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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Todoroki shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair, visibly agitated, his eyes flickering impatiently toward the clock on the wall. The minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly, each tick of the clock a taunting reminder of the torturous amount of class time left. His right hand - resting near his thigh - tightened into a fist as he struggled to suppress the lewd images that had been plaguing him since the morning. Unable to put pen to paper and finish his notes, his mind was too consumed by the thoughts that refused to leave him alone. The ambient noises of his classmates seemed to fade to a distant hum and he couldn't help but release a sigh filled with exasperation - One that would have surely caught the attention of Yaoyorozu, had she not been engrossed in the task of carefully, and methodically, rearranging her backpack. His hand fidgeted; This time moving lower and unconsciously brushing against the growing bulge currently tenting the front of his school pants. Shoto scrambled to bite his lip, but couldn't catch himself in time - causing a soft groan to slip out. He froze, eyes scanning for any sign that someone had heard him...Thankfully, class carried on as usual. He knew he had to control himself, lest he not be so lucky next time and someone hears him - That someone likely being Tokoyami, given his exceptional hearing. He swallowed hard, trying to divert his thoughts from his ever-growing arousal as he raised his gaze, slowly scanning the room. Everything appeared ordinary - almost mundane...until his eyes landed on Bakugo. Well, Bakugo's right hand, specifically. It struck him, suddenly, how large it was. Had it always been that…big?Shoto blinked, diverting his gaze as he blushed deeply, thoughts beginning to spiral even further out of control. He couldn't quite understand why that observation had even caught him off guard in the first place. I mean, the size of his hand couldn't be that much of a surprise, right? Bakugo was a big guy, having gone through a growth spurt in his second year and now standing, easily, at six feet tall. Of course, Todoroki had also maintained his height, still towering over Bakugo by a good two or three inches - Bakugo was bulkier though - and practically all muscle at this point. Todoroki glanced over for a second time, feeling oddly disappointed that he couldn't see his classmate's physique due to the baggy uniform blazer; Bakugo always wore a size up, which - annoyingly - hadn't bothered Shoto until now. Todoroki glanced once more but quickly found himself trying to picture what lay beneath those haphazard layers. Shoto's breath hitched as vivid images of Bakugo's impressive upper body surfaced in his mind. Bakugo had muscular pecs and defined abs, a testament to years of physical training and fighting. Todoroki would fully admit — though not aloud — to having looked once… or twice… or perhaps more often than that in the locker room and showers over the years; But could anyone blame him? It wasn't just Bakugo's torso that was attractive, it was also his overall stature - ALL of him was large, including his- -Shoto pinched himself. Hard. Now was NOT the time for such thoughts; Especially not right now, in class, and certainly not about Bakugo of all people. He squirmed. This was akin to torture, and very unlike him. Todoroki was usually extremely controlled, never one to let his emotions or - justice forbid - lustful urges get the better of him. He was a diligent student and loved lessons! Just...not...right now. He cleared his - suddenly VERY dry - throat, trying to subtly shift in his seat. His uniform pants felt even tighter. Damn, he hated it when he got like this. Nine times out of ten Shoto would say he had a fairly nonexistent sex drive; However, that remaining number? Almost all bets were off. Shoto had already relieved himself...twice, just this morning alone, and still wanted more. He was probably becoming some sort of insatiable nymphomaniac - if growing hard over Bakugo was any kind of indication. Shoto adjusted himself again - in more ways than one - thankful to have a seat in the back of the classroom. He chanced a glance upwards, only for his blood to run cold when he was met with a pair of piercingly familiar crimson eyes.
Shit. Todoroki quickly looked away. Had he made too much noise? Had Bakugo felt him staring?? Had the blond suddenly developed a secondary Telepathy Quirk??? Bakugo actively goes out of his way to not acknowledge Shoto's existence, so this sudden...intensity, and focus, was...unsettling, to say the least. 'No, calm down. I was probably just...moving around too much, and he's about to tell me off for distracting him,' Shoto reasoned. Bakugo wouldn't openly admit it, but he was a good student - He was likely just annoyed that Shoto was being a slight nuisance in the, otherwise, relatively quiet room. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to remain still, it just wasn't possible. Todoroki was just too wired, too hot, too...needy. Shoto shot another desperate look at the clock, releasing a sigh of relief when he realized they had less than three minutes to go. He could do this, he co......Facing forwards once more, Shoto found himself unintentionally trapped in a staring contest. Shit. Bakugo had turned fully sideways in his seat, and for once, wasn't glaring. Instead, he was...smirking? No, scratch that, smirking was an understatement. Bakugo's lips were curled up into a devious fucking grin; The first one Shoto had ever seen directed his way, and fuck did it look good. It brought Shoto's gaze down to Bakugo's teeth, causing him to wonder what it would feel like to have them scraping across his neck, biting down on his collarbone, dragging down even lower to--Shoto blinked; Looking around at the rest of the room, relieved that no one else had seemed to notice the strange exchange. Mr. Aizawa had already been asleep for about ten minutes and everyone else was busy either finishing up the last of their work or chatting quietly amongst themselves. Todoroki swallowed thickly, his entire body tense with confusion and intrigue. There was something...charged about Bakugo's shit-eating expression that caused Shoto to panic slightly; It was too teasing, too knowing, too...predatory.And just when Shoto started to feel beads of sweat gathering at his temples... The bell rang. 'Oh, thank everything' he thought, scrambling to leave the area before Bakugo tried to continue with...whatever the hell that was. Quickly, he scooped up his belongings and booked it to his dorm room, ignoring the questioning calls from his friends. 'I'll apologize for my rudeness, later.' There was business to attend to...and a certain pair of eyes to forget about. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── With his heart hammering inside his heaving chest, Todoroki entered the room; Trembling with need as he firmly closed the door behind him and locked it, tossing his bag carelessly, onto the otherwise spotless wood floor. He estimated that he would only have privacy for about ten minutes before someone either knocked on his door, or texted him to join a study session, and Shoto intended to take full advantage of the fleeting quiet. Already imagining the waves of pleasure that would shortly be coursing through him, he undid his pants - kicking them away as he moved towards his bed and unbuttoned his blazer next, letting it drop to the floor. He sighed, collapsing onto the sheets, reaching down to grope his erection through his navy blue boxers.God, he was just so damn horny, his cock so hard it ached - Throbbing, as it begged to be released. It was angry and demanded attention - much like a particular classmate - Shoto shook his head, no, now was not the time to think about Bakugo. 'Why not?' He pondered, blushing slightly as picturing Bakugo caused him to twitch beneath his hand.
