Collar Bound

ch 16

Chapter 16

Chapter Text

It sounded so easy. Go shopping, get clothes. It sounded like such a simple idea, but Bakugo realized quickly that taking Izuku out into public was something the other wasn't quite ready for. He grasped desperately to Bakugo's hand, refusing to to let go as he chose a few suits. Every time he let him go, even for a second, he asked another question to make sure it was actually Bakugo with him, and he changed the questions constantly. After a couple of hours at the shops, Bakugo had to struggle to remember the answers, not remembering off the top of his head what their teacher's name was in their second year of primary school.
He also noticed Izuku's paranoia around everyone in public, his refusal to meet anyone's eyes, the way he clung close and held tight to his arm. Even though he wouldn't look at anyone, he looked for everyone, making sure he always knew where people were around him, sometimes double checking if he noticed someone too close for his liking behind him.
They finished the shopping, though, and got lunch before heading home. Izuku walked in, trembling terribly his nerves nearly shredded from being out. He hadn't realized how bad his fear had grown until they were home and he locked the door, checking the window and going around, looking everywhere that could be large enough to hide a person before asking Bakugo another question to ease his mind.
Though after that, he nearly collapsed, falling to his knees before he nearly crawled to Bakugo, wrapping his arms around his knees. Bakugo swallowed his eagerness, remembering the words from the night before and reached down, petting his head. He moved his other hand up, pulling down the top of his pants and pulled himself out before saying a word. “Deku, Lick.”
Izuku looked up, seeing Bakugo's exposure before he heard the glare and nearly melted, leaning up to gently lick and lap at him. Bakugo let out a soft sound, reaching to let his hair as he watched, enjoying the look on Izuku's face as he licked, though when Izuku changed and started to suck, he had to correct him. “Lick.” He gave a second glare, watching as Izuku shivered, the hands on his knees grasping tight. “Fuck, you look like you could come just from me giving glares.” He chuckled, feeling the power go to his head a bit. “Open your mouth.” He gasped, already impossibly hard, not yet realizing how eager he was, or how quickly this was turning him on. Izuku opened his mouth, feeling Bakugo grasp his length to rub it along the roof of his mouth. It fit perfectly, sliding just behind his teeth to just before his gag reflex, just enough to be comfortable, and honestly turn Izuku on more. “Suck.” Bakugo glared, missing as Izuku melted, the command pushing him over. He wrapped his lips around him, sucking as best he could, surprised when Bakugo gasped after only a second, releasing on his tongue.
Izuku hadn't really tasted it before, not like this, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he worried. The salty, bitter taste wasn't half as bad as it was described, so when he looked up, seeing Bakugo staring down in shock, embarrassed at himself for coming so quick, he could only stare in surprise when Izuku finished licking him off and backed up, opening his mouth to show nothing left.
Bakugo swallowed, knowing like that it wouldn't be long before he was hard again. He doubted he'd ever get that mental image out of his head. “Crawl.” He pointed to the bedroom, not wanting to strip him down in the living room, but he was desperate to get every strip of clothing off of Izuku as quickly as possible.
He followed behind, watching as Izuku moved, seeing the wet spot on his pants after a few seconds and realized what had happened. Bakugo shivered at the realization, biting his lip as he walked behind him. It wasn't going to be long at this rate before he was back up, and Izuku was going to feel it. As soon as he was inside Bakugo glared again. “Stop. Up.” He watched as Izuku trembled, shivering as he stilled and moved up to his knees. Bakugo closed the door and sunk down to his knees behind him, reaching around to feel the front of his pants, amazed to realize he'd just come again from the glares. “Fuck, you're so hot like this. Arms up.” He kept his hand on the front of his pants, rubbing over him to feel his reaction to the glare, feeling him throb as the words left his mouth. Bakugo groaned, leaning down to suck on his shoulder, leaving a dark hickey as he bunched his shirt up in his hands. He had to pull away to pull the shirt over Izuku's head, though as soon as he tossed it to the side he started sucking again, reaching down to pull at his pants, fighting them to Izuku's knees. “Bed.” He glared, seeing Izuku throb again, as hard as could be. He put his hands on the bed and managed to crawl up, looking over as he sat back on his feet, looking at Bakugo for what to do next. Bakugo stood beside the bed, watching him eagerly before he reached up, pulling off his shirt and pushing off his pants, seeing Izuku's eyes travel over him. “Is there something you like?” Bakugo asked, a grin sliding over his face as Izuku blushed, though he didn't say a word. “Speak.”
“Everything.” Izuku whispered. “I want to touch all of you.” He blushed brighter, embarrassed to say it out loud, but with the glare, he didn't know if he could refuse. He didn't even know if glares would work for speaking if he fought against it, but he didn't want to fight it.
