Thread by @MistakeMedical

🥀Toxic Valentine's with Deku🥀
💧N° 2: I haven't missed you yet💧

⚠️ TW: hate sex, manipulation, angst, toxic relationship, ooc characters...

SHIP: #BKDK, #bakudeku

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Like clockwise, Izuku received Katsuki's desperate messages once he uploaded a photo of him to his social media.

This one wasn't even that bad, it was just a photo of three different cups of coffee in a dark small table. He usually posted much more provocative ones when

he really wanted Katsuki's attention, like when he went to clubs dressing as slutty as possible, sometimes shamelessly making out with random handsome guys.

He knew he would have the messages coming the minute he updated his inbox.

Because Bakugou loved to insult him in

every way possible. Calling him from "slut" to straight up threatening him.

And did that annoyed Izuku? No, all the contrary. He found it extremely funny to push the blond's buttons, seeing him so desperate to get a pinch of his attention, like nothing but the pathetic dog he

was.

Basically, Midoriya loved to rile up the angry blond, knowing he was all bark and no bite.

"I hope you choke."

Was the first message he received.

"Are all three for you? Fucking fatass."

"I don't believe you actually have friends."

Izuku couldn't help but to chuckle,

knowing he was the one outside, having some coffee with his colleagues, while Katsuki was all sad and pathetic alone at home.

Last he heard, he got in a physical fight with Kaminari and his group decided to cut him off.

Good for them, they gave Izuku endless entertainment by

being reminded what a fucking loser his former bully was.

"Mm? Izuku? What's so funny?" Ochako asked him, about to peek at his phone.

"Oh, nothing." Izuku made a face, turning off his phone "Just an All Might meme."

"Wow, you still like All Might? You're a true fan!" Iida

smiled at him.

And times like this, where he was comfortable, with people that loved him and cherished him, he wondered why he was so amused and obsessed with Katsuki's vile messages.

He could have blocked him long ago, when he began being a hateful asshole again after

realizing that his peak in middle school wasn't going to guarantee that people would like him just for being popular. But he didn't.

Those threats and those insults... They became comforting, in a fucked up way. Like Izuku felt on top of the world when he read them, a reminder

how karma shut his bully's mouth like a whip against his lips.

And also, as he was probably the only person talking with Katsuki, he got something more interesting.

"Get back here, Deku. I'm going to fucking-"

"Izuku please! I have something super important to say!"

Midoriya

stopped reading the text, closing his phone.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head "What is it?"

"I finally got that promotion!" Ochako clapped her hands.

"Congrats!"

"Congratulations, Uraraka!"

Yeah, that's right. This is where Izuku actually belonged. This felt nice.

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He arrived in the early night at his home. Just his.

He was a bit dizzy after the few beers he took in celebration of his friend's achievement, but he could gracefully remove his shoes and coat, finally stepping in the warmth of his house.

The heater had been running for a

while, and it was obvious by how cozy his house was.

However, just as he was going to change, put on his favourite show, abd drunkenly fall asleep to it, his plans were interrupted by the incessant ringing of his doorbell.

He groaned loudly. He knew who it was, but he didn't

want to entertain him tonight. Or well... He did want a good fucking after a long week of work.

"Deku, open the fucking door!" Katsuki began banging, making Midoriya realize that he could either answer or call the police.

Otherwise he would get a noise complain from the old

couple besides him.

"Yeah, yeah..." He opted to open the door.

"You fucking bi-"

"Are you going to fuck me or what?" Izuku interrupted him.

"Huh?"

"You came here to get your dick wet, didn't you?" He began chuckling "I know those three coffees got you riled up."

"You

are just a whore!"

"Then why did you come here, huh?" Izuku cut him off "If you aren't here to fuck me, then fuck off and fuck yourself!"

He ended up yelling the last part, then exploding in laughter. His sober self would have never come up with that one!

"You're drunk..."

Katsuki's voice trembled, in anger, in sadness, in fear.

"Well? Are you here to fuck me or not?"

Bakugou gritted his teeth, frowning.

He... He didn't know why he came to Izuku's doorstep. He didn't know why he hated Izuku so much.

But there was something more than doubt and

anger in him.

There was fear.

He feared how dependent he was on Izuku. His emotions all over the place with the single ring of his phone, his wrath taking the better of him when he saw him do anything. He couldn't even control himself to stop coming here.

