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From Bakugou
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Wanna fuck?
Shouto stared down at the very unexpected photo of Bakugou’s hard dick looking right back at him. It was mostly his cock taking up the picture as a hand was wrapped around the base and precum leaked from the angry red tip.
Bakugou only texted Shouto first if they had a mission together and that was pretty much the extent of their cellular communication. They were in enough group chats together (there seemed to be one for everything), however Bakugou basically ignored Shouto’s existence and really, quite everyone else too as he didn’t seem to be much of a phone guy.
Except in this case... asking if Shouto wants to hook up? He has to admit, the thought doesn’t cause him worry or an ill reaction, if anything he felt the warmth pool lower once he got over the initial shock. He’s definitely heard his friends using dating apps to get laid when they weren’t in a relationship and Shouto tried once, but he didn’t like the twenty messages he got blasted with that immediately asked him for nudes.
Did Bakugou think of him in this way? Did he touch himself and get this hard thinking of Shouto? Wondering what Shouto’s reaction would be to seeing this? I mean, it’s a little... brash and sudden, but what part of Bakugou isn’t?
Shouto thought about it, considered it really when his friends would gossip and of them all he’d put Bakugou pretty high up on his hypothetical list of people he’d sleep with. And perhaps this was a sign Bakugou felt the same way about him? It was probably more traditional to go out on some dates first, but Shouto will take the offer literally sitting in his inbox.
To Bakugou
Yes, I’m free tonight.
Shouto hoped he didn’t wait too long to reply back, a guy like Bakugou definitely has other people he could hit up... but he picked Shouto and that makes his cheeks go warm.
From Bakugou
K cool
Wait
What the fuck WHY DID U ANSWER THIS???
HOW DID U
Oh my god this went to the wrong person for fucks sake
Ah... Shouto’s heart sank as he read the incoming texts, he was prepared to give an apology when his phone kept vibrating.
From Bakugou
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
K whatever
I’ll be over in 15
To Bakugou
Are you sure? We don’t have to.
From Bakugou
You said yes why would I turn down easy ass
Well, that is sound logic...
Fifteen minutes... Shouto sprang out of his desk chair to hurry into a quick shower, although he was fairly clean already, it wouldn’t hurt. What else would he have to do, there were dirty dishes in the sink and he planned on vacuuming tomorrow so maybe he should move that up to now?
Did all this matter when Bakugou was coming over for one thing... yes, he couldn’t let Bakugou think he lived in a pigsty. He tossed on some sweats and a clean shirt he pulled out of a drawer, went without underwear just so they could cut to the chase.
... Shouto had to not get distracted at the thought of Bakugou’s hands on him as he tidied up the small living area and figured that was probably good enough? They wouldn’t be having sex on the couch unless Bakugou insisted on it, but he didn’t want a mess there either.
His phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts and he went off to his bedroom to go pick it up, “Hello?”
“What apartment you staying in?”
“Six-oh-two.”
“Kay.”
And Bakugou hung up, great at least he’s here. Shouto did a double check of himself in the mirror, his hair had gotten long enough to tickle his shoulders and he left it in a ponytail. He didn’t really have the time to make himself look too nice, too busy fretting over cleaning his apartment, but hopefully Bakugou wouldn’t be turned off.
Would find him... fuckable? That sounds like something he picked up from Mina.
Cologne... cologne! He’ll spray that on himself and be all ready. Bakugou will still want him, even if he was the wrong person... just who has that picture intended for? Shouto would be jealous of them if he didn’t hear knocking on his door and know for a fact (?) that Bakugou would be sleeping with him very shortly.
He was welcomed to Bakugou in a bright orange zip up hoodie that was unzipped, revealing his black tank top underneath and the joggers that matched. Seeing Bakugou outside of his hero uniform was a small blessing when they rarely met up away from work since graduating.
“Gonna stare or invite me in? Perv.”
“Come in,” Shouto stepped aside for Bakugou to make his way over the threshold and take off his boots, “do you want something? A drink or...”
“I’m here to fuck you, not spend more time with you than I have to,” Bakugou said, “you even do this before?”
“I dated Mashirao, of course I’ve had sex.”
