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Somehow two of the most annoying people are in his office, trading tidbits of the three sizes for the males of their high school class, like how he has the largest chest out of any of the men and how Deku’s got a shitty slim waist, when the conversation deviates into a more perverted region.
“If a guy who’s four feet tall has a five-inch dick, it’s going to look larger than a guy who’s six feet tall and also has a five-inch dick,” Ashido says with an air of finality.
“But the dick lengths are still the same,” Kaminari argues back, pointing at Ashido accusingly.
“I never said that they weren’t actually the same size,” Ashido grumbles and leans forward, her hands on her hips. “I said that they’d look different.”
Listen, Bakugou’s come a long way from his teenage years. It’s a real testament to his maturity that he doesn’t explode both of their faces off for just having this ludicrous conversation right in front of him while he has to fill out paperwork.
“Okay, fair,” Kaminari says and scrunches up his face like he’s thinking, “but sometimes tall people have massive dicks.”
“Yeah, they might be massive, but if you slap a twelve-incher on a guy who’s four feet tall, then that’s a quarter of his height. It’s gonna look more impressive than a sixth of a six-foot tall guy.”
“Okay, but,” Kaminari sighs as he rubs his temples, “Todoroki’s dick still looked massive as hell.”
Bakugou’s pen snaps in half and explodes ink all over his hand.
“Todoroki? He’s got a big dick?” Ashido pays him no mind, still engaged in this heated discussion.
“Oh yeah,” Kaminari says, shrugging nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather, “Todoroki’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
“No way,” Ashido says. “He’s got a beautiful face and a big dick? Some people are just blessed.”
Kaminari nods sagely and tilts his head, cupping his chin as if reminiscing. “Once we were showering after a training session and I caught a glimpse—”
“Alright,” Bakugou says and stands up, small explosions dancing from his fingertips. “If you both like to keep your stupid shitty heads attached to your useless bodies, I suggest you both leave.”
“Oh, Bakugou, I forgot—” Kaminari starts but Ashido is already laughing nervously and backing away slowly.
“Immediately.” Bakugou hisses and a larger explosion bursts from his palm.
“Okay, bye, Bakugou! We’ll, uh, we’ll come back later!” Ashido grabs Kaminari by the collar of his shirt, dragging him over to Bakugou’s office door and opening it, sprinting out before it can swing shut.
Silence fills his office. Collapsing into his seat, Bakugou tries to focus on the paperwork he has in front of him. He can’t just explode it out of existence, so he’s got to start signing the forms detailing the repair costs of his victory over a villain where a street was collateral damage. Grabbing another pen, his hand hovers over the signature area.
A massive cock enters his thoughts and Todoroki’s insufferable smirk floats right next to it. “Go on,” he orders and Bakugou imagines sinking to his knees, opening his mouth and sucking him all the way down, Todoroki’s massive cock halfway down his throat, his eyes watering and jaw sore.
Bakugou yells and stands up once again. He needs to leave before more intrusive thoughts start to invade.
He’s usually doesn’t feel guilty about being horny and wanting to fuck someone so bad that it consumes him. There’s no point in being ashamed about fucking someone or having someone fuck you. If his bed partner happens to have a big dick, it’s perfectly normal to want to shove it down his throat and let it rest there. The problem, in this case, is that the dick is attached to an even bigger dick: Todoroki Shouto.
Todoroki Shouto, ranked fifth in Most Beloved Pro-Heroes, second in Best Newcomer, of course, and ranked first in Most Attractive Male Hero. Japan and the world understand that he’s attractive and they’re not the least bit shy about it; if Todoroki wanted to star in commercials aside from the occasional modeling gig and publicity photoshoot he does, it’d feel natural and no one would complain.
But, as Best Newcomer, Bakugou has enough pride that sucking Todoroki’s dick is the last thing he wants to do.
His own dreams seem to not have gotten the memo though, as he wakes up with sticky sheets and a familiar name on his lips.
Unfortunately, their paths keep crossing. There’s a villain attack downtown and both Todoroki and him are called in to fight them off. They’re the only ones needed, really, and they make quick work.
The real trouble happens when Bakugou sits on the curb of an ambulance, hissing as his nurse applies a special disinfectant against his arm—he could get into the chemical reactions of hydrogen peroxide and nitroglycerine but now’s neither the time nor place. Instead, Todoroki’s standing a few inches away, hovering over like a protective mother hen, and Bakugou cannot stop looking at the crotch that’s eye-level in the worst, most tantalizing way.
Todoroki’s pants are stretched over thick thighs, there’s a fucking obvious bulge, and god, how did he not notice that before, hell, how the fuck do news reporters just not zoom in on that? Todoroki’s hero costume is much tighter than the uniform that they wore during school, and Bakugou wonders if Todoroki gets uncomfortable when he crosses his legs, especially, if Bakugou thinks about it hard enough, when he usually sits with his legs slightly spread, probably giving his massive cock room to breathe and exist.
