Short Stories | BakuDeku

Skaters Rivalry | 2 [M]

I steered Izuku away from prying eyes, leading him to a secluded spot in the small park adjacent to the half-pipe. Beneath a towering tree, shielded from view, I couldn't help but grin as I pressed him against its sturdy trunk. With a surge of desire, I captured his lips with mine, savoring the moment's intensity.

One hand tangled in his hair while the other trailed down to his hip, exerting gentle pressure as I drew nearer, reveling in his body responding to my touch; despite the less-than-ideal setting and the fact that I barely knew him, every aspect of this moment felt perfect. Izuku had ignited something within me, a longing that overshadowed any reservations about the circumstances. In that instant, he mattered more than anything else.

Izuku's moans mingled with the fiery kisses as I ventured down his neck, my hand sliding from his hair to the opposite side of his neck, exerting just the right amount of pressure to elicit a response from him. It was a departure from my usual behavior. 

Breaking away from his neck, I met his gaze, both of us breathless, his eyes pleading for further connection. Glancing around the park, I noted a few bystanders, but the sparse crowd didn't raise any alarms. Silencing him with a finger pressed against my lips, I then covered his mouth with my hand before swiftly removing his shirt. With my free hand exploring his bare upper body, the intensity of our encounter only intensified.

I approached Izuku's belt loop, gently pulling it to evoke a response. As his hips swayed and tears welled in his eyes, I felt a sense of control over this once-small boy, which excited me. Swiftly, I eased his pants off, allowing them to gracefully fall onto the grass beneath us, all while attending to his pleas.

Before I lowered myself, I released his mouth from my hand to share a lingering kiss. Eyeing his hand, I gently raised it to his lips, guiding it to cover his mouth as I moved downward toward his crotch. There, I encountered his throbbing member, tenting his boxer briefs. Meeting his gaze, I slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them slide down to his ankles, before planting a kiss on the tip, which earned a wince from him.

"Quiet, or we'll get caught," I hissed, punctuating my warning with another kiss. Izuku nodded hastily, then threw his head back and thrust his hips forward as my tongue teased his member.

With a teasing gesture, I reach for his member, lightly gripping it and gradually guiding my hand toward his pleasure. Opening my mouth wide, I eagerly welcome his now twitching member, anticipating its taste. As I take him inside, Izuku releases an airy moan. Irritated by his reaction, I consider pulling back, but he quickly shakes his head and uses his hand to grip the back of my neck, urging me to delve deeper.

Izuku's tearful plea for mercy echoed, "I won't do it again," as his eyes filled with emotion. Gazing at his vulnerable state, exposed in the park, I felt a lump in my throat. Despite the situation, he dared to request such intimacy from me.

I let out a deep groan as I moved rhythmically in and out of him, driven by the dual desires of providing pleasure and seeking my own. The sensation of grasping his balls while taking him deep into my throat fulfilled every craving I had at that moment. It was an intense desire, consuming all other thoughts... unless he desired more, in which case, I was more than willing to indulge him.

I could sense Izuku struggling to stifle his moans, even as he clenched his hand tightly to contain his gratitude for my actions. With a smirk, I withdrew slowly, leaving him wholly drained before gazing up at him. Our eyes locked, and then, unable to resist, I indulged in another taste of him, causing his member to bounce lightly on my tongue as I flashed a mischievous smile.

Izuku knew I would be displeased if he let out loud moans, especially with more people around, increasing the risk of getting caught. However, he appeared unfazed by the potential consequences. Lowering his hand from his mouth, he bit his bottom lip in a final attempt to suppress his urges before releasing a dry moan. Quickly wiping my mouth, I rose to my feet, meeting his gaze with irritation and warning.