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Ground Zero casts a glance at his distracting assistant. For a moment, he contemplates getting rid of him. Bakugou hasn’t gotten anything done since he’s been too busy staring at his face.
When Midoriya showed up at his door all pretty, his eyes alight with defiance, Bakugou was set on breaking him for the hell of it. Midoriya surprised him by not being a pushover like his predecessors.
His personal assistant was hiding a dirty secret from him - He’s a popular cam boy. After Bakugou found out, he tuned in for one of Midoriya’s Friday night sessions to see what the big deal was.
Midoriya is a natural in front of the camera. He’s the perfect combination of sweet and sensual. His naughty assistant was wearing a schoolgirl uniform: a short skirt paired with white thigh high stockings.
Bakugou stroked himself to hardness as Midoriya lifted his skirt, revealing his lace panties. The cam boy winked at the camera and put a finger to his lips. He pushed his panties to the side to show off his sparkly plug. Earlier at work, Bakugou had fucked his assistant in the bathroom, filled his juicy ass up with hot sticky cum, and plugged him.
Removing the toy, Midoriya reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart for the camera. Then he slowly pushed out Bakugou's cum. Fucking hell, Bakugou was ready to blow his load, but he gripped the base of his cock, hard, and delayed his orgasm. No way was he going to orgasm first.
Midoriya sank down onto the intimidating dildo, swallowing it inch by inch. He took it down to the base like a pro, then started bouncing on it. Arching his back, he chanted out dirty demands like “oh fuck, make me your bitch” and “want you to cream my pussy, daddy” as he desperately chased his orgasm.
Bakugou edged himself, timing his strokes so that both of them came at the same time. When Midoriya climaxed, he screamed “Oh, Ground Zero! I’m coming!” and shot his cum in ropes all over his slutty outfit. Bakugou was not expecting that. Calling out Midoriya's name, he came so hard that he trembled.
For the next few days, Bakugou couldn’t look at his assistant without his cock stirring in his slacks. Whenever their eyes met, Midoriya would give him a wicked smirk and a knowing look.
The little tease probably gets off on the fact that his boss, Pro Hero Ground Zero, and anonymous viewers touch themselves to him. It doesn’t bother Bakugou that perverts jerk off to his beautiful assistant. It actually turns him on. The dirty extras can fantasize about the pretty cam boy all they want, but Bakugou is the only one who gets to touch him.
Midoriya shifts on the couch then looks up, meeting Bakugou’s intense gaze.
“Can I help you with something, sir?”
Oh, his assistant catches on quickly. He isn’t just a pretty face and Bakugou loves it.
Midoriya stands and circles around the desk. Pushing his seat back, Bakugou spreads his legs to make room for him. Midoriya kneels in between them. He shamelessly rubs his cheek against his boss’ erection, cupping and mouthing him through his pants.
“What do you want, Izuku?”
Midoriya’s eyes are cloudy and dark. Bakugou knows that look all too well. The last time he looked at him like that, Bakugou used his mouth as a cock warmer as he filled out tedious reports. He’d lazily thrust and push his cute assistant’s head down, making him choke and gag on it.
The door was unlocked and they almost got caught. Midoriya hid under the desk and continued to suck him off while he went off on the regretful employee who dared to disturb him. After the moron left, Bakugou fucked his assistant’s face until tears and drool ran down his flushed cheeks.
“Can I suck you, sir?”
“Go on. Take out my cock.”
Midoriya eagerly undoes Bakugou’s fly. Pulling his boss’ cock free, he kisses the tip then suckles the head. Maintaining eye contact, he licks at the underside, flicking his tongue over the veins.
“Keep going.” Bakugou pushes his stiff cock past Midoriya’s lips. His head hits the back his chair and he groans. “Fuck, that’s it. I love your mouth.”
Midoriya takes him down his throat, fast and deep. He enthusiastically sucks Bakugou off until he comes, flooding his mouth with his load. He swallows down every last drop.
Bakugou orders him to get up and bends him over the desk so that his ass is in the air. Midoriya spreads his cheeks, offering himself. Kissing his exposed hole, Bakugou licks it, feeling Midoriya shudder against his tongue. He eats him out while jerking his cock and Midoriya lets out a breathy, high moan. His boss' tongue slides even deeper inside, brutally fucking him. Midoriya desperately rocks back.
“Kacchan, oh god, Kacchan. Don’t stop." Midoriya whimpers when he pulls away. "Don't.”
“I love the way you beg.”
Bakugou slaps his ass, taking in the way it jiggles, then pauses. He's been dropping a certain L word around him a lot lately. He makes a note to watch that.
