[ the little strip show, despite the minor struggles along the way, had a lot of influence on the half-devil more than it should've been. fucking hell, will it ever calm down? the excitement that bursts through him when he sees his boyfriend slowly free himself from each piece, exposing more of his skin with every passing second? watching him strip is an experience in its own, and the more they got together, denji still found himself getting effortlessly riled up. he'd stop whatever he's doing, his eyes shadowing bakugou's every move, every tug and pull and twist of fabric. broad shoulders, defined arms, the kind of athletic build that spoke of power without excess. every movement carried that same easy control, as if he knew exactly how much strength to use and when to hold back. he wasn’t just handsome; he was striking, the kind of person you couldn’t look at without feeling the weight of it. to denji and others, too. a reality he doesn't like to think about, but he had to accept. every little flex of muscle, those biceps, his chest, toned abs, and down his hips. it made his fingers itch, mouth eager for a taste - if he could kiss every inch of his body right now, he would do it. fucking perfection.
denji slouched deeper into the seat, the cushions dipping under his weight as if trying to swallow him whole. his eyes lifted, drawn upward to the figure looming over him, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. it hit him all at once— the shape of him in the low morning light, the fierce power in the way bakugou held himself— and denji's chest tightened. his usual devious grin faded, replaced by something softer, deceptively 'sweet'. his lashes lowered with awe, a flicker of wonder slipping through as his brows eased and his lips parted just slightly, baring some teeth. he looked spellbound; there was something undeniably appealing in the way his boyfriend took the lead, not too aggressive, but not timid either. it kept him on edge. he was already struck by visuals alone, and then bakugou started touching him shamelessly. his body tensed, stiff, then he forced himself to fucking relax so his legs could cooperate as they were being guided, exposing himself even more. and then, bakugou pressed down on him, the pressure, the friction against his aching cock, it made him gasp for air. fuck, that boy didn't stop there, skin burning hot underneath those muscles, by the time he felt the weight against his chest, the half-devil was already struggling to keep composure. he knew a kiss was coming, and denji assumed he should clean off the blood from his lips first, but nah. like a brute, he bit down just a little too hard, sharp teeth catching the inside of his own cheek. the pressure built for a second, then broke clean, enough to taste the copper bloom that followed. a thin line of heat spread across his tongue, mixing in with his lover's taste. just in time to lean in to the kiss. a proper way to seal the deal of a life together.
he forced his tongue in, guiding his hand up, fingers threaded through the mess of blonde spikes, catching before sliding deeper. and then they curled, gripping hard enough to make the hair bunch between them. if he wanted to chit-chat, they would have to do it without breaking their lips apart. his other hand forced its way between their bodies, arching his back slightly for more friction, toes curling tight. wetter ... he's asking if he likes it wetter. of course he does, and he's working on it. a faint, dizzy smile tugged at his busy mouth, face terribly heated. ] Dumbass? Nope. I'm a damn genius!
[ he's so far gone at this point, his heart, mind, and body are all focused on one thing, and it's to get fucked right here right now. total unity. the perfect storm for chaotic ideas; his sloppy fingers forced their way lower, with an intent to fondle his own cock, only to invite bakugou's into the tight embrace, teasing the head with the tip of his thumb. his breath hitched, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. it's warm and wet, coating his fingers with his leaking precum before smearing it all over bakugou's length, stroking him. he muffles something into their heated kiss, full of spunk and pride. it's incoherent, but it's something along the line of 'self-made lube!' ... maybe it's a good thing he didn't say it out loud. ]
[his boyfriend sinks into the cushions, not far enough bakugou can't reach him with any part of his body he wants. citrine eyes raise to his own, calling him forward with no resistance. how the hell could he stay away from this man? splayed out below him with every detail bared and visible to his eyes. caught in muted sunlight pouring through windows on all sides, his own body shadowing denji's in places intimate and alluring. muscles tighten in his chest, visible under his skin, his ripcord slides aside on one pectoral and steals his gaze for a moment. before returning to his handsome face once more. watching a devilish grin ease into softer fondness, prompting him to yearn for his lips, or perhaps a butterfly kiss on his eyes as lashes fan across pretty irises, or his tongue sliding between denji's jaw and lapping over sharp white points he's come to love so much. caught up in heat and interest, he loves seeing his boyfriend's awestruck expression.
