Kinktober BakuDeku 2024

HandJob

Warning Sexual Content.
English is not my first language.

Midoriya found himself filled with a curious mix of emotions as he sat uncomfortably in one of the coveted VIP guest seats, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of his heroic husband receiving a well-deserved award. It would have been perfect except for his own fucking hard cock. When the hell did, he get hard? Was it the way his husband looked incredibly dashing in that sleek thigh suit? Or perhaps it was the sheer intensity of the moment, seeing his partner being recognized for his courageous deeds. As he discreetly used his husband's jacket to shield his evident response, a flash of realization crossed his mind – could it be the lingering effects of the vividly passionate dream from that very morning? Despite the initial shock, Midoriya couldn't contain his admiration and joy, joining in the applause for his beloved partner, a radiant smile spreading across his face as he locked eyes with him in a shared moment of pride and love.

Bakugou noticed Midoriya among the audience and playfully threw him a wink that caused Midoriya to break into a delighted giggle. The event eventually ended, dispersing the crowd around them. Midoriya remained seated, his attention fixed on his husband, observing as people approached Bakugou to request photos or offer their congratulations. A proud smile adorned Midoriya's face as he admired Bakugou's swift ascent in the Hero rankings, finding the prospect incredibly attractive. The idea that Bakugou could one day become the top hero in Japan, constantly smiling and accepting trophies, stirred a deep sense of admiration in Midoriya. He envisioned building a grand shelf to display all of Bakugou's accomplishments, a shrine to his success. The thought of Bakugou standing before the trophies, perhaps shirtless, showcasing his chiseled abs and toned physique, stirred a wave of desire in Midoriya. Fuck wouldn't it be hot to do it in front of the trophies and medals? Have Bakugou fucking the shit out of him as he had a view of all his husband's achievements.

"Izuku"

Midoriya's wide eyes flicked up in surprise as he noticed Bakugou standing before him, his heart quickening at the unexpected sight. "K-Kachaan!" he stammered, a nervous chuckle slipping from his lips as he tried to mask his flustered state with a shaky smile. Without a single word, Bakugou simply reached out, grasping Midoriya's hand and effortlessly pulling him up from his seat. Clutching the jacket tightly against his body, Midoriya desperately attempted his boner. With a determined stride, Bakugou guided them to a secluded area meant for Pro Heroes only, casting a cautious glance around the room before securely locking the door behind them, ensuring their privacy.

"Kachaan what are y-" Midoriya's question trailed off, abruptly interrupted by the surprising warmth of Bakugou's lips pressing against his own. The unexpected sensation sent a jolt through Midoriya as he leaned into the deep, passionate kiss, feeling himself surrender to the moment. His hands instinctively let go of the jacket, allowing it to pool at his feet, revealing the desire evident in his body's response. Bakugou's touch on Midoriya's hips only intensified the fiery connection between them, with one hand daring to venture lower, eliciting a sharp gasp from Midoriya.

"Dammit, Izuku, you're driving me crazy," Bakugou playfully taunted while gently nibbling on Midoriya's ear. Gradually, Bakugou's focus shifted to placing soft kisses along Midoriya's neck while he moved behind him. Embracing Midoriya tightly, Bakugou rested his hands on his partner's hips, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. "Ah~ Kachaan we should do this here" Midoriya murmured, his eyes shut as he savored the sensations.

Bakugou, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, playfully remarked, "You say that, but your body is saying something else." Ignoring Midoriya's protests, he tightened his grip on his crotch once more. The sound of a zipper echoed in the room as Bakugou confidently unzipped Midoriya's pants, revealing not only his underwear but also his rigid member, the evidence of his growing arousal. His smirk widened as he watched Midoriya's cheeks flush in embarrassment, fully aware of the effect he was having on his husband.

"We can't go out with your dick like that baby, we have to fix it," Bakugou said, his voice low and husky as he gently stroked Midoriya's throbbing member. Midoriya's breath hitched at the touch, his body responding to Bakugou's touch. With his head resting against Bakugou's chest, he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "Look at you," Bakugou teased, his smirk playful, "you're already melting under my touch... Now I believe one of the kinks was Hand Job" As Bakugou's hand moved faster, Midoriya couldn't help but moan in delight, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him, igniting a fire within.

