Blackmail

Bakugou tries to extort money from one of his classmates by threatening him with a photo he allegedly took of him having a blowjob. How will Kirishima react to this heinous act?

CW : NerdKiri, BullyBaku, Threat, Rough, Blowjob, Public sex, Consent.

It was a day like any other, the nerd Kirishima had gone to high school early to meet up with his friends and chat with them about upcoming classes and exams.

He would probably have to work a bit with them when a blonde head barely taller than him introduced himself to the group, pushing his comrades in the process.

“-You, fucking piece of shit, you follow me, NOW !”

And he left without saying another word, pushing him aside at the same time, failing to drop those glasses which he narrowly saved from certain death.

Well, that first interaction had been a little brutal, not even a simple hello, smirk or whatever, clearly politeness was not in his abilities.

But once his glasses were back in their place, recovering sight, he quickly followed suit since it seemed important, even though his friends had advised him to run away from this bully.

“I'll be fine, don't worry, I'll be back before the bell rings!” he had tried to reassure them by walking away, but already his friends were praying for the salvation of his soul.

The two boys had walked for a few minutes in silence, mainly because Bakugou had told him to shut up on his first question, going behind a building, usually and currently empty.
No one could see them here and blame the inappropriate behavior he would have within seconds.

When he stopped, Eijirou followed suit, leaning against the washed up wall, gazing up at the sky, patiently awaiting the exchange.
Katsuki turned to him, tapped on his cell phone and handed it to him, displaying an evil smirk.

“-Shitty hair,you have one day to give me a fucking one hundred dollars or I throw this pic on social media and you'll be known as the huge last year bitch.”

The concerned looked away from a hovering bird to observe intrigued the blond head then the image displayed on the phone.

This one represented his own face seen from the side, a little sweaty, eyes closed and with his lips sucking half of a huge cock, holding the base in his right hand, and another cock in his left hand stained with semen.

Kirishima opened his eyes wide, somewhat surprised, his cheeks colored in red, studying the image and then the surroundings.

But as the bully expected his new victim to panic and obey him while begging, half-erect at the idea, in complete calm Ei simply tilted his head to the side, blinking doubtfully.

“-It's pretty hot. What application did you use to make this montage?”

It was Bakugou's turn to be skeptical.
Clearly, he wasn't expecting this reaction.

“-THE FUCK ? Bitch, is that all you have to say?
-...Yeah? But you are doing pretty good, on the other hand, there are some mistakes, for example here I have a thin scar in the middle of the ring finger and-”

As he leaned forward to show him, Bakugo pushed him brutally against the wall, making him hit it, surprised and pissed off.
What the hell was wrong with him.
It had never happened to him.

Every time he brought someone back to blackmail them and extort money, the other would end up crying and obeying his every word.
So why not him? This guy seemed to be largely the definition of a nerd.

Huge square black glasses, horrible taste in clothes, he swam in an ugly sweater way too big for him which hid a white t-shirt of which only the collar was barely visible, shitty mid-length hairstyle even if red, and although he appeared to be slightly muscular, +

Bakugo was much more so. And in personality, from what he seemed to see, Kirishima was cheerful, kind, shy, but loud.
Therefore, nothing to fear.

“-Are you in such financial distress to do such rude things? If you want I will pay for the photo but I would like you to at least arrange the editing, especially since I'm sure I'm not doing that expression while sucking a dick.”

With dropped jaw, he watched him, lost.
Was this guy even real?
What the fuck.
He was blackmailing him with an explicit, gay photo, and he had the audacity to ask for more?

“-Bastard, are you a faggot?”

He shrugged, looking away.

“-Hmmm no. or rather 50/50 or even 62%. You on the other hand, you clearly are to sneakily snap a pic of me in our endurance classes and turn it into porn. You are a bit scary you know? Have you masturbated on it before?”

And that statement seemed to be the last straw for the schoolyard bully who grabbed the hideous sweater and slammed its wearer against the wall, glaring at him, jaw clenched.
He was going to fucking respect him.

Kirishima closed his eyes from the blow, his back a little sore and coughed, raising his hands at face level to ask for his attention and to calm down, looking panicked.

“-Okay okay okay, I'll pay you, please release me!”

Katsuki smiles. It was much better. But not enough.

“-Beg more or I'll break your knees.”