Holy shit. He needs to get laid. Now.
“Bakugou,” Todoroki says and Bakugou’s head snaps up. His eyes are up there, Bakugou reminds himself, with the rest of his ridiculous face. This is not the best time to also realize that wow, Todoroki looks good despite being covered in sweat and soot.
“What do you want?” Bakugou grumbles, annoyed beyond belief. Fucking Kaminari, with his shitty ass large ass mouth. Fucking Ashido, with her shitty ass voice and cock size discussion. Fucking Todoroki, for existing.
“Are you alright?” Todoroki asks, concern obvious in his voice and his eyes flick down to Bakugou’s arm. “You seem… distracted.”
If I didn’t learn that you apparently have a huge dick and wanted to disprove it, I wouldn’t be! Bakugou wants to shout. He was busy staring at Todoroki’s crotch when a villain smacked him from behind and sent him sprawling into the ground, which he covered up his embarrassment by shouting and exploding the villain into unconsciousness.
“I’m fine,” Bakugou says instead, not at all touched by Todoroki’s concern. “Just some fucking paperwork got me thinking, that’s all.”
“Ah,” Todoroki nods in agreement. They both have the same habit of reading forms extremely thoroughly, looking for any lenient language that can be used against them. It’s annoying, but a necessary evil. “That’s good then. I’m glad that your agency is busy.”
“Yeah, well,” Bakugou snorts and looks back down at Todoroki’s crotch. “I’m sure you must be too.” A pause. “I’ve yet to see a fucking magazine that hasn’t got your body plastered all over the cover.”
“Yeah,” Todoroki says a bit sheepishly and shuffles a little, spreading his legs slightly to take a wider stance. Bakugou can’t tell if Todoroki’s nervous since he’s trying to muster up the determination to look at Todoroki’s face and not the bulge in his trousers. “Don’t really see you that much nowadays. Do you, uh, want to catch up?”
“Huh?” Bakugou feels like he’s heard that wrong. “What?”
“Listen the first time,” Todoroki admonishes him and Bakugou’s mind surges with the urge to punch him. Sighing and rubbing his face, Todoroki shakes his head as if to clear it. “I asked if you wanted to catch up.”
“Now?” Bakugou frowns. He’s disgusting and really needs to take a shower, but saying that means that he cares about what Todoroki thought of him and he really doesn’t. Really. He doesn’t. “Why?”
“I mean, if you’re free.” Todoroki puts a hand on his hip and sounds like he’s regretting asking already. “We can grab a meal and talk. I really… I really haven’t seen you in a while.”
“It’s been like a month since we’ve teamed up,” Bakugou points out, finally looking up from Todoroki’s crotch. With a cocky smirk on his lips, Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “Miss me much?”
“Never mind,” Todoroki retracts his offer, “you’re impossible.”
He’s about two feet away when Bakugou makes up his mind.
“You free at seven?” Bakugou asks, looking at his hands but he can hear Todoroki stop. Meeting Todoroki for not work-related reasons can’t hurt. Hopefully, it’ll remind him how much he hates Todoroki and dispel any lingering lustful thoughts. “I know a good place. You still like cold soba?”
When he looks up, Todoroki is smiling so softly that it makes his heart pound extra loudly.
“I’ll be at your office to get you,” Bakugou continues on, his heart booming in his ears like he’s about to fight.
“Yeah,” Todoroki says, “sounds good.”
Bakugou picks him up at seven and they walk on over to a hole in the wall restaurant. The food is high in quality yet good in price, which is an ultimate combination that guarantees Bakugou’s loyalty until it closes.
“Welcome,” the owner says, her long blonde hair swishing as she turns around. “Oh, Katsuki—have a seat wherever. I’ll bring out your usual, and for your….”
“He’ll have a cold soba,” Bakugou jerks a thumb to Todoroki, who looks stunned. “What else do you want?”
“Um,” Todoroki pauses, probably more used to being able to look over a menu instead of shouting an order as soon as you walk in. “Green tea would be nice.”
“Okay,” the owner grins and waves them off. Bakugou walks on over to a table for two, plopping down.
“She called you Katsuki,” Todoroki comments as he sits down, still taking in the entire establishment. “Are you close?”
“I’ve been here a lot,” Bakugou grumbles. “First time she couldn’t believe I was who I said I was, so I had to show her my fucking hero’s license. Stupid old hag, almost as bad as my own.”
“I see,” Todoroki’s laughs are a fleeting thing, a tiny huff of air, but his eyes crinkle as he keeps looking around so he must be in a good mood. The restaurant is quaint, comfortable, and homely, but that’s probably because Bakugou’s been here so many times that he’s developed a bias. “I just didn’t expect this.”
