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icyhotness · 6 months

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Pairing: Todobaku

Rating: Explicit

“No…I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a you fetish.” “A what fetish.” “A you fetish. Infatuation. Obsession. Whatever you want to call it, really.” To say that Katsuki has been shut up would be an absolute understatement. And, really, it is hard to make Bakugou Katsuki so speechless. And yet, he is really really at a loss for words.

“You are so pretty.”

When Shouto had first said that to Katsuki, he’d been downright appalled.

In fact, his very initial reaction was to throttle the other male. To throw a punch with every intention of knocking a tooth or two out of that annoying mouth of his.

“Do you wanna die?”Is what he had, very quickly, followed up the statement with.

Unblinkingly, Shouto shook his head. “No. Why?”

“Because why the fuck did you just say that?”

His expression was blank. Practically empty. And yet, the blond could tell exactly what he was thinking. He could tell that Shouto was not only being honest and sincere, but had absolutely no clue why he was being met with such a harsh response.

Which was aggravating.

But what could he do to someone that was so genuinely confused?

That, though, had only made him more irritated.

“Because it’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”

Thank fuck he wasn’t eating or drinking anything, because Katsuki would have undoubtedly choked on it.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

At that point, Shouto stuck a finger into each ear to plug and then unplug them. He cleared his throat and then repeated himself, “It’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”He then stopped and tilted his head a bit, as if pondering for a moment before continuing. “In fact, I really enjoy it. Every time I look at you I find a new thing to admire about you.”

The room felt like it was getting hotter but Katsuki wasn’t stupid.

He knew that he was as red as the left side of Shouto’s hair. Worse yet, he was also acutely aware of the rave that was raging in the depths of his stomach.

“What the fuck are you trying to say, IcyHot?”

Shouto had simply shrugged at that. “I don’t know. Just being honest. Why?”

Katsuki was baffled. Completely and utterly stumped.

Fortunately, that is where the interaction had ended.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it at all.

Shouto would continue to drop compliment bombs on the blond. Any time. Anywhere. Whether they were alone, or accompanied by others.

Sometimes he did it outright. Blurted it out and made the entire room go silent. Their classmates would gawk, staring in apprehension as they waited for the inevitable. Which was, of course, Katsuki going off on him and threatening to kill him (though he never even laid a finger on him).

Other times, though, he’d do it covertly. He’d lean in while no one was paying attention and would say it quietly enough for only Katsuki to hear.

These times—with these quiet compliments—he always got a bit more personal. Sometimes, they’d even feel a bit…sensual. Less like a compliment and more like he was hitting on him.

Like, for example, they had all gathered in the common room to play some games and hang out. It was nothing wild. Nothing that they hadn’t already done dozens of times before.

Katsuki had gotten done lecturing Denki and Hanta about how to play the game correctly. The two took the scolding before the entire group had quickly dissolved back into its usual variety of chaos and mess. Everyone was talking over each other. Telling jokes. Laughing.

So, with them all distracted, Shouto leaned in and said, “I’m sorry. Your pretty lips were distracting me so I hadn’t heard what you said.”

That time, the blond had been drinking some water.

And so he choked on it.

Some had even shot out of his nose.

Momo had squealed and flinched back while Eijirou burst into laughter, only for many others to follow suit.

He was a bit embarrassed, sure. But, more than anything, his heart was attempting to jackhammer its way out of his chest.

He quickly made his exit with the intention of cleaning himself up, but not before going on a rampage and nearly blasting a hole into one of the couches.

It was after that, that Shouto had become even more provocative. Teasing, in a way.

He never crossed any kind of lines, but he most certainly tiptoed around some. He went just far enough without ruining any plausible deniability. Which was both impressive and infuriating. And really, Katsuki was absolutely sure that if, at any point, he voiced any discomfort or issue, Shouto would have stopped.

But he didn’t. So, in turn, Shouto didn’t.

But that plausible deniability trick sure was annoying.

Because for a long time Katsuki wasn’t sure if he was just reading too much into things. He wasn’t sure if he was just overthinking and, maybe, Shouto really was just doling out compliments. Just…without tact or forethought to what he was saying and how it sounded.

At least…that’s what he had thought before.

But now? Now he knows full well what this is.

Shouto is very clearly hitting on him. Shouto, very clearly, has feelings for him.

Katsuki had no issue with admitting to himself that he found Shouto attractive as well because…duh. That was obvious. He’d have to be working with negative brain cells to not see how handsome and good looking he is.

Katsuki also had no problem with admitting to himself that the feelings were very much mutual.

At first he hadn’t thought much of the other male. Then they took remedial lessons together and they were on friendly enough terms. But, from there, they grew closer and closer. Going back and forth between each other’s rooms to hang out and study together…alone.

The little inside jokes they’d begun to share. The way they had begun to learn each other’s expressions—to the point that they pretty much knew what the other was thinking without any words being spoken.

They got close. Very close.

But it wasn’t until Shouto began his rather unique approach to flirting that Katsuki had realized that the stirring feelings inside were not, in the least bit, friendly.

The problem he faces now, though, is trying to figure out how to take the next step.

How to verbalize to Shouto that his feelings are reciprocated.

Because, despite how blunt and tactless the both of them can be, forming his romantic feelings into words is not something Katsuki is familiar with—let alone knows how to do without sounding like a complete ass.

So instead, he bites his tongue and tries to not melt when Shouto leans in close.

The problem now, though, is that the other male has grown a lot bolder.

To the point that he’s even gotten a bit touchy. He’s not afraid to reach and grab for his hand. And, when they’re taking a break from studying to watch a movie or the latest episode of a popular anime they both like, Shouto smoothly and easily wraps his arms around his waist and cuddles him close.

Truly, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t felt his hammering heart.

But, the point is that Katsuki wants to reciprocate. Or rather, more than anything, he wants to give Shouto a taste of his own medicine. For once, he’d like to leave him a blushing, bashful mess.

So when Shouto invites him out to go shopping with him on the weekend, the blond hopes to find some kind of opening. Some kind of opportunity to finally get his revenge.

He doesn’t though.

What he thought would be some kind of cute outing on a perfectly warm sunny Saturday actually turns out to be the quest from hell itself.

Iida’s birthday is coming up and Shouto is looking to get him some stupid reference book…as if the four eyed freak doesn’t have enough of those. But, apparently, this is the last one to complete a certain collection he has.

And…well, the look of determination on his face was just so attractive that Katsuki could not help but give in.

He wishes he hadn’t though.

There’s a hundred and fuck ton of bookstores all across the city, but apparently bum fuck all have the book Shouto’s looking for.

“It’s a collector’s item.”He says as he scours the shelves intently.

Truthfully, Katsuki is a little (read: a lot) pissed off. That would have been nice to know before he had agreed to come along. They’d started their day rather early. At around ten in the morning. It is now almost two in the afternoon.

The sun is rather high in the sky and, with it being August, it’s pretty fucking hot.

They’ve stopped a couple times now for refreshing, ice cold drinks. And even though Katsuki absolutely does not mind being wined and dined, there’s only so much of this heat and this walking he can take before he feels like he’s gonna lose his mind.

They walk out of the bookstore empty-handed yet again.

“Fuck this, Four Eyes is getting a card and a new pencil case.”He angrily grits out.

Just then, though, Shouto reaches out and holds his hand. “One more store. How about that? And if it doesn’t have it then we can go with your idea.”

What a dirty fucking trick.

Especially because he’s using his cold side. He is, both literally and figuratively, cooling Katsuki off.

A dirty fucking trick indeed.

“Fine. But you owe me big time for this, Half n’ Half.”

Shouto simply smiles softly and squeezes his hand gently. “Deal. Whatever you’d like. Besides, I have a feeling this next one will have it.”

And of fucking course he’s right.

At the very next bookstore they go to, they manage to find the book that they—or more like Shouto—had been searching so diligently for.

So, thankfully, the quest is over. The dragon has been slayed. But the journey, itself, is not over. The heroes still have to return home.

And home just so happens to be on the other side of the god damn city because of course the only bookstore to have it would be so far away.

The journey back takes just about as long as they stop frequently for cold drinks. And, most likely in an attempt to appease, Shouto winds up buying just about any and every snack Bakugou shows any genuine interest in.

So…okay, it’s not like it’s torture or anything. But the fact remains that now his feet fucking hurt.

Upon finally arriving back to the dorms, the pair split up. Shouto goes up to his room to wrap and put away the gift while Katsuki readily heads to the bathroom to bathe.

On his way up to his room after a much needed, warm soak, he passes by Shouto who appears to have had the same idea.

“Wanna come to my room later?”

Katsuki simply grunts in response, but Shouto knows that that particular grunt means ‘yes’ so he smiles and then continues heading to the bathroom.

Finally able to relax, the blond all but melts into his bed. The warm water soothed most of his aching muscles so he is feeling rather loosened up and thankfully he’s not on his feet anymore.

Time flies by with him just laying there. He doesn’t realize how much time has flown, though, until Shouto is opening up his door with the passcode Katsuki had shared with him.

“I thought you agreed to come to my room.”He says, a slight pout on his face.

Katsuki glances at him, a bit surprised. He does feel a bit bad because he did agree to that. But the thought of having to get up and walk, no matter how close the other’s room might actually be, makes him want to punch a couple holes into the wall.

“My feet are killing me.”He says instead. “No fucking way I’m getting up again.”

Shouto’s pout dissolves then. “Fair…but you could have at least texted me to tell me that.”

Which is true. Katsuki hadn’t been thinking about that.

He responds with a grunt but, once again, Shouto knows him well enough to know that that particular grunt means that he’s sorry and will do better next time. So, with that, the subject is dropped.

“I am sorry about dragging you all across the city today,”He says as he seats himself on the foot of Katsuki’s bed. “I knew it was a fairly rare book, but I didn’t think it would take us that long—and far—to find it.”

The grunt this time means, you’re forgiven.

And yet, despite knowing that, Shouto still wears a slight frown on his face.

“Your feet really do hurt, huh?”

“You think I’d be lying about that?”

He shakes his head and then his expression darkens. Before Katsuki can take it back and try to lighten the mood, Shouto’s expression is lightening.

“Would you like me to massage your feet?”

“Huh?”

“I did say I’d do anything to make up for it. And even though you’re trying to make me feel better about it, I do still feel guilty.”

Okay…fair.

Besides, a foot rub doesn’t sound too bad.

Katsuki smirks and raises his feet up only to plop them into Shouto’s lap. “Well then, get to it.”

He’d meant to feel superior, and yet he feels like he’s been had. Like he’d fallen into Shouto’s trap, because the way that he readily begins almost makes it seem like he just knew the blond would agree.

Still, he’s not too bad with his hands.

Shouto focuses on one foot first, digging the heel of his thumbs in with just enough pressure to satisfy rather than hurt. The way his hands expertly massage up and down the expanse of his foot makes Katsuki question whether he’s done this before.

Briefly.

Only briefly.

Because then his eyes are fluttering shut and he is relaxing into the touch.

Perhaps, though, he’s relaxing a little too much.

Soft moans of approval slip from his lips. He does not hear them himself, though. Not until Shouto digs in a bit dipper and the soft moans morphs into a stable, lurid whimper.

His eyes snap open and the apple of his cheeks begin to grow warm.

“I—”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Katsuki was just about to suggest that they put an end to this massage session. He could feel his dignity crumble and wanted to hold onto what little of it he had left, but Shouto’s question stops him dead in his tracks.

“What?”

“Can. I. Kiss. You. Right. Now.”

He says it slowly. Deliberately. So that Katsuki hears it all and does not mistake or misunderstand his words in the slightest.

“I—um…yes.”

His reply is soft and hesitant. And just as his eyes are about to close—readying for Shouto to lean in—he realizes that that is not the case. Instead, Shouto raises his leg just a bit higher and kisses his foot. First one, then the other.

“What the hell?”

“You said I could.”

“I thought—”He stops, not even sure of what he should say. When Shouto asked if he could kiss him he was not expecting for the other to kiss his fucking feet, of all things. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

Shouto chuckles and then presses his lips to Katsuki’s other foot. “No…I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a you fetish.”

“A what fetish.”

“A you fetish. Infatuation. Obsession. Whatever you want to call it, really.”

To say that Katsuki has been shut up would be an absolute understatement. And, really, it is hard to make Bakugou Katsuki so speechless. And yet, he is really really at a loss for words.

Besides, what the fuck is he even supposed to say to that?

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to say anything. Because Shouto just continues right along, as if he hasn’t dropped the bomb of all bombs.

“From the top of your head, to the bottom of your feet.”And then he kisses the soles of his feet. First the left, then the right. “I am in love with every inch of you. Inside and out.”

You know what? Katsuki gives up.

Whatever expectation or hope he had of turning the tables and leaving Shouto speechless and blushing has absolutely disappeared. He lost. Fair and fucking square. And it’s not like he can even bother to be annoyed by that, because the way Shouto is looking at him is making the fireworks go off in his stomach.

And as if he can’t do anything more shocking, Shouto’s lips engulf his big toe as he begins sucking on it.

It feels weird.

Hot. Wet. A bit slimy, honestly. But the more he gets into it—the more he sucks on it—the less he’s focusing on the action itself. Shouto’s tongue circles the tip of his toe, licking as he sucks. His hands gently yet firmly hold him place and the whole time, he does not break eye contact.

It does not take long for his mind to travel and for Katsuki to wonder what it would feel like if it weren’t his toe, but rather his cock that was in Shouto’s mouth.

Once that thought crosses his mind, it’s practically all he can think about. And, for the first time, he’s really focusing on Shouto’s mouth. His lips. How they look—glassy and slick with spit yet soft and inviting. He notes how velvet sleek his tongue is. How skillful his tongue is.

Another whimper leaves his mouth.

He’s embarrassed.

Katsuki is embarrassed.

Getting so worked up about getting his toe sucked is embarrassing.

But before he can retreat back into himself, Shouto is releasing his toe from his mouth. Instead, he presses a kiss to his ankle.

“I love your long, strong legs.”He says as he leaves a kiss. “And your thick, muscular thighs.” This time, the kiss is sharp. His teeth drag along the skin exposed by his athletic shorts. He nips and sucks, not satisfied until he’s left a small mark in his wake.

Up his body, Shouto trails. He leaves kisses everywhere as he worships his body. As he tells him about every part of him that he loves.

Like his small, delicate waist. His taut, defined abs. His big, broad chest. His shoulders. His hands. His neck. His everything, really. And then, of course—

“And your sweet, pretty lips.”

It starts off slow. Gentle. Sweet. Delightful. The way Shouto kisses him makes him feel warm. Makes him feel giddy. His hands gingerly cup his cheeks as their lips lock. But the longer they stay connected—entwined—in this way, the less sweet the kiss is and the more hungry it becomes.

The more hungry he becomes.

Katsuki wraps his arms around Shouto’s neck and pulls him in closer as he slips his tongue into his mouth.

He’s desperate for a taste. He yearns for more.

A moan crawls up from his throat as he loses himself to the kiss. As he tastes Shouto for the first time and falls in love all over again—as he realizes that the male on top of him tastes like mint, with a heavy undertone of addiction.

He grips Shouto tightly, holding on for dear life as he feels his sanity float away with every passing moment that their lips stay locked.

Katsuki doesn’t even realize that he’s begun to rut into Shouto’s thigh that is firmly planted between his legs. But Shouto does. Of course he does. How could he not?

Much to the blond’s dismay, the kiss is interrupted as Shouto finally pulls back. Perhaps for air, but Katsuki was perfectly fine without it. He didn’t need it. It hadn’t even crossed his mind.

He pouts.

Full blown pouts—completely and entirely upset that Shouto would pull away from him for something as inconsequential as air. But then the other male brings his hand up and holds his face gingerly.

Katsuki wonders what it is that he’s up to, but then Shouto is slipping his fingers between his lips.

He does not need any coaching for what to do next.

His lips close around the fingers and he sucks. He licks. He slobbers and spits.

“Good boy.”Shouto mutters and then his now thoroughly coated fingers are finding their way past the waistband of Katsuki’s shorts and boxers.

Normally, he’d argue that he’s not a dog. That he’s not a little kid either. But right here and right now, he doesn’t mind it at all. Much to his own surprise, truly. Because the compliment sends electricity through his body. He wants to hear that more. So much more. In fact, he needs to. If not, it really feels like the world will end.

“I love you, Bakugou Katsuki.”Shouto says as his fingers coat Katsuki’s cock with saliva. “I love everything about you.” He is teasing him. The tips of his fingers ghost over the blond’s aching cock. He doesn’t really touch him. Not yet. “I love you when you’re angry. When you’re sad. Happy. Moody.” Finally, he wraps his hand around him. But he doesn’t do anything. Just simply holds him as he twitches and aches and desperately desires for more. “I have loved you for so long. I love you with my whole heart. My whole soul. With every inch of my body…and I know you feel the same way.”

Finally—finally—he begins stroking him.

Slow, yet purposeful.

It’s enough to have Katsuki’s toes curling and his back arching.

His trembling hands grip Shouto’s shoulders and once he finally reaches some kind of mental plateau—where he can finally gather his thoughts and manage to form coherent sentences—he replies. “You do? How did you know?”

Shouto smirks.

“Because I know you.”

He tries to rut into his hand. He tries to initiate more, but a firm hand is placed on his hips to keep him right where Shouto wants him.

And, clearly, he wants him teetering on the edge of insanity.

“Not yet.”Is what he says, smirking when Katsuki begins to grow frustrated. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

Shouto clicks his tongue and slows his pace down even more. “You know what.”

The blond nearly chokes. He feels like he’s already been run ragged. This game he’s playing puts himself at an obvious disadvantage. Still, he can’t help but push back.

“Why do I have to say it if you already know it?”

Shouto leans in and nips at his neck. As he strokes his cock, his hand squeezes slightly as it reaches the head before loosening as it glides back down.

The act has Katsuki seeing stars and, once again, his back arches off the bed. He can’t help the way he pulls on the hair of the nape of his neck and any attempt to quiet down his moans has been completely abandoned.

“Because everything tastes sweeter when it comes from your lips.”

And then he does it again, but this time his nail digs ever so slightly into his sensitive tip.

That last bit of pride he had that he’d been trying to preserve completely dissolves. The last, tiny bit of reservation he had disappears and Katsuki fully gives in.

He’s a trembly, teary eyed mess as he cries out. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Shouto. I’m so—fuck, that feels good—in love with you. I was just too shy and prideful to speak up.”

Finally, Katsuki gets what he’s so desperately sought after.

Shouto’s pace increases while his lips descend upon his. He is so completely and utterly enveloped by the other male, but does not mind it one bit. Rather, he wants even more.

“Shouto—please.”

His ministrations stop and, regretfully he pulls away from him once again. This time, it is to look Katsuki in the eyes. To make sure that he’s sure. And though no words are exchanged, everything is clearly expressed.

“Where—”

“Middle drawer. Beneath the old homework papers.”He instructs.

While Shouto retrieves what he’s looking for, the blond shimmies out of his shorts and underwear and then takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He then begins to pull at Shouto’s shirt, wanting it, too, to be gone.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long.

In his hands are a box of condoms, lube, and…a vibrator.

The unearthing of the last item has the blond growing a bit embarrassed.

Not that it’s weird to masterbate but…well, it’s one thing to do it and it’s another thing entirely for someone to unearth your toys.

“I just…”He mumbles, looking away. “I would sometimes—”

But then Shouto is leaning over and pecking his lips. “S’okay,”He tells him. And then he tosses it behind himself and begins undressing. “But, you won’t be needing that anymore.”

“No?”

“Not like you’ve needed it before, at least.”He replies as he, too, is finally stripped bare.

It’s not like Katsuki has never seen Shouto shirtless. In fact, he’s seen him naked before. The dorm baths aren’t exactly private and besides, they’ve taken a few trips to the hot springs during the winter time with their now blended friend group.

But that was something else entirely.

Besides, he definitely tried his hardest to not look at Shouto back then.

This is different.

He is hesitant as his hands explore the strong, sturdy chest in front of him. Up and over his solid, reliable shoulders and down his toned, muscular back. His hands then come back around at his waist, allowing him to caress Shouto’s cut abs.

When he looks up at him once again, he realizes that Shouto has been staring at him—watching him—intently, this whole time. And if he had felt warm before, he feels hot now. Like he’s burning under his intense, ravenous gaze.

“S-Sorry…I’ve just always wanted to do that.”

Shouto smirks at that, “You don’t have to apologize.”

And then he grabs the lube and removes the cap.

One lubed finger circles his rim, forcing a loud mewl out of him. His head is tipped back, pushing against the pillow beneath him while his eyes are squeezed shut. His breath hitches once again but he immediately chokes on it when that finger enters him.

Shouto works it slowly into him before pulling it out and does so over and over again. His pace is slow. Too slow.

But just as Katsuki is about to complain, Shouto wraps his other hand around his cock. Up and down slowly, teasingly. His lubed palm drags down his shaft, squeezing slightly as he reaches the base.

“S-Shou—”

“That’s it, let me hear you.”

Fuck.

And then, just as he is getting distracted by the way he jerks him off, Katsuki lets out a loud, drawn out groan when Shouto slips a second finger inside of him.

His hand and fingers work in tandem, causing the blond to grow weak. Weary. It’s too much. The pleasure has him seeing fucking stars despite his eyes being closed so tightly still.

And then he adds a third finger.

Being stretched like this is nothing new.

Aside from the dildo Shouto found, Katsuki has a few other toys hidden here and there. But this—being stretched and toyed with by Shouto—is new. And intense. The good kind of intense. The kind that has him babbling and drooling as his pathetic moans climb higher and higher in volume.

His legs begin to shake and his breathing becomes labored, but just as he is about to orgasm Shouto stops.

The look of surprise and betrayal on his face causes Shouto to chuckle lightly.

“Not yet.”Is what he says. “Not without me.”

“Then hurry up.”

A pinch to the thigh has the blond begrudgingly biting his lip to shut himself up. So, instead of shit talking he watches Shouto put the condom on and wipe the residual lube onto it.

“Does it fit okay?”He asks, slightly nervous.

The other male nods. “You have quite the range of sizes in that drawer.”

“I have toys that come in different sizes…”

Rather than respond, Shouto taps his dick at Katsuki’s waiting entrance and then smirks at the clear desperation on his face.

“I’m gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face.”

“Go ahead and try.”

And he fully intends to. He fully intends on saying or doing something that will finally get Shouto to stop appearing so smug, but then he is slowly slipping his dick inside of him and whatever plan of attack for revenge he was concocting disappears in an instant.

Once again, he goes slow. But this time the blond fully appreciates it.

Being filled by a sex toy and being filled by a real dick are two separate things entirely.

He feels so…full. A different, more fulfilling kind of full.

That “full” feeling soon becomes a “stuffed” feeling which makes his head spin and his mind grow hazy.

Katsuki has never been too hung up on size. He’d experimented with a large toy once but found himself quite content with the more average, to small sized ones. But this—this feeling of being filled to absolute capacity and then some—it turns him practically feral.

And while Shouto rests inside of him, giving Katsuki time to get used to his size, they go back to kissing.

Somewhere between casual and frenzied, they steadily attempt to devour one another. It is a push and pull. A give and take. Tasting and teasing each other until, eventually, the kissing is no longer enough. Until, eventually, Katsuki is rutting into him and whimpering—pathetic and desperate.

Thankfully, Shouto gets the hint.

As he sucks on Katsuki’s neck, leaving more marks along his previously unblemished skin, he pulls out partially only to thrust back inside of him. Shallow. Steady. Slow. They’re both moaning, hardly forming any coherent sentences, but they’re not rushing it.

As he rocks into him, there is a slight sting and burn from the stretch of his cock that is hard to ignore.

It—the sting, the slight burning sensation—feels so good. Feels so addictive that Katsuki has to remind himself to be good. To not rush things. It is difficult though, and soon he loses his battle with his patience.

“Shouto, please.”

He has a smile on his face that is completely blase.“Please what? You gotta tell me what you want.”

Katsuki opens his mouth, to clarify, but finds himself unable to speak as Shouto’s next thrust becomes particularly deep. And he’s just so reactive. His mouth may be able to lie, but his body can’t and it is very apparent that he’s loving the way he’s being treated with this certain flavor of levity.

“Shouto…”He says, whining like a petulant child. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

He feels like he’s losing his mind.

His thrusts have gotten just a tad bit rough. A delightful kind of roughness despite not at all picking up speed. Every time he drives his cock inside of Katsuki, the blond’s body jolts and a high pitched whimper is forced out.

“So greedy, Katsuki.”Shouto whispers, watching as he falls apart. He licks his lips then, and when he speaks again his voice is louder but notably rougher—more ragged.“Such a greedy little hole. So eager to be filled. Too bad you won’t just come out with it and ask properly.”

Katsuki’s back to arches and he yelps loudly after another particularly harsh thrust. His hands, which had been tangled in Shouto’s bicolored locks, are now holding onto his back.

Shouto smiles down at him. “C’mon Katsuki. Just say it. Then you’ll get it.” And when he thrusts this time, he must angle his hips differently because Katsuki feels his brain melt. He clenches around his cock and he begins to writhe underneath him, nails dragging down and leaving scratch marks down his back as his own body uncontrollably jolts and shudders.

The marks on his back will definitely be hard to explain later.

But right now, later doesn’t matter.

Katsuki can feel his face turn red and his hips begin to buck, rocking into every thrust. His entire body begins to tremble and his needy hole twitches again.

