There's Always One

Winner of the Term 5d Fic Poll! The winning theme was: Sub!Deku is largely immune to Doms. Bakugo shows he's the exception. 

This idea actually comes from a game that I'd really like to make! It wouldn't be bkdk but a completely original idea. However, the scenario just fit bkdk really well so that's what I went with <3 Hope y'all enjoy!! 

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The text message came through just as he was getting ready to leave. Pausing in the middle of getting his jacket on, Izuku closed his eyes and sighed in quiet irritation. He didn’t need to check his phone to know who just texted him. He had set a specific ringtone for that person so he would know right away. His gaze flickered down to his phone, sitting on his desk right beside his keys and wallet. The screen was dark but the little light in the upper right-hand corner flashed in a constant mockery of his plans to get out of here without anymore trouble. Izuku sighed again, scrubbing a hand over his face. He was exhausted, hungry and still buzzing with a rage that refused to ease its hold on him. There was a cold burning in the center of his chest that pulsed and gnawed, demanding his attention. He wanted to get home so he could drown that fury in cold pizza and even colder beer. Tomorrow was his day off so he could afford to get smashed face drunk. 

Needless to say, ignoring that bastard’s text message was beyond tempting. It’d be easy enough to claim when the fuck inevitably brought it up when he came back to work on Monday that he just hadn’t seen it until he got home. Hell, he could sell it even further by calling him when he got home to apologize oh so humbly for missing his text and promising to see him first thing Monday morning. He would be furious but what could he do? Once Izuku was out of this building, it wasn’t like he could boss him around. Doing something like that sounded absolutely divine – showed that bastard that he didn’t have any semblance of control over him…but it also sounded like something that would wind him up in a shit ton of trouble. Bakugo-san wasn’t known for his patience or understanding nature. Pulling a prank like that might even make things even worse. 

Izuku sighed again, his hand falling away from his face. He wasn’t here to make enemies, though it seemed like the odds were stacked against him from the start. Though, he guessed the same could be said for every other area in his life. Being a sub was hard enough but a sub in a field that was dominated by Doms? He knew he was going to have this kind of trouble the moment he got this job. He couldn’t afford to falter or show any kind of weakness. These goddamn Doms would tear him apart if they sensed when an iota of weakness. Straightening his spine, his gut clenching, Izuku picked up his phone and tapped the screen to bring it to life. 

Bakugo-san’s message was straight, to the point and not in the least bit surprising:

Come to my office now. 

Pressing his lips into a thin line, that cold fury digging its claws even deeper into his heart, lungs and esophagus, Izuku grabbed all of his stuff, shoving it in various pockets, turned sharply on his heel and started towards Bakugo-san’s office. Great! Just what he needed! Another needless lecture from his boss. What was it going to be about this time? Another quiet, seething tirade about how much he hated subs and how he was going to do everything in his power to ensure that Izuku lost the job he had wanted ever since he was a little kid? Probably, or maybe it would be an aggressive reminder that Izuku was his subordinate (something Izuku was already painfully aware of) and if he ever embarrassed him like he did earlier today, there would be consequences. 

Izuku slammed his foot down on the first stair, grateful for the wave of pain that radiated up his leg from the impact. He stomped up the stairs, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket. It wasn’t his fucking fault that Bakugo-san had an ego as fragile as an eggshell. Everyone in this office had been told repeatedly that Izuku had a natural resistance to Doms. There wasn’t a Dom in existence who could order him around, and that fucking included Bakugo-san. The corners of Izuku’s lips curled up into a hint of a triumphant smile. Really…when he thought about it, getting lectured about not hurting Bakugo-san’s pride was so fucking worth the shocked look on his face when Izuku barely even blinked when he ordered him to kneel. God, he wished he’d been able to take a picture of that exact moment when Bakugo-san realized that there was no commanding him, there was no subjugating him. He might be a sub but he was a sub who had spent years cultivating his natural talent to make sure that no Dom could command him, including Bakugo-san, who even Izuku had to admit had an aura that made him incredibly nervous. He’d never tell a soul but for a split second, barely longer than an eye blink, right when Bakugo-san ordered him to kneel, his knees trembled. 

The movement wouldn’t have been visible to anyone, but he had felt it. Still, it didn’t alarm him. Unfortunately, he was still a sub and Bakugo-san…he was unlike any Dom he had ever encountered. There was something about him that made Izuku excessively uneasy. No one had told him and it was purely speculation at this point but he got the feeling that just as he had a natural resistance against Doms, Bakugo-san had a natural power over subs. Resisting him was just going to be a little more difficult than it was for other Doms. Fine with him – he’d show him the strength of his resolve. There wasn’t any Dom anywhere who could make him kneel. 

Izuku stopped in front of Bakugo-san’s office door and knocked. 

“Enter.” Bakugo-san’s rough, deep voice came from the other side. 