sight and sound, touch and taste, the scent of a cleaner car mingling with crisp morning air and denji's shampoo from a previous shower. mingling together in every sense as he traces patterns on his partner's thigh with one hand, the other wandering to his calf for lazy writing. simple words, "love", "hot", "sexy", drift across his skin and play along his muscle's run, making sure to trail word ends off on the sensitive skin of his ankle and top of his foot for no reason other than to see denji's reactions to them. a young man who's felt rough touches and light ones. until legs leave his hands and bakugou trades them for denji's shoulder and the car door when he presses down atop him. a low groan answers his heady inhale, melding skin to skin as their dicks nuzzle together and their abs sandwich the pair between them, leading chest to chest and chasing mouths in a heated run. with a copper flavor mingling in saliva and tangling tongues as he kisses him. bakugou's come to expect there's a chance of blood whenever he kisses denji, slick muscle tracing along his palate, his tongue, his cheek, finding where a tang came strongest... and licks gently along the tiny injury.
wetness twists as slithering tongues twist together, a hand buries in his hair and he shudders while pushing his head into denji's grip until spikes get softly crunched in his boyfriend's grip. he swiftly presses his own hand around his shoulder, hooks it beneath his neck and cups his opposite shoulder in a greedy embrace to haul himself even closer. deliberately rubbing chest to chest as nipples brush together with sparking nerves lighting up, denji's ripcord rolling about the valleys of their pecs. he sucks in air, momentarily breaking a messy kiss for a lewd pant, then kisses him again. fingers crawl across warming stomachs, abs chiseling with a dropped spine, hips barely separating enough to let their cocks tussle alongside each other with increasing ooze. precum seeps from his tip, licking over denji's and mixing the syrupy clear fluid together.]
Now you're bragging. [a genius in certain aspects, he'll give him that. their hands tangle together, fingers twisting and interlocking in a scramble for grip and fondling. they found each other in the moistening cavern of their pelvises, he captures his cock and denji's in their hands to squish and smear precum along their fingers. thumbs coaxing droplets from their tips, fingers pressing the tract of on the underside of each shaft and pushing up to prompt more wetness out. it drools on their adonis belt, leaks down an angled pelvic v, seeping as much around denji's root and along his hanging balls to his perineum. trickling over sensitive skin towards the puckered rim of his opening not so hidden by his cheeks now, what with bakugou knocking his boyfriend's legs apart and wrapping them around himself.
self-made lube... he bites denji's lower lip and draws back, making him feel skin stretch and teeth graze on his plush.] That's what precum is, baka. [husked in affection and amusement as he squeezes their dicks together and milks another gush of fluid onto their hands to make it wet and slimy. squishing noises shlick between them, twisting their fingers together around throbbing shafts, balls rubbing in a jostle of dampening sacs and sweating grinds. bakugou drops his hips again, actively thrusting and rolling against his boyfriend in deliberately ruts to encourage more heat, more precum, more contact. he hasn't decided if he's gonna work him open with his fingers yet, but at least denji's gonna have a dripping prod nudging to his entrance when bakugo does decide to take him.] Just a bit more, babe... Then you're gonna feel it.
[ and between all the rush of emotions, the moment held still as a fingertip drifts across his skin, drawing a unique path. the motion traces faint lines, letters he can’t quite read at first, each one burning softly into him like they were written in heat instead of touch. every stroke sends a pulse beneath his skin, a small shock that travels up through his chest and sits heavy behind his ribs. his body twitches with every new curve and flick, and then it all clears out, each word, one after another. the gentleness of it knocks something loose in him. it’s too much and not enough all at once, like a perfect tease that is designed to drive his sanity into a dismay. his throat tightens, his heart thudding unevenly, each brush of the finger pulling his attention deeper into the space between breath and pulse. he feels everything, between their sloppy kisses, the fervor, the way their bodies writhle in rut, the drag of skin on skin, the ghost of ardor that lingers after each shift, the soundless rhythm of touch and retreat. it's fucking overstimulating him in all the right ways. denji's senses blur together until he can’t tell where the feeling ends and he begins. there’s no thought, only the dizzying starvation of wanting more and more.
