#bkdk 🔞 joining the Fuck Deku in Kacchan's Clothes parade | clothed...
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Jan 23, 2026
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#bkdk 🔞 joining the Fuck Deku in Kacchan's Clothes parade | clothed frotting, cumming in pants, somno
QRTs makes me happy!
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Bakugou Katsuki had two huge fucking problems.
QRTs makes me happy!
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Bakugou Katsuki had two huge fucking problems.
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One was green, freckled, and dead asleep on their couch. Nothing but God herself could come and wake Deku up now.
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Not even an explosion in close proximity would do it; Katsuki had tried, once (they'd both fallen asleep on the couch after a particularly grueling patrol, Katsuki had woken up to a spider at his arm, and he did not scream, fuck you very much).
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When Deku's this exhausted after running ragged for however long it had been this time around, he'd fall asleep and stay that way until he was done and rested.
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The second problem was the goddamn tent in Katsuki's pants.
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Because no, Deku couldn't be a normal human being and pass out in his own fucking bed. He had to be here, on the couch, in full view.
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Because not only was Katsuki's stupid (adorable) crush too fucking cute when asleep, he also seemed to have been in the middle of a load of laundry when sleep came knocking with a Texas Smash.
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And for some reason, that meant Deku decided to wear one of Katsuki's old shirts, the black skull shirt so washed out and stretched from a decade of wear it was only a phantom of what it once was.
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It hung loose over Deku's frame, because despite being built like a brick fucking house, Katsuki's shirt made him look damn near waifish. It spilled off one shoulder revealing a sea of freckles and was just long enough to end at the world's most delicious looking thighs.
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Tanned and smooth, so plump and thick from nearly a decade of Shoot Style. Barely hidden behind soft, frayed hems.
God, Katsuki wanted to take a bite out of him.
God, Katsuki wanted to take a bite out of him.
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He hovered over the couch, eyes dragging along the length of his roommate's body stretched out across the couch like some Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls bullshit, but flat on his stomach, arms pillowing
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his head of messy green curls, one leg drawn up like he was in the middle of climbing a wall.
Stupid nerd, looking so stupid and cute.
Stupid nerd, looking so stupid and cute.
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Katsuki didn't realize he'd sat down until he had Deku's outreached leg in his lap. He mindlessly ran his hand up the toned muscle, over fading scars and counted every freckle until he brushed along the hem of his old shirt.
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He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he should get up and lock himself in his room and let sleeping nerds lie. He can take care of one of his problems with his hand and some lube; as dissatisfying as it might be, but he couldn't just keep feeling up his roommate like this.
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His hand pushed up the hem of the shirt and he had to pull his hands away or risk setting everything on fire when they popped involuntarily. He wasn't sure what he'd expected under the shirt–boxers, probably, something dorky and All Might branded.
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It sure as hell wasn't the black shorts with the all too familiar orange X curling over half an ass cheek.
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Katsuki's eyes widened. It was no surprise that Deku had plenty of merch from their classmates; he was especially fond of branded clothes, hoodies and track pants, beanies and shoes. Katsuki was well aware he had collected one of everyone's over the past few years. But this?
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This was /prototype/ Dynamight shorts. This was the tail end of their second year, post-war, first merch line era Dynamight shit.
A hot coil of possessive fire curled in his gut. His cock twitched in his pants.
A hot coil of possessive fire curled in his gut. His cock twitched in his pants.
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Deku has had this since their U.A. days?
That much was clear. They certainly fit like they were that old.
That much was clear. They certainly fit like they were that old.
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Sure, Deku had been stocky and built back then too, but the Deku now still dwarfed the Deku then. Getting through puberty and a decade of hero work would buff anyone. And the Deku of now was not contained by prototype Dynamight shorts.
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His ass spilled out in pudgy, freckled globes. The fabric clung tight to his hips, clearly a size too small, at least.
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"Fuck," Katsuki hissed, hand moving before he could think about it. Deku's ass was plush between his fingers. He gave it a considerable squeeze, loving the way his hands engulfed it. Deku shifted, minutely, and gave a tiny, sleepy groan.
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"Oh, you like that, huh Deku?" Katsuki chuckled quietly, though he knew he didn't have to. "God, look at you. Wearing my colors, my goddamn /shirt/. Like I fucking own you, damn."
Katsuki crawled between Deku's legs, shifting one aside to spread them open.
Katsuki crawled between Deku's legs, shifting one aside to spread them open.
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"Y'like being branded by me? Like having your precious Kacchan all over you?" Katsuki growled, palming his cock through his pants. The touch blazed through him.
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He wanted Deku's ass to take him all in, wanted to feel the nerd squirm under him.
Wanted to shove his cock down his throat and watch him choke on it.
