Chapter 16

                                    

                                          


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"Hn.. Shit, Deku."
                          
Katsuki let out a groan, throwing his head back while simultaneously gripping Izuku's curls and lightly tugging at them. 
                          
Midoriya, who was on his knees, hummed around his dick, blinking away the tears in his eyes as the head bumped the back of his throat. His jaw was aching from the strain, harshly breathing through his nose since his airways were partially blocked.
                          
"W-wanna.. Shit- Wanna fuck you.." Katsuki slurred, trembling when Izuku hollowed out his cheeks, drawing a needy moan from him as Midoriya licked a lewd strip under his base, before pulling away with a wet pop. "Can't," He huffed, licking his lips as a dribble of pre dropped down his chin. "No lube." 
                          
Bakugou rolled his eyes half-heartedly, but bucked his hips as the other wrapped his hand around his erection, lazily moving his hand up and down as he purred and laid his cheek on Katsuki's clothed inner thigh. 
                          
Bakugou shuddered, the hazy feeling making him feel like he has cotton for a brain returned.
                          
Fucking God bless-
                          
His modeling career.
                          
His fucking luck meeting Izuku.
                          
His stupid fucking pride that was double his weight if you could put it on a scale-
                          
God or something.
                          
Izuku set a slow, steady, but firm pace as he gripped his erection, pumping it as he gave the occasional lick through the slit, warm tongue sending Katsuki into a momentary state of bliss. 
He let Bakugou roll his hips, tugging on his dick as he thumbed the head. 
                          
Katsuki's ears buzzed as Izuku husked, low. "I'll fuck you instead, Yeah? When he get home I'll take you on the couch. Want that?" The implications made Bakugou's thoughts burst, imagining Izuku pinning him down- definition of a power bottom- becoming one hell of a top. 
                          
That sent a surge of pleasure right into his dick, a fresh load of pre cum dribbling down his base and into Izuku's hands. 
                          
The glow from the vanity mirror painted Izuku with hues of a soft, molten honey-yellow. This time, he stuck his tongue out, giving a wet lick from the base to the tip, sucking on a vein and fucking kissing- he fucking kissed the head as his eyelashes fluttered teasingly. 
                          
Izuku pressed his tongue on the underside on the base, noticing how Katsuki's dick twitched in warning. 
                          
"Gonna fucking cum, Izuku," Katsuki rasped, voice low and heavy with lust and matching Izuku with the same energy. 
                          
His cock glided in and out of Izuku's wet, heated mouth steadily, both parties moaning when Izuku sped the pace up a bit and using his mouth. 
                          
Katsuki thanked whatever fucking past life he was in, probably being a Saint if he got this as a reward.
                          
Izuku's watery eyes stared up at him, and for a moment Katsuki thought he had done something wrong- until the little shit took his length all at once by pushing forward and deep throating him again. 
                          
It caught Bakugou off guard, the coil inside him snapping as he came with an embarrassing keen that only Izuku could hear. 
                          
His vision whited out a bit, as if someone shoved a piece of paper into his face, before the buzz in his ears returned as he gripped Izuku's soft hair like a lifeline. "S-shit," he stuttered out, chest heaving as Izuku sucked him off to ride his orgasm out, before pulling away with a pop.
                          
His pretty mouth had a smudge of white cum dribbling by the corner of his lips- and oh my fucking god- he swallowed holy fucking shit-
                          
He never switched between religions so fucking fast- he thanked Allah, prayed to Buddha, praised God- mentally sacrificing a lamb to Zeus- you fucking name it, to thank them for this fucking blessing he probably didn't even deserve in the first place. 
                          
Izuku's blowjobs were fucking sucker punches. Disarming. Disorienting. They fucked with his brain as if he took a hit of pot, face looking doped out and high from one of these sessions.
                          
Izuku stood up with a soft smile and a satisfied expression, as if he hadn't just sucked Katsuki off. 
                          
His lips were lovely, bruised, red and slightly swollen, and it just added more to his beauty. 
                          
"We have fifteen more minutes," he hummed, pulling out a compartment in his vanity, shuffling around before fishing some wet wipes out to probably clean the mess and Bakugou up.
                          
Bakugou blinked, gaining his bearings as Izuku stretched his sore legs out as he opened the package with a rip and proceeded to wipe Katsuki down.
                          
He started from the "V" of his hipbones, swiping away the white streaks before dabbing at the clear spots on his (thankfully) black pants. 
                          
Bakugou balled his fists on Izuku's sweatshirt, burying his face in his chest like some clingy high school girl; but fuck it, he could care less right now. Izuku just purred comfortingly, peppering Katsuki with an uncoordinated reign of kisses; from his temple down to his jaw. 
                          
Bakugou decided that he'll make this asshole top him next time; because hey, he was never really on the receiving end, but whatever. It's always nice to try new things, anyway. 
                          
Izuku pulled the tissue away, before gingerly tossing it into the bin. "Kacchan," he hummed. "Are you alright? You're being a bit-" 
                          
"Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this, asshole." He huffed, but the usual bite wasn't there. "Tell me, Izuku, are you really gonna bang me on the couch when we get home?"
                          
Katsuki smirked when Izuku coughed and stuttered, a bright red blush dusting his freckled cheeks. "I-I mean, if you want me to..?"
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"Yeah."
                          
"Good," Bakugou cooed, looking into Izuku's eyes with eager excitement under his crimson red ones. 
                          
"Because after the shitty meeting with the press, I'm going to fucking ride you."