Thank you for being patient!

Warning: Smut / 18+

Midoriya blinked. His mind was entirely clouded with arousal, despite the confusion about the situation unravelling in front of him. He was curious about what Bakugou was thinking; what exactly would he benefit from doing this?

His lips parted, whilst attempting to collect his running thoughts and convert them into a sentence, "Why are you doing this…?", he asked genuine and softly.

Apparently, having grown impatient, Bakugou's breathing shifted into a loud sigh. His grip on the smaller boy's wrist became loose as he let his hand go limp. As usual, it seemed as if Midoriya ran his mouth so much it irritated him. Eyes losing their intensity, Bakugou blinked a couple of times, but not leaving the other's gaze.

Midoriya, as much as he hated himself for it, panicked at the thought of Bakugou's disinterest. He knew it was selfish to want to continue, but he had decided on his, perhaps manipulative, response.

"Kacchan!" he exclaimed, snapping the blonde out of his irritated expression, "You're... doing this to get back at me from earlier, right?"

Bakugou, still within close proximity to the other, continued to glare, "…What do you mean?", he scoffed.

"Well… You touched me accidentally and I…" he felt his face turning beet red, but forced himself to continue, "…got hard… To make it even, I touched you, but I went a little too far, didn't I? So, this will make it even, right?"

A moment of silence lingered between the two. Midoriya's eyes dashed between Bakugou's, in futile attempt of reading his emotions.

"Yeah, to make it even…" Bakugou replied lowly, speeding up in pace "...You really enjoyed touching me earlier so I'm just here to prove that you're a weird little pervert. It's not about me,"

Midoriya's heart almost stopped. Bakugou was really going to go through with this? In fact- what was 'this'? Midoriya had no idea what was going to happen- not to say that he wasn't ready for whatever was going to be thrown at him.

"Ok. But like I said earlier," he began in response, "it'll feel good… I can make you feel good... whether you like it or not."

The way Midoriya said those last few words had Bakugou's breath catching. That cheeky, almost sassy voice coming from such a shy expression sent heavy pulsating heat down Bakugou's inner thighs. The two wide emerald eyes that analysed him, awkwardly jolted from his face, down to his chest area, and back up to his face.

He just wanted to see that shitty nerd in the same state as before. He just needed that to get him off.

Instinctively, Bakugou threw his hand back at Midoriya's hand like before. He tightly grasped the wrist underneath, not pinning it, but holding it securely in his grip. It was tight, almost tight enough to cause a bruise, Midoriya thought.

"That's not why we're doing this, nerd. I'm just proving how much of a pervert you really are, got it?" The blonde growled, almost accusingly.

Bakugou's eyes were almost shaking in intensity. Dismissing his own confusion, Bakugou stayed focused on his target. He tugged at Midoriya's hand, easily pulling his body from the wall and practically throwing him towards the bed.

The curly haired boy tripped from the force of the shove and had landed directly at the side of the bed. The way he glanced up in fear and anticipation only worsened Bakugou's already throbbing erection. He was supposed to have gone on the bed, but to compromise, he took a seat confidently in front of the now kneeling boy.

Midoriya, never in a million years, would have believed that he would be in this position. It was real. And it was happening right now. The oddly arousing view he got from looking up at, sitting like some kind of animal in front of, the man he had been fantasizing about for years… it was too much. His libido sky rocketed.

Before Bakugou could say a word, Midoriya had already made himself comfortable, propped on his knees. Without any warning, he eagerly and firmly clamped his hands around the spread thighs of the man sat on the bed.

In shock, Bakugou let out a small grunt. He didn't expect Midoriya to be this eager, nor had any idea of what he was about to do. Heck, Bakugou didn't even know what he had planned to do to that nerd in the first place.

Would he have ended up giving Deku a hand-job…? Ugh... the idea of the hand-job was a bit odd, but Bakugou had to admit that the erotic expressions that he would get to see would be worthwhile… the rosy cheeked, desperate panting of that curly haired bastard…

"I'll start now, okay?" Midoriya said straightforwardly, underlined with a shake in his voice.

Bakugou snapped out of his thoughts, "Whatever" he stuttered in response, gruff and quick.