He pushed the door open and stepped in. His gaze immediately went to Bakugo-san’s desk, as that was where he normally was but, to his surprise, he wasn’t there but, instead, sitting in one of the large armchairs pushed into the office’s alcove. In one large hand was a shot glass that was half-full with amber liquid. His computer was off. The only light in the room was coming from a lamp that was standing behind the chair opposite of Bakugo-san’s and the ambivalent light filtering in from the surrounding city. Bakugo-san took a sip of his drink as Izuku walked over to him. Stopping a few feet away, not bothering to keep the irritation of suddenly being called here off his face, Izuku waited to see if he was going to say anything. 

When he didn’t, Izuku spoke up, “You wanted to see me?”

Bakugo-san refrained from answering long enough for Izuku to get even more agitated. When he did speak, it was in a low voice, his gaze still directed away from Izuku, “I apologize for earlier.”

Izuku blinked hard. His jaw fell open slightly. His eyes widened in shock. Had…no, no, he must’ve been hearing things! He could’ve sworn that he just heard that great and almighty Bakugo-san deign to apologize to a lowly sub! Exhaustion and stress must really be catching up with him if he was imagining that he was hearing something like that-

“It was unprofessional and crude for me to have done that.” Bakugo-san’s bright red eyes, as clear and somber as the stark light being given off by the nearby light, flickered over to Izuku, who jolted a little in surprise, “I will never issue a command to you again. If any other Dom here gives you trouble, you are to tell me immediately, understood?”

“Y…Yes…” Izuku replied numbly. What…what was this? Bakugo-san…the proud and arrogant Bakugo-san was actually…apologizing to him? Had he fallen asleep at his desk and was only dreaming that this was happening?! It certainly felt a little like a dream. Bakugo-san, the self-proposed hater of subs, was apologizing to him…this couldn’t be real. There was no way in hell that someone like Bakugo-san would ever apologize! The muscles in the base of Izuku’s stomach clenched. He unconsciously stood up straight, bracing himself for whatever Bakugo-san might be planning. 

Nodding, Bakugo-san downed the rest of his drink in one gulp then stood. He set the glass down, picked up his dress jacket from where it was draped across the back of his chair and slipped it on. 

“What are your plans for the evening?” He asked, his red gaze flickering how to Izuku. 

“Plans, sir?”

“Yes, plans.” Bakugo-san sighed with slight annoyance, “What were you planning on doing this evening?”

“Oh, uh-“ Caught off guard by the question, Izuku answered on instinct, “Nothing, sir. I was going to drink some beer, eat and sleep.”

Bakugo-san nodded, fixed the collar of his dress jacket then said, “Come drink with me, then.”

“H-Huh?!”

Walking past Izuku, either not noticing or ignoring his shock, Bakugo-san went to his desk to retrieve his phone and wallet, “It’s tradition for me to take all newcomers out for a drink. We haven’t had a chance yet.”

Izuku bristled, a wave of anxiety coursing through him. He’d been warned that, at some point, Bakugo-san was going to insist on taking him out for drinks. It was something that he’d been dreading ever since it was first mentioned. Alcohol severely inhibited his ability to resist Doms. There’d been his fair share of close encounters when he had made the mistake of drinking in public. That’s why he only allowed himself to get drunk at home. Going out to drink with Bakugo-san sounded like a recipe for disaster. Did he know how alcohol affected him? The tension in his stomach muscles clenched even tighter at the thought. Was this his plan? To lower his defenses by apologizing so he’ll agree to getting drinks, butter him up with alcohol then what? Embarrass him? Take a video of him doing exactly what Bakugo-san ordered, showing that he isn’t as resistant as he claims? 

“I don’t expect you to drink.” Bakugo-san suddenly said, turning to Izuku.

“Huh?”

“Alcohol is an inhibitor. It makes it harder for you to resist Doms, correct?”

“That’s…That’s right…” Izuku replied guardedly. 

“Then don’t drink.” Bakugo-san said, a hint of annoyance appearing in his low voice, “The point is getting to know each other. We haven’t had a chance to talk beyond work so let’s go.”

‘We would’ve had a chance to talk if you hadn’t immediately gone into full blown sub-hate mode.’ Izuku thought bitterly. 

Bakugo-san was looking at him expectantly. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Izuku gnawed on the interior of his cheeks. No matter how he framed it, there was no excuse he could make that Bakugo-san would take. Not only that but…it would be better for him to just go ahead and get this over with. It was obvious that Bakugo-san wasn’t going to back down. He didn’t know if this was genuine or if Bakugo-san really did have something planned but regardless, it was becoming increasingly obvious that he was trapped. Least he wouldn’t be expected to drink. That was a comfort, at least. Sighing softly, his shoulders slumping, Izuku nodded, “Alright, lead the way.”

“You could stand to not look so miserable.” Bakugo-san snapped as he walked by Izuku, “It isn’t often that I’m this nice to subs so be grateful.”

Izuku bit his tongue to stop himself from retorting something nasty. Pushing his hands further into his pockets, already running through everything that could possibly happen and the safest way for him to escape if things got ugly, he fell into line behind Bakugo-san, maintaining a two-step distance between them. As much as he would like to get along with Bakugo-san, he couldn’t believe that he would have a change of heart that quickly. No…he had to be up for something. The world considered all subs to want nothing more than to be controlled, ordered and dominated by Doms but failed to recognize that the urge to subjugate, to command was as natural to Doms as breathing. No Dom could be trusted, no matter how nice they were being. In the end, all Doms wanted a sub to kneel at their feet. Bakugo-san, despite all of his insistence that he hated subs, was no different. 

