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“Be a good little boy and get down on your knees.”
Bakugo said his voice was low, smooth, dipped in forbidden ecstasy. He placed his thumb to Izuku’s soft lips, spreading them and pushing the tip of his thumb into the other’s mouth. He smirked watching the forest fire of panic bloom in Izuku’s eyes; his expression asking him ‘Are you crazy?’ and ‘what is wrong with you’. But he saw deeper than that, he saw past the angelic facade Deku put up. He saw the part of him that wanted it. That would oh so willingly get on his knees for him. “You heard me bitch.” His voice was silky yet rough, cold and warm all at the same time. But, it did lack humor. Bakugo was a hundred percent serious about his order. He wanted to see his boy on his knees in the middle of an alley. In between two apartment buildings filled to the brim with people. “You better get down fast before we collect a crowd baby boy, you know how fans are. Once they spot a Pro-Hero they won’t leave them alone and you know them being here wouldn’t stop me from using you.” Bakugo said, he smirked sadistically.
His hand that wasn’t placed on Izuku’s lips came up to gently caress the side of his face, moving his hair for him. The soft touches were in direct contrast to the way he was speaking. He rubbed a small circle with the palm of his hand over the other’s lips and once again looked into his beautiful green eyes. Those hungry eyes. The eyes of a person that wanted to submit so bad, wanted to give in. Bakugo leaned in close to Izuku’s ear. “I know you’re growing weak at the knees right now. You want to get down on your knees and suck me dry. Don’t you baby? It's okay, you can say it. You don’t have to fight it. Give in.” Bakugo whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. His voice was painted in different shades of red and purple. Intense, sexual, sensual.
Izuku tried to fight. He tried to ignore Bakugo’s voice, ignoring how right his hot breath felt against his neck. How right his hand felt carassessing his face. How Bakugo was right and his knees were buckling. How his resolve was growing weaker with every touch. But, he couldn’t. Could he? Not here. It risked too much. Their careers, his morals, the respect he had for himself- Then why was he sliding down to his knees? Izuku didn’t know what came over him, but he felt himself falling to the ground slowly. He felt the ground against his knees and he looked up. “Good boy.” He heard Bakugo say.
The pet name sounded like perfectly written poetry falling from Bakugo’s lips, and sounded like an angelic choir singing his favorite song. It was beautiful, perfectly right. He scooted himself closer to Bakugo, his hands coming meeting his thighs as he looked up at him. Izuku took in every perfectly crafted detail that made up Bakugo. From his arms that he spent hours in the gym working on, coming out of his black wife-beater shirt to the bulge protruding in his basketball shorts. Was he going commando? His question was soon answered when Bakugo dropped his shorts down to his ankles. Izuku licked his lips in anticipation.
“Now was that so hard baby?” Bakugo said, gripping his cock at the base and looking down at Izuku. It was almost like he was in a trance. He placed the tip of his cock to Izuku’s mouth, dragging it along his lips. Smearing the precum that had collected on as if it was lipgloss. “Imagine if someone walks down the alley right now. What they would see. The number one hero, student of Endeavour and All Might, on his knees with the Number two’s hero cock on his lips. Imagine the headlines.” Bakugo said with a smirk and moved his cock from Izuku’s lips, slapping his face with his manhood. “Imagine what happens if they find out that you’re nothing but my bitch?” He added, fingers pulling at Izuku’s hair, cock pressed against his face.
“What about all the people who look up to you Izuku,” Bakugo asked, “Do you think they’d still look up to you after finding out you’re nothing but a dirty, low down cocksuker?” He pulled on Izuku’s hair making him look up at him. He still looked as hungry as ever, just as needy. Maybe more so now than before. “A dirty little whore who sucks dick in alleyways and gets off on degradation.” He spat. He watched as his spit made its way down Izuku’s forehead, down his nose, and to his lips adding to the mess that was already there from his precum. Bakugo smirked and waved his cock in Izuku’s face. “Go on, get to doing what you’re good for.”
Izuku nodded his head, bringing his hand to grab Bakugo’s hard length and bringing his lips to the tip of his dick. The first thing he noticed was Bakugo’s scent; burnt sugar. He took it in as he spread his lips and allowed the head of Bakugo’s cock to enter his mouth. His taste was even better; savory, sweet, tart all at once. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Bakugo’s cock. He pressed it against his slit, the delicious taste of his precum flowing onto Deku’s tongue. He looked up at Bakugo. He was looking down at him intently, signature smug expression on his face, shirt slightly pulled up showing off his toned body. Izuku took more of his cock into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around his length, being encouraged by grunts of degrading words falling from Bakugo’s lips. He took the rest of the man’s length down his throat, gagging slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion.
