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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Sparring, Light_Dom/sub, Begging, Choking, Praise_Kink, Established
      Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-18 Words: 6308
****** Hold Me Down and Tell Me I'm Pretty ******
by KiyashiWrites
Summary
     Todoroki fights sloppily when he's desperate for someone to take his
     control from him.
     Bakugou took up that role a long time ago.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Todoroki dodges, feet dancing as he circles around Bakugou. A fist belonging to
the latter suddenly flies past Todoroki’s face and precedes a shimmering
explosion. The resulting air displacement has Todoroki raising his eyebrows. He
knows fighting Bakugou isn’t going to be easy, but he doesn’t have much of a
choice thanks to their strict curriculum and Aizawa’s ruthless teaching
methods.
Todoroki plants his foot and unleashes an ice wall in his opponent’s direction,
the wave rippling from his right side as natural as the sea. It’s smoother than
it had been that morning, when his father had demanded that he practice until
he collapsed.
“Trying that again, Elsa?”Bakugou’s voice rings out, cocky and sure, before he
plants his foot and throws his palm out in front of him. The explosion shatters
Todoroki’s ice and turns it into a pathetic puff of frost.
Bakugou comes rushing out of the cloud and tries to tackle Todoroki.
Tries.
Todoroki merely throws up another wall of ice to protect himself, not bothering
to brace himself as much this time, and Bakugou bounces off of it, crying out
in surprise.
Nearby, Aizawa looks to his stopwatch, face bored and scarves still.
The wall shatters less than a second later, throwing Todoroki off guard.
Bakugou storms forward, explosions crackling in his palms as Todoroki starts
stepping backwards in an attempt to put some distance between them while he
thinks of a new plan, thoughts cloudy for more than just his new intense
training regimen.
Todoroki sometimes hates how Bakugou makes him feel because of how inconvenient
it is. How watching a simple U.A. t-shirt stretch over his pecs, his abs, and
the strong muscles of his back make Todoroki feel like he needs to drink three
glasses of water immediately. How Bakugou’s cocky smirk somehow goes straight
to Todoroki’s dick every. Single. Time.
“You need a new move, Candy Cane,” Bakugou lunges while Todoroki is daydreaming
about what Bakugou would look like with his shirt off right now, and Todoroki’s
left hand flies up in pure reaction, fire in it wake, shooting flames towards
the other boy. He’s not throwing them long enough to burn, but they do cause
Bakugou to stagger.
Todoroki centers himself and ices over the floor in front of him into a small
incline that is just the right height to trip the other boy. It takes less
energy, a plus in Todoroki’s book. Bakugou takes a few blind steps forward,
then only one more until—
Bakugou catches himself and without a single warning and fires an explosion in
Todoroki’s personal space.
Todoroki grunts and tosses up more ice, out of reflex again. It’s sloppy,
though, and it shows.
Bakugou breaks through the loose structure, fires off another explosion, and
kicks Todoroki’s leg out from under him before giving him a push, landing him
flat on his back hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
Bakugou is on him in an instant, attempting to grab at his arms to immobilize
him. “Stop fighting, I won!”
“Not yet you haven’t!” Todoroki’s vision erupts in flame and Bakugou seems to
fly backward in his haste to get away.
Aizawa still stands on the sidelines, flat and silent. He glances at his
stopwatch, noting that the two have several minutes left. The rest of 1-A is
close behind him, watching the fight with rapt attention.
The two stand up and it’s a flurry of quirks, a mess of ice and fire and
explosions, and in the middle of it all, Bakugou starts noticing that Todoroki
is fighting harder than normal. His moves are becoming more rash and less
thought out the longer their spar goes on. Todoroki is coughing up frost, which
means that not only is he reaching the limit of his quirk but he’s approaching
it faster than normal. Bakugou knows he normally would have stopped by now to
regulate his temperature enough to avoid passing out.
Something is wrong.
He stares at Todoroki, finally looks at his face, and sees the usual amount of
determination but also more than a hint of raw desperation. His eyebrows are
angled inwards, like Todoroki is looking for something and not finding it.
“Come on, Bakugou!” Todoroki shouts, voice nearly breaking. Bakugou can hear
how close it is “Is that all you have? Give me all you’ve got!” He coughs and
frost puffs from his lungs again.
Bakugou glares at him, offended. “You think I’m not?”