He spins Midoriya around, pinning his hips firmly to the desk. Bakugou trails his lips down his neck and chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks it and runs a hand over Midoriya’s stomach to grasp him.
Getting down on his knees, Bakugou takes his assistant’s cock in his mouth. Midoriya’s fingers hold and tighten in his hair, encouraging him to take him deeper.
Midoriya groans out his name and comes. He expects Bakugou to pull away, but he surprises him by taking his heavy, thick load down his throat. Wiping his mouth, Bakugou falls back in his chair. He catches Midoriya's puzzled look and glares at him.
“What?”
A small blush colours Midoriya's face.
“You’ve never swallowed before.”
At first, Bakugou looks confused, then annoyed.
“Yeah, I have. You just have a shitty memory, Deku.”
Midoriya knows he’s right, but drops it. When it comes to Bakugou, he knows to pick and choose his battles. Sliding his chair forward, Bakugou grips his hips and looks up expectantly at him. Midoriya can’t help but smile to himself. He knows what Katsuki’s waiting for. Midoriya leans down to kiss him. It's tender and sweet.
“Today’s Friday. Would you like to do a show with me, Kacchan?”
Bakugou grins. “You want me to fuck you in front of your perverted fans?”
“You keep calling them that, but you're a perverted fan too," Midoriya points out. "I know you jerk off to my shows."
Bakugou’s fingers dig into his skin.
“Do I have you remind you that I’m your fucking boss? I told you, it was for research.”
“Whatever you say.”
Midoriya’s green eyes are amused. Bakugou realizes that his assistant is riling him up on purpose. He’s going to sorely regret this. Bakugou chuckles, clutching Midoriya’s chin.
“I’m in, Deku. I’m going to enjoy fucking that attitude out of you.”
His assistant tilts his head, regarding him with that fiery defiance that excites him so much.
“We’ll see about that.”
Bakugou would be lying if he said he didn't get some satisfaction from Midoriya using “Deku”, as his official camming name. Before that, he was anonymous.
Midoriya's outfit for their session together is a leather bondage rabbit mask with oversized ears and a strappy chest harness. He has a collar around his neck and a bunny tail butt plug. He looks amazing. So this is what he meant when he said he dressed up. Bakugou is on his back, naked, his face is out of view.
Midoriya starts the live stream.
“Hi everyone, welcome back! It's Deku again. Today, I have a very special guest with me.” Midoriya straddles him and flashes a mischievous smile. “Please play with me, sir.”
Midoriya leans down and kisses him. His tongue darts out to tease Bakugou's lower lip. Grabbing his ass, Bakugou gives a sharp thrust up, earning a loud moan. He grabs the fluffy tail’s base. Midoriya gasps when he pulls the toy out, leaving his hole pathetically empty. Bakugou slides his cock between Midoriya’s slick cheeks, rubbing it along his crack.
“Fuck me already. I want you so bad.”
Midoriya reaches behind and lines Bakugou’s erection with his gaping entrance. He sinks down slowly. They both moan. No matter how many times he fucks him, Midoriya still feels so good and tight around his cock. Midoriya arches his head back and uses his boss’ cock to get himself off. Bakugou holds his hips in place and shallowly thrusts up into his body.
“Is that all you’ve got? C’mon. Split me open on your fat cock.”
There it is. That fucking defiance again. Bakugou gives a hard, unforgiving thrust and Midoriya falls forward. He circles a warm hand on the back of Midoriya's neck and tightens it, holding him in place. Bakugou lowers his voice so that it’s barely audible.
“Look at me, Izuku.” Startled green eyes lock with angry crimson. “Do you honestly think.” A thrust. “That you can talk to me like that.” A harder thrust. “When you cream yourself.” A punishing thrust. “From the mere thought of my fat cock inside you?”
“Aah! No, I don’t. Pervert,” Midoriya protests, shaking his head.
"You can deny all you want. It’s cute, but we both know there will never be anyone else who can satisfy you like I can."
"If you say so.”
“If? I know so. Your body knows it too.” Bakugou rolls his hips up, eliciting a wanton moan. He laughs in his ear. “Look at you. So greedy for my cock. For my touch. Can’t stop you from being a mouthy little brat, but guess what? I can still make you come.”
Bakugou speeds up his rough thrusts, wildly fucking into his heat. He grips the base of Midoriya’s dick, making him nearly sob.
“Please, sir! Let me come.”
“Do you even deserve to? Maybe I should leave you to finish yourself off in front of these perverted fans."
“No! Please. I didn’t mean it," Midoriya begs, tears of frustration rolling down his face. "I'm so close. Please."
Bakugou sighs, deeply. Midoriya is so pretty, even when he cries. He brushes the tears away and pulls him down for a deep kiss.