Izuku moved his hand to play with Bakugo’s balls, batting his lashes as he took Bakugo’s length in and out of his mouth. Earning grunts from the man. He flattened his tongue out against the underside of his manhood, he felt fingers gripping at his hair and soon control of pace was taken from him. He felt Bakugo begin to thrust in and out of his throat wildly, using him as if he was a fleshlight. A toy to masturabate with. He gagged, hand gently gripping on Bakugo’s balls, nails digging into his thighs. Bakugo was relentless with his thrust. Izuku’s face went red and tears pricked at his eyes. After a while he was allowed to come up for air.
Bakugo crouched down and smirked as Izuku caught his breath, he gripped him by the jaw and pulled him into a rough kiss. His tongue slipping into his mouth and shooting straight down his throat. He pulled away and stared into Deku’s blissed out eyes. “You’re such a dirty little slut, getting off on being used. You have no shame whatsoever do you. You don’t care that you’re sucking my cock in an ally. That anyone could catch us. That you’d be outed as a cocksucker. Do you?” Bakugo spoke, using his thumb to once again open Deku’s mouth. He spat in his mouth and smirked, rising to his feet again, resuming his relentless assault of Izuku’s throat. With every thrust he buried his cock balls deep into the other’s mouth, balls slapping against Izuku’s chin, spit dripping down onto his face.
After a while, Bakugo pulled out and let his saliva-covered cock rest on Izuku’s face. Smirking down at him. “Take your pants off.” He ordered, sliding his cock along Deku’s face. Spreading a combination of spit and precum over his face. “Now.” He ordered his voice firm. He spoke the word with authority. He watched as Deku fiddled with his belt buckle, he smirked. “Don’t get shy now, we aren’t done yet. I’m going to fuck that tight little hole of yours. Right in this alleyway. Then I’m going to cum in your ass and we’re going to go home.” Bakugo once again crouched down to Izuku’s level, staring at him intensely. He watched as the belt was taken off, the button unbuttoned, zipper undone. “I can do the rest, get on all fours.”
Izuku nodded and followed the order, getting onto all fours, like a dog. He looked back and watched Bakugo get on his knees behind him. He felt his jeans be roughly tugged down to his thighs, he then felt a moist thumb press against his hole. He shivered, a soft moan falling from his lips. “Pl-please.” Was all he could manage to say, he needed this. He needed to feel Bakugo inside of him, not his fingers. He wanted to be ruined by his cock. Izuku let out a pleased moan, head flying back in ecstasy as he felt Bakugo’s manhood push past his entrance and bury itself inside of him. He pressed back against Bakugo, feeling his trimmed pubes against his ass. “I need you.” He whined, bowing his head and arching his back.
That was enough to set Bakugo off. He thrusted in and out of Deku with vigor, as if he was a blowup sex doll. “Fuck!” He grunted, melting into the tight warmth that surrounded his cock as he thrusted in and out of him. He leaned down close to Izuku’s ear, grunting and groaning. Placing wet kisses to the side of his face as he thrusted in and out of his hole, pressing his chest flat against his back. “You’re such a dirty little slut.. You’re my dirty little slut.” Bakugo grunted, his hand wrapping around Izuku gripping his cock and stroking him just as fast as he was thrusting into him. “You’re mine.” His voice was possessive as he spoke, he repeated the sentence over and over with every thrust. Every thrust was a reminder of who Izuku belonged to.
They both chased after their orgasms, moans growing louder filling the alleyway. The only other sound that could be heard was the sound of their skin slapping against each other. Soon, they found their peak. They fell from earth, they felt their souls leave their bodies as they orgasmed. They walked on extratesserial planes as they came in thick ropes of cum. Deku’s painting his own shirt, Bakugo’s flooding Izuku’s ass. Bakugo kept thrusting as he rode his orgasm out. He pulled out and smiled as his cum flowed out of Izuku’s ass, he pressed his thumb to push it back in. “Fuck.” He panted and stood to his feet, he pulled his shorts up and then helped Izuku get up. He chuckled when he saw the cum stain on his shirt. He helped him with his pants and then pulled him into a kiss, this kiss was gentle. Filled with love.
Izuku pulled away, pouting, and folding his arms. “Kacchan, what about my shirt!” He asked and scoffed as Bakugo just started walking off. “You’re such an asshole!” He exclaimed, slightly cut off by Bakugo’s shirt landing on his head. “Nevermind, thank you!” He said and quickly slipped out of his shirt and into Bakugo’s before running to catch up to him.