He rushes forward—powered by Explosion this time—and lands a hit on Todoroki’s
left shoulder. The other boy screams from the impact and then rears back and
erupts in flame. Bakugou is careful to avoid the fire, ducking before letting
out a war cry and kicking out at Todoroki’s leg. His boot makes contact, but
Todoroki catches himself.
His stance is off, though, so when Bakugou aims the next hit, Todoroki
stumbles. He’s weakened, and Bakugou is all too happy to take advantage of
this. He notices that Todoroki has ceased using his quirk, probably to prevent
more damage to his internal systems. “Too afraid to ice me now, are you? Not
fond enough of that right side?”
“Shut up, Bakugou!” Todoroki shouts, but Bakugou can hear that his words have
gotten to him. It’s rare, but when it happens Bakugou knows .
But before Bakugou can really grasp what he’s done, a wall of flame is headed
straight for him. He hardly has enough time to close his eyes to avoid the
worst of it, backing up far enough that the flames don’t damage him.
Bakugou’s hands come up, but then he’s pushed to the ground, floundering.
Todoroki may be rash and reckless right now, but he’s still stronger than
Bakugou when given the right set of circumstances. Right now is one of those
times.
Within a few hard fought seconds, Todoroki has a knee between his shoulder
blades and a boot pressed over Bakugou’s dominant arm, holding it to the
ground. Todoroki remains frustratingly still while Bakugou struggles, wheezing,
and they both hear Aizawa shout in monotone, “3, 2, 1, Todoroki wins. Again.”
Bakugou had been too blind to Todoroki’s actions that he had missed the point.
The real signal Todoroki had been throwing at him the whole time.
Todoroki had wanted Bakugou to beat him.
Bakugou falls limp at the announcement and Todoroki lets him go and stands up
after Aizawa is through. The two bow to one another and then rejoin the rest of
the class.
“Midoriya and Uraraka, you’re up,” Aizawa says next.
“You’re going down, Deku!” Uraraka shouts.
Midoriya cracks his knuckles. “Not if I have anything to say about it!”
                                      -x-
Bakugou can pinpoint exactly when their series of trysts had started. Todoroki
had opened up to him about his personal life, realized what had happened, and
had gotten mad about it. They’d ended up fighting and Bakugou had overpowered
him. Something in Todoroki had snapped, broken, and torn. He’d gone slack, his
face had softened, and the corners of his mouth had turned upwards in the
barest hints of a smile as his head had fallen back against the floor. For the
first time, Bakugou had seen his classmate relax.
“I think,” Todoroki had started, paused, and then proceeded as blunt as always.
“That when you’re in control, I don’t have to be.”
That had been enough for Bakugou, for it fed his desire tocontrol in addition
to providing for Todoroki’s need to give it up. One long conversation about
boundaries later, and the two had quickly moved into some semblance of a
relationship based around cathartic release.
So when Bakugou knocks on Todoroki’s dorm room door wearing nothing but a black
tank top and sweatpants, Todoroki opens it, bleary and sleepy-eyed like he
always is this time of night. A few seconds later, Todoroki finds himself
pressed against the back of a locked door with one strong fist in his t-shirt
and the other working to bat his hands away.
One hand gets through, wrapping around the arm that’s grasping his t-shirt.
It starts heating up.
Bakugou rips Todoroki’s hand away and holds it by the wrist to avoid the
scorching palm. “No quirks, you know the rules.”
Todoroki sighs, eyes glinting in the darkness. “What are you doing here? I’m
fine.”
“Like hell I’m going to believe that! You’re not.”
“Yes I am, now let me go.”Todoroki says firmly, but makes no move to force
Bakugou to release him.
“You were fucking rash earlier!” Bakugou nearly shouts, and the hand wrapped
around Todoroki’s shifts to hold it against the wall. Todoroki resists
slightly, but only enough to show that he’s not entirely submitting to
Bakugou’s advances. Not yet. Bakugou knows he needs to be pushed a little
harder before he gets that honour.
“I was not—” Todoroki tries to say, but his voice is hardly a squeak because
even he doesn’t believe that. As much as he’s taller than Bakugou, the shorter
boy seems so much bigger than Todoroki would otherwise give him credit for.
Their height difference means nothing, not when Bakugou is so easily attacking
him.
