Crack In My Palm

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki (Ground Zero)/Midoriya Izuku 

Rating: 18+

Tags: Adult!Bakugo, MS!Izuku, Blindfold, Gags, Overstimulation, Noncon, Mind break, Underage sex  

Expansion of this post:  https://twitter.com/naturallydeca/status/1209548940892364801?s=19 

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Collapsing down onto the mound of pillows, Bakugo shakily pushed a hand through his sweaty hair. A glance at the clock sitting on the bedside table revealed it was close to 5 am. He’d be expected at the agency in a couple of hours. Right now, he should be sleeping, recovering from another tough day of fighting villains. Yet here he was…only a short time from when he was supposed to clock in for yet another day of the same thing, wide awake, sleep the farthest thing from his mind. Blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, Bakugo turned his attention back to the trembling body sitting on top of him. Izuku…his sweet, adorable Izuku…slumped forward, breathing heavily, drool running in heavy streams down his throat. His small, slender body was coated in sweat and semen. There were thick strips of cloth over his eyes and mouth, both drenched with tears, snot and saliva. His hands were bound loosely behind his back. When they first started, hours ago, long before the sun had gone down, those binds had been much tighter but it had been necessary then. 

Izuku had been fighting him then. A drip of cold rolled down into Bakugo’s belly at the memory of those wide, terrified, teary eyes looking up at him, trying desperately to find some logic, some reason behind his actions. There had been no answer for him – only a cruel silence that he finally broke after he had Izuku bound, gagged and blindfolded, his legs forcibly spread as he sobbed and begged for Bakugo to stop. Those muffled, near incomprehensible pleads had turned into shrill squeals when Bakugo smeared lube all over his virgin hole and eased a finger inside. As he relentlessly fingered his hole, he leaned down to whisper into Izuku’s ear the cruelest, most despicable things – this was what he truly wanted, this was what he was meant for, not being a Hero, not being a Pro but being right here, underneath Bakugo, existing solely to please him. Each word sliced across his tongue, leaving behind a sickening taste in his mouth. How easily Izuku reacted, how quickly he became aroused as Bakugo forced his hole to stretch and soften made it all the easier to plant those venomous seeds. He kept fighting him, squirming and tugging on his restraints, pleading with him to stop, to take out his fingers, to come to his senses. 

The blindcloth, at first, had been simply to stop Izuku from looking at him like that but as his pleads became more desperate, higher pitched and broken, it started serving a different purpose…hiding Bakugo’s tears. It hurt…fuck, it hurt so goddamn fucking much. Each sob, each plead, each sharp breath, each pronounced tremble stabbed repeatedly into him, leaving him feeling like he’d see cracks spreading over the surface of his skin. He had to keep telling himself that this…this was for the best. Izuku…his beautiful, pure Izuku…he…he couldn’t let him be corrupted by the world of Heroes. All Might…that fucking bastard! How could he look at someone so innocent, so sensitive and make the decision to drag him into the dark, putrid world of Heroes? A world that was inundated with suffering, chaos and destruction? 

No…no, he wouldn’t allow it! Even if he had to destroy himself with grief by doing something so horrific to his Izuku, he would do so without hesitation. He…he would do anything for Izuku. He would do whatever he had too to keep him safe! 

The cry Izuku let out as he shoved his cock deep into his once virgin hole would haunt him for years. Despite that raw, guttural sound, Izuku came right away. It was despicable but…watching Izuku cum, shuddering and straining underneath him, his thin legs visibly trembling…he couldn’t remember the last thing that had turned him on that much. He used that just as he used everything else to continue hammering into Izuku’s mind that this…this was what he was meant for so why not give in? Why not submit to him? Izuku kept resisting him up to the fourth orgasm. Facedown on the bed, his ass held high up in the air, bouncing and jolting as Bakugo fucked him hard from behind, all he could do was whimper and sob. Occasionally, he managed to get out a weak ‘please’ or ‘stop’. 

It became easier the longer it went on. Bakugo’s first orgasm was torture. There’d been so pleasure. Only a sickening lurch of his stomach as Izuku wailed shrilly, every muscle in his body tensing up. Even Izuku cumming at the same time, spraying the sheets with a thick mess of white couldn’t incite even the slightest hint of heat. The second was similar but by the third, he was panting raggedly, sweat rolling into his eyes, every nerve in his body alight with an atrocious, disgusting pleasure. By the fourth, that cold nausea was beginning to fade. By the fifth, he was lying on top of Izuku, pounding down hard into him, kissing, licking and biting everywhere he could reach, gasping Izuku’s name on repeat, no longer able to hold back. 

The last few hours were a blur of sweat, semen and heat. How his stamina had lasted long enough to get them both to five in the morning was beyond him. Was this borne out of desperation? Swallowing hard, Bakugo placed his hand flush against Izuku’s chest. The boy’s slender body violently shuddered. He moaned softly, his head lifting slightly. How many times had they done it? How many times had Izuku cum? Was it working? Was it all for nothing? Bakugo pulled in a shaky breath. Dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, he reached up to untie the blindfold. A loathsome spasm of heat reverberated in the base of his belly. His somehow still hard cock twitched inside of Izuku, pulling another moan out of the boy. Hazy, dazed eyes, blazing with a shameless, naked want gazed down at him. There were practically hearts dancing in Izuku’s gaze. Trailing his fingers down Izuku’s tear soaked cheek, Bakugo slipped his fingers underneath the gag and tugged it away from his mouth. 

“Who do you belong to, Izuku?” Bakugo asked, keeping his voice a low rasp. 

“Y…You…” Izuku gasped breathlessly, “I…I belong to…you…”

Bakugo dragged the pad of his thumb over Izuku’s bottom lip, “That’s right. You’re mine. This is right where you’re meant to be. You got that, Izuku?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good. Now,” Bakugo dropped his hand to give Izuku’s ass a hard slap, “we’re not done yet. Get moving.”

“Y-Yes-!” Izuku panted. Mouth hanging open, his cheeks flushed a dark red, Izuku started to move, clumsily rocking his hips. Fresh pleasure ignited in his nerves, sending out a rush of intense tingles. The nausea was back in full force, sending his stomach violently whirling. Swallowing against the bile rising in his throat, Bakugo ran his hands all over Izuku’s trembling body. All Might would be furious…his successor being stolen away like this but…he would never regret this. His Izuku…was far too good for the world of Heroes. Right here, in Bakugo’s grasp, kept safe from the putrid world outside…this was where he was meant to be.