**Italics is a flashback
Midoriya sat in his chair, glancing once again at his watch. He knew Bakugou was going to show up- and knowing Bakugou, he would be late on purpose.
Bakugou was never late.
But he had this gut feeling he would be today- just because he could.
Midoriya would remember that.
Smiling, he waited patiently, knowing that he would make Bakugou pay for each wasted minute. The clock ticked and he glanced at his phone. He almost felt like texting him- calling him out on it- but he knew it was better to wait.
Good things came to those who waited.
Then he heard it. The barely there tap on his door. Smirking to himself, Midoriya stood up, smoothing down the front of his shirt and walking slowly to the door. Taking a deep breath, he had to calm his nerves a bit. He could not let Bakugou see him with even the slightest bit of hesitation, or it would all be over before it started.
Yes, he could do this.
Opening his door, he smiled as Bakugou stood there, refusing to look at him, his cheeks already a bright shade of pink.
"Well hello, Kacchan."
Bakugou would not answer him, and just pushed past him. Midoriya smirked- seeing the slight tremble in his shoulders.
"Would you care for something to drink? I have wine and-"
"-whiskey," Bakugou muttered.
"But not too much," Midoriya answered, and went to pour them each a drink. Bakugou did not say anything, but stayed off to the edge of the kitchen as he handed him his glass. He watched Bakugou tip it back, his Adam's apple bobbing from the long gulp.
"More," Bakugou demanded.
Midoriya raised a brow. "Just a bit more."
He had barely sipped his own, as he wanted to keep his composure. Seeing Bakugou this quiet, and not meeting his eyes was really making his heart start to race.
Maybe he would go for it.
Slowly pouring the drink into the glass, Midoriya kept his eyes fixed on his face. He wanted Bakugou to look up at him. Lifting the bottle away, he stood there, staying close.
"Kacchan, look at me," he said.
Bakugou flinched a bit, his eyes moving to Midoriya's as he tipped his glass back. There was still fire behind his eyes, and dammit Midoriya loved seeing that.
"Now let's lay out the rules," he said.
"Who the fuck said I wanted rules?!" Bakugou barked.
Midoriya sighed and thinned his lips. "We don't do this without rules."
"Whatever," Bakugou said, then pushed his glass to Midoriya's chest. "More."
"No," he said.
"Excuse me?!"
Midoriya set the bottle down and took the glass from Bakugou. Lifting a finger to his lips, he stood there, letting One for All course through his body. "You've had enough, and we need to go over the rules."
Something in Bakugou's eyes darkened in that moment. There was a slight catch in his breath, and he noticed how his nipples pebbled in his tight shirt.
Good .
He wanted Bakugou to enjoy this- but to do so…
He had to break him.
"First rule, I am the one in charge here," he said, moving his finger so his thumb rubbed over Bakugou's bottom lip. "Got it?"
"Sure," he mumbled
"Second rule, you will refer to me as 'sir'."
Bakugou cut his eyes to him and Midoriya pulsed One for All through his finger on his lip. He saw goosebumps form on his skin, and smiled. He was getting to him.
He was not going to push it and make him call him sir at that moment. He continued.
"Third rule," he whispered, rubbing his thumb more over Bakugou's bottom lip. "At any time you want this to stop, it will. It will stop immediately, and nothing more said. You are running this show, got it?"
Bakugou nodded.
Ok, now he was going to push it.
"Answer me verbally," he said, removing his thumb from his lip and cupping his cheek.
"Yes… sir," Bakugou said, cutting his eyes away from him, his cheeks glowing bright red.
Good. Oh so fucking good.
Midoriya internally smiled. He did not want Bakugou to see the satisfied smirk he felt like wearing at that moment. Instead he took a deep breath. "Come with me."
Leading him down the hallway, he went to his bedroom and reached for a velvet box on his dresser. Smiling briefly to himself before turning around, he wanted to make sure his face was back to his neutral expression.
"We can start easy," he said, stepping forward, hoping the racing of his heart was not noticable. Something about Bakugou just standing so quietly in his room really started to affect him, and knowing what Bakugou was here for…
"I'll let you stand for this part," Midoriya said. "But I would prefer if you had your shirt off."
