As Deku went to slide past Bak out of the classroom from their heated conversation, Bak's massive hand reached out. Bak's middle, pointer, and ring fingers curved to cup Deku's pussy while his pinky and thumb were used to keep his hand locked in place.
Bak used Deku's surprise to push him against the wall. The force of Bak's hand against Deku's clit made him whimper in pain. But holy shit, it felt good.
"Don't talk back to me you Brat," Bak growled.
"K-Kachan," Deku stuttered. His face was bright red as he looked around the hallway way. "Anyone could see us!"
Bak ground his palm right on Deku's poor clit. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"
Deku slapped his hand over his mouth to try to suppress the moan that threatened to tear its self from his throat.
"God, you're such a whore." Bak's middle finger curved upwards to feel the heat at Deku's hole. Deku's legs trembled slightly. Thank god for the wall behind him.
"You're so wet for me already. You want me to punish you, don't you?" His fingers separated Deku's lips through his pants while his thumb rubbed Deku's throbbing clit. Deku's back arched off the wall, and his hips lifted to meet Bak's teasing fingers.
"We've got 3 minutes before Aizawa will come out to scold us. Think you can be a good boy for me and cum before then?"
Deku didn't trust himself to speak, so he nodded vigorously.
A toothy sadistic grin framed Bak's face before kissing Deku with brutal force. Bak swallowed his pathetic moans. Deku wrapped his arms around Bak so that his legs wouldn't give out. Bak seemed to realize this and smiled against Deku's mouth.
Bak then shoved his hand down the front of Deku's uniform trousers and rubbed circles around Deku's clit again. Deku thrust against him. He wanted Bak inside him.
No.
He /needed/ Bak inside him.
He needed to be filled and reminded of who /owns/ him.
"Please," Deku whispered against Bak's lips. Bak's hand slips lower until he sinks one of his fingers into Deku's dripping hole. He hasn't been this wet since he watched Bak jerk off in the shower after the gym.
Bak pumped into him a few times before Deku whined, begging for more. He needed to be /filled/ damn it!
"Needy brat," Bak huffed in amusement. There was a slight burn with the stretch of another finger, but it didn't hurt. Bak never hurt him unless he begged for it.
With his other hand, he pulled Deku's dress shirt out of his pants and dragged his nails up Deku's ribs, leaving red marks until he reached Deku's nipple. He played with the nub until it was hard in his hand.
"There!" Deku moaned, "right there!" Bak's fingers thrust up into his g spot. His other hand pinched Deku's nipple hard enough Deku arched off the wall again. His head fell on to Bak's shoulder. He could feel the need to cum rising in his belly.
Oh god, what if they get caught?
Fear ran up Deku's spine like lightning. The thought made his clit twitch.
"Oh fuck, /ah/, Kacchan, please!"
"Cum for me," and he did.
He came so hard his eyes rolled back, and his legs gave out. Bak pressed him against the wall with his body to keep him from falling to the floor.
“Good boy.”
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Temperature play, vaginal fingering, object insertion, almost getting caught, edging, possessive Shoto, dominant Shoto, submissive Momo, pet names
Shoto is such a tease. One finger pushes in and out of Momo’s dripping hole at a leisurely pace. His left middle finger is warmed enough for her to feel the heat but not enough to burn her. His other hand is as cold as ice as it lightly brushes against her blushing clit.
Every feather-like touch makes her squirm. Her body couldn’t decide if it wants to run away from the cold or chase after the stimulation she so desperately craves.
Description: Fallen angel Izuku recounts falling in love with the human he was assigned to guard.
Cw // burning , religious imagery
It hurt to chase after you. The soles of my feet became scorched by hellfire. The smell of burning flesh and smoke filled the air with every step. My legs burned the longer I ran after you. I was walking on holy land after you, even though I was damned.
A monster of my own making, I’m sure. You were a beautiful angel, the most perfect of all god’s creations, in human form.
So I ran after you. I believed in you, unlike anything else. You were chasing your dream.