clear liquid out onto his fingers and brought his drenched digits to Deku’s twitching hole. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve been more gentle but since he was about to go fucking insane from the desperate need to be buried deep inside Deku’s plump ass, he didn’t really have the control for it right then. He pushed one finger inside, expecting to meet a lot of resistance. That was what he found…but not nearly as much as he thought he would. 

Deku let out a throaty cry. His hips bucked, causing his plump penis to bounce. Dragging his tongue hungrily over his bottom lip, Bakugo let go of Deku’s legs so he could yank off that annoying sweater, finally baring every inch of that incredible, beautiful chubby body. As he was slipping another finger inside, shivering at how easily it was to spread Deku open, Bakugo bent down to trail a line of sloppy kisses and playful nips all over his soft stomach and chest. He dragged his tongue over one of Deku’s cute nipples, earning himself a choked moan. One of Deku’s hands knotted weakly into his hair. Jumbled pleas, mixed with breathless whimpers and sobs, poured out of him. Each one flamed the fire raging inside of him, pushing it further and hotter until he almost couldn’t take the pressure. 

“Out-!” Deku gasped wetly, even as he was rolling and bucking his hips with a lewd neediness, “Take your-! AAH!”

As soon as he could get three fingers in, Bakugo called the preparation process to a close. If he didn’t get some release soon, he was seriously going to lose control. Sliding his fingers out of Deku’s now thoroughly drenched, soft hole, Bakugo shuffled in close once more. He pushed his hands underneath Deku’s knees, pulling his legs up and open. Despite his impatience and the thudding heat pounding at the base of his spine, he took a moment to drink in the sight of perfection splayed out in front of him. Deku’s chest heaved with harsh, labored breaths. There was a pool of precum on his soft, chubby belly. His fluffy hair was in disarray. The glasses he had been wearing were long gone, providing a perfect view of his round, flushed face. Bakugo swallowed hard, sucking in a deep breath. God…it pissed him off so much that someone like him was getting him so riled up. Not that that was enough to stop him. 

No…he deserved some compensation and he was going to take everything he was owed from this gorgeous fucker.

“G…Ground Zero…” Deku whimpered, “Ple…”

Grabbing Deku by the jaw, watching gleefully as his fingers sunk into his chubby cheeks, Bakugo rasped, “Please what? Fuck me into the mattress? Make a drooling, babbling mess out of me? That’s what you want, isn’t it, Deku?”

“No!” Deku weakly cried, “I don’t…pleas-!”

Leaning down to brush a soft kiss against Deku’s warm, wet lips, Bakugo murmured, “You tell lies for a living but you’re not very convincing.”

“Gro-!” Deku started to wail out but was cut short when Bakugo rammed his hips forward, sliding past the tight ring of muscles to sink deep into Deku’s hole. His pubic bone slammed against Deku’s ass. A jolt visibly wracked his small body. Throwing his head back, eyes stretched wide, his pink tongue lolling outside of his gasping mouth, Deku came with a loud, ragged squeal. Thick ropes of white splattered all over his soft belly. His cock twitched and pulsed as cum poured out of it. Panting heavily, sweat rolling into his eyes, Ground Zero bowed over, pressed down by the intense, roaring pleasure tearing through him. Tight-! He was so goddamn tight-! Incredible wet heat swallowed him up. His vision blurred. His ears rang. Grinning hazily, trembling from the addictive ecstasy, Bakugo gave himself a couple seconds to recover from the sudden onset of pleasure before he started moving. 

Curling his hands around Deku’s plush hips, Bakugo started out slow – nervous that if he went to quick, he’d end up cumming as well. That pace, though, didn’t last long. Deku’s hole clamped down around him, sucking him in even deeper. Whenever he pulled out, the inner walls closed in, as though he was trying to keep him inside. Fat droplets of sweat dripped off his jaw, plopping onto Deku’s smooth skin. Bakugo eagerly, hungrily smoothed his hands everywhere he could reach, touching the adorable fucker all over. Deku wailed, moaned and sobbed underneath him, squirming and bucking his hips as he kept thrusting in deep. Quickly fed up with the obnoxiously slow face, Bakugo dug his blunt fingernails into Deku’s sweaty, feverish skin and ramped it. A squeal erupted out of Deku’s throat. Small hands landed on his broad shoulders, holding on tight as he rammed hard into that tight hole. Every thrust sent Deku jolting forward. His plump cock swung back and forth from the force of their bodies colliding. 

“Wai-!” Deku slurred, barely able to focus on Bakugo, “Slo…Slow…down-! Can’t-! Stop-! Don’t…! Don’t wanna-! Cum-!”