So Shouto leans down and drags his tongue along his chest. His tongue circles around Katsuki’s nipple and any response he could have gotten is lost the moment he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. And that’s how he learns that his nipples are very sensitive.

“Ah!”Katsuki groans, his body trembling. As he moves over to the next nipple to give it the same treatment, his fingers grab hold of his freed nipple and pinches it.

“I love that you’re all mine.”Shouto says as he lets Katsuki’s nipple fall from his mouth.

He kisses up his neck and licks along his marked neck. With every thrust, his fingers twist and pull Katsuki’s nipples, dragging more moans from the panting blond.

“I—”He squeaks out, much to his own surprise.

Of all the sounds he’s made tonight, he has never—not even once—heard himself fucking squeak like that.

“Look at you.”Shouto says, continuing to play with his nipples as he fucks him slow and deep. “You could get all that you wanted…if only you would just ask.”

He’s got a mischievous look in his eyes that Katsuki doesn’t trust. And for good reason, because then Shouto wraps his hand around his cock and begins jerking him off once again.

That—the combination of his cock drilling into him at that angle, and his hand around his cock—is what finally does him in. Is what turns him into a teary eyed, begging mess.

“Please Shouto,”He cries as he claws at his boyfriend’s shoulders, leaving long trails of red marks in his wake. “Fuck me. Faster. Deeper. I don’t know, I just need more. Please. Please.”

“See? Was that too hard?”

Katsuki’s eyes all but roll to the back of his head as Shouto finally switches his pace from slow and deep to something much more desperate. And with this level of fervor and intensity, something tells the blond that he wouldn’t have been able to hold out for much longer anyway.

Too bad he’d lost the battle of nerves before Shouto had.

The sound of skin meeting skin enters the current cacophony of lewd and obscene noises that fill the air. And somewhere, in the back of his mind where he still has coherent thought, Katsuki is thankful that the rooms were built to be soundproof. But then he involuntarily begins thrashing about as cries of passion slip from his lips and all that’s on his mind is Shouto and his dick.

“Next time I’ll fuck those thick, sexy thighs of yours.”Shouto mumbles through gritted teeth. “Or maybe these juicy tits of yours.”

“They’re not—”

The argument is lost and replaced with a mewl that has him sounding like a pathetic bitch in heat

“They are tits.”Shouto replies, somehow still managing to be able to entertain such a silly argument. “Look at the way they bounce while I fuck you.”And then he stops his ministrations momentarily. Just long enough to push his pecs together to create cleavage. “But that’s okay baby, I’ll make sure to show you just how much I love these tits of yours.”

Baby? Baby?

And yet, he doesn’t mind the term of endearment. No, he loves it actually. But only because it’s Shouto.

However, as much as he loves it, he’s losing his patience.

“Okay—fuck, fine. They’re tits.”He says, no longer having the mental capacity to continue any kind of back and forth. “Enjoy them as much as you want but please, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

Thankfully, Shouto shuts the fuck up and focuses on making him cum.

It does not take long after that for him to tip over the edge.

Katsuki’s legs tremble then lock as his nails dig into Shouto’s back. He can’t help the way he loudly cries out, as tsunami like waves of euphoria and pleasure wash over him. He’s made a complete mess of himself as cum splatters over his stomach, up onto his chest, and even on his neck and chin.

But he doesn’t care.

And as Shouto pulls out, taking the condom off to jerk himself to finish, he moans and babbles chopped up iterations of Katsuki’s name.

More cum splatters across his body as Shouto finishes, finally collapsing down beside him.

Between them there is no conversation. Only panting and heavy breathing. But soon that, too, lulls and they are met with a blissful air of silence.

…Until the cum starts to grow cold on his skin.

He elbows Shouto, careful to not make even more of a mess than there already is. “Hey, lover boy, clean me off.”

For a brief moment Shouto doesn’t move. He just stares, clearly very satisfied with the scene before him. But when Katsuki elbows him again, he finally gets up and trudges into the small ensuite washroom. He comes out moments later with a damp towel.

Just as he had taken his time kissing nearly every inch of his body, Shouto now takes his time wiping down every inch of him too.

It’s like another—though nonverbal this time—profession of love.

He disappears back into the washroom only to come out moments later, clearly having wiped himself off too.

The moment he is back down beside the blond, he is pulling him in close and cuddling him.

Which is nice. Comforting. Blissful.

Fatigue rests heavy on them both, but there’s just enough energy left to kiss once more.

Softly. Lazily.

No fervor or desperation involved.

And when they finally pull away from one another—both of them with drooping, heavy eyelids—they smile at one another.

“I love you Katsuki.”

“I love you, Shouto.”

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Weeks go by and September has rolled in.

It is yet another weekend that, thankfully, the students are not bogged down with outside hero work or other such responsibilities.

Katsuki, however, made the unfortunate mistake of thinking that he could somehow bake in peace.

But of course not. Of course he can’t bake in peace.

He had been discussing various fall recipes for sweets with Satou when the both of them just decided to get into the kitchen and bake. It’s not like there was much to do anyway and besides, he respects anyone who has notable talent or skill.

And Satou is certainly a skilled baker.

So he doesn’t mind him being in the kitchen with him.

It’s everyone else that’s the problem.

“This isn’t some kind of fucking cooking show.”He barks out for what feels like the nth time, “Stop fucking ogling us.”

“Just one cookie, please Kaachan?”Denki begs despite having already failed miserably at attempting to steal one. The incident resulted in him, literally, getting kicked out the kitchen.

But of course he hasn’t learned his lesson.

A chorus of agreement ripples through the small crowd that has formed and he can feel himself getting ready to explode.

If they all grab a cookie then there won’t be any left for Shouto and the whole reason why he had even thought about baking was to make something for him. So if he doesn’t get one, it will defeat the whole purpose and only serve to severely tick him off.

Just then, Izuku joins the crowd and announces his return with an obnoxious, “I’m back!”

He’d gone out to finally get the new AllMight figurine he’d been ranting about for the past week. And, of course, he asked Shouto to go along. To which the answer had been a “yes”.

So, if Izuku is back then that means—

“I’m back.”

One hand slips through the side of his apron to wrap around him while the other grabs his chin and turns his head. Shouto presses a short, sweet kiss to his lips.

Katsuki is certainly in the mood for more. But he’d rather not get too hot and heavy with his boyfriend in front of their classmates and friends. So instead, he settles for what he can get at the moment.

The hands that had been reaching out, desperately trying to snatch a cookie off the plate, have disappeared.

It’s so quiet a fly fart could be heard from across the room.

Not that the two of them mind…or notice, for that matter.

#todobaku #todobaku au #todobaku fanfic #todobaku smut #todobaku smut fic #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #mha #bnha #crossposted on ao3

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crushmeeren · 8 months

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Bakugou/Female Reader/Todoroki

Everyone involved in this is 18+/aged up — if that bothers you then scroll on or block me.

Warnings; Female Anatomy/Pronouns, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex (double penetration), Pussy Eating, Blow Jobs, Squirting, reader gets cream pied in the end, Angst/Comfort, Cursing

Note; This is my first time writing for this pairing and I’ve wanted to for so long so I hope you all enjoy the brain food! 💜💜

AO3 Link; Miscommunications💥🍰

Word Count; 10.1k

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It’s normal when you and Katsuki argue. It’s normal when Shouto and Katsuki argue. What isn’t normal, is when you and Shouto argue. You absolutely fucking hate it when you do. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does it always leaves you with a lump in your throat and the feeling of icy fingers twisting your belly with unease. Yet, this past week or so, despite you trying your hardest to avoid having a fight with Shouto, you can’t help but burn with agitation towards the hero.

He’s told you and Katsuki, three times this week mind you, that he was going to be home from work in time to eat dinner before it was too late. Each time he’s shown up late enough that Katsuki just ended up putting a plate in the fridge for him while you two went to bed. He’s missed each night this week and the last, that the three of you are able to have a meal together. Sometimes you wake up to him crawling into the bed hours after you and Katsuki have fallen asleep. You wonder if Shouto feels a pang of sadness when he slips into the bed and notices you and Katsuki curled up together, naked, realizing he’s also missed the rare opportunity when the three of you have enough energy to have sex together. The petty part of you hopes he does.

It’s not like the three of you don’t understand that hero work has never been a job where you’re able to really get home at a scheduled time. You all understand that shit happens. It happens to Katsuki often. It happens to you as well. However lately, Shouto doesn’t even make an effort to keep his fucking phone charged! So you end up leaving irritated voicemails, not letting Katsuki do it because then it’ll really be a fight.

“Pick up the fucking phone, Shouto,” you bite, once again speaking to his damn voicemail. You’re sitting on one of the bar stools at the island in your open kitchen. The leather like material sticking to the bottoms of your thighs and it pisses you off even more. You shift your thighs to unstick them and set your phone down, screen side landing harshly onto the granite counter top. Fuck, you hope the screen didn’t crack. You pick it up gingerly and look at the screen. It doesn’t seem any more scratched than it was before.

You set it down again and lift your hands up to rub them over eyes in irritation. Truthfully you’re starting to feel really really upset at this point. Katsuki tells you not to worry about it, Shouto has always been this much of an airhead. Not to bad mouth him, but you know it’s true. He’s so smart in terms of hero work, but can be so fucking thick when it comes to relationships. You let out a drawn out sigh and try to ignore the hurt that keeps twisting your belly.

“Strawberry shortcake not answer his phone again?” Katsuki asks, voice colored with irritation. Your gaze flickers to one of your boyfriends, roaming the well defined muscles in his shoulders and back. If you weren’t so upset you’d take more time to appreciate his lean body in the moment. He’s wearing a black tank top, black sweats, and he looks as pretty as he always does. Katsuki’s standing at your stove.

You track the movements of his arm as it flexes slightly when he moves the wooden spoon around the pan, stirring the rice. He’s busy cooking a new recipe of fried rice he’s been dying to make for all three of you. It smells so fucking good and you feel second hand hurt in your chest for Katsuki. He was so excited to cook this for you and Sho tonight. You know he wont really show that his feelings are hurt though. Your lips tug into a frown at the thought and you drum your fingers on the counter top.

“No, fucking of course he didn’t,” you mumble, sounding defeated and feeling your eyes start to sting with tears. You really fucking miss him. The way Shouto’s been acting the past couple weeks has really been weighing heavily on your mind and your heart. You’ve started to question whether or not he really wants to be with you and Katsuki. If he still loves you. If he did, why would he miss out on the precious chances the three of you rarely get to spend a night in together?

Of course you’re probably being dramatic, but you can’t help it. The thought makes your chest ache, like someone shoved a fist through your solar plexus. Your body flushes hotly as you get even more worked up, heart beat picking up. It makes you feel like you can’t eat the delicious food Kat has made and you swallow around the lump in your throat, sniffling a little as you feel your eyes well up with tears.

Katsuki is either a mind reader or he heard the little sniffle you did. You actually wouldn’t be surprised if he could somehow read minds. His own belly swirls with anger realizing you’re about to cry. He pauses his movements when you both hear his hands start to crackle, he’s fucking pissed off at Shouto. He turns the heat of the stove off and he moves the pan over to a safe spot on the counter so it won’t burn. Katsuki turns around swiftly to get a look at your sad little face. Your cheeks red, eyes shiny, and you won’t make eye contact with him. He scowls, eye brows scrunching as he makes his way around the counter to stand next to you.

“Look at me, idiot,” he rumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You still refuse to turn your chair, not wanting him to see the expression on your face. He lets out a frustrated sound and grips the back of your chair, physically swiveling your seat so your body is facing him. He steps in between your thighs and you tilt your head downwards, chin resting on your chest. You cross your arms and sniffle again. Katsuki sighs and reaches a hand out to grip your chin.

You feel the way his calloused fingers wrap around the shape of your chin, pressing gently into the muscle as he guides your head up to look at him. You notice his fingers are slightly damp as your eyes flit back and forth when you stare into his pretty scarlet eyes. He glances down and sees the tears that have started to flow quickly down your cheeks and his sharp expression softens a little bit. He lets go of your chin.

“I’m just frustrated. Why doesn’t he want to spend time with us Kat? I don’t understand what’s going through Shos head,” you say in a watery voice, lower lip trembling. You quickly use your hands to wipe away your tears. Katsuki wraps his arms around your neck, bringing you close to bury your face in his chest. The warmth of his chest bleeds through his tank top on to your cheeks and it feels so comforting, warming the parts of your heart that had started to feel cold. You frantically snake your hands around his waist, hugging him tightly, yearning for his affection. He happily gives it to you.

“You know Shoutos head is 90% filled with hot air sweetheart. He’s not doing this on purpose, he loves both of us and he’s just been really busy lately. You know how his asshat of a dad is, pushing Sho past his limits. Trust me, things will be okay,” he says lowly, voice soothingly deep. As much as Shouto is pissing him off, he knows the dumbass isn’t doing this voluntarily. Endeavor is still an asshole. Katsuki rubs his cheek on the top of your head, feeling your soft hair tickle his skin, before placing a soft kiss near your hairline. He starts to run a hand up and down your upper back comfortingly.

“It just hurts Kat,” you say, voice cracking as your shoulders start to jolt with sobs, shaking in his hold. You don’t have any control of the frustration and and hurt spilling out of you and onto Katsuki. He shoulders it, being the strong hero for you that he always is. He holds you tight and lets you cry. The weight of it is a lot, you’ve been letting it build up for the last two weeks and you haven’t cried this hard in a long time. He squeezes you even tighter, noticing his tank become soaked with tears, it cools against his skin. He feels your exhales and lets out a soft growl of anger under his breath.

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” he says, voice sounding rough. You grip the soft material on Katsukis back and fist it with your fingers. You continue to cry for a few minutes, feeling the wet fabric rubbing against your cheeks, heart hammering and stomach clenching painfully as you get pummeled with sobs. You really do try not to get snot on his shirt. He hugs you, not complaining once, continuing to rub your back gently.

You start to feel like you’re getting lightheaded from breathing so heavily and you lean your head back to try and take deep breaths of air to calm down, hiccups pushing through every so often. Katsuki lets his grip loosen and you lean back further, dropping your hands from his back and letting them fall into your lap. He brings his hands up to run his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away stray liquid.

“Feel any better sweetheart?” he asks gently, well as gentle as his voice can be. You sniff and nod once, grabbing his hand and tugging on it, wanting to pull him forward. He goes easily, leaning down into your space, he places a hand on the counter top and the other on the top of your thigh. His fingers dig into the skin there. You tilt your head upwards, eyes feeling puffy, but your belly flutters pleasurably with warmth as Katsukis lips brush softly across yours. Both of you have let your eyes squeeze shut. You press further, firmly sealing your lips with his. He feels so soft and so warm and you feel him let out a small moan as your lips start to roll together slowly and sensually. You swallow his noises eagerly.

The kiss feels sweet, intimate, and extremely comforting as you take his affection and let it fill you up. You smooth your hands up his chest and let them rest near his collarbone. As your thumbs run over the straps of his tank top you both tilt your heads, moving yours from right to left and his the opposite as you kiss slowly, feeling his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. You whimper softly and open your mouth on the next meeting of your lips. You feel his tongue slip inside of your mouth, running against yours and licking the soft pallet on the roof of your mouth. Tingles shoot down your spine and you gasp softly, breaking away from the kiss with a wet noise. Katsuki feels his dick throb.

The two of you rest your foreheads together, chests rising and falling quickly as you catch your breath.

“Kat, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can eat anything. I just wanna go to bed,” you say, trying to will away the sting behind your eyes that you’re starting to feel again. You move your hands up to frame his face with your hands. Katsuki moves back from the embrace and you let your hands fall from his face as you chew your bottom lip. You take in his sharp features and see his cheeks are pink, his expression remaining neutral. His eyes remain the same as always though, full of love for you.

“Let me take you to bed then little love,” he purrs. You smile softly at his sweet words and your eyes widen when he leans down quickly and slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing firmly and lifting you up. You let out a sound of surprise and cling to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms hugging his neck. He walks the two of you to your bedroom and he drops you down on the bed, near the edge, letting you bounce a couple times. You move back till you’re able to lay your head on a pillow and reach your arms out for him.

“Come here Katsuki,” you whisper, waiting patiently as you see his mouth pull into a smirk. The air heats up between the two of you, not a blaze, but a low, warm smolder as he strips his tank top off. Like a fire where the wood only glows orange and red, nothing but embers left. You watch him crawl towards you on the bed, you let him strip the both of you bare. He pulls the covers over the two of you in the mostly dark room. You let him slip inside of your pussy easily. He moves sweet and slow, making love to you as the two of you are wrapped up together. You let him fill you with comfort and love, falling asleep quickly afterwards.

Later on Katsuki ventures back to the kitchen to put away the rice, contemplating what he’s going to tell the red and white dumbass when he gets home. Katsuki sits at their kitchen bar top for an hour or so, falling asleep with his chin in his hand, head snapping back up as he jolts awake.

He rubs his eyes sleepily and taps his phone to see the time. He realizes it’s getting close to midnight and he grips the counter so hard he swears it cracks. His hot temper flares and he grinds his teeth together, moving his hand away from the counter, not wanting it to explode. Katsuki leaves a very angry and colorful note for Shouto in the kitchen and goes to bed. He slips under the covers, pulling you close and relaxing slightly when you snuggle into his chest.

It must be close to 1 am when you feel a cool arm wrap around your belly, rousing you slightly from your sleep. You had been sleeping on your left side, facing Katsuki, with your right leg tucked up a little bit. Your left arm was under your pillow when Shoutos arm tugs you into his solid chest. Shoutos soft nose tickling the back of your neck. Usually you’d turn around once you feel him slip in the bed, nuzzling noses with him and trading, soft, slow kisses in greeting. You’re still more than half asleep but you still feel unsettled, hurt and you don’t turn around. You let him curl up behind you.

It’s become a habit, something the three of you do every time one of you comes home late and the other two are fast asleep. You know Shouto is waiting for it and you can tell he realizes something his wrong. You feel the arm wrapped around you squeeze a little bit tighter and can physically feel his arm get cooler in response to his emotions.

He knows you’re partially awake when you pull the blanket up and cover both of your shoulders, making sure the blanket is also tugged up on Katsuki, covering his chest seeing as he’s laying on his back. He hasn’t woken up once, he’s a heavy sleeper when he wants to be. You reach out a hand to rest it on Katsukis belly, feeling his warm skin. Katsuki unconsciously brings his own hand up to tangle your fingers together. You drift off again, feeling a bit heartbroken. The dreams you have that night are more nightmares than anything.

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You don’t speak to Shouto for almost two days. He tries to talk to you, he really does. He actually keeps his cell phone charged and tries to text you and call you throughout the day. He sends you cat memes and love notes but you ignore them, not in the mood to deal with it right now. The first morning you force yourself to wake up before Shouto does, heading to your hero agency early. You don’t come back till late into the night. Exhausted, bruised and skin overly hot from the use of your quirk, you tumble into your home. You know Shouto knows you’re upset because you’ve been talking to Katsuki. They definitely had a fight about it, probably even a bit of a physical one judging by the new burn marks on the wall of the living room.

You know they must’ve made up when you open your bedroom door to find them naked and entangled in bed, blanket pulled up over their waists. The soft light from the bathroom night light makes them somewhat visible in the dark. You see Shouto resting his head on Katsukis chest, arm thrown over his stomach. Your body flushes hotly and your stomach drops, twisting with hurt. You heart pulses with the negative emotion as you stand there in the doorway.

You love seeing them together but you and Shouto are still caught up in the middle of this argument. You sigh and move into the room, stripping your hero costume off, tossing the dirty clothes in the hamper. You move to your dresser and go ahead and pull on a large T-shirt and clean underwear. As you make your way into the master bathroom, using the night light to guid you, you’ve decided you really can’t be bothered to get in the shower.

Water drips down your arms as you lean over the sink to wash your face. You feel the layer of grime that comes off when you rinse it off, cupping the water from the faucet and let it run over you skin. As you bring up a fluffy towel to pat your skin dry, you look in the mirror, taking in your appearance. You look the same way you feel, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. Bags under your eyes, skin pale, a sad look in your eyes. The past couple weeks have been sitting on your shoulders heavily. You quickly look away and turn around while you brush your teeth. You stare off into space as you lean your hip against the sink, feeling the tiredness dragging you down.

Spitting into the sink you rinse your mouth and use mouthwash, pulling your hair into a bun and flipping off the light switch. You take a few steps towards your bed, but your face scrunches in uneasiness as you get close and you pause right before the side edge. You realize you can’t sleep in here tonight. Swallowing around a lump in your throat, heart beating hard and feeling like you’re going to be sick you quickly turn and walk towards the door to your room. As you reach the doorway your hear a sleep filled voice murmur your name. You freeze, recognizing Shoutos voice. He must have woken up and heard you moving around.

You don’t hear any other movement after that, just the sound of Katsukis soft snores and you think Shouto must’ve fallen back asleep. You make your way to the living room. Your eyes adjust to the dark and you’re able to make your way over to the large, fluffy sectional you have. You lay down on the side where it turns into an L.

Your grab two of the throw blankets from the back of the couch, wanting to be covered completely and you snuggle underneath, resting your head on a squishy pillow. Before you forget you quickly text Katsuki you’re out on the couch and toss your phone close by. Feeling your chest ache, wanting this whole thing to be over, you curl up into a ball, hugging your knees. You desperately just want Shouto to understand where you’re coming from. You’ll talk to him tomorrow, you think, as you close your eyes and feel tears slip out of the sides of your eyes, trailing down your face and forming a little wet spot on the couch near your ear.

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Shouto wakes up the next morning feeling like there’s a gray cloud looming over his head when his alarm goes off. He’s staring at Katsukis side profile, admiring his pretty face. He notices that he and the blonde are both only in their briefs and he remembers the night they had. He smiles briefly, before his memory provides him with the fact that you weren’t there. It makes him feel sad, chest squeezing like a vice as he thinks about the argument he’s been having with you. His lips turn into a frown. To top it off, it doesn’t help that he ended up being the only one out of all three of you that has to work today.

He doesn’t know how it happened. Wait, yes he does, it’s because of his dick of a father. As he contemplates whether or not he really needs this hero job with Endeavor, he realizes something isn’t quite right as he lays in your shared bed. The cool air of the room tickles the back of his neck and the baby hairs there stand straight up. Once he notices that something missing here is you, his pulse immediately stutters and kicks into overdrive.

He flips around in bed, heart jumping into his throat, seeing you’re not there and instantly he’s frantically tumbling out of bed, waking up Katsuki in the process, jostling him around. Shouto trips on the blanket when it gets trapped around his ankle as he tries to stand up. Letting out a yelp, he goes down with a hard thud, shoulder hitting the floor and he groans, rolling onto his back.

“Oi, oi! What the fuck are you doing dumbass?!” Katsuki yells, sitting up straight in the bed, hand already raised, palm sparking dangerously out of habit. His eyes wildly scan the room for the threat until they land on the his sprawled out boyfriend. He lowers his hand and his gaze narrows. He lets out a frustrated growl. Shouto tilts his head and sees Katsuki sitting up, staring down at him over the side of the bed.

His mismatched eyes widen again when he remembers what made him get up so fast in the first place. He sits up, quickly getting to his feet. He all but launches himself at Katsuki, who braces himself for the impact. Shouto grabs the other mans arms, one hand burning Katsukis skin and the other icy. Katsuki feels his lip curl up at the tight grip as he listens to Shouto whisper your name. He shakes Katsuki by his biceps.

“She’s not in the bed! What if she didn’t come home last night? What if she got hurt out on patrol yesterday and we didn’t know?” Shouto says, voice edging on panic, the left side of his face and hair starting to catch fire. Katsuki violently shakes Shoutos grip from him and pushes roughly at his chest, shoving him backwards. It forces him take a step away so Katsuki can raise up from the bed.

The damp palms of his hands make contact with Shoutos bare chest, slapping loudly. Katsuki pushes in close to him, lips pulled up into a sneer and eyebrows furrowed. He looks menacing as he shoves a finger into Shoutos chest. For the first time since their days at UA, Shouto feels a bit afraid of his boyfriend. He’s ignorantly lit a match in his partner and now Katsuki is a raging inferno. Shouto looks down, stunned at the appendage digging into his skin, unable to speak.

“Let’s get something straight here you fucking idiot. Number one, she is here, but she’s sleeping on the couch so you can chill the fuck out. You want to know why? It’s because for the past two goddamn weeks you’ve been blowing us off like we mean nothing to you and I spent the other night holding her while she cried her eyes out about it,” he growls, jaw clenching tightly as he pauses to take his finger off Shoutos chest. He starts to blow around the room furiously, leaving Shouto frozen in place.

Katsuki notices the frost trickling down the other heros arm and huffs agitatedly. The blonde angrily picks up a pair of sweatpants and whips around to stare down Shouto. “Number two, you know this shit has been breaking her heart. So you better fucking fix it, today, or you’re gonna have to face down with me and I swear to god you won’t like that. Fucking put your hair out, you’re gonna burn down the damn house,” he bites, slamming the bathroom door shut fiercely enough Shouto thinks the door frame shakes.

Feeling like Katsuki has kicked him in the back of the knees, knocking his legs out from under him, he sits on the edge of the bed. Sadness and hurt clash together in his chest and it’s all he can do to run his shaky fingers over his short hair, snuffing out the flames. He stares at where the door was slammed shut. He wasn’t even able to say anything, throat feeling like sandpaper when he swallows.