“Blissfully forgot about that one,” Bakugou rolled his eyes and stepped out further into the living area, “I mean you hook up? Without all the extra shit, I don’t need you getting fuckin’ weird and attached cause I put my dick in you.”
“I can handle casual sex, Bakugou.”
“Mmm...” There was something in those red eyes that Shouto couldn’t quite decipher as Bakugou gave him a once over, “let’s get going then, before I get bored, icy hot.”
Shouto may have been fibbing just a tiny bit, he’d only slept with one other person after breaking it off with Mashirao and it just didn’t go well. But Bakugou didn’t need to know that, just like Shouto didn’t have to know the length of Bakugou’s sexual history... that was likely much longer than his own.
The bedroom was a short walk away and it’s here that Bakugou surprised Shouto by taking his chin, teasing the other by ghosting his lips near his before dropping him onto his neck. His other hand immediately went to grab Shouto’s ass and he let out a small squeak, Bakugou was not playing about getting straight to business. He liked seizing control as Shouto already knew, but to have it solely directed on him?
His knees were getting weak at a record time.
“Sometimes I forget how much of a pretty boy you are,” Bakugou’s voice was low in his ear and he didn’t have much time to respond as the blond pushed him back on his bed. Bakugou feasted on him with his eyes, just for the moment as Shouto scooted back on his elbows and felt the heat rising up to his pink tinted cheeks.
“Are you going to just stare?”
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want and you’ll like it.” Once again, Shouto braced himself for a rough kiss as Bakugou crowded him on the bed, but instead those lips and teeth marked up his neck. Warm hands pushed under his shirt, trailing over his muscled abs to reach his small set of his tits and squeezed them to his delight.
“Bet you love getting spoiled in bed, don’t wanna fuckin’ do a thing,” Bakugou chided with a smirk, his fingers pinched Shouto’s nipples and Shouto arched into his touch, “figures you’re a pillow princess.”
Bakugou hasn’t touched anywhere under his waistband and Shouto was wet already, Bakugou’s words rang true in that he loved someone else doing the work. His constantly going thoughts could rest for once, he could just enjoy being pleasured by his partner... one thing he missed about his ex.
“Bakugou...” Shouto’s soft whine came as Bakugou was far more interested in playing with his tits, plucking and rubbing on his nipples to see Shouto’s reactions. That only spurred him on as he lowered his mouth and sucked on a sensitive nipple, ran his wet tongue along the hardened nub.
“Have no idea you could make a face like that... or those pretty sounds,” Bakugou seemed to know just what to say as each dirty word went straight to Shouto’s cunt, “maybe I should’ve hit sooner.”
Shouto pushed his hand into soft blond spikes as Bakugou continued ravishing his tits as he pleased, he never thought Bakugou would be so into them. And watching his pink lips wrap around his nipple was almost too much, his pussy was aching for any attention.
“Touch me, Bakugou... I want it.”
“You want this?” Bakugou sure touched him alright, more like ground his hips down so Shouto could feel the hard outline of his cock, “already begging for it?”
“You’re the one who wanted a quick fuck.” Shouto said just as Bakugou’s teeth sank into his skin, oh the pain only filled his head with a wave of arousal.
“Guess I did,” Bakugou murmured, lickking at the newly formed bite mark on Shouto’s chest just as he rocked down on Shouto’s crotch. He spread his legs a little wider, damning the fabric that kept them separate and it’s like Bakugou could smell his desperation.
Because he had an evil smile and fucked against Shouto, his cock must’ve been throbbing in his sweats, but he wanted to see Shouto squirm more. Wanted to hear him beg and whine for a cock inside of him.
“Please, I need it,” Shouto pouted, “I’ll kick you out and call someone who will fuck me.”
“No you won’t,” Bakugou snorted as he reached for Shouto’s wrists and pinned them beside his head, “You’re only getting what I give you, spoiled little bitch.”
That drag of his clothed cock against his clit was almost enough, but still so muted, he was craving the skin to skin and Bakugou was a fucking sadist. Shouto might have been a little spoiled, he’s used to getting what he wants, he doesn’t like waiting when Bakugou could just do it .