Meanwhile, Bakugou leaned in to kiss Midoriya's neck, his actions becoming more urgent, his teeth occasionally grazing the sensitive skin as he sucked on it. Regardless of the marks he may leave behind, Bakugou's sole focus was on giving his lover pleasure. As Bakugou expertly worked his magic, Midoriya's arms tightened around Bakugou's waist, desperately seeking support as his legs trembled with the mounting intensity of pleasure. Every stroke, every touch, brought Midoriya closer to the edge, his body aching for release, each moment building towards an explosive climax that would leave him breathless.

"Ah K-Kachaan, so good, ah, it feels so good" Midoriya moaned softly, his breath hitching as the sensations intensified. The touch of Bakugou's lips on his neck sent shivers down his spine, complemented by the firm grip of Bakugou's strong hands on his crotch. An exquisite wave of pleasure washed over him, causing his stomach to coil with delight. With eyes closed, he savored every moment, the trill that they were doing this in a public place added excitement to the moment.

Midoriya's blood froze within his veins as a chilling sensation crept down his spine upon hearing the doorknob being tampered with, thankful to Bakugou for having the foresight to lock the door beforehand. "Damn it, Kachaan, stop, someone's there" Midoriya urgently whispered, his voice carrying a hint of panic. Ignoring the intrusion, Bakugou continued pleasuring Midoriya, his skilled hands not only stroking him but also finding their way to tease and tantalize Midoriya's sensitive nipples. "Hurry up and finish," Bakugou commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, urging Midoriya towards climax. Struggling to stifle a heartfelt moan building within him, Midoriya clenched his teeth, the constant knocking from the other side of the door interrupted their secret activities.

"Hello? Is someone in there?" Midoriya immediately recognized the voice; it was Kirishima, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Panic surged through him as his husband's touch sent shivers down his spine, pleasure and danger intertwining as they didn't stop. Fuck. Midoriya's breath hitched as tears welled in his eyes, overwhelmed by a chaos of sensations. With a desperate gasp, Midoriya stifled a loud moan, his hand impulsively rising to his face to muffle the noises that escaped him as he felt his climax arrive. Arching his back as sperm came out of his dick.

Once he finished getting dressed, he straightened up, attempting to steady his racing heartbeat. He heard the doorknob try to turn once more and he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants. Glancing over, he noticed Bakugou washing his hands at the nearby sink, the mischievous glint in his eye as he met his gaze and playfully winked. As Bakugou made his way closer, he surprised him with a gentle peck on the cheek before granting entry to Kirishima at the door.

"Oh, Katsuki, it's you," Kirishima announced cheerfully as he entered the room, his gaze immediately fixing on Midoriya, who seemed flustered and out of breath. Observing Midoriya's disheveled state, Kirishima shot a disapproving look at his best friend. "Seriously, couldn't you have waited until you got home?" Kirishima asked a hint of disbelief evident in his voice. Uncaring, Bakugou simply shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Blame it on Izuku," Bakugou quipped casually as he grabbed Midoriya's hand and guided him towards the exit, throwing a casual wave over his shoulder. "Later, Ei." As Bakugou departed, Kirishima rolled his eyes playfully but reciprocated the farewell gesture. "Catch you later, Katsuki! And hey, congrats once again! Bye Midoriya!"

Midoriya, feeling a flush of embarrassment, timidly waved back without meeting Kirishima's gaze. Observing Midoriya's reaction, Bakugou couldn't help but find amusement in the situation, casually remarking, "Calm down, Izuku, it's not the first time." Their playful interaction brought back memories of their high school days when such incidents were more commonplace, prompting Midoriya to playfully hit Bakugou, a smile now gracing his lips. "Now, let's head home. I can't wait to hear your fantasy that got you all worked up, so I can make it a reality when we get there."

Thank you so much for reading! I know that October is very much over and I was supposed to finish this last week but I wasn't feeling my best but I am much better now and will not stop until it is complete!