The grip on his thighs had sent his libido onto another level. Midoriya's fingers were clamped firm. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to grab them and move them to the throbbing sensation between his legs. But, if he were to do that, that shitty nerd would have won. He needed to keep his calm, no matter how much he wanted to pin him down on the bed right then and there (even though he hated to admit it).

After a short moment of analysing, Midoriya moved one of his hands and pushed it firmly against Bakugou's chest. The other slid up his thigh, and patted against the loose handing robe for a second before easily finding his target. He held his palm against the hardness through the fabric and quickly glanced up to read Bakugou's expression.

He was met with a pair of eyes looking directly back. Their eyes met, both dilated and fixated, before Bakugou swallowed loudly. He couldn't take the suspense.

Touch me... Just fucking do it...

Midoriya's hand eventually began to move up and down, gently gripping him through the bathrobe. Having never done this before, Midoriya had assumed this would act as some sort of foreplay? He had only seen this kind of thing in porn or heard about it from others. He couldn't help but wonder if Bakugou had ever had sex before. Would Midoriya be on par with any of the people he may have slept with before?

Attempting to ignore his thoughts, he quickly reached for the fabric that barely covered Bakugou. Surely, he had realized, behind this robe was a completely naked man. But there was no other choice, no reason to back down- he needed to prove to Bakugou that he could make him feel good- no- amazing.

Watching Midoriya tug eagerly at the opening of the robe was almost like torture. His arousal only increased with every jolt. Midoriya pulled at it, eventually setting him free and revealing Bakugou's pleading erection.

Bakugou couldn't help but feel exposed in some kind of way. It wasn't as if he were embarrassed about his body, because he was definitely not, but it was more that he wanted Midoriya to be in a similar situation.

"Wait-" Bakugou interjected, suddenly.

Midoriya knew it.

He was just all talk, Midoriya thought. For him, this was just a wish, a fantasy, that was never meant to come tru-

"Take off your shirt," he ordered in a low mumble.

His green eyes shot wide open.

What?

"Wh- Kacchan, I'm not a girl!"

"I don't care, take it off," he repeated, this time reaching out to the bedside table and grabbing the magazine from earlier.

He crunched it in his hand, forcing a small explosion out and into the magazine. Then, he threw it carelessly across the room, where it landed as a burnt pile of paper on the floor.

"See?" he spoke, attempting to mask his heavy breathing, "Now I don't have anything to look at. Take it off. It's only fair,"

Without question, Midoriya obeyed, quickly pulling his t-shirt up past his chest and over his arms. He shook it, and began folding it carefully, before placing it beside him gently. Bakugou scoffed at his neat actions, as he returned to his original position.

His small frame was now completely visible. Bakugou had never thought about it before, but for some reason, this view was strangely… cute.

Midoriya inched himself closer to Bakugou. Learning his head in, his lips were now hovered above the others erection.

Now, this was something Bakugou had discovered he hated- Midoriya teasing him- but this time, the frustration was lead into more, rising arousal. Every hot breath that escaped the other's lips ran over him, like countless invitations to enter. He struggled at every exhale, practically having to pin himself down so that he wouldn't jerk his hips into his mouth. No- Bakugou couldn't let Midoriya have the satisfaction of seeing him struggle to restrain himself.

With his lids heavy with arousal, and eyes still locked with Bakugou's, Midoriya had pressed his tongue against the base of the the cock, held in his hands. He slid it up slowly up towards the tip, feeling his face heat up from the prolonged eye contact. But the hot, wet sensation sent a shudder up Bakugou's body.

Being able to watch the kneeled boy, face plastered in arousal, made Bakugou frustrated at his newly emerging 'wants'. Midoriya continued this action another time over, eyes still locked with his and hot breath still landing on the slightly tan skin of the receiver.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was too late to turn back now.

And that fucking nerd's body... His expression… His gaze… God, he looked so erotic.

Midoriya, eyes now scanning the others' body up and down, felt somewhat proud; Bakugou seemed incredibly quiet for once, his breathing already elevated despite Midoriya having barely begun. Perhaps he had nothing to worry about, after all...