I didn’t expect you to have a huge dick to match your personality, Bakugou’s mind betrays him yet again.
“What did you expect?” Bakugou snorts, waving a hand to thank the waiter when a plate of edamame is delivered.
“Somewhere fancy,” Todoroki muses. “Stuffy, overly lavish. Try and show me up a little. Make me mad. We’d get into an argument and get kicked out. Both of our faces would show on the front page the next day.”
“Listen, just because you don’t have to overcompensate doesn’t mean that I have to,” Bakugou reports hotly. He’d be more out of place in a fancy restaurant than this, but he can’t deny that yelling at Todoroki is only satisfying when the other finally cracks and yells back. But still, he’s fine with the size of his dick. It’s got a pretty good girth, if he says so himself.
He’s made his way through three fermented soybeans when he realizes what he just said. Snapping up to look at Todoroki’s face, Bakugou feels a blush creep on his cheeks when Todoroki blinks at him, his expression stunned silent.
“What?” Todoroki says nervously, unable to meet Bakugou’s eyes and settling for looking at his shoulder. “Excuse me? I don’t have to overcompensate?”
Bakugou is not usually a guy who trusts his instincts. Doing that in a fight guarantees that you’ll probably die, so he’s quick to think on his feet and quicker to act.
Unfortunately, his mind has slowed to a stop. He doesn’t want to let autopilot take over because who knows what disaster that will bring, but the silence that drags out only implicates him further.
“Yeah,” Bakugou settles for. Neutral, probably to a fault.
“Wouldn’t you usually insult me and say that I have to? Like drive a big truck or have my own personal jet?” Todoroki frowns.
“But you don’t fucking have to because you have a fucking—” Bakugou coughs and manages to hopefully somehow save himself. Is Todoroki really complaining that Bakugou isn’t insulting him? “A comforting sense of masculinity.”
“A comforting sense of masculinity,” Todoroki repeats particularly slowly, as if Bakugou is being particularly dumb.
“Fucking forget about it shithead,” Bakugou hisses, embarrassed, and gives Todoroki a swift kick to the shin. “Just die already, damn it.”
Holding his hands up in defense, Todoroki shakes his head and reaches for an edamame.
“I don’t know where you’ve heard that from,” he says carefully, “but that’s just gossip, you know?”
Oh good, Bakugou’s glad for the table between them so he can’t blatantly eye Todoroki’s crotch, so you’re small? Kaminari’s eyewitness account probably doesn’t mean anything. Great. He feels an immense sense of relief wash over him. Todoroki’s got a tiny dick.
“That doesn’t mean I’m small though,” Todoroki hisses, probably understanding where his mind trailed off to. “I just—can we stop talking about my size?”
“Don’t be so fucking moody,” Bakugou snipes back. “But fine.”
“Good,” Todoroki says and begins to peel his food, popping out the beans and chewing thoughtfully. “What have you been up to recently?”
They finish and pay for their own meals. Bakugou covers all the appetizers though, despite Todoroki’s silent protest, and they end up walking back the same way.
“That was good; guess that the press is right when they say you’ve got a good eye for food,” Todoroki comments and Bakugou walks a little taller.
“Of fucking course,” Bakugou brags, an easy smile on his lips. “Have you met me? I’ve got impeccable taste.”
Huffing a laugh, Todoroki turns the other way when Bakugou shoots him an angry look.
“Got something you want to say to me, you bastard?” Bakugou demands.
“Not at all,” Todoroki drawls. “I’m just thinking about high school; you’ve got terrible taste in names. King Explodo-Kills or something?”
“That’s rich coming from a bastard who lets everyone call him his first name.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears red in embarrassment, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Boring and unoriginal.”
“Fair enough,” Todoroki shrugs. “On the other hand, you had so many nicknames for me. Icyhot, Freezerburn, Strawberry Shortcake, Yakult Boy, Canadian Flag, Half and Half…”
“And there’s the originality that you lack,” Bakugou flips Todorki off with one hand. “Should’ve consulted me before you settled on a useless hero name.”
“I would have been better off asking a literal child,” Todoroki quips back.
“Fuck you,” Bakugou says without much heat to it.
They walk in companionable silence. Bakugou doesn’t think much of it until he realizes that he followed wherever Todoroki was going because he sure as hell doesn’t know where they are when the other stops walking.
“This is me,” Todoroki says. They’re outside a very expensive apartment; if Bakugou had to hazard a guess, he’d say that Todoroki lives in the penthouse at the very top. There are two security guards that are standing in front of the entrance, watching them like hawks.
“Well,” Bakugou rubs the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious. Walking Todoroki back to his place after sharing a meal together—what is this, a date? “Good ni—“
“Bakugou,” Todoroki cuts him off. “What you said at the restaurant, before we caught up, I was… surprised that you paid attention to those sorts of things.”