Bakugo stepped to the side of the bed and chuckled, a bit waving Izuku to his chest. “Come here.” He cooed, not a glare, simply getting Izuku closer. Izuku turned, moving to his knees as he moved over, not surprised when Bakugo wrapped his arms around him, hugging him to his chest. Bakugo looked, seeing the dark mark he'd left on Izuku's shoulder and chuckled, leaning to kiss it, surprised to hear Izuku gasp at the touch. “Is that sensitive?” He asked, looking over to see Izuku staring in surprise. “Deku?”
“It is.” He mumbled. “It hurts a little, but it feels good.” He watched as Bakugo grinned, leaning down to lick over the mark, leaving Izuku whimpering, his hands grasping hard to Bakugo's sides.
“Oh, this could be fun. Here. Suck.” Bakugo pulled his head to his chest, letting him know exactly where to mark him, and with the glare in place, Izuku let out a moan as he started, not paying attention as Bakugo reached for the side table, pulling out the lube to pour over his fingers. “Suck.” He commanded again, seeing Izuku with more fervor, his nails digging into his skin. Bakugo loved the feel of it, Izuku's lips against his upper chest, just a bit below his collar bone, where only he would see. He moved his hand, letting his slicked fingers press into Izuku's entrance, though the sensation of it forced a moan from Izuku, breaking the suction. “Suck.” Bakugo glared again, not the most surprised to feel Izuku tighten around his fingers as his thigh grew wet. “You came on me? Fuck, you're so hot like this...” Bakugo knew he needed to stretch him out, but Izuku was making it so hard on him. Bakugo looked down at his chest, seeing a bit of a mark, but Izuku was barely able to pay attention, his mind too far gone in his haze to concentrate, but he'd still try. “Deku, Suck.” He gave the last glare of that type, seeing Izuku press himself tight against Bakugo, rubbing against him, sucking hard as his fingers gripped hard to his hips. “Are you rubbing against me for the friction?” Bakugo grinned, not at all minding as Izuku groaned, not willing to break the suction as he moved, pressing tight against him as Bakugo continued to open him up.
But when he decided to open him more, the angle didn't work well. “Alright, time for a change of angle. Present.” He glared, watching as Izuku shivered, laying back and raising his legs, spreading them wide for Bakugo to see everything of him. “Good. Very good.” Bakugo grinned as he moved onto the bed, sliding three fingers into him, spreading them out to see Izuku gasp, his back arching off of the bed before Bakugo leaned down to lick one of his nipples, leaving Izuku moaning, his hips shifting to push back into the fingers inside of him. “Fuck, you're too hot like this. Deku, roll.” He moved onto the bed, seeing as Izuku moved to his knees, his hands beneath his head, his eyes over his shoulder, but Bakugo chuckled, shifting him more. He grabbed his pillow, shoving it under his waist before he pushed him down to laying, moving his legs together, the odd angle of it confusing Izuku. He was more comfortable like this, but it seemed like it would be harder on Bakugo, but he realized he had most of the position wrong when he felt Bakugo lay over him, his legs pushing Izuku's closer, though nothing seemed to touch over his waist. He felt his hands stabilize him, one on each side of his head, though he wasn't sure exactly how close Bakugo was until he felt him lick over the mark on his shoulder as he pushed in, pressing hard right into a spot inside of him that left him whimpering, a pool of cum dripping down the pillow. “Fuck, so soon?”
“Of course. You feel so good...” Izuku moaned, reaching up to grasp to Bakugo's wrists, running his tongue over his skin, sending a shiver down Bakugo's spine.
Bakugo grinned, starting to move, cherishing the sounds Izuku made beneath him. It was amazing to him, how quickly he went from soft, airy breaths to whimpered moans, and even though his feet and legs were the only part of him touching Izuku's legs, he could still feel how his toes curled when he moved his hips up, pressing almost straight down into him. It wasn't hard to realize that that spot was a good one for him, and Bakugo made sure to hit that same spot with each thrust, until Izuku was fighting to keep back passionate yells, his hands on Bakugo's wrists tight and trembling.
When Izuku came it was like nothing Bakugo had seen. His whole body nearly convulsed, his eyes shot wide open, his mouth opened wide, but no sound seemed to come out. The grip on Bakugo's wrists was dangerously tight, and Bakugo felt him press his hips hard against the pillow, though he'd felt him moving his hips a little before, it was nothing like this, but the way he tightened this time, sucking him in, clenching and squeezing him in just the right ways was Bakugo's undoing. He barely had time to register what was happening as he slammed harder into him, filling him with a groan before he leaned down, wrapping his arms around his chest, hugging Izuku tightly. “Fuck, Deku. You're amazing. You did so well.” He kissed his cheek, softly caressing, missing as Izuku's eyes widened again, tears coming to him before he grinned. Bakugo sat up a little, shaking his head before pulling out, leaving Izuku trembling again as he laid down, opening his arms. “Come here.” Bakugo sighed, the words not a glare, but Izuku followed it all the same. He snuggled happily into Bakugo's arms as Bakugo wrapped around him, kissing his cheek and shoulder, letting his hands softly rub and pet.
