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It was Midoriya's idea.
It wasn't "somehow" he managed to be laying on his back on his bed. It wasn't "somehow" he had Bakugou in his room, standing at the edge of his bed. None of it was a mistake. Midoriya had to ask and Bakugou would never say no.
It was definitely the real deal when Midoriya unzipped Bakugou's jeans with his teeth. It was the real deal when he let his fingers slip in to pull Bakugou's cock out himself.
It wouldn't be fun if Bakugou forced him to do everything. It definitely wouldn't be fun if he did it himself. At least now it wasn't. They've reached a different point, where this was more fun for Midoriya than for Bakugou. And as much as Midoriya didn't want to admit it, there was something about the dirty act that was gratifying.
Was it the look on Bakugou's face every time it happened?
The way he got frustrated since Midoriya didn't have anything to complain about? The way it got him angry how it didn't turn out to be as humiliating as it should be?
It's always something different.
Today, Bakugou was going to ride Midoriya's face until he was a mess. But it was Midoriya's idea.
He's been taking it slow for just a little while, and Bakugou's patience was wearing thin. Midoriya wasn't scared, at least not right now since Bakugou was keeping his hands to himself. What he would give to just grab Midoriya's face and bring him much closer so his cock could fit down his throat. That's what Bakugou was waiting for. His hands twitched with the excitement.
He wanted to do it.
Midoriya's lips moved over the tip of his cock, his tongue flick slowly to taste his salty skin. Ever since he started that first time, Midoriya has never gotten over how much he wanted to have Bakugou in his mouth. He wasn't doing it because he liked it, but because he was used to it. He wanted to keep pressing his tongue over Bakugou's skin to taste the cum he would always swallow every time he did this.
He wasn't excited. This was normal.
Midoriya's mouth opened, releasing the pulsing cock from his wet grasp. "Kacchan..." He said quietly to get Bakugou's attention.
Bakugou looked down, seeing Midoriya's mouth open wide. He was waiting patiently for Bakugou to do what he does best. It's not like Midoriya liked it so much; the gritty feeling he got in his throat, the pain he'd get in his jaw, the literal choking he'd have to go through, none of this made giving a blowjob his favorite thing.
What he wanted was to get to the end of it because that was the best part.
Bakugou knew exactly what Midoriya's problem was, but he was not going to complain. He wouldn't since this was the greatest benefit. What's better than using Midoriya for his own gain? And even if he knew this was no where near humiliating for Midoriya, he was going to pretend it was just so he could get the gratification of it.
His hands moved to the sides of Midoriya's face, his calloused palms pressing on his cheeks, and he brought himself closer as his cock moved in Midoriya's mouth; he could feel the movement on Midoriya's cheeks but that wasn't the only thing he focused on. There was that heat again, the one that made him shiver and swear; his palms pressed in on Midoriya's cheeks, wanting to rub a little harder as he moved his hips into his face.
When did Midoriya get so good at this?
Bakugou has never been so confused yet grateful.
Practice made perfect.
It was odd that Bakugou was still moving so slow; he couldn't help but stare at Midoriya's neck, seeing every time he swallowed, the movement his Adam's apple made. If Bakugou were to trace his fingers on his skin, he'd be able to tell when Midoriya tried to breathe around his cock in his mouth. Instead, he kept his hands on Midoriya's face, moving his hips slowly to get a feel for Midoriya's mouth.
By now, he was used to it. He thought his cock fit perfectly, like Midoriya's mouth was just made for him to use. It was incredible.
Midoriya had more than enough time to get ready for Bakugou's violent nature. And it was unlike Bakugou to give so much time, it's not like him to be generous. Midoriya lifted his arms, his hands moving to Bakugou's waist as he felt him shift a little. Bakugou's fingers began to grip harder over Midoriya's face, holding his head up higher as he moved forward.
Slowly he could see the outline of his cock over Midoriya's throat when he was deep enough. That was the only thing he could stare at. He moved slow to watch the bulge grow bigger at Midoriya's neck. He couldn't describe his amazement, but it was definitely there. Now he could see his cock go down Midoriya's throat. He noticed Midoriya grabbing on to him harder, probably because he couldn't breathe, but Bakugou ignored the pain that was beginning to start at his waist. He wanted to feel the heat over his cock, and it was pure arousal when Midoriya gagged around him.
That was the feeling he was waiting for.
It didn't last long when Midoriya was practically begging to breathe. He didn't moan or sputter, but the way his body began to jolt on his bed was enough for Bakugou to get the picture. He pulled back, his cock sliding out of Midoriya's mouth easily.
