Forget and I'll Kill You!!

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: 18+

Pairing: BakuDeku 

Tags: Aphrodisiac, Anal Sex, Dubcon 

Summary: When Deku is hit with an Aphrodisiac quirk, Bakugo has no choice but to help him out

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His phone dropped to the concrete with a sound that would’ve made anyone in the surrounding area flinch. Bakugo, though, wasn’t paying that close attention to it or the tiny voice coming out of the speaker, saying in a worried, concerned tone, ‘Bakugo? Bakugo?!’. He barely even registered that the phone wasn’t in his hand anymore. All of his focus was on Deku, who was pressed flush to his back, grasping onto his arm with enough strength to hurt. Bakugo could feel how badly he was trembling. Incredible, almost suffocating heat was rolling off Deku in thick waves, along with a scent that was somehow both nauseating and alluring. Deku’s round, freckled face was flushed an alarming shade of red. Sweat clung to his skin, rolling in fat droplets down his forehead and cheeks. There was a strange, dazed haze over his unfocused eyes. Drool leaked out of the corner of his parted, gasping mouth. But perhaps the one thing that was really driving the nail home as to what was wrong with Deku was the burning hot erection pressed to his thigh. 

Cheek pressed to Bakugo’s shoulder, his violently shaking legs barely able to keep him upright, Deku panted on repeat in a weak, warbling voice, “Kacchan…Kacchan, please…”. 

Bakugo slowly blinked, his gaze roaming over Deku’s darkly flushed face. Tilting his head back, Deku looked up at him pleadingly. It was such a naked, vulnerable look loudly screamed what it was he needed that Bakugo had to look away, exhaling sharply. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Bakugo realized for the first time that the phone was no longer in his hand. He looked down, grimacing at the sight of it face down on the hard cement. Bending over, he retrieved it from the ground, the grimace deepening at the large crack running along the screen. Mom was going to kill him. That, though, was the least of his worries. To his relief, the screen still worked and the call was still connected to Shitty Hair. 

Bringing the phone to his ear, he said calmly, “You still there?”

“Bakugo!” Shitty Hair’s obnoxiously loud voice burst through the speakers at a volume that made his ears ring, “What happened? Is Midoriya alright?”

“Yeah, he’s fine.” Bakugo lied through his teeth, “Nix calling Sensei. I’ll handle it.”

“Eh? Bakugo, are you sure? From what you said before-“

“Kirishima.” Bakugo said in a low, firm tone, “Drop it. We’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

There was a moment of silence from Kirishima then a quiet, “Okay…” there was a pause then, “Take care of Midoriya.”

Bakugo glanced down at Deku, who was whimpering softly, shakily rubbing his erection against him. Wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter. Bakugo’s gaze lowered to the ground. No…that was unfair and incorrect. It wasn’t like this wasn’t affecting him. His own aching erection was enough evidence of that. This was something he could walk away from. Wouldn’t be his problem if he just told Kirishima to get one of the teachers or somebody down here now…but he was just as capable of walking away from this as Deku was of calming down with a snap of his fingers. Blowing out a hard breath through his nose, Bakugo replied, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got him.”

With that, Bakugo hung up before Kirishima could try to convince him to call in for back up. Tucking his busted phone into his pocket, he grabbed hold of Deku’s arm, yanking him further down the alley. Not exactly the best place for this sort of thing but he doubted the nerd would make it back to the dorms. Pushing him up against the wall, Bakugo shoved a thigh between Deku’s legs, a traitorous sizzle of heat radiating up from his crotch at the loud, throaty wail that the nerd let out. His gloved hands clawed at Bakugo’s back, curling tightly into the fabric of his suit. Bakugo slid in close, pressing their chests flush together. He leaned down to drag his tongue up the curve of Deku’s throat, shivering at the salty sweet taste that spread over his taste buds. Did Deku always taste this good or was it the quirk that was doing it? He pushed the thought from his mind, a little grateful for the haze that was beginning to dominate his thoughts. Deku whimpered, moaned and sobbed into his ear, desperately clutching at him, his hips bucking weakly, grinding his clothed erection against his thigh. 

“Kacchan-!” Deku gasped, “Please-! Please-! It hurts-! It hurts-!”

Just this wasn’t enough, huh? He should’ve known better. Swallowing hard, disturbed by how hotly he was burning, Bakugo stepped back. Dazed, pained eyes looked up at him pleadingly. Bakugo grimaced as his cock twitched excitedly inside his soaked underwear. A hard shiver wracked his body. Pressing his lips tightly together, Bakugo grabbed hold of Deku’s shoulder, spinning him around and forcibly pushing him up against the wall. Gentle touches weren’t going to do it, that much was obvious, and drawing this out was only going to prolong Deku’s suffering. Looks like he didn’t have any choice. Bakugo wrapped one arm around Deku’s waist to stabilize him. He brought his other hand to his mouth, using his teeth to tug off his glove. After spitting it to the ground, he around and up, quickly finding the zipper of Deku’s suit. It was hard to get it unzipped with Deku squirming against him, begging in a breathless voice for him to do something but he managed after a few moments, yanking the zipper all the way down. 

Releasing Deku’s waist, Bakugo tugged and pulled at the fabric until it was bunched up underneath his ass. Slipping his fingers underneath the hem of Deku’s underwear, he shoved those down as well, revealing the plump curve of Deku’s ass. A strong thrum of vibrant heat rolled through him. All the moisture vanished from his throat. Sucking in a shaky breath, sternly telling himself that this…this was just to help Deku get whatever this was out of his system, that he shouldn’t be getting this excited over something that Deku couldn’t even remotely consent to, Bakugo yanked open the front of his pants, pushing a hand inside to pull out of his throbbing cock. Damn, already this goddamn wet. His cock was slick in his hold. Taking one of Deku’s ass cheeks into his other hand, he spread him open. Deku choked out a desperate moan, shoving his butt back against Bakugo. 

