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"Ready."
Midoriya looked up from twiddling her fingers, and laughed at Bakugou standing at the threshold of the bathroom to the master bedroom, hands on his hips, jutting out to display the black strap-on he'd finally finished adjusting.
"Looks good," Midoriya promised, at Bakugou's inquiring eye squinting. "I'm not laughing at you." Not really, not like that. She pat the bed and tilted her head towards Bakugou. "Just. Excited. Come on, get over here."
Bakugou didn't necessarily approach cautiously, but his movements were deliberate and slow. "You sure about this?"
Midoriya propped up onto her knees and crawled forward, leaning past the edge of the bed to snag Bakugou's wrist and tug him the rest of the way to the bed, eyes imploring. "I'm sure. I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, I was just -- ah, hm, you're not gonna like that, either."
Bakugou relented and let Midoriya pull him in, wrist limp, and he propped one knee on the edge of the bed once he was alongside the mattress. His other hand came up to hover just shy of touching the arm Midoriya was propping herself up with to lean over the edge of the bed, a phantom of support, a safeguard as if she might lose her balance, which she wouldn’t.
He frowned and his mouth pulled a little at the corner, like an involuntary twitch. "What? What was it you were doing, if I'm not gonna like it so damn much?"
Midoriya leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Bakugou's chin. "I was just thinking that you're really really cute."
Bakugou's hand hovering at Midoriya's arm finally made light contact and Bakugou, face flushing a little, leaned down to press his forehead to Midoriya's, almost like an affectionately soft headbutt. " 'm not, shut up. We're getting ready to fuck, what's wrong with you?"
Midoriya grinned, moved in to steal a kiss on the lips, then pulled away to scoot to the middle of the bed. Bakugou, for all his grumbling, followed, climbing fully onto the bed as well. Midoriya’s eyes tracked the strap-on dangling between his legs, the way the low light of the room made the black length of the dildo look shiny. Inviting, almost. Midoriya's mouth watered a bit at the thought, but she tried to stay focused.
"Alright," she said, and judging by the nearly smug look on Bakugou's face already, he'd noticed her staring. No matter, she ignored him and got comfortable laying down on her side, facing Bakugou crouched on his knees on the mattress. "So, remember the rules?"
Bakugou's express shuttered back into apprehensive, almost-annoyed at first glance. Midoriya knew he was actually just nervous, especially as Bakugou shifted his weight from knee to knee, the strap-on swaying slightly with the motion.
"Yeah,” Bakugou said, inching a tiny bit closer to Midoriya laid out for him, but still hesitating. “Don't call your asshole a cunt, like last time."
Midoriya snorted at the blunt, flat way he put it. "Last time -- you know we didn't stop just because of that, right?"
There were a whole bunch of other reasons why last time they tried this Bakugou had only gotten two fingers deep in Midoriya in preparation before Midoriya had called it all off. To be fair, half of those reasons were Bakugou and the other half were Midoriya and it wasn't really anyone's fault, just. They'd never had sex like this before. They hadn’t been ready last time, and this time they were.
Midoriya had prepped herself, and Bakugou had gotten things on his end ready, and now they were going to meet each other midway. Smiling to herself, Midoriya reached over to lace her fingers through Bakugou's, and waited the usual one second delay before Bakugou tightly squeezed her hand back.
"I know," Bakugou mumbled and he came in close and leaned down, their hands still linked, to press a kiss to the inside corner of Midoriya's eye, then to the bridge of her nose, and finally to her freckled cheek. "It was the final straw, though."
True. Midoriya squeezed his hand. "Well, yeah, but you get it now. Come on, big boy."
Bakugou pulled back a little, glaring and blushing and making Midoriya laugh in delight. "Stop it," he said lowly, though there went the edges of his mouth again, curling up ever so slightly. He never meant it, when it came to that nickname. Still, Midoriya tried to use it sparingly.
Midoriya reeled him back in one-handedly, mouth going for the underside of Bakugou's jaw and sucking there softly. Bakugou let out a quiet little groan. Midoriya huffed out another laugh against his skin. "Whatever you say, Kacchan."
