dynamight - part 6

[pacifisting]

TFLN - PT 1 🔥 ☆ TFLN continuation PT 2🔥 ☆ Blowjobs aren't legal at hero galas - PT 3 🔥 ☆ How Much Merchandise Can Midoriya Wear To A Hero Gala - PT 4🔥☆ Whoops Bakugou almost died and Midoriya did something dumb - PT 5🔥 ☆ Midoriya sidekicks with Tony Stark Because Fuck You - PT 6🔥



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[dynamight]

[Better than being able to fuck Midoriya down through the bed is being able to watch Midoriya fuck himself. It's not unlike watching his dick go in and out, matching the sounds and noises Midoriya makes for him.

After a moment or two, he sits back (careful of his own sore ass), to let Midoriya ride him, scooping one side of Midoriya's waist in his hand and guiding. Jesus. There's no way he'd be able to see something like this with them videoing over the phone.] Ugh... Deku... [He thinks about it, considers it, and then he pops the meatier side of Midoriya's ass with the flat of his palm.

Really, he thinks he could come again himself. It'd be terribly easy, except Midoriya distracts him too much with finishing. He thinks he can't just allow Midoriya to fuck him near the end when he should be the one fucking, so he changes gears, shifts up and closer. He puts one arm down by Midoriya's shoulder and the palm of the other hooked gently at the nape of Midoriya's neck.] Come on.... Izuku... [The thrusts are quick and solid, matching Midoriya's rocking, not slowing until after Midoriya has babbled a whole lot of his name and the affection, until a mess has been made of the at least two hundred dollar pillow.

Panting, he leans back again, dragging a little of his nails down Midoriya's back as he goes. A second or two to catch his breath, clear his head. He pulls himself out with a thick groan then pushes Midoriya over by the hip, spilling, backside. He's disgustingly sweaty and entirely sweet-scented, but he still wedges himself between Midoriya's legs and drops the entirety of his weight on Midoriya's chest.

Goodbye, he's dead.]

[pacifisting]

[ The smack rips another noise out of him, a groan shocked out of him like he didn't anticipate liking it so much. His hips jerk forward and then he grinds back again, greedily, taking the remaining thrusts with no small amount of enthusiasm, abruptly understanding the term biting the pillow because for a moment all he wants to do his press his face into it and bite so he stops making noises, slurring words about how good Bakguou's dick feels in him.

When it's over, the insides of his thighs sticky with lube, he goes where he's pushed with a quiet oof and flops onto his back, an arm tossed over Bakugou's shoulders as all that weight lands on him again.

He's still panting like he's run a marathon but it slowly fades and with it comes the ache of a too-tense muscle. One leg lifts and he fumbles once, twice for his ankle, stretching it with a grimace. When the cramp fades, he melts into the bed, staring up at the ceiling because that's about all the brain-power he has left at the moment. ]

Mmnghh.

[dynamight]

[Bakugou isn't sure if the loud drum in his ear is his own heart pounding or the pounding of Midoriya's through the chest. He supposes they may be in synch, and the thought heats up his face so he keeps it hidden under Midoriya's chin and against the collar.

It takes a minute or two for him to catch his breath, level it out. His entire body aches, though it may not ache as much as it will tomorrow, he knows, not after the bath and the rub down of his ass and thighs.

Finally, he lifts his head up and props his chin on Midoriya's chest, peering up over Midoriya's jaw with a pair of lax red eyes.] You're gonna have t'fucking shower again. [At least it'll be quick. He probably should, too.]

And fix the fucking bed. At least fix the pillow you got dirty.

[pacifisting]

Yeah, that's your fault.

[ Midoriya cracks his eyes open again just enough to look down his nose at Bakugou, but there's no heat or irritation to it, just lazy contentment as he lies there, listening to the sound of Bakugou's breathing evening out. His own does after a few moments and a yawn hits him fiercely, leaves him stretching again what little he can with all the weight on his body. ]

The bed, the coffee table, the pillows.

[ That's going to be...so much money... God, why. Midoriya groans quietly and drags a hand over his face, torn between sheepish and resigned and his hand pushes messy, sweat-slick curls off of his forehead. ]

Hey, Kacchan. [ Wait, wait, he can DO THIS now. He can say it as much and as obnoxiously as Bakugou calls him idiot!!! ] I love you.

[dynamight]

[It was kinda partially his fault, so all Bakugou can do is grunt dismissively. He doesn't seem at all worried about the destroyed coffee table, or the disorderly bed and dirty pillows.

In fact, he kind of cracks the hint of a smirk.

Except it quickly dies the most sudden death at the last words, and his face ignites easily on the peak of his cheeks, red and flushed. No. NO. Midoriya can NOT do this now at all. NONE.] What the fuck... [Scoffing, he hastily tips his head back down so he can squeeze the side of his head against Midoriya's chest. His red face can't be seen, but whatever, Midoriya can still feel the heat of it anyway.]

New rule, [Muttered.] you fuck, the only time you can say that is when you're coming...

[pacifisting]

[ He can totally do this and fluster Bakugou when he's being a dick. It's like having a superpower just to mess with Bakugou and that's almost too much power to have, really.

Terribly pleased with himself, Midoriya fingers the messy fringe of Bakugou's hair when he hides his face, tugging lightly on a little bit pinched between his fingers. ]

Mmm, no. [ He's probably going to be saying it a lot when he comes, too, sure, but he's not going to leave it to just when he comes. ] I've been waiting ages to be able to say this.