“Kacchan-!” He wailed, his voice cracking, “Please-! Please-!”

Biting hard on the interior of his cheek, the pain helping him remain focus as the scorching want to just drive his cock into that tight hole threatened to overwhelm him, Bakugo spat onto his fingers and smeared the fluid over Deku’s entrance before easing a finger inside. Deku howled, the muscles in his back rippling. Clenching his teeth together, his head spinning, Bakugo made quick work of getting Deku ready. There was no need to prolong the prep part – Deku’s hole practically swallowed up his fingers. Pulling his drenched digits out of Deku’s ass, Bakugo lead the tip of his cock to his twitching hole. Before he had time to really think about what he was about to do, he slammed forward, driving the entirety of his length deep inside of Deku’s hole. Incredible, burning heat enveloped him. The pressure sucking his cock was so intense, it nearly hurt. A shrieking wail poured out of Deku’s mouth. Without a thought, Bakugo clamped a hand over Deku’s mouth, muffling the torrent of loud, lusty noises pouring out of him. It annoyed him a little at just how much he was annoyed at not being able to listen to those gorgeous sounds without his hand ruining them. 

Panting heavily, sweat rolling into his eyes, Bakugo curled his other hand tightly around Deku’s quivering hips, digging his blunt nails into his hot, sweaty, skin. Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck! It…it felt so good inside him! He…he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much-! Deku…he…he didn’t really want this. It was only because of the quirk that they were even doing this. Forcing out a long, shuddery breath, Bakugo slumped forward to drop his face into the curve of Deku’s shoulder. He curled his arms tightly around him, holding him still as he started to roughly slam into him. Deku slammed back against him, urging his cock in even deeper. The friction, the pressure, the heat…fuck, fuck, fuck, he wasn’t going to last long. This…this pleasure was nauseating and overwhelming. His cock felt like it was melting. His brain was completely blank. He…he hated this pleasure but couldn’t stop himself from craving even more of it. No…just the pleasure…he wanted more of Deku. Not just this single moment of heat and pleasure that would be forgotten once the quirk had worn off. He…he… 

Bakugo choked out a snarling groan. Stretching his mouth open, he chomped down hard on the sensitive stretch of skin connecting Deku’s throat to his shoulder. A violent jolt wracked Deku’s body. He let out a squealing, shrill wail. Drool poured out from underneath Bakugo’s hand. A slow glance down revealed a sticky mess of white all over the wall. Deku’s cock was twitching and pulsing, thick strands of jizz still clinging to the head. Was he still cumming? Bakugo kept moving, shoving in deep to really mess him up inside. Deku howled and wailed, clutching onto Bakugo’s arm for dear life. His hole clamped down even harder around him, squeezing him, milking him and Bakugo was in no position to stand against the fresh blast of ecstasy. Digging his teeth deeper into Deku’s skin, wanting to leave a mark that would take days to fade, Bakugo came, flooding Deku’s spasming insides with a heavy load of cum. Deku rose up onto the balls of his feet. His back arched. His eyes rolled back in his head. A high pitched whine pushed out from between Bakugo’s fingers. Still shaking from his own orgasm, Bakugo glanced down to Deku’s cock, an intense pulse of super-heated dizziness coursing through his head at the realization that nothing had come out this time. 

Laughing low in his throat, Bakugo dropped his drool drenched hand down to Deku’s cock, earning himself a broken, shattering cry when he wrapped his fingers around the nerd’s rigid, twitching cock, giving it a firm pump. Bringing his mouth to Deku’s ear, Bakugo murmured, his voice low and husky, “That wasn’t enough, huh? You want even more, don’t you, scum?”

“K…Kacchan…” Deku whimpered weakly, “More…mor…”

Bakugo snorted, clenching his teeth together in a snarling grin, “Not gonna remember a moment of this when you wake up, are you? Nah, you’ll forget all of it or you’ll pretend it never happened.”

Panting shallowly, Deku slowly, shakily turned his head to look up at Bakugo. Unfocused, dazed eyes, still brimming with a desperate need, met his. Audibly swallowing, Deku reached up with one trembling hand to loosely curl his fingers into Bakugo’s hair. A slight smile touched his wet, pink lips. Pulling in a deep breath, Deku gasped, “Don’t…don’t let me…forget, Kacchan. Don’t…don’t wanna forget…”

Bakugo’s eyes widened. His breath caught. A different kind of warmth, giddy and tingling, burst out from a mighty bloom in the center of his chest. For a moment, he was frozen, too stunned by those brutally genuine words to think or move or do much of anything other than stare into those dazed, beautiful eyes. Finally, with his heart coming close to breaking his ribcage, Bakugo tore his gaze away, clicking his tongue in forced annoyance. This damn nerd…was this still the quirk talking? Frowning, Bakugo looked back to Deku. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if it was the quirk or not. There was still too much haze, too much of that whimpering need to be held down and stuffed full for him to tell. Bakugo blinked slowly, blowing out a hard breath through his nose. Curling his fingers around Deku’s drool drenched jaw, he leaned in to press his lips to his in a deep, possessive kiss. Deku moaned loudly, pushing back into him, his lips moving clumsily over Bakugo’s. Didn’t want to forget, huh? Those words might be coming straight from the quirk…but he’d take them to heart. If this damn shitty nerd dared forget about this after the effects of the quirk had worn off, then he’d take great pleasure in reminding him.