by the time the word foreplay ends, the half-devil is left trembling; his skin remembers the words even after they’re gone, every line thrumming like it’s still being written. as he snaps out of it, he didn't even notice he had his eyes squeezed shut the entire time, and when they open— his lids felt heavy, unable to lift their own weight. eyes a bit glossy, moaning heavy as he tipped his chin upward, relaxing his jaw into a deeper, mess of pressed lips, forcing his tongue in before swallowing the rich taste of their mixed blood in an unspoken rite. bakugou chose to stay, to build a life with him in this world, and denji chose to give him his entire heart. to make sure to be there for him, support the hero's new dreams, stay by his side, love him unconditionally for so long as he's breathing. he takes in a deep exhale, trying to focus enough to work his fingers through bakugou's cock, a poor attempt to regroup himself before his boyfriend presses his chest against his, feeling those full, soft -yet toned- pecs, nips growing hard between all the maddning friction. that ... was dirty. a direct hit that could've made him burst so early on in the game. that was no innocent mistake, bakugou knew what he was fucking doing to him. denji tilts his head back as they break off the kiss, mouth parting lightly, moaning hot and heavy as his spine arches, stretching through his shoulders. the motion ends with a dull thud as the back of his head bumps the window; strands of his blond hair hang in loose, uneven curls over his eyes. everything about him looks unguarded— limbs loose, throat exposed, a small fog of breath on the window where his head rests. he watches bakugou barely catch his breath before they rush in for another open-mouth kiss. ]
Ah ... a b-bit more? [ he pants, voice a bit raspy between their bloodstained lips. did he really need more prep? probably. but beyond logic, denji doesn't think so. his shoulders quiver as a rush of pleasure wrecks through his body, making his toes curl tightly. another moan, a whimper, leaking hot precum all over their fingers and down his inner thighs in a mess. he lost all focus, pulling his hand away and grabbing bakugou's shoulder instead, while the other clutched into his thick hair, not tugging hard enough to hurt, just enough to demand more. it's getting too intense, too warm, too everything. he lost it all when he felt the other thrusting into his aching cock, urging him down against the seats with each push, and in this moment — he didn't care if he was still not ready. ] I'm good. It's ... yeah, I'm so good. So ready to feel it. [ he forces bakugou to lean closer, kissing him again and again. ] ... please ♥ [ it's sickly sweet, sickly lewd, begging for it, whether his body is ready for it or not, too far gone that the pain will wear the mask of pleasure at ease. a strong arm finds its way around bakugou's waist, tugging him closer and in place. without sitting up, denji reaches out, his free hand wandering impatiently through the air until his fingers slam against the panel. his fingertip finds the switch, and with a quick press, the glass roof begins to slide shut. the soft hum of the motor fills the car with a low mechanical purr. as the light fades, a thin shadow passes over denji's face, yet it failed to cool the gleam of his heavily flustered cheeks.
with the roof shut and windows closed, covered in a black tint for privacy, they can stop worrying about being too rowdy at this early hour. ]
[teasing him, charming him, loving him all at once. bakugo's always wanted to give denji "more" and "better" since they began drawing clower to each other. partners, friends, boyfriends, he isn't going to stop, even if it drives the other man crazy with his feelings. splayed out beneath him in a glistening mess all over the car seat, what faint sunlight filters through the window catching on beads of sweat clinging to the half-devil's skin. each tremble visible among muscle and definition as his breath alternates between caught hikes and struggling groans.
bakugo doesn't miss a second of his reactions, red eyes locked onto parting lids as denji's eyelashes slowly separate from each other. revealing tawny depths below his shaggy bangs, glassed over in a sheen of wetness before his groan's captured in another heated kiss. mouth to mouth, tongue tempting a single tangle from tip to middle and back again. as if he might go deeper... and retreats to tease him even more while denji's throat dips in another swallow of salty flavor and wetness. one of the best ways to shut him up. outside of a heavy flirt out of nowhere or a touching gift leaving him stunned.
their bodies meet once more, sweat sliding down from chest to ribs and follow the contour of each curved bone. like salty tears leaking towards the backseat covering, which is definitely going to need another wash after this. their fingers twist and slide over each hard mast, coaxing more precum from mushroomed heads until both are slick and messy with a glistening coat. he bucks his hips forward, rubbing into denji's hand as he cups and feels him, mixing hip grinds and thrusts as their chests nuzzle together. he'd be a pathetic boyfriend if he didn't know what buttons to push when it came to denji's pleasure and likes.
saliva strands stretch between their mouths and trail after a broken kiss, light catching in the faint spindles as they quiver beneath denji's moaning breath. bakugo buries one hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head in a grazing fist when his boyfriend arches up into his body like that, shoulders rolling and skin sliding together with another undulating press. feels good, the way he's reacting, how denji looks right now, completely shot to pieces with inhibitions shaken and heart pumping with love and passion. he ducks his head and finds a long line up his lover's throat which needs his tongue's presence. licking sweat droplets from the end of his collarbone up the side of his neck and flicking off his jaw amid a husky exhale. that faint puff of mist on the glass is hotter than it should be...]
Uh-huh. [a bit more of all this. touching, tangled together, hips sticky with precum gushing between them, one foot hooked around an ankle, fingers dragging down sweaty shoulders to grasp at denji's hand in a scramble across the seats. thick shoulder muscles flex beneath his grasping hands, his dick throbs alongside its partner's, shivers ripple down his spine as his hair tugs from another grasp. he's gonna have mussed spikes when he gets out of the car. pulling him to him and another heady grind finally kicks his own patience out of its comfortable seat.]