He let his eyes linger down Bakugou's shirt at the swell of his chest- and the hardness of his nipples. It never seemed to matter what shirts Bakugou wore, Midoriya always noticed how they pressed against the material.
Bakugou took a slightly deeper breath and reached up over the back of his head, pulling his shirt off. Midoriya could feel the heat coming off of him as he got close. Opening the box, he took out the deep green, soft leather collar. There was a large O Ring in the center, and within the leather- an antiquirk agent.
"As long as you wear this, your quirk will not work," he said.
He could tell Bakugou was chewing the inside of his cheek.
"When things get intense, I cannot have you losing control," he explained. "Now… will you allow me to collar you?"
This was the last thing he would ask .
Bakugou turned his eyes away, but tilted his head just slightly. Midoriya took that as yes and stepped forward. The spicy cologne Bakugou wore was faint as he laid the leather against his thick neck. He leaned a bit, and lifted to his toes as Bakugou was still taller than him, but he was able to clasp it.
The way it clashed against his skin made him smile.
"Perfect," he said, letting his fingers trail along the skin on Bakugou's neck, watching as those goosebumps reformed. "Can't have you losing control on me."
"I won't lose control," Bakugou gritted through his clenched teeth.
Midoriya chuckled and patted his cheek. "Baby boy," he teased. He leaned in, his lips almost touching Bakugou's as he watched his eyes flutter shut. He did not allow their lips to touch though, just let his breath whisper over his face. "You losing control is the point of this."
Bakugou took a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring, and Midoriya smiled, backing away and moving to the chair in the corner of his room. "Go get us a drink," he said. "One glass, three ice cubes, and fill it halfway with whiskey."
Bakugou just stood there, glaring over at him. Midoriya just raised his brows at him. There was so much fight in Bakugou.
This was not their first encounter. It had happened months ago.
"Gah! I'm gonna explode this entire fucking city!" Bakugou yelled.
"Ah you're just mad I topped you!" Midoriya giggled- referring to him again outranking Bakugou.
They had just defeated a gang of drug smugglers when Bakugou smirked all cocky at him. "You fucking wish you could top me!"
Maybe it was the adrenaline in his system, or maybe it was the smell of salt in the air from the nearby sea. Whatever it was, seeing Bakugou standing there with his mask pushed high on his forehead- it was affecting him. Even as the seagulls cried out, his attention was only on Bakugou.
He wasn't even thinking when he let One for All course through his body and pinned Bakugou behind a building. "So topping you is an option then?" he asked. Mainly he was teasing Bakugou- but again, that adrenaline rush from taking down villains was rushing through him.
Bakugou glared at him, but he also wasn't pushing him away. Leaning in, he cupped his hand over Bakugou's crotch and started to palm at him. "You get hard after a battle too, don't you?"
He was met with a glare from Bakugou- but he had not been blasted away.
"Touch me," Midoriya whispered, then moaned softly when he felt Bakugou's hand slip under his uniform and stroke his cock. He was surprised at how easily Bakugou took instruction, and continued to palm his crotch, but not as hard. "If you get me off… then I'll let you come."
What he did not expect was Bakugou to fall to his knees and start sucking him as hard as he could. Midoriya gasped, and grabbed his hair- pulling it. "Hah! Good boy!" he gasped, and noticed how Bakugou moaned at those words. He came hard and fast down his throat, and when Bakugou stood back up, Midoriya was stroking him off.
"Now… I'm waiting for that drink," Midoriya said, crossing his ankle on his knee. He was not going to waiver- nor was he going to let Bakugou control this situation. He knew if Bakugou wanted the control- he would not have allowed Midoriya to collar him.
It took a moment longer before he heard Bakugou in the kitchen putting ice in a glass. Midoriya fought himself not to smile when he came back, handing him the drink.
It was prepared exactly as he'd asked.
"Good boy," he said- knowing how those words affected Bakugou, though he refused to admit it.
Sipping the whiskey, he let the ice clink in the glass, then looked over where Bakugou still refused to meet his eyes.