And although he wanted to sit and admire the view, this would probably be his only chance to ever see- or do- something like this again, so a mix of arousal and gratitude drove him to fully commit.

Now urgent and enthusiastic, Midoriya placed his lips around the tip, and immediately felt it twitch in response. He swirled his tongue a couple of times at the top of the object in his mouth, picking up a slightly salty taste- which must have been precum, he decided. Immediately, the previous sharp, infrequent inhales coming from Bakugou's mouth ceased. He was holding his breath.

It was if he were audibly trying to hide his pleasure, which would make sense, Midoriya realised, considering the 'reason' they were doing this. But this only made him more eager to make him feel good.

His lips, covering the member, moved further down the shaft, not all the way, but just past the tip. He continued to swirl his hot tongue around the top, eventually ceasing and beginning to bob up and down.

Unprepared and by accident, a low, pleasureful groan, that he had obviously been stifling, eventually escaped Bakugou's lips.

Midoriya was certain now; Bakugou was definitely enjoying this.

He pulled away, quickly, "Does it feel goo-"

"Shut up," Bakugou snapped, unable to hold back anymore. He launched his hand into Midoriya's slightly tangled locks, tightened his grip and pushed his face back down, "Don't stop,"

Oh, god.

This was exactly what Midoriya had imagined. No- what he had fantasized about.

Rough, demanding sex with Bakugou.

"And move your arm," he continued.

Confused but unquestioning, Midoriya moved his free arm a little to the side. His petite frame was met with a rough grip. Bakugou's hand tightened around him, pulling him closer to his body. He now sat pressed against one of the legs in front of him, and could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Hurriedly, Midoriya continued. He forced a line of spit to drip from his mouth onto the other's cock, then following it and attempting to take the object fully in his mouth. Despite gagging the first time, he began bobbing after finding his threshold, with one of Bakugou's hands still sitting on his head and the other still pulling his chest closer into his body.

But it was quiet- no- silent. Too silent. Midoriya craved the sound that had come from Bakugou's mouth, just once more.

His consistent, now rhythmed bobbing became deeper and deeper, taking more and more into his mouth and throat. The more he moved, the more twitches and little movements he could feel coming from Bakugou's hips, as if he were fighting with his own wants.

The hand clinging around his upper body slightly loosened. As Midoriyas head continued to rock up and down at a fast but steady pace, the taller man's hand fumbled around the smaller one's upper body. It clumsily dragged against his soft, bare skin, eventually finding his target. Without hesitation, Bakugou pulled his hand back to his face, spat on his hand, and plastered it back onto Midoriya's nipple. He ran his wet thumb over it back and forth, feeling the moving boy's body tremble at every touch.

"Mmn-!" he moaned pleadingly; mouth still very much full.

The noise Midoriya made sent vibrations between Bakugou's thighs. Bakugou's other hand tightened once again, gripping Midoriyas hair in response to the amazing sensation it gave him. Seeing the pleasure on Midoriya's face was oh so satisfying- Bakugou knew that although he just started, he couldn't last much longer, especially with such a desperate, helpless expression sucking on the end of his cock like some sort of deprived maniac.

"So, you're… speaking… with your mouth full?" he taunted, between heavy breaths, and wearing a cunning grin, "Learn... some manners…"

Midoriya hurriedly lifted his head up for air, releasing a short moan from the same sensation oh Bakugous hand running him over and over.

"You don't just… like this, huh?" Bakugou panted, almost proudly, "You really fucking love to be touched there… the fuck…?"

He didn't know why, but Midoriya had always found his nipples to be extremely sensitive; and it was an embarrassing-to-admit fact that he got turned on so easily just by the touch. By now, Midoriya had completely pushed himself up against the taller man's leg. He knew that Bakugou must have been able to feel his throbbing erection through his tight jeans, but he was so needy, he didn't care about how shameful he must have looked.

As he took a moment to catch his breath, Midoriya wouldn't stop completely at a chance like this. He flexed his hand around the cock in front of him, taking hold and beginning slide his hand up and down. The fast but steady rhythm of the pulses felt amazing for Bakugou; it definitely felt way better when someone else was doing it… And the stifled moaning of Midoriya, he was practically begging for more and it sent Bakugou insane.