He didn’t know how long this torture would go, how a simple hook up turned into him wanting to cry from lack of a cock. Bakugou’s hot lips on his neck distracted him, he tilted his head in the hopes that if Bakugou found him good enough, he’d pay attention to his pussy.
“Too fun to fuck with,” Bakugou nipped at his ear lobe and drew one of his hands lower, slipping into Shouto’s sweats and searching, feeling the soft curls on his mound, “... wait.”
Fingers pressed between his damp folds, Shouto couldn’t help grinding up on them, “you have a pussy?”
“Yeah...” Shouto felt a whirl of need and discomfort settle in his gut, “is that problem?”
“No,” Bakugou spat out quickly, he sat up to yank off Shouto’s sweats and just... stared at his glistening hole, “... I’ve just never fucked one.”
“Really?” Shouto blurted, wanting to close his legs, but also basking in the attention of Bakugou on him, on seeing how aroused he was.
“Nah, all the guys I’ve been with had dicks,” Bakugou drew his finger up, catching Shouto’s slick on the tip, “you’re so fucking wet for me, princess.”
“May I remind you that you’ve been tormenting me?”
“Pout at me any harder and I’ll keep doing it,” Bakugou’s grin was predatory, he meant it too, “tell me how you like it, I’m not keen on fucking this up.”
And Shouto gasped as Bakugou sank in one finger down to the knuckle, “that’s- that’s good, like that.”
“Yeah?” Bakugou fucked his sole finger in and out of his pink hole and admittedly Shouto needed a little more stimulation...
“Here too,” Shouto brought his hand down to spread his lips with two fingers and Bakugou’s eyes honed in on his swollen clit, “I only really get off like this...”
Bakugou didn’t really need to be told, right? He must’ve known and wanted Shouto to embarrass himself... which wasn’t too difficult. Bakugou ducked his head and of course he’d use his mouth , oh goodness.
Shouto broke within moments, all that teasing and build up had him moaning Bakugou’s name and bucking up his mouth. Bakugou groaned in satisfaction, having Shouto’s thighs shaking beside his head was just what he needed to fuck a couple more fingers inside of him. His clit was just another thing for the explosive man to abuse and nearly brought tears to his eyes, but Shouto was loving and cherishing every second, god knows it’s been too long since anyone ate him out.
His hand was right back in fluffy blond hair as he pushed Bakugou’s face onto his pussy and whined at him not to stop, even if the sensitivity was beginning to hurt. He felt so greedy, he wasn’t giving up anything about this, he needed Bakugou’s skilled tongue and thick fingers fucking into him every moment of the day.
Is this why it was so easy for Bakugou to find someone even with his attitude? Just gets them into bed and unravels their body piece by piece until they’re little more than a puddle. Shouto’s eyes rolled back as his other hand sparked a flame from Bakugou knocking him off the edge again, his whole body was on fire.
“Oi, put that out icy hot,” Bakugou teased as he snuffed the budding flames with his own hand, then pulled back to admire the mess he’d made of Shouto.
“Are you gonna fuck me now? Don’t leave me yet...”
“Course, fuckin’ relax I need to wrap it up,” Bakugou left the bed to snatch up his hoodie and got out a condom, then undress himself of the rest of his clothing. Shouto bit on his lower lip as he watched Bakugou pull the condom on and give himself a few strokes, damn.
“You’re big.”
“Great for putting my favorite spoiled bitch down for the night, huh?” Bakugou grabbed Shouto’s hips and flipped him over onto his stomach, oh. It’s a miracle his wobbly knees could hold him up as Bakugou mounted him from behind, the feel of a real cock fucking into his pussy was priceless... it’s been so long.
“Still so tight, when’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”
“Um...” Shouto opened his mouth to answer, but only a moan fell from his lips as Bakugou set a hard, intense rhythm straight off. His palms were hot on Shouto’s skin and he was slamming himself so deeply into him, Shouto hadn’t ever taken this thick and commanding before in his life.
“That’s not an answer, tell me when.”
“I don’t know, a year or two?” Shouto managed to string some words together as he clung to the sheets and took Bakugou’s cock. Was that a good or bad answer? All he knows is that Bakugou growled behind him and pounded into his hole even faster, like he was trying to carve himself into Shouto forever.