I really should make you beg for it more. [his voice husks hot into denji's mouth, but a single "please" tugs his own dam free. precum stretches from head to glans, snapping as his tip traces down the underside of the half-devil's shaft, oozing onto his smooth sac and coating his balls with a few messy lines, before finally slipping off them completely. he takes his time feeling his way down the other boy's perineum, nudging his swollen tract which normally sees little focus on all those pretty nerves. until he slips between denji's rounded cheeks and nudges right there into the center of his puckered rim. should finger him, should offer something more than a few kisses of precum and probing hints. heh, he won't comment on the sunroof shutting, but denji's rewarded for his tact by bakugo slowly pressing forward. hips shift, his buttocks flex, thighs firm, and he cusses softly at the sensation.] You're always tight...
[purred into his handsome mouth, sultry words painting sharp teeth as he draws back a fraction and slips forward the same. denting his crenelated ring again, pressing until he feels tight muscle stretch and give a bit as precum coats his hole. back once more, forward anew, this time feeling his rim open and part around his curved tip. slowly spreading wider and sliding backwards along bakugo's head, stretching his muscle into a more willing give. he knows it burns, knows it hurts, knows it's getting wet and sticky and his crown finally kisses denji's hole at the widest part of his tip. another kiss breaks, he flicks his tongue across the half-devil's lips, wanting to hear his voice as he presses in one more and 'pop' breeches his body with a soft jolt as his glans slips through and settles in a sweltering, clenching heat he knows and loves.] Fuck, babe...
[ denji never really understood what it meant to be drawn to someone in a way that made his whole body respond before his mind could catch up, not in a sense of him chasing hollow indulgence, but to be genuinely bewitched by it. with bakugou, it wasn’t about fear or power in the usual sense— it was something heavier, more charming. every time bakugou’s tone turned a bit sensual, every time his movements carried that quiet confidence, denji found himself getting pulled in. it wasn’t weakness, not exactly. it was as if his body had learned to recognize it as control and crave it, but this time, without the danger that had once come with it. every act of obedience back then came from fear of losing what little affection he thought he had. it was survival disguised as devotion. all fake and empty.
but the hero wasn’t like that. his influence over denji didn’t come from wanting to break him— no, nothing like that. it's impossible to ignore, but never cruel. the half-devil felt safe around it, safe enough to let that part of himself surface again, the one that wanted to surrender, to stop feeling ashamed that he's falling into old habits, to accept that in a very fucked up way he is into it. maybe that's okay. with bakugou it's okay, isn't it? that safety only made it worse, or better, depending on how he looked at it. because since he knew his boyfriend would never ever take advantage of it, the more he wanted to give in, to lose himself in it. it scared him sometimes, how much he wanted it. how much he wanted him. but there was a strange kind of peace in that pull, a calm hidden inside the chaos. for once, being submissive didn’t feel like being used. it felt like being seen.
and the young hero knew exactly how to get him riled up. how to talk to him, how to move around him, how to press all the right nerves without even touching him. sometimes it was just a look, sometimes a sharp tone that sounded like a challenge. denji could feel it pulling him in every time, that mix of restlessness and thrill that made him gasp for air. bakugou didn’t toy with him; he just understood him in a way that felt dangerous and exhilarating all at once. he knew where to touch, to kiss, to tease - he knew how their bodies would twist and fit against each other; almost every shift triggered a spark that would send shivers down his spine, even in this tight space, bakugou didn't miss a beat. ]
Please, please, please ... [ barely a whisper, yet desperate. his neck arched, exposing the sharp line of his jaw as his head tilted all the way back, welcoming the hot brush of bakugou's tongue over his sensitive skin. his throat moved with a heavy swallow, the rise of his adam’s apple catching the faint light that filtered in from the morning light outside. his hair, a mess of pale curls, pressed against the cold glass behind him. a few strands flattened, others curling tighter against the moisture collecting there. his breath came out hot and uneven, the mist blooming and fading with each puff. through it, the blurred colors of the city passed by like streaks of fading fire. and then, he tensed, gasping. ah, he recognized the way he's positioning himself; the anticipation is killing him. not even a deep exhale managed to calm denji's nerves. the lashes trembled once, twice, before the eyes slipped half-shut, pupils drifting upward - wait, that hurts. it hurts. they kiss again, it's slower yet more intense. the press of their lips lingered, mixed with heavy breathing, a sharp touch of teeth here and there. his tight muscles ache with another push. it hurts, hurts, hurts. his fingers never left bakugou's hair, kneading into the roots, the motion almost frantic. each pulse of pain drew another tug, the spiky strands slipping and catching around the half-devil's fingers. it's a mess. and, 'pop'. the pain burned at the edges, radiating outward until it was all he could feel. but somewhere in the middle of that intensity, something shifted. the line blurred. the ache twisted into something that made his body shudder instead of recoil.