To be fair, the explosive blond would be perfect wanking material - Especially after the weirdness that happened during class. What the hell was that all about, anyway? Shoto mused, thinking back to just a few minutes ago; Back to those hands...those damn hands...those damned, sexy, big, strong fucking hands. God.
He'd seen those same hands nearly every day for the past two years; They'd exploded, punched things, apprehended villains, and held pencils and papers alike. Yes, those hands had done many things...Like slowly gliding a bar of soap down his - previously established - overly impressive upper torso...
- Meticulously running it over his neck, pecs, and rib cage, leaving soapy trails in its wake, paying extra special attention to his abs. The combination of suds and water rolled downwards, seeking the tantalizing ridge of his Adonis Belt before traveling even lower. Thick, lightly calloused fingers worked their way down in tandem, staying right there - tantalizingly close - to the base of his shaft; Then, slowly, moving even lower, among the frothy bubbles and granules of melting soap, stopping at the junction between his manhood and his ash-blond, trimmed pubes, before finally wrapping around his girth... -
Todoroki blinked, breathing even harder than he was before.Yes, those hands had done a million different things, but they'd never done this to Todoroki. Never made him squirm, never made his heart race, never made him wonder, never made him want to feel them on his, now, overly heated skin. Shoto slowly lowered his right hand below the waistband of his boxers, touching himself directly at long last. He, to his shock, wanted it too. He really, really...wanted Bakugo to touch him. A low moan escaped his mouth at the thought as his hand descended, leaving a tantalizing trail filled with pent-up desire down his length. He took a moment to savor the feeling of skin on skin before finally grasping himself firmly. The need for release was maddening, and the sensual ideas of his classmate's strong, experienced hands were much too tempting to resist. 'And he would be experienced...right? He has to be', he thought, 'There was no way someone like Bakugo wouldn't practically be a sex god...right?' The thought of the older boy having sex was a new and intriguing one for Shoto; However, the image was now nearly impossible to shake from the clutches of his horny mind. 'I bet he's really dominant.' He mused, arching into his touch while savoring that - very likely - possibility. Bakugo was all muscle, tenacity, confidence, and will. Shoto wondered what it would be like to have that chaotic energy directed at him, to have Bakugo pinning him down, taking control in the most deliciously primitive way, and making Shoto submit to his every deplorable whim. The lewd symphony of rapid, rhythmic wet noises, breathless panting, and barely stifled moans filled the cozy dorm room. Shoto's grip on himself became tighter as his mind swirled with filthy, obscenity-filled fantasies so vivid that he almost mistook them for memories. With the help of his mind, he could practically feel the friction of his skin against Bakugo's large, rough hands. Shoto stroked his length in earnest, attempting to match the sinful tempo of his fantasies; The relentless thrust of Bakugo's hips, the wet slap of skin on skin, the friction of Bakugo's calloused fingers digging unforgivingly into his overly heated flesh. He groaned, the imagery bringing him ever closer to the edge, his right hand speeding up as the other groped his left nipple, pinching the nub until it became as hard as a pebble. He twitched uncontrollably, desperately racing after his long-awaited release, whining - almost pathetically - as he dared to imagine Bakugo doing all those things to him in real life. He quickly bit down with an almost painful amount of pressure in an attempt to silence himself. Yes, the walls at U.A. were fairly thick - However, Shoto was almost certain he’d die a long, slow, humiliating death should anyone overhear him. Nevertheless, Shoto greedily worked himself faster and faster. His imagination painted a vivid picture of Bakugo's fiery eyes burning into him from above, watching him intently as he slowly fell apart, that smug smirk morphing into one of primal hunger and desire. The sound of their panting grew louder in his head, mixing with the noise caused by his fervent motions. Shoto's strokes became increasingly shakey, his lean body tensing as he approached climax - Tension coiling in his stomach, begging to be set free. "Yes, yes, so close. So. Close." Shoto breathed, eyes screwed tightly shut as the world around him faded away, replaced by the euphoric sensation that was his own overwhelming need. In his mind's eye, he could see himself and Bakugo, tangled in his bed sheets. He could feel the weight of the older boy on top of him, pinning him down, claiming him. The force of his body would be intense, almost too much to handle, yet he knew he would crave more.Cock throbbing, precum glistening, hips stuttering erratically - Shoto chased his release with wild, untamed abandon...
Well... That's what he was doing, before his phone rang.