"Kacchan... Ahhn..." Midoriya whimpered, his attention flickering up to the blonde.

Bakugou was now painfully attempting to stifle his groans, some sliding through as he determinedly touched in the same spot Midoriya over and over. He then carefully but firmly pinched the area, causing Midoriya to let out a louder, erotic noise.

"Oh fuck," Bakugou mumbled, "…you're so dirty… what the fuck…"

Midoriya had given up trying to hide his pleasure. His hips were pressed entirely into Bakugou's legs, jerking back and forth in small, pleading motions. Rocking his hips, he then opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out and placing it just barely over the tip of the other's erection once again. His lips covered the top again.

Bakugou by now was downright mesmerized by the desperate mess in front of him. This guy that he had hated so much, he had at his feet, cock in his mouth that dripped messily with precum and spit.

The way Midoriya's hands pumped along the shaft in tandem, lips covering the top, swirling his tongue around once, and twice and over and over. The feeling was too much- it was so intense- and it was about to send him over the edge.

He glanced down at the pleading, moaning boy who continued to jerk him off, jolting his hips shamefully, practically dry-humping his leg. Bakugou refused to thrust into his mouth, as much restraint as it took.

"I'm gonna-" Bakugou choked out, "I'm gonna come" he repeated again and again as he felt the heat build up inside him, leaving him humming at the back of his throat.

Midoriya's eyelids, although once heavy with arousal, now opened in a state of sudden panic. Although he had spent countless times imagining this situation in the comfort of his dorm room and intending to take it all in his mouth, this very real situation sent a sudden sense of anxiety through him at the very last moment.

He quickly leaned back; his lips popping free from Bakugou's cock, as he continued to pump. Immediately as his lips broke free, Midoriya watched in awe as Bakugou's eyebrows buried, as he released a couple of low moans, his body tensing up in pleasure, and came all over Midoriya's face.

And then, there was silence.

The two held almost the same expression as they stared at each other in shock, only Bakugou wasn't painted from head to toe in cum.

Midoriya awkwardly forced down a swallow; some had shot into his mouth, "Sorry, I should've swallowed it..."

"Shut up," Bakugou interrupted, lowly, "It's your turn", he spoke, awkwardly gazing up and down the mess he had made.

It was mostly over Midoriya's face, some in his hair, some down his chest and some even on his jeans. But before Bakugou could reach at the opening of the other's pants, he was stopped by a grab on the wrist.

"I… don't need it" Midoriya mumbled.

Bakugou frowned, "What the hell? That's not fair. Did you do this to mock me or something?"

"No… K-Kacchan I…" he trailed off, with a shameful expression, "I kind of… already…"

He cocked an eyebrow before realization washed over his face. Midoriya had already come, just from rubbing himself against Bakugou and having his nipples played with.

"You came just from that...?" Bakugou murmured, without judgement but with some element of disbelief in his voice.

Midoriya began to analyse the marking made on his chest, before glancing accusingly up at the other.

He pursed his lips, "Well you obviously liked it too. Look at the mess you made!"

"You swallowed it! And besides, you made the mess in the first place!" he responded.

"But you were just about to do the same to me!" Midoriya frowned, "Just then!"

Bakugou sighed in a mix of relief and confusion. Midoriya just stared back, unaware of what the other wanted him to do now. He just plainly watched as Bakugou strolled towards his wardrobe, gesturing with his hand as if he were swatting a fly.

"Take some of my pants. But give them back to me tomorrow, or else," he said, "Your t-shirt is clean, right?"

"My t-shirt is fine... thanks,", Midoriya responded, standing up, cautiously. He didn't want any of the mess to fall onto the floor- he already knew Bakugou would kill him.

He grunted in response, throwing some black sweatpants onto the bed and picking some out for himself, too.

"Can I use your bathroom to… clean up?" he asked feebly, still processing what had just happened.

"Uh… Yeah, whatever"

Author Note:

Again, thank you for being patient^.^

Next chapter coming soon3 Thank you for the follows and favs!