𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊/𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞
𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞, 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞, 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.
Please enjoy! ( ^∇^)✎
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The damp smack of Izuku's hips slamming down on Katsuki's was the only sound that reverberated throughout the dimly lit dorm room.
His hands extended up Katsuki's chest, fingernails digging into his chest and pulling down dark red welts that prickled with thin splotches of blood on the edges, barely above the surface.
"You like this, huh?" Izuku teased, his voice low enough to be undetectable by anyone but Katsuki. It was thick, flowing out low from his lips and dripping up his torso toward Katsuki's ever flushed face.
Katsuki nodded too quickly, utterly compliant as he laid underneath Izuku's bobbing hips, watching his cock reappear with every movement before it was sheathed back inside of the tight heat. He was delirious, mind swimming with nothing but the feeling and the heaviness of Deku's body and his words. Katsuki mindlessly dragged his hands up his thighs, and Izuku chuckled darkly from above him.
"Look at you. You're a fucking mess," he tutted, letting Katsuki squeeze his thighs as he continued rocking himself on his cock. "A complete bitch for me." He darted his tongue out, swiping over his bottom lip and grinning. He paused, ceasing his rhythm momentarily just to watch what Katsuki would do. He wanted to see how desperate he'd become.
Being able to see Katsuki fall apart under him, because of him, was a complete and utter power trip for Izuku. Knowing he was controlling Katsuki, even if it was just a small part, stroked Izuku's ego like nothing else could. The great Katsuki Bakugou was reduced to a whimpering disaster underneath his hips, and Izuku would be damned if he didn't relish in it, all of it.
It made him feel like he had a small bit of power that Katsuki always had over him, ever since they were kids. Like he reclaimed it, finally able to best Katsuki at something, and he loved it.
Katsuki whined pitifully, head was thrown back and face twisted up in a wretched expression, his mouth agape and eyes scrunched tightly. He squeezed Izuku's hips as he clenched around him, only further teasing him and only making him harder. He twitched inside of him, eyes blinking open to look half-lidded down his chest at Izuku's smirk. "Please," he whispered, voice breaking in the middle of the word.
Izuku tilted his head, yet another tease. "What was that?" He asked innocently, placing his palms under Katsuki's ribs and pressing into the spot lightly. "I couldn't hear that, can you repeat it?"
Katsuki wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill him for tormenting him so much, for stopping the pace of his hips and edging him like this. But the feeling of Deku wrapping around him oh so tightly overthrew any thoughts of that vein quickly. He wanted Deku, plain and simple, that was the only thing his mind could focus on.
"Please," he croaked out again, voice hoarse and jagged. "Please, Deku, please."
Izuku's fingers walked up Katsuki's chest, swirling circles across his pecs as they drifted toward his chin, tilting it upwards so he could look at him head-on. "Please what?" He pushed his lip out in a small pout, lightly mocking Katsuki's expression. "Tell me what you want."