"Care for a sip?" he asked.
Bakugou held his hand out as if to take the glass, only to have Midoriya pull it away. "Ah ah ah!" he teased, then spread his legs wide where he sat and gestured. "Kneel."
There was a clenching to Bakugou's jaw, and Midoriya just waited. He could outwait Bakugou with this if he had to. He even took another sip and clinked the ice a bit more. Hearing a deep stuttering breath, he watched as Bakugou slowly dropped to his knees.
With a satisfied smirk, Midoriya took another small sip. Bakugou still would not look at him but held his hand out. Smacking his hand away- Midoriya said, "Look at me."
He was met with an intense glare.
"You are always fighting," Midoriya whispered, holding the glass to his lips and tipping it back. "When will you ever just let it all go?"
Of course Bakugou tried to drink more than he was being offered, and Midoriya pulled the glass away, setting it down. "Your head is fighting this and saying 'no', but your heart wants it and is screaming 'yes'," he whispered, running his hand down the side of Bakugou's face and leaning in to brush his lips over his. "Just let go and enjoy."
Bakugou had gone stiff then. Midoriya pressed his lips together and just stared at him. Moving his hand to caress his cheek,he pulled his hair back, exposing his throat to him. Leaning in, Midoriya kissed and licked at his neck, feeling how hard Bakugou was working not to make any sound-
But he already knew those sounds Bakugou could make…
"Fucking keep it down!" Midoriya gasped, covering Bakugou's mouth with his hand. He was jerking him off in a damn coffee house bathroom, and the last thing he needed was for this to get out to the press. They did not need that kind of exposure.
He loved each moan and gasp Bakugou gave him. He would love to see just how vocal Bakugou could get- but those muffled moans were affecting him as it was.
The only exposure he wanted was what was throbbing and pulsing in his hand. Bakugou had his eyes closed as his hips shook. Midoriya was smiling, stroking him and squeezing his cock in his hand.
Bakugou couldn't hold back the muffled moans and groans as he stayed pressed against the dingy bathroom stall. They were in the middle of a late shift patrol and had stopped to get coffee, as this was going to be a long night. He noticed how Bakugou had been tense, snapping at every pedestrian walking by them.
And now, he loved how there was almost no fight in Bakugou as his arms lay by his side, his hands fisted as he continued to jerk him off.
"Now be a good little boy and cum for me," Midoriya said, removing his hand from his mouth and cupping it at Bakugou's cock head.
With a long strangled moan, Bakugou was releasing into his hand.
His palm filled with cum and Midoriya brought it up to Bakugou's mouth. "Clean up your mess."
Those eyes glared at him before darting away. Bakugou's face was flushed but turned an even darker shade of red as his arm raised, taking Midoriya's hand and pulling it towards his mouth, licking and sucking the cum from his hand.
"Such a good boy," Midoriya said, kissing the little bit of cum on his bottom lip before stepping out of the stall to wash his hands. His cock was hard in his uniform but he would have to manage for now, they had to get back on patrol. "Go get us some coffee, I'll meet you outside."
He placed loud open mouth kisses up and down Bakugou's neck while keeping his hair pulled back hard. Midoriya moved his mouth a bit lower, to the junction where his neck and shoulders met, biting down hard.
Bakugou hissed out, a low moan escaping his lips.
That was what he wanted.
Pulling away, he hooked his finger in the loop of the collar and pulled Bakugou so their foreheads touched. Smiling at him, he licked at his lips and listened as a low growl left Bakugou's lips.
"Let me have this Kacchan," he whispered. "Let me control you… no one has to know."
There was a catch to Bakugou's breath at that moment. He knew he almost had him. This was so different from anything they had done before.
Before it had always been on a whim when they were on patrol.
"Did you bring what I asked you to?" he asked, pulling back then moving his mouth over his neck, biting at his earlobe.
Bakugou nodded slightly, and he smiled.
"Is it where I told you to put it?" he asked.
Another nod.