Wanted to shove his cock down his throat and watch him choke on it.
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He could never, /would/ never, unless the nerd was awake. Katsuki couldn't even gather the strength to /confess/ to the fucker, let alone do any of that.
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But his body moved while his brain was stalled on the image of Deku in his clothes, in his colors. Of that ass spilling out like it was a devil fleeing heaven. No, the only sinner here was Katsuki, and he was rolling his hips up Deku's ass like a fucking animal.
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His aching cock chafed in his pants, the swell of Deku's ass felt infuriatingly good against him. Katsuki lowered himself over Deku's prone body, arms framing his head, and pressed his face into his neck.
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He smelled a little musky still, like he hadn't had the time to shower when he came home. It should have been gross, but the tang of sweat and lingering zing of ozone made Katsuki's mouth flood.
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Maybe something really was wrong with him. Here he was, panting and rutting and drooling over his childhood friend/former bullying target/rival/friend/roommate like a fucking dog. Lust clouded his brain.
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He couldn't think outside of the image of Deku, in his clothes, in their house, in those goddamn shorts. This was almost as bad as that fucking Mirko costume at New Year's.
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/Fuck/. Now he was thinking about spandex and thigh highs, a winning, crouching Deku in white and purple.
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Those stupid rabbit ears that almost had him asking the internet, /'am i a fucking furry'/ after the most furious jerk off session he'd ever had, thinking of freckles and cottontails.
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Katsuki growled, deep in his chest. His hips went from sharp rolls to desperate jerks, frantically chasing a high he wasn't sure he could safely come down from.
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He huffed and puffed against Deku's neck, nosing at his pulse point, lips ghosting over a trail of freckles he wanted to capture in his mouth.
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/No/, no biting. Fuck, he wouldn't last. He was like a rabid teenager when he got like this. He just wanted his hands on Deku, wanted to feel the give of his skin, wanted to take whatever the nerd gave him and return it tenfold.
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He wanted to lavish that asshole with his mouth and hands and dick. He wanted to hear all the sounds he knew the nerd would make. He was a mumbler on a regular day, and Katsuki knew he'd be a screamer too.
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Katsuki's tongue darted out, swiping up a trail of sweat and musk that was so wholly Deku, it practically bounced against his teeth. He felt that flame in his gut blaze out of control, snapping the taut strings that had been keeping him aloft.
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With a loud groan, he pressed his hips against Deku's, cum flooding his boxers, staining his pants. His vision whited out for a moment, stars flickering in his eyes.
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Katsuki kept himself propped over Deku, arms twitching from the effort of keeping himself steady. He blinked the growing blur away from his eyes and looked down to see Deku, still blissfully asleep, unaware of the shit Katsuki had just done.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
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He was the worst human being in the damn world. Usually, he flaunted being the best. But if being the best also meant he was the worst kind of monster, then maybe he shouldn't be.
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Katsuki swallowed hard, disgusted at the cooling wetness at his crotch. Well, the nerd was doing laundry anyway.
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He staggered to his feet, swaying as he stood and watched Deku sleep for another minute. There was no evidence of what he'd just done. He almost wished there was something he left behind, a mark to really show all those extras who Deku belonged to.
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Katsuki scowled at himself and stomped off to finish the load still in the machine.
Deku roused at the sound of a slamming door, wondering why his neck was wet and his cock hard.
Deku roused at the sound of a slamming door, wondering why his neck was wet and his cock hard.
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[tbc]?
Thank you Dallie for Skull & Bone(r) brain rot. I still want that to be a real thing 😂 and also thank you Dallie (again), Obi & MJ for the somno flavoring! I've never written somno before! That was fun!
Thank you Dallie for Skull & Bone(r) brain rot. I still want that to be a real thing 😂 and also thank you Dallie (again), Obi & MJ for the somno flavoring! I've never written somno before! That was fun!
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I have some ideas for a continuation of this, so if you wanna see it, consider dropping into my Ko-Fi!
What do you think I should title this thread?
Ko-Fi.com/bundie
What do you think I should title this thread?
Ko-Fi.com/bundie
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Bundie | find me on 🟦🦋@bunbundiegle
#bkdk 🔞 joining the Fuck Deku in Kacchan's Clothes parade | clothed frotting, cumming in pants, somno
QRTs makes me happy!
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Bakugou Katsuki had two huge fucking problems.
QRTs makes me happy!
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Bakugou Katsuki had two huge fucking problems.
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Part 2!
Bundie | find me on 🟦🦋@bunbundiegle
Hoodie One Shot Part 2 #bkdk 🔞 masturbation, clothes stealing, scent kink, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, creampie
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Kacchan had been avoiding him.
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Kacchan had been avoiding him.
