“D-don’t touch me!” Midoriya scolds as he slapped Bakugou’s hand out of the way. He could have gone either way, but something in Bakugou snapped. This piece of trash was turning him away? After everything he’d done? This slut teased him like that, and only NOW he decides if he’s actually going to let Bakugou have his way. Oh hell no - the fires burn in his eyes, a sickly sort of look in his face.
“Then I’ll just take it,” Bakugou hisses, grabbing Midoriya’s collar and dragging him around him, pulling him away from the sinks and pushing him back into the bathroom stalls. “You don’t need to stand, bitch,” he scorned as he pushed Midoriya back wards into the open stall. For an instant, as Midoriya fell backwards, Bakugou surged with thrill and exhilaration - he could, for an instant, see the mortified helplessness in Midoriya’s eyes that one always has when they fall backwards. It felt good; he wanted to fuck that pathetic look right in the face.
The moment didn’t last though, and much to both of their great surprise Midoriya landed not with a the, but a splash, as Midoriya had fallen into the lifted seat of the toilet. Horrified shame drained all the color from Midoriya’s face as Bakugou as well lost his sickening sneer, now a cold and stern gaze. It was… hard. Although on the outside he could have easily looked like he was ready to kill Midoriya (he would never), for a moment he was certain he felt…. pity for Midoriya. This wasn’t what he’d wanted at all, and perhaps once upon a time this would be better but…. he didn’t want this for him. He should -
No, he would never show Midoriya pity. Instead, moving past his pity and abandoned compassion, he steps forward, speaks -“Guess clean up wasn’t all that long ago”-, grabs the roots of Midoriya’s hair and shoves him back down. “Stay down, fuckface. This is where shit like you belongs.”
Midoriya looked like he could have cried from embarrassment, but forced to look Bakugou in the eyes as Bakugou opened his fly with one hand. After pulling out his erection, he pumps it close to Midoriya’s face before audaciously slapping him slowly on each cheek with the head. “De-ku,” he whispers in beat and then traces Midoriya’s lips with the head of his dick, “Looks like we found a use for trash like you. You know you love it.” It’s not long before Midoriya caves, opening up as if forced to when Bakugou’s dick pushes harder against his lips. He was right. He tried to fight it, just to get himself off, but in the end he wanted Bakugou to fuck him until his knees bled.
Bakugou came without warning into Midoriya’s mouth, with the sharp threat “Swallow it or I’ll kill you.” He liked watching the rise and fall of the boys throat as the cum slid in. Satisfied, he lets go of Midoriya to let his neck rest at last, slipping out of the stall and standing outside it. “Lock the stall, get your pants off, and kick them under the door.”
“Wha…” Midoriya stands, his pants sopping wet… he can’t even deny the request, he wants nothing more than to be out of these awful clothes. A little part of him wondered what Bakugou had in mind…. a little part of him hoped it was Bakugou ‘getting even’ again. His cheeks flushed in shame as he did as he was told.
“Now get your underwear off and come in them.”
“I-I can’t do that!”
“Shut up, you dirty whore, cum in them if you ever want your pants back.”
Color filled Midoriya’s cheeks as he considered how weirdly intimate this whole thing was. Bakugou would just listen on the other side? Some how… he felt cheated, betrayed, or something, but… Bakugou did have his pants. There wasn’t a good way to get out of this mess - at this point, he couldn’t even ask for help…. he wanted Bakugou’s advances so desperately. Shaking slightly, he pulls his underwear off, his dick stone solid hanging in front of him. Perhaps Bakugou would join him?
He didn’t though. Bakugou stood quietly on the other side of the door. Midoriya certainly didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make Bakugou blush over what he was listening to, imagining the way Midoriya’’s hand shook - the quiet fapping of his hand over his dick. His breath became shaky and strained as a shoulder struck the door for balance. The small sounds became louder, the breaths turned to moans, and finally a small sound comes from him: “Kacchan, I’m-“
As Midoriya gasps and shutters, Bakugou can feel his heart melt so quickly that he has to catch his breath. A second later, though, he bites down, angry. What right did Midoriya have making him feel this way. He hisses, angrier than before: “Now kick the underwear under the door and stay there.”
“But-“ Just do it. Weakly, without as much protest as he would have liked, he drops the underwear and kicks them under, not caring what happened next as he panted for air. So Bakugou didn’t join…….