The fingers of Bakugou’s free hand had found their way to one of Midoriya's sensitive nipples, slightly swollen from Midoriya pinching them earlier during prep, and he rubbed at it roughly, finger and thumb closing tightly around the nub.
"Stop laughing so much," Bakugou said, voice triumphant as Midoriya stuttered out a moan.
"Well," Midoriya managed to get out softly, lips tracing along the smooth line of Bakugou's throat before she bit it fiercely, hard enough to leave teeth marks and bruising and to smart a little and have Bakugou squirm, thighs pressing together, because he liked the pain. "Maybe you should hurry up and fuck me, then?"
Bakugou huffed to catch his breath. The harness of the strap-on clanked lightly as he began to move, pushing off the bed and shifting around. "Alright already, you fuckin’ impatient little..."
Bakugou trailed off, never finishing the thought of what exactly Midoriya was, but he resettled between Midoriya's thighs, pushing them apart to do so. Midoriya was somewhat embarrassed by the sight, and pressed a hand tightly to her mouth as she took in Bakugou, vibrant and handsome and all lithe muscles, kneeling between her thighs, staring at her half-mast cock already beading with precome.
"Hm," Bakugou said appraisingly, one of his thumbs tracing light circles on the inside of Midoriya’s thigh as he took in the sight of her, too. "Lot of big talk for someone who’s already halfway there."
Midoriya jabbed him in the thigh with the heel of her foot, "It's not even you." A lie. "After all, I was just fingering myself not even ten minutes ago, shut up." Yeah, while thinking of him. Thinking about him and his strap-on cock and how he was gonna fuck her.
Midoriya's cock twitched noticeably at the thought again. She felt it, and she saw the grin spreading on Bakugou's face, very very self-satisfied. "Shut up." She was whining now.
"Okay, okay," Bakugou said, reaching up and up and -- oh. Midoriya flinched away with a gasp, shocked and pleased all at once, at Bakugou's soft and warm fingers touching her where she was already pliant and damp with lube.
"You're so wet," Bakugou said faintly, and when Midoriya looked into his eyes, she saw his pupils were blown wide. "God, okay, give me a sec -- "
Midoriya wriggled as Bakugou maneuvered them, until the backs of Midoriya's thighs were balanced on the muscled fronts of Bakugou's thighs, her knees hooked around Bakugou's slim waist. The dildo was rubbing against Midoriya's entrance, tip damp and oh, that was why it had looked shiny and glistening. Of course Bakugou, always prepared and always one step ahead Midoriya, had lubed it up.
"I should really put a condom on this thing..." Bakugou mumbled outloud, thinking, and Midoriya shifted her hips to tease the feeling of the dildo pushing in, just ever so slightly.
"But I want to feel your cock in me, big boy," Midoriya whispered out, watching Bakugou's face very carefully for a reaction.
Bakugou flushed and grit his teeth and placed heavy, strong hands on Midoriya's hips. "Okay, you dumbass. God, okay. Okay, ready?"
Midoriya, her heart fluttering in excitement and in nervousness with how she was about to get what she wanted, finally, gave Bakugou one firm nod. Bakugou gave a curt nod in return, and very carefully but steadily pushed in and in and in.
"S-shit, fuck, nngh," Midoriya found herself saying, her mind full of the sensation of being breached, of Bakugou being in her, of the long slow thrust.
"Keep going?" Bakugou asked, peering down at her with searching eyes.
Midoriya was all crowded in, Bakugou hovering above her and -- and there was nothing but Bakugou above her and the bed beneath her at this moment. Bakugou's bright red eyes were even more striking in the dim lighting of the bedroom, looking only at her and -- and Bakugou was still pushing into her, deeper than her fingers, wider than them too, and Midoriya's heart was going to burst, it was beating so fast.
"Yeah," Midoriya breathed out, hips trying to buck against Bakugou's tight, firm hold on her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed. Midoriya's gaze locked onto the angry red bite mark she'd left on his throat earlier, and possessively thought Mine. The thought, that Bakugou was hers and was in her and was being such a good boy, listening to directions, made something hiccup in her chest, and she was wiping away a sudden bout of tears. "Don't stop, Kacchan."