Shouto knew you were upset and he was already determined for the two of you to make up from this fight, but he didn’t know you had cried in Katsukis arms. It made his stomach roll painfully, feeling like he may throw up. Looking at the clock he notices he’s going to be late and he stands on wobbly legs. He gets ready for work silently, trying to push this whirlwind of emotions down until he can get home from work. Shouto pulls on his hero costume and if he wipes stray tears away from his cheeks in the process, nobody else would know.

The second you hear Shouto leave is when you finally open your eyes. You had heard Katsuki shouting at him and you pretended to be asleep in case Sho came out to the living room. Your adrenaline was pumping and you didn’t want to get into a blow out fight with Shouto and make him feel even worse when he has to go out into the street and patrol. He can’t afford to risk his life and be distracted out there. You know in your heart that the two of you have to reconcile today and you’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.

You love the two of them so much and as hurt as you’ve been feeling, you don’t want Shouto to be in pain either. He’s your partner, your lover and one of your soulmates. He makes your days sunnier. Shouto never fails to make you laugh, even when he doesn’t mean to. You love when he asks you about the little things that most people assume are common knowledge. There are some things he never got to enjoy growing up. You will say it until your dying breath, but one of the best parts of your life, has been being able to watch him experience everything he’s missed out on.

You sniffle and throw the blankets off, padding into the bedroom quietly. You flop down in your large memory foam bed, quick to lay in the warm spot Katsukis body left behind. You pull the fluffy blanket up over your shoulder and wait for Katsuki to get out of the shower. You need him to hold you again and let his warm love soothe your aching heart.

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It’s late, but not too late when you hear Shouto come through the door. Love and excitement bursts in your chest knowing he’s home early and on time. You had texted the group chat the three of you share earlier today and told him to be home in time for dinner. All three of you are going to mend this crack that’s been festering in between you and Shouto recently.

Katsuki decided to make his new version of his fried rice recipe again, wanting the three of you to actually share it together this time. Katsuki is busy in the kitchen and it smells amazing in your home. You can see him at the stove when you turn around and you can’t help but glance at him multiple times. You’ve been sitting nervously on your couch, blanket wrapped around you as the two of you waited for Shouto.

You’ve been picking at your nails waiting for him. Once you hear the door unlock you shoot to your feet, blanket falling to the couch. Despite your eagerness you walk slowly around the couch to get in Shoutos pathway. You stop a few feet in front of him as he pauses a couple steps into your home. You wring your fingers together sheepishly, giving him a shy smile and shift your weight from foot to foot.

His pretty mismatched eyes flicker all over your face, as if he’s trying to burn your imagine into his brain. He settles on making eye contact with you and his eyes light up brightly. You feel instant butterflies, much like the first time you saw Shoutos pretty face, all those years ago your first day at UA. He gives you a small smile, which in Shoutos language is a happy grin.

You can’t help it when your lips tug into a smile so wide it makes your cheeks hurt and suddenly he’s walking towards you. He’s bending over to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Baby,” he breathes, wearing his heart on his sleeve. “I’ve missed you little love,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

You make a soft sound of joy, snaking your arms around his neck and burying your face into the warm skin there. He lifts you off the ground and you squeak lightly, securing your legs around his hips. The two of you stand there, hugging for a moment. Taking time to soak in each others warmth and presence.

“God, I missed you too Sho,” you say, pressing the words into his skin, hoping they’ll stay there permanently.

You felt like you hadn’t seen him in a month and feeling his heartbeat against your chest, you felt like you could cry. You missed the subtle feeling of his two different body temperatures making your skin tingle.

“You two idiots gonna stand there the whole night or are we finally gonna try this rice I made,” Katsuki complains, hands on his hips but he has a smirk on his lips. His heart feels like it may burst, love overflowing as he watches the two of you interact after what felt like an eternity. You and Shouto both turn your heads to look at him, you giggle softly, letting your legs unwind from Shouto. He sets you gently back down on the floor before he kisses your forehead, lips lingering for a moment. You hum softly and your eyes flutter shut leaning into his chest. Not everything is fixed but even with this unspoken communication you can feel everything will be alright.

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After a long conversation at the dining table and some mouth watering, orgasm inducing fried rice, you find yourself in your bed, between Katsukis wide spread thighs. He’s leaning his back against a couple of pillows propped up on the headboard and your head is resting on his thigh. The soft blonde hair on his leg tickling your face. You’re on your elbows and knees, ass propped up in the air for Shouto. The hand opposite your head trails up Katsukis inner thigh. He shivers in response.

You stare at the blondes hard, thick cock, that’s he currently got a hand wrapped around. He uses one hand to pump his shaft slowly, thumb running over his tip as he threads the other one through your hair. He bites his bottom lip when you look up into his ruby red eyes. You look fucked out, cheeks pink and eyes lidded. It feels like electricity shoots down both your spines when you lock eyes.

You feel both of Shoutos hands grip your ass cheeks and spread them apart from behind. You feel the cool hair against your ass and your nails dig into Katsukis thigh eyes fluttering shut. You choke out a moan when you feel Shoutos slick, warm tongue press against your clit, flicking it gently and dragging it down through your dripping folds. You gasp sharply and raise your head from Katsukis thigh, resting your weight on your elbows in between the blondes thighs. Shoutos started licking at your clit relentlessly, dipping his tongue inside of your hole as he slips two lube covered fingers into your ass. He’s using his left hand, so the fingers are extra warm and it makes your belly fill with bubbling, heated honey. There’s an aching burn as he stretches your rim, spreading your puffy hole. The fingers in your hair tug tightly forcing you to look up into Katsukis intense eyes.

“Fucking hell, look at you, such a pretty puppy. You love when Sho eats your pussy, don’t you? Mm we’re gonna have him fuck you so well, I can’t wait,” Katsuki smirks, tugging your head forward when you jolt towards him. You curse loudly, ass clenching around Shoutos fingers as he sucks harshly on your clit.

“Sho, oh my god,” you groan, mouth dropping open. The craving in you wins out and you let your tongue flick out to lick at the head of Katsukis cock. You run your tongue over his slit, tasting him. The blonde gasps, grinning, looking smug. His hand stilling it’s motion on his dick as he grips the base of his cock. He feels himself throb against his hot palm. You run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling his soft, silky skin, desperately wanting to suck him off.

You get distracted though when Shouto takes it upon himself to hum against your pussy at that moment and you almost scream. You groan, panting and your eyelids flutter but you keep them open, trying to focus on the cock in front of your face. Katsuki notices where you gaze has been occupied and smiles coyly. He taps his cock head against your soft lips a couple times, tip sticky with precum. He moans lowly at the contact and you lick him off your lower lip, savoring his taste.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you wanna suck on my cock baby?” he coos, voice edging on mean.

“Yes, fuck Kat, wanna feel you in my throat,” you moan loudly, brushing your lips on his dick. The other hero sucks at your slick folds, rolling your clit between his lips and it’s getting hard to focus. Your head feels light and you think you may cum feeling Shouto slip a third slick finger into your ass, thrusting them shallowly. You aren’t sure when he got the lube in the first place, but it feels heavenly letting his fingers create that friction, dragging against your walls. You can’t see behind you but you can hear the slick movement of Shoutos hand pumping his cock as he eats you out and fingers your ass. The image makes your belly tighten and your clit twitch in his mouth.

“What do you think Sho? Should I let her suck my cock while you finish stretching her tight ass?” Katsuki asks cockily, grinning at Shouto over your shoulder. Shouto takes his mouth from your pussy, sitting up straight, making you whine in protest and he giggles, pressing his fingers deeper in your ass in apology. He meets Katsukis gaze excitedly, one corner of his mouth tugging into a small smile. You feel your elbows ache from holding your weight up as you listen for Shoutos answer.

“Oh, well yes, I think I would like to see that,” Shouto says softly, cheeks turning pink from arousal. His lips are shiny from eating your pussy. He hears your groan when he absently spreads his fingers in your ass and he glances down at where your face is hovering near the blondes shaft. He feels his own cock twitch at the thought of seeing your lips stretched around Katsukis pretty dick. Katsuki laughs and smirks down at you, pulling your head forward. You open eagerly as he guides his cock in. You immediately wrap your lips around his tip. You suck harshly, swirling your tongue around it and slide your lips down, taking him halfway into your mouth. You feel a pulse of arousal in your pussy as the weight of his cock sits heavy on your tongue.

“Fuck! You’re Sho and I’s pretty little pup aren’t you? God your mouth feels so good,” Katsuki rumbles, head tilting backwards, letting out a groan from his chest as he helps guide your slick, hot mouth up and down his cock. Fingers tight in your hair, his nails scratching at your scalp. It sends painful tingles down to your neck but you love it. The way your tongue rolls over his shaft as you suck him off makes his free hand clench the sheets, desperately trying not to cum yet.

Shouto is watching with all his attention as he sees the blondes cock vanish repeatedly into your mouth, your lips red and stretched tight. Shoutos been on the receiving end of your wicked mouth and he doesn’t know how Katsuki lasts so long. His stamina is impressive in everything he does. As you suck Katsukis cock, the aching burn of Shoutos fingers turn into a pleasurable one and your clit throbs. You hum around the blondes dick and Katsuki can’t help the long whine that rips from his throat. His hips jerk up and the fingers in your hair tug you down. You scramble to grip his thighs as his cock pushes into your throat.

It feels so good you can’t even think as he keeps you still for a few seconds. You feel spit drip out of your mouth and down his shaft. You don’t gag, but your airway is cut off, effectively suffocating you and you hear Shouto whimper from behind. He slips his fingers free from your ass and your wet pussy clenches from the uncomfortable sensation. Katsuki lets you go after that, fingers falling from your hair. Your lungs burn as you take in a few deep breaths, breasts heaving as your chest expands and deflates rapidly. You look up, neck stiff from being held tightly, to see Katsukis pretty face, flushed bright pink. You’re still holding onto the blondes thighs.

“Baby, please, let me fuck you,” Shouto whines desperately, placing a hand on your belly and pressing you up from between Katsukis thighs onto your knees. His large palm covers a good amount of your stomach and it makes your cheeks flush. You let him reposition you, feeling his warm chest against your back once you’re straight up. Shoutos nose nuzzles the side of your neck. His hands trace up your belly from your hips.

His slender digits tickling your ribs before he grips both your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He lets the temperatures of both hands intensify and you almost sob, the different sensations giving you goosebumps. Your head falls back on his shoulder, moaning softly as you reach a hand down to rub your clit in small, fast circles. You’re so fucking turned on and you notice how wet you are. You can’t wait any longer, pussy aching for Shoutos cock. Your heart rate picks up erratically.

“Yes Sho, my baby, I need you, I want both of you,” you say breathlessly, lifting your head and looking down into Katsukis sharp eyes, making eye contact with him. His gaze had been glued to where Shouto had a hold of your breasts. Shouto lets go of your tits and grabs your hips again tightly, groan vibrating into your shoulder. You look down to where Katsuki is lazily stroking his cock again. He smirks at you and your face heats up at his gaze. He reaches his free hand out to you.

“Well? Let me stretch that sweet ass of yours and I’ll let Sho get his dick wet inside your pretty pussy,” he purrs, cheeky grin never leaving his face. You feel Shouto rumble against your back once more. You gently take Shoutos fingers from your hips, squeezing them once before letting go. You crawl towards Katsuki, who lets go of his cock and pushes himself up more into a sitting position. He bends his knees and plants his feet, waiting for you. Getting in between his thighs, you bite your lip, smiling sweetly at him. You get into his space and quickly peck his lips once, feeling how soft he is. You love kissing him.

He smiles, a grin that shows his love and its full force is directed at you. Not many people can handle it, it’s a bit like walking on the surface of the sun. You and Shouto would happily burn to ash for him. You’re so grateful for him and how he’s supported you and Shouto the past few days. You feel overwhelmed with love, chest so warm and full of the feeling you may cry. Unable to resist you lean forward and whisper a sweet I love you in his ear. When you look back at him, his cheeks are red and he’s wearing a frown. Giggling, you wink at him, turning around. You settle a knee on the outside of each of his thighs. You find you’re able to brace your hands on the blondes knees when he bends you forward a little, a gentle hand on your lower back.

You bite your bottom lip, watching as Shouto makes his way to the two of you. You notice his face looks content and you’re positive he watched your interaction with Katsuki. He sits on his calves before you, in between Katsukis spread feet. Placing a hand on his cheek, you run a thumb over his scar underneath his eye. You grin at him, whispering how much you love him as well. His face turns red and he says it back gently. You look down and see his pretty cock standing straight up against his belly, precum leaking from the tip and he has his hands on his thighs.

“Ready puppy?” Katsuki whispers hotly, kissing the back of your shoulder. The slow simmer of fire between all of you, turns into a blaze immediately when you hear the blondes words. You nod eagerly, looking into Shoutos eyes.

“Yes Kat, I’m ready,” you whisper, shifting your body forward a bit to expose your ass even more. You hear Katsuki all but purr and the tip of his cock is suddenly running over your slick hole. Your body feels too hot and it’s like your skin doesn’t fit. Katsuki wraps a hand around the base of his cock, keeping it steady and using his free hand to guide you down by your hip until his cock catches on your hole.

Your hands shoot out to brace yourself on Shoutos shoulders, eyes widening and fingers digging into his skin. It’s a slow press at first and you whimper loudly when your rim stretches, fitting to the shape of the blondes dick. Shouto leans his forehead against yours when he sees the wince on your face, eyes squeezing shut in pain as Katsukis cock slips in past your rim and you involuntarily clench around him, gasping loudly. The blonde chokes a bit at the feeling, his cock being wrapped in your impossibly tight heat. Your pussy throbs and your ass aches, but you know the pain will soon fade to an intense pleasure.

“It’s okay little love, I’ve got you, hold my hands okay? You know you can take Kat, you’re doing so good,” Shouto whispers and coos, nuzzling your noses together. You nod, nuzzling him back and yelp as you feel Katsuki slide in even further, slowly bottoming out. You groan, eyes opening wide and Shouto takes your hands from his shoulders. He laces your fingers together and lets you brace your weight on him. You take a deep breath, letting out a shaky exhale before you start to trade slow kisses with Shouto until you’re fully seated in Katsukis lap. Once your ass brushes against his pelvis you break from the kiss and let yourself adjust to the dull throbbing sensation. Katsuki isn’t fairing much better, panting heavily, almost growling in his throat.

“Shit, your ass is so tight, you’re doing so good. I’m gonna move okay my pretty little pup? I wanna get Sho inside of you,” he murmurs in a raspy voice. You finally lean back from letting your forehead rest against Shoutos and you press your ass down into the blondes lap, pushing him in just a bit deeper.

“Yes, yes definitely, I want Sho inside of me too,” you say lovingly, looking straight into Shoutos eyes. His mouth drops open slightly and he squeezes your hands tight. Katsuki knows this is supposed to be a way for the three of you to reconnect, but he knows you and Shouto need to be face to face while you have sex. The two of you need the intimacy and reassurance that the other is there.

He knows you want Shouto slipping into your pussy and squishing you between the two of their chests as they make love to you. With determination in mind Katsuki starts to help you move up and down on his cock, holding your waist. You again brace your weight on Shoutos hands, starting to ride Katsuki to get yourself used to the feeling. Shouto watches your face, not wanting to miss any of your expressions. He kisses your cheeks and whispers sweet nothings to you.

“Please! Please, Kat, I need Sho too,” you choke out after a few moments. Katsuki exhales heavily behind you, biceps flexing as he helps you ride him. He lets out a whimper, pulling you down into his lap, holding you still.

“Sho, baby, let go of her hands for a second okay?” Katsuki tells him softly.

“Yes Kat,” Shouto replies obediently, releasing you. Katsuki is quick to pull you back against his chest, forcing your knees out from under you so your ass is firmly in his lap and your feet are planted on the bed near his. Your eyes widen when you feel the blondes hands slip underneath your knees and pull your thighs up towards your chest. He’s got you in what is basically a full Nelson at this point, minus his hands laced behind your head.

“Katsuki!” you gasp, feeling your wet pussy spread open completely for Shouto and your sure the blonde’s giving the other a good view of where his cock is nestled in your ass. You watch Shoutos cock kick against his belly as he takes in the two of you. You’re positive Katsuki is smirking at him over your shoulder.

“Well Sho? Are you gonna fuck her sweet pussy or are you waiting for an invitation?” he says, voice mocking. Shoutos face heats up and he glares at Katsuki slightly. It only makes him laugh.

“C’mon Sho, please? Show me how sorry you are and make love to me,” you purr, pushing your lower lip out at him. You let your head fall back against Katsukis shoulder and place your fingers on your pussy lips, spreading them open to show Shouto how wet you are. His mismatched eyes stare at your slick folds and his cock aches. He inches forward until he’s right before you.

He wraps a hand around his shaft and his tip accidentally slides through your folds. A whimper slips from his lips at the contact and he feels like he could cum just from feeling your warm, wet pussy like this. He can’t hold back anymore, he lines his dick up with your hole, places his hands on your inner thighs and he watches his dick disappear as he presses himself inside of you.

“Sh-Shouto, oh fuck, you feel so good,” you stutter, feeling split wide open, Shouto stuffing you all the way. He pushes in until hips press against you snuggly. He keeps letting out soft moans as your pussy sucks him in. He can feel Katsukis cock rubbing up against his through your walls and it’s driving him absolutely insane. He feels like a live wire. He’s either gonna melt or cum and he’s honestly worried he may either set the bed on fire or freeze it, his quirk trying to rise to the surface. Shouto remains in control and bites his lower lip, feeling the way he fits in your pussy perfectly snug.

You can feel Katsuki bite down, sharp canines digging into the muscle of your shoulder as Shoutos cock slides in against his. His grip gets even tighter under your knees and you’ve got your arms behind you, wrapped around the blondes neck, fingers threaded through his soft hair to hang on.

“Sho, f-fucking move, I have a limited amount of space. I’m aching, so for the love of God, move,” Katsuki growls against your skin, teeth clenched. He can feel his dick throbbing in your ass. Shouto whines, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, biting roughly on your perky bud before letting it go. A yelp escapes your lips and the sharp pain flashes straight to your pussy. It makes you clench around both cocks currently splitting you open.

The two of them groan in surprise. You moan Shoutos name lowly and your back arches trying to get him to move his hips. Shouto braces his hands on the headboard behind Katsuki, gripping the wood, fingernails scratching at it. He pulls his hips out halfway, before swiftly thrusting back in, cock rubbing against Katsukis deliciously. Every inch of you is pulsing. All three of you moan collectively. The sound so sweet when it reaches your ears.

Shouto starts a slow, rough pace, fucking into you lovingly. The slow pace is making you feel every inch his cock drags against your pussy. Your filled with a warm syrupy heat as Shouto brushes his lips against yours. Breath hot against your mouth as he trades kisses with you. He leans down further to do the same with Katsuki. He does so back and forth until his hands start to get sweaty on the headboard and you can feel Katsuki moving his hips upwards the best he can, starting to get closer to the edge.

The way their cocks fill you, dragging slickly against your walls, has you on the verge of cumming in no time at all. Shouto kissing you so sweetly and whispering how much he loves you in your ear doesn’t help. His lips tickle your ear. You balance yourself on the blondes chest by switching your hold from his neck to hanging on to Katsukis forearms and crying out softly for both of them. You feel small, squished between their chests and you’re on another planet, blissed out, smoldering in the intimacy of what the three of you are entangled in.

The knot starts to tighten in your lower abdomen. Every thrust of Shoutos causes the knot to wind up tighter. Katsuki is barely hanging on, moaning repeatedly against your shoulder. His cock is squeezed so tightly in your ass, every slide of Shoutos cock against his makes a pleasurable shiver travel down his spine. He lets go of your knees and wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tight. Shoutos hands immediately come off the headboard, pressing on the underside of your thighs to keep you bent in half, nails digging into your flesh.

“Fuck, fuck, my sweet puppy, Sho, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Katsuki says, voice wrecked as he lifts his head from your shoulder to look at Shouto. The two of them lock eyes and Shouto notices that the blondes eyes are half lidded, his cheeks rosy and he nods leaning his weight further on you, squishing Katsuki under you. You feel your back sticking against Katsukis overheated chest, his heart racing. You’re all sweating now, hanging on as Shouto moves his hips quickly now, want to push you both over the edge. The sound of wet skin smacking together rings throughout the room.

“Ah! ah, hah-nnngh! Sho! Just like that, please, oh fuck I’m gonna cum too, please Katsuki,” you wail, begging both of them, the change in angle of Shoutos hips hitting your sweet spot and pushing you up the mountain towards the peak of your orgasm. Katsuki was already about to cum and within the next few thrusts from Shouto, all of a sudden his arms tighten around your waist, his hips jerking upwards. Katsukis balls tighten and he stills. Gasping loudly and letting it out in a low moan as you feel his dick pulse, filling you with his warm release.

“Katsuki you’re so pretty, I love the way you cum,” Shouto whispers, unable to look away from his boyfriends mesmerizing face. Shouto is panting, fucking into you roughly as the blondes red eyes stay locked on his. Katsukis jaw hangs open as his dick twitches a couple more times in your ass, letting the last of his orgasm flow through him, before he deflates, letting his forehead bury into the side of your neck.

“Sho please, I wanna cum, please,” you whine softly, almost tearing up when he looks at you. He leans forward placing his forehead on yours again, trying to get as close as he can, as if he wants to be inside of your skin completely.

“Oh yes, fuck my sweet, let go princess, I wanna feel you cum around my cock,” Shouto says lowly, blunt as always. You nod, letting out a choked sob as you feel one of Katsukis hands leave your waist and slide down to rub quick, small circles into your clit. The slick from your pussy making his fingers slippery as they massage your swollen bud. Your mouth opens into an O shape and you can’t think straight any longer. It’s so hot in the room you know it’s Shoutos fault but it just adds to the intensity. Thank God Katsuki has good control over his quirk.

The blondes fingers circle your clit at the same time Shoutos cock bullies your sweet spot just right and it sends you flying high. The knot in your belly releases and you scream their names as you cum, limbs tingling in warm, syrupy pleasure. They don’t fucking stop, pushing you past the point of oversensitive. Your have no time to recover, eyes widening as you know you have less than 10 seconds before you’re gonna cum again, but this time there’s a threatening pressure on your bladder and you know exactly what it means. You’re squirming in their grip and trying to get Katsukis hand away from your clit by gripping his wrist but it doesn’t work.

“Sho, Kat! Shit! I’m gonna squirt-please!” you cry, trying to move but it’s too late, the others ignore you, knowing you love it. You heart hammers and all of sudden your back’s arching and your legs are shivering under Shoutos grip. You feel the first pulse of your orgasm wash over you and your holes squeeze them both. Katsuki quickly moves his hand from your clit as you squirt hard. The warm liquid splashes on Shoutos lower belly and that fucking pushes him over the finish line.

Watching Katsukis face when he cums, feeling your pussy hug his cock so tightly and your warm release that covers his belly, it’s too much. He fucks all the way into you, hips staying in place as he cums. Sticky, warm ropes of his orgasm fill your pussy. He moans softly and squeezes his eyes shut. You’ve started to come down for your own orgasm and you hear Katsuki breathing heavily. You frame Shoutos face with your hands and pull him closer, kissing him firmly. He moans into your mouth, dick twitching once more and you roll your tongue over his before letting him go. Lips parting with a slick sound. You bite your tongue and smile adoringly at him. Shouto kisses your nose swiftly and you giggle.

“That was fucking hot,” Katsuki rumbles, snorting in amusement. You laugh in agreement and wince, feeling your hips aching from being stuck in this position. Not to mention how sore your ass feels. You place your hands on Shoutos chest, pushing slightly, wanting him to move. You call his name softly and give him a pointed look when you get his attention. His eyes open wider and he smiles softly at you, realizing you probably want out of this pretzel like position.

“Sorry little love,” Shouto teases, letting your thighs down and biting his lower lip as he slips his half hard cock out of your pussy and scoots backwards to sit on his calves. He looks exhausted, but happy. You groan in relief, hips feeling infinitely better as you wiggle on Katsukis lap. You hear the blonde moan, smacking the side of your hip in a warning.

“Oi, you cheeky little pup, get off my lap, my legs are fucking falling asleep,” Katsuki says, teasing you. You laugh and slide off his lap. The sensation always strange as your ass feels empty. You flop down on the mattress next to the blonde. He immediately stretches his legs out, his knees cracking and he makes a content sound. Shouto lounges in front of him, belly and cock glistening from your orgasm and you blush a little bit, feeling embarrassed of making such a mess. Fuck you shouldn’t find that so hot. He just smirks when he catches you looking. You swallow, clearing your throat, quickly standing up from the bed, feeling their releases starting to drip from you. You love having sex with them but the aftermath is disgusting.

“Can we all take a shower please? I feel gross and I want Sho to heat the water like he usually does,” you say, starting to head towards your master bathroom. You pass by Shouto on the way, who’s sitting near the edge of the bed, and you run a hand over his short hair.

“Yes princess,” Shouto replies happily, hopping off the bed. Katsuki snorts but also makes his way to his feet.