Lowering his guard around him was just asking for trouble. 

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He was so going to demand compensation for cab fare on Monday. Hell, he might even ask for a little more than it actually came out to as payment for getting his drunk ass up to his apartment. Grunting low in his throat, Izuku dropped Bakugo-san down onto the first chair he came across in his living room. Panting heavily, sweat clinging to his brow and the back of his neck, he straightened up, glaring furiously down at his boss. ‘Go out to drinks with me’ apparently included hauling this bastard home after he chugged down a stupid amount of whiskey. Was this how he treated all of his subordinates? Did he get shitfaced in front of all of them or was he just something special? He got the feeling it was the latter. Sighing heavily, Izuku pulled his phone from his back pocket. Fucking two in the goddamn morning. Why had he spent so long with this asshole? It hadn’t even been fun! Bakugo-san had barely said a word, other than to keep prompting Izuku to talk as he downed glass after glass. Learn about each other, his ass! Bakugo-san knew practically everything about him now while he knew nothing about this bastard. 

Sighing, his shoulders slumping, Izuku pushed a hand through his sweaty hair. Well, looks like all of his worries that Bakugo-san was going to do something were unfounded. It seemed as though he just wanted someone to keep him company…or drag his ass back to his apartment so he could get fall down drunk. Either way, he had followed through his expected duty so now, he was going the fuck home. It was still early…enough to get shitfaced as well but that was going to happen in the safety of his apartment. Pausing just long enough to make sure that if Bakugo-san were to puke, he wouldn’t choke on it, Izuku spun around and began to march out of this far too spacious and clean apartment. Seriously, how much time did he spend here? It looked like it belonged in a magazine, rather than someone’s home. 

He was nearly out of the living room when a slurring voice spoke up from behind him. 

“I didn’t say you could leave.”

Izuku tensed up. Ah…there it was. He knew there would be something. It had just taken a little longer than he expected. Bracing himself, Izuku forced a quiet smile on his face as he turned. As much as he hated the idea of sucking up to this bastard, right now was not the best time to antagonize the beast. Bakugo-san might not be able to command him but he was still much bigger than him, and had shown off his strength on multiple occasions. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of an enraged Dom. He turned and opened his mouth to say something, only for his words to falter when his gaze met Bakugo-san’s intense glare. An electric shiver raced down his spine. A disconcerting wobbliness took hold of his knees. Heat rose to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, tingling with an excitement that he despised. But worst of all was his traitorous cock – the moment they made eye contact, it began to twitch and stir inside his underwear. 

…fuck. He hadn’t anticipated the glare, mostly because it was the easiest thing for him to resist! Why was he reacting now? He hadn’t drunk anything and exhaustion didn’t usually impact his ability to resist Doms! Forcing himself to stand up straighter, the smile fading from his face, Izuku focused all of his attention on his growing fury. This motherfucker had the audacity to glare at him after promising that he’d never pull a stunt like that again? Was he testing him again? If so, he wasn’t about to be sorely disappointed. Doms didn’t affect him; Doms would never affect him. 

“It’s after two in the morning, Bakugo-san.” Izuku replied tightly, “I’m going home.”

He bowed low, “Thank you for tonight. I am glad that we got a chance to talk with one another. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Straightening up, he sharply turned so he wouldn’t have to look into that infuriatingly tantalizing glare again, “Goodbye, Bakugo-sa-“

“Kneel.”

A shock ran through his body when his knees hit the floor. Close on its heels was an immense, crashing wave of pleasure that quickly overwhelmed him. Eyes stretched open wide, harsh pants tumbling out of his gawking mouth, Izuku stared down at the floor, frozen and trembling where he knelt. An incredible heat, unlike anything he had felt before, coated his skin. Sweat drenched his underarms, the line of his spine and between his legs. With a jolt, Izuku realized that the wetness he was feeling down there wasn’t sweat. Dragging in a ragged breath, he shakily reached for his crotch, grimacing when his hand found a large and still growing wet spot. No…no way, he…he had cum just from that?! No…no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening! Doms didn’t affect him! There was no way he would have-!

“Izuku.” Bakugo-san said from behind him, his voice much closer than before. 

Jerking, a startled squeak slipping out of him before he could stop it, Izuku shakily turned to find Bakugo-san standing directly behind him, close enough that he’d barely have to raise his arm to touch him. There was a gleam of rampant, near uncontrolled heat burning in his hazy, red eyes. His face was flushed and sweaty. Thick brows were lowered over that viciously wanting gaze. His ash blond hair was in even further disarray. His chest was heavily raising and falling with harsh breaths. If there had been any doubt left about how turned on Bakugo-san was, the large bulge between his legs would’ve dashed it. A bucket of cold plummeted into Izuku’s stomach, sending it crashing down to his bent knees. His body was suddenly assaulted by a combination of terror and squealing want. The way Bakugo-san was looking at him…it made him want to roll over and spread his legs open wide. Swallowing hard against the dryness in his throat, Izuku bite down hard on his tongue, desperately grabbing hold of the burst of pain. 