Laughing boisterously, Bakugo lunged down to smash his lips against Deku’s. Panting rapidly, feeling his own orgasm closing in on him, Bakugo nipped at his plush lower lip, snarling, “Cum! Cum from having the Hero you hate so much’s cock inside you! Come on! Cum for me!”

“Don’t-! Hate-!” Deku coughed out, “Gro-! Ground…Zero! Don’t hate-! Don’t…AAAH!!”

Hips straining up off the bed, his hole clamping down even tighter around him, Deku came for the second time, adding even more mess to his stomach. Growling low in his throat, Bakugo pushed down further, stretching his mouth open wide then chomping down hard on the side of Deku’s throat. The sensation of his teeth sinking into his soft skin sent him careening over the edge. Moaning loudly, his eyes rolling back, Bakugo rammed forward, burying the entirety of his length deep inside Deku and came, spraying a thick layer of cum all over his spasming insides. Pleasure, white hot and nearly damaging to his neural pathways, rippled out from his crotch, quickly overwhelming his entire body. Still, before he had even finished cumming, he was seized by a desperate desire for more. More of Deku, more of his heat, his scent, his taste…everything! 

Wrenching back, Bakugo roughly rolled Deku over onto his stomach. He yanked his ass up into the air and started to rapidly buck his hips, driving his cock in deep. Deku let out a wet, throaty wail. Using what little leverage he had, he slammed his butt back against Bakugo’s pubic bone. Grinning deliriously, hardly able to get enough breath in, Bakugo greedily watched that gorgeous bubble butt bounce each time they collided. He was right…it did look amazing. He could watch that all night…so he might just do that. Lashing forward with one hand, Bakugo grabbed a handful of Deku’s hair, yanking his head back. Deku cried out loudly, his insides clamping down even harder around him. Bending down, bringing his mouth close to Deku’s ear, Bakugo panted, “Finally decided to be honest with me, huh?”

“N-No-! I…! I…!” Deku’s eyes were rolled back. His face was flushed an almost alarming shade of red. His tongue hung lewdly out of his mouth, rolling and lolling with every thrust. Honestly pissed Bakugo off a little that he hadn’t thought to grab his phone so he could document this crazy adorableness. 

“No? Hah! Come on, Deku. Be honest for once in your life! Come on! Tell me the truth. It feels good, doesn’t it? Being pinned underneath him, stuffed full of my cock, bred by me…this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been trying to get my attention by writing those shitty articles, that’s what’s going on, isn’t it?”

“I-!”

Grinning widely, unsure even himself why he was pushing it this much – why did he care why Deku did anything? – Bakugo nipped playfully at his earlobe, “Admit it, you’ve wanted this all along. You wrote all those lies in a desperate attempt to get me to notice you. Well, I’ve noticed…so what’re you gonna do now?”

“I’m…” Deku whispered, his small body shuddering. 

“Come on.” Bakugo whispered into his ear, “All you gotta do is whimper in that sweet voice ‘Fuck me, Ground Zero!’. Do that and maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider making you mine.”

What the hell was he saying? Make this stupid prick his? He didn’t have that kind of interest in him! Sure, he was cute…really cute, almost…no, not almost, definitely stupidly cute and there was just something about him that drove Bakugo wild but that didn’t mean he wanted him. He just…he didn’t know! His brain was too fucked up by this throbbing want – he couldn’t think straight! There was no way in hell he’d ever make someone like this his! Not in a million-! 

Inhaling shakily, Deku slowly turned his head to look up at him. Bright green eyes, swimming with lust and tears, struggled to focus on him. A hard jolt of heat tore through him, silencing all the warbly thoughts bouncing around inside his head. Swallowing, his adams apple bobbing, Deku tried to say something but only choked out a fracture of a syllable. Pressing his lips tightly together, a tear sliding down his brightly flushed cheek, he sucked in another breath, opened his mouth and said, “F…fuck me…Ground Zero…”

………………………………………………well…………………………………….shit. 

Growling loudly, Bakugo threw Deku over onto his back then yanked him up. Plopping down onto his butt, he wrenched Deku into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He curled one hand tightly into his hair, holding him in place as he hungrily captured his mouth in another ravenous kiss. Deku let out a loud squeal as he slammed up hard into him from below. Somehow, he was even tighter inside – god, fuck! It felt so good! It felt incredible! So wet and hot! God…fuck, fuck! Ah fuck, who cared any more? If this motherfucking bastard wanted to be his, then might as well let him. He wasn’t sure he could let someone this cute go anyway. It pissed him the hell off…but he supposed it wasn’t the end of the world. He’d just have to make sure Deku stopped writing those dumb articles. Couldn’t have another Pro coming along and finding out just how cute this piece of shit is.