To his door, to

his feet.

He didn't know, he hated not knowing, but worst of all... That wouldn't stop him from causing another mistake tonight.

"Step aside, idiot." He pushed Izuku in "You fucking slut need dicks more than air."

And Midoriya only smiled.

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Izuku rolled his eyes up, hugging his pillow, moaning and drooling onto it.

God, the angrier Katsuki got, the better he fucked.

Too bad that running mouth of him made him unbearable, otherwise he would make for a pretty nice boyfriend.

His dick punched Midoriya's gut in a

way no other man could, actually leaving a pleasant sensation rather than pain. It left Izuku trembling and wishing for more wherever Katsuki had to pull out.

"Take it, bitch."

"Do it harder."

"You fu-"

"Shh, don't talk!" The other turned around, making eye contact with

his partner "Don't ruin this."

Bakugou opened his eyes slightly, his frown falling down as he showed the pain of Izuku's words.

Midoriya stared at him, his brain suddenly snapping out of the fog. Worry filled him, knowing he had finally taken it too far.

He knew he had been

probing at his feelings, that he had been pushing his buttons with stupid petty stuff. But at the end of the day, he didn't realize that all his amusement came from the pain of the blond.

And it seemed like he had finally said something that went right through him.

Izuku wasn't

like that. He knew. He had always been kind and friendly, too forgiving for his taste.

Then why was he being so cruel to Katsuki? For revenge maybe?

It didn't feel good anymore. Even if this was all Katsuki's own fault, for instigating this.

Bakugou stopped for a moment, a

mere second of his whole facade breaking down.

The consequences of his actions hit him like a bag of bricks.

He was repulsive, disgusting, hateful and a desperate idiot.

However, his pride arose in the ashes of his anger, holding sadness from flourishing.

He closed his

mouth, shut his eyes, and accelerated his thrusts, squeezing Izuku's hips as if he was going to escape him.

Midoriya, before he could even propose to stop, was overwhelmed by the pleasure of sex.

A loud moan rolled out of his lips, as he went back to his pillow, hiding his

face in it.

His theory stood unmatched. The angrier Katsuki was, the better he fucked.

But that anger wasn't directed at him anymore, and it showed.

Slow, hard movements threw Izuku back and forth, his hips moving in unison with Katsuki's to make each thrust worth.

His

body and his mind clashed, but the pleasure dumbed him enough for Midoriya to just focus on the dick drilling his ass.

And despite everything, he felt close to orgasm, his spine shuddering as his body prepared for it.

He could feel everything. The fingers digging in his skin,

surely to leave marks that would last for weeks, the skin slapping his thighs and ass, the cock teasing his prostate when it gently pressed it with just the pressure of his girth,...

The itching inside of him grew more and more, taking all over his body as he ejaculated on the

towel below them, thick, creamy,...

Izuku had needed this for a while now.

His orgasm unraveled inside of him, breaking over his shame and self control, allowing him to moan out loud.

"Yes! Yes!"

His insides tightened, sucking Katsuki in, who, in concerned bliss, was

able to share his ecstasy, shamelessly, crude, and true to himself.

He grunted, burying himself deeply inside the other, feeling surrounded by warmth, infectious heat that rised up to his head.

He released his pent up feelings inside of Midoriya, his voice struggling to

keep inside as he felt everything leave him.

Both males fell on the bed, body on top of the other, both catching their breaths.

But the rising heat left as sudden as it came, cold settling in their bones.

Katsuki pushed himself away from Izuku, but didn't leave the bed,

laying face up, looking at the ceiling, unable to remove the horrid words out of his mind.

"Don't ruin this."

Midoriya, however, gave his back to the other man, not daring to look at his face. He couldn't even threw him out of his house, like he usually did, afraid it would

just be the final blow to their relationship.

So, in silence, both stood awkwardly, afraid of being the pop that would burst their bubble.

But also, for the first time in years, Katsuki spent the night at Izuku's place, in his bed, next to him. Instead of having to make the

walk of shame back into his home, alone and miserable.

With trembling hands, and fear in every movement, Bakugou grabbed the sheets and blankets on top of Izuku's bed, covering his naked body with them.

The owner didn't complain, doing the same thing.

This is the closest

they've been since they were kids.

And it felt weird.

"I'm sorry." Katsuki muttered, voice breaking as he spoke.

The tears couldn't be held in anymore.

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