(Not my Work) Birthday Gift Story (AU Bakugou Vore Fic)
This is an awesome gift an anonymous user, we’ll call her “Jen” wrote up and sent to my inbox. It was incredibly sweet of her to write up, and since it featured Werewolf Bakugou, I thought I’d share it with y’all after applying some clean up and tweaks. Once again, a HUGE thanks to Jen for taking the time to write this up. Things have been...not great on my end due to where I live being ravaged by police brutality, but this certainly, to quote Thanos, puts a smile on my face. And I’m hoping it’ll put one on yours as well. ;)
“Oh my gosh, shut the FUCK UP, YOU DAMN DEKU!!”
“S-s-sorry, Kacchan…” Deku looked down at his hands before stealing a glance at the mahogany-colored couch his childhood friend and Todoroki were currently occupying. The three teens had seeked refugee from the full moon, and for good reason.
Although the moon’s rays couldn’t penetrate the walls enough to make Bakugou turn, the last day of October granted him the troublesome tail and furry ears that twitched in annoyance. Todoroki appeared paler than normal, but he seemed to be fine if not bored, munching on his fourth blood sausage of the evening. He didn’t even bat an eye as he claimed first place in Mario Kart 8 again, opting to raise an eyebrow at a steaming Bakugou.
“FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK YOU, YA FUCKING ICYHOT!!”
Deku chuckled as he took a look at his body again.
He wasn’t sure what the white covering was for, or if he really was a ghost. Multiple attempts to phase through anything ended in failure (“Thank goodness Mom isn’t home.”) Lifting up the white head covering revealed a massive dent in his skull, and his transparent arms and legs were angled in odd directions.
He had a good guess as to how he ‘died’, but decided not to dwell on it too much. Bakugou would actually be horrified underneath all the swearing.
“Odd, despite the peculiar angles of my limbs, they seem to be fully functional. I wonder if this is a side effect of One-For-All? Then there’s the fact that I can’t phase through anything yet. I bet Mirio would be able to help with that. Now that I think about it, is he even a ghost? Is he a phantom? Is there a difference? I wonder if there’s a correlation with quirks and Halloween appearances. Kacchan is a werewolf, but that has nothing to do with explosions. Do wolves have special sweat? I’ll have to look into that. Todoroki is displaying vamperic tendencies; is it because blood can be bent like water? But Todoroki can only manipulate ice, not water. Hm, I wonder if -”
“FUCKING DEKU!!” Bakugou’s tail wagged angrily as he leapt off the couch. Todoroki yawned as he flipped a sausage over, flinching when grease popped on his arm. “If you’re going to fuckin’ mutter, then fuckin’ hydrate, ya damn nerd!” Deku blinked as a glass of purple-colored beverage was shoved into his hands. Bakugou shoved his hands into his pants pocket.
“Oh, uh, okay!” Deku beamed. “Thanks, Kacchan!”
“Tch.”
Deku put the glass to his lips and took several large gulps before pulling back with a grimace.
“Bleh! What was this, Ka- Kacchan? Why are you smirking? What did you… Oh… Oh I feel really weird… Blerf, I don’ feel s’ goo’…”
“Wasn’t Round Cheeks here today, Deku?”
“Yeah, she… Wen’ home…”
“Well she left some kind o’ potion or some shit. Apparently it makes things shrink. Like little annoying Dekus.” The green-haired boy’s eyes widened, unlike the rest of his body, which was now the size of a small action figure.
Bakugou reached down and plucked him up with two fingers.
“Put me down Kacchan!”
“Oy, ain’t that a riot… Barkin’ orders at me, ya damn Deku?”
“I’m serious Kacchan!”
“Heh. So am I.” Grasping the boy in his hand, he brought Deku to his currently flat abs.
GrrooowwlooOgl…
“Ya hear that? All this racin’ with fuckin’ Icyhot has worked up quite the appetite.”
Deku paled.
“Kacchan, you better not!”