Sliding his hand down Bakugou's side to his pants, he reached into his pocket and found the small bottle of lube was exactly where he'd told him to put it. Pulling back, he saw Bakugou looking off to the side of him and put his hand under his chin bringing him back to look at him. Brushing his lips over Bakugou's, he wanted him to know he was pleased with this.
Kissing him, he kept his lips closed as he moved them alongside Bakugou's. His heart was racing and he was sure Bakugou's was too. Now the fun would begin.
Licking at his bottom lip, Midoriya prompted him to open his mouth. A shaky breath and Bakugou was opening his mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. He felt Bakugou trying to take control of the kiss and slid his hand behind his neck, holding him still. That was enough to cause Bakugou to pull back some, allowing Midoriya to set the pace.
Something about having Bakugou at his disposal was making him so rock hard. Moaning softly, he opened his mouth wider, kissing Bakugou deeper- hearing a pathetic whine escape from him as he did.
This made his cock even harder.
Gasping as he pulled away, he saw Bakugou's wet lips before him, and he wanted those lips everywhere on his body.
"Show me what you mouth can do," he said, running his hands through Bakugou's hair before sitting back in his chair.
Greedy hands moved to his pants, quickly undoing them and freeing his cock.
"Place your hands on your thighs," Midoriya said.
He was met with intense red eyes glaring at him. Taking his own cock in his hand, Midoriya stroked himself as Bakugou continued to glare at him. His face was so close to his cock, he slapped it on his cheek. Bakugou squinted his eyes at him and Midoriya gave him a stern look.
"Open up," he said.
In which Bakugou did open his mouth. Running the tip of his wet cock over his lips, he left it right where his mouth was open.
"Now suck me," he said.
He immediately sucked him down his throat, making Midoriya moan deeply as his hips thrust up. Bakugou never gagged, though he made the most lewd, wet sounds with his mouth.
"So good…" he moaned, grabbing the back of Bakugou's hair, and pulling his mouth off his cock. Staring into eyes that would always challenge him, he smiled. "Your mouth is going to get me off too soon," he teased.
"Isn't that the fucking point?!" Bakugou spit.
Shaking his head, Midoriya chuckled. "No Kacchan, that is not the point."
He wanted to fuck Bakugou slowly, and make him beg for more.
Sitting back, he grabbed the glass, taking a small sip then holding it back to Bakugou's lips. He let his cock sit proudly out of his pants, noticing how Bakugou kept glancing at it.
Licking his lips, Midoriya kept his eyes focused on Bakugou's face. He really did enjoy seeing this side of Bakugou- something about someone who was always so much in control of the situations when they were out, giving it up so freely in private.
Giving up that control to him. To him and no one else.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the glass back from Bakugou's lip. There was a little left and he clinked the ice a bit more. Condensation dripped down the side of the glass as he met Bakugou's eyes, licking one of the trails of water as it ran down.
He knew how Bakugou was- and he knew how Bakugou liked it. Hard and fast.
He was taking everything painstakingly slow.
Tipping the glass back to his lips, he let the sting of the whiskey sit in his mouth as he set the glass down- grabbing Bakugou's chin and pressing their lips together. Forcing him to open his mouth, he let the whiskey flow from his mouth into Bakugou's.
But he did not stop kissing him. Letting his tongue take advantage of this, Midoriya kissed him deeply- loving how Bakugou was slowly drinking the whiskey as they kissed.
When he pulled back, the heat from their mouths ghosting on each other's face, there was a darkness in Bakugou's eyes that he had only seen a few times. He wanted to keep that dark gaze fixated on him.
"Move to the bed, and take off all your clothes," he whispered, kissing his lips again- being greedy, as they rarely kissed in these situations.
Even in their encounters- there might have been one or two shared kisses, but it was always hard and fast. Racing for himself to cum, making Bakugou wait until he finished.
This was just as thrilling.
It took Bakugou a second before he stood up, staring down at him. Midoriya felt his cock pulse a bit, feeling so heavy between his legs.
He saw how Bakugou's hands shook just the slightest as he undid his pants, sliding them down- taking his underwear with them. Kicking out of them, he gave him one last hard gaze before slowly moving to the bed.