Ei's eyes widened in surprise and scanned him up and down, studying his posture, his right leg arched back slightly, as if he was about to kick him.
Then his gaze moved to his hardened crotch, tightening through the jeans.

His astonishment grew further as his cheeks slowly began to burn.
He glanced quickly at Bakugou's face who was unaware of the dilation of envy in his pupils at the moment, something the nerd didn't miss, and something seemed clearer to him now.

In spite of himself, he smiled nervously and swallowed.

“-So you like this...
- Huh?”

He tried in vain to appear stoic, as his lips slightly opened, showing his tongue greedily run over his row of oddly sharp teeth.

“-What is it that makes you feel like this? Me or that I am in a bad position? That’s really scary... well it would be really scary for someone else…”

He had almost whispered those last words, but Bakugo had heard them anyway. He raised an eyebrow, this guy was fucking weird.

Kirishima bit his lower lip, excited, his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“-You know, I maintain that I really don't have that expression in these kind of moments. let me show you what it really is.”

And after these words, with mind-blowing speed he slipped out of his sweater, freeing himself from his grip, knelt down and released the hot, hard cock from its prison of clothing in an instant.

Bakugo barely had time to figure out what was going on and let go of the slightest sound that he held his breath when, without further ado, the nerd engulfed his dick in his mouth for a first back and forth.

Dropping the garment on the floor, he leaned one hand against the wall in front of him for support, the other hand pressed to his lips, holding back his voice, his body tensing and his mind trying to realize what was going on.

An idiot he had threatened not even a minute ago had thrown himself on his cock like an alcoholic would throw himself on a pack of beer to siphon them off, and was giving him a blowjob right there, in the beautiful morning, behind the school +

when he hadn't asked for anything like that.

What . the . fucking . fuck?

He could easily grab his hair, push him back and hit him to death.
However, that's not what he wanted now.
His cock was fine where it was.

It was wet, warm and so comfortable, it melted under the tongue that swirled around his penis.

So instead of pulling on it to get freed, he let himself be carried away by the desire and his hands were getting lost in his hair, holding it firmly to reinforce the sensation, hardening more, moaning an insult with an appreciative tone.

Bakugo was not gay.

On the other hand, he wasn't straight either.
In fact, he had never thought about it, all this shit about romance, couples, sex and people in general didn't interest him, a life without someone to cherish or fuck suited him perfectly.

He just liked being an asshole, looking down on others, inspiring fear and terror.That excited him.
At least that's what he thought before that moment, because now, his cock in this fragile-looking guy's warm and sinful mouth was making him lose his mind and all sense of reality.

Clearly, he was going to question his sexuality when he had a moment.
There, right away, he was just indulging in this whole new pleasant and intense pleasure that he was discovering.

Encouraged, Ei blew him longingly, as his hands grabbed the jeans and boxers and lowered them a little more in order to have enough room for his right hand to attend to his ballsack, making him cry out in pleasure that lasted into a long moan as he felt them.

Katsuki was having a hard time holding his voice, it was hard to stay silent in the face of… That.
He gave him a few seconds of respite when he withdrew his cock from his lips to express himself, wiping away a trickle of precum that had settled on it with the back of his hand.

“-I won’t lie that it turns me on to hear you, the noises you make are really sexy, but you better be less expressive, it would be such a shame that we caught you getting sucked by a guy, hm?”

He frowned at the mocking gaze the perverted nerd displayed as he sucked the tip of his cock like a lollipop.
Bakugo grabbed his face forcing him to take his whole cock, going down his throat, showing him who was controlling who, but again, in addition to clinging to the strong +

sensation, Ei didn't had the reaction he was hoping for, to be surprised and choke on it, with tears in his eyes, no, instead he had a look full of mischief and challenge.

In a loudest and filthiest moan, he even forced it, lodging it a little further into that wet, so tight space, his own face pressed to the center of his hips, stroking the thin line of blonde hair.

The pleasure was to again so intense that the bully bit his wrist to hold back a long groan.

Holy shit.

Clearly this was not his first experience, or there was an incubus hiding in this body.
Was he practicing, or was it a gift, maybe?
Either way, he was skilled, and he was good, divinely good, and it wasn't just because he was a virgin himself.

Hardly, he swallowed back his moans, gritting his teeth, closing his eyes to reinforce the sensation, overwhelming himself with pleasure.

Eijirou held back a laugh, amused, he was totally at his mercy, he would empty his mind along with his dick and make it sweeter.

