OOF ITS NOT THE COMPLETE SMUT (Y E T) IT JUST A BLOW JOB PORTION FORGIVE ME ITS TWELVE AM AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT.

(Oh, and, this book was created out of a dare. Friend asked me to create a porn with plot book which I wheezed at, and this abomination happened.)
Basically, Izuku giving him the S U C C
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Dinner was quick, to say the least.

Aside from Mrs. Midoriya gushing over how adorable Katsuki was in Izuku's oversized shirt and the growing sexual tension that caused Katsuki to spill his apple juice twice in a row, the night was uneventful.

He had alerted his old hag, who was genuinely worried for her son since she was screeching like a damn banshee when he finally charged his phone and called her. Though she relaxed after he told her that he crashed in Izuku's house, with her quickly realizing the first-name terms they were at and chaos ensuing at that thought. Insufferable.

After dinner, Izuku quickly took Bakugou up to his room, which he fully complied to, his dick thinking instead of his brain.

——(better turn the fuck back if you don't want any of this nasty shit boi)—-

"Katsu- hnn.." Izuku trailed off into a quiet whimper when Bakugou pushed him against the wall, baring his neck as he nipped and lightly licked on the soft skin. Their bodies pressed together, slotting against each other like puzzle pieces. He was careful not to mark him, though.

He padded his palms up Izuku's waist, lingering on his hips momentarily as he hungrily pulled away from his neck and pushed his lips against the other young adult's. He felt this warm, fuzzy feeling settling in his stomach when Izuku tentatively drew his tongue across Bakugou's bottom lip, which earned him a quiet grunt.

It was hot, Bakugou noticed. Hot down there. It was like a fucking hell fire, and he wanted something to sooth it.

His dick was pressing hard against his underwear, trying to get rid of the cloth confining it as he felt the body under him writhe around like a snake, Izuku trying to buck his hips just so he could grind on anything. Anything at all to try and get rid of the itch.

If Bakugou was being honest, he had no idea what the fuck he was doing. But hey, judging from Midoriya's expression, it was (questionably) working.

"Bed," Izuku gasped out when Bakugou licked a long stripe along his collarbone, earning him a shudder. Izuku pawed his shirt, whimpering and tugging at the fabrics. Katsuki growled, low and primal in his throat as he hesitantly complied to the order.

Thankfully, he still has an ounce of common sense, using the wall as a guide to awkwardly shuffle towards the bed, the body under him shaking ever so slightly making it hard to move. He hit his leg on the edge of his bookshelf, the words "Ow, Shit." Leaving his mouth as he clumsily tipped over.

They thankfully landed on the bed, mattress squeaking at their added weight.

It was dim in the room, the only source of light was the weak orange tinted lamp that stuck to Izuku's bed, shining against their backs as they both leaned back to catch their breath.

Izuku looked utterly (on what Katsuki could only describe as) amazing under him. The dim lights hooded his lush green eyes, making them stand out more. Freckles (that vaguely reminded him of sprinkles.) littered his cheeks like dots of stars against the dark sky; contrasting wonderfully against his evenly toned skin.

He was caught up in the moment as well, lashes fluttering up and down as he tried to catch his breath, a million thoughts running in his brain as lust tried to threaten it's functionality. They stayed like that for a moment, eyes locking into each other's as they stared each other down. And of course, Katsuki had to ruin the moment with his stupid thoughts.

He let the question slip by accident. "Could I grind on you?"

Embarrassment backhanded his face in an instant when he subconsciously let out the blunt inquiry. Who could fucking blame him though?- "Y-yeah." His meek voice made him almost jump in surprise.

Izuku looked up at him, the gaze made a jolt that directly went down to his dick that was uncomfortably straining against his (borrowed) shorts.

He noticed the awkward tangle of limbs under him, and he gingerly extracted his legs, in turn straddling Izuku instead.

The thin layer of basketball shorts almost left nothing to the imagination as he experimentally ground down onto his lap. Midoriya let out a soft gasp as he pressed his clothed cock against his as well, feeling the spark of pleasure that made him want more of it.

Bakugou was absolutely fucking livid inside.

Holy shit. Holy shit. He has a fucking model in bed. Grinding. On him. I mean, he was a model as well, but it kinda made a difference that you're actually fucking someone. Plus, it was THE fucking Midoriya, one of the most rapidly growing model agencies out there that was serious competition to the Bakugou's agencies-

"Katsuki. Breathe." Bakugou's breath hitched, almost chocking him as he realized he almost forgot to to inhale. He quivered when gently Izuku took his wrist and pulled, cocking his hips as he gave a particularly rough grind.

His eyes were soft as he set a slow rhythm, seeing that this was seriously Katsuki's first time in bed (which was proven by the pre-cum rapidly staining his shorts.). Should he top?-

His thoughts were interrupted when Katsuki's leg twitched, surprisingly sharp teeth biting down into his bruised lip as he winced. "Ngah.. Izuku... Hnn..." He felt the pleasure get more intense at the call of his name.

The rhythm became erratic like their breathing, Katsuki's legs almost giving out from the effort (and considering they ran outside in the middle of a rainstorm for thirty minutes straight, he fully understands.)  of trying to match the pace.

Then, it hit Izuku.

Holy shit, Katsuki was about to cum.

Izuku pointedly grinned as he took the reigns and flipped them both over, rolling onto the other side of the bed as he heard the "I can't believe you just did that" gasp from him.

He was on top now, Katsuki's legs splayed on either side of his hips, giving full on access to his crotch. Bakugou looked wrecked.