"Lay on your back, and don't even think about touching yourself," he said.
There was a clear deep swallow as he saw Bakugou trying as hard as he could to contain himself. He didn't want that though.
He wanted Bakugou to lose control.
Taking a moment, Midoriya just sat there, watching as Bakugou lay on his bed, his cock hard and his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Standing up, Midoriya slid his pants down, and pulled his shirt off- letting them fall to the floor alongside Bakugou's. Moving to the side of the bed, he ran his hand from Bakugou's ankle to his knee, feeling the coarse hairs on his legs.
Bakugou was staring at the ceiling- and not at him. Running his finger over his knee cap, he let it trail up his thigh, watching as Bakugou clenched his muscles at the slight touch.
"You want more… don't you?" he asked.
Bakugou pressed his lips together.
Moving his hand to his inner thigh, he pinched the soft, sensitive skin. "Answer me," he said. He was getting off on this- he couldn't deny it. Having Bakugou laid out before him, it was more than he could have ever hoped for.
Bakugou nodded his head- and Midoriya sighed.
"Verbally answer me," he said, flattening his hand on the inside of Bakugou's thigh, letting One for All pulse briefly in his palm. A gasp and Bakugou's eyes shot towards him. The fire and fight was still there- but there was something more.
"Yes… sir," Bakugou whispered, his voice almost cracking as he spoke.
There were so many things he could do- but Midoriya was losing his patience. Not with Bakugou, but with himself. He had been thinking about this moment and how it would be- how Bakugou would feel.
He had not stopped thinking about it since that day.
They had gone back to headquarters, covered in sweat and grime from their most recent battle. Midoriya had his uniform unzipped and hanging off his waist, while Bakugou was removing his belt and tank.
The curve of the top of his ass drew Midoriya's eyes in, and fuck if he hadn't been hard since that battle ended. Moving slowly behind Bakugou, he put his hands on his hips and let his lips trail over his shoulders.
Moving his hands to Bakugou's crotch, he felt his cock grow instantly hard under his touch. Pressing him to the locker- he knew they had a few minutes before anyone would come in there.
Undoing Bakugou's pants, Midoriya pushed them to his thighs and pulled his uniform down. Spitting down between Bakugou's ass checks, he slid his cock between them as he bit Bakugou's shoulder.
A deep moan escaped Bakugou as he rocked back on his cock. It felt so fucking amazing.
"I bet you'd feel even better if I were fucking you," Midoriya breathed, kissing at the back of Bakugou's neck, tasting the salt from his skin.
"Fucking Deku," Bakugou growled, pressing back against him.
"Touch yourself," Midoriya whispered, sliding his cock up and down between Bakugou's cheeks.
They were both panting hard and moaning softly, Bakugou rocking his hips and Midoriya watching his cock slide between his cheeks.
He always came fast after a battle, watching as his cum covered Bakugou's lower back and slid down between his cheeks.
"Turn around, let me see you," Midoriya said, pulling his uniform back up.
With staggering breaths, Bakugou let his head fall to the lockers. His hand was still stroking his own cock.
"C'mon Kacchan… if you do this…" he said, moving back behind him and kissing at his neck. "I promise I'll fuck you so hard and deep."
A gasp and Bakugou was turning around, glaring at him as he stroked himself. Midoriya watched as his cock throbbed in his hands and the way his abdominals clenched. It was so fucking hot.
Falling to his knees, Midoriya opened his mouth. "Cum for me," he said, before wrapping his lips around his cock head, letting Bakugou fill his mouth.
Leaving the cum in his mouth, he stood and pressed his lips to Bakugou's. Opening his mouth immediately, Bakugou accepted his cum and swallowed it.
"Friday night we're both off," he said, pulling back and wiping some cum off the corner of Bakugou's mouth. "Bring some lube and put it in your pants pocket."
Pulling his uniform up, he grabbed his bag and decided it was best to go home and shower with that image of Bakugou jerking off for him seared into his mind.
Midoriya slowly climbed onto the bed, their skin pressing as his hands moved to hold himself up. Bakugou was glaring at him and he smiled down at him. "Open your legs more for me," he said, leaning in and kissing him.