I don’t, Bakugou thinks spitefully, I just had a vivid wet dream for the past week of me sucking your cock. He can feel heat trail up to his face though and he wants to run away, his heart pounding furiously fast in his chest.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, staying rooted to the spot. If he runs now, he’ll be a coward. He’s got to verbally beat the shit out of Todoroki and make his escape afterward. “I don’t fucking care about your—“
“Do you want to come up?” Todoroki interjects and Bakugou stutters to a stop, mind shutting down for the second time that night. He just stares, mouth slightly agape. Todoroki fidgets and takes in a deep breath, staring straight at him. “I don’t really want to talk about my penis outside of my apartment.”
“I don’t want to talk about your limp dick,” Bakugou hisses.
“Fine,” Todoroki throws his hands up in the air, “I’ll let you make fun of it all you want when we get inside.”
“Now I don’t want to,” Bakugou crosses his arms immaturely. He hates taking orders more than anything.
Annoyed, Todoroki steps forward into Bakugou’s space. Bakugou sneers, taking a step forward so that they’re chest to chest. It annoys him that he’s got to tilt his head up somewhat, but he’d rather do this than backing down.
“Bakugou,” Todoroki says insistently and, this close, Bakugou can feel the rumble of his voice, “I don’t want things to be awkward between the two of us.”
“Who the fuck said that it’s going to be awkward?” Bakugou clenches a fist and here we go, that’s right, he came here to remind his own damn brain why having wet dreams about Todoroki was a shitty idea. He’s got a shitty personality. “It’s okay if you have a shrimp dick, don’t guys like you use ‘it’s about the motion of the ocean’ or some shit like that?”
“I don’t,” Todoroki grits out, “have a shrimp dick.”
“Oh yeah?” Bakugou challenges before he can think better of it. “Prove it.”
The door to Todoroki’s penthouse barely swings shut before Bakugou’s got his lips on Todoroki’s neck, crowding the other male against the nearest solid surface he can. He sucks and nips, scrapping his teeth against the skin of his neck. Lapping over the sections that he bites, Bakugou’s hands tug at the hem of Todoroki’s shirt insistently.
“Up,” Bakugou says against Todoroki’s Adam’s apple, feeling it bob against his lips. Todoroki shrugs off his coat, letting it drop the ground with a soft thud. Then, he lifts up his arms and Bakugou rips his shirt off, his hands splaying out over a ripped stomach and soft nipples that are rapidly pebbling. He feels faint and his blood quickly rushes south, his cock hardening in his own pants.
“Bakugou,” Todoroki whispers and tilts his head down, his arms wrapped around Bakugou’s shoulders as he drags him close to kiss. It’s softer than what Bakugou was expecting, he himself anticipated an intense kiss for this one night stand, yet he hums in pleasure as he presses back. As soon as he does though, Todoroki deepens the kiss, their lips sliding together wetly and Todoroki’s tongue pushing against the seam of his mouth.
Bakugou wraps his arms around Todoroki’s waist to steady himself and Todoroki shifts so that he’s no longer draped all over Bakugou, instead cupping Bakugou’s head sweetly as he breathes through his nose. Idly, Bakugou wonders if they both can keep kissing like this forever, his lungs aren’t going to stop breathing for a long while and, if Todoroki doesn’t break away soon, he’ll just keep going.
Todoroki’s tongue slips inside his mouth, licking all over and exploring. Tongues are weird, Bakugou reminds himself as he is deeply kissed, growing hotter in the pleasure with each passing second. He presses against Todoroki, feeling a bulge there that’s unmistakably—
He pulls apart with a wet noise and Todoroki stares, pupils dilated and lips red.
“You fucking shitty liar,” Bakugou mutters angrily as he sinks to his knees, tugging at Todoroki’s belt. His hands are shaking and he fumbles with the buckle. “You shitty bastard, you inexcusable motherfucker—”
“Bakugou,” Todoroki frowns and slaps away Bakugou’s hands, undoing his belt for him. “What are you saying—”
“I can’t believe that you aren’t making fun of me for my small penis size,” Bakugou mimics Todoroki’s voice in a high pitched manner, swaying his head back and forth in righteous fury.
“I was just surprised, that’s all,” Todoroki fires back. “You seem like the sort of person who calls people shrimp dick if you hate—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou says and pulls Todoroki’s pants down. He can see an obvious bulge in the cup of his boxer briefs and his mouth waters. What the fuck, he thinks darkly, this shouldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be a thing.
“It can be kind of intimidating,” Todoroki tries to placate him, his hands hovering awkwardly above Bakugou’s head.
“Have you fucking met me,” Bakugou growls and mouths over the soft cotton, giving a harsh suck. Todoroki’s thighs tremble and god, Bakugou can’t wait to get his mouth on the real thing. Tracing the edge of Todoroki’s waistband, Bakugou yanks his boxer briefs down over Todoroki’s thighs and god.
