Izuku works from home. Bakugo is handsome deliveryman with a gorgeous, beefy chest (who also always wears a too-small shirt). Izuku is enamored with him (and his chest). He orders stuff just so he can see Bakugo. The amount of times he jerks off while thinking about playing with

Bakugo's chest and getting fucked by him is an embarrassingly high number. He's far too shy to say anything - a plain guy like him asking out someone that beautiful? Laughable. So, he imagines and dreams, never expecting anything beyond that.
Until, one day, his control slips.

It was like any other delivery...only Bakugo's shirt is even smaller. Nothing is left to the imagination. Every curve, slope and line is perfectly defined. Izuku's mouth starts drooling as he struggles to keep his focus on Bakugo's face. Making it even worse...it was a bit cold.

Izuku could near clearly see his nipples through the thin material of his shirt. His heart is thundering inside his chest. Scalding heat burns in his face. If Bakugo notices his struggle, he doesn't mention it. He sounds bored and distant, as always. He hands over the package,

then gives him the form to sign, offering a hint of smirking grin (Izuku's heart fluttered wildly, a splash of heat plummeting straight down to his cock). As Izuku is distractedly scribbling down his name, Bakugo stretches his arm above his head, pushing his chest forward.

The fabric constricted even further. Afterwards, Izuku didn't remember moving or thinking about moving. One moment, he was staring at Bakugo's chest, his cock fully hard and making a tent from underneath his jeans. The next, the signing thing was on the ground and his hands were

cupping and squeezing Bakugo's plump pecs. There was one glorious moment where he was allowed to internally scream about how soft Bakugo's pecs were before a raspy voice brought him crashing back to reality.
'Oi. What the fuck do you think you're doing?'
A bucket of cold poured

down into his belly, quickly dissipating all of the glowing heat. Horror burst in his chest as the realization of what he'd just done dawned on him. He slowly looked up to find Bakugo looking down at him with an annoyed expression. He didn't look angry, just irritated. Jumping

backwards with a squeak, Izuku began to babble incoherently, frantically flailing his hands. What...WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?! Bakugo was never going to deliver to him again! He was never going to see him again! How could he have been so stupid?! He was going to be arrested for

assault! He was-!
Bakugo sighed, rolling his shoulders. To Izuku's surprise, he suddenly stepped forward, through the doorway and into the foyer. He closed the door behind him, staring at Izuku with a strange, unreadable gaze. Still sputtering, Izuku tried very hard not to get

excited by the fact that Bakugo was in his apartment but it was very hard to do with Bakugo standing so close to him. Fuck...he never realized it before but Bakugo...he smelled really good. Sweat, sweet and something minty. Izuku swallowed hard. Fuck, fuck, he was getting hard

again!
'On your knees.' Bakugo ordered, his voice a low rumble.
'...huh?' Izuku gaped up at him.
Bakugo bent over, bringing his face close to Izuku's. Those bright red eyes stared down at him, holding him captive, 'Get on your knees.'
Izuku dropped without a thought, his

knees thudding against the wood. He barely registered the dull pain from the impact. Bakugo's full lips curled up into a hint of a smile. This time, his heart didn't just flutter, it practically ejected itself from his chest.
Rolling his shoulders, Bakugo said, 'Been waiting for

a chance to have some fun with you. Didn't expect you to be so bold, though.'
'...eh?' Was all Izuku could say, his wildly fluttering mind struggling to comprehend what he was hearing.
Bakugo scratched his cheek, 'Can't say it bothers me, though. I've only got a few minutes

before I've got to get back to work so we'll have to be quick about this.'
Bakugo's firm lips curled into a teasing smirk. He reached down to curl his fingers around Izuku's jaw, tilting his head back a little further. Waves of tingles rushed out along his skin. Bakugo's other

hand went to the front of his trousers, tugging down the zipper and pushing the flaps of fabric aside to slip his hand in. Izuku's eyes widened. His breath caught. His mind went completely blank. He watched, silent and still, as Bakugo slipped his cock out of his underwear.

He wasn't given any time to admire it or really even look at it. Grinning broadly, Bakugo straightened up, lead the head of his fully erect length to Izuku's stupidly gaping the mouth and grabbed a handful of Izuku's hair, yanking his head forward. The head of his cock slipped

between his lips, gliding along his tongue before pushing down into his throat. Izuku's eyes bulged. Violent, scalding heat burst in the base of his stomach. His nose was buried in a thick mass of pubic hair. He gagged around Bakugo's massive length. Big...too big! His mouth was

stuffed completely full! His cock was down in his throat! He...he couldn't breathe! He...he'd never been treated this roughly before...good...it felt so good...cumming, he was gonna cum just from this! Izuku grabbed a handful of Bakugo's jeans. His own cock was a throbbing mass

of burning, aching heat inside his pants. Laughing low in his throat, his face flushed a bright red, Bakugo clamped down on the sides of his head, holding him firmly in place as he began to rapidly pump his hips, fucking his mouth, his throat with a ferocity that made Izuku

squeal. He went into auto-pilot, sucking, licking on the thick, fat length in his mouth. Tears welled up in his ears, streaking down his brightly burning cheeks. What focus he had left was put towards regulating his breathing. It had been a long time since he last gave a blowjob

and it hadn't been anywhere near as intense as this. Precum flooded out of his cock, soaking through both his underwear and pants. Intense, electric pleasure howled through his nerves. Bakugo's cock tasted so good. What little precum he could taste was tangy, salty and delicious.