No! No, please! So close - He had been so. Close! An exasperated huff forcefully left Todoroki's throat. His pleasure-blurred eyes slowly cleared as his shaking hands rummaged through the pockets of his haphazardly discarded pants, searching for the treacherous device. He was so needy, almost BURNING with anticipation of his - slowly receding - orgasm; Couldn't this, whatever it was, wait?! Shoto finally found his phone, wincing at the bright screen, only to stop, dead still, as he saw the horrifying name displayed on the Caller ID:
Bakugo Katsuki - (Classmate)
No... No, this couldn't be...Seriously?! Todoroki paled, not daring to move as the phone continued its incessant ringing. How....? Why...?! Shoto knew the myth about sneezing if someone was talking about you, but was there one for people who get off to you?!? The call went to voicemail...
Only to immediately ring again.
Oh no, of course, it just HAD to be one of the only people - besides his father, and Mina - who he knew wouldn't stop calling until he answered that evil little electronic box. Hell, Bakugo would probably even blast his door open and barge in if he was ignored again. Shit, shit, shit! Okay, be calm; You can do this... Resigned to his fate, Todoroki answered the call; Trying his very best not sound aroused out of his mind. Okay, deep breath, and..."Hel-"
"-Finally! Took your dumbass long enough to answer! What, was the phone slipping 'cause of all the lube!?"
WHAT?! Shoto stopped breathing. Wha...did he just...did he say...WHAT?! "I-I don't-"
"-Whatever. Don't care. Just tell me the name of that lame Hero we're supposed to research."
A pause. A blink. A breath.
WHAT?!
This is what his glorious finish was stopped for? THIS?? Of all the stupid, inconvenient, irritating-
"-Oi!"
Oh yeah, he was still on the phone.
"Don't fucking ignore me, Icy-Hot!"
Look, it's kinda hard to remember how to have a normal conversation when you can't decide if you'd rather choke your classmate or choke your dick...or be choked BY your classmate...or choke on your classmate's di- -"How come you weren't paying attention?" Shoto asked, feeling equally confused and horny. A huff came from the other line,
"I missed it when I looked at a dumbass meme Spark Plug sent."
Oh. Okay, that made sense, but still... "Then, why not ask Midoriya?" A low, displeased growl was heard in return - A warm sensation suddenly settled deep in Todoroki's stomach, his eyes widening slightly at his body's reaction. Shit.
"Can't. He's 'busy' running around with All Might, or something."
Ah, that also made sense. "Okay, well...How about Kirishima or Kaminari?" The moment the ill-thought-out question left his - still flushed - lips, a terse Tch cut through the phone.
"Why the hell would I ask those two idiots anything school-related? Also, how are you fucking deaf AND dumb? I told your stupid ass that Backally Lightning Rod was sending memes the whole damn time!"
Backally?! What does that even mean??
Shoto's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Bakugo's exasperation, his cock pulsing at the sheer aggression in his voice. He was utterly mortified to find his arousal spiking again. This was so wrong, so...humiliating. To be turned on by Bakugo's yelling? Shit, okay, why body? Why?! Shoto had been on the receiving end of Bakugo's displeasure too many times to count, so why was THIS time...arousing? It was absurd! Yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about it. Something that made his body crave more...I wonder what would happen if...
"Just fucking tell me so I can hang up. I have places to be."
"Where? Prison?" Todoroki quipped, holding his breath. This was a bad idea. So bad, so very, VERY bad. Was he trying to die?!
"I will kill you." Came the deep, hissed, all too serious reply.
Okay. Damn. HOT-What?! No! Not hot! "As if you could." Shoto shot back, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. What is wrong with me?! Shut up! Surprisingly, instead of yelling, Bakugo just plainly retorted,
"Who kicked your ass at the Sports Fest?"
Shoto let out a snort, now somewhat amused at the older boy for bringing up the old memory. "Are you seriously going to try and use an event from two years ago to justify that statement?" Todoroki could practically feel the devilish grin through the phone.
"I turned you into a fucking ragdoll, once; I could easily do it again."
Oh. God - Okay. Listen, any other day, Bakugo's grandiose declarations would make Shoto sigh and shake his head - Hell, he'd even been known to rub the bridge of his nose in exasperation due to his antics - So why was his traitorous lower region now standing, once again, at full attention?! Ragdoll, huh? "Do you often think about crazy cat-girls, Bakugo?" He deflected, thinking with amusement about how displeased a younger Katsuki was with the feline-themed Heroine.
"Suck my dick , Frostbite." Bakugo shot back.
Oh.
OH.
WHY did that thought have to sound so appealing?!
Todoroki quickly tried to think about something else - anything else - but it was too late; Image after tantalizing image of that very act danced teasingly through his mind.
-Shoto, down on his knees. Watery, lust-filled eyes gazing up at that ever-smug face. Slowly opening his mouth, leaning forward, tongue lolling out just in time to catch a delicious drop of pre-cum leaking from that - undoubtedly - impressive shaft. A hiss of pleasure greeting his hungry ears, Shoto-
"-Make me." Todoroki paled, slapping a hand over his mouth as the blood - the copious amount not in his dick - drained from his face. Fuck. Fuck! Did he really just say that?!Shoto wanted nothing more than for his bed to suddenly transform into a deep, never-ending hole. There was silence from the other end of the phone. Too much silence. Oh fuck. Todoroki needed to find some way to-
"- Tch ,"
Bakugo's voice broke through Todoroki's panicked thoughts, a smug edge coating his tone,
"it's always the quiet ones."
Silence. More silence - this time from Todoroki's side. The words - after they were done sending a jolt of electricity straight to Shoto's groin - lingered tauntingly in the air.