Bad…bad, bad, bad! This was seriously bad! He hadn’t thought he had dropped his guard but, apparently, seeing Bakugo-san drunk had made him think he was safe! He was so obviously not safe! How in the world Bakugo-san had managed to bring him to his knees was a question he would worry about later. For now, he needed to get out of here, now. Digging his teeth deeper into his tongue, Izuku forced himself to look away. Staring up into that intense glare was not helping right now. Just having Bakugo-san’s eyes on him was making him feel weird and overheated. Curling his hands into tightly clenched fists, Izuku tried to get up but there was no strength in his legs. Panic began to pulse in the center of his mind. Bad, it screamed at the top of its nonexistent lungs, bad, bad, bad! Gotta run! Gotta escape! Well, he was trying but he couldn’t get his legs to listen to him! 

“Izuku.” Bakugo-san said again, his voice even closer. Hot breath brushed against the back of his neck, making him jump and tremble. Muscular arms snaked around his midsection, curling tightly around him. A sturdy, beefy chest pressed flush to his back. Incredible heat seeped through his thin shirt, quickly spreading out across the surface of his skin. Izuku’s heart leapt up into his throat. His soaked, throbbing cock twitched excitedly inside the constrains of his underwear. A bizarrely powerful hunger nearly took possession of him. It gnawed at the corners of his mind, demanding that he…he submit, that he did whatever he was told because this…this right here was what he wanted – a Dom crushing him, choking him, pressing down until he felt his body crack. 

“G-Get off…” Izuku choked out, weakly clawing at Bakugo-san’s arms. 

“You smell so good.” Bakugo-san slurred into his ear, dragging his tongue along the shell, “Izuku…Izuku…”

“Bastard, get off-! WAH!”

Bakugo-san shoved him down onto the floor. His chest pressed to the smooth hardwood. Straightening up, a sly smirk on his brightly flushed face, he cocked his head and purred, 

“Present.”

He was on his back before he could blink, one hand pushing up his shirt to reveal his chest, the other shoving down his pants to allow his rigid cock to bounce free. A screech of mortification pierced through him but it was nearly overwhelmed by a sharp buzz of pleasure. Wha…what was he doing?! Why was he letting this Dom humiliate him like this?! Why…why was he reacting so quickly, so naturally to Bakugo-san’s commands? It had only just barely affected him before so why-?!

“Good boy.” Bakugo-san rasped, leaning down to brush his lips along the curve of Izuku’s jaw. 

A screeching howl of jubilation tore through him, momentarily leaving him so dizzied and giddy from receiving praise that he completely forgot his current position. It didn’t last for long. One of Bakugo-san’s large hands smoothed down his side to loosely wrap around his cock. Izuku cried out sharply, his eyes widening. His hips bucked uncontrollably, driving his dick through the ring of Bakugo-san’s fingers. The sensation of his calloused palm smoothing against the sensitive skin of his cock was just the jump start he needed. If he didn’t put a stop to this right now, things were only going to get worse! It didn’t matter that Bakugo-san was his boss, there was no way in hell he was just going to let him do as he pleased! Gritting his teeth together, shoving back against the pleasure and dizziness that threatened to consume him, Izuku curled one hand into a tight fist and slammed it into Bakugo-san’s cheek. His head snapped back. He let out a pained grunt. The momentum moved him back just enough to allow Izuku to slip free. Panting heavily, his head spinning, a strange heaviness plaguing his body, Izuku managed to scramble to his feet. Away-! Away! He had to get out of here! He took all of two bumbling steps before Bakugo-san spoke from behind him. 

“Kneel.”

His deep, low voice pierced through the panic clinging to his mind. There was no chance to resist, no chance to fight. With a sharp gasp and a soft whimper, he collapsed to his knees, trembling even more powerfully than before. Fighting against the wave of elation that bubbled up from the base of his belly, Izuku tried, once more, to get to his feet but, just like before, it was no use. His legs, his body simply refused to listen to him. A large hand grabbed hold of his arm, roughly wrenching him up off the floor. Without a word, his expression hard and stony, Bakugo-san dragged him further into the apartment. Desperately trying to get his feet up under him, Izuku squirmed and struggled in his hold. It was useless-! He couldn’t break free! Even if he could, it wasn’t like he could resist Bakugo-san’s commands! What…what was wrong with him?! He hadn’t drunk anything so there was no way Bakugo-san could’ve drugged him! Not to mention, he had felt perfectly fine up until the point that Bakugo-san commanded him for the first time! He couldn’t remember any occasion when a Dom drinking made it more likely that Izuku would be affected by his commands so just…what the fuck was going on here?! Why was he reacting so strongly, so easily?! 

Bakugo-san kicked up a seemingly random door. On the other side was undoubtedly his bedroom. Izuku froze up for a moment, his mouth hanging open but as Bakugo-san began to drag him over to the bed, he began to struggle in earnest. No…no, no, no! He…he didn’t want this! He didn’t want to be claimed by a Dom! He…he had to get away! He needed to-! Bakugo-san threw him down onto the bed. There was the briefest moment where he was free from his vice grip, nothing impeding him from bolting but he still couldn’t make himself move! What…what was wrong with him?! 

