Katsuki Bakugo starred down at Izuku, into his big green eyes, and he decided he wanted to see them blurred with tears. Wanted to see his cheeks red and puffy, wanted to hold that blubbering mess of a boy in his arms and wanted to know that he had caused that. It was a wonderfully sadistic feeling.
He reconnected their lips, trying to figure out where to put his hands. Izuku had his arms wrapped around Bakugo like a hug. He was so bad it this, it was almost cute. Bakugo nipped at Izuku's bottom lip with his teeth and tugged, trying to suppress a smirk at the startled whine.
He shoved Izuku down his knees in front of him. His pupils were blown wide with lust and his cute little face was plastered with an innocent smile. Stupid shitty Deku. He wanted to wrap a fist into his mess of curls and yank, just to see how it felt.
He wanted to absolutely wreck this boy.
"Suck," he commanded, already unbuckling his belt and striping off his jeans and boxers. Bakugo marveled at the way Izuku's lips stretched around his dick. The smaller boy gagged at the feeling of theback of his throat being hit, but kept going. He moving agonizingly slow going.
As new to this as Midoria was, he couldn't be this stupid. Bakugo contemplated taking matters into his own hands as he threaded his fingers in Izuku's hair. "Tap twice to stop."
Izuku looked up at him and nodded as Bakugo's final string binding his to self restraint was snapped. He yanked Izuku's head forward, setting his own pace.
Tears bubbled in the corners of his eyes and Bakugo thought made him look absolutely gorgeous. So tiny and precious. Izuku let out something that sounded suspiciously like a moan, the sound sending shivers down Katsuki's spine. He also kind of wanted to bite Izuku, but that could wait for another time. Preferably a time when he Izuku wasn't on his knees.
One hand stayed curled in Izuku's hair and the other rested in his shoulder, more to keep his own balance than anything else. Groans spilled from his lips as he continued thrusting into Midoriya's mouth.
A fat tear rolled down his cheek and got lost in his freckles. Bakugo slowed down a little. After his earlier thoughts that consisted of nothing but the desire to break him, the words "Are you okay?" sounded strange coming from his mouth.
Izuku made a gurgled noise that sounded like a yes, and the dorky thumbs up he gave confirmed it. And that was the thing to push him over the edge.
Bakugo loosened his grip in Midoria's hair as they both all but collapsed on the floor together, entirely ignoring the bed that was less than a few feet away.
Izuku curled up in his lap, head resting on his chest and Bakugo didn't have the heart to push him off. I felt nice, even if he would never admit it. He wanted to stay in that moment, with Izuku in his arms. He felt the urge to protect him. He was stupid and wreckless, but Izuku was his and only his.
And Bakugo wanted to kiss him.
He grabbed Izuku's face, his stupid cute face, and forced him to look up at him. "Stupid Deku."
He tried to avoid slamming their faces together, trying to be gentle. He could be gentle! He could be so goddamn gentle! He hesitantly moved his lips to Izuku's marveling at how soft they were. Izuku's were slightly swollen from biting earlier and Bakugo was so infatuated with how wonderful it felt, that he could excuse being slightly put off by the thought of tasting himself. He probably had owed this to Izuku for a long time.
They pulled away slowly, but Bakugo kept Izuku's face resting in his hands. He probably owed him that too. Izuku gazed up at him, his face painted with pure bliss. His eyes glittered with leftover tears and giddy joy, high off the sex. He loved this man more than life itself.
Izuku nuzzled his head into the space on Bakugo's shoulder. He awkwardly patted Izuku's head, not sure how to reciprocate after quite literally picking him apart with his teeth. "You didn't say thank you..." Midoriya mumbled. "I did good."
"Yeah," Bakugo agreed. "You did great. Thanks nerd." The insult seemed to lack it's usual bite when it was tacked onto praise, but it was more out of habit than anything else.
Izuku clung to Bakugo, refusing to let go as he tried to locate his jeans and yank them back on. "Oi, you're clingy. You need to go back to your room."
"But I wanna stay with you," Izuki whined, burying his face in Bakugo's chest.
"You aren't going to leave, even if I say no." There was no way the entire dorm didn't know what they were up to by now and Bakugo knew no one would comment about it in favor of retaining all of their limbs. He patted the fluffy green hair that did indeed feel very nice to yank. Screw it, Izuku could stay.