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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Choking, Asphyxiation, First_Time
      Blow_Jobs, explicit_blow_jobs, Dubiously_Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Smut, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
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      Published: 2016-08-18 Words: 3238
****** Took It Like a Champ ******
by InfiniteTeal
Summary
     Midoriya takes it like a champ when Bakugou forces him down to give
     the most miserable and rudest blow job of his life. He's the one that
     leaves Bakugou speechless in the end.
Notes
     Literally just an entire bakudeku blow job fic.
See the end of the work for more notes
Don't do it because you like it, do it because it's hot.
Someone gave Midoriya that advice, he couldn't remember who it came from.
He didn't like it, the taste of Bakugou's cock that is. He didn't like the
feeling in his mouth either. It took him a while to adjust and it's not like
Bakugou has that much patience to wait. Midoriya wanted to try it but with
Bakugou was like pushing him to the extreme.
There was a tight fist in his highlighted hair, keeping his head up and his
movements to a minimum. His fingers were clutching at Bakugou's thighs, hoping
to be released to have a second to breathe. Midoriya wasn't very skilled, it
was his first time after all, but Bakugou wasn't going to care when he had the
chance to stuff Midoriya's mouth. Midoriya had to learn quick what to do and
how to do it, but that was always his strong suit. He could read Bakugou easily
just by how he shifted and moved. If Bakugou liked something, Midoriya could
easily tell.
Right at the moment, they were supposed to be doing something, hero practice.
They were supposed to be fighting. The two of them ran off since it wasn't
their turn and decided this would be a better way to pass the time. It was
incredibly better.
At least for Bakugou.
His brutal mannerisms would never halt just because Midoriya was on his knees
for him. He planned to enjoy every last minute of this.
And as much as Midoriya hated everything about giving a blow job, especially to
the one person that might even kill him, he looked like he was enjoying it.
That was the point, right?
Even if he hated it, he still looked like he enjoyed it. That's what made it so
much hotter.
Bakugou's fingers were pulling harder on Midoriya's hair, making him take more
than he could obviously handle. Midoriya jolted, his body tensing as he did his
best not to gag from being forced down harder. Drool fell from his lip and he
couldn't move to wipe it off; his fingers were grabbing on to Bakugou's thighs,
his nails digging in harder from the stress of not breathing.
It was embarrassing to be such a mess. Midoriya's face was bright red, and
there were tear stains on his cheeks. The stinging pain from not breathing made
his eyes water. His lips were wet, so were his chin and neck from the excessive
saliva he couldn't catch. The longer he stayed down, the more his mouth watered
around Bakugou's cock.
His vision blurred and began to fade. He wanted to fight Bakugou to let him go
so he could at least get a bit of air. His body was getting weaker by the
second and Bakugou keeping his face pressed into him was not helping. How long
had he been down like this? Bakugou kept his face pressed into him for a while.
He was balls deep in Midoriya's mouth; it's not like he cared this was the
first time Midoriya was doing this, it's better to break him now before he has
enough strength to do whatever he wants. Bakugou showed no mercy, and that was
expected of him. He just wanted to feel good, and he did, especially with the
way Midoriya struggled to breathe and how his mouth somehow wrapped perfectly
around Bakugou's skin.
Midoriya needed to breathe. His fingers were clawing at Bakugou's thighs but
the pain wasn't getting to him. There was nothing Midoriya could do. It's like
he had to wait until Bakugou was satisfied.
Kacchan...c-can't breathe...
Midoriya can't talk with his mouth full.
Finally, Bakugou had enough compassion to let Midoriya go. Midoriya was quick
to pull away and gasp for as much air as he could hold, coughing in between
heavy breaths. Ropes of saliva from his mouth still hung to Bakugou's throbbing
cock. Midoriya kept his gaze down on to the ground, still breathing and
drooling from what he went through.
Bakugou definitely wasn't done yet.
"Come on, Deku." He grinned.
Midoriya felt a wet slap against his cheek. The slippery skin rubbed more on
him, getting his face dirty. He closed his eyes slowly and took another deep
breath, his body trying to ease the fire that was in his chest. Bakugou
continued to rub his cock against Midoriya's face, trying to get him to focus.