He has given blowjobs before, but none of them have been like this. He doesn’t even know where to start. The hefty balls? Or the crown that’s got a bead of precum sitting on the slit? Or the longest shaft that he’s ever seen and god, Bakugou might have girth, but Todoroki’s filled out in an impossibly large way. It’s an awfully gorgeous cock, which is a terrible thought to have in this day and age, yet fits the gorgeous person that is Todoroki Shouto and yeah, no, that’s heading into terrible and undiscovered territory. Let him just suck a dude off.
The problem is that Todoroki isn’t just a dude, but Bakugou’s got enough of a crisis being confronted with this mammoth of a cock to deal with catching unfortunate feelings. Although, to be fair, he was kind of expecting the curtains to match the drapes. Glancing up and back down, Bakugou twists his mouth as he tries to decide if it would have been better if Todoroki’s pubic hair was split down the middle, one side white while the other’s red. Instead, it’s a smattering of the two, intertwining in a rather alluring way.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Todoroki frowns, “but I’d like to be sure. Have you been tested?”
“Yeah, a month ago, and now I’m here,” Bakugou says, eyes trailing back down to be transfixed on Todoroki’s cock. He wants to reach out and wrap his hand around the shaft, but Todoroki’s right to put health first. “Have you?”
“Yeah,” Todoroki says, “two months ago. Work for you?”
“Works for me,” Bakugou says and keeps on fucking staring.
“Everything okay down there?” Todoroki is frowning, he can hear it in his voice.
“Everything’s just peachy,” Bakugou grumbles and reaches up, grabbing Todoroki’s hand and putting it on the back of his head. To prove his point, he leans in and sucks the head of Todoroki’s cock into his mouth.
Todoroki makes a choked off noise and grips Bakugou’s hair, almost painfully if it were not for the fact that Bakugou likes a little roughness. He hollows his cheek and sinks further down, his hands gripping Todoroki’s thighs that are bracketing his head. He’s at the point where he’s about to take Todoroki down his throat when he looks up, noticing that the other has his eyes screwed shut, a fist in his mouth to keep him from moaning.
That won’t fucking do.
Pulling his mouth off, Bakugou taps Todoroki’s thigh. Opening his eyes, Todoroki shakily looks down.
“Eyes and hands on me,” Bakugou demands and Todoroki nods shakily, his chest heaving with all the additional effort. Shakily, both hands are pressed against the back of his head, waiting.
Almost too casually, Bakugou says, “you can fuck my throat if you want,” and sinks down again.
Todoroki’s thighs are shaking as his hands push against the back of Bakugou’s head, almost hunched over in pleasure. The noises that are spilling from his lips drive Bakugou mad, soft yes’s and please and more, his own cock perking up in arousal, and Todoroki’s cock pistons in and out of his mouth, halfway down Bakugou’s throat when he comes with a loud shout, his head thunking loudly back against the wall as he clenches in Bakugou’s hair for dear life.
Since he’s done this before, Bakugou takes it like a champ, sucking Todoroki until the other squirms in his mouth, tugging at his hair to pull him off rather than push him down. Letting the cock slip from his mouth, Bakugou gulps air greedily, his chest heaving up and down.
“Bakugou,” Todoroki says at last, “I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my life.”
Ignoring the sense of pride and happiness that blooms through his chest, Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Of course you haven’t.”
“Come with me,” Todoroki says and straightens up. He’s glorious and confident in his nakedness, a light sheen of sweat dusting his chest. He bends over to press a quick kiss against Bakugou’s lips before sauntering off, a swing of his hip drawing Bakugou’s attention down.
Dumbly, Bakugou follows him to the bedroom. Here, he’s not even surprised by the custom tatami mat floor, although he is surprised that there’s a bed, frame and all, rather than just a futon on the floor. Todoroki pulls him in front, pressing soft kisses against his lips as his coat is pushed off of his shoulders. Bakugou blinks as Todoroki tugs off his shirt, guiding him until the back of his knees hits the bed and he lets himself fall back, sprawled out on the sheets.
“What are you doing?” Bakugou asks like an idiot.
“What does it look like,” Todoroki snorts as he reaches for the waistband of Bakugou’s pants. He reaches in front of Bakugou’s face and snaps his fingers twice. “Keep up.”
Todoroki tugs until Bakugou lifts his hips up, pulling his pants down his legs and tossing them away after they’re free. Bakugou scrambles back further onto the bed and Todoroki follows, all sinuous and graceful like a switch has been flipped. With another tug, Bakugou’s underwear is tossed onto the floor, and now they’re both in a similar state of dress.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m repaying the favor,” is all the warning Bakugou gets before Todoroki sinks down, licking a hot and wet stripe from Bakugou’s balls to his tip, sucking harshly at the head while tonguing his slit. Bakugou shudders, unable to tear his eyes away as Todoroki takes him down in one swift moment, pulling off with a wet pop that makes Bakugou’s knees weak.