“You only get that desperate when there’s something on your mind, when you’re
distracted,” he gives Todoroki’s arm a push, pressing it further against the
door. The taller boy slows his movements. “And when there’s something on your
mind, you need it to be worked out of you.” Bakugou eyes him curiously, meeting
his heterochromatic gaze. A single callused hand wraps softly around Todoroki’s
neck, caressing it, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing gently across the skin
under his jaw. “Are you sure you don’t need this?”
Todoroki sighs, shifts his feet, and stares behind the other boy. Bakugou knows
it’s all taking the place of an answer because he doesn’t want to talk.
“Come on, Candy Cane,” Bakugou says, voice impatient, giving Todoroki’s neck a
light squeeze. He wants to get this show on the road. “Say it.”
Todoroki knows exactly when he had started trusting Bakugou. He’d been slammed
into a carpeted floor, unable to move, and he’d realized that he had more to
worry about than what his father was going to do to him because of his latest
test grade. Bakugou had told him to calm down, and oh, how hypocritical that
had been. But Todoroki had just let it all go, because while having Bakugou on
top of him was worrisome, yes, the other boy hadn’t wanted to hurt him, just
immobilize him.
And Todoroki had learned that he had liked it.
Sure, Bakugou had hurt him on the field plenty of times, but he’d never hurt
him off of it, and somehow he knows exactly what Todoroki needs even before he
does. Every. Single. Time.
Which is exactly where he is now. Bakugou knowing what he needs before Todoroki
knows.
Todoroki nods, but doesn’t look at him.
“You gotta fucking say it, shortcake,” Bakugou says. “Out loud.”
Todoroki’s eyes instantly flash up to his, defiant and sure with a hint of
anger. Just the way Bakugou likes him. It means there’s more to take apart
because there’s more to work with. More for Bakugou to destroy and put back
together again.
Todoroki’s eyes burn as he echoes their match from before. “Give me all you’ve
got.”
Bakugou smiles. “Fire?” He recites their safeword.
Todoroki doesn’t hesitate in his confirmation. “Fire.”
Bakugou’s lips meet his in a flash of teeth and sweat and smoke. He tastes like
flame as he invades Todoroki’s mouth, and Todoroki can do little but take it,
body held firmly to the door by Bakugou’s weight alone.
He tests it, curiously wiggling a little, and Bakugou presses farther, lips
moving to nip at the shell of his ear, his forehead against the door. The hand
still around Todoroki’s neck drops, reaching for his other wrist. Todoroki
fights him for it, but Bakugou’s hand eventually snatches it, holding it to the
door. “Shhhhhh,” he all but snarls. “Let me take care of you, dammit.” He
punctuates his statement with a sharp bite to Todoroki’s ear, and while he
flinches, the sensation goes straight to his dick.
A leg slots itself in between Todoroki’s before the other can reply and grinds
upwards as Bakugou catches Todoroki’s reaction to his previous bite. He then
sinks his teeth into the meat of his shoulder and his body feels the force of
Todoroki’s sudden buck enough to have the grip on Todoroki’s arms falter
slightly. The taller boy makes no move to escape, though. He won’t, Bakugou
knows. Not for the rest of the night. He wantsto be here.
Todoroki’s choked moan is music to Bakugou’s ears and his fingers curl in an
effort to hold back the next. Bakugou notices his restraint but doesn’t call
him on it. He’ll let Todoroki think he got away with it for now. He all at once
releases the taller boy, grabs him by the red and white strands of his hair,
and unceremoniously pulls him to the double bed that Todoroki has so nicely set
up in his dorm room.
Todoroki hisses in pain but doesn’t cry out, moving with Bakugou until he’s
thrown forward onto the small mattress, nearly careening into the wall with the
force of the action. He turns around, on his knees, not bothering to sort out
the tousled hair in his eyes, and sees Bakugou standing over him with something
manic in his eyes, like he knows something Todoroki doesn’t and refuses to tell
him.
With a chuckle Bakugou descends onto the bed, one knee after the other, and
grabs Todoroki’s arm, the closest and most accessible body part available to
him. He’s immediately pulling Todoroki towards him and Todoroki scrambles, just
a little, unsure of what the blonde is planning.
All Bakugou does is grabs his shoulders as soon as he can reach them, pull him
forward and whisper, “you’re beautiful.”