“Izuku…” Bakugo-san rasped, “Cute…you’re so cute…Can’t…Can’t hold back…”

Struggling and trying to run clearly wasn’t going to work but this was still his boss, the self-proposed sub hater! Panting rapidly, his heart thundering against his ribs, Izuku squeaked out, “Wai-Wait, Bakugo-san! Please, I don’t know what’s going on here but you…you’re drunk, okay? You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing so please, let me-“

“Silence.”

Izuku’s voice died in his throat. When he tried to speak again, his throat constricted, his stomach lurched. Trembling, now thoroughly terrified of this man’s power over him, Izuku frantically tried to think of something he could do that would get him out of here. Struggling was a no go; his strength was nothing in comparison to Bakugo-san’s. And now, talking his way out of this was an impossibility too. What…what could he do?! The more he thought about it, the more apparent it became that there wasn’t anything he could do. Trapped…he was trapped-! Trapped in the worst possible position a sub could find themselves in! No…no, no, no-! Izuku frantically shook his head. He couldn’t give up here! He was the sub who couldn’t be commanded by any Dom! He wouldn’t let this bastard get the better of-! 

“Izuku…” Bakugo-san breathed, 

“Present.”

Again, as though he was a puppet on strings, his body moved on its own – legs spread, lifting his shirt up to expose his chest and pushing his pants down even further. Izuku trembled, his body burning with a nauseating combination of humiliation and desire. He…he didn’t want this-! He didn’t want-! Bakugo-san’s large, calloused hands pressed to his vulnerable belly, smoothing up to grope at his chest. Izuku just barely bit back a moan as his worn palms rubbed against his nipples. Sharp, electric tingles raced out across the surface of his skin. His cock pulsed hungrily, practically weeping precum by this point. There was a strange itchiness between his legs. His hole was twitching, desperate to be filled, to be messed up. Izuku bit down hard on his bottom lip. No…no, no! He couldn’t give into this traitorous body’s natural inclinations! He didn’t want this-! No matter what his body was doing, he didn’t want Bakugo-san too-! 

“You’re not gonna stop trying to run, are you?” Bakugo-san asked, his voice flat and hard. 

Izuku tried to speak but couldn’t get past the lump in his throat. 

“Speak.”

“Of course not!” The words exploded out of his mouth, along with a spray of spittle, “Get off! Get off me!”

Bakugo-san stared at him blankly for a moment then, to Izuku’s horror, the corners of his lips curled into a slight smirk. There was a split second during which he was left to wonder what Bakugo-san was going to do before he suddenly lunged forward. Grabbing hold of Izuku’s wrists, he wrenched his hands up to the headboard and tightly secured them to one of the bars with his belt. Izuku wasn’t given time to react. Bakugo-san quickly moved onto his legs, yanking out Izuku’s belt to tightly bind his ankle to his thigh, leaving him completely immobile. The sharp cry of alarm he let out was muffled by Bakugo-san’s tie, looped snugly around his mouth. Eyes bulging, assaulted by that strange combination of fear and gnawing want, Izuku could only stare up at Bakugo-san as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. Chuckling low in his throat, he reached down to his trousers, wrenching them open with enough force to tear the fabric. He slipped a hand inside, pulling out a large, veiny cock. Izuku whimpered. No…no, no, no, not that! Anything but that! He could stand the humiliation of being commanded by a Dom but that-! He didn’t want-! 

Reaching out to pull open the drawer of the bedside table, Bakugo-san rummaged around for a moment before his hand reappeared clasping a small tube. He squeezed out a good amount of clear fluid onto his fingers then tossed the tube aside. Bending down to kiss a line up Izuku’s stomach and chest, Bakugo-san brought his hand down to his ass, pressing his lube drenched fingers to his twitching hole. A loud squeal rippled out of Izuku. He instinctively yanked on his binds, his eyes tightly squeezing shut. If Bakugo-san noticed his reaction, he made no note of it. Kissing, licking, nipping and sucking everywhere he could reach, leaving bright red marks that wouldn’t fade any time soon, he swirled a finger around Izuku’s entrance a few times before pushing inside. The muscles in the base of his back and in his thighs painfully tensed up. His eyes stretched open wide. An alarmed grimace yanked down on the corner of his lips. The initial discomfort quickly faded. His body almost immediately grew accustomed to having Bakugo-san’s finger inside him. With that adjustment, there was nothing for him to cling to, nothing for him to use against the rampant pleasure that came rushing out. 

It…it was just his finger but he already felt like he was going to cum! Superheated pressure pushed against the back of his penis. A steady flow of precum poured out of the slit, creating a puddle on his stomach. 

“B-Bakugo-san!” He gasped against the gag, his voice muffled, “Please don’t-! Stop-!”

“So tight…” Bakugo-san breathed, pushing his finger in even deeper. “How long as it been since you’ve done this, huh, Izuku?”

“Sto-!” 