“Heh, it’s fuckin’ Halloween. You ain’t gettin’ any tricks, but I’ll get a fuckin’ treat!” Deku barely had time to gasp before Bakugou’s mouth opened wide, his pink tongue beckoning the boy in.
He didn’t have much of a choice, with Bakugou letting go and whatnot.
“D-dangit!” Deku wailed before a slap to the face disoriented him. Bakugou wasted no time lapping up the sweet flavors. He cocked his head to the side as he gently prodded Deku.
“Heh… Ya feel like Jello,” he muttered.
Deku didn’t like that.
“Let me out of - mmph!” Another swipe of Bakugou’s tongue robbed Deku of any protests. As tasty as his childhood 'friend’ was, Bakugou was eager to kick Icyhot’s ass, and he couldn’t do that with food in his mouth. So with a hearty
GulUK!
Throat muscles tugged the hero-in-training down down down. Deku huffed and rammed an elbow into his friend’s throat. “You better stop, Kacchan!”
Bakugou grimaced, pissed but slightly impressed at Deku’s determination. Despite his valiant efforts, Deku forgot one important detail.
His body had the consistency of jello. Placing a finger on the bulge in his throat, Bakugou swallowed heartily once more.
GuWULP!
Without much rigidity in his phantom body, Deku could only squirm in protest, an action that elicited a deep moan.
Plop!
The opening underneath Deku expanded, and he found himself landing headfirst into his friend’s gurgling organ.
Kacchan’s stomach.
“Ahh…” The sound of satisfaction echoed around the cavern as Deku took a look at his surroundings. Slime dripped from the pulsating walls while the smell of innards and lemonade filled his nostrils. The stomach was almost pitch-black, yet he was able to see wrinkly pink walls with ease. Despite the unpleasant smell, the warmth emitted from his friend’s body made the place slightly bearable.
“I can see in the dark? Is it because I’m 'dead’? Hey wait! Kacchan! Let me out!”
“Heheh.” Bakugou patted his stomach firmly.
GrooWooWl…
“Oh no,” Deku sighed as the smell of lemons grew in intensity. The pressure increased as he clamped his hands over his ears.
“I won’t letcha out just yet, but I’ll let this out!”
“Kacchan, don’t you d-”
BreeeEEEEEAUUUUUUUUUUUrrrrrRRRUp!
A sizable pocket of air raced past Deku and roared out of the blond teen’s mouth in a bassy and deep belch.
Not surprisingly, Shoto didn’t respond, either out of apathy or intense concentration on obtaining the perfect char for his sausage.
Meanwhile, Bakugou leaned back on the sofa and smirked.
“Oof! That one felt good comin’ up!” Deku frowned and crossed his arms.
“Kacchan, I’ll give you one heck of a stomachache if you don’t let me out!”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see what ya put up, morsel.” Bakugou slapped his stomach before grimacingand expelling a deep but short burp. Deku huffed before channeling One For All throughout his body. Despite his otherworldly appearance, One For All still managed to work, even if he looked like a glowing glob of lime Jello.
“One For All, Full Cowling! 10%! Detroit…
SMAAAAAAAASH!”
A solid punch landed right in Kacchan’s rippling surface, causing the boy’s eyes to widen.
“Urgh, fuck…!”
Another blow had him angrily smacking where he felt the last punch. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) his smack coincided with Deku’s roundhouse kick, bouncing the green-haired boy back. Bakugou huffed before throwing his head back.
UuuUUUUUUuuURRRRRROOooOOUUURP!
A tremendously bassy belch brought back up a peculiar aftertaste of… Lime?
Bakugou’s brow crinkled before he expelled another
HOOOOOOOOOUUUUUAAAAARP!
...Followed by several more belches from deep within his gut.
Bakugou’s bassy eructations rattled the poor boy inside. Several times he felt his hair blow up, and once his feet barely touched the ground.
“UuRuOp! Ya done in there, shitty nerd?!” Bakugou’s voice boomed. Deku sighed.