oh .... it hurts. ♥
that's when his jaw slacked; it spread slowly, thick and earthy in a way that clung to the back of the throat. he lets go of bakugou's tongue, sharp teeth detaching from the fragile piece of flesh they latched on, now covered with fresh blood. again, it was a shallow wound, on the surface and nothing too deep, and it was an innocent mistake this time. honestly. did denji seem sorry? he truly is, as he 'cleaned' every smudge of red from his lover's open mouth, cautious of the small drop that slipped between their kiss, down bakugou's chin, catching it before it could get away. he wanted bakugou's eyes to focus on his own, to ignore the way his legs trembled, a fleeting quiver that ran through the muscles with every shift of those hips. he didn't want to give his boyfriend any reason to stop or go easy on him. his breath caught in short bursts that barely filled his lungs. his chest rose and fell too quickly, each inhale shallow, as if the air itself couldn’t keep up with him. heat rushed across his face, coloring his skin in uneven shades. he dares to push back, grinding his hips and squirming under bakugou's weight, and fuck! the sound that threatened to escape stayed trapped behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with a shaky exhale. it was the look of someone completely caught off guard by what they were experiencing, the kind of expression that didn’t know where pain ended and pleasure began. drunk with lust, a smile that's crooked and oh-so lovesick. no point in hiding it. it's too obvious. bakugou knew from the way those muscles squeezed him with no mercy, unwilling to relax and loosen up. a sane person would acknowledge he still needs more time, more prep, more patience.
the whisper carried a strange warmth, tender yet offbeat. ] Oh, this is gonna be sooooo good ...
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denji slouched deeper into the seat, the cushions dipping under his weight as if trying to swallow him whole. his eyes lifted, drawn upward to the figure looming over him, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. it hit him all at once— the shape of him in the low morning light, the fierce power in the way bakugou held himself— and denji's chest tightened. his usual devious grin faded, replaced by something softer, deceptively 'sweet'. his lashes lowered with awe, a flicker of wonder slipping through as his brows eased and his lips parted just slightly, baring some teeth. he looked spellbound; there was something undeniably appealing in the way his boyfriend took the lead, not too aggressive, but not timid either. it kept him on edge. he was already struck by visuals alone, and then bakugou started touching him shamelessly. his body tensed, stiff, then he forced himself to fucking relax so his legs could cooperate as they were being guided, exposing himself even more. and then, bakugou pressed down on him, the pressure, the friction against his aching cock, it made him gasp for air. fuck, that boy didn't stop there, skin burning hot underneath those muscles, by the time he felt the weight against his chest, the half-devil was already struggling to keep composure. he knew a kiss was coming, and denji assumed he should clean off the blood from his lips first, but nah. like a brute, he bit down just a little too hard, sharp teeth catching the inside of his own cheek. the pressure built for a second, then broke clean, enough to taste the copper bloom that followed. a thin line of heat spread across his tongue, mixing in with his lover's taste. just in time to lean in to the kiss. a proper way to seal the deal of a life together.
he forced his tongue in, guiding his hand up, fingers threaded through the mess of blonde spikes, catching before sliding deeper. and then they curled, gripping hard enough to make the hair bunch between them. if he wanted to chit-chat, they would have to do it without breaking their lips apart. his other hand forced its way between their bodies, arching his back slightly for more friction, toes curling tight. wetter ... he's asking if he likes it wetter. of course he does, and he's working on it. a faint, dizzy smile tugged at his busy mouth, face terribly heated. ] Dumbass? Nope. I'm a damn genius!