“Or maybe,” Bakugo-san’s smirk grew even wider, “this is the first time you’ve done this.”

Izuku flushed even hotter, a jolt shaking his body. He quickly looked away then immediately realized that had been the worst thing to do. Chuckling huskily, Bakugo-san grabbed hold of his jaw, wrenching his head back into place. That bright red gaze, blazing with a heat that threatened to scorch him, filled up his vision. His heart skidded, causing his breath to catch. Bakugo-san eased in a second finger, stretching him open even wider. A moan slipped free before he could stop it. A tremble rushed through his legs. The heat bubbling in his belly grew even more intense. It…it was getting even harder to think-! His body…his body wanted to submit-! It wanted to give in but he…he couldn’t let this bastard get the best of him! He didn’t want this-! He would never want this-! 

“Izuku.” Bakugo-san pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, “Answer me. Am I your first?”

“F-Fuck you-!” Izuku ground out, despite knowing what the immediate consequence will be. 

“Speak.”

Izuku tried to resist but the words tore themselves out of his throat, coming out jagged and strained, “Yes! You’re the first-!”

“Good boy.” Bakugo-san rasped into his ear. That same wave of dizzying giddiness slammed into him. It was even more powerful this time, threatening to completely destroy all the strength he had left. He eased a third finger in, curving his fingers slightly to grind hard against his insides. Eyes widening, a fresh flush of heat coursing through him, Izuku couldn’t hold back the wail that came tumbling out of him. Cumming…fuck, fuck-! He was gonna cum-! He was gonna-! Just when he thought the fight was lost, Bakugo-san pulled his fingers out. Panting heavily, sweat rolling in heavy currents down his face, Izuku only had the briefest moment of relief before the realization of what was coming next dawned on him. Bakugo-san had prepared him…the only logical next step would be-

Izuku’s head jerked up when something very hot, very hard and very big bumped against his drenched entrance. A shudder visibly rippled through his body. All the breath vanished from his legs, leaving him desperately sucking air into his seizing lungs. Cold poured into his belly, only to be quickly swallowed up by the flames. An intense desire to beg, to plead for Bakugo-san to fuck him nearly had his mouth moving but he just barely managed to hold back. No…no, no, no-! Not that-! He didn’t-! He didn’t want-! 

“Izuku…” Bakugo-san pushed in close. His large cock pressed more insistently against his hole. Any more pressure and he would be inside-! 

“Stop-!” Izuku wailed around the gag. “Bakugo-san!”

“Mine.” Bakugo-san growled low in his throat. He brushed the backs of his fingers along the curve of Izuku’s sweaty cheek, his bright red eyes focused intently on his face. With a harsh exhale, he dipped down to kiss Izuku over the gag. A sharp jolt wracked his body. A squeal of near deranged delight rippled out from the center of his mind, tumbling straight down to his cock, enticing it to throb even hotter. Kiss…even with the tie in the way, this was his first kiss…his first kiss had been stolen by Bakugo-san. Despite everything, the thought didn’t make him angry. His brain felt like it was drenched in fog. It was near impossible to think coherently. Every inch of him was buzzing with a desperate want that was becoming maddening the longer that need wasn’t satisfied. He knew what his body wanted, he knew what would scratch that horrid itch and it…it terrified him. 

“Mine…” Bakugo-san whispered against his lips. He rammed his hips forward, driving his length deep into Izuku’s hole. 

A wave of white washed across his vision. Blood roared in his ears. The pleasure that tore through him was so intense, so immense that there was nothing he could do other than brace himself. He came with a loud, pitiful wail. Thick ropes of cum splattered against his stomach and chest. Every nerve in his body howled and sobbed with rapturous ecstasy. Dropping down on top of him, his muscular arms curling tightly around him, Bakugo-san panted roughly into his ear as he rapidly pumped his hips, repeatedly driving his cock in and out of him. There was no pause or relief from his orgasm. It kept growing and growing, pushed higher and higher by the sensation of being stuffed so incredibly full of Bakugo-san’s cock. An incredible heat sunk into his belly, quickly spreading out until every inch of his body was humming with it. No longer able to allocate any energy to trying to remain quiet, Izuku moaned, wailed and sobbed loudly. Even in his near-altered state, he had enough conscious left to be horrified and humiliated by the lewd sounds he was making. Tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes, slipping into his hair. With every thrust, Bakugo-san sent him jolting upwards. It was hard, rough and brutal…and his body couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Izuku-! Izuku-! Izuku-!” Bakugo-san gasped into his ear, curling his arms even tighter around him, “Cumming-! Gonna-!”

That was the only warning Izuku got – not that it did him any good. Slamming forward, completely sheathing his cock inside of his hole, Bakugo-san choked out what sounded like a garbled moan of his name. His length swelled up even bigger, stretching him open further. With one hard twitch, he was cumming, pumping a heavy load of scalding heat into his insides. Izuku’s eyes rolled back into his head. His hips strained up off the bed, grinding against Bakugo-san. A high pitched squeal came rippling out of his throat as he came a second time, adding even more mess to the one already on his stomach and chest. Before he had even finished cumming, Bakugo-san was moving again, roughly pounding into him with the kind of force that made it feel like he was trying to leave an imprint of his cock on Izuku’s insides. Wailing loudly, writhing and squirming underneath Bakugo-san, Izuku frantically scrambled to grab hold of his last scrap of reason. 