Already, Midoriya was gasping for air. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, only being able to see the throbbing cock above him. It didn't take long for Bakugou to become erect this time. What could he have been thinking about to be like that already? Midoriya had the same expression like always when he does this, it's like he's thinking. He knows everything about what Bakugou likes and doesn't like, what makes him get more violent and what doesn't.
What makes him speechless.
What makes him come back for more.
Was there something else Midoriya needed to learn? Not really. He shifted his glance to look up at Bakugou, finding him staring right back down at him. They've been unsettlingly quiet together, it's been like this all day.
"What?" Bakugou broke that unbearable silence.
"N-nothing." Midoriya glanced somewhere else, his hands moving quickly by his side on the bed.
"Then stop fucking staring." Bakugou said abruptly. "And don't touch me either, I'll kill you." It was a quiet threat but it was a threat.
Now Midoriya had to keep his hands to himself or Bakugou would definitely blow him to bits. And like usual, Midoriya actually listened. Sure, he made his own comments in his head but he wouldn't say it out loud just because of the fear of what Bakugou could do to him. Or maybe it would be a better idea to get Bakugou riled up. Maybe it would feel better if Bakugou was angry and ready to fight, he'd have something to put that energy on, or someone.
It was a better idea that Midoriya didn't do anything to get on Bakugou's bad side.
Midoriya opened his mouth, letting his tongue out trace over Bakugou's skin slowly, feeling it pulse with every slow lick. Each warm breath made that skin jerk up over his face. Midoriya was eager to do a good job. Even now there was enthusiasm in his eyes.
That just made Bakugou want to ride his face more. He wanted the light in those big green eyes to fade.
He kept his bitter comments to himself and let out an easy breath. He wanted to stay calm for now. His fun was coming soon. If anything, he wanted Midoriya to last longer. Today would be the day to try it.
His hands pressed on Midoriya's cheeks again, getting him to open up obediently. Midoriya took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he took in everything he could because for a while, he won't be breathing easily. If Bakugou was in the mood, then Midoriya would be spared for just a moment, but he didn't plan for it to be that way. His fingers gripped the sheets and he did his best to stay as relaxed as possible.
Bakugou moved in his mouth like he belonged there, like Midoriya's mouth was made just for him and him only. This time his hands didn't press to hard on Midoriya's cheeks. Instead, when he was deep enough in Midoriya's mouth, his fingers began to rub his jaw and his throat, feeling the bulge in Midoriya's neck. Bakugou was slow. For now. His hips moved at a lazy rhythm just so his fingers could feel every time his cock reached in to Midoriya's throat.
There was no way for him to explain it but Bakugou liked it, he really liked it. His fingers pressed down over Midoriya's throat which caused him to jolt slowly; Bakugou felt the gag around his cock, the wetness flooding over his flesh and making him want to melt. He could stay in Midoriya's mouth for a while just to feel it move around his cock. The more Midoriya squirmed, the better it was. Bakugou was not kind when he pressed his fingers down on Midoriya's neck.
The sounds of muffled coughs and gags didn't make Bakugou pull away.
He watched as Midoriya's body shifted again on his bed, his legs pulling up, his fingers yanking at the bed sheets, but Midoriya was careful not to grab on to Bakugou, even if that was his only way of getting Bakugou away from him.
He told himself he didn't need to breathe.
At least not yet.
He wanted to keep going to impress Bakugou, as if everything else he's done hasn't been impressive enough.
Bakugou leaned his head back, his low moans heavy from his chest. It was just too easy to enjoy himself. He wasn't even ashamed. After all, this was Midoriya's idea. Bakugou has never felt so at ease. Right now, the tension didn't build. He just wanted to be sucked off.
When he pulled back far enough, Midoriya was the one to take over. His tongue wrapped around the tip of Bakugou's cock, and he let his mouth pool with saliva as he sucked slowly. Surprisingly, Bakugou didn't press his hands on Midoriya's face to shove him forward. He let Midoriya move on his own. It was the feeling of his wet lips over his skin that got to Bakugou. And how Midoriya breathed on him. And how slow he licked over his skin. Midoriya's lips pressed on Bakugou's skin as he pulled away, swallowing and breathing because he had the chance to. But he didn't stop. His tongue continued to lick the cock that twitched over his face. His lips trailed lower beneath the length, his mouth pressing on one ball, nipping lightly.
His hands lifted, about to take Bakugou by his waist to bring him closer, but he felt strong grips on his shoulders, making him move away quickly.
"Don't get overzealous." Bakugou said roughly.
Midoriya ignored the cock that was wetly pressing against the side of his face. His big green eyes were looking up at Bakugou innocently as if he hasn't done anything wrong.
And he didn't.
"Does it not feel good, Kacchan?" Midoriya asked.
It feels so damn amazing.
