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🕑 Added 2020-03-02 03:01:42 +0000 UTCPairing: Bakugo Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Rating: 18+
Tags: Orgasm Control, Anal Sex, Dominant Deku, Submissive Bakugo
Summary: Cont of this thread! https://twitter.com/naturallydeca/status/1208052475963547648?s=19
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This was fucking torture! How much longer was shitty Deku going to make him wait?! It’d been hours! Did this braindead nerd not know how difficult it was to focus with a fucking string tied around his dick?! He was going crazy here! Trailing behind Kirishima, ignoring the concerned glances he kept shooting over his shoulder, hands (that were shaking despite his immense effort to make them stop) shoved deep in his pockets, Bakugo glared at Deku’s broad back, unconsciously watching the thin cloth shift over his muscles. Unlike the other boys, who kept looking back at Bakugo with the obvious question of ‘is he alright?’, ‘what’s wrong with him?’ clear in their gazes, Deku hadn’t looked at him once since they started the descent back to the lodge, nor had he given him even the slightest bit of attention during their training. It fucking infuriated him. How dare that asshole ignore him?! He was fucking agony over here because of his dumb ass and he couldn’t even act like he knew that?
Bakugo chewed at the interior of his cheeks. Scorching heat throbbed in his crotch. It was a miracle that his dick hadn’t fallen off from how tightly that stupid shoestring was wrapped around it. Despite it having been hours since he’d had that incredible cock buried deep inside him, he could still feel it so distinctively. It was driving him fucking crazy. He’d spent the entire training regime rock hard. His underwear was fucking soaked. There was only one thing keeping him from throwing himself at Deku’s feet and begging for him to finally let him cum, and that was his pride but that could only stretch so far. Right now, it was at its fucking breaking point. Anymore of this and he…he was going to do something…humiliating.
The moment they walked through the doors of the lodge, Deku wandered off to their room, leaving Bakugo staring hungrily after him. Seething with this maddening need, Bakugo lingered around the lounge before following after Deku. He really was going to make him do this, huh? That fucking bastard. Stomping along the hallway, Bakugo stopped in front of Deku’s dorm and slammed his fist against it. It took the nerd an infuriatingly long time to answer.
Smiling brightly, Deku had the audacity to ask, “Hey, what’s up, Kacchan?”
“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, scum.” Bakugo snarled, “I’m at the end of my rope here.”
Deku leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, “Oh? Then are you going to be honest?”
“Hah?”
Taking a step forward, wearing a sweet, playful smile, Deku pushed his face into Bakugo’s. He was slapped with a wave of his strong, masculine scent. Bakugo’s knees trembled. His cock twitched hard, sending out a fresh wave of pain and pleasure. Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck, this was bad. This fucker-! He…he was really going to make him humiliate himself! One of Deku’s large hands slipped between Bakugo’s thighs to give his aching, throbbing cock a gentle squeeze. Bakugo gasped sharply, his hips bucking forward. Deku chuckled happily, his bright eyes practically glowing with heated delight. Turning his head away, Bakugo covered his mouth with the back of his arm. He could feel the heat of Deku’s hand seeping through his jeans. The bastard wasn’t even touching him skin to skin but this one little thing was messing with him so much.
“You know what you gotta do.” Deku murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against Bakugo’s burning cheek, “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Fuck you.” Bakugo responded on instinct.
Deku’s warmth, his scent was gone in an instant. Stepping back, his expression neutral and distant, Deku said, “Wrong answer. You can come back in an hour. Bye, Kacchan.”
With that said, Deku went to close the door. A spasm of panic throbbed in the center of his chest. Fuck…fuck, fuck, what if he didn’t open the door again?! What if he made him wait all night?! He…he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t want to sacrifice his pride but-! But-! The door was halfway closed when Bakugo lashed out to grab hold of the front of Deku’s shirt. Still wearing that neutral expression, Deku pushed the door back once more. Panting raggedly, staring down at the floor, sweat running in fat droplets down his face, Bakugo realized in that moment that he…he was done for. No one else was ever going to be able to satisfy him like Deku could. That left him with no other choice than to do exactly what this fucker wanted.
“Well?” Deku said expectantly.
There was no going back for him. He…he needed it. He needed Deku’s cock-!
“F…fuck me.” Bakugo ground out, “Just like you did last night…fuck me…”
In a flash of movement, Deku wrenched him into their room. He was slammed up against the wall. A powerful hand wrenched down his pants, exposing his plump ass. Deku reached around to untie the shoelace tied around his now bright red, swollen cock. There was no build up, no preparation, no warning. Grabbing hold of Bakugo’s hips, Deku brought the head of his massive cock to Bakugo’s hole and slammed forward, driving the entirety of his length inside him. Deku clamped over his mouth but there was no need. He couldn’t make a sound. That one thrust forced all the air out of his lungs. Bakugo’s eyes rolled back in his head. A torrent of jizz flooded out of his cock, smearing all over the wall. The pleasure was so intense, it was painful. He…he had never experienced an orgasm like this anymore. It…it felt like the synapses in his head were begin rewritten, like his nerves were being rewired, like his body was being simultaneously destroyed and remade by the sheer force of this devastating ecstasy.
“Does it feel good, Kacchan?” Deku cooed into his ear as he fucked him hard enough to make his hips bang against the wall.
“G-Good…” Kacchan gasped against Deku’s hand. Ah…there was no going back for him. He was a slave to this cock. Oddly enough, that didn’t bother him that much. Deku…he…he was perfect. There was no one else who could possibly compare to him. Bakugo…he needed him…so he would do whatever this fucking bastard told him too.