[ he's so far gone at this point, his heart, mind, and body are all focused on one thing, and it's to get fucked right here right now. total unity. the perfect storm for chaotic ideas; his sloppy fingers forced their way lower, with an intent to fondle his own cock, only to invite bakugou's into the tight embrace, teasing the head with the tip of his thumb. his breath hitched, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. it's warm and wet, coating his fingers with his leaking precum before smearing it all over bakugou's length, stroking him. he muffles something into their heated kiss, full of spunk and pride. it's incoherent, but it's something along the line of 'self-made lube!' ... maybe it's a good thing he didn't say it out loud. ]
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sight and sound, touch and taste, the scent of a cleaner car mingling with crisp morning air and denji's shampoo from a previous shower. mingling together in every sense as he traces patterns on his partner's thigh with one hand, the other wandering to his calf for lazy writing. simple words, "love", "hot", "sexy", drift across his skin and play along his muscle's run, making sure to trail word ends off on the sensitive skin of his ankle and top of his foot for no reason other than to see denji's reactions to them. a young man who's felt rough touches and light ones. until legs leave his hands and bakugou trades them for denji's shoulder and the car door when he presses down atop him. a low groan answers his heady inhale, melding skin to skin as their dicks nuzzle together and their abs sandwich the pair between them, leading chest to chest and chasing mouths in a heated run. with a copper flavor mingling in saliva and tangling tongues as he kisses him. bakugou's come to expect there's a chance of blood whenever he kisses denji, slick muscle tracing along his palate, his tongue, his cheek, finding where a tang came strongest... and licks gently along the tiny injury.
wetness twists as slithering tongues twist together, a hand buries in his hair and he shudders while pushing his head into denji's grip until spikes get softly crunched in his boyfriend's grip. he swiftly presses his own hand around his shoulder, hooks it beneath his neck and cups his opposite shoulder in a greedy embrace to haul himself even closer. deliberately rubbing chest to chest as nipples brush together with sparking nerves lighting up, denji's ripcord rolling about the valleys of their pecs. he sucks in air, momentarily breaking a messy kiss for a lewd pant, then kisses him again. fingers crawl across warming stomachs, abs chiseling with a dropped spine, hips barely separating enough to let their cocks tussle alongside each other with increasing ooze. precum seeps from his tip, licking over denji's and mixing the syrupy clear fluid together.]
Now you're bragging. [a genius in certain aspects, he'll give him that. their hands tangle together, fingers twisting and interlocking in a scramble for grip and fondling. they found each other in the moistening cavern of their pelvises, he captures his cock and denji's in their hands to squish and smear precum along their fingers. thumbs coaxing droplets from their tips, fingers pressing the tract of on the underside of each shaft and pushing up to prompt more wetness out. it drools on their adonis belt, leaks down an angled pelvic v, seeping as much around denji's root and along his hanging balls to his perineum. trickling over sensitive skin towards the puckered rim of his opening not so hidden by his cheeks now, what with bakugou knocking his boyfriend's legs apart and wrapping them around himself.
self-made lube... he bites denji's lower lip and draws back, making him feel skin stretch and teeth graze on his plush.] That's what precum is, baka. [husked in affection and amusement as he squeezes their dicks together and milks another gush of fluid onto their hands to make it wet and slimy. squishing noises shlick between them, twisting their fingers together around throbbing shafts, balls rubbing in a jostle of dampening sacs and sweating grinds. bakugou drops his hips again, actively thrusting and rolling against his boyfriend in deliberately ruts to encourage more heat, more precum, more contact. he hasn't decided if he's gonna work him open with his fingers yet, but at least denji's gonna have a dripping prod nudging to his entrance when bakugo does decide to take him.] Just a bit more, babe... Then you're gonna feel it.
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by the time the word foreplay ends, the half-devil is left trembling; his skin remembers the words even after they’re gone, every line thrumming like it’s still being written. as he snaps out of it, he didn't even notice he had his eyes squeezed shut the entire time, and when they open— his lids felt heavy, unable to lift their own weight. eyes a bit glossy, moaning heavy as he tipped his chin upward, relaxing his jaw into a deeper, mess of pressed lips, forcing his tongue in before swallowing the rich taste of their mixed blood in an unspoken rite. bakugou chose to stay, to build a life with him in this world, and denji chose to give him his entire heart. to make sure to be there for him, support the hero's new dreams, stay by his side, love him unconditionally for so long as he's breathing. he takes in a deep exhale, trying to focus enough to work his fingers through bakugou's cock, a poor attempt to regroup himself before his boyfriend presses his chest against his, feeling those full, soft -yet toned- pecs, nips growing hard between all the maddning friction. that ... was dirty. a direct hit that could've made him burst so early on in the game. that was no innocent mistake, bakugou knew what he was fucking doing to him. denji tilts his head back as they break off the kiss, mouth parting lightly, moaning hot and heavy as his spine arches, stretching through his shoulders. the motion ends with a dull thud as the back of his head bumps the window; strands of his blond hair hang in loose, uneven curls over his eyes. everything about him looks unguarded— limbs loose, throat exposed, a small fog of breath on the window where his head rests. he watches bakugou barely catch his breath before they rush in for another open-mouth kiss. ]
Ah ... a b-bit more? [ he pants, voice a bit raspy between their bloodstained lips. did he really need more prep? probably. but beyond logic, denji doesn't think so. his shoulders quiver as a rush of pleasure wrecks through his body, making his toes curl tightly. another moan, a whimper, leaking hot precum all over their fingers and down his inner thighs in a mess. he lost all focus, pulling his hand away and grabbing bakugou's shoulder instead, while the other clutched into his thick hair, not tugging hard enough to hurt, just enough to demand more. it's getting too intense, too warm, too everything. he lost it all when he felt the other thrusting into his aching cock, urging him down against the seats with each push, and in this moment — he didn't care if he was still not ready. ] I'm good. It's ... yeah, I'm so good. So ready to feel it. [ he forces bakugou to lean closer, kissing him again and again. ] ... please ♥ [ it's sickly sweet, sickly lewd, begging for it, whether his body is ready for it or not, too far gone that the pain will wear the mask of pleasure at ease. a strong arm finds its way around bakugou's waist, tugging him closer and in place. without sitting up, denji reaches out, his free hand wandering impatiently through the air until his fingers slam against the panel. his fingertip finds the switch, and with a quick press, the glass roof begins to slide shut. the soft hum of the motor fills the car with a low mechanical purr. as the light fades, a thin shadow passes over denji's face, yet it failed to cool the gleam of his heavily flustered cheeks.