An idea that Shouto wasn’t opposed to...
“Then your pretty pussy hasn’t been used much huh? No wonder you’re strangling my fucking cock,” Bakugou’s breath was hot against the shell of his ear, warm hands moved upwards to grope Shouto’s flat tits, “that why you said yes? You missed someone fucking you, princess?”
“N-no...” Shouto arched back into Bakugou, his own hips grinding on that cock, “I wanted you, wanted your cock.”
“Just like every other dick starved bitch around here,” Bakugou pinched his nipples and Shouto didn’t know if he could take the overwhelming stimulation again, Bakugou was giving it to him so good , “happy you’re my first pussy though, feels addicting already.”
Shouto was about to come from Bakugou’s mouth again, his silver tongue was getting Shouto incredibly riled up and paired that with his hole getting ravaged? Shouto was going to be feeling this for days, he just knew it.
“Gonna come in ya, pretty boy,” Shouto pushed his hips up a little higher, wanting to take as much as he could, wanting Bakugou so fucking deep in his god damn guts. Bakugou could give him all the shit about it later, but the euphoria he felt as Bakugou’s hips stuttered and Bakugou softly moaned in his ear... shame he was wearing a condom.
“Fuck...” Bakugou murmured as he laid on top of Shouto for a moment before pulling out of him, “... fuck.”
Shouto’s face was buried in a pillow, too fucked out to really move even if he wanted. There was a silence that was only broken by Bakugou moving about to pick up his clothing.
“... fucking fuck.”
Shouto was a bit shocked by a cool wash rag hitting his skin and Bakugou grumbled while tucking him into bed.
“Text me when you’re up, okay? Wanna make sure you’re alright.”
“Mhm...”
~
Shouto texted him the next morning, got a one word response, and that was it for the next two and a half weeks... until a Wednesday night when he was greeted with another lewd photo from Bakugou. Less cock this time, more of Bakugou’s naked chest and abs on display for Shouto to drool over, along with a very promising bulge in his sweats.
It followed with the same caption as last time and Shouto asked if Bakugou sent this to the right person. I’m not fucking stupid enough to make the same mistake twice, princess.
And that’s how... this arrangement began. Shouto was sure it’d be a one time thing, one time that would be burned into his memories for the rest of his life because there was no way Shouto was getting it that good anytime soon. He’s not even sure if he’d want someone else, Bakugou knew how to satisfy him on every sexual level and didn’t leave Shouto wanting to try out anyone, he was happy with Bakugou.
Mina and Tsuyu even remarked that Shouto’s mood had brightened up in recent weeks and Shouto just told them he was seeing someone, but only for sex. He didn’t give up Bakugou’s name no matter how much they interrogated him for it and honestly he liked this being only for him . He knew the exact time and days that Bakugou would hit him up, sometimes with a photo or just calling Shouto before he came over, and Shouto would welcome him with spread legs.
It was a great stress reliever from school and work too as Bakugou pushed Shouto up onto the kitchen counter and eyed his pouty lips for a moment before sucking a mark into his neck. It only disappointed Shouto a little bit, Bakugou could put his mouth everywhere else -his neck, his tits, his pussy, his ass- but never a single real kiss was exchanged.
“Why don’t you kiss me?”
There was a soft, slightly irritated sigh from the other man as he pulled away from the freshly made hickey on Shouto’s neck, “too intimate, makes it weird.”
“Oh...”
That makes sense, they weren’t boyfriends, just... friends who slept with each other once or twice a week. Friends with benefits, they didn’t need to kiss, feelings would only get involved and make it more complicated... probably.
“Don’t look so sad, babe,” Bakugou planted a surprise kiss on his cheek, “we got everything else going for us, don’t need to add kissing on top of that.”
Shouto’s next response escaped from his mind as Bakugou push a hand down his shorts and began fingering him, “gonna fuck that dumb little frown off of you.”
“I’m not sad about it,” Shouto pawed at Bakugou’s shirts to yank it off of him, he wanted to touch the muscled planes of warm skin, admire the small scars that came from their line of work. There were a few that Shouto knew the stories of given everything that happened in high school, but the newer ones he asked Bakugou about in the brief lull before he would leave.