Todoroki freezes. Bakugou has said many things to him during the time they’ve
spent at UA, but never once that.Not even when they’d been tangled in the
sheets so long that they’d forgotten the rest of the world had existed. Not
even when Bakugou had fucked him into a bathroom wall after a festival, when
Todoroki had been wearing his prettiest kimono. But no, now,after a regular day
at school, Todoroki had received a compliment from Bakugou.
The other boy chuckles lowly against Todoroki’s neck when he realizes that he’d
tensed at the praise. When Todoroki is still for another long while, he says,
“No really, you’re fucking pretty.”
Todoroki can’t breathe.
“A goddamn gem that shines, a treasure.”
He barely refrains from choking on air.
The chuckle vibrates against his shoulder again, and then he’s being maneuvered
down with his back against the mattress while Bakugou is between his legs. He’s
in such shock that he hardly notices Bakugou removing his shirt for him and
laying his wrists above his head, and can only nod when Bakugou tells him to
keep them there. There’s a gentle slapping against his cheeks when the shorter
boy notices Todoroki’s eyes are unfocused. “Hey, beautiful boy, you heard me,
right?”
                                      -x-
“You can’t expect me not to move.” Todoroki had once said after Bakugou had
demanded him to be still, arms out to his sides while he’s flat on his back and
stark naked before the other boy who had remained frustratingly clothed. “Don’t
you think that rope would—”
Bakugou had come close to him and Todoroki had swallowed because he’d felt so
small. “If I’m doing my job right I should be able to keep you down by my word
alone,” Todoroki had let out an involuntary gasp, and Bakugou had caught it
with a kiss and a smirk. “Now, stay. Still. Got it?”
                                      -x-
“Yes,” Todoroki says, dazed but coherent. “I did.” He lazily flops his hands
for emphasis. “Not moving, got it.” He called me pretty.He looks Bakugou up and
down, noticing he still has his tank top and sweat pants on. “And hey, if I’m
getting undressed so are you.”
Bakugou surges upwards, a hand on Todoroki’s neck again with the other moving
up his arms to rest on the place where they’re crossed above his head. The heat
between their bodies radiates and makes Todoroki’s mouth dry. His eyes widen
minutely and Bakugou notices because he knows what to look for. “Tell me, do
you fucking make the rules?”
Todoroki is silent because he knows how their game is played.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” Bakugou says, sliding back down his body, the
fabric of his shirt running smoothly over Todoroki’s bare skin. “Tch.”
Surprisingly, Bakugou takes off his shirt and Todoroki has to work to keep the
smug grin off his face as he takes in the other boy’s broad chest and muscled
arms, both slightly glistening from new sweat. The muscle beneath the other’s
skin ripples as he moves, and Todoroki can almost feel the strength that lies
there just by looking at him. Feel corded muscle wrap around his trembling,
naked body, holding him as he cries out for release—
Bakugou’s deft hands suddenly pull down his sweatpants and his underwear, all
in one go, freeing his cock and exposing it to the cool air of the dorm room.
Todoroki lets out a shaky breath as Bakugou eyes his dick curiously, taking
note of its swollen and bulging form and the gentle curve pronounced and
clearly displayed.
“Figures,” Bakugou scoffs. “Just like you to get hard without me having even
touched you. Wonder if you could come just from this.”
Todoroki’s eyes widen in alarm.
“Relax, pretty,” Bakugou throws out the compliment like it’s nothing, but
Todoroki’s twitching dick says otherwise. “Some other time.”
Todoroki’s hands shake, wanting to curl in on himself every time Bakugou
reveals him like this. Being insecure isn’t anything to be ashamed of,
especially in the bedroom, but Todoroki hasn’t learned that yet. Not really.
When it’s Bakugou who’s naked, the other boy is all too happy to show off, but
Todoroki is far from feeling that kind of confidence, even if the two of them
had been doing this for months now.
Bakugou’s hand, warm but rough, wraps around Todoroki’s touch-starved length
gently. “What’s on your mind?” Bakugou suddenly asks. “You know you have to
tell me or you’re never going to get over it. Get it off your chest and all
that.”
Todoroki sighs. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”Todoroki says, attempting
defiance but the resulting quiet that waits for him is too much. He might be
far more patient than Bakugou outside of their trysts, but he isn’t when his
pants are off with Bakugou’s hands on his dick. “My father upped my training
regimen and is training me more on my left side.”
A pause when Todoroki doesn’t continue.
Bakugou’s crimson eyes accuse him more than his voice does. “That’s not fucking
it. I’m not an idiot.”