Bakugou spread his legs beautifully, and Midoriya kissed him deeper. Their cocks slid together and Midoriya was dipping his tongue back into Bakugou's mouth. His hands caressed his broad chest, pinching his nipple before moving further down his body.
Stroking Bakugou's cock, he could feel how hard and wet he was, Midoriya smiled as he pulled from the kiss. Settling between Bakugou's legs, he hooked his finger into the ring on the collar and held him as he kissed him deeper.
"Debating how I want to fuck you," Midoriya said, pulling back but keeping his finger hooked in the loop. "I bet you would look amazing folded under me, or maybe on all fours."
Bakugou let out whine and Midoriya smirked.
"Maybe I could have you ride me… watching Ground Zero bounce on my dick," he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips over his.
"Hah! Fuck!" Bakugou gasped as Midoriya's hand squeezed around the base of his cock.
Unhooking his finger, he got the lube and sat back a bit. Bakugou was panting and breathing heavily as he coated his fingers, staring where Bakugou was most exposed.
"Open your legs a little more," he said.
He felt like moaning when Bakugou did, lifting his hips just the slightest. Taking a deep breath, he let a wet finger circle around his rim. He could feel the muscle clench before relaxing against this fingertip.
Pressing his finger in- Bakugou let out a soft sigh and his whole body relaxed.
"So good," he said, slowly pressing his finger in and out before adding a second finger. Bakugou clenched around his digits and Midoriya smiled. He was so soft and tight and warm- everything he had imagined.
Curling his fingers, he watched Bakugou's back arch up as he gasped. Midoriya smirked as he continued to do this, each press of his fingers on that ball of hot nerves sending Bakugou's cock spitting on his stomach.
"Can you cum untouched?" Midoriya asked, curling his fingers and massaging his prostate more.
Bakugou let out a strangled moan and his hips shook with each press. Midoriya kept his fingers deep inside of Bakugou, watching the way his cock throbbed the more he abused his prostate. Pushing in a third finger, Bakugou bit his lip and moaned.
He could tell he was so close. Thrusting his fingers in and out, slamming his prostate, Bakugou grabbed the bedding as his back arched. His legs were shaking and before Midoriya knew it, he was releasing all over himself. Gasping for air, Bakugou collapsed back on the bed, an arm over his eyes.
His body was flushed pink, and damn if that was not hot. Midoriya curled his fingers once more for good measure then removed them.
He knew Bakugou's body was in overdrive, and dripped lube into his hand, coating his cock. Pushing Bakugou's knees back- seeing his rim wet, red and stretched for him, he pressed the head of his cock in.
"Hah! Ah! FUCK! Deku!" Bakugou cried.
Midoriya squinted at Bakugou, plunging his cock in deep but holding it there. Pressing his legs back further, he leaned his body over Bakugou's and hooked his finger back in the loop of his collar.
"What did you call me?" he asked. "I think this is the second time I've allowed this."
Bakugou was thrashing his head back and forth and Midoriya fought everything in him to hold still. Pulling the loop on the collar a bit, Bakugou cried out, clenching around his cock.
"Sir!" Bakugou gasped and Midoriya smiled, unhooking his finger from the loop and rolling his hips while still deep inside of him.
"Kacchan feels so good around my dick," he whispered, barely pulling out, only to slowly press back in.
Bakugou's body shook as he toyed with him, pulling out a few centimeters then pressing back in. Each time he pulled out just a little more- his cock dragging along Bakugou's inner walls. He could feel the clench and the tight heat around his shaft.
"You're doing so good," he breathed, pulling out painstaking slowly, to where it was just his cock head inside of Bakugou- feeling his rim trying to suck him back inside. Another slow push in and Bakugou moaned.
"Hah! Ah!" Bakugou moaned.
He pressed all the way back in, pulsing One for All through his body, enough to make Bakugou shiver beneath him. That little brief moment was all it took, and Midoriya saw where Bakugou's half hard cock had started to swell once more.