“You’ve just got us both wrapped around your finger don’t you?” Katsuki smirks. You laugh, knowing it’s completely true. As you continue your path you feel a tug in your chest, feeling like you physically needed to say you’re sorry again. Even if you did spend over an hour hashing it out over Katsukis fried rice earlier. You stop in front of the bathroom door and turn around to meet their gazes. Your boyfriends pause, Katsuki raises his eyebrow questioningly. You grab each boys hand, lacing your fingers with theirs and look up at them. You focus on Shouto first.

“Sho, I just want to say again I really am sorry we got into this fight, instead of just talking it out in the first place.” Squeezing Shoutos fingers you turn your head, looking over at Katsuki. “Katsuki I’m sorry for dragging you into the middle and thank you for being our rock during this. I love you both more than anything and I’m so happy everything’s okay again,” you say shyly, glancing at both of them. Your cheeks turn red as you see they both are wearing a grin that could melt ice.

“Of course baby, you know we love you too.” Katsuki smirks, squeezing your hand.

“I’m saying sorry again too, I was a dick. I promise I’ll communicate better with the two of you,” Shouto says, tugging you forward into a hug and Katsuki huddles in close. You’re squeezed between two sweaty, sticky chests and you squeal, returning the embrace briefly before breaking free.

“Okay okay! Let’s go shower, you’re both nasty,” you giggle turning to run into the bathroom and Katsuki smacks your ass. He smacks Shoutos ass for good measure. You laugh when you look over your shoulder and you see Shouto frowning at the blonde whining about how that hurt. The two end up following you into the shower, all of you able to fit comfortably in the large area. As you let Shouto wash your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly and you watch Katsuki close his eyes when he lets his hair get soaked under the shower head you can’t help but smile. They’re your boys and you’ll never let anything tear you apart, especially not a damn uncharged cellphone.

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Lip Smacker - m.

⤷ summary: in which izuku, katsuki, and shouto make a bet about what flavor chapstick you wear.

word count: 4.8k pairing: tdbkdk | fem!reader warnings: none ♡ genre: crack, smut | lime author’s note: This is a COLLEGE AU, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults—more specifically all characters are in their 20s.

If there was one thing about you that everyone knew, it was that you were not one to shy away from PDA with anyone. And by anyone, that means anyone. It was no secret you were overly-affectionate, especially with your friends. It wasn't a bad thing, just a little jarring at times.

You were a big cuddler. It was absolutely normal to embrace one of your friends and hold them hostage on the common room couch. It was practically routine. Holding hands was another habit of yours. You hated walking to class alone, and whoever you convinced to go with you would have your hand tightly wrapped around theirs the entire time.

There were other ticks too, like how you’d sit on the nearest person’s lap even if there was space for you elsewhere, or when you essentially tackle your friends into a hug when you got too excited, which was surprisingly quite often. It’s just how you were, and your friends had long since accepted that.

There was one thing, however, that a certain group of testosterone-heavy someones couldn't wrap their heads around. As harmless and simple as it may have seemed to you, it really stirred up tensions with your guy friends. Out of all your little ticks, there was one tick you loved to do the most, and that was kiss.

It wasn’t a sexual thing. In fact it was far from it. You kissed everyone, including your girl friends. Truthfully, you kissed your girl friends more often than your guy friends, but it didn't change the fact that you kissed a lot. Like... a lot. So much so that the guys of your dorm have a bit of a competition around it.

You see, you were a very pretty girl. You were sweet and kind, and adorable, and all the things guys fawn over in a spritely young woman such as yourself. Having someone like you around the dorms was a blessing for them. A pretty girl who isn’t afraid of some platonic touching with the opposite sex? What an absolute win!

“I’m telling you guys, y/n totally wants me!” Denki burst into the common room.

“Did you take the stairs? Why are you sweating?” Mina asked, turning around on the couch to face him.

“Yeah, the elevator was too slow,” he huffed, throwing his bag on the floor and jumping onto an empty chair.

Jirou scrunched her nose. “We live on the third floor why are you sweating that much?”

“Oh my GOD, did you guys not hear what I said?” Denki groaned, changing the subject. “y/n wants me! She wants my plug in her outlet, and she wants me to stick it in and out all night long!”

The room erupted into a sea of disgusted groans. A rogue pillow found itself impacted in Denki’s face, courtesy of Mina.

“Ew, dude?!” Jirou cringed.

Kirishima shook his head disapprovingly. “Come on, man. Not cool.”

“That’s just gross,” said Sero.

“Trust me, the last thing y/n wants is any of...” Mina gestured to Denki. “that.”

“I know I am going to regret asking you this, but what happened to make you think that she wants you.” Kirishima curiously asked.

Denki smiled and excitedly made his way to sit on the open seat between Mina and Kirishima.

“I was walking back from class, right? And I saw y/n walking to class on her own. So, I ran up and offered to walk with her there. She smiles all big, bats her eyes and goes ‘Oh Denki, thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re here! Why don’t you just take me already, oh-hoo-hoo-hoo~!’”

Jirou rolled her eyes. “She did not say that.”

“She might as well have!” He countered rather defensively. “Anyway, she takes my hand and––dude, she’s so close to me I can smell her shampoo—she's brushing against my arm, laughing at all my jokes; and when we get to the science building she’s all big-eyes and pouty lips, ‘Thank’s again Denki, you are such a good friend,’ and then, boom! She lays one on me, right here!” He points to his left cheek where there was a faint pink glossy mark.

“Oh, so like, what she’s like with literally everyone else,” Sero bleats.

“Nah man, you weren't there, you didn’t see the way she looked at me! Those were fuck me eyes, I’m telling you.”

Jirou suddenly stood from her seat in the lounge chair. “Seriously, guys? If you’re gonna keep talking about y/n like that, I’m leaving. You guys are gross. Animals.”

“Yeah, I’m out too.” Mina followed Jirou to their room leaving the boys to themselves.

“I don’t know what they’re so mad about. They get to room with her. If I got to share a room with y/n I'd be the happiest man on earth,” Denki swoons.

“Yeah because you’d be the last man on earth, dipshit,” Sero snickers, causing the others to laugh.

Denki’s cheeks turn red. “Whatever! You guys are just jealous because y/n likes me the most.”

“What, because she kissed you once on the cheek? Please, she’s kissed me at least three times,” Sero not-so-humbly brags.

Denki shoots up from his seat. “No way!”

“Yeah, and even then, it’s obvious who her favorites are, and—newsflash—it's not you or me.”

Just as Sero was picking apart the last bricks of hope Denki had left, the elevator dinged, revealing the other occupants of the floor.

Kirishima smiled. “Sero’s right. Your little science building peck ain’t got nothing on whatever the fuck those three got going on with her.” He gestured to the three boys who leisurely walked in.

“What are you guys talking about?” Izuku asked as he stepped from the elevator with Katsuki and Shouto following behind.

“We were just trying to see which one of us is y/n kisses the most to figure out who her favorite among the guys is,” Sero answered.

Katsuki sucked his teeth, his already permanent frown deepening. “Do you idiots really have nothing better to talk about?”

“It’s easy for you to not care when she’s all over you 24/7,” Denki pouts. “‘Katsuki can you open this for me please? Katsuki can you walk with me to psych? Katsuki can I lay on your lap while you play overwatch?’” Denki offensively mimics the sound of your voice.

The common room erupted into snickers, turning the hot-headed blond’s neck red. “Watch it, dumbass,” he warns.

“Well, if you’re really that curious, I believe it's me,” said Shouto confidently, earning everyones attention.

Katsuki’s brow twitched. “Oh, yeah? What makes you think that Icy-hot?”

“I can think of many occasions when y/n has kissed me and most of them were on the mouth. I think that would make me the favorite,” he stated as if it were fact.

It was this revelation that captured the attention of everyone in the room with great surprise.

“You’ve kissed y/n on the mouth multiple times?” Sero gawked.

“She kissed me,” he clarified cooly.

“No way Shouto kissed y/n on the mouth before me!” Cried Denki dramatically, causing Shoji to comfort him. “That sneaky bastard preyed on our sweet, innocent girl and took advantage of her!”

“I told you, she kissed me,” Shouto reiterated once more, becoming increasingly irritated.

Kirishima gave a heavy-handed pat to his back. “Congratulations, dude! I didn’t know you had it in you,” he smiled encouragingly.

Katsuki scoffed and crossed his arms. “So what? y/n’s kissed me on the lips too, and some of them weren't just innocent pecks neither.”

A strangled cry muffled by Shoji’s chest escaped Denki’s lips.

“Guys should we really be talking about this?” Izuku shifted nervously.

“Don’t go acting all high and mighty, Deku!” Yelled Katsuki. “I saw you and y/n kissing at the culture festival last month!”

“Stalk much?” Sero muttered snarkily under his breath. Izuku’s cheeks went red and a coy smile spread across his lips. “Well...”

Denki broke free from Shoji’s strong arms and rushed towards Izuku, taking him by the collar. His reddened cheeks were stained with tears and nostrils flared. “Is this true Midoriya? Please, tell me it isn't true!”

“It is,” Izuku admitted, completely flustered and somewhat scared of his passionate, but clearly deranged friend.

Denki fell to his knees. “You have to tell me what it was like! Was there tongue? How soft were her lips? What did she taste like? Tell me, I need to know!”

“This is getting sad,” Kirishima frowned, genuinely concerned, and Sero nodded in agreement.

“I-I don’t know,” Izuku stuttered. “It was nice, I guess...” His mind went back to the day she kissed him at the festival by the taiyaki booth, and all the other times she’d placed her lips on his. He smiled softly. “Her chapstick tastes like watermelon.”

Denki smiled. “Watermelon,” he hummed. “Why didn't I think of that, that’s perfect for her! Fresh and sweet, just like her!”

“It’s not watermelon, idiot,” Katsuki spoke up. “It’s vanilla. It's always been vanilla.”

Izuku furrowed his brows. “Vanilla?”

“Now that I think about it vanilla does suit her style better,” Denki muttered to himself. “I think Bakugou might be right on this one!”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s watermelon,” Izuku asserted.

“Strawberry.”

Everyone turned to Shouto, who all of the sudden looked very serious. “Her chapstick is strawberry flavored.”

The three boys locked eyes in an intense stare-off. Kirishima and Sero shared a look and identical smirks, hatching the same idea.

“Why don’t we make this interesting,” Sero cut in, his mischievous grin glinting. “Why don't we make it a bet? Watermelon vs. Vanilla vs. Strawberry. Whoever is right can claim that they’ve kissed y/n the most, and therefore is her favorite.”

“I’ll take that bet,” says Izuku confidently.

Katsuki scoffed. “You seem pretty confident for a jackass that’s about to lose!”

“The same could be said about you too, Bakugou” Shouto quipped, poking the blond’s already short-temper.

While the three fought, the rest of the boys that still littered the room placed their educated bets, spreading the word to the others in a group chat. Soon all of class 1-A and some of class 1-B had placed their bets on what flavor chapstick you wore.

All of this, of course, was unbeknownst to you as you were conveniently left out of the betting chat, along with Mina and Jirou as were your closest friends and would undoubtedly blab to you about the whole thing. You had to be kept in the dark, which made the events of the following week rather...interesting.

It started the next day, after bets had been placed and the tension between Shouto, Katsuki, and Izuku manifested in their sudden desperate efforts to cater to your every need. You didn't suspect anything at first. You’d just assumed that the boys were being kind.

You woke up early, two hours earlier than when you needed to be up in preparation for your first class. It was sunrise and despite you still being tired, you couldn't fall back asleep no matter how hard you tried. Giving up, you slipped from your bed and into your robe and slippers. Groggily, you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a mug of coffee to sip on while you watched TV in the common room until you decided to start your day.

It was there that you ran into Shouto, standing in his pajamas over a hot stove cooking a fried egg. His back was turned to you and you debated announcing your presence. However, you should have known the son of the number one hero was always incredibly keen on his surroundings.

“Would you like some?” His question hung in the air, waiting for you to catch it.

“You don’t have to,” you sputter, suddenly flustered. “It looks like you’re almost done. I was just getting some coffee.” You said as you stood at the kitchen island.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the bowl full of fried rice at his side and slid the fried egg on top, drizzling a demi-glace sauce on top before turning around and placing it in front of you. He took your mug from your hands and replaced it with a spoon. You watched him, almost starry-eyed, as he placed your mug under the coffee machine and pressed the button to make it brew with coffee. He said nothing, and made himself another bowl.

You smiled softly and took a seat on a stool at the island, deciding to watch him cook instead of another episode of Too Hot To Handle.

“Thank you, Shouto,” you said as you scooped a spoon full of rice into your mouth. You hummed in delight.

Shouto’s lips twitched into a barely-noticeable smile, not that you could notice it with his back facing you. “Do you like it?” He asked.

“I love it!” You praise. “I didn’t know you could cook so well!”

Shouto did the same as he did before, taking his bowl of fried rice and covering it with a hot egg and demi-glace sauce. He found himself a spoon and walked over to the coffee machine, which had filled your mug with hot, black coffee. He grabbed it too, and came over to take a seat at your side. Reaching his long arms to the center of the isle he brought closer the sugar and creamer for your brew. You thanked him again.

“My sister Fuyumi is the better cook,” he told you. “She taught me how to make a few things for myself while I am away at university. Quick, simple meals, like rice and ramen. Nothing special.”

“Thank goodness for your sister then,” you said. “Maybe I should wake up this early everyday so I can steal more of your delicious breakfast, simple or not.”

You giggled to yourself and took another bite. Shouto watched you from the corner of his eye. He’d never seen you like this, in the morning with a fresh face and your hair tied back, dressed in your pajamas and a robe that hung loosely off one shoulder.

It is in moments like these, when Shouto finds himself alone with you that he is reminded of your magnetic attraction. Even he could not resist it, the thing about you that cast a spell upon all those you meet, rendering them your adoring subjects. He ate silently beside you, only occasionally engaging in small talk when you incited it. When you had finished, he reached for your empty bowl, prepared to clear it for you, but your hand gripped his wrist. You stood from your stool.

“The least I can do is clean the dishes. You should go. I know you’re only up this early to train before class.”

Though it was your hand that encased his left wrist, it was he that felt burnt by your touch. You took the bowl from his hand and collected his from the isle counter to wash, but not before you stood on the tips of your toes to plant a soft peck to his lips on your way to the sink. It was sweet, innocent even, perhaps only lingering a half-a-second longer than it should’ve. But unlike the many previous kisses you’ve shared before, he licked his lips and could not help the smirk that appeared in response to the taste of candied strawberries that lingered on his tongue.

“I was right,” he muttered to himself.

You raised an eyebrow. “Right about what?”

Shouto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. You’d never seen him do that before.

“I mean, you were right,” he corrected himself. “I should go. I’ll see you later, y/n.”

You nodded your head. “Oh, alright. See you later!” You called after him as he left to return to his room.

The rest of the day went on rather normally. You had gotten ready and got to class on time (something that was rare) feeling particularly spritely and energized. You assumed it had something to do with having an actual breakfast instead of a singular mug of coffee. You reminded yourself to thank him properly the next time you saw him.

Around lunchtime was when you encountered Katsuki. You had just gotten yourself lunch from one of the dining halls to eat at one of your favorite spots outside. It was a particularly nice day, especially for the dead of winter, so you decided to not let it go to waste. On your way there you saw a familiar mess of blond hair ahead of you.

“Katsuki!” You yelled excitedly, quickening your pace to catch up to him.

His shoulders tensed and he stopped in his tracks, craning his neck to look behind him and expected to find someone annoying headed his way. He relaxed only a little when he saw it was you. Still someone annoying, but a lot less annoying than all of the people he knew. Once you reached him you gave a bright grin. The sun shone down on you, igniting the highlights of your hair and the color in your eyes, imitating an almost heavenly glow; the kind that even he couldn't deny made you look perfect. It was one of the many things about you that pissed him off.

“Where ya goin’?” You asked in an almost sing-song voice.

“Back to the room to take a nap, why?” He grumbled.

You held up your plastic bag of food. “Want to have lunch with me? I have extra.”

“No.” He said simply and began walking towards the dorm.

You pouted, a small whine came from your chest and you chased after him. “Please, Katsuki?” You begged. “I don’t want to eat alone today. Besides, who else is going to help me eat all this spicy pork curry?”

He sighed, once again stopping his journey to his comfortable bed that had been calling his name since his 8 AM class. You smiled triumphantly, knowing you had won. He looked down at your heavy plastic bag full of what he now knows is spicy pork curry and other side dishes. Sucking his teeth he grabbed the food from your hand. “You’re lucky I’m fucking starving. Why buy so much if you weren't going to eat all of it?”

He nagged you all the way to the campus arboretum, where you had a special place among the grass and trees you liked to sit and eat at. He was only giving you a hard time because it kept him from thinking about how pretty you looked in your dress, or how cute you had sounded begging him to come eat with you. He didn't want to think about how your arm often bumped his because you had an awkward, lop-sided gait, or about the smell of your perfume. All he wanted to do was get to your picnic spot and eat. So he did.

The two of you ate together on a blanket you had brought. You’d gotten on the topic of final exams which turned into a shit-talking fest about who you both felt in your class would pass and who would fail. He found it very easy to talk to you and you never made him feel bad about the things he said, unlike most people who spend most of their energy scolding him instead of just talking. Not you though. You always let him talk.

It was when he said something that made you laugh that you accidentally spilled your soda on your dress. You cursed and fumbled for napkins to dab it clean, but the stain was evident.

“Dammit!” You groaned. “I have class in fifteen minutes I don't have time to change.”

You were so busy cleaning your mess, it wasn't until you felt the weight of Katsuki’s thick hoodie plop over your head that you knew he had even taken it off. You snorted a chuckle and pulled your head threw the neck hole to see him left in his black compression shirt.

“Take it dumbass,” he told you.

“You won’t be cold?” You asked.

“I’m done for the day. Just bring it to my room later.” He said.

You smiled and pushed your arms through the sleeves, pulling the oversized hoodie over you to cover the stain. It was...toasty, you think is the correct word, and it smelled like his cologne. You closed your eyes and held the fabric to your nose, inhaling his scent deeply. Katsuki furrowed his brows as he watched you.

“It smells so good!” You practically moan. “And it’s so warm. It’s like I’m getting the best hug in the world. A Kaachan hug!” You teased, snickering to yourself.

Katsuki’s face grew hot, and he pinched your cheek, tugging with his fingers, making you yelp and whine from the minuscule pain. “Who told you to call me that, huh? Can’t you just say thank you like a normal person? I can take my hoodie back and let you walk around with a shitty stain on your dress.”

Your hand gripped his arm, attempting to pry him off. “Okay, okay!” You yell, half laughing, half hissing in pain. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”

Satisfied he let your cheek go, and you soothed the spot by rubbing it in circles with your hand. You pouted while he cleaned the blanket of your mess and threw the trash away while you folded it back up. He decided to walk you to class since he had nothing better to do and he knew you wanted him to (certainly not because he wanted to). When you made it to the entrance of your building you stopped and turned towards him.

“Thanks for walking me and for the hoodie,” you smiled. “I’ll see you back in the dorms.”

You started to turn around when you felt his hand wrap around your arm, keeping you in place. Confused, you stood still. You might have been imagining things, but from where you stood, it looked as though his cheeks were flushed red.

“What’s wrong, Katsuki?” You asked, concerned.

“Don’t I...get a kiss?” He couldn't believe what he was saying.

“A kiss?” You repeated, also not believing what he was saying.

“As a thank you,” he explained.

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile. “I thought you didn't like it when I did that in public.”

“When has that ever stopped you before!” He countered, his cheeks growing redder.

You laughed and took a step closer, closing the gap between you. You craned your neck up to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. Unsatisfied, Katsuki sucked his teeth and reached his hand up to your chin, turning your head in a position for him to press his lips against yours, and kissed you. It was unexpected, but after a few seconds, the shock drifted away, and you closed your eyes, returning the kiss. It was longer than the kiss you shared with Shouto earlier that day, but not by much; and once it was over, he licked his lips.

‘Vanilla...’ He thought as he pulled away.

His hand fell from your chin and he sighed. “Hurry before you’re late,” was all he said before turning around and walking back towards the dorm, leaving you in a post-kiss daze.

You made it to your class, albeit, late because your mind kept trying to make sense of the kiss that you’d accidentally passed the door to your classroom...twice. Of course, you had kissed Katsuki before. Kissing him on the lips wasn't necessarily a rare occurrence either. But never had he incited a kiss on his own—and in public? Well, that wasn't even in the realm of possibility before. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself it wasn't strange, you couldn't help but feel suspicious.

As you dissociated from your lecture your brain kept replaying the kiss, searching for a reason to why the kiss felt different. No, it didn't feel different. It felt strange. But it only felt strange because something about it felt familiar. It shouldn't have felt familiar. If a guy initiates a kiss with you for the first time it shouldn't feel familiar. Why did it feel familiar?

And then it hit you. He licked his lips.

He licked his lips!

Your brain switched to your kiss with Shouto earlier in the day. After you kissed him he had licked his lips too. You thought it was weird then, but didn't think twice about it. Now you were thinking twice.

‘I’m just being crazy,’ you thought.

In what way could the kisses be related? What? Because they both happened to lick their lips afterwards? So what? That didn’t mean anything. It meant nothing. You were sure of it...

Almost.

You shook the thoughts from your head, refocusing your attention back to your professor at the front of the room. After class, you made your way back to the dorms to get started on your studies while Mina and Jiro were out. The sun had long since set, and you were two hours deep in frustration preparing for your Hero Physics midterm when a knock came from the door.

You welcomed the distraction, considering you were about to re-read the same question for the fifth time with no progress of understanding it anytime soon, and if you read it again without a miraculous conclusion, you were going to bash your brains in with your laptop.

Needless to say, when you opened the door to see Izuku standing in the hall, you welcomed him with open arms.

“Hey!” You smiled.

Izuku looked you up and down. You were still wearing Katsuki’s hoodie, but you had switched out your dress for pajama pants and fuzzy socks. It was subtle, practically unnoticeable, but the slightest crease formed in-between his eyebrows when he noticed.

“Is that Kaachan’s hoodie?” He asked.

You looked down at your torso, as if you had forgotten you were wearing anything at all. “Oh, yeah,” you said. “I spilled soda all over my dress earlier while I was with him and he let me borrow it. Honestly, I’m thinking about keeping it at this point. I was supposed to return it as soon as I got back but it’s freezing in here because the thermostat is stuck at sixty-nine degrees and this hoodie is so much warmer than any of mine.”

“You should really call maintenance to fix that.” He brushed past you, entering your room and plopping his backpack on the floor by your desk. You closed the door behind him and crossed your arms.

“What's this?” He asked, picking up your notebook.

“My suicide note.”

Izuku chuckled, looking over your notes and at the assignment on your computer. “I took Hero Physics last semester,” he told you. “I can help you if you want.”

“If you want to dedicate your time to a hopeless cause, be my guest.”

And he did. He took a seat next to you at your desk and spent the next hour tutoring you on Hero Physics by walking you through questions like ‘Find the velocity of this speed-type hero’ and what-not. Surprisingly, it wasn't long into your session that you began to understand the words on your screen. You didn't suddenly become Einstein or anything, but at some point you started to work your way through them on your own with few mistakes. The assignment you had spent two hours slowly killing yourself over was completed in one with the help of your freckled friend.

“I think you’re aiming for the wrong profession, Izuku,” you tell him. “Schools need more teachers.”

“Then schools should pay them more.”

You tried to snort back your laughter, ultimately failing, causing Izuku to laugh along with you.

“Want a drink?” You asked, standing to your feet.

“Sure.” He nodded. You left him at your desk and came back with two Arizona teas from your mini fridge to share with him.

“You never mentioned why you stopped by unannounced,” you said as you took a sip. “Not that you’re ever unwelcome.”

“Oh,” he smiled. “I guess I just wanted to see you.”

You looked down at your hands wrapped around the can, unable to meet his eyes. Izuku always managed to make you blush. You weren't sure if he meant to or not. Either way, he was completely oblivious to the effect he had on you.

“Well thank you. It’s always nice to see you.”

Similarly, Izuku blushed as well, his cheeks turning pale red. His eyes shifted to the clock on your desk. “I should probably go,” he said, not really wanting to go. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh, right.” You both stood to your feet and Izuku gathered his things. You walked him to the door, leisurely leaning against the doorframe as he exited into the hall. “Think you can keep tutoring me?”

Izuku turned around.

“I still need to pass finals,” you said.

He nodded. “Then I'll make sure you pass finals.”

Grinning, you closed the space between you, mindlessly reaching to place a kiss on his cheek when you were reminded of the other kisses you'd shared with Shouto and Katsuki. A thought in the back of your mind spurred from your suspicions—a thought that quickly turned into an idea. At the last second, you acted on your impulse to b-line for his lips, catching you both off guard. You stuck with it, pressing your lips against his harder than you intended. The action stunned him, but it didn't take him longer than a second to embrace it.

It was just a kiss. Not unlike the many kisses you often shared with the others. Not unlike the kisses you've given him before. It was just a simple peck...until it wasn't.

You pulled away, prepared to give him your thanks for helping you with your studies. But, you never got the chance. Your words were silenced by his lips chasing after yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as your back pressed against the door frame. His hands cupped your cheeks and your lips moved in sync, his tongue daring to swipe across your lips. In the heat of the moment, your mouth nearly opened for him, but he pulled away just as your lips began to part, and you opened your eyes to meet dark green irises peering down at your flushen face.