“No, it is.” Todoroki tries and fails to convince him.
“Come on, Peppermint. Don’t lie to me,” he gives his dick a rough squeeze and
Todoroki gets the picture, letting off another choked moan of pleasure when
it’s followed by a deft twist of the wrist.
“It’s cutting into the time I get to see my mom, okay? I just miss—It sounds
stupid but…” Todoroki’s voice trails off and Bakugou takes pity on him, pausing
to come back up to his face  and reassure him with a kiss.
“Not stupid. It’s life. It fucking sucks and we don’t know what’s going to hit
us until it does.” Bakugou seems to accept his answer this time, as he speeds
up his strokes, twisting his hand effortlessly around Todoroki’s cock, fingers
working up and down the shaft and playing Todoroki like a fiddle.
“Am I right?” Bakugou asks him like he isn’t causing the other’s brain to short
circuit. To Todoroki’s immediate surprise, a hot wetness covers the tip of his
dick as Bakugou slips his lips around it. He teases it with his teeth and
Todoroki wants to die. Bakugou’s tongue ghosts over the slit and something in
Todoroki gets close to breaking, and he quickly finds it harder to think
straight.
“Yes. P-probably,” Todoroki can’t suppress a full body shudder that has him
playing right into Bakugou’s hands. “I don’t know.”
Bakugou strokes a little faster, and Todoroki lets out a harsh breath as
Bakugou removes his lips from Todoroki’s cock with a brief pop. He looks up at
him, lips wet and warns, “Peppermint…” before putting Todoroki’s dick back into
his mouth and sucking gently. He glances up and sees Todoroki’s arms straining
with the effort not to move, and Bakugou is pleased with how well he’s trained
him. The laugh he lets out is transferred into a tantalizing vibration, and
Todoroki trembles at the sensation.
“Y-you’ve got to be k-kidding me. You know I’m in n-no state to answer that,
Bakugou,” he gets out, barely, knuckles turning white and breathing growing
uneven.
Todoroki realizes his mistake the second Bakugou takes his mouth off of him,
cold air ghosting over his dick. The emptiness hits him like a pound of bricks.
“K-katsuki, you can’t b-be serious, Katsuki.”He nervously corrects with
emphasis, finishing with the weakest of smiles.
Bakugou cocks a wicked grin that overpowers Todoroki’s as he lets go of his
cock to lean over the taller boy, head blocking out the light and casting
Todoroki in shadow. His eyes stare into Todoroki’s soul, making him transparent
and easy to read with nowhere to hide.
“I’m going to fuck you until you cry,”Bakugou promises, voice sharp, and
Todoroki gulps as he turns red. Bakugou reaches over to the bedside table,
shuffling around for the needed supplies that Todoroki always keeps in the
bottom drawer.
He eyes Todoroki’s wiggling wrists curiously when he’s done. It means the
taller boy is nervous, and while Bakugou likes a healthy amount of that, he
only likes that much. “You doing okay? Give me a color.”
Todoroki’s answer is immediate. “Green.”
Bakugou sighs in relief. “Good boy, that’s my good, pretty boy,” he says and
Todoroki’s arms still at the praise, his head falling back further onto his
pillow. Todoroki’s head turns fuzzy and again he’s caught off guard when
Bakugou moves, hiking one of Todoroki’s bare legs up over his shoulder and
leaning forward to stretch it. He hovers close, and there’s a loud pop next to
Todoroki’s ear as Bakugou opens the container of lube, squirting a generous
amount of the liquid onto his fingers. The bottle drops down next to Todoroki’s
head and he knows it won’t be the last time Bakugou reaches for it.
He sees Bakugou’s crimson smirk before a surprisingly warm finger is circling
around the smooth muscle of his entrance.
Todoroki jerks but can’t move with how Bakugou has him positioned. He always
gets jumpy when Bakugou really starts working him. “K—Katsu—”
“Shhhhh, beautiful,” Bakugou is gentle with him, rubbing his free hand up and
down his right side, scratching at the frosting and defrosting areas that show
up every now and then while Bakugou continues to finger him. He waits the ring
of muscle to relax before he pushes in, his index finger probing carefully
inside of Todoroki, feeling up and down the walls of heat inside the boy now
lying pliant beneath him.
