Cold Glare

Fandom: BNHA

Rating: 18+

Pairing: BakuDeku 

Tags: Dubcon, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk  

Summary: Seeing his oh so cute housewife Deku dressed in that incredible Villain's attire has always been a little too much for Bakugo to take but he's managed to keep himself under control...that is, until one little tap of Deku's heels 

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Way he saw it…didn’t really matter which “persona” Izuku was embodying at any given moment, he was still his husband. So, it only made sense that when Izuku was showing off just how fucking powerful and intimidating he could be as a villain, that he would get a little…well, a lot turned on. That cold glare swinging around to focus on him never failed in getting him to burn like crazy. Course, that was nothing in comparison to what those fucking boots could do to him. His self-control grew weaker and thinner with every click of those heels. Watching him swagger across the room, that vicious glare focused forward, so different from the shy, meek gaze that always met his when Izuku inhabited his other role – that of his sweet, adorable house husband – Bakugo had to fight hard not to show how badly he wanted to fuck him. That need to pin his Izuku down, to mess him up until that cold glare melted into one of dazed pleasure and submission gnawed away at him, day after day, so it made sense that something would, eventually, make him snap. 

All it took was for Izuku, lounging lazily in his private study, to tap him with one of his heels. There was no hope for him at that point. He wanted Izuku – not his cute, innocent house husband but the powerful, the dangerous Big Boss. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Dragging Izuku out of his chair, ignoring his snarling demands to be released, Bakugo pushed him down onto his desk, yanked down his dark trousers and dropped to his knees, spreading Izuku’s plush cheeks apart to press his tongue to his cute, pink hole. Izuku let out a sharp yelp, one hand flying back to try to grab hold of Bakugo. Catching hold of his wrist, Bakugo pinned his hand to the small of his back, licking and lapping at his hole until it was drenched in saliva. Unsurprisingly, it took practically nothing at all to turn Izuku into a panting, gasping mess. 

Grinning widely, Bakugo straightened up, ripping open his pants to pull out his cock. Izuku’s eyes widened. He began to squirm with earnest, snarling and snapping. Not wanting their fun to be cut short, Bakugo ripped off his belt, using it to bind Izuku’s hands behind his back. Next, he took Izuku’s belt, bending his knee to loop the length of leather around his thigh and shin. Rolling Izuku over onto his back, Bakugo grabbed hold of his hips. He led the tip of his cock to Izuku’s entrance. A shudder visibly wracked Izuku’s slender body. He glared fiercely up at Bakugo, as though to say ‘don’t you fucking dare!’. Bakugo’s smile grew. His cock twitched excitedly. Izuku didn’t…couldn’t know just how that look affected him…but he would soon. 

Exhaling harshly, Bakugo rammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Izuku’s hole. A familiar, tantalizing heat and pressure welcomed him. Izuku might not know who he was (yet) but this hole remembered him – sucking him even deeper, stroking him, milking him. Izuku let out a sharp, jagged cry. His back arched. His plump cock was already soaked with precum. Laughing low in his throat, wrapping his hand around Izuku’s length, adoring the whimper that earned him, Bakugo asked in a low, rasping voice, “So much fuss but we’ve started and you’re already this wet.”

“Sh-Shut up-!” Izuku gasped, glaring weakly at him. 

“Now, now.” Bakugo breathed, bringing his face close to Izuku’s, “There’s no need to lie. You love this, don’t you, my cute little slut? Your pussy is sucking on me so hard. Admit it, you want even more of this.”

“I don-!”

“You don’t?”

“No-!”

“Oh?” Bakugo offered a lopsided grin. Reaching up, he grabbed hold of his wig and yanked it off, revealing his trademark poof of ash blond hair. The shocked look on Izuku’s face was really hard not to laugh at. Taking advantage of his stupor, Bakugo leaned down to capture his plush lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Izuku remained still for a moment then, with an annoyed huff, pushed up into him. Pulling back with a soft exhale, Bakugo chuckled at the infuriated, pouting expression on Izuku’s face. Quirking a brow, he rasped, “You still want me to stop?”

“You are in so much fucking trouble.” Izuku growled without any real heat. “Why the fuck are you here?”

“To be with you.” Bakugo replied, in a tone that directly implied that it was the most obvious thing in the world. Wiggling his hips a little to grind his cock against Izuku’s insides, he continued with a smile, “Can I keep going?”

“Would you stop even if I told you no?”

“Nope!” 

Izuku glared at him for a moment then sighed. Glancing away, his bottom lip stuck out, he mumbled darkly, “You know I like this kind of thing so don’t ask something and ruin it.”

Snorting, Kacchan leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, “You’re too fucking cute. I love you so much, Izuku.”

Blowing out a hard breath, Izuku turned his head to look back up at him. Ah…there it was. Bakugo couldn’t hold back a wide grin. That cold glare was melting, returning back to its natural state: brimming with pleasure, submissive and meek in the face of the ecstasy that only he could give to him. Lifting his head, Izuku firmly kissed him then asked, “Didn’t think that anything could top how good you look in your Pro costume but this,” Izuku’s gaze slowly roamed over Bakugo’s body, leaving him feeling tingly and even hotter, “I like how you look in this.”

“Really? Well,” Bakugo grabbed a handful of Izuku’s hair, yanking his head back, earning himself another gorgeous moan, “guess we’re even.”

“H-Huh?”

“Your villain outfit drives me crazy.” Dragging his tongue along the curve of Izuku’s throat, he breathed, “You have no idea how difficult it’s been to control myself so you better compensate me properly.”

Giggling drunkenly, Izuku rolled his hips, curling his one free leg around Bakugo’s hips, drawing him even closer, “Then why don’t you stop talking and come take your compensation?”