Your eyes flickered down to his pink lips, now reddened and somewhat swollen. You watched in disbelief as—just like the others—he, too, licked his lips.

“Watermelon,” he said lowly. Your chest heaved, your words escaping you. Izuku stepped back, his usual sickeningly sweet smile staring back at you as if nothing happened.

“We should split some watermelon,” he said. “The next time we study together. That’s my asking rate.”

You nodded hazily. “Okay.”

With that, he said goodbye and left you standing in the doorway to your room dumbfounded.

Yeah.

Something definitely was up.

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an1m3smutt3r · 3 months

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Katsuki: I have a surprise for you

Todoroki: You do?

Katsuki: *puts a blindfold on Shoto*

*a few minutes later*

Todoroki: *pounding into Izuku*

Katsuki: *pounding into Shoto*

Izuku: *gagged and tied to the bed, enjoying this time with his friends*

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lamet00wn · 1 year

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Idolization

Imagine prohero!Y/N sustained an injury, taking up a job in the modeling agency. Not to you or your husband’s knowledge prior, it was a naughty agency and you absolutely fucking killed it.

Ooc bakugo and todoroki? (My brain melts for soft Katsuki and shoto <3)

Content warning: NSFW, slight angst, polyamory, Female!Reader, dom!bakugo, Dom!Todoroki, bossy&BrattySub!Y/N, male!receiving, humiliation, degrading, getting caught, mentions of breeding kink, P0rN with plot, swearing.

Long nsfw story. Part two will consist of sub!reader a lot more lol

Katsuki couldn’t believe that IcyHot bastard and his demon of a wife had convinced him that you taking up the model agency job for Victoria secret was a ‘good idea’. He grumbled to himself, pushing open the agency door with one hand. He entered the lobby, walking up to the receptionist in the middle of the semi-filled area.

His frown never left his face, going to open his mouth to speak but a hand was placed in front of him. His mouth hung open as the receptionist typed away on her computer with one hand

“They’re already expecting you, sir. Tell Mrs. toba I said hi”

The receptionist always dreaded bakugo coming everyday. He was always loud and demanding, unlike his other partner who was always quiet and respectful when he entered.

Bakugo couldn’t help but scoff at the name the receptionist blurted.

“Is that the name she’s telling the public now?”

He grumbled, leaving to the direction of the elevator. Y/N legal last name was bakugo with the promise to todoroki he’d get to name the first Child. You decided you wanted to tell the press a combined name since before everything was legalized, you got backlash for only choosing to take bakugo’s name. You were with bakugo before todoroki was even in the picture so of course he had certain rights to you.

He grumbled to himself all the way to the elevator, all the way up, and all the way to your set. He brutally opens the door with his knee and stomps in, his aura making everyone uneasy.

You turned to the door and smiled widely, cheeks dusting a light pink

“‘Suki!! You made it just in time!”

Katsuki hummed as he heard his love and turned to her. He froze and his face flushed from his neck to his ears in red when he saw his wife. You were sitting on your knees on top of a cushioned stool in the cutest hearts slip dress, nothing showing due to cover up the agency provided but still looking heavenly.

“It’s the new Valentine’s Day set! Do you like it?”

You squealed in excitement to see your husband. You noticed how red he was, trying to hold his composure. He never got to appreciate the lingerie you wore because either him or shoto always ripped it off you immediately.

He choked on his spit for a moment, forgetting to respond. He swallowed, hard and nodded

“You look perfect, obviously. You always do”

He tried to hide his flustered expression and the slight discomfort downstairs growing. He hushed a groan to himself, thoughts flooding his mind of previous encounters between you two or when it was you three. His thoughts were interrupted when a man in only boxers entered the set, making himself comfortable behind you. He squinted at the male and watched their next actions

“You ready, miss?? 3…. 2…. 1-“

the camera man start recording. It was an ad with music, made to be sexual for Valentine’s Day coming. You start with your head down, knees to your chest before getting yanked to look at the camera by your hair, mouthing a few words from god knows what song before being made to look upwards, exposing the makeup hickies plastered on your neck

The action alone made katsuki grip his sleeve so tight his knuckles turned white. His hands heated, smoke seeming to be admitting from them. He had to calm himself with a deep inhale through the nose with a following exhale out his mouth. He did love how you looked though. Staring at every perfect curve tucked into the very See-through cloth.

He noticed your frown of disapproval. You sighed and sat up straight. You did the stunt over once more before shaking your head at the end. No one had noticed shoto slipping into the room and walking to stand next to Katsuki. He froze, the same reaction Katsuki first had. His face flushed red, the same bakugo did.

“It’s not. Working. I don’t like it. Jess, what do you think?”

The director came over to you to discuss some changes. Shoto glanced to Katsuki who was burning his gaze into the male fixated behind you. Shoto followed his line of sight. His eyes fixed on the random dudes hands which were gently grazing his lover’s clothing, starting to lift it.

Katsuki cleared his throat, getting the mans attention. He let go of the fabric with a roll of his eyes.

Suddenly you looked to your husbands. First Katsuki. Then shoto. Then Katsuki again. Then shoto again. They both shivered in sync at the smirk spreading across your face.

“Rob. Or whatever your name is. Go away. You ruined it. I have a better idea”

The unnamed male cocked an eyebrow upwards, being lightly shoved to the side by you. People noticed but never commented How your confidence while at work went through. The. Roof. You were THE boss and absolutely loved it. You’d even boss around shoto and Katsuki when they were in the vicinity which they didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you serious. I ruined it?” He snapped to you.

“Yes. Now go or you’re fired”

you waved him away.

“Suki. Can you come here please”

you cheerfully giggled. He couldn’t help but snort at your remark to him as he strutted over to his lover’s side, prideful. He was still in his hero uniform which made his confidence sky rocket and ego even bigger ‘Snarky bitch’ was all he could think.

A low chuckle erupted from ‘rob or whatever’, more a scoff than anything. He rolled his eyes once more, turning to leave but not before he mumbled “slut” at her to himself. Or at least he thought to himself.

Without missing a beat, she extended her arm as bolts of electricity formed a rope around the males next. She tugged him back. He stumbled until facing her, he froze in place.

“Do you repeat that for everyone else to hear this time?”

The studio went. Silent. Katsuki was confused and shoto took a step forward in concern.

His step forward caught your eye as you smiled

“Sho, can you be a dear and come here too, please?” She motioned him over and he was already by her side by the time she put her hand down.

“Now. Do you wanna repeat that for my husbands to hear”

she emphasized the ‘S’ in husbands. The guy’s face went pale.

“No, ma’am” he choked out.

She scoffed, looking down to his bulge. She let him go and wore a disgusted look.

“Gross.” Was all she muttered and turned away. He fled the scene with his tail between his legs.

“You really shouldn’t be using your quirk you know. The doctors said you need to refrain while you recover”

Shoto reminded you

“I’m fine, love”

You turned to your favorite people in the world, basically bouncing in your seat from excitement to see them.

“Okay okay! Mmh. Sho. You move here.. and Suki.. you move- ah! Here. And..”

she trailed off, putting the men in different positions for the video. The final result was shoto holding your hands pinned behind your back and his free hand grasping your neck gently. Katsuki had his hand in your hair, when your face was lifted to look at him, he would grab your chin with his unoccupied hand. The way you looked at them both, eyes full of lust, they were about to burst. With the camera man yelling ‘Cut’ the boys hesitated before releasing you

A squeal off in the distance caught all 3 of your guy’s attention. Jess was ecstatic

“THATS IT!!”

She screeched. She was basically jumping up and down. She was holding a pink robe so you could wrap yourself in it, which you did happily after hopping to your feet.

“I get to keep this right?”

You asked, super exited, that big contagious smile never leaving your face.

Jess nodded and handed you a little pink bag. “And the bondage set as a little surprise” she giggled with you

Tododorki and Katsuki froze again

“B-?” Katsuki started but couldn’t get the rest out

“Bondage?… set?” Shoto finished his sentence with a gulp.

You turned to them and nodded, surpassing a giggle

“mhm!! I can’t wait for you to see! It’s so cute! I have to get dressed now then we can go out! I’ll meet you guys downstairs!”

You waved them off, practically racing to your room. You were just so excited for your date with your handsome husbands! You loved walking around with them and showing off. You slipped into your personal changing room to get dressed in more decent attire.

Your dressing room was also attached to todoroki and bakugo’s dressing room. It was more of a guest room but they help out so much that the agency gave them their own room. The agency made sure not to have them share a room with you for obvious reasons ..

Your let your hair down from its half up, half down style and mumbled a moan of satisfaction from the release, scratching your head you smiled. You cocked an eyebrow up when you heard the door to your lover’s dressing room open and almost slam closed in a hurry. No one is supposed to be using that? Strange?

On the other side of the wall had shoto sitting in the couch, head leaned back at the back of the couch. His face was entirely hot. He could hear a very very faint ringing in his ears

“God dammit” he mumbled to himself.

The blonde was pacing back and forth in the room. He sighed.

“We are so weak. Pathetic excuses for men”

“Hey. It’s not entirely our fault. She did it on purpose and what were we supposed to do? Not look? Not get hard?”

Shoto responded with a calm voice that dared to sound desperate

Katsuki groaned aloud once more

“oh shut up! Don’t say it like that. You sound like a perv!”

He cracked at the half ‘n’ half man sprawled out in the couch

“We can’t go out like this! Especially in our hero costumes! People can very much notice!”

Katsuki panicked. Usually he didn’t care when he had a hickie or even talked about lewd subject but this was just embarrassing.

“We can just wait it out. Say we saw a villain or smth and had to leave for a sec.”

He huffed out, calming his voice.

“We cant wait it out! That’ll take forever! You aren’t exactly helping to calm me down”

shoto argued

“THEN STOP LOOKING AT ME YOU PERV! IF I TURN YOU ON THAT MUCH LOOK AWAY”

bakugo’s face was glowing red, it even crept down his neck.

That’s when it happened. The yelling confirmed your suspicion of the boys being in there and you opened the door. You slid in and closed it behind you. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit but your hair curled and twirled all over your curved chest and face.

“What do you think you guys are doing here?”

You giggled the most sadistic giggle they’d ever heard. You immediately noticed the two of them’s discomfort. You laughed out loud.

Katsuki growled in response “WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”

Shoto rolled his eyes at the loud introduction. He looked to you and almost whined when he saw how good you looked. He could feel his hard on twitch in his hero costume.

Katsuki didn’t skip a beat in approaching you and grabbing your waist harshly. He pulled you close, flushed again him. His pants were suffocating him and he was losing control.

“Now you’re gonna pay for this.” His voice immer you calmed and almost seemed to darken.

You pushed him off and smiled brightly

“Mmh. No. I don’t think I will. I have something else in mind.”

You pulled him to the couch. You pushed his chest to sit down on it, next to shoto. He looked up to you, confused.

“This is too priceless. Now. We don’t have enough time for anything. Our reservations are soon. Here’s what you’re going to do”

you stepped back, scanning the two. Your eyes flicked to shoto’s spread out legs and a lightbulb went off.

“Katsuki.” You turned to him. His name leaving your lips sent a chill up the blondes spine. He didn’t respond and you continued.

“Suck shoto off.” You demanded. They both winced at your words. Katsuki stood

“The fuck you think you’re talking to?” He looked over you. He probably weighed twice the amount you did due to his height and built body.

You held your ground with a smirk.

“You heard me. His is the most noticeable since your pants are baggy. We can go to dinner after and then-“

you were interrupted before you could finish your sentence

“NO WAY! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT!” Katsuki spit. He didn’t like expressing his feelings and something about expressing his feelings about todoroki made him melt like butter.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

You pulled out your birth control container with two pills taken out of the 3rd row, Wednesday not being taken yet.

“I haven’t taken my pill yet. I’m in ovulation. You do this and when we get home I’ll have your first kid”

you smiled at him. He wanted to wipe that smile off your face more than anything but also,

,he didn’t skip a fucking beat after you made that request. He turned to todoroki, walked over calmly and kneeled down in front of him.

Todoroki sat up quickly, smacking the hands that were undoing his belt. He didn’t think he could then more red. He’s never done anything with Katsuki before, well they’ve kissed and went on dates but never sexual yet. The two had talked about it but never were able to bring it up to you.

“Wait wait wait! What’s in it for me?!”

Shoto looked to you panicked. Katsuki almost looked offended. Shoto looked down to comfort him and kissed his forehead.

“Not that I don’t want it, love, but you really folded over that? I know we’ve talked about doing stuff but we never came to a conclusion. I mean do you even really like me in this relationship?-“

he was interrupted by Katsuki grabbing his shirt and pulling him down

“Finish that sentence and I’ll end you. Of course I do. You were my gay awakening, you idiot. God you’re so stupid. Just shut up and let me get this over with!”

He rolled his eyes and pushed shoto back to lean against the couch cushion.

You walked over to sit down next to shoto.

“You can have me or Katsuki all to yourself for a day. Or you can choose our next date! Whatever you want”

you reassured shoto as he nodded.

He was freed from the prison people call pants, his dick coming up to slap his clothed chest. It twitched at the cold air once being free.

Todoroki’s was slimmer than bakugo’s but what he lacked in girth made up in length. He was a lot longer than you’d ever seen. Bakugo wasn’t short but man was it big.

Katsuki hesitated, sighing in what seemed like fear. He gripped the base of shoto’s length in his hand, pulling it closer to him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips, taking shoto’s tip into his mouth.

Shoto had to bite back a moan, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched the blonde slowly sink down to try and catch all of him in his mouth. He wasn’t going to not take all of it like a weakling but his thoughts of that were interrupted by shoto hitting the back of his throat 2/3 of the way down. He gagged and immediately pulled off, shoto’s dick swinging back and making a pop noise when katsuki’s warmth was ripped away.

Katsuki had a coughing fit, covering his mouth to try not to gag again. His eyes burned into you

“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE ALL OF THAT?!”

He yelled, his palm opening and crackling slightly in frustration.

You tapped your finger on your thigh, your face scrunching into an annoyed expression.

“Yeah. It’s not as easy as I make it look huh.”

You lean over to shove katsuki’s mouth back onto shoto. His eyes widen and a suppressed protest vibrates shoto’s dick, causing him to muffle a moan.

“Hollow your cheeks, babe! Just like you taught me”

you exclaim sweetly. He couldn’t believe you. He did just that though, clenching his fists as he slightly gagged but breathed through his nose to push through.

Shoto was already falling apart. Katsuki looked up to make eye contact with shoto as he bobbed his head slightly. Shoto wanted to finish just from the sight. He reached over to your hand and gripped it harshly. He was embarrassed that he was already reaching his peak, giving you a warning squeeze.

“Shit.. Kat-“ he whined into the back of his free hand

You smirked to yourself. “Look how pretty you look, ‘suki!!”

Which earned a groan in response. He was unable to argue back.

“Didn’t think you could suck dick so well. I’m a little jealous. If only I had one”

you continued to tease him. He kept growling which made shoto’s twitching heard On vibrate. He was a quiet, sadly, moaning mess. His head threw back

“Y/N. Knock it off. If he keeps growling I’m gonna-“ he tried to whisper to you. Katsuki was unaware of his actions. Your heart fluttered when an idea arose.

“Oh, you hear that. Sho’s close. Let’s help him out, huh?” You teased, and with that you gripped your blonde husband’s head and pushed it all the way down which made shoto bottom out in his mouth.

Due to Katsuki’s growl in surprise vibrating shoto’s cock and him gagging violently, shoto couldn’t help it and painted katsuki’s throat with his warm white ropes. Katsuki pulled off of him and coughed harshly. He spit up most of the seed, it slipping down his chin.

“Y/N! What the fu-“ he started, loudly. You quickly smacked his mouth to stop him from talking, or rather spilling more. You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Good job. One more thing though!”

You put up one finger to make him wait. You glared down at him, that same sadistic smirk spreading across your face.

“Swallow.”

You took your hand away to watch.

Both the male’s eyes widened. Katsuki was absolutely going to protest. He opened his mouth to do so but you were quicker. You shoved your fingers into his mouth and forced a swallow from him.

Shoto could’ve came again just from that action alone. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, coming down from his high.

You smiled brightly which soon faded when Katsuki bit your hand. You retracted your fingers and let out a very loud whine

“OW! Suki!” You whined and held your hand. He leaned up and kissed you harshly. He was pissed. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you take the rest of shoto’s seed from his tongue. You hummed softly at the action and he pulled away.

Shoto held your hand and kissed the red dotted lines across your knuckles, after concealing himself in his pants of course.

Katsuki was still pink in the cheeks. His breathe hitched. His hard on was defiantly noticeable now. No way could you go out to dinner.

“Fuck reservations. We are going home. Now.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch before doing the same to shoto. He held your wrist tight and marched out.

“Kat! Im not dressed.” You protested.

Without looking he grabbed a random persons coat and threw it at you.

“I told you. We are going home. Now.”

#bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #bnha x reader #todobaku #todobaku x reader #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #smut #polyamarous #my hero acedamia #mha x reader #boko no hero academia

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2toplibrary · 4 months

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Soulmates are for idiots (Guess that makes me an idiot then) by haoboutno89

(E, 15k, 1/2)

Katsuki is the first one to get his soul mark from their class, which should bring a smug grin to his face, but all it does is gnaw at his insides even more.

He already knows his classmates are gonna go around telling everyone whose name they have on them as soon as they get ‘em, and while he would have been willing to tell someone like Eijirou or even Izuku if he pressed enough and his soulmate’s name wasn’t someone they already knew, he’s not so sure about it now.

Not when 'Shouto Todoroki' practically bores holes into his face the more he stares at the name.

-or, soulmates Katsuki and Shouto falling in love without knowing they're each other's soulmate

Soulmates fics

#new arrivals #fic #todobaku #bakutodo #au: soulmates #soulmates #getting together #first kiss #friends to lover #smut with feelings

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icyhotness · 1 year

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Twerkulator

Words: 10k (read here or on ao3)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content

Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: Consensual Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Pining Todoroki Shouto, Top Todoroki Shouto, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Gratuitous Smut, Crack, Attempt at Humor, Shinsou Hitoshi is in the Bakusquad, Groping, Spanking, Todoroki is an Ass man, ass eating, Eventual Smut, Developing Relationship, Class 1-A Friendship (My Hero Academia)

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki is a natural genius. He's good at practically anything he tries, right off the bat.

So when Ashido asks him if he can twerk it's very natural for him to be good at it right away. It's just that no one expected how good.

Todoroki feels a type of way about it.

or: Todoroki watches Bakugou twerk and has a spiritual awakening.

Bakugou Katsuki is a natural genius in many ways.

For most things, he’s good at them as soon as he attempts them. For others, though, it takes a bit of practice. But truly, only a bit. After only a couple attempts—or a few minutes to practice/study—he’s back to being the talented genius that he is.

Everyone knows this.

And if they, somehow, don’t know this then he’s very sure to tell them.

But after a full year with him, his class 2-A peers know this fact very well.

So when class 2-A throws a small kickback for themselves in their dorm’s common room, it is to no one’s surprise that Bakugou manages to whoop their asses at beer pong. It is to no one’s surprise when he somehow manages to slaughter them all at King’s Cup, either.

And as Kaminari begrudgingly and hesitantly downs the cup, begging others to pray for both his stomach and liver, they all watch as Bakugou gloats.

He’s good.

He knows he’s good.

They know he’s good.

“Bakugou,”Ashido says, calling out to him. “D’you know how to twerk?”

It’s a simple, yet stupid question. The pink haired, dark eyed girl is two steps away from being completely drunk and with Jirou on aux, she’s been doing almost nothing but dancing all night. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead but she’s smiling.

“Why the fuck would I care about that shit?”

Ashido smirks, “So that means you can’t?”

If the students of class 2-A have learned anything, it’s to never challenge Bakugou. Especially not when alcohol has been involved. He gets even more competitive when it’s added to the equation.

Yet Ashido ignores their unspoken rule, goading the blond haired boy.

“What’s twerking?”Todoroki asks, leaning over to Midoriya.

“It’s...uh…”

How is he supposed to explain twerking? Especially to Todoroki, who had only experienced his first ever “girl/boy” party during their first year.

“Shaking ass.”Is Shinsou’s very blunt, very honest reply.

“Why would you want to shake your ass?”

Midoriya sends a small glare to Shinsou, damning the taller boy for opening his mouth. Yet Shinsou just smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s because it’s hot.”Answers Kaminari, who has surprisingly survived his horrific battle with the King’s Cup.

“And fun.”Ochako adds, “Well...if you’re good at it. Mina has been teaching me.”

The small group watches on as Ashido and Bakugou go back and forth, the blond getting more and more spirited as Ashido goads him. Her intentions are clear but what’s even more clear is that it’s working.

“Fucking fine!”He yells, “I’ll fucking show you.”

“Wait!”Yaoyorozu exclaims, halting the show. Everyone presumes that she’s interjecting to calm things down but instead she sits down on a couch right in front of them. “Ashido, do you mind showing us how it’s done first? I’d like to take notes.”

“Gladly.”Replies the pink haired girl, smirking teasingly at Bakugou.

He flips her off but she just laughs.

And then, because she’s the master of the aux, Jirou switches the music. From upbeat R&B to something with a trap beat and booming 808s. This particular music isn’t something that Todoroki would listen to himself, but he can appreciate it enough to enjoy what’s going on in front of him.

“Well, you can put your hands on your knees and do it like this.”Ashido says to Yaoyorozu, putting her hands on her knees as she says so.

And...well, Todoroki can kind of see the appeal.

Ashido has always been a well built, rather curvaceous individual so when she begins to “twerk” he kind of realizes what Kaminari meant by it being “hot”.

“Or,”She says and then her grin gets wider. “You can free hand it, which is what I like to do since having my hands on my knees gets old.”

And that, too, she gives a visual example for.

Truthfully, it looks both incredibly easy and unnecessarily difficult to Todoroki. Perhaps that is what Ochako means by it being fun so long as you’re good at it. Because Todoroki feels almost certain that he would not enjoy doing it, but watching it is objectively fun. Entertaining.

And then Ashido stops, turns to Bakugou, and folds her arms over her chest. “Your turn.”

Bakugou once again flips her off.

“Hands on your knees is fucking easy.”He says and

Oh.

No.

Perhaps this is what Kaminari means about it being hot.

Todoroki would consider himself friends with Bakugou at this point. They’ve gone through quite a bit together and have learned quite a bit about each other as well. They’re not best friends though, not in the same way the blond is with Kirishima, or Todoroki is with Midoriya. Still, he feels comfortable calling the other a friend.

And yet, for all that he was sure he knew about Bakugou, Todoroki never realized how...how nice his butt was.

How plump. Perky. Round.

And as he “twerks” his ass moves. Bounces. Like it has a mind of its own. A very seductive mind of its own.

“No hands is a fucking cakewalk too.”He says and for a very brief moment, Todoroki’s life flashes before his eyes. It skips past all the awful, horrific moments and instead every moment that races through his mind is of Bakugou and his backside.

His nice, nice backside.

A sudden, somewhat dull sounding clap sound brings Todoroki back to his senses and he realizes that everyone is looking at Bakugou with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

“W-Wait,”Kirishima says, shaking his head. “Do that again.”

And as Bakugou shakes his ass, that dull sounding clap sound comes back.

“What is that?”Todoroki finds himself asking, nudging Shinsou since the student had been so kind as to explain “twerking” to him earlier.

“That, my dear friend, is the sound of Bakugou’s ass clapping.”

Oh.

“Is that not...is that not normal?”

The way Ashido screeches, begging him to show her how he does it is answer enough. The surprised looks on his classmates' faces leave no room for doubt though.

Todoroki watches in rapt attention as Bakugou tries to show Ashido how to make her ass clap too. His eyes are solely trained on Bakugou—or, rather, his eyes are solely trained on Bakugou’s ass.

It’s hypnotic and mesmerizing.

He wants to touch it.

Todoroki startles a bit, though he thankfully doesn’t draw any attention to himself.

It’s just...well, he’s never thought of Bakugou in a sexual way. Not that the blond isn’t handsome or incredibly fit. Nor is it that his lips don’t look soft enough or his hands aren’t pretty enough or—okay. Maybe he has thought of Bakugou in a sexual way.

But those thoughts are reserved for the late hours of the night when the dorm has gone silent and everyone’s tucked into bed. When there’s extra privacy under the cover of darkness.

Yet the urge to go up behind Bakugou and grab his ass, touching it however he sees fit, hits him rather intensely.

Todoroki quietly excuses himself to the bathroom, his pants feeling much tighter than they did earlier on in the evening.

***

Todoroki is a good student.

He ranks within the top 5 in all aspects, from academic to athletic.

Yet he can’t, for the life of him, focus.

Ectoplasm is going over a formula but which formula is completely beyond Todoroki. He has no clue. He’s not even paying attention.

Not when he’s too busy staring at Bakugou’s ass.

Ever since the night of their kickback, when the blond had once again proven that he has a natural gift for nearly everything he tries, Todoroki’s eyes have been focused low. Below the neck but above the knee and straight at the two round, plump cheeks.

He wants to touch them.

He wants to slap them—feel them jiggle under his hand as he leaves his handprints on them.

His view of Bakugou’s ass isn’t the best from his seat though. For one, they’re all sitting down. But secondly, Midoriya is in the way and while he appreciates their friendship greatly, he’s willing to make some sacrifices if that means getting a good view of Bakugou’s plump rear end.