He continued to milk him, reveling in the slightest expression, the slightest noise he made and also, the slightest taste that invaded his mouth.

Creamy, its flavor was soft and sweet.

Unwittingly, an analytical reflex he'd gained from hanging out with another nerd every now and then, he began to reflect on the meal he must have had this morning.

He had eaten something with cinnamon, assuredly, and he thanked him for it.
He was melting under the flavor, he wanted to choke on it, hit his throat, be covered with it more, more, and fucking more.

He had been right to follow him.
The slut inside him much preferred that than his studying, though it was also fun.

Nothing beats the pleasure of taking a cock, especially for breakfast.

Despite his own erection that needed attention, he did nothing, his free hand feeling the down jeans and pulled out what he was looking for.

The owner's phone has a cracked black shell with a huge orange cross logo on it.

He patted bakugo's hand with it, which half opened his eyes, lost in pleasure, floating down the path of enjoyment, breath broken and half choked.

He didn't quite understand when he waved his phone and groaned when he pulled back again, running a hand through his red hair to straighten it, tacking it back.

“-What the-
-You aren’t taking a picture? Even if it means making me pay for something compromising, as much as it's something real, no?”

He raised his eyebrows, watching him in amazement, forgetting to breathe for a few seconds.

Woah.

This bitch.
Unbelievable.
He couldn't believe it.
This motherfucker get off even more in this situation.

“-What a whore...
-Thank you for the compliment, you're not bad either !”

An insult was about to be uttered but didn't leave his lips, swallowing his words muffling a moan and the nerd.

Hand shaking, he retrieved his cell phone and struggled to take a picture of the unfolding scene, his soggy cock moving in and out of the luscious lips, puffing the rosy cheeks, red eyes twith a provoking gaze, droplets of sweat flowing on his face framed in messy hair.

He dropped his phone, luckily landing on his clothes at the ankles, avoiding further damage.
Filled with spasms, he felt it, his orgasm coming.
Oh yes, it was going to come very soon and violently.

And as if reading his mind, Ei removed it a new time, blocking the urethra with his second finger, exerting pressure on it but continued to jerk it off, his free hand returning to those balls, snatching a frustrated groan out of the blonde at the same time, out of breath.

“-Damn asshole what is that-
-He didn't describe you, but it is you who brutalizes midoriya hm?
-Don't talk about that motherfucker now and... let me cu-uuum.
-So it's true.”

He licked part of the tip, teasing it again, scooping up the forgotten precum, unwilling to lose a drop.

“-What ... is it...to you?”

Panting as if he had just run the marathon, he found it difficult to speak and seemed at the end of his life. He would make him pay for torturing him like that.
He would decide how.

“-It's really not fit for a man. So listen, I'll let you cum as much as you want in my throat as long as you stop bullying people.
-As if...You had...Your say...
-Man,I have your dick and your balls in hand,agree or with a simple pressure I will do a sex change operation on you.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, glaring at him, but the redhead seemed to mock it and rubbed the dripping wet cock against his cheek before kissing it’s full length, keeping the pressure between his fingers, looking ready to do it if he tried to be brutal.

Despite this and the slight fear that he would actually be able to, he didn't seem cooperative.
He was not going to take away his personal pleasure, or let himself be intimidated by this idiot !

“-You ask for too much.”

The redhead rolled his eyes, annoyed on one side, a little impressed on the other that he refused in his situation. He wasn’t cold in the face.
Or was really stupid.
He smiles, trying another approach.

“-If you prefer... Leave the others alone and direct all your hatred on me."

He placed several kisses on the thigh and then bit it, leaving the mark of his teeth on it as a shiver ran down Bakugo's spine.

“-Make me scream, make me cry, I'll be your cum dumpster.”

He exhaled hard, feeling a new, violent wave of excitement run through him, his cock quivering. He couldn't hold it anymore, the pressure was painful, he wanted to come, so hard, and swallowed loudly

“-Fine!”

A satisfied smile widened across his face and he did his part of the bargain, forcefully engulfing deep in his throat that cock he knew he’d struggle without, hitting continuously, tears forming in the corner of his eyes in ecstasy.

His hands gripped fiercely the bouncing ass offering itself to him, clinging desperately to it.

From this sight and sensation, Bakugou felt himself explode after yet another blow and his body arched, his head thrown back, muffling a cry in the crook of his elbow, tears springing from the corners of his eyes, as he came generously down Eijiro's throat,

+ endlessly repeating "fuck" mentally, his clenched toes scratching the inside of his shoes.