"You don't need to breathe that fucking much." Bakugou said, moving his hands
to Midoriya's hair again, sparing the violent grip and forceful moving.
Midoriya needed a second to think. Bakugou wanted to keep going but Midoriya
honestly didn't believe he would make it. This was much more difficult than he
assumed it was. He swallowed again and gasped through his open mouth, getting
ready to go down again.
Don't do it because it feels good, do it because it's sexy.
Someone else told him that. He didn't believe it was appealing in the slightest
but Bakugou was enjoying himself.
Midoriya swallowed the lump in his throat, the scratchy feeling making him
uncomfortable, but he looked up to Bakugou like he was fine. He wasn't, but he
was going to look like he was. It's sexy right? If he acted like he wanted it,
then maybe Bakugou would really get turned on.
"Kacchan..." Midoriya was still breathless but he moved closer anyway, his lips
pressing against the tip of his cock.
It glistened in front of him. The veins were throbbing too. Midoriya didn't
know what else to think. Bakugou had to be enjoying himself, right? Midoriya
looked up again to see Bakugou's wicked smile on his face. It was cruel that
Bakugou wanted to choke Midoriya, but how could he resist when Midoriya had his
eyes up to him like he wanted to be choked?
Midoriya didn't want to complain about how he felt lightheaded or how his jaw
ached to the point where he wanted to quit.
For now, Bakugou's fingers weren't yanking at his hair, so now was his chance
to do what he wanted. Midoriya had to take it slow, this was his first time
after all. He had this thing for studying how Bakugou reacted to certain
things. Midoriya opened his mouth only to let his tongue out, licking the tip
of Bakugou's cock to taste the cum that began to leak out; he hated the taste,
absolutely hated it, but that didn't stop him.
He could hear Bakugou's breath hitch as he continued to lick the tip. His head
moved forward and his lips wrapped around Bakugou's skin, only to let his
tongue flick over the tip some more. That's what Bakugou liked the most, and
Midoriya finding that out was a big mistake. He opened his mouth again, his
tongue still moving but trails of saliva slid down Bakugou's cock from
Midoriya's mouth as he let out his heavy breaths. When his lips closed again,
Bakugou moaned, leaning his head back against the concrete wall, and his hands
gripped Midoriya's hair again, wanting to move his head so his lips would rub
his skin more.
"Damn..." Bakugou didn't think it would feel this good.
It was a shame that he held in the urge to demand more.
Midoriya had his skills, Bakugou had to admit that. It took a while for him to
get into it, but Midoriya had things he knew how to do. He learned quickly and
figured things out. Whether it was from Bakugou's help or his need to just be
better, something got him to learn fast.
Slowly, Midoriya opened his mouth wider and swallowed more of Bakugou's cock,
making it down to the base and giving Bakugou the best few seconds he's ever
had in his life. Midoriya had enough strength to hold his breath again, and he
held all of Bakugou's cock in his mouth effortlessly. This was the fourth try,
and he was okay with it. It didn't bother him that he could feel the throbbing
in his mouth or the intense heat. He wanted to swallow all of Bakugou's cock,
so he did it. His mouth stayed as open as he could keep it, more drool
stringing at his chin. When he gagged, it didn't frighten him. His fingers
didn't dig into Bakugou's thighs from the fear of doing something incredibly
wrong. Bakugou began to shake and his hips were aching to move forward into
Midoriya's mouth to feel down his throat more.
Surprisingly, he held the urge.
When Midoriya gagged again, Bakugou actually saw stars. Feeling Midoriya's
throat move against the tip of his cock actually made his hair stand on ends.
The chills, the shaking, feeling the gagging, it was that good.
He hated how much he was into it. This should be humiliating for Midoriya, but
it definitely was not. Not in the slightest. And Bakugou, well he had his
moments.
"Fuck," he cursed as his hands yanked at Midoriya's hair again. When he felt
Midoriya's throat moving, he gasped. "Fuck!" He groaned through his teeth.
Midoriya pulled away slowly, his lips sliding on Bakugou's skin as he pulled
back to let his cock fall out of his mouth. He swallowed to ease the pain in
his throat. More saliva pooled in his mouth even though Bakugou's cock didn't
fill him. His eyes moved up to stare at Bakugou again, wanting to know if he
was doing this right.