Bakugou's face was actually growing red. As he continued to stare down at Midoriya, his cock jerked with excitement. It was just the way Midoriya looked to him, how his cock was rubbing against his cheek, how Midoriya looked so hungry for more.
Those same big green eyes were wild.
This was Bakugou's chance to put Midoriya in his place. He would make Midoriya wish that he didn't suggest they do this. That's what Bakugou does best.
"Don't fucking touch me, okay, Deku? Or I swear to God-"
"I won't touch you." Midoriya told him.
Not like he would have the strength to.
Bakugou moved his hands from Midoriya's shoulders, taking his face instead and lifting his head up. Midoriya had more than enough time to breathe and get adjusted. Now it was time for the real fun. Midoriya was sure he could hold up; he wouldn't have suggested something as dangerous as this if he wasn't sure of himself. Even Bakugou expected that much as well. Bakugou pressed in on Midoriya's cheeks, a sign for him to open his mouth.
And even though Bakugou was nice enough to move slowly, it wasn't going to stay that way for long.
His hips moved into Midoriya's face, the bulge in his neck moving down his throat. Bakugou glared down at the sight, it was the only sight he needed to see, just his cock moved in Midoriya's throat.
His hands moved further back, gripping in Midoriya's hair and holding his head up more so he could be balls deep in his mouth. That's what made Bakugou's knees incredibly weak. For a second, he didn't know that anything could feel as amazing as that. And if he could stay for so long in Midoriya's mouth without moving, just to feel the heat all over him, and the shiver that happened whenever Midoriya was obedient to take him in his mouth like that, Bakugou would let it happen.
He cursed loud and bit his lip. His hips moved back a little only to push forward to Midoriya's face again. Bakugou swore he could feel everything about Midoriya's mouth, down to the very last detail.
When Midoriya's tongue pushed up over his skin, Bakugou did his best to force himself deeper. He looked down to see what Midoriya's throat looked like because he could obviously feel everything already. Bakugou noticed every out line of Midoriya's neck, the line of his jaw, the shape of his mouth. Even now, Midoriya was doing his best to move his lips and his tongue as Bakugou's grip tightened on him. He wasn't that successful.
The one thing he could do was take the way Bakugou was using his face.
And he swallowed over and over as if it were like drinking water.
Bakugou always loved it when he felt Midoriya's throat move and right now was no different. The gagging was the best part about it. And each time, Bakugou saw more and more stars. He wouldn't dare praise Midoriya for making him feel so good but he was getting incredibly close to letting it slip out of his mouth.
Midoriya's body began to move on the bed again. When he couldn't breathe, he squirmed and shifted, his legs pulling up, and his back arching slightly. Bakugou knew exactly what he was doing to him and he didn't care for the moment. It wasn't helpful that Midoriya was getting lightheaded with all the blood rushing to his head. And he couldn't breathe. Bakugou's hands kept Midoriya's head in place for just a second longer, enough to feel the amazing warmth around his cock before letting go.
He pulled away, his cock sliding out of Midoriya's mouth just as he gagged again, his body going through the motions. Thick strings of saliva from Midoriya's mouth remained hanging on Bakugou's glistening cock. Midoriya gasped for air heavily because he absolutely did need it. His body began to tremble on the bed, his fingers tensing with the blankets pulled up between them. His face was bright red and he couldn't hide it.
All he needed was to breathe.
"Getting a little lazy there." Bakugou's hand wrapped around his cock and he rubbed Midoriya's cheek. "Don't tell me you're already fucking tired." he sounded disappointed.
Midoriya definitely wasn't tired.
Midoriya swallowed and took in more air through his open mouth.
"This was your idea." Bakugou wanted him to remember that.
"I know." Midoriya closed his eyes and took another breath. This was his idea. He just needed a moment. It's not easy when Bakugou's completely riding his face. He deserved a little more credit.
His mouth opened again, his tongue hanging out, and he waited for Bakugou to go again. It was when Bakugou moved his hands from his head to his shoulders that he knew this was going to be the real deal. Bakugou was pinning him down so he couldn't move.
If what he did before wasn't torture enough, then Midoriya would be in for a rude awakening.
Bakugou was not gentle as he moved his cock in Midoriya's mouth. This time he moved all the way down in Midoriya's throat, as far as he could go but he didn't stay like that. He began thrusting his hips into Midoriya's face.
It wasn't easy to hold his mouth open, but after so many times of doing this, Midoriya had to say he was getting a better hang of it. He was careful not to let go of the blanket between his fingers. He remembered Bakugou's threat and he didn't want to get hurt. The pain in his chest was enough of a burden on him. But he still did his best anyway. He didn't do all that studying for nothing.