Drool poured down his throat, soaking the collar of his shirt. Bakugo laughed breathlessly, running his fingers through Izuku's fluffy hair, 'Fuck...this hole feels amazing...should've done this much sooner. Cumming...' Bakugo laughed again, 'gonna cum already!'
Izuku squealed

in excitement. Cum...cum, cum, cum! He wanted Bakugo to creampie his mouth! He wanted him to pump his cum down into his stomach! He wanted it! He wanted it! He-! Bakugo choked out a sharp groan. Curling his fingers tightly into Izuku's hair, he smooshed him against his pubic bone

fully sheathing his cock inside of his mouth, pushing it deep down into his throat. His length twitched, swelled then a burst of scalding hot fluid was flowing directly down into his belly. Since his cock was so deep in his throat, he couldn't taste it. Still, the sensation of

that heat streaming into his belly sent his mind reeling. Wailing around Bakugo's cock, his eyes rolling back into his head, Izuku twitched and trembled as he filled his underwear up with cum. The pleasure, the heat...he never experienced anything like it before. He was being

treated so roughly and it felt incredible...
'Fuck...fuck, fuck...' Bakugo panted, stroking his fingers through Izuku's hair, 'Good...shit, that felt so good. You're amazing...'
Bakugo stepped back, slipping his still rock hard, sopping wet cock out of Izuku's drooling, gasping

mouth. Izuku whined in disappointment. More...more, more, that wasn't enough. He wanted more...
'Oi.' Bakugo rasped, his low voice laced with a dizzy heat, 'Did you cum?'
Before Izuku had time to respond, Bakugo squatted down and slipped his fingers underneath the hem of

Izuku's pants, tugging them back so he could peer down into his underwear. Despite just having blown the man, Izuku still squeaked in embarrassment, his hands flying down in an attempt to cover himself. It didn't do much good - Bakugo easily batted his hands away, staring down at

his drenched crotch. Letting out a slow, rough breath, his shoulders slumping, Bakugo scrubbed a hand over his face. He got to his feet, grabbed hold of Izuku's arm and yanked him up as well. He spun him around, shoving him up against the nearest wall. A hard jolt wracked his

body when Bakugo shoved his pants down, exposing his butt. Hot breath brushed against his ear as Bakugo pressed flush against his back. Something hot, wet and hard pushed its way between his cheeks. Izuku trembled, his eyes widening, his heart racing. Near deranged excitement

pulsed in the center of his chest. Bakugo's muscular arms wound around him, squeezing him back against him.
'Guess I'll have to take another write up.' Bakugo murmured into Izuku's ear. He roughly grabbed hold of one of the plump globes of his ass, spreading him open. The tip

of his cock pressed insistently to his hole. Izuku gasped wetly, shoving his butt back against Bakugo. A low, rasping chuckle filled up his head.
'This is all your fault,' Bakugo nipped at his earlobe, pulling a whimpering moan out of Izuku, 'so you had best work hard to

compensate me.'
'Yes-!' Izuku gasped, desperately wiggling his hips. Inside-! He wanted it inside-! He wanted that thick, hard thing inside him!, 'Please-! Please-!'
Bakugo laughed again, nuzzling against the side of Izuku's head, 'Fuck...you're so cute...I don't usually get

this excited when playing around...but fuck.' Bakugo's calloused fingers clamped onto his jaw, tugging his head around so he was looking up into those bright, blazing red eyes. Izuku's heart leapt. His breath caught in his throat. Grinning widely, Bakugo leaned down to smash his

lips against Izuku's in a rough, deep, possessive kiss. Moaning happily, Izuku clumsily pushed back into him, shivering when a hot, sweet tongue slipped between his lips. He sucked dizzily on it. Bakugo's lips felt so good on his. They were so smooth and soft. He could've kept

kissing him for hours but, to his disappointment, he pulled away. That disappointment was short lived. With a hard grunt, Bakugo slammed his hips forward, driving his cock past the tight ring of muscles to sink deep into him. Izuku's back arched. He rose up onto the balls of his

feet. A wailing squeal rippled out of his throat. He came, shuddering and shaking, slamming his butt back against Bakugo to ram his cock in even deeper. Panting heavily into his ear, Bakugo curled his arms tighter around him, crushing him to his chest and started to move, rapidly

brutally slamming into him. Mouth hanging open, drool trickling down his chin, his eyes heavy lidded and hazy, Izuku moaned, squealed and sobbed, clinging to the wall to keep himself upright. Good, good, good-! Bakugo's cock felt so good inside him-! He...he was being stretched

far beyond what he was used to. His hole was stuffed so incredibly full! His butt felt like it was melting! The heat coming from Bakugo's cock was so intense, he could feel it all the way into his belly.
'Fuck-!' Bakugo growled, 'You're so goddamn cute-! I...fuck,' Bakugo

laughed again, '...guess I'll be playing around with you a lot more so,' he yanked Izuku back into another rough kiss, 'you're mine now, got it? You let someone else do this to you and I'll fuck you until you pass out.'
'Yes...' Izuku gasped, a tremble racing through his body.

None of this was making any sense but he couldn't care less. Bakugo...he...he just wanted to be like this with Bakugo. He wanted him to say he was his more...he wanted to hear it until the words were practically burned into his mind! Brushing his lips against Bakugo's, Izuku

shuddered as he slammed in deep. They both needed to get back to work but...Izuku could already tell. It was going to be a while until they could part from each other. Fine with him...he'd gladly make it up to Bakugo for any rap on the knuckles he got for missing work.

this was the original idea i had for yesterday's thread but didn't go with it for some reason? anyway! more of izuku being enamored with bakugo's fat tiddies!

and that's the end, friendsssssss