"Am I doing okay, Kacchan?" He asked, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
Bakugou couldn't answer the question. Was he even listening? He was somewhere
far away for just a second. Midoriya watched Bakugou breathe, his chest
expanding with the orange X on his hero costume. Bakugou's hands were still
gripping hard in Midoriya's hair but they were shaking. His cock was jerking
more as well, aching to release.
How long will it be before he snaps?
Midoriya was slow to move again, his mouth wrapping around the eager cock that
throbbed in front of him. It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe
but he dealt with it. He knew the taste of Bakugou's cock now, it didn't bother
him. He was good to keep his mouth open as he bobbed his head, sucking Bakugou
off like he has been.
Bakugou's fingers tightened in Midoriya's curly hair, pulling him forward more
abruptly and forcing him to deep throat. Now Midoriya began to struggle. His
hands held Bakugou's thighs as he tried to keep himself steady; Bakugou wasn't
exactly gentle with him, especially with the way he kept him in place. Midoriya
couldn't fight him off either.
His coughs were muffled by Bakugou's cock in his throat. His eyes watered again
just like before from the pain of not breathing. With the way Bakugou was
forcing his way in his throat, Midoriya wasn't going to last long. Bakugou
moved his head for him, using his mouth as a personal toy. He was thrusting
into his face until finally he had the nerves to keep Midoriya's face pressed
into him without letting go.
Midoriya absolutely could not move. Bakugou's arm pressed down on Midoriya's
head, his gauntlet rubbing in his hair and keeping him down. Midoriya didn't
have enough strength to panic. The only thing he could feel now was the fire in
his chest from not breathing.
Can't....breathe... can't breathe. It didn't matter what he thought, he
couldn't say it with his mouth full.
Bakugou moaned out loud, his hips moving up as he jerked forward, his other
hand moving under Midoriya's face to keep him up. His mouth was still moving
somehow, but he felt the forceful gag at his throat that made him fearful.
Bakugou was not going to let him go.
"Yeah!" Bakugou felt weaker by the second. "You're taking it like a fucking
champ...just-don't move!" He had a thing for getting his cock swallowed, for
feeling the roughness at the back of Midoriya's throat, for wanting to make
Midoriya suffer.
Nothing turned him on more.
Midoriya had little strength left. As he choked, his visioned blurred, his eyes
rolling and the tears flowing down his cheeks. His hands dropped from Bakugou's
thighs, his arms going limp. Bakugou barely even noticed. He kept Midoriya down
for a few more seconds before moving his arm from behind his head. His hands
lifted in Midoriya's hair, pushing him back so his cock would be released from
his mouth.
It hurt, Midoriya's throat hurt.
His head swirled, and his chest burned.
Bakugou knew the kind of damage he was doing and it made him smile. It was
Midoriya's face that got him into it. The way his eyes glazed and filled with
tears, how his face was wet from crying from the pain, the way his wet mouth
hung open with drool spilling to his chin. There were more strings of saliva
that hung from Bakugou's cock and Midoriya's mouth, and what's better was that
Bakugou's cock was completely coated in Midoriya's drool. Midoriya had no clue.
He couldn't see. Bakugou stared at that face, and it made him want to do it all
over again.
Midoriya's forceful cough erupted from his throat; he didn't fight the pain but
it did hurt when he gagged and coughed. He blinked, the tears flowing down his
red cheeks again. He swallowed over and over to take care of the pain in his
throat and the excessive saliva that pooled in his mouth. As his vision
cleared, he looked up at Bakugou, that innocent messy look on his face.
"Done yet, Deku?" Bakugou asked, a smirk at his lips.
Kacchan didn't cum yet.
Midoriya was more concerned with how Bakugou wasn't finished more than that he
felt like he was going to pass out. And he might've from how lightheaded he
was. Everything was swirling. He wasn't going to let that stop him.
Do it because it's sexy.
Do it because it's hot.
Do it because he'll like it.
Midoriya opened his mouth again and waited for Bakugou to make the next move.
His green eyes were staring up at Bakugou's face as if he wanted to be face
fucked and choked, at least that's what Bakugou thought it meant. And boy, did
he enjoy that. He couldn't hide the wide smile that spread on his face. His
hands held Midoriya's face as he moved forward to thrust his cock in Midoriya's
mouth.