“Feel good?” Todoroki asks and takes one of Bakugou’s balls into his mouth, his hot tongue laving it with attention. If Bakugou’s mind wasn’t swimming, it sure as hell is now.
“You always talk this much?” Bakugou isn’t complaining, but it’s unexpected.
“There is a better use for my mouth,” Todoroki comments and wraps two delicate fingers around the base of Bakugou’s cock, sinking down and bobbing his head down and back up, making sure to tongue at Bakugou’s slit.
Almost embarrassed, Bakugou slings an arm over his eyes as choked off moans spill involuntarily. He twists and turns, unsure as to why the pleasure has increased from any previous flings. Is it because he’s coming off a dry spell? His face is red and he’s fairly sure that he’s shuddering, body twitching with every harsh lick to his slit. Todoroki keeps bobbing up and down and shit, he’s so close, god—
“Todoroki,” he chokes out and that’s all he can say before he comes so hard that he feels his brain leave into the hot, wet heat of Todoroki’s mouth.
He’s sprawled out on the bed, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Bakugou,” he feels like he faintly hears Todoroki call for him but he’s too embarrassed to speak, so he just lays there. “Bakugou, hey, Katsuki—”
“We’re not fucking first name basis,” he musters, channeling his inner anger that’s usually there. His most faithful friend. When he looks up at Todoroki, the other’s got a weird expression, especially for someone who just had a dick in his mouth. He wants to wipe the smile off of his face.
“Call me Shouto,” Todoroki urges.
“No,” Bakugou instantly shoots it down, his eyes trailing from Todoroki’s face to where his cock sits innocently in his lap, his own stirring as if ready for a round two, toeing the line between sensitive and oversensitive.
“Why not?” Todoroki asks and this may be one of the worst conversations he’s had after coming. And that’s counting the man who wanted his signature.
“Because that’s your first name,” Bakugou hisses and swats the air in front of Todoroki irritably.
“You call me it when we’re fighting villains,” Todoroki points out, inching closer to Bakugou’s face.
“Because it’s also your hero name,” he says as he leans away, uncomfortable. “And that’s just weird.”
“Why?” There’s a hand sliding up and down his thigh that feels really good. Bakugou’s tempted to throw in the towel just so they can advance to Round Two.
“Well, you don’t call me Katsuki,” Bakugou attempts to reason, part of him wondering if Todoroki’s got lube in this bedroom. Maybe he does, Bakugou thinks, he’s probably had sex with numerous partners before him.
“I can,” Todoroki says like a promise and reaches out towards his drawer. “I also want to fuck you, can I?”
His mind short-circuits with the word, “fuck”, dropping from Todoroki’s lips, but he’s been waiting in anticipation for the other to ask.
“Yes,” he agrees far too fast and far too easily.
“Okay,” Todoroki says and pulls out a bottle of lube. Bakugou notes that it’s been slightly used and something ridiculous inside of him is angry that Todoroki has done this with other people, the other, much larger part of him, is thrilled to know that he’s not dealing with a virgin. Then again, a virgin probably couldn’t suck dick like that.
Todoroki drizzles lube into his hand and Bakugou turns over, parting his legs willingly.
“No,” there’s a hand wrapped around his ankle, trying to turn him back around.
“What.” Irritated, Bakugou turns back around. His dick is still perky as ever, which is fucking annoying considering that he’s going to have blue balls by the time that Todoroki decides to fuck him.
“I want to see you,” Todoroki says simply, circling one long finger around Bakugou’s asshole before sinking it in, pressing until he’s knuckle deep.
“What kind of ridiculous shit are you spouting,” Bakugou uses the last of his two brain cells to mutter before moaning, whining as he parts his legs even further, one hand grasping the sheet while the other covers his face as Todoroki adds another, finger-fucking him slow and deep. Bakugou presses down to meet him, harder, and starts to fuck himself on Todoroki’s fingers.
“Stop it,” Todoroki mutters and swats Bakugou’s thigh with his free hand, stinging slightly. Reaching up and changing the angle, causing Bakugou to hiss, Todoroki grabs the hand covering Bakugou’s face and tugs it off, lacing their fingers together near Bakugou’s hip. He slows the thrusts of his fingers, adds a third finger, and pushes in again.
Bakugou keens, teeth grinding against each other as he tries to stop moaning.
“You alright?” Todoroki thrusts in and out.
“I’d be better if you fucked me,” Bakugou pants out, face turning so that his cheek is against the sheets.
“Patience,” Todoroki mutters and crooks his fingers. He rubs vigorously and Bakugou splutters, moaning as Todoroki drags his crooked fingers down against his prostate.