Shouto really liked listening to Bakugou’s voice, the excitement that rose as Bakugou would talk about kicking a villain’s ass or the cocky annoyance of saving some dumbass who didn’t listen to their warnings. It’s the confidence either way that Shouto was attracted to, that kind of made him wish Bakugou would stay the night and fuck him again.
“Fast to get so wet for me, good boy since I’ve been waiting all day to fuck this pussy,” Bakugou murmured in his ear, three fingers strong inside of Shuto, “drives me fucking insane just seeing you on campus and not dragging you off to use.”
Oh yeah, a couple of their university courses were close together and Shouto crossed paths with Bakugou from time to time, like today. Bakugou only spared him a brief glance, complete disinterest on his bored face before returning his attention to Eijiro and Denki.
“You barely looked at me.”
“Yeah? That’s enough to get me hard as a fucking rock, pretty boy,” Bakugou said as Shouto moaned from the assault of fingers, his hands were squeezing on Bakugou’s broad shoulders, “imagine what those other pricks are thinking when they see you, fuckin’ disgusts me.”
Shouto could only whine as a blunt thumb circled his clit and Bakugou’s filthy words coaxed him into gushing on the fingers buried inside his hole, “that’s right, they don’t get to see my favorite bitch like this... this belongs to me.”
Should would agree to literally anything once he saw Bakugou pushing his jeans down to his ankles and nabbing a condom to roll over his cock. Shouto leaned back on his palms as Bakugou held his legs up and drove into his soaking cunt, fuck that’s what Shouto needed too.
It was the end of a long, packed week and they both had patrols tonight so this was the one window they could see each other and he was thrilled that Bakugou took it. He could have spent this small reprieve doing anything -or anyone- else, but his ruby red eyes were stuck on looking down between them and watching Shouto’s hole swallow him.
Shouto let his head loll back as pleasure wracked through him with every possessive thrust, as if he cared about anyone else’s gaze on him while on campus. He knows he has a massive fanclub, he knows that people... want him, he’s just never given a second thought to it.
“Why do you care?” Shouto’s eyes met Bakugou’s as he wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck, “I don’t care when people look at me, they always do.”
“It’s more than that, princess,” Bakugou pulled Shouto’s ass even closer to the edge of the counter, his thrusts slowing, “they wanna see you all debauched like this, they want to ruin your tight pussy, they want to shove their filthy cocks down your throat and I fucking hate that.”
“I don’t think...” Shouto gasps as Bakugou fucks deeper into him, “... they’re all like that... Bakugou. ”
“They are, you’re just fucking naive as usual,” Bakugou’s hips snap faster and the intense eye contact is almost too much for Shouto, “doesn’t matter though, you got me to take care of this pussy, to make sure you come every single time I see you.”
“Yeah... you’re good to me,” Shouto’s soft smile made Bakugou’s stutter for just a moment, the intensity in his eyes dimming to... something else. Shouto can’t quite catch what it is as Bakugou is manhandling him into turning around and pressing his chest on the granite counter.
No other words are exchanged as Shouto was on the receiving end of Bakugou’s thick cock, every fuck was punshing and Shouto was drooling for it. He hoped there would be bruises again on his hips, hoped that he could feel the pleasant soreness on his patrol tonight.
Bakugou was so good for him.
~
To Bakugou
Can I come over to your place?
From Bakugou
Why
To Bakugou
A few blocks away from your apartment and I would like to see you.
And have sex.
From Bakugou
Ughhhhhhhhhhh
I don’t fuck ppl here
Ei gets too much in my fucking business
In fact he’s ALREADY in my business
Nosey ass piece of red head shit
I don’t ask him what the fuck he’s got going with ponytail girl
But no he’s got a gazillion fucking questions on where im going and who im fucking and WHY I NEVER SAY SHIT
THIS IS WHY
To Bakugou
Ah, I apologize.
Let me know when you’re free, then.
From Bakugou
You’re already close enough just come here
To Bakugou
I don’t want to make it uncomfortable for you.
Mina and Tsuyu have also been curious.