"Bet you actually like that shit."
He was sure that his brain short-circuited for a moment. "I-wait-what?!" He squeaked out, desperately reaching over and grabbing a pillow - placing it over his crotch. Maybe some 'out of sight, out of mind' would help. The other boy temporarily ignored him, musing out loud to himself,
"M'sure Glasses is freaky, too..."
Shoto hurriedly pictured Shigaraki in a speedo to keep from imagining anything involving Iida, "I am not 'freaky'" his indigent protest was met with a condescending laugh,
"Suuure."
"I'm not!"
A rye chuckle, "Reeeally? So, if I told you I was gonna tie you up - or some shit - that wouldn't do anything?"
Shoto froze, barely breathing. Sensations of pleasure tingled to life on his skin as he imagined the weight of Katsuki's body pinning him down, holding his trembling body still, slowly tying silk ribbons around Shoto's widespread ankles... Shoto's breath hitched, "I-"
"-Or, if I said that I was going to toy with your helpless, defenseless body for as long as I want...You wouldn't care, right?~"
His pulse quickened, imagination running wild as he pictured it perfectly; Katsuki looming above him, red-eyed gaze dark with devious desire. He could nearly feel Katsuki's smooth yet firm hands skimming along his bare torso, nails gently raking down his thighs, teasingly trailing up his sides, brushing along his collarbone, slowly grazing down to ghost over his nipples... Todoroki snapped out of it, trying to defend himself, "No, I-"
"-Or how about I kick your door in, pull my massive fucking cock out and fucking 'make you' take it straight down your greedy fucking throat?"
Okay, fuck, THAT was new. Shoto had never heard Bakugo say things like that before - or heard his voice sound like THAT. The silence was thick - suffocating almost, as he processed the words that had just been thrown at him.
The heat from his crotch felt like it was burning now, spreading throughout his body like wildfire, and he couldn’t even attempt to put it out with his usual calmness. Shoto’s mind raced with possibilities of what Katsuki would say next; Cheeks and body both burning with embarrassment and desire, wondering what other lewd things could possibly fall out of Bakugo’s mouth, and what other images could be painted that would make him squirm with anticipation. Would he say something about fucking him hard and fast until he saw stars? Would he harshly whisper into his ear about how much he’d love to watch Shoto's pretty little face contort with pleasure as he was claimed him in every way imaginable? Katsuki laughed at the silence, no doubt taking Todoroki's lack of response as a sign of victory, prompting Shoto to weakly defend himself, "No. They-it wouldn't" he grits out, cringing at how painfully unconvincing he sounded. Only more laughter followed,
"Yes, it fucking would. You were quiet for too damn long."
Shoto bit his lip, taking a moment to try and sound collected. "I...was just thinking."
"Yeah? Didn't know 'thinking' caused ya to pant like a bitch in heat."
Shoto quickly bit his lip, horrified that he even had to do so to keep from whimpering. "I was breathing perfectly fine," came the protest, followed closely by another cruel laugh,
"Pa-lease. Spare me; You were breathing like you'd just finished sparing with Deku."
Fuck! He has to fend off thoughts about Midoriya now?!
Todoroki facepalmed in annoyance, groaning loudly. Bakugo just chuckled on the other end, his cocksure attitude now even more grating. "Listen, Bakugo," Shoto started, trying to regain control over the long de-railed conversation, "the assign-"
"-Where are you?"
Katsuki suddenly asked, throwing Shoto momentarily off balance. He hesitated before finally answering,"...Why?"
The one-word answer drew a scoff from the older boy,
"You think I wanted to call you? You ran off right after classes ended, and I couldn't find you in the bathroom." Bakugo said, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world to say.
‘Ah, okay, that makes sense...Wait, why was he looking for me in the bathroom?!'
Shoto stiffened - no, not in that way - "I went straight to my room...to study. Is that so-"
Bakugo barked out a laugh, "-Shit, Torchy; Rubbing out a quick one in a stall wouldn't cut it?"
Shoto's heterochromatic eyes shot wide open, a bright red flush shooting from the tips of his ears down to his - now heaving - chest. "B-Bakugo! Don't be so...so...lewd! I'm just...studying!" Damn. That didn't even sound convincing to himself, and it obviously didn't fly with Bakugo, either.
"Bull. Shit. Glasses or Bug Eyes woulda went, too."
"Yeah? Well, maybe I needed some alone time!" Shit. Bad choice of words.
"Heh. Bet you did~" The smirk was way too evident in Bakugo's voice.
"That's not what I meant!" Todoroki protested, now feeling so warm he was starting to emit steam throughout the room.
"Oh, fuck off. Why the hell else would you go, in the middle of the school day, to your room, alone, without so much as a word?"
Shoto's mind raced for a suitable excuse,'Maybe I'll say I have a stomachache? No, that wouldn't work. I would have asked to be excused from class, and I definitely wouldn't have moved as fast as I did.'
'A...family emergency? No, that won't work either; I would have been called to the office.'
Failing to think of anything, Shoto instead deflected with a, "Why do you care?" hoping that would move the conversation in a different direction while using what little composure he had to cool himself down with his right side.
Bakugo chuckled - a sound that was way too damn nice, "I don't. I just find it hilarious that you won't fess up to something so...basic. Fuck, I wouldn't hide it."
Shoto huffed, "There's a lot of things I would do that you wouldn't."
"Yeah," came Katsuki's gaffed reply, "like get your ass kicked in front of millions of people."
Shoto pursed his lips. He wanted to play hardball? Fine.