The bell rings then, letting them know that it’s time for lunch and Todoroki feels his heart soar.

He stays seated, slowly packing up his things. The whole time his eyes are trained on the unassuming, oblivious blond, who stands from his desk.

Bakugou tends to wear his uniform baggy and at first Todoroki assumed it was wholly and entirely a stylistic choice. Now though, he wonders if it’s because if he were to get them in his actual size—and to wear them regularly—would they even fit properly?

With an ass that big, surely the pants will become too tight.

Finally, after Bakugou has walked out of the room with his friends, Todoroki completely puts his things away and joins his own friends.

“Are you still thinking about it?”Ochako asks, leaning in and whispering.

The class held the kickback on the same weekend that Iida went home to visit his family. They always plan their parties involving alcohol around his going home schedule because while Iida is indeed a very reliable and worthy class president, he’s a stickler for the rules.

And the law states that they are not allowed to drink alcohol until they’re of age. The school code of conduct, in turn, states that they’re not allowed to have alcohol on the premises.

If he were to ever catch wind of their shenanigans, they’d all be out of luck.

So Ochako whispers the question and Todoroki tries to not feel cornered and caught red handed. “Thinking about what?”He asks nonchalantly.

“Oh ya know…Bakugou and his ass clapping?”

And before Todoroki can rebuke the question—assuring with the resolute lie that he is not, in fact, still thinking about Bakugou’s glorious ass nor the way he’s able to make his cheeks clap—the brunette is giggling to herself.

“Because I am,”She replies. “It would be nice if he could teach me, but I think he’d just try to explode my face off.”

Which is a fair assumption to make. Bakugou is rather grumpy and easily provoked, though he has certainly calmed down from how he used to be. He’s still unlikely to graciously extend an invitation for “twerk” lessons though, and Todoroki has a hard time imagining him accepting Ochako’s request.

“Maybe he won’t, though.”He replies and seconds after doing so he realizes that he has not, at all, said so with the intention of giving her good advice. Rather, part of him would like to see if Bakugou would do it again. If he’d “twerk” again, so Todoroki can see the magnificent sight for a second time.

“Do you really think so?”She asks cynically, her brows furrowing as her forehead creases.

Yes and no.

There’s a 90/10 chance that it will happen, with the vast majority of the chances going toward the brunette getting yelled at, in the least.

“Yes. Bakugou is a lot nicer than he’s given credit for.”

It’s the truth. Bakugou is a lot nicer than he’s given credit for. Todoroki knows because he’s seen it for himself countless times. He’ll tutor Kaminari and the other will give him snacks as thanks. He gives his friends study tips, too. How, when Ochako had a bad training battle, he went over her battle notes with her so she could find where she went wrong. How he has not only been able to be on better standing with Midoriya, but he will even duel with him so he can get a better handle on his quirk.

Bakugou will frequently give Iida advice on how to better his leadership skills regarding his class representative role. He gives great quirk advice to Shinsou and tips to Yaoyorozu to better her costume.

And when he has a rougher than usual weekend visit home, Bakugou makes Todoroki cold soba. Or if he’s particularly down, he’ll visit his dorm room and lay by his side while they sleep. He’s good at reading him too—knowing what Todoroki is thinking without him even saying anything.

So yes, Todoroki thinks Bakugou is incredibly nice.

Ochako looks at him incredulously. It’s the look she normally gives him when she can’t believe what he’s just said.

He doesn’t know why she doesn’t believe him. It’s not like he said it in a joking manner. But he doesn’t bother to push the topic further. Instead he goes through the rest of the lunch line, gratefully taking what seems most appetizing.

And when he sits down, Todoroki is immediately zoning out on his friends’ conversation in favor of watching Bakugou. It’s become his favorite pastime.

No, he can’t see his ass from here. Not at all. It’s a pity, but the dual hair colored boy frets nary a second because—well….because now that he gets a really good look at him, Bakugou is actually quite attractive, isn’t he?

Even from his seat, far away from Bakugou’s usual lunch table with his friends, Todoroki can see his broad shoulders. And if he lifts himself from his seat he can get a glimpse of his slim waist. His ashy blond hair is in its usual spiked style, but Todoroki wonders if it’s soft. And if it is soft, how soft?

That question takes up residence in his mind for the rest of their lunch break.

***

Heroics training is one of Todoroki’s favorite parts of school, if he were being honest.

He likes being active. He likes a challenge. And more than anything, he truly likes the rush he gets as he comes up with new moves and gains more mastery over his quirk. It’s exhilarating. Getting stronger—becoming better at his quirk—is exciting for him. But it’s all because it all means that he’ll be a better hero. Better equipped to rescue, save, and protect.

So yeah, he really likes heroics training.

What has now become a problem, though, is the locker room.

The boy’s locker room has always been a rough and rowdy place. The “wild, wild west” as Ashido calls it. Now, Todoroki doesn’t quite understand what the West has to do with the locker room, but he agrees with the wild part.

Once, while he was waiting for Yaoyorozu so that they could go to the library together, Todoroki got to peek into the empty girl’s locker room and found himself incredibly impressed.

Structurally, it’s the same as the boy’s locker room. Same paint. Same benches. Same in that sense, but it was...cleaner. It smelled nicer. Strange, vulgar, and confusing doodles are drawn and etched into the lockers of the boy’s locker room. Quite a few of the lockers have fist shaped dents in them (courtesy of Bakugou). There’s always random puddles of water to evade and someone (all signs point to Denki) have yet to claim a pair of underwear that’s been there for at least half a year. Worse yet, there’s a mysterious yet foul odor that wafts through the locker room if there’s too much steam from the hot showers.

Besides that, there’s a broken sink that has literally been shattered and another that just doesn’t work. Toilet paper and paper towels also, oddly enough, do not last long in the boy’s locker room.

So yes, very wild indeed.

But no, that is not why the locker room has become a problem for Todoroki.

It has become a problem because he now finds it incredibly hard to keep his eyes at a proper level. Specifically though, when Bakugou is around.

He desperately doesn’t want to overstep and cross any boundaries, but his eyes just gravitate toward the other boy’s body.

So, as another day winds down, the boys of 2-A crowd into their locker room, getting ready to shower and change back into their uniforms.

Todoroki keeps himself close to his locker with his head down and his eyes straight ahead, focused on the contents of his locker. He doesn’t have much in it, but it’s enough to not draw attention from anyone.

“Hands off Dunce Face!”He hears Bakugou yell.

And that causes Todoroki to turn around.

Kaminari has his arm slung around Bakugou’s shoulders, grinning at the blond widely. “But Kaachan~,”He says, seemingly enjoying the angry look he’s getting. “You did so well today. Even Aizawa sensei said so, why won’t you accept my praise.”

“Don’t make me explode your fucking face off.”

Yet Todoroki sees the way the tops of his ears turn pink.

Ah...so Bakugou does, in fact, like praise. Interesting.

No one else seems to notice the transition his ears have gone through, too busy changing or joining in to praise him.

Todoroki watches on, doing his best to not look too invested lest he get drawn into the conversation by the teasing Kaminari or the well meaning Kirishima.

“With the way you’re advancing, I’m really interested to see what you’d look like as a Pro.”Sero says, throwing his sweat stained training top into his locker. His comment, though coming across as a bit snide due to his tone, is incredibly genuine and Bakugou seems to hear that genuineness because his ears wane from pink to red.

“Of course you are,”He says despite himself. “I’ll be number one!”

“Good job!”

Todoroki blinks blankly and all of his efforts to keep his eyes above Bakugou’s waist are ruined.

Shinsou just slapped Bakugou on the ass.

Now, it’s not entirely uncommon. Ass slapping, as Iida and Midoriya have explained, is a platonic phenomena practiced between individuals as a means for expressing enthusiasm. In some ways it’s also used as a motivator, but Todoroki isn’t quite sure how motivation is transferred through a slap to the ass.

He has never partaken in the practice, finding it more practical to either verbally express his enthusiasm or attempts to motivate or to just simply give a high five. He once hugged Asui, too.

But Shinsou slapped Bakugou on the ass.

And when the blond turns around, ready to rage at the blue haired boy, Todoroki’s eyes drift down to his ass. His fat, juicy ass. It’s round, perky and sits nicely in his briefs.

Offhandedly, Todoroki wonders if it jiggled under Shinsou’s hand. Wonders how soft it is and how the blond would react if he did the same.

Ah...but they’re not on that level of friendship yet.

Todoroki checks Bakugou out. He’s been trying so hard to not to but finds his wherewithal completely gone at this point. So his eyes drag down to his thick, muscular thighs before back up to his ass where they settle for some time. Then, slowly, he drags his gaze up Bakugou’s body. From his slim waist to his glorious back muscles, his broad back making the dual haired boy feel some type of way.

And then, Bakugou turns around.

Todoroki does not look below the waist and he’s proud of himself for that. But he can’t stop the way his eyes trail along Bakugou’s stomach.

His abs are glistening with sweat and for a brief moment, Todoroki feels the urge to lick him.

What would he taste like? What would it feel like?

His eyes raise to his chest and settle on his pecs and—hmm, did he always have such a big chest? Todoroki never noticed before but now he’s looking and he wonders when they became so...juicy as Kaminari would say. His “bakutiddies” as Ashido calls them, are enticing. But what catches his attention the most about them are how pink his nipples are. And how, as he wipes a towel along them to wipe the sweat, the perk.

With his attention so focused on Bakugou, Todoroki notices the way his breath hitches at the action.

Ahh, so his nipples are sensitive.

Interesting.

Yes, Bakugou is most definitely attractive. Incredibly so and the thoughts he had from lunch are finally and completely affirmed.

He knew he wasn’t wrong. His eyesight is incredibly good.

“Todoroki-kun?”

Midoriya’s voice finally draws him from his thoughts.

“Ah, sorry. Were you thinking about the training notes Aizawa sensei gave you?”

No. He absolutely wasn’t thinking about the training notes he had received from their teacher. But Todoroki is not as honest and blunt as everyone thinks. Well, everyone but Bakugou. He knows him quite well, actually.

“Yes.”He says, nodding through his lie. “I would like to work to improve my faults so that I can get better.”

Midoriya smiles softly and pats him on the shoulder. “You will, you’re an amazing hero in training. And if you’d like, I can go over my own notes with you too. We can strategize and come up with plans.”

“Sure. Sounds fine.”He answers as they walk to the showers, throwing one last glance Bakugou’s way as he does so.

***

The common room is a lot more packed than it usually is.

Classes were a lot more strenuous today than they usually are so the class gravitates toward one another, seeking comfort with each other’s presence.

Truthfully, it’s one of the reasons why they’re all so close.

Bakugou is cooking in the kitchen and Todoroki is sitting at the bar top, watching him. The blond is joined by Satou and Shinsou, who are actually being helpful, as well as Sero and Kaminari who are definitely not helping.

Not in the least bit. Still, it’s entertaining to watch the way Bakugou yells at them. He threatens their lives quite frequently, much to the chagrin of Iida, but Todoroki knows that he doesn’t mean it. He’s just worried about them since they’re goofing off with fire and knives so close behind.

The dual haired boy finds it...sweet. Yes, incredibly sweet.

“Is dinner close to being done yet?”

He turns his attention back to Midoriya.

“It sure does smell good in there.”Jirou says with a sigh, leaning against the bar top. “I just love it when Bakugou cooks.

“Same!”Exclaims Ashido cheerily. “Blasty is quite the chef.”

And Todoroki would have to agree.

“He doesn’t look half bad in that apron, either.”Adds the pink haired girl, smiling as she stares at Bakugou who is, once again, yelling at Sero and Kaminari.

The apron isn’t anything special. Not to Todoroki, at least. It’s just white with a bit of lace and some frills. Personally, he thinks his sister Fuyumi has a nicer apron. Hers has a cat on it that says Paws off my food.

“Kinda reminds me of a maid apron.”Comments Midoriya, wrinkling his nose as he says it.

Todoroki looks at the apron once again and tries to picture it on a maid costume. That, though, is a big mistake because he winds up imagining Bakugou in a maid costume. He’s seen some, thanks to a rather eventful boy’s sleepover during their last training camp, so he has a reference. And this reference...oh jeez.

As he looks at Bakugou, he can’t help but check him out. And from this angle, his perky ass is a lot more pronounced. With Bakugou standing with his right side facing them, Todoroki can see the way his ass stands out. From his strong, flat back to his perky, round ass.

And then the blond’s sweatpants and t shirt disappear, leaving Todoroki with a crisp, clear vision of the blond in a skimpy maid costume. Thigh highs included.

The frills of the skirt of the dress stop at the top of his thighs, just barely covering his butt. It’s a tight fitting dress, too, so his chest becomes more pronounced too. He looks pretty. Pretty, and, dare he think, delectable? Like he wouldn’t mind ravishing the blond for days on end.

“What do you think, Todoroki?”

He blinks.

“I’m sorry, what?”He asks, not knowing what they’re talking about.

Jirou snorts softly and rolls her eyes and Ochako just shakes her head, giggling to herself. Midoriya and Ashido try to fill him in on the conversation but it is entirely too uninteresting. Or, well, it certainly seems so in comparison to the image of Bakugou in a maid costume that has been seared into his mind.

***

After dinner is study time.

Todoroki does not know why that is, exactly.

With everyone full from their meals, it’s rather easy to fall asleep while trying to retain pertinent information. That’s why he prefers to study before dinner. That way he can go to bed immediately after if he so chooses.

But he doesn’t.

He almost never chooses to go to bed right after dinner.

Not when after dinner time is Bakugou time.

As the others lose steam, bidding yawned filled “goodnights” and slowly dragging their tired bodies to bed, Todoroki makes his way to Bakugou’s room.

He does so by taking the staircase since the incredibly tired students will most definitely opt for the elevator instead. It’s because these meetings with Bakugou are a secret. The blond made mention how he didn’t like having others in his business and Todoroki agreed. Their classmates are incredibly nosy.

Besides, if they find out that Todoroki is spending so much time with him, they’ll probably try to do the same. And he doesn’t want that. Todoroki likes his time with Bakugou and he doesn’t want to share it any more than he has to.

He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t need to. Not when he knows Bakugou has left it unlock. And so after checking to make sure no one is around, Todoroki slips inside. He locks the door behind him, doing so because their classmates aren’t good at knocking. They’ve had too many close calls and so they both decided to be more mindful about locking the door behind themselves.

But when he walks into the room he finds Bakugou already asleep, his face resting against his open textbook.

He knows that he’s already studied—opting to study before dinner like Todoroki. Still, sleeping like that will surely leave him with an aching neck once he wakes up.

Todoroki walks over, ready to wake the blond up and direct him to his perfectly comfortable bed.

But he stops.

Bakugou is…

Yes, Bakugou is attractive.

But as Todoroki leans in and fully inspects his face, he realizes that he’s beautiful. Truly, and honestly, beautiful.

His blond lashes are so long, and thick, brushing against the tops of his cheeks. His cheeks are a bit chubby still, and Todoroki will wager anything that they’re soft and squishy. He’s tempted to poke them, but the temptation disappears just as soon as it came when he looks at his lips.

Soft, pink, and pouty.

Kissable.

That’s what Camie would say. And Todoroki would absolutely agree with her.

He leans back a bit to take in the boy as a whole once again and comes to the same conclusion. Absolutely beautiful.

And then he reaches his hand out. He does it before he even knows what he’s doing. He knows he shouldn’t. But his hand is already in motion and it has a mind of its on, Todoroki is only along for the road.

His hand lands in Bakugou’s hair and he lets out a small, unintentional giggle.

Soft.

He was right.

His hair is soft, thick too. And as he combs his fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp with his dull nails, Bakugou lets out a small, contented moan and then leans into his touch.

Todoroki snatches his hand back and looks at it in disbelief.

His face is on fire and it’s feeling a little hard to breathe. He turns toward the door but just as he is about to leave he hears some talking outside, so he turns back toward Bakugou. But the blond seems to be rousing, if his wriggling is anything to go by.

So Todoroki goes with the second best option.

He goes out the window.

His room is directly above so he climbs up, hoisting himself up and thanks his past self for leaving his window open.

As soon as he drops onto his dorm room floor, Todoroki dives onto his futon and covers himself with his blanket. His heart is beating out of his chest and his hand feels hot despite not activating his quirk at all. His face feels equally as hot and he places his cold hand on his face, trying to cool himself off.

The effort is wasted when he feels like he’s melting the cooling effect rather than being cooled down.

Bakugou Katsuki is a lot of things, Todoroki knows this.

He’s gruff and grumpy and brash and blunt. He’s loud and hotheaded. But he’s also incredibly kind and understanding. Caring and sweet. He’s secretly incredibly softhearted, too.

Bakugou is incredibly good at academics and athletics. He has a great mastery of his quirk and is getting better at it every day. He’s determined and focused—chasing his goal of being the number one hero.

He’s loyal and trustworthy. It might seem hard to get close to him—to become friends with him or to even hold his respect—but once you’ve obtained them, he’ll do anything and every he can to take care of you. He’s protective and won’t let those close to him, by any means, talk down on themselves.

Bakugou Katsuki is a lot of things, Todoroki knows this.

But now he knows that he’s incredibly seductive. Sexy, even. Most times unintentionally so.

He’s also incredibly beautiful.

Todoroki is heralded as the most attractive guy in 2-A, and he never thought too much about that title. But now he thinks he’s unworthy. Wholly and totally unworthy. Because it belongs to Bakugou.

And then he’s hit by another surprising epiphany.

It keeps him awake all night.

***

A week and a half after Bakugou’s twerking reveal and Todoroki is feeling different.

He’s a new man.

Maybe.

“Move out the way IcyHot.”Bakugou says, shoving him aside as he sets the table with the food he’s just made.

Todoroki doesn’t take offense at all and instead just silently watches Iida scold Bakugou for his “rude” behavior.

The class sits around the large table—a gift from Yaoyorozu’s parents when they found out the class ate dinner together.

There’s enough space for everyone to sit comfortably, but when he sits down between Bakugou and Midoriya, he finds himself leaning more towards the blond haired boy than the green haired one.

No offense to Midoriya, of course.

No one notices though.

No one but Bakugou, but he doesn’t say anything. He never does. He just raises an eyebrow at Todoroki and continues with what he’s doing.

Hagakure gives a toast since it’s her day to do so, and once she’s done they all dig in to eat. Laughter carries across the room and utensils clink against tableware. Tokoyami accidentally spills a noodle dish on Ojirou, but the taller boy just offers him a friendly smile and assures him that everything’s fine.

“Eat like you’ve got some fucking sense!”Bakugou yells at Kirishima and Kaminari, who are engaging in a competition to see who can eat the most.

“Bakugou, language!”Iida yells back before turning to the battling duo. “But yes, please eat more responsibly. The food has been made carefully and it would be a shame to waste it.”

Todoroki hears the way Bakugou grumbles, annoyed with Iida for scolding him when they’ve said basically the same thing. He wants to point out that they didn’t, actually, say the same thing. But he recognizes that it’s a battle of semantics. He knows what Bakugou meant.

Kirishima and Kaminari quit with their challenge, much to the apparent and palpable relief of Kouda, who was catching strays since he’s sitting next to Kirishima.

“Pass the mapo tofu, please?”Asks Shinsou, and it’s then that Todoroki realizes that he’s been waiting for it for a while now. Tokoyami apologizes and passes it to him only to then engage in a conversation with him.

Dinners with class 2-A are always interesting.

Todoroki likes them a lot and it’s not for the first time that he's glad that they initiated them during their first year. As an older teen, nearing legal age, he has experienced a few nice dinners with his family. His sister, Fuyumi, is an excellent cook and his brother, Natsuo, is a great conversationalist but…

But there’s always a bit of tension. Always awkward pauses and too much silence, not enough words to fill them. There’s only so much Fuyumi and Natsuo can do when, the fact of the matter is, their family isn’t complete. Their mother is in the hospital and their father is always busy.

And not to mention Touya….

But here—here at U.A. in the class 2-A dorms Todoroki doesn’t have to face any of that. He doesn’t have to worry about true, uneasy tension. He doesn’t have to worry about awkward silences or feeling like there’s a piece missing.

Not when he’s surrounded by his classmates who have become dear friends and, for a few, like family to him.

“You’re not eating.”

It comes from Bakugou, but his voice is low like he doesn’t want to be heard by anyone else. And he probably doesn’t. He’s just like. When he shows his care and kindness—he’s quiet about it.

Todoroki’s eyes flicker to him before looking down at his plate. He only managed to get a small mound of rice on it before he started zoning out. When he looks up at the table he realizes that there isn’t much food left to take, and what’s left isn’t anything he’d really choose for himself.

“Fucking Candy Cane,”Bakugou mutters as he rolls his eyes. “So damn slow and stupid you’ll wind up eating plain rice for dinner.”

“I like rice.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a second and just looks at him. And then he’s shaking his head, “Fucking idiot.”

He wants to comment that, really, he doesn’t mind just eating plain rice, but then the blond turns around to join the conversation between Sero and Jirou. Todoroki is a bit surprised by the abrupt end to their conversation, but decides to leave it at that.

He goes back to observing his classmates and soaking up everything about this moment that makes him feel comfortable and content.

Movement out of the corner of his eye brings him out of focus once again, and that’s when he sees Bakugou nonchalantly puts a bit of food from his plate onto Todoroki’s. He occasionally adds more, but does it so quickly yet so unassumingly that Todoroki almost doesn’t fault the others for not noticing.

He’s about to say something—possibly tell Bakugou once again, that he was fine with just having rice—but then the blond shoots a look over his shoulder that stops him in tracks.

Instead, Todoroki goes back to observing his classmates and soaking up the moment as he slowly begins to eat his dinner with a small, almost imperceptible smile on his face.

***

After dinner is study time.

Todoroki does not know why that is, exactly but he doesn’t mind it. Not now, when he needs it most.

Because with everyone full from their meals, it’s rather easy to fall asleep while trying to retain pertinent information. That’s why he made sure to study before dinner. That way he can “go to bed” immediately after if he so chooses.

But he doesn’t…not normally.

Normally he almost never chooses to go to bed right after dinner. But tonight is different and though he’s broken from his norm, his friends don’t think much of it. Not when they’re nodding off and struggling to keep their eyes open.

But that’s good, because after dinner time is Bakugou time.

He’s careful to stick to the stairs, making sure to not be seen by any classmates who are making their ways to bed.

When he gets to Bakugou’s room he doesn’t knock. He doesn’t need to. Not when he knows Bakugou has left it unlocked. And so after checking to make sure no one is around, Todoroki slips inside. He locks the door behind him, doing so because their classmates aren’t good at knocking.

“Took you long enough, stupid fucking IcyHot.”

Todoroki doesn’t take offense. Instead he walks over to sit on the blond’s bed. He’s not really studying at this time, since he’s already done so, yet he’s a bit surprised when Bakugou turns his chair to look at him, giving him his undivided attention.

“You didn’t dry your hair well enough.”He says with a snort.

Todoroki reaches up to feel his bangs and realizes that he’s right—his hair is still a bit damp from his bath. His realization amuses Bakugou, who chuckles and then stands up. He walks over to his closet to retrieve his towel for him, but when he does that Todoroki gets a great view of his ass.

“You have a nice ass.”

Bakugou whips around to look at him and truthfully, even Todoroki has surprised himself. He didn’t mean to say that at all. He was only meant to think it.

“What the fuck did you just say, IcyHot?”Bakugou asks and he’s glaring at him but Todoroki can see that he’s not mad. More so curious than anything else.

“I—uh…said you have a nice ass?”It comes out like a question, unsure of if he should have repeated himself. Still, the hint of curiosity in his eyes don’t give off the exact impression he’ll toss an explosion Todoroki’s way.

In fact, Bakugou kind of smirks. “Well yeah, my ass is nice. I’m fucking hot, IcyHot. Can’t believe you’re just noticing.”

Truthfully, Todoroki can’t believe it either. Can’t believe it’s taken him so long to notice all of this.

“I like your ass.”He says, feeling emboldened by the response to his initial words. And also…well, maybe the atmosphere from dinner—the warm feelings it gave him—are giving him some kind of weird adrenaline rush. “I like it a lot. And I would like to touch it… And I like you. A lot. A whole lot.”

Bakugou’s smirk falls from his face and he stares at Todoroki with his mouth hanging open. He splutters and stutters, trying hard to respond. While he grasps for something to say, Bakugou’s ears grow incredibly red. And now, his face is too.

Cute.

“Where the fuck is this coming from?”The blond says, finally coming to his senses. “Are you joking right now?”

Todoroki shakes his head. “No, I’m serious.”

Bakugou looks at him incredulously, but he finally takes a small step forward towards him. He inches forward, coming closer and closer to Todoroki until he’s finally standing right in front of him. Reflexively, Todoroki wraps his arms around Bakugou’s waist. He’s very surprised when he doesn’t get a punch to the stomach or an explosion to the face.

And then he’s smiling a wide, smug grin. “It’s about goddamn time! I thought it wasn’t gonna be until long after our graduation that you got your head of your ass.”

Todoroki’s brows raise and he leans back to look at Bakugou. “Huh? You mean you knew that I liked you all this time? Even before I knew myself?”

Bakugou shrugs, but he’s still got that smug look on his face. “I’m not blind, HalfnHalf. I saw the way you looked at me.”

“But the others didn’t.”

“Well no duh, they’re all fucking idiots. Besides, I’m good at reading you.”