“Here,” Bakugou mutters, something slapping the top of the door. Looking up, Midoriya sees that Bakugou had thrown his pants on the top, and he stares for a long time. Before he can ask, Bakugou has already run off with both the underwear and pants shoved deep inside his backpack.
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“Then I’ll just take it,” Bakugou hisses, grabbing Midoriya’s collar and dragging him around him, pulling him away from the sinks and pushing him back into the bathroom stalls. “You don’t need to stand, bitch,” he scorned as he pushed Midoriya back wards into the open stall. For an instant, as Midoriya fell backwards, Bakugou surged with thrill and exhilaration - he could, for an instant, see the mortified helplessness in Midoriya’s eyes that one always has when they fall backwards. It felt good; he wanted to fuck that pathetic look right in the face.
The moment didn’t last though, and much to both of their great surprise Midoriya landed not with a the, but a splash, as Midoriya had fallen into the lifted seat of the toilet. Horrified shame drained all the color from Midoriya’s face as Bakugou as well lost his sickening sneer, now a cold and stern gaze. It was… hard. Although on the outside he could have easily looked like he was ready to kill Midoriya (he would never), for a moment he was certain he felt…. pity for Midoriya. This wasn’t what he’d wanted at all, and perhaps once upon a time this would be better but…. he didn’t want this for him. He should -
No, he would never show Midoriya pity. Instead, moving past his pity and abandoned compassion, he steps forward, speaks -“Guess clean up wasn’t all that long ago”-, grabs the roots of Midoriya’s hair and shoves him back down. “Stay down, fuckface. This is where shit like you belongs.”
Midoriya looked like he could have cried from embarrassment, but forced to look Bakugou in the eyes as Bakugou opened his fly with one hand. After pulling out his erection, he pumps it close to Midoriya’s face before audaciously slapping him slowly on each cheek with the head. “De-ku,” he whispers in beat and then traces Midoriya’s lips with the head of his dick, “Looks like we found a use for trash like you. You know you love it.” It’s not long before Midoriya caves, opening up as if forced to when Bakugou’s dick pushes harder against his lips. He was right. He tried to fight it, just to get himself off, but in the end he wanted Bakugou to fuck him until his knees bled.
Bakugou came without warning into Midoriya’s mouth, with the sharp threat “Swallow it or I’ll kill you.” He liked watching the rise and fall of the boys throat as the cum slid in. Satisfied, he lets go of Midoriya to let his neck rest at last, slipping out of the stall and standing outside it. “Lock the stall, get your pants off, and kick them under the door.”
“Wha…” Midoriya stands, his pants sopping wet… he can’t even deny the request, he wants nothing more than to be out of these awful clothes. A little part of him wondered what Bakugou had in mind…. a little part of him hoped it was Bakugou ‘getting even’ again. His cheeks flushed in shame as he did as he was told.
“Now get your underwear off and come in them.”
“I-I can’t do that!”
“Shut up, you dirty whore, cum in them if you ever want your pants back.”
Color filled Midoriya’s cheeks as he considered how weirdly intimate this whole thing was. Bakugou would just listen on the other side? Some how… he felt cheated, betrayed, or something, but… Bakugou did have his pants. There wasn’t a good way to get out of this mess - at this point, he couldn’t even ask for help…. he wanted Bakugou’s advances so desperately. Shaking slightly, he pulls his underwear off, his dick stone solid hanging in front of him. Perhaps Bakugou would join him?
He didn’t though. Bakugou stood quietly on the other side of the door. Midoriya certainly didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make Bakugou blush over what he was listening to, imagining the way Midoriya’’s hand shook - the quiet fapping of his hand over his dick. His breath became shaky and strained as a shoulder struck the door for balance. The small sounds became louder, the breaths turned to moans, and finally a small sound comes from him: “Kacchan, I’m-“
As Midoriya gasps and shutters, Bakugou can feel his heart melt so quickly that he has to catch his breath. A second later, though, he bites down, angry. What right did Midoriya have making him feel this way. He hisses, angrier than before: “Now kick the underwear under the door and stay there.”
“But-“ Just do it. Weakly, without as much protest as he would have liked, he drops the underwear and kicks them under, not caring what happened next as he panted for air. So Bakugou didn’t join…….
“Here,” Bakugou mutters, something slapping the top of the door. Looking up, Midoriya sees that Bakugou had thrown his pants on the top, and he stares for a long time. Before he can ask, Bakugou has already run off with both the underwear and pants shoved deep inside his backpack.