"No, you wouldn't."
Katsuki paused,"Wouldn't what?"
"You wouldn't tell me if you were...you know...doing that; Touching yourself. You just...wouldn't." Katsuki paused - longer this time. Shit. Was Shoto stupid?
"Yes, I would." he hissed.
"I doubt it." Yep, the blood had definitely to the wrong head - Did he think challenging Bakugo about anything would work in his favor?! Suddenly, in that all too familiar, growling tone,
"Wanna fuckin' bet?"
Oh. Shit. He was playing a very dangerous game, now. "Do it, then." Todoroki held his breath. Would Bakugo actually do that? Was Shoto really about to hear him-
"- Tch . No."
That one word stopped Shoto's budding fantasy dead in its tracks. No? But-
"-Do you know how many thirsty fucking Extras would pay to hear what I sound like when I stroke my dick?"
Shoto nearly choked on his own spit.
"I am not allowing you that honor just because you're desperate as fuck for some shit to jack off too."
Shoto flushed; Embarrassment, and a bit of shame, burning brightly in his gut. "I-"
"-And before you say some stupid shit, I know I interrupted you."
Todoroki swallowed thickly, "You couldn't pos-"
"-Shut the fuck up. I'm friends with Denki; That horny motherfucker whacks off like, ten times a day, every day; I know what it sounds like,"
Bakugo stated matter-of-factly,
"and," he added, letting a low, teasing timber seep hotly into his tone, “what it looks like~"
Shoto's stomach burned once again, but not with embarrassment, this time. No, his insides twisted and turned with a wave of arousal he wasn't prepared for as he pictured Bakugo carelessly throwing open Kaminari's - perpetually unlocked - door,
-only to see his best friend in the midst of one of the most intimate acts one could witness.
Katsuki would probably take in the scene with lewd interest; Slowly, confidently stepping into the room. He would tower over Denki as the boy sat rigidly in his gaming chair, hands paused mid-stroke as an ever-darkening blush stained his cheeks. Bakugo would then chuckle at this and take a firm step closer to the cowering Kaminari before slowly leaning down, ravenous red eyes practically eating the electric Hero alive.
Bakugo would see the conflict in Denki's hazy, lust-fueled gaze; a blend of shame, shock, desire, and fear all at being caught by one of his closest friends. Bakugo would probably just grin wider, lean that sinful mouth down next to his ear to whisper something that would leave the younger boy bright red and gasping for air. Slipping a steady hand over Denki's own trembling one, gripping the weeping shaft firmly, eliciting a pleased moan from him as he stroked him, teasingly - controllingly.
Bakugo's eyes would flash, relished in the way Kaminari would writhe and choke out his name, hips bucking desperately, rapidly losing himself under Bakugo's skilled, secure grip-
-" Tch . I pegged you as someone who just liked being watched. Shoulda known you'd fucking love watching, too."
The unexpected words brought Shoto crashing back down to Earth with a jolt. Katsuki's tone was terse, but he didn't sound repulsed. It was low and taunting, dripping with a wickedness that left Shoto reeling. "I do NOT like...watching!" spluttered Todoroki, glaring daggers at his erection as it raged to life once again.
"You seriously expect me to believe that you weren't picturing me doing a ton of filthy shit to that walking charger cord?"
Shoto blushed, "I...well-"
"-Or, that you don't get off thinking about me coming in there and making you bust a nut right in front of me?"
His cock throbbed. "You...don't know what you're talking about." Katsuki sighed heavily, and Todoroki knew he was rolling his eyes,
"You're shitting me, right? You're breathing so hard I'm surprised my fucking ear isn't wet."
"I..." Shoto's body was a maelstrom of contradictions; his cock was pulsing with each taunt, but his cheeks burned with a heat that felt like his Quirk was activated. He was a mess of arousal and indignation, a potent cocktail that had him feeling more vulnerable - and aroused - than he had in a long time. "I'm not..." he tried to argue, but his voice trailed off. The truth was that every lewd word from Bakugo's mouth had him closer and closer to losing it. He shifted uncomfortably, almost groaning at the friction from the pillow, the fabric sticking to his pre-cum slicked shaft.
“Not what? Not going to admit obvious shit?”
Todoroki shivered, “T-There’s nothing to admi-”
“-Turn on your camera.”
Shoto's heart stopped, “W-why??”
“Because I fucking said so.”
Shoto’s mind raced as he took the phone away from his ear and stared at the screen, the command from Bakugo echoing in his ears. He knew what this could lead to, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The sudden desire to please Bakugo washed over him, a feeling so new and intense that it was almost overwhelming. His cock ached to be touched again. With trembling fingers, he tapped the video call button. After propping up some pillows and leaning his phone against them, he took a deep breath - sitting on his knees, adjusting his posture so that he was in the center of the frame without showing his face, and made sure the pillow on his lap was firmly covering his throbbing member. Bakugo accepted the call, greeting Shoto with a wolfish grin as Todoroki fidgeted - using all of his willpower to keep a neutral face.Shoto cleared his throat, "Okay, it's on. Happy?" Bakugo didn't answer, instead, he ran his gaze across the other boy's frame, looking him up and down. Shoto squirmed, feeling as if the phone was a cage and he was an exotic animal.
"Tch, I can't even see your face to know you look guilty as hell," Bakugo laughed.
Shoto felt his cheeks heat up even further, "W-what do I have to be guilty about?" he asked, voice strained.
Bakugo leaned back, smugness practically oozing through the screen. "You tell me, Elsa. Did you or did you not just nearly jizz in your pants at the thought of me watching you?"