The way he says it is so...something. And when Todoroki looks closer, he sees that the smug expression is gone. Bakugou isn’t teasing him—he belatedly realizes—and he’s not being smug about this anymore. He actually seems relieved and...happy?

“You like me too.”

It comes out as a statement rather than a question because Todoroki is already sure of the answer. And if he wasn’t completely sure, the slight blush on Bakugou’s face is more than enough answer for him.

He pulls the blond closer and feels his heart begin to race with excitement.

“You do, right? You like me, too. You’ve liked me for a while. How long have you liked me?” The more questions he asks—the more he keeps talking—the redder Bakugou gets.

“Shut the fuck up.”He says and then tries to push away from the dual hair colored boy. But with the way he’s holding Bakugou’s waist, it causes the both of them to fall back.

With Bakugou on top of him.

“Does this make us boyfriends?”

“Like fuck it does!”Bakugou snaps, still blushing furiously. “You’ve gotta ask me out properly IcyHot, I’m not fucking cheap.”

Todoroki leans in and plants a short, chaste kiss to Bakugou’s lips. He finds that they’re just as soft as he thought they’d be.

“Bakugou, will you be my boyfriend?”

The blond is now blushing furiously, his eyes wide open in shock. His expression is cute. Really cute. So cute that Todoroki can’t help but to kiss him again.

“Bakugou?”

“I—fuck. Let me think. Okay?”

“You need to think about your answer?”

“No, you damned bastard. I just—I can’t...shut up.”

Bakugou initiates the kiss this time, leaning into Todoroki’s embrace.

Todoroki learns something new about Bakugou as they kiss.

Unlike his intense, aggressive fighting style the way he kisses is a lot more subdued. Shy and uncertain. His trepidation is endearing and that only causes Todoroki to hold him closer, his hands rubbing up and down Bakugou’s back.

And then they slip down to his ass.

He’s not at all slick with it, which causes Bakugou to chuckle into the kiss. But that’s okay, his laugh is sweet and sounds quite magical to Todoroki’s ears.

“You really have a thing for my ass, huh?”

“I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since the night of the kickback.”

“Ah, when I twerked?”

Todoroki nods his head. “You have an incredibly nice ass.” And he emphasizes his point by slipping his hands inside Bakugou’s sweats and giving his cheeks a soft, slight squeeze.

Truthfully, it’s everything that Todoroki hoped for. And more. Supple and incredibly soft. He bounces them in his hand, feeling them jiggle in his hand and it’s somehow the most erotic and fascinating thing Todoroki has experienced ever.

Bakugou’s small, soft moan is just icing on the cake.

“Bakugou...can I call you by your given name?”

Bakugou’s eyes flutter open and he blushes softly, his face becoming a much lighter pink than it had been only a few moments ago.

“We’re dating, aren’t we?”

“Are we? You never gave me a definitive—”

“Yes, we’re dating. We’re goddamn boyfriends. There! Are you happy now, IcyHot?”

Todoroki smiles at him and then pinches his ass, “Good,”He says as he whispers, leaning in to Bakugou’s ear. “Because I’d really like to keep you all for myself.”

His words cause Bakugou to stutter, but before he can tell Todoroki to shut the fuck up, the taller boy is kissing him again. He scoots them back too, so that they’re no longer dangling off of Bakugou’s bed. And then, much to the blond’s surprise, Todoroki pulls down his sweats completely.

“Who knew you were such a horndog.”He says, but his insult doesn’t have its usual bite to it. Todoroki squeezes his ass more harshly this time, causing him to suck in a sharp breath, which shuts him right up.

He turns them over so that he’s on top of Bakugou, and instead of going back to kissing him like the blond so clearly assumes, Todoroki climbs off of him.

“I would like to have sex with you right now.”Is what he says, staring directly into Bakugou’s eyes.

He stares right back at Todoroki, and then his eyes widen. He averts his gaze as well. “Well no fucking shit, you weren’t gonna get me all worked up like this for nothing. Were you?”

Todoroki looks him over and licks his lips, his cock twitching inside his own sweats. “No...not at all.” And then he sits back on his knees. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“I—who the fuck do you think you’re bossing around?”He asks, glaring at Todoroki. And it’s the first time all evening that any one of his glares look anywhere near intimidating. Too bad Todoroki knows that he’s more turned on than annoyed.

“Katsuki,”He says, and the moment he says his name, Bakugou’s eyes widen and he freezes. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Todoroki kind of expects him to put up more of a fight. He kind of expects a bit more push back, mostly because this is Bakugou Katsuki, when is he not challenging someone or purposely making simple commands more difficult?

But instead he turns over and gets on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air and his face pressed into his pillows.

Knowing that the other is rather obedient in bed is incredibly nice to learn and Todoroki quickly stores the information away for another time. He then focuses on Bakugou and rubs his hands along his briefs. The material is soft yet thin so he doesn’t second guess himself when he rips a whole in them.

“H-Hey,”Bakugou complains, turning his head to the side. But then Todoroki is dragging his tongue along the underside of Bakugou’s cock, flicking it just slightly as he passes his balls. Whatever complaints he had die on his tongue as he shoves his face back into the pillows and lets out a whiny moan.

His legs tremble, but Todoroki can see that he’s so painfully hard, his cock leaking precum onto his bedding.

Todoroki spits on his hole, chuckling when Bakugou flinches and his hole clenches around nothing. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, sorry for being so hasty. I’ll buy you some new underwear.”

“I—“Bakugou whimpers, choking on words. He cries out, his sounds muffled by the pillows when Todoroki licks a stripe up his exposed hole. His wet, hot tongue snakes in and out of his hole, causing Bakugou’s legs to shake. “Fuck. Please.”

Todoroki doesn’t know exactly what he’s pleading for. To cum? To be fucked with his tongue? To be fucked with his cock? He wagers that Bakugou doesn’t know what he’s pleading for either, his mind too muddled for him to be thinking properly.

Still, the fact that he can get Bakugou in such a state invigorates him.

Bakugou is barely keeping his form, barely holding himself up at this point and it’s obvious that his muscles are growing stiff.

The way he cries into the pillows, using them to quiet himself down as he grips the bedding beneath him. He starts to rock his hips back into Todoroki’s face, trying desperately to reach his own release. Todoroki trails his lips away from his starving hole.

“F-Fuck,”Bakugou mumbles, his voice sounding a lot more raw after all of his moaning and whining. He’s panting a bit too, trying hard to catch his breath as he turns his head to look back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Todoroki doesn’t reply to that. Instead his gaze flickers toward Bakugou’s nightstand. “Do you have lube, Katsuki?”

The question catches Bakugou off guard but he mumbles an affirmative and points to his nightstand. Todoroki reaches toward it and it is his turn to be surprised when he finds strawberry flavored lube inside.

Cute.

“Don’t fucking say anything.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Sure you weren’t IcyHot. Sure.”

Shouto uncaps the lube and spreads a generous amount on his fingers before he’s trailing them along Bakugou’s needy hole. “Kinda wish you wouldn’t muffle yourself, I really wanna hear all of your pretty moans.”He says.

The blond lets out a rather loud mewl, pressing his against the teasing fingers. Just as he begins to grow impatient, Todoroki is slipping a lube slick finger inside of him. It causes him to moan louder which is, truly, music to the taller boy’s ears.

He could probably listen to Bakugou moan for the rest of his life.

His whimpers come out soft and his breath stutters, the blond finding it difficult to keep up as Todoroki slowly finger fucks him.

“You know, Katsuki. You’re not as tight as I thought you would be. Don’t tell me you were fingering yourself before I came in…” He doesn’t get a response right away, Bakugou clearly embarrassed. But he’d like his thoughts to be affirmed, so he slips in a second finger and thrusts them both in deeply. “Answer me, Katsuki.”

“Y-Yes. I did. Always do before you come into my room.”

The response sates him, but that doesn’t stop Todoroki from slapping him on the ass and—oh. Now he understands what Midoriya and Iida mean about slaps to the ass expressing enthusiasm. He even feels a bit more motivated, too.

He can also see why Bakugou’s friends slap his ass so much in the locker room.

But rather than yelling at him like he does to his friends, Bakugou lets out another loud moan. Todoroki can even see the goosebumps on his skin.

“You like getting your ass slapped, Katsuki?”

He emphasizes the question by slapping him on the ass, scissoring his fingers inside of his tight hole as he does so. It causes Bakugou to moan once again, not able to respond with actual words. His moans grow even louder, though, when Todoroki brushes along his sweet spot.

“You do, I can tell.”He says, answering his own question.

Todoroki slaps him on the ass again just as he slides in a third finger, filling the blond up and causing him to arch his back even deeper. He mewls pathetically and when Todoroki rams his finger into his prostate, he scream. He actually screams. It’s a scream brought on entirely by passion and it ejects rather abruptly from his throat.

“Beautiful.”Todoroki mutters, as he continues spanking him. His hand prints are beginning to show up on his soft, blemish free skin. They’re red and rather large, but they make his chest swell with pride. He’s always wanted to do this.

“Todoroki please,”He begs, his voice coming out just as uneven as his breath. It’s then that he realizes that Bakugou has tears blurring his vision.

He slows his fingers down and Bakugou’s eyes widen, “No. No. Don’t you dare fucking stop now.”

“But you’re crying—”

“Shut up. I am not.”

He tries to wipe his eyes of the tears but more replace the ones he’s removed. It is unlike him to give up so quickly, but Bakugou lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s….it’s because it feels good. So don’t worry.”He says, his voice coming out low.

But he still hears him.

Todoroki pulls his fingers out slowly, scraping them against his prostate and chuckling at Bakugou when a moan escapes his throat. He scoots back a bit, admiring the way Bakugou’s stretched hole shines from lube and spit.

He then has Bakugou stay like that for a while, with his face down and his ass up. Admiring him and humiliating him all in one.

Bakugou’s face burns bright with a blush and more tears pool in his eyes the longer he’s left to be on display like this. Yet he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t snap at Todoroki to hurry up. In fact, he just stays there obediently, shivers visibly running along his back while his legs continue to tremble.

Todoroki pulls his own sweatpants and underwear down and wipes the residual lube on his cock as he pumps it slowly. He can’t help the way he smirks, once again pleased with himself for having Bakugou in such a state.

“So pretty, Katsuki.”Todoroki tells him. And then he angles his cock and slowly directs his cock into his greedy, greedy hole.

Bakugou keens, his mouth beginning to drool as he shoves his fingers inside. It’s clearly an attempt to keep himself quiet, but it’s a feeble attempt because the moment Todoroki bottoms out he lets out a loud whine. It’s clear that he’s embarrassed by the sounds he’s making, but Todoroki finds them cute. And arousing.

Todoroki’s hands spread Bakugou’s cheeks, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside of the blond as he slowly fucks in and out of him. It’s quite a mesmerizing sight, but the handprints on his ass make it all the better

“Wish you could look at yourself. You look so beautiful.”

Drool covered fingers fall from his mouth as Bakugou’s shuts his eyes. He’s swept up in so many emotions. Todoroki feels so good inside of him and his legs already feel like jelly but it’s clear that he’s having an even harder time keeping himself from collapsing into his bed.

Todoroki speeds up his pace, thrusting his cock in deep inside of him and drawing out moans from his boyfriend. He grows a bit hesitant, though, when Bakugou’s eyes are squeezed shut tightly now.

“Katsuki,”Todoroki mutters into his ear, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Are you okay? We can stop if you’d like.”

Bakugou lets out a shuddering breath. “I swear to fuck, if you try to stop one more goddamn time I will kill you.”

Todoroki’s hands rub against his sides before snaking toward his front and grazing against his straining cock. “Okay, I hear you.”

Bakugou’s eyes open slowly and a choked gasp leaves his throat as Todoroki slams into him now, heeding his warnings about being too hesitant with him. Besides, he’s feeling just as impatient as Bakugou is.

As he fucks Bakugou, Todoroki can’t help but notice the way his plump ass jiggles with every thrust. It entices him to thrust even harder, wanting to see it move more. Doing so causes Bakugou to wail, gripping the bedding beneath him and ripping it a bit.

He can’t stop himself from bringing both hands down to his ass, activating his quirk so that his left hand grows warm while the right grows cold. As they make contact with Bakugou’s plump ass, the blond cries out once again.

“Shit.”He says, slurring a bit. He says something else but it comes out even more slurred and completely unintelligible.

“C’mon Katsuki,”Todoroki says through gritted teeth. “I know you can do better than that. Tell me what you need.”

Bakugou presses his lips together and shuts his eyes, trying hard to regain his focus. But it’s hard and Todoroki knows that. He just gets a kick out of messing with him. Still, he continues spanking the boy, landing fiery and icy slaps to the boy’s behind.

What Bakugou isn’t able to put into words, he is able to put into action which, honestly, is quite like him. Still, it catches Todoroki a bit off guard when the blond starts meeting his thrusts as he works his hips.

It catches him really off guard.

It’s like—it’s like Bakugou is twerking on his dick.

Pleasantly surprised, Todoroki slaps him harder on the ass and thrusts in even harsher. They gain speed, together setting a brutal pace that has Bakugou’s mouth hanging open and wanton moans leaking from his mouth.

Todoroki’s leans down and presses a kiss into Bakugou’s spine, he smiles when he hears the way his breath hitches.

“Todoroki, I—”Bakugou moans out, reaching a hand back to grab onto his hip. By doing so, he keeps him close and grinds into his dick. “It feels so good. It’s so good. I love it. I love your cock. I—”

He chokes on a sob.

Tears streak down his cheeks and somehow the scene has become less worrying for Todoroki and more... arousing. Bakugou’s cock is red with beads of cum dripping from it onto the bedding. He looks so pathetic. So fucked out. He’s made a mess of himself with drool and tears mixing on his face and sweat and cum mixing on his legs.

Yet Todoroki continues to tell him how beautiful he is. How pretty he looks Bakugou lets go of him and he resumes thrusting into him with the blond following suit.

His ass clenches around him as Bakugou continues whining, moaning loudly. It’s clear that he’s close to his orgasm. Which is good, because Todoroki can feel his coming soon too.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.”Todoroki says as he groans. He grips Bakugou’s hips tightly, focused now on getting them both to orgasm. Beneath him, Bakugou shudders violently now. His moans grow louder and louder and “Katsuki”He moans, “Katsuki. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect.”

Somehow Bakugou has enough mindfulness to clench around him. As he continues to work his hips back onto his dick, he clenches around his cock. The taller boy sees the way a small smile settles onto his lips when he hears Todoroki let out a moan of his own.

“Shouto!”He cries out, body tensing completely as he cums from his untouched dick. Ropes of cum spurt out and onto the bedding beneath them but it’s hard for Todoroki to care.

Bakugou said his name.

He moaned his name.

Oh...yeah, he could stay in this moment forever.

He chases after his own orgasm, reaching it fairly quickly as he delivers one last slap to Bakugou’s ass. He thrusts completely inside of him as he empties himself, cum painting Bakugou’s insides.

The two promptly collapse, Todoroki pulling out and only just barely moving so that he doesn’t fall directly on top of Bakugou.

No words are exchanged. The both of them are too busy catching their breath.

It takes a long while for them to breathe normally and once they’ve both calmed down a bit Bakugou turns over, too, so that he’s now laying on his stomach.

“Thank fuck these walls were made soundproof during summer break.”He mumbles and then he groans. “I’ve got cum all over me.”

Todoroki wipes the sweat from his brow and turns over so he’s laying on his back. His sweats and underwear are still bunched around his ankles so he kicks them off. He takes his shirt off too, annoyed with how it clings to him due to his sweat. Beside him, Bakugou takes off his own shirt and uses it to wipe the cum up from between his legs.

Once done he lays back beside Todoroki, settling the covers over them and lays his head on his chest.

It’s a nice, peaceful moment.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I can’t believe you like me back.”

“Well no shit, HalfnHalf, I let you fuck me raw. No condom. You fucking nut inside of me. Don’t do that with just anyone.”

Todoroki rolls his eyes but wraps his arms around Bakugou and kisses his forehead. “Not what I mean. I just didn’t think my feelings would be returned. I was sure you’d reject me.”

“And what made you so damn sure?”

Well...he’s not sure why he was so sure. He just was.

“Just didn’t think you’d return my feelings. That’s all.”Is his simple reply.

Bakugou sits up a bit to lean in and kiss him. It’s a short, yet sweet kiss that has Todoroki wishing it lasted longer.

“Don’t say any of that stupid shit around me again, okay? I chose you. It wasn’t on accident. I chose you.”He says as he looks directly into Todoroki’s eyes. “You think I’d make such a serious decision off of some whimsical bullshit?”

“No.”

The blond smiles smugly once again. “Exactly what I fucking thought.”

Todoroki holds him tight, finding that sleep comes rather easily to him.

Hours later, when the day is already in full swing and they’ve finally reached their lunch break, Bakugou pulls Todoroki aside to complain about how his ass almost hurts too much to sit in his seat. Todoroki apologizes and says he’ll be gentler but the blond just huffs and blushes, mumbling about how that’s not what he meant.

***

Class 2-A decides to throw another kickback a few weeks later.

Iida has once again gone home to visit his family. The moment he left campus, half of the 2-A students were pulling out their fake IDs to buy alcohol while the others buy snacks and set up for the night.

The night goes just as Todoroki expects.

Bakugou dominates beer pong, and somehow continues his lucky streak with King’s Cup. He has a drinking challenge with Shouji, who taps out halfway through. He looks a bit green as he does so, but he surprisingly doesn’t throw up.

He most certainly sits in the corner and drinks water for a long time though.

Todoroki watches his boyfriend, pleased as he can clearly tell that he’s having fun.

“Can’t unsee Bakugou twerking from last time.”Ochako says to Asui. The two girls giggle about it but the eyes on Bakugou as he chats with Ashido aren’t lost on him one bit.

Perhaps they all expect the two to break out and start “twerking” again. Todoroki isn’t sure, but he finds himself leaving his spot on the wall and walking toward Bakugou. When he gets within range he slaps the blond on the ass.

“Fucking hell, IcyHot.”Bakugou groans, though the look in his eyes says that he’s far from annoyed.

Ashido stares at them with wide eyes. “Umm….”

She quickly steps away from them, scurrying over to somebody else. Todoroki doesn’t really know who. He doesn’t pay attention. Not when Bakugou turns around now, looking up at him with that needy, pleading look Todoroki has gotten used to.

“You better finish what you fucking started.”He says to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Todoroki finishes the drink in his hand and sets the empty cup down. He then wraps his arms around Bakugou’s waist and welcomes the way the blond presses in closer to him.

“Oh, I fully intend to.”

They leave the common room, oblivious to the way their classmates all stare at them. Who cares, anyway. More than half of them are so far gone they won’t remember this come morning. And the rest aren’t even sure if they really believe what they’ve just seen.

Briefly, as Bakugou rushes to open his room door, Todoroki thinks about how he’ll have to thank Ashido for talking Bakugou into twerking.

#todobaku #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #todobaku fanfic #todobaku au #cross posted on ao3 #todobaku smut #mha fanfiction #mha smut #bnha smut

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crushmeeren · 8 months

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Edit; I have posted it, in case you see this first

Miscommunication Link😈

!!! Quick Question !!!

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So I’ve been debating for a little while now about posting a Bakugou/Reader/Todoroki one shot. I’ve been writing it on and off between my good omens one shots but I’m not sure if anyone would want to read it? Reader would be AFAB at this point. I just have loved MHA for a long time now and I just couldn’t ever find something to read that satisfied my urge for it.

I know it may be somewhat of an issue for some people and I wouldn’t write it with them being underaged but the idea is giving me brain rot so I started writing it. I’ve been wanting to start writing for anime as well so I thought this was a good start.

I guess my question is would anyone like to read it? If you would, please give me a like!

Either way I’ll probably end up posting it here and on AO3, but just wanted to see. Anyways thank you all if you give me a chance!

#mha bakugou #bakutodo #bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #todoroki smut #todobaku #mha fanfiction #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugou smut #bnha shouto #bnha x reader #mha smut #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader x todoroki #shouto smut

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elmouwus · 2 years

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past lovers masterlist

[ smut, fluff, angst ] midnight daughter ! reader x aged up ! izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, + katsuki bakugo. in which you loved them at different times and now you want them again.

warnings : mentions of sa, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, drug taking, and polyamorous relationships.

before you start i would like to add that y/n is NOT perfect and has her flaws. she presents herself as perfect because of those “flaws”. she will do things you don’t like and do things you love.

if you’re reading this on wattpad or ao3 you’ll notice they have more chapters, on both those sites i included filler chapters that don’t really do anything for the plot.

✎ prologue | in which y/n is reunited with her past lovers.

✎ chapter one : zuzu’s smile | in which y/n reminisces the time she spent with izuku.

✎ chapter two : kat’s smell | in which y/n reminisces the time she spent with katsuki. C O M I N G S O O N

✎ chapter three : sho’s eyes | in which y/n reminisces the time she spent with shoto. C O M I N G S O O N

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takaminevaeh · 9 months

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#bnha bakugou #bnha todoroki #todobaku #smut #bakugo smut #todoroki smut #bnha deku #deku smut #dom/sub

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inosukebakugo · 1 year

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Ok so I can’t stop with the Todobaku and just:

Class 1-a takes a trip to a ryokan and everyone be sharing but the hotel forgets the extra bed in Todoroki/Bakugou’s room and they begrudgingly share. Explosion murder god wakes up being used as a pillow.

#todobaku #tdbk #tdbk fic #I’ve already written 10k #I’m so addicted #it keeps on accidentally turning into smut when I want it to be fluff

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thiefoflight68 · 2 years

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I am a hard-core Baku/Deku shipper. But I was asked to write a Baku/Todo story.

Please be aware that Izuku is dead and this is sad. Like all of my stories though it will have a happy ending

If I Have a Quirk, Then Why Do I Need a Gun?

minors dni 18+ 0nly

Bakugou sat on his balcony, the heat of the day slowly evaporating as the sun began to settle down behind the horizon. He watched as darkness seeped across the city, lights popping on, slowly at first, then at regular intervals until lights shone through the night. His phone flashed on the table, more texts, he ignored them. He drank from the almost empty bottle of beer. Reaching down into the cooler next to him, he grabbed another, his fingers only found ice. Looking down it was empty. “Fuck,” had he really already drank six beers? The empty bottles on the dark table lit up as his phone flashed again. “Fuck,” he grabbed the phone and scrolled through the names. Everyone, they were all texting, all the fucking extras.

Sero - Wanna hang out?

Kiri - Gotta a new video game, come over.

Mina - Found an awesome Ramen shop, we want to go dinner with you

Tenya - There’s a job fair tomorrow. Want to go?

Momo - Don’t sit around drinking by yourself, you might as well get wasted with us.

Katsuki let out a snort, at least she was fucking honest.

Denki - are you sad?

“Fuck,” he growled throwing the phone back on the table, piece of shit Dunce Head. “Am I fucking sad?!” He wanted to smash the bottles off the table, but he stopped, it was too much fucking trouble to clean up afterward, he knew that from experience. The smart ones hadn’t texted him, the ones hurting like him. He shifted in his seat, he knew that wasn’t fair, they were all hurting. He rubbed his right shoulder, would he ever forget? The physical weight of the casket had been nothing, carried easily, but the true weight, the weight of the body inside, had left a twisted knot in his muscle that would never heal. Tears slipped down his cheeks, hot and fast, he looked heavenward. “Damn nerd!” He shouted. A dog barked at him in the distance somewhere. His phone flashed again.

Shoto - I heard you.

Looking up, Bakugou peered at the apartments across the way, empty balconies.

Bakugou - Where the fuck are you?

Waiting, there was no reply. He shivered, his feet felt cold, he rubbed his arms, fuck was it already getting cold at night? He realized his feet were getting colder, looking down, a thin sheen of ice was forming over his balcony floor. “Fuck! Icy Hot!” Carefully standing on his bare feet, he slipped to the edge of the railing and looked over. Shoto smiled up at him, smirking, balancing on the railing he was touching Bakugou’s balcony.

“Howdy neighbor,” Shoto quipped sarcastically. Switching hands he warmed up the concrete slowly to melt the cool ice.

“What the fuck you doing down there?”

“I moved in last week, would’ve skipped it if I’d known my neighbor was an asshole.” Shoto dusted off his hands and jumped down.

“Fuck money bags, these places are shit, you slumming it these days?”

“I am, gotta wean off my dad eventually, figured life was starting over, why the hell not?” He leaned backwards over the rail looking up at Dynamite, he couldn’t see him well in the dim light. “Does yelling at him help?”

He paused for a moment at the change in subject. “Yeah, it does.”

“Good to know,” Shoto glanced away looking over the city, “I may try that sometime.”

“Fuck.”

“That Bakugou is the best use of that word that I will ever hear in my lifetime.” He didn’t reply, just stayed bowed over the railing staring at him.

“I jump rope at four in the morning.”

“Better not, I’ll bust down that stupid door and feed it to you for breakfast.”

“Cool, so what time you making that breakfast tomorrow then?”

“Making what?” Shoto’s brows snapped together, he saw Bakugou move slightly, his foot kicking the railing. “Oh, breakfast, I eat around seven,” he took a deep breath, “see you then?” Without waiting for his reply he went back into his apartment. Opening his fridge he didn’t have much food, not enough for breakfast. Grabbing his keys and wallet, Shoto let himself out and headed to the market.