From Bakugou
THEY’RE ALWAYS SO NOSEY DONT THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LIVES
Just
Come
Ignore shitty hair
If you don’t I’ll fucking hunt you down
Where are you
To Bakugou
Just by that Italian place on the corner?
From Bakugou
Oh
K I’ll brt
Stay
“What are you doing here?”
Shouto manages to hear the blunt question over the sound of blood rushing through his ears, who knew his heart would race from seeing Bakugou stomp over to him? The blond was even more peeved because he had to wait for the light to cross and his gaze never left Shouto just waiting on him by the restaurant.
They hadn’t much time to mess around the past month due to a local villainous group causing too much ruckus and Shouto was working overtime on the case. He did miss their meetups in their time apart and masturbation honestly wasn’t cutting it when he’d think about the things Bakugou did or said to him.
So seeing him in his casual clothing, honed in on Shouto like a homing missile and Shouto feeling so frazzled because of how fast Bakugou rushed to him? He’s experienced these feelings once before... but it shouldn’t be happening, not when sex is the only thing that links them together.
“I had a meeting nearby and I thought since it’s been a while...” Shouto was hoping Bakugou wouldn’t notice the flush of warmth going to his cheeks, “for me, anyway. You might’ve found someone else.”
“Eh...” Bakugou just wrapped an arm around Shouto’s waist and turned them towards the crosswalk, “does it look like I’m fucking anyone else, right now?”
“Not at this very moment, no, but there’s the possi-”
“Shut up, I answered your stupid text and now I’m going to fuck you, alright?” Bakugou squeezed his waist and leaned to whisper in his ear, “spoiled little princess.”
“You made me like this,, don’t get huffy about it.”
“Hah? Don’t tell me how to act, half ‘n half,” Bakugou gave his ass a quick swat before the walk switched and they could cross the street. It’s the first time they’d been in public like this, with Bakugou’s arm so comfortable around Shouto and knowing what they were about to do.
Shouto kind of understood now what Bakugou said about people staring and their dirty thoughts, just looking at Bakugou from a distance had his thoughts swan diving into the gutter. And now that they were side by side, where everyone could see, where Bakugou was staking his claim on Shouto as if no one else had better try it while he’s around him.
Like they’d need to rip Shouto from his hands.
Oh...
Kirishima was camped out on the couch as Bakugou opened door and Bakugou told him on sight to immediately shut the fuck up before dragging Shouto down the hallway. Shouto definitely heard Kirishima cackling from behind him and maybe just, the weirdest sense of pride that he was the only person who Bakugou brought back to his place.
“I swear to god I have a fucking headache every time I look at-”
“Let me.”
“Huh?”
Bakugou was reduced speechless, just for the moment, as Shouto walked him backwards towards the bed and encouraged him to sit down. There was a different energy coursing through Shouto’s veins as he spied the half empty bottle of lube on the nightstand and grabbed it before kneeling down on the hardwood.
“Fuck are you doing?”
“I’m going to suck your cock while I finger myself open for you,” Shouto was very matter of fact in his answer as Bakugou’s jaw went slack, “I missed you and I really want to... do this...”
His own shyness crept up as it was always Bakugou taking the initiative and rarely Shouto. Bakugou called him, Bakugou got Shouto on his back, Bakugou did everything he wanted to Shouto. And now that faced a lack of Bakugou for a month, he couldn’t simply control himself and his urges for this man.
“Is that alright with you?”
“What?” Bakugou blurted out as Shouto’s fingers went to tug at his sweats, “yeah, of course that’s fucking fine, it’s great. You don’t have to fuckin’ ask me, I’m never going to say no to a blowjob from you... what the fuck?”
Shouto just hums in response and he’s nearly drooling at the sight of Bakugou’s hardening cock in front of his face. Bakugou could be surprised since this is the first time Shouto’s even offered to suck him off, he’s just never been into it until this very moment.
Kneeling between Bakugou’s legs, having those pretty red eyes focused on him, it’s all the encouragement he needed to lick a wet stripe from base to tip. He would never say that he was the greatest at sucking dick... but the basics weren’t too hard to get down as he followed Bakugou’s reactions.