Shoto gripped the pillow tighter, only to immediately let go as the pressure was making his arousal very difficult to ignore, "I-"
"Yes or no."
"Look I-"
"Yes. Or. No." Katsuki pressed, still eating Shoto alive with his gaze.
Shoto swallowed, he was so hard it was starting to hurt,
"...Yes." he begrudgingly admitted, hearing the sound of blood rushing in his ears. 'What is wrong with me? I should be completely soft!'
"Thanks for confirming what I already knew." Bakugo snarked, sending Todoroki a look that was filled with something intense that he couldn't quite place.
Shoto's mind was a tornado of thoughts, his body was a battleground of conflicting emotions. He was mortified but also turned on, 'How is that even possible?'
"You know," Bakugo's voice cut through his thoughts, "I can give you what you want."
Shoto held perfectly still, his heart racing, "What are you talking about?" he tried to sound calm, but his voice held a tinge of excitement.
Bakugo leaned closer, "You want to be watched, dontcha?" His eyes gleamed with fire and something else - something darker, something that made Shoto's stomach flip upside down, "I'm willing to loan you my valuable time. For now."
Was...was he serious? Todoroki squirmed, playing with the hem of his shirt; Bakugo took his silence as an opportunity to speak again,
"Move the pillow."
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"W-what?!"
Bakugo slightly narrowed his eyes, "Don't be deaf on top of being a bad liar."
Shoto was a mess of emotions, but he was also an obedient mess of emotions. Slowly, shyly, he moved his barrier of plushy protection, revealing his extremely tented boxer briefs.
"Better. Take off your shirt."
Todoroki paused, 'Am I really about to undress for-'
"-I'll take off mine."
Todoroki's eyes flashed to the screen at the sudden announcement, eyeing Bakugo's hungry expression. Shit, this was so weird...but he did want to see Bakugo shirtless... "...Fine." Shoto said, unbuttoning his uniform top. Bakugo did the same, only he took his sweet time, making every inch of skin a torturous reveal; But eventually, both boys were bare from the waist up. Todoroki's eyes were glued to the screen, drinking in the sight of Katsuki's muscled form - Abs a sculpted masterpiece, each one clearly defined, the lines sharp enough to cut glass. A smattering of fine hairs trailed down from his chest, leading to the waistband of his shorts, making Shoto's mouth water. He had to bite back a groan as he took in the powerful expanse of warm, golden skin. Suddenly, Todoroki felt very inadequate by comparison. Shoto had a great body, but he was much leaner - having more of an athletic, swimmer's build. He started to curl in on himself, growing increasingly more and more self-conscious until,
"Fuck."
Chancing a glance at his phone, Todoroki was practically blown away by the look of pure longing Katsuki was sending his way - palming himself over his underwear. Wait, when had he taken his pants off?! The look was gone shortly though, replaced by one of authority,
"Get rid of your boxers."
Once again, wordlessly, Shoto obeyed, sitting up on his knees, but - feeling a tiny spark of impishness - Todoroki began lowering the garment at an agonizingly slow pace, prompting a delicious growl to be directed his way,
"Don't fucking tease me, Icy-Thot!"
Todoroki let out a snort at the name, 'If I was going by something as ridiculous as 'Icy-Thot', it would only be on some random day, like Thursdays.' Nevertheless, Todoroki quit teasing and finished stripping down, trying to distract himself from being nervous by focusing on the blond again.
"Holy shit," Katsuki groaned in approval, gripping himself even tighter, eyes radiating with glee at the extent of his - newfound - control, "so fucking....fuck."
Oh gosh. Okay, Todoroki couldn't hold in the gasp that time, and he shivered as Katsuki chuckled at his involuntary response,
"Into that, too? Makes sense."
Shoto's flushed, "What makes sense?"
"That you'd have a Praise Kink," Bakugo said bluntly.
Todoroki's mouth fell wide open, but he couldn't ignore the warmth in his groin that intensified at the accusation. “I…I do not!” he protested.
Bakugo snorted, “Do too."
Todoroki began to defend himself, but Bakugo cut him off,
"Say it."
Shoto's brow furrowed, “Say...what?”
“Say that you have a Praise Kink. Now.”
Was it possible for someone to blush, and go pale, at the same time? Todoroki sure tried. “But…why?”
“Because it pisses me off when you play coy and lie to me.” Came the growled response.
Fuck
FUCK
Fine
“I…like...what you…said," he mumbled. Bakugo made a noise of disapproval.
"Weak. Say it again. Correctly."
Shoto let out a petulant whimper, only to pause when he heard Bakugo inhale sharply, 'Was that...because of me?'Feeling somewhat emboldened by the sound, Todoroki released another whine, making sure to drag it out a little.
Katsuki's breath hitched, a muffled curse slipping through gritted teeth as the sound reverberated through the room. Todoroki's heart raced, feeling a triumphant thrill run down his spine and pool low in his gut. He couldn't believe he had made Bakugo react like that! It was...it was...really, really ho-
"-Oi!"
Oh shit.
", you're not gettin' out of this by moaning like a whore!"
But it was worth a shot though, right? "Do...do I really have to say that?"
"Do you really want me to watch?"
Shoto's face matched Bakugo's eyes in hue. He looked away for a moment before biting his lip and nodding. Gosh, this was humiliating; Why was he going along with this?
"Then yes, you really do."
Fuck
Fine.
"I...have a praise..." He squirmed, avoiding eye contact, "...kink." Bakugo's grin somehow got even more predatory.