He can hear the telltale huff of a Todoroki laugh after he keens, his back arching off the sheets like a taut bow. Todoroki doesn’t allow him to rest, continuing to curl his fingers again until Bakugou looks like he’s about to snap in half if he arches any further up. He calls Todoroki’s name in a warning at first, to tell him that he’s going to punch him when this is all over, but now it’s become a mantra where he can’t control the name falling from his lips. Todoroki massages his prostate thoroughly every time he slowly drags in and out of his asshole, not letting him rest through the spikes of pleasure that are causing beady precome to pool and slide off his stomach. Todoroki keeps going, getting him more and more keyed up for what’s to come.
“Fuck,” he manages to get out through moans, gripping Todoroki’s hand that’s not buried in his ass, clutching so hard that their palms are pressed against each other, “just, do it, already.”
Todoroki’s hand stills and Bakugou uses the brief respite to catch his breath.
“Okay,” Todoroki says, “let me find a condom.”
“Those fit on you?” Bakugou feels a bit of his mind come back when Todoroki’s fingers finally drag out of his ass.
“Condoms can fit a lot,” Todoroki mutters as he grabs the foil, eying his other lubed up hand with slight concern.
“Give it here, jackass,” Bakugou says and reaches out, ripping the package open for him and pulling out the condom. He pinches the tip of the condom, placing it on the head of Todoroki’s cock and unrolling the condom all the way down to the base. “Christ, think before you finger someone’s ass.”
“Didn’t look like you were complaining,” Todoroki teases, positioning himself against Bakugou’s hole. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Bakugou grunts and nods, wrapping his legs around Todoroki’s waist and pressing his thighs against his ribcage. “Are you always this noisy?”
Fixing Bakugou with a look that suggests he’s annoyed rather than fond, Todoroki sighs. “It’s not worth it if it doesn’t feel good, right?”
“Ugh,” Bakugou groans, embarrassed. “I doubt it’ll feel fucking bad, you shitty asshole.”
“Tell me if it hurts,” is all the warning he gets before Todoroki presses in, agonizingly slowly against the resistance of his body. Even with Todoroki’s insistent fingering, Bakugou is taking a while to open up to him, and they both end up having to take a breather when Todoroki’s only got the head of his cock in.
“Holy shit,” Bakugou heaves in gulps of air. “Holy shit.”
Todoroki shudders as he bends over Bakugou, his hot breaths coming out against Bakugou’s ear.
Forcing himself to relax, Bakugou wheezes. “Fucking move, dipshit.”
It does hurt, like hell, and Bakugou lets his complaints be known so that Todoroki is forced to stop every inch or so. But eventually, his patience runs so thin and it starts to feel good, good enough for him to outweigh the hurt of pain by the sensation of fullness washing over him, and Todoroki bottoms out and the other presses a quick kiss against his shoulder when he does so. Bakugou stares down, amazed that such a lethal weapon was able to fit, his body’s fucking incredible isn’t it, and he drags his eyes up to look at Todoroki.
The other is gazing at him with such intensity that Bakugou feels embarrassed, gingerly moving up so that their teeth can clack against each other as he tries to kiss him out of staring at him.
“Fuck,” Todoroki hisses in between kisses, “Bakugou, don’t move, you clench up when you do.”
“I’ll kill you if you prematurely ejaculate,” Bakugou complains but otherwise stays still, getting accustomed to the feeling of Todoroki inside of him.
“Says the guy who came too quickly after my blowjob,” Todoroki hums nonchalantly, his hands rubbing up and down Bakugou’s abs, tweaking a nipple here and there.
“I was already horny from sucking your massive dick, shitlord,” Bakugou sneers, twitching anytime Todoroki touches something particularly sensitive. He quite likes it when Todoroki rubs his hands around the inner parts of his thighs and directs him down there to do so.
“You get off sucking my cock?” Todoroki asks, raising an eyebrow as he massages circles into Bakugou’s thighs. “Can you come from me fucking your mouth?”
“I’m getting off with your cock inside of me,” Bakugou mutters. “So move, you idiot.”
Todoroki drags his cock out and Bakugou moans, gripping the bedsheets so tightly that he’s vaguely sure that they’re going to rip.
“Bakugou, you’re so tight,” Todoroki sighs as he inches back in, and Bakugou fucking knows, he feels impossibly tight, his wet dreams of the week not taking into account how tight he’d be, just Todoroki’s massive cock thrusting in and out of his body, relentlessly dragging against his prostate to bring him to orgasm.
Eventually, Bakugou starts snapping his hips down to meet Todoroki’s cock. His body is taking longer than he’d like to adjust and he wants it to happen now. He’s impatient, sure, but Todoroki needs to move faster than a fucking iceberg otherwise he might as well just fuck himself on a dildo and call it a night.