with the roof shut and windows closed, covered in a black tint for privacy, they can stop worrying about being too rowdy at this early hour. ]
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bakugo doesn't miss a second of his reactions, red eyes locked onto parting lids as denji's eyelashes slowly separate from each other. revealing tawny depths below his shaggy bangs, glassed over in a sheen of wetness before his groan's captured in another heated kiss. mouth to mouth, tongue tempting a single tangle from tip to middle and back again. as if he might go deeper... and retreats to tease him even more while denji's throat dips in another swallow of salty flavor and wetness. one of the best ways to shut him up. outside of a heavy flirt out of nowhere or a touching gift leaving him stunned.
their bodies meet once more, sweat sliding down from chest to ribs and follow the contour of each curved bone. like salty tears leaking towards the backseat covering, which is definitely going to need another wash after this. their fingers twist and slide over each hard mast, coaxing more precum from mushroomed heads until both are slick and messy with a glistening coat. he bucks his hips forward, rubbing into denji's hand as he cups and feels him, mixing hip grinds and thrusts as their chests nuzzle together. he'd be a pathetic boyfriend if he didn't know what buttons to push when it came to denji's pleasure and likes.
saliva strands stretch between their mouths and trail after a broken kiss, light catching in the faint spindles as they quiver beneath denji's moaning breath. bakugo buries one hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head in a grazing fist when his boyfriend arches up into his body like that, shoulders rolling and skin sliding together with another undulating press. feels good, the way he's reacting, how denji looks right now, completely shot to pieces with inhibitions shaken and heart pumping with love and passion. he ducks his head and finds a long line up his lover's throat which needs his tongue's presence. licking sweat droplets from the end of his collarbone up the side of his neck and flicking off his jaw amid a husky exhale. that faint puff of mist on the glass is hotter than it should be...]
Uh-huh. [a bit more of all this. touching, tangled together, hips sticky with precum gushing between them, one foot hooked around an ankle, fingers dragging down sweaty shoulders to grasp at denji's hand in a scramble across the seats. thick shoulder muscles flex beneath his grasping hands, his dick throbs alongside its partner's, shivers ripple down his spine as his hair tugs from another grasp. he's gonna have mussed spikes when he gets out of the car. pulling him to him and another heady grind finally kicks his own patience out of its comfortable seat.]
I really should make you beg for it more. [his voice husks hot into denji's mouth, but a single "please" tugs his own dam free. precum stretches from head to glans, snapping as his tip traces down the underside of the half-devil's shaft, oozing onto his smooth sac and coating his balls with a few messy lines, before finally slipping off them completely. he takes his time feeling his way down the other boy's perineum, nudging his swollen tract which normally sees little focus on all those pretty nerves. until he slips between denji's rounded cheeks and nudges right there into the center of his puckered rim. should finger him, should offer something more than a few kisses of precum and probing hints. heh, he won't comment on the sunroof shutting, but denji's rewarded for his tact by bakugo slowly pressing forward. hips shift, his buttocks flex, thighs firm, and he cusses softly at the sensation.] You're always tight...
[purred into his handsome mouth, sultry words painting sharp teeth as he draws back a fraction and slips forward the same. denting his crenelated ring again, pressing until he feels tight muscle stretch and give a bit as precum coats his hole. back once more, forward anew, this time feeling his rim open and part around his curved tip. slowly spreading wider and sliding backwards along bakugo's head, stretching his muscle into a more willing give. he knows it burns, knows it hurts, knows it's getting wet and sticky and his crown finally kisses denji's hole at the widest part of his tip. another kiss breaks, he flicks his tongue across the half-devil's lips, wanting to hear his voice as he presses in one more and 'pop' breeches his body with a soft jolt as his glans slips through and settles in a sweltering, clenching heat he knows and loves.] Fuck, babe...