His eyes were barely open in a dazed expression, body still jolting from the ability to cum being ripped away from him, the unsatisfied burning hole in his stomach amplifying greatly. "Bastard," he snapped, but it only came out with a whiny tone through his teeth. He was so damn vulnerable right now he wanted the floor to just swallow him out of embarrassment. Izuku leaned down, unheeding of the attempt to piss him off as he placed a sweet kiss on his jaw. His lips burned through his skin like fire. Fuck. He was too sensitive.

"You there Kacchan?" He forced a grunt as a response, his head turned to the side as he glared a hole into one of the pillows. "Answer me using words." He heard the concerned tone in Izuku's sentence, making him growl. "Yeah, Yeah, fucking Deku. Just.. Fucking get onto it."

Izuku smiled to himself as the usual snarky tone returned to his hoarse voice. He was trying to take it slow, since Katsuki might quite literally develop a fever from his skin overheating. Katsuki's body language (with his constant twitching and unsure glances) told him he was still hesitant, and he even admits that they're going real fast. Too fast.

A smirk made his way into his lips.

He'll just settle for something less then. To make him.. Adjust.

"Here," he murmured, climbing off of Katsuki which made the latter let out a strangled sound of alarm. "What the Fuck are you doing!?" - "Don't worry. We'll take this slow, okay?"

Izuku shoves the covers to the side as he shuffled off the bed, standing up and stretching his stiff limbs to loosen them a bit. "I don't need to take it slow, damn shitstain! I just- .." Katsuki sat up quickly as he pulled the sweaty covers off his body. "Don't worry. I'll still make you come. Now, sit against the wall with your legs spread open, Yeah?," Izuku instructed him slowly, the small gesture of licking his lips made Katsuki gulp.

No way. Was he going to-

"I'll suck you off."

Oh great. It was his turn to be blunt.

Katsuki unintentionally flushed at the nonchalant tone of Izuku, who kneeled onto the bed again and waited for him to comply.

Which he did, of course, almost obediently as he felt the pounding in his ribs when he shuffled and slumped down onto the cold wall.
The feeling wasn't unpleasant, and it cooled his overheating body down a bit making his relax.

He pulled the pillows towards him, something to brace himself in just in case. He spread his legs wider, uncharacteristically shy as he felt his hard-on tenting on the light fabric, pre-cum leaning through the tip.

Izuku gently positioned himself in front of him, laying on his stomach as he let Katsuki rest his toned thighs on his shoulders. He looked up at Bakugou, his face right next to his fucking boner as he leaned his head on Katsuki's inner thighs.

'H-holy shit, oh fuck-'

Katsuki let out an embarrassed curse, fingers digging into the soft, white pillow he took. It was enough to ground him a bit, temporarily stabilizing his teenager hormones fucking around. Izuku purred to try and assure him, before proceeding to gingerly tug at the waistband of the shorts he rutted in. He reminded himself to apologize for that later.

His cock sprung up eagerly, Bakugou being very relieved that it was trapped in the pants anymore- before he saw Izuku's eyes widen, staring at his dick like it was a fucking diamond.
"F-fucking Hell, Deku." Izuku looked at him in the eyes, a wide grin on his face as he stuck out his tongue and gave an experimental lick at the base. Katsuki hissed through his teeth, the sensitivity still not fading away. The foreign feeling made him throw his head back and practically beg for more.

"Tell me if it gets to much." Izuku murmured against the tip, before guiding it into his mouth, tasting the slight saltiness of it as he ran his tongue over the slit.

Midoriya's mouth was warm, making Katsuki's breath labored as his legs shook. Tremors travelled across his body because holy fucking SHIT this felt too good to be true.

He bucked his hips roughly, unintentionally making Izuku's eyes widen at his mouth suddenly filled. Katsuki rolled his hips insistently, whimpering and murmuring strings of curses that could make a sailor flinch.
"Fuck. F-uck!," he gasped as Izuku hummed, sending vibrations up into his spine. His thoughts were fuzzy like a ball of tangled yarn, scattering all over the place as Izuku gave a hard suck, drawing out more pre-cum as a tight, burning knot formed deep in his stomach. This is it. He has achieved the definition of fucking BLESSED.

Izuku bobbed his head, adjusting his already tired jaw around him to accommodate to his size, tongue flicking the tip here and then just to hear the drawn out moans.

He was concentrated, hands soothingly massaging Katsuki's thighs, noticing how his moans grew a higher pitch, hips frantically snapping up and down.
His dick twitched in Izuku's mouth.

He was chasing his release already.

Izuku wrapped his tongue around his cock before shoving his head down and taking his whole cock in.

"Fuck- shit. I-Izuku..- Ngh!" Katsuki's vision went white for a second, letting out a sharp bark of Midoriya's name as he came.

Izuku made him ride out his orgasm, lightly sucking on the tip as cum flowed down his throat, making his swallow it. He pulled away, a string of cum connecting before snapping easily as Izuku wiped his mouth.

Katsuki was all red like a tomato, blood rushing into his ears and cheeks as he momentarily came down from his high, his legs still sprawled out in a lazy manner. "Katsuki.."

"Holy fucking shit, Deku. Oh my god. What the fuck. That was- What the fucking shit."

Izuku looked at him, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you.. Okay?"

"Bitch," Katsuki looked at him, lifting the arm that covered his eyes just to see an eccentric emotion on his face.
His red pupils were enlarged by a whole lotta percent.

"I'm fucking extravagant."

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Y'all I cried when I made this-