“Move faster,” Bakugou demands and Todoroki snorts, a bit of a smirk on his lips as if he was waiting for Bakugou to snap. He drags his cock out and shoves himself deep into Bakugou with a hard thrust, causing Bakugou to cry out and convulse, holding onto dear life as he twists the bedsheets.
“Wrap your arms around me,” Todoroki says and Bakugou shakes his head no, because that’s a fucking weird, so Todoroki rolls his eyes and doesn’t push it.
Obediently, he picks up the pace. Bakugou moans loudly, Todoroki’s name and incoherent pleading from his mouth, and Todoroki bends over and captures Bakugou’s lips in a bruising kiss. The new angle causes Todoroki to hit his prostate and blur the edges of his vision, where the tongue that enters his mouth copies the actions, swirling and sliding over his own tongue and turning his mind into mush. The only sounds that echo in the bedroom are the slap of skin against skin and Bakugou’s muffled moans of pleasure that are greedily swallowed up by Todoroki’s continuous kisses.
Bakugou thinks he could come just from this, but it’s unlikely. He reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock and Todoroki’s hand joins him, pumping him furiously that Bakugou just has to hang on for the ride. If anything, this sexual encounter proves that Todoroki’s a phenomenal multitasker. Bakugou can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure from being kissed and having his prostate furiously dragged against and having his cock jerked off against the callouses of Todoroki’s palm, and he doesn’t realize he’s coming until it’s too late, panting wetly against Todoroki’s mouth as he says, “wait, wait.”
“My name,” Todoroki implores him and fuck, his mind is swimming too hard for him to realize why that’s a bad idea.
“Shouto,” Bakugou murmurs again and again, mouth hanging open and drooling, as Todoroki continues to fuck him through his orgasm, praises falling from his lips. “Shouto,” he weakly murmurs when Todoroki tells him that he looks so good like this, so perfect coming apart underneath him, and it only takes a few more thrusts for Todoroki to come, biting Bakugou’s shoulder and thrusting through his own orgasm as he fills the condom.
When he’s done, Todoroki collapses on top of him, still inside. Bakugou commits the groan that Todoroki made as he came to memory, the other’s mouth hot and wet against his shoulder; that’s going into the special part of his brain so he can replay it again and again when he needs to.
Slowly, Todoroki lifts himself off of Bakugou and pulls out. Bakugou hisses, hole clenching around nothing, but otherwise doesn’t move. With practiced ease, Todoroki ties the condom off and tosses it into a trash bin. He enters the attached bathroom and there’s the sound of running water being turned on and then off. Shortly afterwards, he’s back on the bed, a warm presence against Bakugou’s side. A warm wet cloth drops onto Bakugou’s chest and, when he makes no move to clean himself up, Todoroki huffs and cleans him off for him, wiping his body down and then discarding the cloth onto the floor.
“That was better than I had imagined,” Bakugou admits, because he’s in a really good mood.
“You dreamed about this?” Todoroki asks, surprise in his voice.
“Shut up,” Bakugou snorts and damn, he just feels so good, limp, and boneless. Intensely comfortable that he could fall asleep if he wanted to. But the dull throb of pain on his shoulder makes him slap a hand up there and fuck—
“Bastard, did you bite me?” Bakugou hisses.
“You gave me too many hickies when we started,” Todoroki hums and Bakugou can imagine the litany of bruises that are going to show up tomorrow. “It’s payback, right?”
“Ugh,” Bakugou groans and drags a hand down over his face.
“What’s wrong?” Todoroki asks, rolling onto his side and eying Bakugou’s face with a concerned expression.
“This didn’t fucking work,” Bakugou mutters. So much for his plan of going out to dinner to remind himself that Todoroki was an asshole who happened to be well-endowed. He should have left thinking that Todoroki had a small dick, damn it.
“What are you talking about?” There’s an edge that creeps into Todoroki’s voice that makes Bakugou feel a twinge of panic settling into his own stomach.
“I went out with you tonight to remind myself why I hated you and why I shouldn’t sleep with you,” Bakugou grumbles, honesty coming out before he can think against it.
Todoroki snorts, flopping back down onto his back. He grabs a pillow from the headrest and drags it down, pushing at Bakugou’s head until Bakugou lifts up, sliding the pillow underneath.
“Well, that clearly worked,” Todoroki retorts.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou says, rolling onto his side to face the other as Todoroki grabs another pillow for himself and pulls up a comforter, “I just said it fucking didn’t.”
“Go to sleep,” Todoroki shifts, facing Bakugou so that they’re staring into each other’s eyes, and looks like he wants to say something. After what looked like to be a period of consideration, Todoroki finally closes his eyes. “I’ll listen to your complaints in the morning.”
“You fucking better,” Bakugou mutters, and, content on having the final word, goes to sleep.