His arms were shaking, his legs were shaking, his kidneys were on fire and his mind was dizzy and clouded with desire.
He was having a hard time standing, he couldn't even find the strength to make words anymore, just a long series of “Ooh, Aah, Nngh”.

Meanwhile, a hand squeezing his own member through the jeans, as if to calm down or control oneself, Kirishima didn't seem to want to let go of his cock, making sure to empty it entirely, collecting every drop of cum, that divine nectar, so hot, sticky, cleaning it completely.

There had been so many he almost choked, but not that he minded, oh no, it was a real treat, in every sense of the word.
And most of all, he liked the expression of pleasure and distress that Bakugo displayed.
It wouldn't seem that the "bully" threatened him a few minutes ago.

He hadn't followed him for that purpose either, but a hard dick, even hidden was his weakness.
And that one trash talked him.
But, there was still one little thing left for him to do with the blonde until he recovered from this moment.

The latter, slowly, let himself slide to the ground, drained of his energy, trying to think.
And to think that people were ready for a second round right after a blowjob.
There was no way he was moving yet, he was knocked out and lessons could fuck off.

Was it because he was a virgin that he thought it incredible or none of those idiots had dealt with that mouth, that expert tongue?

The latter left his cock and he groaned plaintively, the cool breeze of the wind caressing his member, unhappy at not being warm anymore.

However, he didn’t get dressed, breathing properly and opening his eyes was a feat in itself, so doing several complex actions was unthinkable at the moment.

He was just going to continue to savor the last wave of pleasure that ran through him, record that sensation in his memory and come back to it at ho-

“-Chewing-gum ?”

He vaguely turned his head at the redhead who held out a box of mint chewing gum in his right hand, looking innocent, chewing one himself, a hairbrush in his left hand, brushing his hair back.

“-Huh?
-I take it so that people wouldn’t smell semen, but if you want, you can too!”

He blinked and, with difficulty, grabbed the box and only waved it, indicating that there was little left.
He frowned as he handed it to him.

“-How much do you suck?”

Ei chuckled and put his things back in his bag.

He also took out hydroalcoholic gel for his hands, a handkerchief which he cleaned his face with and a deodorant and sprayed himself a reasonable dose, but already too much for the blond who coughed.

“-Keep your shit away!”

He sprinkled him with it.
Katsuki glared at him but didn't move, still not recovered from his orgasm.
He was too tired for this bullshit.

“-Fuck you.
-I wouldn't say no, but we have class in ten minutes and my friends will start to worry. But oooh, man, it was really exciting, and really frustrating that I couldn't come. I might have time if I take a quick trip to the bathroom. But my work, hmmm...

-Go see your friends and show them your fucking erection, that'll be funny and absolutely not suspicious.”

He shrugged, smiling, then retrieved his sweater, pulling it on.

“-You see how convenient it is to wear large and wide sweaters? you can run away anytime with an erection and no one will see it! The only downside is that I'm terribly hot and it's a little sore, but man, it was so de-li-cious. Thanks for the meal bro!”

He kissed the bared thigh, where the mark of his teeth had been left earlier, pulling a low moan from the bully.

His gaze fell on the now soft cock and then on the tanned ass and he bit his lower lip again longingly, a shiver running through him but hit his face, coming to his senses.

“-OKAY ! I GO BEFORE…”

He looked around, suddenly remembering where he was and lowered his tone, rummaging in his pockets.

“-I use your ass as a semen receptacle. Also, I put my number on your cell phone so you won't forget to modify the edit and send it to me! See ya !”

Bakugou looked up as he slapped his cell phone on his chest, seeing Eijiro rush off and then disappear around the building.

He did what?

Tediously, he got dressed and collapsed to the floor again, at least if someone came up he would just see him lying down, his dick hanging out. He also didn't want to be kicked out for indecent exposure.

He turned on his phone and went straight to the messages, a conversation starting with a simple "Douchebag you won't be, only with me otherwise."With the so-called “Manly man”

He had a code, so how did he turn on his cell phone? had he only turned it off after taking the picture?
He rolled his eyes for a second and quickly returned his attention to his phone, suddenly vibrating.

Manly man: Send me the picture too! That will help me later
Manly man: Although I also have one of you from another really delicious point of view.
Manly man: But it's like cocks, the more the better, right?

