ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ bakugo is just so mean!
cw: smut, bakugo x izuku, handjob, harddom!bakugo, subby!izuku, edging, izuku still has one for all, quirk slightly out of control, slight degradation.
a/n: in my head this is canon.
𖤓 Bakugo had Izuku exactly where he wanted him– back pressed to his chest, legs spread over bakugo’s own, completely spread and open for him. One of bakugo’s arms wrapped around Izuku’s waist to keep him still, while his other hand is gripping tigh around Izuku’s cock, stroking him slow and taunting.
Izuku’s head lulled back against bakugo’s shoulder, green fluffy curls damp with sweat, thighs twitching with overstimulation.
“Kacchan…”he whimpers, voice already shaky. “S’too much— cant! c-cant take it—”
“Shut up, you can handle it,” Bakugo mutters into Izuku’s neck, voice deep and low while he nipped at the skin. “What you wanted right? stop whining.”
Bakugo keeps the space steady, thumb dragging over the tip with every upstroke. Izuku’s hips thrust forward without permission, fucking into bakugo’s fist. Bakugo immediately tightens his grip at the base and stops moving entirely.
Izuku lets out a broken, desperate sound.
“No— please, Kacchan I was so close—“
“I know you were close. Thats why I stopped.” Bakugo’s voice was clipped and condescending, almost bored. “You dont get toncum just because your hips cant behave. Stay still.”
He waits until Izuku’s breathing evens out a bit before starting again, slower than before. Izuku’s back arches hard, pushing his chest forward as he tries (and fails) to stay still. Small involuntary thrusts keep slipping from his hips, everytime his cock throbs in Bakugo’s hand, Bakugo slows down or stops competely.
The second time he gets Izuku right to the edge, Izuku is openly crying, his big round eyes filled with fat tears with flushed cheeks.
“Kacchan, please— Im sorry, Im trying— jus’ feels s’good, cant help it!”
Bakugo clicks his tongue, “Pathetic. Look at you, crying because you cant cum. You’re supposed to be the number one hero, Deku. This is embarrassing.”
Bakugo lets go completely this time, resting his hand on Izuku’s thigh while he nudges his nose into Izuku’s neck, showing him small bits of affection. Izuku sobs, hips bucking up into nothing, cock flushed and angry leaking against his stomach
Bakugo watches him squirm for a long moment before wrapping his hand around him again.
The third edge was the worst.
Izuku is shaking so badly his whole body trembles, leaning into Bakugo’s chest as if trying to hide, little broken sounds spilling out of him everytime Bakugo’s fist twists over the head.
Izuku tried to close his legs but Bakugo keeps them open with his knees.
“Kacchan— Kacchan Im gonna— gonna cum, I cant stop it this time , please let me, please—“
Bakugo squeezes right under the head and stops.
Izuku wails, but before Bakugo could react Izuku’s eyes glow that familiar green color, and within a split second blackwhip is flipping out everywhere. Tears and spit on his chin as blackwhip clings to random things in the room.
Bakugo hold hom down, kissing against his neck, not shocked this happened. “shh shh shhh” Bakugo soothes. One of the tendrils grab against his arm but he doesnt shake it off.
Bakugo waits until Izuku calms down, eventually blackwhip goes limp and retreats back into Izuku’s body.
“Okay, now you can cum.” Bakugo whispers in Izuku’s ear, sucking soft hickeys onto his neck.
Bakugo doesnt stroke Izuku’s whole length this time. Instead, he compleetely focuses on the tip, short tight stroke just over the head, thumb rubbing relentless over the slit and Izuku completely looses it.
Legs kicking, hands scrabbling at Bakugo’s thighs as he babbles almost incoherently. “Kacchan— Kacchan, its— too much, too much, Im— Im cumming f-fuck Im cumming, Im—!”
He shoots hard, cum spilling over bakugo’s fist in thick pulses while his whole body jerks and twitches.
Bakugo doesnt stop, just keeps working the over sensitive tip through every spurt until izuku tried to squirm away, overstimulated.
Only then does Bakugo finally ease off, pressing a rough kiss against the side of Izuku’s neck.
“There. That wasnt so hard, was it?”
Izuku just whimpers, and still trembling in his arms.