"Can Kacchan cum for me one more time?" he asked, wrapping his fingers around Bakugou's cock, hearing him whine and hiss out. "I am sure you can…"
Bakugou shook his head, his cock oversensitive and Midoriya knew this. Stroking him slowly, he continued the slow and steady push and pull of his cock deep inside of him.
"I can reach you so deep this way, Kacchan," he said, dragging his cock back out, letting the head play around his rim. Bakugou's cock was back fully hard in his hand- and he pressed in harder this time- hitting his already abused prostate.
Bakugou cried out, his back arching and his cock leaking into his hand. Another slow pull out and he snapped his hips, hearing the broken cry as Bakugou's body trembled under him.
Damn- Bakugou looked amazing like this. All flushed, his mouth twisted as his hands clenched against the bedding. He was letting himself go and he was sure if he didn't have that collar on- his bedding would have been ruined.
He was no longer holding back Bakugou's legs as he had them pulled back and spread as wide as he could.
"I'm going to fuck you harder now," he whispered, brushing his lips over Bakugou's. "And I want you to continue to stroke yourself."
Bakugou whimpered, and Midoriya removed his hand from Bakugou's cock, watching as his shaky hand reached and started to stroke. His body glistened with sweat, and Midoriya licked his neck before lifting up, taking Bakugou's legs behind his ankles and resting them on his shoulders before pulling out.
"I need you to come for me again," he said, snapping his hips as Bakugou cried out. He saw the way his hand continued to stroke himself, his cock leaking steadily. Pulling back out, he continued to snap his hips.
A few hard thrusts and he held still deep inside of Bakugou. Both of them were breathing heavy and he let One for All pulse through his body, watching as Bakugou shivered when he did. Even if he was not moving and just activating his quirk- he knew Bakugou could feel that energy- that power.
"I bet you wished I would use One for All on you right now, don't you?" he asked.
Eyes that did not focus all the way looked at him, nodding.
"Answer me," he said, pulling his cock slowly out of him.
"Hah! Yes sir!" Bakugou cried out.
He slammed deep back inside of Bakugou, and pulled out. Thrusting harder and harder each time. It was hard not to activate his quirk and give Bakugou exactly what he wanted- but he knew that would not be safe.
But he could still give everything he had into those thrusts. The harder he thrust, the louder Bakugou got. The way he cried out, his cock releasing once more all over his stomach as Midoriya continued at the hard steady pace.
He was enjoying this as much as he thought he would. Letting himself go, he saw the way Bakugou's toes curled and cried out as his orgasm approached him. Their skin slapping and he continued to thrust through his orgasm- filling Bakugou as deeply as he could.
His hips shook as he held himself deeply inside of Bakugou. Bakugou's legs fell off his shoulder and he went to pull out, falling next to him on the bed.
His heart was racing and the blood pounded in his ears. He had never felt as spent as he did just now. A small whimper next to him, and Midoriya reached out, pulling Bakugou into his arms.
Neither of them spoke, and he ran his fingers through Bakugou's sweaty hair.
"Kacchan… you were so good, such a good boy," he whispered.
"Fuck you, Deku," Bakugou gasped.
He laughed, holding Bakugou to him and playing with his hair. He had no idea how long he would have this moment, but he knew he was going to take full advantage of it.
Even as they both started to breathe normally again, Bakugou remained still in his arms. Kissing his forehead, Midoriya pulled back and looked at his red splotchy face.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Why the hell wouldn't I be?" Bakugou growled.
He laughed and Bakugou rolled away from him, getting up and heading to the bathroom. He noticed how Bakugou's legs were still shaking a bit. Smiling to himself, he laid back and stared at the ceiling.
The door jerked open and Bakugou came stomping over to the bed. "How do I get this fucking thing off?" he demanded, tugging at the collar.
Midoriya laughed and pulled Bakugou back to the bed. "I'll do it," he said, though he wasn't taking it off right that moment. Instead he was pulling Bakugou back to him and running his hands down his back.
"I'm not gonna be the little fucking spoon!" Bakugou grumbled.
"It is ok," he said, "We don't have to tell anyone."