Bakugou’s finger searches until Todoroki cries out, arms flying forward to grab
onto something, anything that he can find purchase on. His hands find
themselves tangled in Bakugou’s hair, and the blonde ceases his circles inside
Todoroki, face far too composed as he glances up at him, red eyes burning. The
finger within him is removed and Todoroki almost whines.
Bakugou waggles it in Todoroki’s face glancing up at the hands wrapped in his
locks. “I fucking knew you’d pull this shit tonight.” Then, without warning, he
grabs Todoroki’s other leg and throws it over his shoulder. In the next second
he grasps Todoroki’s arms, pressing hard on the inside of his wrists to force
his hands to release themselves from Bakugou’s hair. After that, Todoroki finds
himself pushed into the mattress and held fast under Bakugou’s weight, the
shorter boy smiling wide at how thoroughly he’s trapped him. “But if that’s how
you want to play it, I’ll play, gorgeous.” Bakugou releases Todoroki’s left
hand in lieu of moving it downwards, back to its original and more important
task of working Todoroki open. “You gotta fucking let go of yourself. You’re
still too present,and when you’re under my control you shouldn’t be present.”
Todoroki has to concentrate hard not to come then and there, not when Bakugou
adds a second finger and not when he twists his digits at an angle that has
Todoroki seeing white sparks dance across his vision. “H-how do you h-have your
brain right now?”
“Who’s to say I do?” Bakugou tells him, and then Todoroki can see it. How
swollen Bakugou’s cock is, untouched and engorged, ready.Bakugou’s body is
dripping with sweat and Todoroki can see Bakugou’s own desperation if he thinks
about anything beyond the fingers in his ass. “Doesn’t matter, seems like
you’re ready for me.” Bakugou pulls out his fingers and Todoroki attempts to
chase them but finds again that he can’t. To his own horror he realizes he’s
not going to be able to keep up with Bakugou, only take whatever Bakugou gives
him. He’ll have no leverage this way, and—
Todoroki misses Bakugou removing the rest of his clothing entirely, only caught
off guard by the sound of Bakugou lubing up his cock with one hand after
putting a condom on. He only has a second before he feels the hardness pressing
against him, then pushing inside far too slowly for Todoroki’s liking. Todoroki
wants to move towards it, wants to take in more of it, but again, Bakugou has
him strategically positioned to only take what Bakugou gives him, and nothing
more.
“Katsuki, you bast—”
Bakugou thrusts forward hard , loving how easily he can break his partner’s
composure and quiet him all in one go. Todoroki is so nice, neatly stretched
out before him. Todoroki, Todoroki—
“Beautiful, so, beautiful,” Bakugou breathes, panting hard, idly watching his
cock as it moves in and out of Todoroki as freely as he pleases. He can feel
the other boy attempting to move beneath him and it’s almost comical how much
he can’t. Todoroki is all but squirming beneath him, hands clenching as much as
his ass is and Bakugou is somehow keeping it together enough to move in and out
at a painfully slow but controlled pace, all to let the other boy lose his
mind.
He covers Todoroki’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside with
enough force that Todoroki can do nothing but accept and feel.He feels
Bakugou’s mouth on his in hot movements that have him feeling claimed and
wanted just as much as he can feel his thick cock moving within him. Bakugou’s
body is flush against his, bending him in half, and the heat that’s outside of
him, against him, and inside of him is all-encompassing to the point of near
suffocation.
It’s exactly how Todoroki likes it.
“K—katsuki!” Todoroki shouts into his mouth. It’s muffled, of course, but it’s
enough to let Bakugou know that he’s getting close. Bakugou speeds up his
thrusts, pounding into him with a new fervor fueled by pure greed. He wants
Todoroki to give him everything and he wants it now.
“Tell me what you want,” Bakugou orders against his lips, voice all too
coherent given the mix of chemicals in his brain.
Todoroki’s eyes squint shut and he turns away, breaking their kiss. Bakugou
snatches his jaw and forces him to look up at him. Bakugou continues thrusting
but he’s slowed down, and with Todoroki’s legs swung over his shoulders, he has
no leverage with which to pick up the pace.
Todoroki whines.“You, I want you,” he says quietly.
There’s a slap to his ass that’s followed by a sharp smile. “Wrong answer,”
Bakugou completely stills, his desire to earn Todoroki’s submission
overpowering his want to come. Todoroki wiggles, but not enough to move
Bakugou’s cock within him. “Try again.”