He didn’t want this-! He didn’t want to be pinned and dominated by a Dom-! He was a sub who could resist any Dom so why-?! Why did it have to be Bakugo-san who proved that wrong?! 

“Izuku…” Bakugo-san panted, “Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!”

Izuku flinched away, his eyes tightly squeezing shut. Why…why did it make him so happy to hear Bakugo-san saying his name like that?! Why couldn’t he find the strength to resist?! What was wrong with him?! He didn’t want this! He couldn’t possibly want this so why…why did he so desperately want to submit?! Why did he want Bakugo-san to touch him even more?! 

-

His arms were numb. There was a dull ache in the center of his back that immediately grew worse as he slowly drifted out of slumber. His mouth was dry, his throat was sore, and an awful taste clung to his tongue. It felt like someone had replaced his brain with a huge wad of cotton balls. His eyes were swollen and crusty. There was a wetness between his legs that was the farthest thing from pleasant. Even before he opened his eyes, he felt disorientated, panicky and dizzy. There was a heaviness on his chest that made it feel as though someone were sitting on him. Making it even worse was the heaviness in his limbs. His stomach was nauseously somersaulting, throwing itself against the walls of his abdomen as though it wanted out. When he shifted his legs ever so slightly, a sharp bolt of pain radiated through his hips. Hissing through clenched teeth, Izuku finally forced his eyes open.

That…that wasn’t the ceiling of his apartment. Blinking blearily in the bright morning sunlight, Izuku stared at that unfamiliar ceiling for a few moments, his sluggish mind, still drenched in an uneasy sleep, trying to put the pieces together. He…he wasn’t in his apartment so, where was he? And why…why was he naked? That realization brought on a wave of frantic panic that ripped him straight out of that stupor. Izuku tried to jerk up but found that he couldn’t. Twisting around, ignoring the flash of pain that movement brought, he craned his head up to find that his hands were firmly tied to the headboard. He stared stupidly at his bound hands for a moment before the memories of last night came rushing in. Bakugo-san had invited him out for drinks. When they got to his apartment, Bakugo-san…he…he…had…

Cold drenched Izuku’s body. Scalding tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, coursing down his cheeks in stark trails. Suddenly, the state of his body made total sense. He was…no, had…had been a virgin. Though, he doubted even someone experienced in sex would walk away that ache free. But…it wasn’t just that…was it? No, this sick, shaky feeling…this feeling of despair, unease and nausea…this was a subdrop, wasn’t it? Izuku just barely bit back a hysterical cackle. He flopped back into place. This…this couldn’t get any worse. Raped by his boss…the same boss who had threatened him multiple times with termination if he ever started negatively affecting his teammates. There was some kind of irony in the fact that it was said boss who lost control. Izuku swallowed against the lump in his throat, stubbornly holding back the sobs that wanted to bubble out. What did he do? He didn’t want to lose his job but…he didn’t want that bastard to be able to do whatever he pleased with him! Would he blackmail him? Use this as reason enough for firing him? Izuku squeezed his eyes tightly shut. 

All of his hard work, all of his struggle and fighting against a world that valued Doms and saw subs as nothing more as playthings for Doms…only for it to end like this…It was so stupid, he almost had to laugh. 

Izuku sucked in a deep breath, forcing his eyes open. No…no, no, nope. He wasn’t going to let himself be swallowed up by despair. He had worked too damn hard for his dreams to be ruined by something like this! He…he didn’t know what he was going to do but it didn’t include just lying here, feeling sorry for himself! First, he needed to get out of here. No idea if he could even walk but he would manage somehow! Izuku was making to twist back around to try to see the best way to wriggle his wrists free when he realized he wasn’t alone in the room. A nasty, cold shock wracked his body. Sitting on the floor beside the bed, leaning against it, his back to Izuku, was Bakugo-san. One of his large hand rested on the back of his head, tightly knotted into his ashy blond hair. There was a tenseness in his broad shoulders that seemed to say Bakugo-san wasn’t exactly happy about this predicament. Izuku pulled in a deep breath. He was in a bad position right now – didn’t take a genius to see that. Even if he did try to wriggle free, the chance of Bakugo-san not hearing him was low. 

There was no way he was still drunk so…it should be safe to say he’d returned to normal, right? That…that wasn’t exactly a risk he wanted to take but the more he thought about it, the more it became apparent that he didn’t have a choice. Even if he did manage to get his hands free with Bakugo-san noticing, he still would have to leave. It wasn’t like he could walk out into public in his current state. He was still buck naked, after all. He…he didn’t have a choice, did he? It fucking killed him but…he was going to need Bakugo-san’s help. Swallowing down against the bile raising up his throat, Izuku pulled in a deep breath, hesitated for just a moment then forced himself to say, “Untie me.”