"Shit, Deku, you're crying -- "
Midoriya tried to buck from beneath Bakugou's hands again and she breathed harshly out her mouth, sniffling and trying to stay relaxed around the stiff girth of the dildo stretching her wide. "I'm always crying, you know that. Come on, you're being so good for me, just a little bit more, please, you're so good."
Bakugou made a small noise in the back of his throat, a whine, the one he made when Midoriya managed to say something that got him particularly aroused -- and the way he pressed his thighs together this time shifted the cock in Midoriya and made her moan brokenly.
"Fuck, fuck," Bakugou muttered, and then did as he was told. Pushed in all the way to the hilt, until the material of the harness was rubbing weirdly at Midoriya's skin as she was ass to pelvis with Bakugou.
It was strange and perfect all at once, Bakugou staring at Midoriya beneath him like she was everything that had ever mattered, rutting softly against the strap-on where it likely was pressed against his clit. That was urging the dildo deeper into Midoriya, in small little thrusts, and it made her make quiet, desperate keening noises to herself. Strange and perfect. Midoriya could live in this moment forever, and the thought, the happiness, dredged up more tears.
"K-kiss me," Midoriya sobbed out, tears running messily down her face now. "Kacchan, Kacchan."
"Shut up," Bakugou said, and Midoriya's sight was blurry but she could hear the wavering of tears in his voice, too. "Shut up, Deku, god -- "
Midoriya laughed, watery and wet and hitching, as Bakugou leaned down and kissed her sloppily on the lips. They both gasped, as the new position of Bakugou hunching over her pressed the dildo impossibly deeper into Midoriya, and as Bakugou chased the increased sensation of pressure to his clit.
"I'm gonna come like this," Bakugou whispered, nosing along Midoriya's face. "I thought I was gonna get a few more thrusts in, but -- "
Midoriya hummed a little and tried to lift her hips to chase the press of their stomachs together against her erection, but her hips twitched at the way the movement reminded her of how deep the dildo was, and she hissed. Bakugou scoffed gently, still nosing at her face aimlessly, and used one hand to press between the two of them and grasp delicately at her cock.
"I can call this a clit though, right?" Bakugou asked carefully.
And Midoriya laughed, groaned, said, "Yeah, yes, Kacchan."
"Cool," Bakugou said, and then kissed Midoriya breathtakingly hard and vicious, just leaning in in in, chasing the stimulation of his clit and pressing so deep into Midoriya she couldn't think. "We're both gonna come from just our clits, okay?"
Midoriya shivered, as Bakugou started jerking her off, thumb caressing the wet head of her cock expertly. Then she laughed, delirious. "Wait -- but you're in me."
Bakugou grinded against her, nipping at Midoriya's mouth, which made Midoriya bite at his lips in return, more intentional and trying to draw blood. Bakugou hissed in appreciation and grinded again, hard and long, and Midoriya moaned at the curve of the dick inside her.
"Yeah?" Bakugou's hand between them was speeding up. "And does it feel good? My dick feel good in you?"
Midoriya gasped for air, but still was trying to draw blood, nipping at Bakugou's mouth. "Yeah. You're so deep. I can't -- can’t think, you're so deep. Deep and wide, Kacchan."
It was building, up and up and up, Bakugou's soft, hot hand curled around Midoriya's -- Midoriya's clit, and Bakugou's cock buried in Midoriya's ass --
Midoriya whimpered, new tears spilling over as she came wet and sticky in Bakugou's hand and on both their stomachs. The orgasm made her clench around Bakugou's dick and she couldn't help but push down against it, against Bakugou's powerfully steady hips, and Bakugou -- leaned more heavily up against Midoriya and let out a choked sound, too. Midoriya knew that sound. Bakugou had come.
It was... nearly ridiculous, Midoriya thought with tear tracks down her cheeks. The whole thing. The whole experience. "Love you," she said, voice weak from exertion and nose stuffy from congestion and, just, ridiculous.
"Me too," Bakugou replied, panting and nosing at Midoriya's face again, apparently not minding that it was salty and wet with tears. When Midoriya found the presence of mind to press a kiss to Bakugou's cheek, she realized -- remembered -- that it was because his face was damp with tears, too.