Bakugo saw the tears, but he saw the smile. He didn't know why Izuku was so happy, but he definitely didn't want it to end. He lavished him in adoration and affection, not noticing for a while that he'd stopped moving, and that Izuku had wrapped his arms around him again, his legs draped over Bakugo's, as if he were sitting on his lap, even with them laying down and Izuku on his back. By the time he realized what was happening, Bakugo almost cried.
After all of the terror and fear he'd been in, after all of the panic he'd been in all day, he'd somehow managed to put Izuku into subspace. Somehow with everything that had happened, he felt safe and calm enough to be put into this, and that realization and trust left Bakugo with tears in his own eyes as he kissed Izuku's cheeks, hugging him close as he told him how much he loved him.
It wasn't for a couple of hours that he came out of it, and Bakugo wasn't fighting it in any way, his arms around him softly as he kept giving him kisses, softly caressing his cheeks.
They came out of the shower to see Kirishima and Kaminari come home, looking around in surprise. “Looks like you went shopping.” Kaminari looked at the bags they'd abandoned inside, Izuku stared before grabbing them and rushed to the bedroom.
“I forgot! We need to get me a dresser!” Izuku mumbled with a smile.
The joy on his face left Bakugo grabbing him again, kissing the back of his neck as Izuku giggled, dropping the bags to reach up and wrap over his arms. “You're finally agreeing officially to moving in, then?” Bakugo asked softly, and Izuku stilled, realizing he never had.
The last thing he said about moving in was he couldn't stay here.
“I don't think I could be happy without you.” He looked over his shoulder, seeing Bakugo nod before grabbing a bunch of the bags, heading back to the bedroom.
Kaminari stared, realization dawning on him as he reached up, sliding a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. Izuku grabbed the rest of the bags and followed after as Kaminari reached over, grabbing Kirishima's hand, looking up with a soft gaze. “What?”
“He's so happy. It's good news, but the rest of the day must have been good too. I'm glad. They deserve a good day finally.” He watched as Kirishima chuckled, nodding.
It wasn't for a while before the two came out, as Bakugo cleared some space in his dresser for Izuku's stuff, and moved around a few things to make space for a dresser for Izuku. He sat on the bed, with Izuku walking over and sitting down beside him, not at all surprised when Bakugo grabbed him, pulling him up onto his lap. Izuku chuckled, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, kissing softly on his cheek. “You're being awfully quiet.”
“Just for a bit.” Bakugo nearly whispered, his head down and Izuku looked down, his joy turning to worry as he heard a waver in his voice.
Izuku reached, grasping gently to his cheeks, lifting his gaze to his own, seeing tears in his eyes and tilted his head, his joy dissolving into worry. “What's wrong?”
“How could anything be wrong?” Bakugo asked, wrapping his arms around him, pulling Izuku tight against his chest. “I've never been so happy. You agreed to move in. After everything, you were in subspace. I did that! I made you feel like that, and up until a few seconds ago you couldn't stop smiling. Nothing's wrong. I'm so fucking relieved!” He sighed, a shiver rushing through him as tears fell from his cheeks, leaving Izuku a bit shocked.
He reached out and hugged him back, kissing the back of his head, nuzzling against him as the words really dawned on Izuku.
He realized he'd been doing things right. Izuku giggled as he pushed Bakugo to his back, kissing gently on his chest where the hickey was left before he nuzzled his chin into Bakugo's chest. “I love you.” Izuku said softly.
“I love you.” Bakugo returned, a smile on his face as his arms circled Izuku's waist.
“You make me so happy.” Izuku watched as Bakugo's eyes widened before he smiled, reaching a hand to pet him, pulling his hair away from his face.
“Good.” Bakugo said softly. “You make me happy too, you know.” He watched as Izuku nodded.
“You're calmer. You're not always angry around me anymore. I've never heard your voice as soft as I have in the last week, and I love hearing it.” Izuku watched as Bakugo stared, not sure what to say to that. “You say you love me, and I know you're not just saying it to say it. I can tell you mean it, and I think that may actually mean more to me than the words themselves.” Izuku watched as Bakugo nodded, the tears returning to his eyes.
“I love you. I don't... know what to say to that.” Bakugo chuckled, closing his eye as Izuku reached up to brush the tears away. “The best things I could imagine you saying you already have.” He grinned, seeing Izuku smile at him, leaning down to give him another kiss.
“Then just stay happy.” Izuku watched as Bakugo looked at him in surprise for a moment before laughing.
“That sounds like a good idea.”