“Of course not.” He hoped Kacchan couldn’t hear the exhaustion in his voice. Not only was using One For All more taxing in this phantom form, but the heat within the blurbling stomach encouraged Deku to take a break and just sleep.
But he had to try.
GULUK! GUU-ULUUUP! GULUP! GUUULP!
His feet moved before his mind could process the rich gulps that brought a deluge of carbonated lemonade.
Great. Leave it to Kacchan to rub salt in the wound.
The fizzy beverage sloshed about in the stomach, affecting Deku’s balance. He didn’t care. All the extra carbonation would do wonders in getting him out, if he timed it right.
“Guh!” Bakugou sighed as he pulled the now empty can from his lips before blowing up said can. He caressed his bloated stomach gingerly, knowing shitty Deku would probably use the extra gas to try to blast his way out. Squeezing the stomach forced some of the air out in an especially throaty belch.
BEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP!!
Bakugou frowned. Without that extra air, he could easily feel Deku bouncing about, utilizing his stomach’s abilities to toss himself about in an endeavor to work up a monster belch. He put a fist to his mouth.
MmmmmmmmMMMMMRRRRPH!
He barely had time to blow the fetid air away before another belched rocketed out, followed by several others, each growing deeper and wetter.
“You sound like you’re going to puke,” Shoto noted as he emerged from the kitchen. Bakugou turned to him.
“Fuck ya too, IcyHoOOOOOOOOOOT,” he spat before burping the last bit.
GROOWL! Grooooooowuuul…
His stomach hissed before moaning. Wherever Deku hit, he managed to dislodge a massive pocket. Bakugou barely resisted the urge to double over, opting to cradle his pissed organ. Any expletives targeted towards the boy in his stomach were silenced as something massive made its way up his throat.
Inside, Deku panted with his hands on his knees. His body ached for some reason, but he finally managed to create enough pressure to get him out of his lemonade sauna. The air grew thicker and thicker while the stomach’s protests assualted Deku’s ears to no end. He shut his eyes as his feet lifted off the ground. Removing the hand from his mouth, Bakugou threw his head back to unleash the colossal
BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!
Lasting an astonishing ten seconds, Bakugou’s belch was so powerful Shoto could feel it vibrating his plate. He quietly sent his condolences to anyone within a mile radius who was woken up by the belch.
Bakugou gasped as the belch finally ended. He may have felt a bit relieved, but his stomach had other plans.
HoooooOOOOOOOOOoooooUUUURP!!
OooOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURP!
UUUUUuuuuuUuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRP!
Several more bassy, lemon-lime-and-innard-scented burps erupted from the blond’s mouth, occasionally spraying flecks of saliva. Shoto, for his part, contently munched on his sausage.
After a particularly wet burp, Bakugou flopped back on the couch.
“Oh my fuckin’ God,” he gasped with a weary grin.
For all his belching, Deku had not escaped his stomach.
Midoriya groaned as he found himself splayed out on one of the stomach walls. All those belches, and not one of them freed him. They made his ears ring, yes. They tussled his hair and tossed him about, yes. But did they free him?
Absolutely not.
“Guh, gotta admit, those were pretty painful,” Bakugou boomed.
Deku shook his head.
“When will you let Midoriya out?” Shoto asked before choosing a racetrack for Mario Kart.
“Eh, soon. 'Sides, he’s a damn phantom. Fucker’s practically dead, can’t die in there,” Bakugou said with several hard smacks.
“But I’ll let something else out.”
“Kacchan,” Deku warned as he made peace with his situation and tried to get comfortable, “don’t you-”
UUUUUUuuuuUUuuuUuuuuUuurp!
“One fucker down, one more to - is this motherfuckin’ Rainbow ROAD?!”
“Yep,” Shoto said as the countdown began. “Get ready.”
“You fucking fuck.”
{Haha, how was it? I hope I did it justice. I tried to use some of your methods. Hope you have a bombastic birthday!}