He knows that Bakugou loves it when he swallows around his cock, even gags over him too. He knows that if Bakugou can stay down longer, it puts him in a better mood. He might even be kinder.
With each thrust, Bakugou was forcing himself a little deeper. Midoriya began to lose feeling in his body when he was getting past his limit. His back arched off the bed and he was tempted to grab on to Bakugou to push him away. Bakugou would kill him. Midoriya could only suffer for so long.
Bakugou wasn't worried but he pulled away because he didn't think of himself as that terrible of a person. Midoriya jolted as Bakugou pulled away, another gag rippling through his body. At least now he could finally relax and breathe.
"Oi." Bakugou's fingers pressed on Midoriya's neck. "Focus." he said.
Midoriya could barely see. He tried to look around but all he got were dark spots in his vision. He wouldn't be able to do anything if Bakugou kept choking him. Plus he couldn't hold himself up either. The blurry vision began to fade, but the pain in his throat didn't. He swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth but the gritty feeling was still there. All he could do now was breathe.
Bakugou didn't have the time to wait.
"Come on, Deku." Bakugou urged impatiently, his thumb moving in Midoriya's open mouth, pulling at the inside of his cheek. "You can do better." he said.
Midoriya could do better.
He was panting for air. His body was still shaking. He was incredibly lightheaded. There was a small groan that came from his throat, a quiet whine that Bakugou took as a sign to keep going.
He was so close to cumming that he didn't want to stop now.
His hips moved, his cock pushing inside Midoriya's mouth. It was getting more difficult for Midoriya, but that was what he was getting himself into. The challenge was what he wanted to experience. He could overcome it, too. Bakugou was going to have to try so much harder to get Midoriya to break down.
Though, Bakugou didn't see this as a reason to make Midoriya cry anymore.
He was so into getting his cock sucked, so into feeling the intense warmth around his skin, so into feeling that same movement he liked that could honestly bring him to his knees, that he barely even noticed anything else. He might've had the motive to humiliate Midoriya before but that's long gone.
He swore as rolled his hips more over Midoriya's face. His hands kept Midoriya down by his shoulders, his grip getting so much harder as Midoriya began to shift and squirm again. Bakugou was not going to let go. He needed to feel the same pleasure for longer. If only Midoriya would stay down and fucking take it. Bakugou was convinced he could keep Midoriya down, but it would only get harder and harder. He looked down to see the bulge moving in Midoriya's throat because he liked it so much; his lip curled, a slight smirk on his mouth, as he breathed deeply from the feeling, something Midoriya wasn't able to do.
Midoriya got to his limit, and he could no longer let Bakugou keep going.
His hands reached up and he planned to grab hold of Bakugou to push him away for just a second so he could take a breather, but there was a strong grip on his wrists, making him keep his arms in the air while he struggled. Bakugou's hands weren't going to let go of Midoriya's wrist for just a while longer even if he felt the fighting strength. He ignored the way Midoriya's body moved on his bed, the repeated gagging and choking sounds, the constant struggle.
The more Midoriya squirmed, the better it felt.
He was so close.
And when Midoriya stopped putting up a fight, that's when Bakugou reached his climax.
He wasn't fast enough to pull out of Midoriya's mouth. The first wave of cum spilled down his throat. But Bakugou pulled back, his wet cock moving out of Midoriya's mouth so he could cum on his face too. Midoriya didn't care. He breathed deeply as Bakugou came on him; he knew that Bakugou would only care about finishing. He did everything he needed to.
The glow in his eyes didn't fade. The strength returned to his body as he was now able to breathe. The pain in his throat barely went away with each swallow. He could taste Bakugou's cum on his tongue but it wasn't a lot. Most of it was on his face.
Bakugou let go of Midoriya's hands once he finished.
He was mostly satisfied that he could cum on Midoriya's face. It's not like Midoriya cared much but Bakugou was still satisfied. What could he possibly say now about the way Midoriya looked? He almost smiled; it was definitely a sight to see, all his cum over Midoriya's red face. Bakugou planned to do this again in the near future, and this time, he was going to tie Midoriya down so he wouldn't move. He would get the same feeling when he does cum on Midoriya's face again.
Nothing could be better. Bakugou could stare at Midoriya's face just because his cum was all over him. What's even better is what he could do with this sort of view.
His finger moved on Midoriya's cheek, scooping up his thick cum over his skin, and he moved his finger into Midoriya's mouth, feeling his lips wrap around his skin as his tongue cleaned off the cum.
Bakugou didn't expect such a calm reaction but it didn't stop him from feeding the mess of cum to Midoriya anyway. Just hearing him swallow it every time was about to make Bakugou want to do this all over again.
It pissed him off.
Because this is the Deku, the boy that always does his best, who will never cease to amaze.