“I want—” Todoroki starts as red eyes pierce him. “I want you to…”
His voice trails off and Bakugou knows he’s going to have to work for it a
little. He’s okay with that given the end result is Todoroki, one of his most
powerful rivals, begging . “Can you be more specific?” Todoroki wrings his free
hand and Bakugou covers it with his own, lacing their fingers together to
mirror the opposing side. “Come on, you’re not going to get it if you don’t ask
for it.” He leans forward to speak directly into Todoroki’s ear to bring out
his new weapon. “Tell me what you want and I’ll make you feel good, my
beautifulboy.”
Todoroki snaps. Breaks. Shatters beneath him .
His voice is cracking when he speaks, not even trying to hide his desires
anymore. “I want your cock. In me. Over and over again. Please.”
Bakugou smiles against his neck, satisfaction thick in his tone as he watches
the growing blush on Todoroki’s face. He won. “See that wasn’t so fucking
hard.”
“Katsuki, please,so help me—”
A single, hard thrust is enough to shut Todoroki up again.
Bakugou looks down at the other boy now, sees his hair sticking to his face
through sweat alone, eyes wide with pupils enlarged, thickened cock hard and
leaking between their bodies, aching for release, aching for Bakugou…
“Kat—Kat—Katsuki, please, I—” he babbles and Bakugou adores it. “Please
just—you I— God, Katsuki.”Todoroki’s eyes are growing wet with desperate tears,
and Bakugou knows they will start falling soon.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Bakugou nearly growls. “All spread out for me,
begging and pleading, you’re mine, aren’t you? ”the sounds Todoroki makes are
as nice and soft as he is, broken sniffles and quiet sobs, tears running down
his face. They’re the sounds only Bakugou is allowed to drag out of him.
“Yes, Katsuki, yes, please, please, please,”he pauses to sniffle, and Bakugou
brings out the last tool in his arsenal.
Bakugou’s strong hand moves from Todroki’s hand to gently slip around his neck,
his presence there a calm caress that promises security and trust. Bakugou
gives him a chance to call out his safeword before pressing in gently, only
slightly restricting his airflow while avoiding an accidental blood choke.
Todoroki’s eyes glaze as his breathing turns to a slight wheeze and Bakugou
grins, relishing in the power he’s been given in this situation. He’s never
taken for granted that which the other gives him. Todoroki’s hands remain on
either side of his head, though his left is writhing and scrabbling for
purchase now, searching for something to hang on to.
Keeping his hand on the other’s neck Bakugou drags Todoroki’s right arm up the
mattress to rest on the pillow.
“Give me the other,” Bakugou commands, and Todoroki doesn’t hesitate in
bringing his left arm up to join his right. An iron grip closes around both of
them, holding his slim wrists to the mattress to anchor him. Something like
relief crosses Todoroki’s face and Bakugou thrusts faster, kissing the
immobilized boy while he threatens his consciousness. Something akin to bliss
is on Todoroki’s face, contentment through his tears, and Bakugou knows then
that he’s succeeded in his task.
Whenever Bakugou pulls back he sees Todoroki’s eyes, foggy and glazed, pupils
blown wide like he’s somewhere else. The second Bakugou’s lips are on his,
Todoroki opens his mouth to let him in, and the moment Bakugou increases his
thrusts Todoroki opens his legs wider. If Bakugou squeezes his neck, Todoroki
offers it to him further and the deeper he pushes the more Todoroki’s back
arches into his touch.
Yes, Bakugou had won, but he’d also done his job. Todoroki is his, for the
moment, and when Todoroki doesn’t belong to himself, his problems don’t either.
The other boy’s voice reaches Bakugou’s ears, broken and wrecked. “Please,
Katsuki, I’m gonna—”
“Shhh, soon,” Bakugou whispers, and he can feel the disappointment that
Todoroki feels at his declaration, but also the obedience and acceptance
beneath it. Bakugou can’t say he isn’t smug as he draws out their game a little
longer.
Bakugou sustains this state as long as his body will allow, and when he gets
close he knows he has to finish this. Without more than a quick glance of
warning, Bakugou squeezes Todoroki’s neck hard enough to cut off his breathing
completely but not enough to seriously injure him. The taller boy’s thoughts
swim and his brain short circuits. He thrashes under Bakugou out of reflex, and
the other boy bends him as far as his body will allow to cease the movements.
With a brief exhale, Bakugou approaches his ear, and says in a voice that’s
quiet, low, and thick with desire, “come for me, Shouto, my gorgeous boy.”