Clenching his jaw Bakugou wasn’t sure why he’d said that, but seeing him there, lit up by the glow of the city, he wanted to see him, not just over the balcony, but see him talking, laughing, wait fuck, Icy Hot never laughed, Bakugou chuckled to himself. Tapping the railing with his hand, he thought back, fuck, Icy Hot did laugh, but only around him. He remembered all too clearly his face lit up, laughing at something Deku was carrying on about. He loved how Shoto looked in those moments, soft and happy. Dragging his lip through his teeth, Bakugou leaned on his hands, fuck, he’d never see him like that again, it was hard enough losing Deku, but that part of Shoto that he treasured, that only Deku could bring out, he’d miss that too. Pushing back, he growled, “you got me all fucking sappy damn nerd.” Going inside, he started his shower, he really fucking hoped he was listening to him.

Sleep is easy when your life isn’t a fucking nightmare, Bakugou took another swig of cold water standing at the open fridge door, he slammed it shut. Sitting at the tiny table in his kitchen, he downed more of the cold liquid, his eyes burning from lack of sleep. The nightmare was always the same, but then reality has a way of making things consistent. The moment when he’d lost sight of the nerd, that’s where the nightmare always started. The three of them had gone around flanking him for Endeavor, but he’d snuck back on them. The moment when Bakugou realized it was Deku by himself staring at All for One, his heart had wrenched, he wasn’t even sure if his scream had ever reached the greenette’s ears. The explosion had knocked them back almost five blocks, but that wasn’t what had destroyed the town that day. It was the void that erupted in the spot where the two had faced off, like a black hole settling down right on earth, pulling everything into its massive maw. Concrete, cars, lights, entire sections of pavement had sailed towards the now expanding black energy clinging to it like metal on a giant magnet. Standing stupidly looking at it, Bakugou would’ve been in the casket next to him, but Todoroki had grabbed him, encasing them in an icy fortress, that he’d fortified for almost fifteen minutes until the trembling subsided. Bakugou had released his fire, melting a hole, to run out, only to see a mountain of rubble. Endeavor had been able to take cover too, he was standing now at the top of the debris waving at them. Leaping up the shaky pile until he was next to him, they had begun the slow process of digging down to find the bottom.

Shoto sprinkled scallions, mushrooms and shaved cheese into the omelet, carefully tapping the edges. He watched the edges bubble. His phone was quiet. Shaking the pan slightly, he lifted the edge, letting the liquid slide underneath to continue cooking. Focusing he was able to keep the mounting frustration at bay, if he didn’t come, there wasn’t anything he could do, he’d eat the food himself. There was a knock at the door. “Finally,” he muttered. “It’s open!” He called over his shoulder, lifting another edge of the omelet. He heard the door slam shut as Bakugou came into his apartment.

The layout was the same as his own, his eyes quickly scanned the space. For someone that had just moved in, it looked immaculate, like he’d been living there his entire life. It was minimalist style, traditional furniture. He stopped, taking off his shoes quickly he ran back and put them by the door.

“Thanks,” Shoto looked pointedly at his socked feet.

“Sorry I forget sometimes living alone,” Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck, “smells good, what is it?”

“Omelets, nothing fancy.”

“Fuck, fancier than leftover rice.” Bakugou began looking through his cabinets for plates, finding what he needed, he set them next to Shoto. He looked in the fridge for something to drink. “Pouring anything stronger than this?” He shook the small container of juice.

“If you want alcohol, you can go home, I’m not contributing to your decision to slowly kill yourself.” Brows shooting up Katsuki stopped shaking the juice.

“Tell me how you really feel.” He snarled, stalking to the table slamming the juice carton down. He came back digging for glasses.

“There’s coffee too,” Shoto pointed to the coffeemaker.

“That’s what I fucking meant by the way.” Finding a coffee cup, he filled it up, leaning back on the kitchen counter he watched him make the omelets. “Do you really think I’m becoming a damn alcoholic or something?”

“No, sorry, I’m being sensitive, I think we’ve all been drinking more than usual, things are pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah, they sure the fuck are,” Bakugou took a sip of the hot coffee, it was good, better than the swill he bought. “Did Tenya invite you to the stupid job fair?”

“He did.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, he kicked Shoto in the ass gently, “and?”

“My dad wants me to work with him, so if I want some filler no-use job, I’ve got one.” Shoto plated the second omelet and handed it to him. “Let’s sit down.”

Sitting over the omelet Bakugou tried a small bite, “it’s good, not bad for a two toned brat,” he smiled at Shoto, his red and blue eyes not reacting to his jab. He shrugged, “so if you’re not working for your dad, what’re gonna do?”

“I’m putting in my application for one of the detective slots they’re making available to us.”

“Fuck them,” Bakugou’s fork clattered on the plate. “They yank our fucking pro-hero status and now you’re gonna go crawl on your knees like some slut after a few measly crumbs.”

Coughing, Shoto took a drink of his juice, swallowing hard. “Tell me how you really feel, asshole.” Katsuki sat staring down at his food. Shoto swirled his glass trying to think of what to say, how to explain, “look it sucks, I hate it as much as you do, but I’m not cut out for sitting in an office discussing finances with people, that’s my dad, not me.”

“So? Do something else then.”

Twisting his lips, Shoto tipped his head, “tell me then brilliant man, what are you going to do? Since you seem to have it all figured out.”

“I fucking don’t know,” leaning back, he glared at his plate.

“That omelet never did anything to you,” Shoto murmured softly, red eyes popped up surprised, he looked away again. “Katsuki, I don’t know about you, but I liked tracking down villains. I want to help, however I can,” Shoto leaned forward, “I wanna hunt down robbers, killers or whatever else comes my way. I wanna be part of the official police force.”

“No using your fucking quirk.”

“I know, that’ll be hard at first,” Shoto jutted out his chin, “but at least I’m willing to try, we have one year, two months already are gone, I gotta figure something out.” Taking another bite, he watched him fidget with his napkin. “Sero, Kirishima and Momo are all applying too.” Red eyes popped up again.

“Yeah? They are?”

“Yeah they are.”

“When’s the deadline?”

“Two weeks, if you get in they’ll promote you to detective right away, no bullshit street cop stuff, unless you want that.” Bakguou shrugged, twisting the napkin in his hand. Shoto let out a soft sigh, he looked like a little kid, sad and hurt. He wanted to hug him, tell him everything was going to be okay, but, this was Bakugou, the prickliest bastard out there, hugging him could hurt.

“I’ll fucking apply.”

“Don’t do it because of me, shit, do what you want.”

“I want to fucking apply,” Katsuki snapped.

“Okay, okay,” Shoto took another bite. “Are you going to the party?”

“What party?”

Shoto paused, “the invitation? Didn’t you get it? Momo sent it out last week. She and Tenya are hosting a celebration of life.”

“What the fuck for? He died four months ago.” Bakugou bristled, his knee started bouncing. “Why do we need to celebrate his life now?”

Poking his omelet with his fork Shoto gave him a tiny shrug, he could feel himself shutting down, the job, now this, why did he always have to be so difficult? “We didn’t really get a chance to do anything. Not just the group of us.”

“Yeah whatever,” pushing away his plate, Bakugou clicked his tongue, he thought about the fucking nerd everyday, bawling over some fucking pictures and memories with a bunch of extras was only gonna hurt worse. Fuck them. Crossing his arms, he clenched his muscles against the harsh pain rolling through his body, it was so sharp it felt physical. He’d make it through on his own, he always did.

Watching him, Shoto could see the defiance glinting in those red eyes, almost daring him. To do what? He knew what Midoriya would do, he’d go on nonsensically until Bakugou gave up and did whatever he wanted him to do. Shoto knew he could never be like Izuku, drawing a line in the sand with the blonde was necessary for him sometimes. But? Shoto looked at his stiff agitated posture, was he angry or hurting? What if he really did want to go? Tapping his fork against his plate, he took a deep breath. “All right then, I’m going. I would like you to go as well but I understand if you don’t.” The blonde grunted, his knee slowed to a stop.

“You’re gonna go?”

“I am,” He watched as Bakugou’s body relaxed, the tension flowing off him earlier dissipated, he sagged back into the chair, his eyes softened.

“You really want me to go too?”

“I do,” Shoto almost choked, the blonde’s voice was so soft, almost tender.

A small smile played across Katsuki’s face, he nodded, “Okay, it’ll be fucking hell, but I’ll go, for you.” Leaning forward he began eating his food in earnest, he was hungry suddenly. Shoto sat staring at him, he looked up, “what?”

“N-Nothing,” Shoto blinked, “wait, wait, you’re going because I want you to go?” He needed to make sure he understood.

“Yeah,” he took another big bite, “this is fucking good by the way.”

“Thanks,” Shoto sat back and watched him eat, he started laughing. His blonde head jerked up. Shoto laughed harder, he wiped his bi-colored eyes with his napkin, giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Why’re you laughing?” Katsuki was stunned, had he just made Shoto laugh? It was that face, the one he’d thought about last night, his features soft, his eyes half-closed in laughter, tears clinging to his lashes. His cheeks were even slightly red, a soft blush staining them. A rush of desire clogged his mind, he looked at his food blankly.

“I - I don’t know, because, because you’re going.” Shoto sighed, laughing softly, he finally stopped. “Because in a million years you wouldn't have gone with me in the past.”

“I would’ve,” Katsuki mumbled, “you just never asked.”

“Then that’s why I’m laughing,” Shoto smiled more broadly, “I would’ve never asked but instead told you to go fuck yourself.”

“Yeah, you sure would” looking up, his heart stopped at the beautiful smile cutting across Shoto’s face. His eyes darted back down, “why not now?”

“I -I’m not sure Bakugou,” a tingling swept through his body, did he know? Looking at him across from his table, he felt a serene calm, ready to conquer the world outside his door. He missed him, he missed Midoriya too, but if he was being honest, and why the fuck not at this point, how could life get worse? He really missed the blonde, the last four months had been absolute hell. Looking around the little apartment, he wondered what had caused him to take this place, it was a shit hole. Was it chance? Luck? Shaking his head, he picked up his empty plate. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re going,” he grabbed the blonde’s now empty plate, taking everything to the kitchen.

“Thanks, I better run, I gotta meet my hag later today to go over some stuff.”

“The application?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that too.” Katsuki headed down the hall to the door. “Shoto?”

“What?” He turned, the hair on his neck standing up at the sound of his given name spoken so gently from him.

“Thanks for breakfast, I’m glad you’re my new neighbor, it’s been a while.”

“It has,” Shoto smiled, “of course, you’ll change your tune on that soon.”

“Why?”

“Looks like you’ve been laying off the gym, part of the application process is a fitness test,” Shoto nodded towards his small beer belly. “Gonna need to start working out. I’ll come get your ass starting tomorrow at 6am.”

“Fuck that,” Katsuki opened the door slamming it behind him. Shoto laughed to himself as he finished up the dishes. He really had missed him.

Standing at a table by the bar, Shoto had watched the group trickling in slowly, hugs and tears already started. The rule had been no black, so he’d gone with gray trousers and a snug button up dark blue shirt. Kirishima waved at him as he headed to his table.

“Shoto, good to see you.” He thumped him heavily on the back. Turning he ordered a drink at the bar and joined him again. “Is he coming?”

“He said he would.” Kirishima sipped his drink, surveying the group. Momo and Tenya were working on connecting to a large screen. Suddenly a picture of Izuku flashed up, in his training outfit, he was laughing at someone off camera. “Fuck,” Kiri downed his drink, he rattled the ice looking at the table. “Fuck.”

Clearing his throat Shoto nodded, he managed to keep his bi-colored gaze on the picture of his friend though. The rush of emotion made him hot, his skin prickly and uncomfortable, like wearing itchy fabric. He took a sip of his cold drink. Izuku looked happy, he always did and he was, then the switch would be flipped and he went from best friend to holder of One for All, that's what made him special.

“Hey guys,” Momo had a small microphone, “wanna keep this informal, so how about everyone cuddle up here, we’ll say some stuff, keep it light and then afterward, we can go to dinner, drinks, or dancing,” she forced a smile, someone laughed quietly. “Well we’ll do something.”

“Shall we?” Kiri motioned to the area where they had set up chairs, Shoto followed him. The door opened and Uraraka stepped through, Shoto did a double take.

“Ochako?” She looked at him, her eyes were puffy, so much so he could barely see her pupils. Her skin was sallow, pasty white, her hair pulled back in a clumsy braid. She walked blindly to him as she stared at the huge picture of Midoriya.

“Shoto,” her voice sounded lifeless.

Putting his arm around her, he guided her to a group of chairs. Mina jumped up and sat on the other side of her holding her hand. Tsuyu sat behind her, hand on her shoulder.

“So,” Momo continued, her voice shaky, “we wanted to remember the good stuff today, talk about the man we knew as a boy, and then a pro-hero.” A quiet had settled on the group, the door opened with a loud bang, Katsuki walked through, he was dressed in black from head to toe.

“You start already?” He strode into the room, his eyes landing on Shoto, arm around Uraraka. He made his way to him, sitting down, he patted his thigh, “sorry I’m late.”

Staring at his hand on his thigh, Shoto whispered, “it’s okay, we just started.” He could see he’d spotted the huge picture, his body jerked visibly but he stayed quiet, unmoving. Shoto noticed he held a small bag.

One by one everyone talked about funny stories they’d had with Izuku, mostly about him getting into scrapes, but always about his friendship. Even Ochako had shaken off her stupor to talk, Shoto and Kiri after her. As the stories finally lost steam, a few eyes glanced at Bakugou, he’d remained motionless the entire time, Shoto wasn’t even sure he was listening.

“You’ll done?” His voice gruff, he looked around the group.

“Uh, sure I guess,” Tenya walked over with the microphone.

“I don’t need that shit.” Standing up he walked to a nearby table. “You know I grew up with Midoriya, could say we’ve been friends for a long time, that is when I wanted to be his friend, he was always my friend though.” He cleared his throat. “Cleaning out his shit I came across these things.” He pulled out a figurine of All Might and his notebook, he set them on the table. “You could say this encompasses him in some way, his obsession for All Might and heroes, the drive to be the best. Difference was he did it because that was what he had to do, right?” Bakugou picked up the figurine, “I did it to be the best, better than all you fucking extras.” He looked up, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “What I realized, too fucking late, was it wasn’t a damn competition or a right, ya know?” He shook his head, “to put on that suit everyday was a fucking privelege to him. His obsession was to better this world by taking down All for One and villains that abused their powers.” He put everything back in the bag carefully. “So his mission was completed, his life dream fulfilled. I might fucking miss the damn nerd, but he did what he wanted to do and let’s face it.” He gazed at everyone in the room. “Every single fucking one of us would’ve happily stood in his place. We would’ve given our lives to do the same thing and been fucking smiling while we did it, so that’s all I hang on to,” wrapping up the bag he shoved it under his arm, running his hand through his blonde spikes. “Izuku was fucking smiling when he killed him.” He quickly moved through the small group of chairs and walked back out the door.

“Shit,” Shoto bounced to his feet and ran after him. He could see his big body lumbering through the restaurant they had chosen. Winding through the tables he pushed open the door to the street. “Katsuki!” He turned. Shoto caught up to him, he grabbed his hand. Words disappeared from his mind, he stood looking at him.

“Yeah?” Watching red and blue eyes dart back and forth scrutinizing his face, he stayed still.

“I.” Shoto clamped his mouth shut. The blonde didn’t move, the flow of people on the sidewalk parted around them.

“Okay, come on.” Katsuki closed his hand around his and began walking. Shoto didn’t even look where, he just stumbled along one foot after the next, Bakugou’s words pounding in his ears. Before he knew it they were in front of their building. He was leading him into their lobby, pulling him up the stairs. He stopped at his floor and walked quickly to his apartment, unlocking the door. He yanked Shoto in behind him, turning as he flew through the door, he wrapped up his waist and slammed him against the wall, arms caging him there. He covered his mouth in a kiss, demanding and powerful.

Shoto’s heart had started pounding once he realized where they were going, he grabbed him with his other hand but kept following. Once in the apartment he was on him, pressing him into the wall, his mouth on him, his tongue pushing its way into his, hot and insistent. Shoto let go, the mind numbing sadness melted away finally, the rage of desire building in his body took over. Grabbing his ass, he pushed him against his now rigid cock, he could feel Bakugou was erect too, the sensation of his hard flesh even through their pants almost dropped him to his knees.

“Fuck,” Bakugou manuevered him off the wall not breaking the kiss, he pushed him into his bedroom. His fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his trousers. Tugging it down off of his shoulder roughly, he dropped his mouth to his chest, sucking on his soft pink nipple. He heard Shoto gasp, his fingers driving deep into his shoulders. Hitting the bed, he laid him down, not stopping his sucking and biting, loving how his nipple hardened under his attention. He felt Shoto’s fingers grasping at his shirt, standing up he pulled it off, unbuckling his pants he let them fall to the floor. Smiling, he slowly unbuckled Shoto’s gray trousers, not breaking eye contact, enjoying the look of lust that flashed in his gorgeous eyes, he unzipped his pants with his teeth. Kneeling before him, Bakugou freed his hard cock from his underwear, he wrapped it’s silky length in his hand.

“Katsuki,” Shoto let out a strangled cry, his body spasming as his muscles clenched. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good,” with that he took his dick into his mouth and licked, running his tongue along the tip, flattening his rough taste bugs against his sensitive skin, he traced a vein as he moved down his entire length. He stopped briefly, his grunt of pleasure turning into a hum as he felt Shoto’s cock surge from the vibrations coming up from his chest. He bobbed his head, sucking, moving up and down his shaft, pushing deep one last time until his lips nestled at the base.

“Ka, Ka,” A blinding jolt ripped through Shoto’s body as he felt the tip of his cock enter the back of the blonde’s throat, the ridges squeezing him, the orgasm ready to release held back. Shoto blinked, he wanted to cum, his toes curled, “fuck,” he heard him chuckle and squeeze the tip of his dick harder in his throat. “I wanna cum, fuck.” Cheeks pulling in against his jaw, Katsuki pulled back in one long sucking motion, milking the orgasm from his body. Bucking into his mouth, the powerful release shook him, he shuddered, crying out, the blonde suckled him through the waves of cum. Finally able to open his eyes, he put his hands on either side of his face, those red eyes piercing. “Fuck, Kat -” The blonde cut him off with a kiss.

“Taste yourself.”

Katsuki’s tongue swept into his mouth roughly again, Shoto could taste his own tangy seed, his mind blanked again, he could feel another rage of desire roll through him. Digging into the blonde’s arms he dragged them both up on the bed, his hand already shoving at Katsuki’s underwear, releasing his dripping wet cock. He teased the tip with his thumb, smearing his cum across the top. Shoto pulled from the harsh kiss, he could feel his lips were raw, they’d be swollen tomorrow. “Tell me you have fucking lube.” Katsuki nodded, pulling open a small drawer, he pulled out a jar. He sat up, letting him continue to spread his precum around his dick.

“What do you want?”

“Ah, shit, didn’t think about that, are you any good at hitting the prostate?”

“Let me find it with my fingers and my dick will never miss. You?”

Shoto chuckled, “me too.” He stared into those red velvety eyes. The blonde leaned over his body.

Running his hand up Shoto’s muscled abs, Katsuki followed with a kiss, licking his skin, he nipped it gently. “I wanna fuck you, but if you want to go first,” his voice trailed off as he licked up to his chest, sucking his other nipple.

“You sucked me dry asshole, so I’m not fucking hard,” Shoto closed his eyes feeling his mouth tugging painfully on his bud, he could feel himself getting hard again, fuck, not hard enough though. Digging his fingers into his blonde spikes, he dragged him up to his face. A small smirk as he bit the blonde’s lip. “If you don’t make me come again from my ass, then I’m gonna show you how it’s done.” Katsuki grunted, a cocky smile on his face, he opened the jar and held it out to him. “Gonna make me do all the work?”

“No, make sure it's cool, I know some people can have allergic reactions to this shit sometimes.”

“Oh,” Shoto looked at the jar, “use that myself, we’re good, got a condom?”

Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a box, “looks like we’re about the same size,” Katsuki held his dick against Shoto’s half-erect shaft.

“You got a nice thick one,” Shoto ran his fingers up his sensitive shaft, “fuck, that gonna fit in me?”

“When I’m done it will,” sliding his fingers through the lube, he slipped down between his ass cheeks, his fingers pressing on his taint, he found his hole, tapping firmly, he began to push in, circling his finger, he latched his mouth back on to his nipple. Shoto’s fingers digging into his scalp, he pushed his finger in slowly. Hooking his fingertip, Katsuki searched for his spot, getting him used to having something in his ass. Finding the small hard area, he massaged it with the pad of his finger, Shoto clenched down hard. “Found it,” Katsuki laughed, licked his reddened nipple, biting his flesh.

“Ah, fuck, you gotta bite?”

“I do,” he bit him again. Katsuki moved to the other nipple and bit him, Shoto jumped under his arms, ass clenching. Pushing in a second finger, he heard Shoto suck in his breath and groan. “Okay?” He looked up at him, shit, his dick twitched, he was flushed red, both eyes blazing, his mouth working open and closed. He scissored his fingers, stretching, adding more lube as he stroked his hard nub. Lubing his thumb, he pressed it firmly on his taint.

“Stroke me,” Shoto reached for his now hard cock, the blonde smacked his hand. “What the hell?”

“You said I have to make you cum from your ass, no cheating.” He bent back over his nipple, grinding his flesh between his teeth.

“FUCK! Shit, damn, that hurts!” Shoto twisted his torso away from his mouth.

“Yeah, but I got three fingers in you now.”

The fucker did, the sharp pain as he stretched him was washing away as his finger didn’t stop stroking his prostate, the familiar warmth filled his muscles, the tingling sensation building like thin layers one on top of the other. “More, this shit isn’t working. Fuck me already.” His fingers were sending him into his high too slow for his taste.

“Put on my condom,” not taking out his fingers, he thrust his hips toward him. Shoto reached for the box, pulling it open, he ripped the top off one package, expertly sliding it over the tip and down his shaft. “Ah, fuck, your fingers feel good.” Katsuki enjoyed the feeling of his hands, “are you fucking using your quirk Icy Hot?” His dick felt warm on one side and cold on the other. Shoto smirked at him. “Do you realize where my fingers are right now? You wanna go there?” Shoto’s eyes widened for a moment.

“I can take it.” He laughed as Katsuki’s brows shot up, surprise registering in his eyes. A warmth began to flood his ass, hotter than what had pushed through him earlier. He shifted, everything was getting hotter, “oh shit.”

Twisting his fingers Katsuki pushed hard against his prostate, firing his quirk very lightly. He watched as Shoto’s face contorted, his moans belying the pain evident in his eyes. Katsuki stopped.

“Don’t, don’t stop, fuck, do that again.” Shoto fisted the sheets in his hands, the warmth kicked back up, he rubbed and bucked, the searing heat making him sweat, fuck, the pain was almost intolerable but that sweet feeling on his prostate battled for attention. His hand disappeared from his ass. “What - fuck, I’m close.”

“I’ll fuck you to orgasm, no quirk needed.” Katsuki lined himself up and thrust hard into him. He liked it a little rough, he’d be happy to do that for him.

The pain shot through him, his hair lifting from his scalp, Shoto wailed out as the blonde pulled back and rammed into his spot, his ass flared like a volcano, the heat from his own body now washing through him, Katsuki’s thick cock filling him, pounding into him, setting off eruptions as his muscles clenched and trembled. “Kat, Kat, Kat.”

“Sho,” he breathed in response, sweat dripping from his face as he dug his fingers deep into his thighs pushing him up and back, his dick sliding up and in, angling over and over into his prostate. “Gonna go deep,” this time he rammed in balls to his ass. He ground his hips against him, relishing in the tightness of his warmth, the muscles fluttering around him, sucking on him. “You are so fucking tight, suck me Sho, suck my cock, pull me in.”

“Deep, Kat, too deep,” Shoto arched his back but that only drove the blonde’s fucking huge cock deeper into his body, “fuck!” He seethed through gritted teeth. The blonde began to roll his hips, moving sideways, up and down. His hands found his nipples, leaving his legs perched on his shoulders, he twisted and pinched the buds hard, they started burning. “Oh, crap,” Shoto blinked, a new wave of warmth filled his ass, the pain from his chest setting off new surging spasms. “I, fuck, I’m cumming.” The release hit him like a two ton truck, his hands grabbing at the bed frame behind him, he smelled burned wood, his eyes rolling back, he screamed.

Campfire, Shoto stirred dreaming, he dreamt he was sitting at a campfire, his eyes opened slowly. He was on a pillow, looking around he didn’t recognize the room.

“You awake?”

“Oh, shit,” Shoto turned to see Bakuogu sitting naked next to him, a bottle of water in his hand.

“What happened?”

“You fucking came so hard you almost took my dick off,” he smiled at those half lidded bi-colored eyes, he looked so fucked out Katsuki knew he’d get hard again if he sat and stared at him too long. “You burned down my bed too but thankfully put it out at the same time.” Katsuki looked at his now scorched headboard, a black mark going up the wall.

Shoto spun to look at his bed, the campfire, that was the smell. “Never done that before,” he mused. Katsuki leaned over him, kissing his lips tenderly.

“Then you’ve never been fucked right until today.”

#mha smut #bakugou x todoroki #todobaku #shouto smut #katsuki smut #Izuku dead #sad but will have happy ending when finished

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