His hands left Bakugou’s thighs to undo his own belt and zipper, then wriggled out of his jeans and underwear so he could properly stretch himself. The lube was cold on his fingers before he waited a few for it to warm up and he reached behind him to circle his rim.
“Oh fuck...” Bakugou sounded breathy, his hands were clutching the covers as he watched Shouto’s mouth sink down at the same time he fingered his ass, “fucking hell, baby, you’re going to kill me.”
“Try to stay alive long enough for me to ride you, don’t be selfish.”
“Don’t be- oh you have a fucking mouth on you now?” Bakugou snapped back, but Shouto only responded by taking his cock back down his throat, “don’t get smart with me, keep that pretty mouth filled with my cock if you know what’s good for you.”
Shouto blinked up at him as he took down more, the cock sitting heavy on his tongue went straight to his aroused head. Bakugou seemed to be resisting putting his head on Shouto’s two-toned hair, but the small buck of his hips was unavoidable, Shouto’s mouth was heaven around him.
Shouto moaned in approval, the want in his eyes met by Bakugou raising an eyebrow, then fucking up into his throat again, “you like it when I fuck your throat? Have you been thinking about this?”
“Mmm... not- not too rough,” Shouto said with his swollen and spit slicked lips, “I don’t do this often.”
“I can fuckin’ tell, but you’re doing amazing, doll, get back on it.”
Shouto wasn’t about to pass up the chance to obey as he sucked down Bakugou once more, he was falling hard for the thickness filling his mouth, the musky smell that he breathed in, the adoration in Bakugou’s eyes. He could shut off his brain right here, suck Bakugou dry of his cum and be happy with that... would it be possible to fill his stomach with multiple loads?
“Unfair how gorgeous you are with a mouth full of cock, how am I supposed to let you out of my sight now?” Bakugou caressed his jaw with a thumb, “shame I didn’t get you on your knees sooner...”
Shouto just moaned and closed his eyes as he leaned into Bakugou’s soft touch, his head was fuzzy and he was content... not a single thought about the case he’d been slaving over, nothing about his classes... only the man in this room with him.
Katsuki...
“Kinda like a kitten,” Bakugou teased as he ran his hand through Shouto’s hair and tugged at the bun that his hair was tied up in, “milk my cock, baby... make me come and you can ride me as hard as you want.”
Shouto bobbed his head faster, enjoying the light pressure from Bakugou’s hand on his head. There were gentle thrusts up into his mouth and Shouto could tell when Bakugou was close, it wouldn’t take too long for him to spill his seed down his willing, tight throat.
“Good boy, swallow it all down for me.”
Shouto was allowed to lick and suck at the tip before being pushed away from the oversensitivity. He pushed himself up to his feet, knowing that he was ready and stripped off the remainder of his clothing as Bakugou did the same.
“Come ‘ere, sit your pretty ass in my lap.”
Shouto straddled Bakugou, feeling large hands on his waist as he closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together. He didn’t care anymore if Bakugou found it weird or too intimate, he wanted to share at least one kiss with him in the middle of all this.
“Princess...” Bakugou drawled as he pulled back, but that seemed to be the moment he broke too as he immediately went to chase Shouto’s lips and was soon tasting himself on his tongue. This was nearly enough for Shouto’s hand to catch on fire... again, but he had the self control to shut that down as Bakugou’s tongue licked into his mouth and thick fingers pushed into his slick hole.
He doesn’t really know just how long they kissed, it could’ve been mere minutes or an hour as they were so lost in each other. Lost in what they’d been depriving each other of, if a little intimacy was wrong then Shouto never wanted to be right with Bakugou.
“Still wanna ride me or...” Bakugou squeezed and pulled apart his asscheeks, teasing the rim with the head of his cock, “I can fuck you like the spoiled bitch you are.”
Shouto thought it over as he pushed Bakugou down by his chest and saw the smirk lingering on his kiss swollen lips. A good look for him, Shouto needed to kiss him more.
He held Bakugou’s cock by the base as he slowly sank himself down, he loved the burn of the additional stretch... how Bakugou’s nails were digging into his cheeks as he tried not to fuck up into him. Shouto took his time settling into a rhythm, he knew it was killing Bakugou to wait as Shouto went from lazy grinding to bouncing himself earnestly on that huge cock.