It was as though someone had come along and pressed a live wire to the base of Bakugo-san’s spine. He shot up, spinning around so fast that he nearly tumbled over. Bright red eyes, wide with shock, locked with Izuku’s gaze. They stared at each other silently for a few moments. Well, that was good…at least. It didn’t look like Bakugo-san was going to jump him again. Finally, after what felt like an hour, Bakugo-san swallowed audibly in the otherwise silent room. He moved forward shakily, placing one knee on the bed. Reaching up, he gently freed Izuku’s hands from the belt’s grip then quickly moved down to untie his leg as well. Izuku slowly lowered his arms and stretched out his leg, grimacing at the intense pins and needles that prickled as his muscles. Bakugo-san’s large hands rested on his leg. Izuku tried to jerk away, thinking he was about to restrain him again but, instead, Bakugo-san began to gently knead and massage his leg. As much as he didn’t want him touching him right now, it did help immensely. Relaxing back against the bed, knowing that remaining tense wouldn’t help, Izuku rubbed his sore, chaffed wrists. 

“Are you going to fire me?” He asked after a few moments of tense silence. 

“No.” Bakugo-san rasped, his voice rough and throaty, “I’m not.”

Izuku was silent for a moment, a sweet wave of relief washing over him. His job was safe…that was really all that mattered to him right now. Everything else…he would figure out later. Blowing out a long breath through his nose, he said, “Was this your attempt to show off? Or were you just trying to humiliate me?”

“Huh?” Bakugo-san looked up at him, his eyes wide. 

“I mean, sub comes in and doesn’t let any Dom push him around. Embarrasses you, shows off that he can’t be affected by a Dom so what?” Izuku’s hard, cold glaze flickered up to Bakugo-san, who, to his surprise, flinched a little, “Did you want to knock me down a peg or something?”

“No, that’s not-“ Bakugo-san’s voice trailed off. He looked away, his mouth twisted into a pained grimace. 

Izuku stared at him for a moment then let his gaze slide away as well. Had he really just lost control of himself? Wasn’t out of the question. He was a Dom, after all. If that were the case, where was the anger? The fury that was always directed at subs who were in the wrong place at the wrong time? He wouldn’t have expected this kind of quiet discomfort from Bakugo-san. Had it really been an accident? That was also something he never would’ve imagined in a million years that Bakugo-san, self-proposed sub hater, would have. Izuku’s gaze flickered back to Bakugo-san, who had resumed in massaging his leg. His broad fingers deftly rubbed his sore muscles, somehow finding all the little spots of tension and easily kneading them away. His movements were small, gentle. His expression had returned to one of blank distance but there was a distressed storm brewing in his bright red eyes. 

“I’m really not going to lose my job…am I?” Izuku asked softly. 

“No.” Bakugo-san said firmly, “I would not fire you for my mistake.”

A sharp, cold pain pierced through Izuku’s chest. His breath caught but he quickly hid it with a sigh. What…what was that? Why had it hurt to hear Bakugo-san refer to what happened last night as a mistake? That was what it had been – a terrible, horrifying mistake that proved his greatest fear: he wasn’t completely immune to Doms. There was one, at least, who could command him. To his dismay, the thought didn’t inspire any fear or…really, anything at all. Something…something was really wrong with him…

“I’m sorry.” Bakugo-san said quietly. “Last night, that…it had not been my intention.”

“What had been your intention?”

“To get to know you better. It’s…it isn’t often that a sub can resist me.”

Izuku snorted bitterly, “So what? Were you trying to see how far you could push it before I obeyed?”

“No.” Bakugo’s bright red eyes, no longer marred by a sadness that Izuku didn’t want to believe was legitimate but now burning with a determination that made his legs quiver, “Last night…it was my fault. I shouldn’t have dropped by guard. I knew what would happen…that this,” he vaguely gestured at Izuku’s naked body, “might happen. I should’ve known better but I…I lost control of myself and I…I will take responsibility for my actions.”

“Oh? And what are you-“ Before Izuku could finish speaking, Bakugo-san leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Izuku’s midsection. He squeezed them close together, burying his face into the curve of Izuku’s shoulder. Hot breath brushed along his skin. Bakugo-san trembled as he exhaled shakily. He rested a large hand on the back of Izuku’s head. Eyes widening, his body momentarily tensed up before, against his will, melting into Bakugo-san’s hold. What…what was this? Why was Bakugo-san holding him so gently? This…this was going the exact opposite of how he expected! What was-

“I promise.” Bakugo-san whispered, curling his fingers loosely into Izuku’s hair, “I won’t ever hurt you again. I’ll take care of you so just…rely on me, Izuku…”

“Wha-“ Izuku started to say, only for the word to die in his throat. The realization of what had happened slammed so hard onto his shoulders, he nearly went through the mattress. A natural resistance was what allowed him to go through life without being constantly harassed by Doms but…what if there was one Dom who could? The idea of a paired bond was something out of fairy tales. There was no hard evidence to support that it existed in real life but…no other Dom affected by him Bakugo-san did. No other Dom could order him, could command him and have him obey with such fervor. Did that mean-? Izuku’s gaze flickered over to stare at the fluffy mess of Bakugo-san’s ashy blond hair. Was he…meant to be paired with Bakugo-san?