"Good boy."
Shoto's heart thundered in his chest as he stared into the lust-filled, burning red eyes of the god-like figure on his phone screen. The mere sound of Katsuki's voice, thick with amusement and desire, made his cock throb with need. The words sent a bolt of lightning straight to Todoroki's core. He gasped, cheeks flushing a deep shade of scarlet as the words sank in, igniting an uncontrollable fire in his belly. The moment those two simple words rolled off Katsuki's tongue it felt like a master key had suddenly unlocked something deep within Shoto that he had tried to ignore.His knees quivered on the bed, breath coming in shallow pants as he felt his body respond with an unmistakable hunger. He already felt overly exposed just by being in front of the camera, but his reaction to the name was truly laying him bare, unable to prevent the way his body responded - almost like it was built to crave the validation that dripped from every syllable. His cock stood at attention, like a flag swaying mockingly and saying: I told you so! "Whatever," Todoroki said, clenching and unclenching his sweaty fists with nervousness, "it's your turn," he said, referring to Bakugo's own boxers, prompting him to laugh,
"Get so horny you forgot you don't get to see my dick?~"
Shoto turned bright red, "What? No! I-"
"-Touch yourself."
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"I-"
"-You what? Didn't think I would follow through with this?" Katsuki asked, lifting an accusatory eyebrow.
"N-no, I just-"
"-Shut the fuck up and stroke, Half-n-Half!"
Ah, so that was his patience threshold. It had definitely improved over the years.
So, cock throbbing painfully against his stomach - still pissed at him about the earlier near orgasm - Shoto's mind was a whirl of indecision and he felt his grip tightening on the sheets as he swallowed around the knot in his throat. Should he? Should he n-
-"You know you can go whenever the fuck you want, right?"
Shoto paused, heart in his throat, "What?" Katsuki was very serious, almost as serious as when he was in battle.
"Look,"
Katsuki began, glancing momentarily to the side and looking semi-guilty,
"I know we didn't like...talk about shit, but you don't have to fucking do this. If you don't want to. Okay?"
There - just for a moment when turned those crimson eyes back to Todoroki, Bakugo looked very vulnerable. The moment was soon gone as Katsuki continued, face and voice back to normal,
"So don't be a fucking idiot and do shit you don't want to do. Got it?"
Shoto did his best to hide his smile, wondering where Katsuki's usual yelling went, "Got it. Thank y-"
"-Fuck off, don't go getting all sappy, moron! Are you going to jack off for me, or not!?"
Ah, there it is. "Yes," Shoto said, pretending not to notice the momentarily soft look on the other boy's face.
"Yes what?"
Shoto raised an eyebrow; Didn't we just talk about this? "Yes, I'm going to."
"Going to...what?"
Todoroki blushed, realizing what Bakugo was doing - if his shit-eating grin was anything to go by. "Going to...do that thing you want me...to." Todoroki tried, hoping that would be enough.
"Nah," - Of course it wasn't - "I need explicit consent."
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck. You, and that attractive damn grin. Fuck you. "Yes, I'm going to...touch...myself..."
Katsuki clicked his teeth, "You obviously need some help, so repeat after me: Yes, I want to stroke my cock for you."
Geeze. Was it possible to blush even harder than he already was? "Bakug-"
"-Nope, doesn't sound right anymore. Try 'Sir'."
What?!
"What?!"
"Now."
"Fine! Sir." Todoroki said, pouring as much sarcasm into the honorific as possible.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes, "One."
One??
"One what?!"
"One spank. Now say it right," Bakugo said all too casually, crossing his arms and waiting expectingly.
A spank?? Oh great, another thing to picture! "...Sir."
"Fuck," Bakugo moaned, arching his back and shoving a hand down the front of his boxers,"say the whole thing."
Shoto cock throbbed, greedily drinking in Katsuki's erotic reactions, "Yes, I want to touch myself, Sir."
"Fuck yes. That's good, but it could be so much better. It still sounds too innocent; Say: Yes, I want to stroke, Sir."
Shoto fidgeted, breathing heavily as embarrassment coursed through him, "Y-yes, I want to...stroke...Sir." Fuck, it was like those words left Todoroki's mouth and went straight to his own groin. Bakugo let out another moan, but quickly caught himself - taking both hands and placing them behind his head,
"Needs to be more specific: Yes, I want to stroke my cock, Sir."
Todoroki whimpered, causing Bakugo to shiver, "Yes, I want to...stroke my c-cock, Sir."
"I bet you fucking do," Katsuki said, dick visibly twitching, "And you're not gonna fuckin' stroke for fuckin' anyone else but me, are you, huh? Tell me. Say it's for me!"
Todoroki whimpered at the sheer possessiveness in his tone, "Yes, I want to s-stroke my cock for you, Sir." A wet spot was now starting to clearly form on the front of Katsuki's underwear,
"Nh -Good boys need to have some fucking manners. Say please."
Shoto arched his back, drunk off of this bit of power he had over Bakugo. Saying these things was way past anything Shoto had ever done; However, those small twinges of shame quickly grew into large waves of tingling pleasure. "Yes, may I p-please stroke my cock, Sir?"
"Oh my fuck, I am going to fucking ruin you," Bakugo said, his thick member now fully straining against the fabric as sweat began to drip down his forehead.
"So," Todoroki started, vaguely gesturing to his erection, "do I uh...start...now?"
Shoto swallowed as that wolfish grin appeared once again, "After you beg."
Beg? Beg?? Beg??? Bakugo wanted him to BEG? Hadn't he degraded himself enough for one day??