But he definitely loved the view of Shouto on top of him, of his hair flowing down his shoulders and the sight of his cock being ridden by one of the top heroes in the country. He brought his hand to Shouto’s cunt to play around with his clit and get sweet moans out of him, it was so neglected during all of this and Bakugou knew how easy Shouto came from just a little stimulation.
“Work for it baby, I know you’re almost there.”
There it is, that softness that tugs at Shouto’s heartstrings, Bakugou always tries to hide it or distract Shouto within moments of it slipping. But he can’t do that when Shouto is right on top of him and seeing the effect he has on the blond, it makes him yearn for more.
Shouto surges forward to kiss Bakugou, it’s messy and full of tongue and Shouto basically cries into his mouth as his orgasm overtakes him. Bakugou whispers praises between their kisses and grips Shouto’s slim waist as he chases his release too.
“Yes, yes, yes don’t stop... come inside me...” Shouto pleaded.
“Want me dripping out of you? Maybe I’ll take a picture of this creampie in my princess.”
“Do whatever, just don’t stop!”
Bakugou chuckled, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to quit when he was riding on the edge and Shouto was so pretty begging for his come. Bakugou buried his face in Shouto’s shoulder as he slammed his hips up and his climax washed over him, Shouto was happy to feel used.
To feel... loved?
~
From Mina 🌸
KATSUKI????????
YOU’RE FUCKING KATSUKI?????????
OH MY GOD
I CAN’T BELIEVE I OWE DENKI MONEY
WTF WTF WTF
HOW EVEN
To Mina 🌸
Yes.
I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but we were keeping it purely casual.
Still are, I think.
I’m guessing Kirishima texted you given the timestamp that you sent this.
From Mina 🌸
HE FUCKING DID UGHHHHHHHHHH
Congrats I’m happy you’re getting dick on the regular <33333333
Are u gonna be boyfriends now?? Power couple 👀👀👀
To Mina 🌸
I don’t know. I don’t think he wants to date me.
From Mina 🌸
He’s stupid if he doesn’t wanna lock you down
But this is Katsuki he’s a bit dumb in the love department
CALL ME I WANNA HEAR IT ALL BB
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From Tsuyu 🐸
From 1-10 how good of a lay is Bakugou?
To Tsuyu 🐸
I cannot place a numerical value on Bakugou’s sexual prowess.
But probably 50/10
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From Bakugou
Meet me @ Connect tonight
8
To Bakugou
I’ll be there.
From Bakugou
Don’t bring anyone else.
To Bakugou
Wasn’t planning on it but okay 👌
Shouto stepped into the buzzing bar where his friends often came to hang out and unwind after a long day. It was Shouto’s personal favorite due to the cat themed menu and motifs all over the place, the two owners also vaguely reminded him of cats.
Bakugou was off in a corner table and perked up once he saw Shouto, dropping his phone to take Shouto by the shoulder as he approached. Shouto opened his mouth to give him a nice, friendly greeting, but the man interrupted him with a kiss that left Shouto slightly frozen.
They were in public, at a bar full of people, and Bakugou just kissed him?
“.. Hi?” Shouto blinked as Bakugou pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips, “what was that for?”
“I can’t kiss my boyfriend without being questioned?”
“I wasn’t aware that we were boyfriends.”
“We are, now sit down and pick somethin’ to order before that pain in the ass kicks me out for not buying anything in five minutes.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” Shouto scooted onto the stool and felt Bakugou’s heavy hand rest on his thigh.
“Not to you , I think that motherfucker has the hots for you.”
“You think everyone is into me, Katsuki.”
His boyfriend’s cheeks definitely turn a beautiful shade of pink as his given name rolls off of Shouto’s tongue, “I only like you, so don’t worry.”
“I’m not fuckin’ worried!”
Shouto leaned on his boyfriend as he skimmed through the menu, as if he didn’t know this off the top of his head, but the fact that Bakugou picked his favorite bar had his heart singing. What other little things did Bakugou know about him? And how long would it take for Shouto to figure out all of his boyfriend’s quirks?