He wasn't slow, he had no patience to take it slow. Bakugou always pushed
Midoriya to his limit even at a time like this. And in his mind, he thought he
was making Midoriya miserable and that's what was getting him off. The innocent
look in Midoriya's eyes? There was no way he could've wanted it that badly. But
Bakugou wouldn't say anything if he did. After all, he was feeding Midoriya now
and he wasn't fighting back.
It just felt so amazing.
Bakugou was moaning louder as he fucked Midoriya's mouth; he heard the muffled
coughs and groans that came from Midoriya's throat but he couldn't stop. It was
like his hips didn't want to. In fact, Bakugou didn't want to. He liked hearing
Midoriya struggle. He liked the sound of the muffled and forced gags that came
from him, and the wet sounds as he moved his cock deeper in Midoriya's mouth.
He cursed louder as he moaned, bringing Midoriya even further to feel the heat
envelope his entire cock. Even when he was balls deep in Midoriya's mouth, he
didn't have the need to stop. It felt too good.
Midoriya tensed up and his hands were at Bakugou's thighs again to try and push
him away. He struggled to breathe but he's been struggling to breathe for a
while and he does his best to put up with it but he's reaching that limit
quickly. His body jolted when he gagged again, the reflex showing up a lot more
as Bakugou forced him down.
The only thing he could do now was keep his mouth open so Bakugou could have a
good time. Midoriya paid no attention to the drool that overflowed from his
mouth, the way his tears filled his eyes, how much his chest hurt. And as much
as he really needed to breathe, he didn't want to. Bakugou was doing a great
job with choking him and Midoriya had to stay on his knees and take it. He
gagged again and again, and Bakugou seemed to like it more each it time.
"Shit-" Bakugou gasped for air as he leaned his head back. His fingers kept a
tight grip on Midoriya to keep his head going.
Midoriya had enough strength to move his hands up.
"Gonna...-cum!"
That wasn't the only thing he was going to do. Midoriya had to get Bakugou's
hands out of his hair quickly; his fingers wrapped around Bakugou's wrists,
using all the strength he had to force them out of his hair and against the
concrete wall Bakugou leaned on.
His quirk finally appeared, blowing up chunks of concrete as his fingers dug
into the crater of rubble. The pieces of rocks created a pile of debris on
either side of him but that wouldn't worry him. Midoriya, on the other hand,
had enough to deal with.
He didn't pull away fast enough, he forgot he had the chance to. He kept
Bakugou's cock deep in his mouth instead of breathing. And there was nothing
hotter than Midoriya picking Bakugou instead of actually breathing in air. By
the time it clicked that he could move away, Bakugou was already cumming in his
mouth.
Midoriya didn't move.
Bakugou's cum spilled on his tongue and down his throat. Still, Midoriya didn't
move. He closed his eyes and fought the urge that made him want to wrench away
and spit it out. There was a lot more than he expected as well, but he couldn't
do anything about it. He swallowed as Bakugou continued cumming in his mouth.
It was swallow after swallow after swallow until there was nothing left for him
to drink.
Bakugou had to calm down before he torched the entire building behind him. His
hands were still smoking even after he finished. There was nothing left for him
to grab, his hands already marked the wall and caused parts to crumble. He
breathed deeply, staring up at the sky until he could move on his own. There
was still heat around his cock, the same sensation that made him want to go
again.
He could feel Midoriya's lips as he pulled away. The heat was gone but Bakugou
was some how satisfied. He looked down at Midoriya only to find that he wasn't
struggling to hold anything in his mouth.
There was nothing. As Midoriya gasped for air, Bakugou could see there was
nothing in Midoriya's mouth.
He swallowed all of it.
"Tch." Bakugou looked away quickly.
If anything, Midoriya was the real monster in this scenario.
Kacchan, did I do it right?
Midoriya couldn't speak. His throat hurt and his jaw was sore. He had nothing
more to say, and his actions were going to speak louder than his words.
Don't do it because you love how it tastes, do it because he'll be speechless.
Midoriya couldn't remember who told him that, but they were right.
"Fucking Deku..."
Bakugou had nothing else to say.
End Notes
     P.s. spitters are quitters and last time I checked, Midoriya was
     never a quitter.
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