And Todoroki obeys.
His body tenses before he orgasms, and Bakugou lets go of his neck, his work
done. Todoroki exhales with a scream into Bakugou’s waiting mouth and inhales
almost violently.He comes between them, quick and dirty and hard, not drawn out
at all.
While he’s still in the afterglow and coughing weakly, Bakugou releases his
wrists, fucking into him with a new sense of urgency. Just when Todoroki is
starting to whine from overstimulation, Bakugou’s back bows, and his own orgasm
has him grunting over Todoroki, who has fallen limp beneath him, completely
overwhelmed.
Bakugou doesn’t collapse on top of him, but falls next to him, hands lightly
caressing Todoroki’s arms and the blooming bruises there in the shape of
Bakugou’s fingertips. Both of them are grateful the U.A. Uniforms cover so
much, and Todoroki has makeup for when they have training days. Several red
spots dot Todoroki’s neck, and those will have to be covered, but for now the
two can bask in the claim Bakugou had made on him. When Todoroki doesn’t belong
to himself, he doesn’t have to deal with his problems because Bakugou deals
with them for him.
Todoroki will gradually come back to himself over the night, but for now the
two are relaxed, cuddling, and not worrying about the world.
Bakugou wipes away Todoroki’s remaining tears with the pads of his fingers.
“You feel better, fucker?”
Todoroki laughs quick and short. “I think you were the fucker, Katsuki.”
Nails dig into his arm briefly before abruptly tickling his side. Todoroki
shrieks and squirms, ending up trapped under Bakugou on his belly while the
other boy tickles him mercilessly. “Let me go! Let me go!”
Bakugou eventually stills and lets Todoroki catch his breath. “You gotta quit
calling me that when I’m not fucking you, Snowcone.”
Todoroki gives a sly grin. “Whatever you say, Lord Explosion Murder.”
The tickling starts again, and Todoroki had been expecting it because he
deserved it. “You little shit. You little fucking piece of goddamned shit.”
When they rest again Todoroki is on his back looking up at Bakugou. He runs his
fingers through the golden spikes of his hair, and Bakugou tries not to show
how much he likes it.
“Just remember I’m your piece of shit.”
Bakugou laughs and falls back to Todoroki’s side again, tugging him close.
“Also, the complimenting was nice. Where did you get that idea?”
Bakugou actually turns red and Todoroki gives him a look of shock. It
disappears quickly though, more of a reaction to being caught off guard than
embarrassment. “You’re pretty when you fight and when you’re not fighting and
when you breathe. Figured you might want to hear it.”
“Well, thanks. I… needed it.”
“I know.”
“My mother is getting older, and I realized recently that it’s going to be
harder for me to see her when I’m a pro.” Todoroki looks up at the ceiling, and
Bakugou winds their hands together, interlacing their fingers because he
needs to be closer to him. “My father making my training more intense only
tires me out, and I can’t juggle sleep and school with everything else. I miss
her. All the time.”
“I know you do.” Bakugou tells him, and Todoroki releases one of his hands from
Bakugou’s light grip to touch his scar. It’s brief, but Bakugou catches the
meaning.
“I just wish my father wasn’t so…”
“Terrible? Awful? A piece of shit?” Bakugou finishes for his and then quickly
corrects himself. “Not like how you’re a piece of shit but you get the idea.”
Todoroki laughs. “Katsuki, I know you don’t mean it when you call me that.”
Bakugou rolls on top of him, hands at Todoroki’s ribs to tickle him again.
“Wanna say that to my face?”
Todoroki grasps his wrists and flips their positions before Bakugou can realize
what’s happening. He pins the other boy down and Bakugou lets him, still tired.
“I said, I know you don’t mean it when you call me that.”
Bakugou sighs. “God, you’re beautiful, pretty, gorgeous—”
Todoroki cuts him off with a kiss. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re
doing.”
“You’re such a fucking slut, you know that?” Bakugou says from his still pinned
down state. “Someone who likes to be held down and told they’re pretty—”
Todoroki lets Bakugou have what he wants, and Todoroki falls down to snuggle
into his side, humming.
“—aesthetically pleasing, a piece of fucking art…”
Todoroki falls asleep to Bakugou’s praise, and for the first time since his
father handed him a description of his new training routine, feels perfectly
safe, content, and happy.
 
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