That grin got wider as Bakugo spoke again,"You would be a very," his voice dropped an octave,"very good boy if you begged.~"
Oh fuck. Shoto felt his cock throb in response, his body betraying his internal protests. Shit, he was going to do this - he wanted to do this. With his heart hammering in his chest and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, he felt...strange. Exposed, yes, but also...turned on; Mentally kicked himself for being unable to deny the thrill coursing through him at the thought of begging for permission. "Please...?"
"Please what? Be specific." Bakugo replied, smirk still in place as he leaned back in his desk chair - intentionally flexing as he went.
Shoto huffed and rolled his eyes, much to Bakugo's amusement,
"Two." he said, canines flashing at Todoroki's horrified expression.
"What? Why?!"
Katsuki just shrugged, "You'll be fine, if that is anything to go by." he said - looking pointedly at Todoroki's rock-hard nether regions. This prompted Shoto to pout.
"Bakug-"
"-Sir." he interrupted, tone filled to the brim with authority.
Fuck, it should be illegal to change your voice like that. "Fine, 'Sir'-"
"-Three~"said Bakugo in a taunting, sing-song way.
Todoroki's eyes widened, "Th-three?" he squeaked, cringing as he felt more precum dripping from his shaft.
"Don't think you'll mind too much."
Shoto whined low in his throat - This was, by far, the most mortifying thing he had ever done in his life - but every prick of humiliation only seemed to deepen the well of his burning arousal...which, in turn, only made him more embarrassed. "...Please, may I stroke my cock, for you, Sir?" he grits out, half-heartedly glaring at the screen.
"Hmm..." Bakugo paused, pretending to think about it before that fire in his eyes grew even more as he opened his mouth and said,
"No."
No?
No?!
Shoto began to protest, only for Bakugo to instantly silence him by holding up a finger,
"Ask again. Correctly."
Okay, at this point? Shoto was getting desperate; Dignity be damned, "Please? Please, Bak-Sir, please?"
"Fuck, keep going." Katsuki groaned, his own dick visibly twitching.
With his cheeks burning, and his cock throbbing, Shoto continued. "Please, please, pleaseee, may I stroke my cock for you, Sir? Please?"
"Shit," Bakugo breathed, feasting on Todoroki's desperation like it was Lunch Rush's food, "put one finger on the head and beg again."
Shoto's mouth fell open; Was he serious?
Bakugo's eyes remained steadfast, "Be good."
That was SO unfair. Shoto fidgeted restlessly, feeling a strange mix of trepidation and excitement. Placing one trembling finger at the tip of his erection, he begged again, "Please, may I stroke my cock for you, Sir?" Bakugo's eyes gleamed with victory as he leaned forward, drunk on Shoto's submission,
"Naughty little thing." he all but purred.
Shoto whimpered, feeling his finger grow slick. "I'm not...not naughty..." he responded, whole body beginning to tremble with pent-up need.
"Really?~ Going to all those fancy, proper, stuffy rich kid schools, learning all that posh crap, having it drilled into your head to always to an 'upstanding citizen', only to be kneeling on your fucking bed, begging for me, your own classmate, for permission to touch yourself? Sounds pretty naughty, to me~"
A noise lased with pining lept from Todoroki's throat, his cock now drooling obscene amounts of that all too telling fluid onto his sheets.
"Heh," Bakugo continued, enjoying this way too much, "I could probably make you fucking cum like this. Would my toy enjoy that? Cumming untouched for Sir?~"
"I could say the same to you." Todoroki deflected; Voice devoid of any real bite as he gestured towards the - very obvious - tent the blond was sporting.
"Four."
Shit.
"Put your hand on your cock," said Bakugo, "but don't you dare fucking move it."
Todoroki shivered but obeyed - wrapping his hand around his length. The warmth and weight of his arousal felt somehow both familiar and foreign under his touch, especially with the weight of Bakugo's gaze on him. He bit back a moan, cock jerking at the contact as he tried his best not to give it the friction it so desperately craved.
"Apologize for running your mouth," Katsuki commanded, fully sinking into the unspoken narrative they were both eagerly participating in.
Shoto sent a look filled with passion and disbelief. Katsuki just raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting. "I'm," he started, face growing hotter with every word, "sorry, Sir."
"Sorry for what?" Bakugo's smirk grew wider, his eyes never leaving Shoto's flushed face, "use your words, toy."
The word 'toy' sent a bolt of electricity through Todoroki's body once again, cock jerking in his grasp, "I'm s-sorry for running my mouth, Sir."
"Are you going to talk back anymore?"
Despite his raging libido, Todoroki let the corner of his mouth lift into the barest hint of a smile, "I'll try not to, Sir."
"Six."
"Six?! What about five?!"
"You don't think I know how to deal with a brat? " asked Katsuki, smugness coating every word.
Todoroki grumbled, but relented, growing even thicker in his palm, "No Sir, I won't talk back."
"Good. Now beg; And mean it."
Finally, at his limit, Shoto cracked, no longer caring about how he sounded or trying to untangle the meaning behind his body's reactions.He simply shut his brain off, and begged."Please Sir, please. Please let me stroke my cock, I need it, I have to, please!" Tears of pure need and unbridled desire pricked Todoroki's eyes as he leaned further backward, revealing his face and making heated eye contact with Katsuki, the fire he had seen earlier now sparked into a raging inferno,
"Good boy. Now,"
Listening with bated breath, Todoroki nearly sobbed with relief upon finally hearing those three magic words,
"Stroke for me."