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but the hero wasn’t like that. his influence over denji didn’t come from wanting to break him— no, nothing like that. it's impossible to ignore, but never cruel. the half-devil felt safe around it, safe enough to let that part of himself surface again, the one that wanted to surrender, to stop feeling ashamed that he's falling into old habits, to accept that in a very fucked up way he is into it. maybe that's okay. with bakugou it's okay, isn't it? that safety only made it worse, or better, depending on how he looked at it. because since he knew his boyfriend would never ever take advantage of it, the more he wanted to give in, to lose himself in it. it scared him sometimes, how much he wanted it. how much he wanted him. but there was a strange kind of peace in that pull, a calm hidden inside the chaos. for once, being submissive didn’t feel like being used. it felt like being seen.
and the young hero knew exactly how to get him riled up. how to talk to him, how to move around him, how to press all the right nerves without even touching him. sometimes it was just a look, sometimes a sharp tone that sounded like a challenge. denji could feel it pulling him in every time, that mix of restlessness and thrill that made him gasp for air. bakugou didn’t toy with him; he just understood him in a way that felt dangerous and exhilarating all at once. he knew where to touch, to kiss, to tease - he knew how their bodies would twist and fit against each other; almost every shift triggered a spark that would send shivers down his spine, even in this tight space, bakugou didn't miss a beat. ]
Please, please, please ... [ barely a whisper, yet desperate. his neck arched, exposing the sharp line of his jaw as his head tilted all the way back, welcoming the hot brush of bakugou's tongue over his sensitive skin. his throat moved with a heavy swallow, the rise of his adam’s apple catching the faint light that filtered in from the morning light outside. his hair, a mess of pale curls, pressed against the cold glass behind him. a few strands flattened, others curling tighter against the moisture collecting there. his breath came out hot and uneven, the mist blooming and fading with each puff. through it, the blurred colors of the city passed by like streaks of fading fire. and then, he tensed, gasping. ah, he recognized the way he's positioning himself; the anticipation is killing him. not even a deep exhale managed to calm denji's nerves. the lashes trembled once, twice, before the eyes slipped half-shut, pupils drifting upward - wait, that hurts. it hurts. they kiss again, it's slower yet more intense. the press of their lips lingered, mixed with heavy breathing, a sharp touch of teeth here and there. his tight muscles ache with another push. it hurts, hurts, hurts. his fingers never left bakugou's hair, kneading into the roots, the motion almost frantic. each pulse of pain drew another tug, the spiky strands slipping and catching around the half-devil's fingers. it's a mess. and, 'pop'. the pain burned at the edges, radiating outward until it was all he could feel. but somewhere in the middle of that intensity, something shifted. the line blurred. the ache twisted into something that made his body shudder instead of recoil.
oh .... it hurts. ♥
that's when his jaw slacked; it spread slowly, thick and earthy in a way that clung to the back of the throat. he lets go of bakugou's tongue, sharp teeth detaching from the fragile piece of flesh they latched on, now covered with fresh blood. again, it was a shallow wound, on the surface and nothing too deep, and it was an innocent mistake this time. honestly. did denji seem sorry? he truly is, as he 'cleaned' every smudge of red from his lover's open mouth, cautious of the small drop that slipped between their kiss, down bakugou's chin, catching it before it could get away. he wanted bakugou's eyes to focus on his own, to ignore the way his legs trembled, a fleeting quiver that ran through the muscles with every shift of those hips. he didn't want to give his boyfriend any reason to stop or go easy on him. his breath caught in short bursts that barely filled his lungs. his chest rose and fell too quickly, each inhale shallow, as if the air itself couldn’t keep up with him. heat rushed across his face, coloring his skin in uneven shades. he dares to push back, grinding his hips and squirming under bakugou's weight, and fuck! the sound that threatened to escape stayed trapped behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with a shaky exhale. it was the look of someone completely caught off guard by what they were experiencing, the kind of expression that didn’t know where pain ended and pleasure began. drunk with lust, a smile that's crooked and oh-so lovesick. no point in hiding it. it's too obvious. bakugou knew from the way those muscles squeezed him with no mercy, unwilling to relax and loosen up. a sane person would acknowledge he still needs more time, more prep, more patience.
the whisper carried a strange warmth, tender yet offbeat. ] Oh, this is gonna be sooooo good ...