What, what, WHAT ?

As if he heard him, an image was sent to him,showing the moment shared earlier, Katsuki red and sweaty, his face contorted with pleasure and ecstasy.
It was weird to see himself like that, and especially HOW and WHEN had he taken that fucking picture?

Was it because he was too overwhelmed with pleasure that he hadn't paid attention to what was going on?

However, he saved the file and sent the other one.

Kirishima was dangerous.
He was less stupid than he thought, he knew how to double-play, be discreet, defend himself and suck like a god.

An interesting extra in itself.
As soon as the bell rang, he would go home.
He had plenty of editing to do, and maybe for once he wouldn't ask for money in exchange for his silence.

Three days had passed, Kirishima was chatting merrily about a new anime with Midoriya during lunch break, they would probably have been chatting until class resumed if a threatening shadow had not landed above the redhead, worrying the other nerd with glasses.

Eijirou looked up and his gaze lit up when he saw the blond above him still in a bad mood as usual, scaring the poor dark-haired man with the freckles.

“-OH, BAKUGO !
-What's your fucking phone for, you fucking idiot?”

He bit the inside of his cheeks, preventing himself from smiling, and ducked his head sharply.

“-AH SORRY! We had an exam this morning, so I turned it off!
-You're noisy shut up and come here shitty hair now!
-...Here I come !”

He walked away, as Ei speedily finished his meal, a little excited at his friend's worried gaze.

“-Hum are you sure it's really going to be okay?
-Yes, no problem!
-He doesn't take you aside to threaten you?”

Ei smiled at his concern and patted his shoulder in a friendly way to reassure him.

“-No, really bro, you don't have to worry, I'm just helping him with lessons!
-Him, ask for help? Really ? It surprised me enough when you told me he was going to stop being violent with me.

-But it's true, isn't it?
-...Surprisingly yes, but I still doubt. People and assholes don't change in a day.”

Kirishima gave him his best smile, swallowing the last bite of his meal.

“-Relax ! And he is sympathetic to me. He just needed to chat and be comforted, even though he clearly wasn't going to show it. you know the reputation, manly bad boy?”

Izuku pouted, not quite convinced.

“-Hmmmmm
-And he has taste! He loves Star Wars!
-Disney?
-No, just the good ones.
-If you say so. Warn me if not, okay? If I can help... Asking for help or something?
-Yeah, of course bro! See you in class!”

They waved goodbye to each other as he cleared his things and trotted out of the canteen, turning on his phone, going through the few exchanges they'd had since, even if it came down to Kirishima asking too many questions and Bakugo answering often in the negative or “shut up”.

His dick started to harden when he found out what he had missed and quickly turned off his cell phone, adjusted his red and black sweater over his hips, and eventually caught up with Bakugo, the two of them going to the designed meeting point.

He remained silent and tried to keep a neutral face as he walked through the middle of the courtyard, but lost it for an obscene smile once they were both alone in the locker room.
He moaned loudly when he was slammed hard against the wall, rubbing against the blonde.

“-You made me wait, asshole.
-Yeeeeah, sorry again, I really deserve to suffer your wrath for ignoring you hm? But, you know, the classes, and I didn't expect to receive such quick images from you. and above all so many…”

He let out a contented smile.

“-Dude, it feels soooo real, it really looks like me fucking, you outdid yourself !
-I'm the best!
-Maybe, maybe I need to study the photos more carefully... Although, you should take a real photo, to have more reference, you know?”

He concludes his sentence by sliding his hands over his jeans to undo them.

"-Unless you just want some poor little bills to have fun on useless stuff on your own?"

Katsuki grinned broadly.

He grabbed the sweater and pulled it off, throwing it behind him and pouncing on his shoulder to bite him fiercely, eliciting another cry from the redhead.

“-I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for the rest of the day.
-Don't break down after you cum this time.”

He laughed softly and then choked as the blond's hand tightened around his throat, the other slapping his ass hard, making him cry out in pleasure, his eyes rolling back, his cock hardening.

“-Don't underestimate me, slut.
-Yes ! I'm s-sorry, make me pay Bakugo!”

Oh yes.
Fuck the money, that nerd was way more interesting, he was going to make him cry.
He was going to make him pay.

End (・∀・)
Hoping you had a good time
Thank you and support to husbando who translated me, despite his fatigue.
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