Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

The Moment Virginity Got Lost

Implied 'Love Making'
Aftercare

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The first time Izuku opened his eyes that morning, his awareness in the dark was limited to 4 things: the stickiness that seemed to coat his entire body; the feeling of a warm muscular body against his own; the aching pain in his butt; and the sweet smell of nitroglycerin.

It hit him that last night had really happened...

Izuku had lost his virginity to his childhood friend after a heated late night sparring session had sent their hormones and emotions into overdrive.

It had been Kacchan’s first time as well, so neither of them really knew what they were doing... The resultant sex had been messy and animalistic, as they desperately explored every inch of each other's body, inside and out.

Izuku snuggled closer to Kacchan’s warmth, unbothered by the stickiness of sweat and… other stuff. They hadn’t slept in the same bed since they were kids... It felt like some sort of homecoming.

The next time he woke was to the feeling of a warm, wet cloth running across his chest.

Izuku’s eyes opened slowly, finding Kacchan’s dorm room painted in a surreal light by the vibrant orange sunrise.

Kacchan looked as if he was fresh out of the shower, with wet hair and his lower body wrapped in a towel. He was sitting on the side of the bed washing Izuku with a cloth. Calm red eyes were completely focused on the task.

“Kacchan...” He breathed, overcome with emotion by the tenderness of the blond boy’s touch.

He only received a grunt in reply, but the cloth’s path continued down to Izuku’s abs.

“You don’t have to--”

“Shut up, nerd, just let me take care of you.”

Izuku blinked, not expecting that Kacchan would be such a considerate lover. He made a mental note to update his notebooks with this information.

He might need to start a new notebook... He knew so many things about Kacchan now... things that he had never dreamed of knowing… a notebook with a lock would be preferable...

A large bucket of hot water sat on a bedside table next to Kacchan. Occasionally, he’d dip the cloth in the water to clean it.

Izuku closed his eyes and savored the slow, meditative cleaning of his torso, his legs, then his thighs. His heart melted from being the object of tender attention from the boy Izuku had chased for most of his life.

Izuku’s breath hitched as he felt the wet cloth on his balls, his legs unconsciously spreading for Kacchan.

He opened his eyes and met Kacchan’s gaze. The blonde boy smirked as he kneaded and massaged Izuku’s balls while he cleaned them. Izuku reddened at the casual intimacy of the act.

Izuku felt his desire building. He brought his hand up, gripping Kacchan’s thigh through his towel to ground himself.

The cloth travelled up to wrap around Izuku’s growing erection. He whimpered from the sensation of hardening within Kacchan’s grasp.

The warm wetness of it reminded Izuku of the previous night, when Kacchan’s mouth had him seeing stars. He immediately went rock hard from the memory.

As Kacchan slowly pumped Izuku’s length with the cloth, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Izuku’s lips.

Izuku panted softly against Kacchan’s mouth.

“Hey, don’t stop!” He whined as the cloth disappeared from his erection and Kacchan broke the kiss. The air felt too cold against the cleaned area.