"You don't even know what you do to me," Bakugou murmurs against his lips. "You’re fucking perfect. Can’t believe you’re real and all mine. I love you."
Midoriya stills. “Y-you love me?”
Bakugou processes what he just said and freezes. Oh shit. This was not happening. He swallows hard, licking his dry lips.
“Meant to say I love being inside you,” Bakugou says, dismissively. He tries to pick up where they left off, but Midoriya pins his wrists above his head. He clenches on Bakugou’s dick, making him hiss. “What the fuck, Deku? Are you trying to use your ass as a weapon?”
Midoriya's eerily silent for a moment.
“Don’t lie to me, Katsuki. Did you mean it?”
Bakugou struggles in his grip. He almost wants to laugh at how uncomfortable the situation is. They’re still streaming. Their live audience is probably wondering what the hell is going on. He stares at Midoriya for a long second before letting out an annoyed groan.
“For fuck’s sake. You know I do. I always have. Move your ass, already.”
Midoriya’s expression softens. He leans down and kisses him.
“See. Was that so hard?”
Bakugou glares at the familiar words. He lifts Midoriya's hips to thrust into him once more, forcing Midoriya to throw his head back and whine at the sudden breach.
”You’re close, aren’t you?”
”Aah, yes! Right there. I’m going to come!”
"Come for me," Bakugou orders.
Midoriya orgasms with a loud cry, shaking. He hears Bakugou grunt, low and rough, before he comes inside him. He pulls Midoriya down for a hot, hungry kiss, full of tongue and teeth. When they part, Midoriya feels breathless. He almost forgets about the camera.
“Ah! Thank you for watching and for your support! We hope you enjoyed the show. See you next Friday!”
Midoriya closes the laptop and reaches around to remove his mask. His heart is still hammering from Katsuki’s accidental confession. He turns around to see Bakugou dressed. Midoriya quickly grabs onto one of his arms.
“Wait, Kacchan! Where are you going?”
Bakugou doesn’t pull away, but he keeps eyeing the exit.
“Home.”
“Oh. I thought maybe you’d like to spend the night.”
Bakugou's heart races at the offer. They’ve never spent the night together before. There’s clear disappointment in Midoriya’s voice. It makes his stomach churn. Bakugou knew this conversation would come up. He's been preparing for it, but somehow, he still doesn’t feel ready.
It wasn’t easy but, a while ago, Bakugou accepted that the only time he'd be able to have Midoriya all to himself was during sex.
Midoriya has so many options, and so does he, but Bakugou's job makes it almost impossible for him to date. He’s unavailable and occupied with work more than half of the time. It wouldn't be fair to tie Midoriya down.
“Izuku.” Midoriya stares at him. Bakugou doesn’t usually use his name unless they’re being intimate or he’s serious. “You don’t know what the hell you’re asking for. I’m your boss.”
“Yeah...I’m pretty sure we’ve crossed that line.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes at the unwarranted sass.
“I wasn’t finished, smartass. I’m busy with random shit all the time. As my assistant, you know that better than anyone. You need someone who’s available. Someone who’ll be there for you. You deserve that.”
And more.
Midoriya silently tugs him back down onto the bed. Bakugou shifts on his side to face him.
“I know you're busy. You’re the one and only Ground Zero, after all, but I’m not worried, Kacchan. You always make time for me, and even if you don’t think it, you are there for me when I need you.” He cups Bakugou’s face and shuffles closer. “Hey. Want to know a secret?”
“Another one, Deku? How many secrets do you have?”
Izuku’s lips curve into a soft smile.
“This is the last one.”
Reaching out, Midoriya brushes Bakugou’s bangs out of his eyes. The touch is so gentle and intimate. Bakugou feels his face heat and his pulse thunder. He grabs Midoriya's hand and huffs.
“Fine, I’ll bite. What is it?”
Leaning in, Midoriya whispers into his ear, “I love you too, Katsuki. I always have. Please stay?”
Bakugou looks at him, shocked. He lets out the deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Midoriya’s smile widens and it’s ridiculous how relieved and warm he feels.
He didn’t expected someone so special to barge into his life. Midoriya challenges him every step of the way and it's thrilling. He wouldn’t change a thing. Bakugou knows what he wants. It’s never changed. He’s always wanted Midoriya, but also to know that Midoriya wants him back.
Bakugou squeezes his hand.
“Alright, but you better not hog the damn blankets or I'm kicking you out of your own bed, Deku.” He pulls Midoriya close and plants a soft kiss on his forehead. “Cancel my meetings for tomorrow. We’re playing hooky.”
Midoriya nods and leans in for another kiss. “You got it, boss.