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Bakugo had no idea who these guys were or more importantly what their quirks were but that didn't matter to him. They looked like bottom feeders anyway, and he knew deep down it wasn't worth getting expelled just for beating two losers into a pulp. Maybe he just hadn't been beating anyone around recently to make these scum think he wouldn't kick their asses.

He had every intention of letting them go, but when one reached out to Todoroki with the intent of yanking his hair or flipping over his tray, Bakugo snapped like a taut bowstring. Instead of using full-force and decking the guy in the face, he shoved him face-first onto the table and twisted the guy's arm so hard around his back that he could have dislodged his shoulder.

He knew Todoroki could easily defend himself against these punks but like hell he'd let them touch a single strand of hair on his boyfriend's head. When the other guy lunged at him, he pulled his friend up to use as a shield, and kicked them both away, using self-defense techniques rather than going straight for the kill. "Pathetic scum like you piss me off," Bakugo growled under his breath, rejoining Todoroki at the table. "Come back after you learn how to fucking fight."
 
He'd instigated, he'd been expecting retaliation, and he'd assumed it would come in the form of physical violence - what he didn't expect was for Bakugo to intervene. Sure, he could have handled it, it was very likely he'd only even let contact be made to claim self defense later, but watching Bakugo move first did something to him.



After the way he'd grown up, he'd gotten too comfortable with pain. Never with protection. What maybe surprised him even more than that was that Bakugo didn't break a single bone.



He watched the unknown boys stumble off, muttering under their breaths and shooting daggered glares, before he looked back at his boyfriend.



A lot of things cross his mind to say. From gratitude to complimenting him for not losing his temper. He takes a drink and settles for, "that was hot."
 
Bakugo was all fired-up after that altercation, feeling like he could uproot everything and beat an army of people while he was at it. Maybe he'd even challenge Deku to a spar to see if he could still beat him.

He huffed as he sat down, picking up his chopsticks to continue eating. "If you weren't here, I would have fucked them up." Expulsion for him was different than getting Todoroki dragged into his violent messes. He didn't want Todoroki being exposed to that all his life.

"You wanna fucking die?!" Bakugo yelled at the students that were looking over to see what the commotion was about. When they whipped their heads back around, he growled in annoyance and scarfed down the rest of his food. "Two more years of this shit."
 
The rest of their lives was more likely, but he didn't say that. If he was being honest with himself, he hoped the people around them would grow up eventually.



Todoroki watched his boyfriend closely, taking in the anger rolling off of him. He'd never been good at stepping away from a situation once it started. It was why they had fought so much, before. Because Todoroki could stop being upset long before Bakugo could.



He twisted his chopsticks in his fingers for a moment, thinking. He didn't feel as drained as he had earlier, and he knew of two ways Bakugo could expel all that pent up energy.



Keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard, he asked, "want to fuck it out or fight it out?" It was the first time he'd ever used that word without being in a direct sexual situation, and he was a little surprised he didn't stutter with it.
 
Bakugo looked genuinely surprised when Todoroki said that point-blank in front of him in public. Granted, the others probably couldn't hear it but that didn't stop Bakugo from popping a boner right there and then.

He pushed it down with an embarrassed huff. The sweatpants were thin, so it would be obvious if he stood up now and the thing was tenting out the front.

"Damn it, Shoto," he muttered under his breath, one hand pressed to his crotch, the other hand grabbing a napkin to wipe at the water he'd sputtered all over himself in surprise. "Fuck it out," he muttered under his breath. "Not even close."
 
He hadn't been expecting that kind of reaction. He didn't know what had caused it either, the words or where they happened to be. He briefly remembered Bakugo threatening to make him cum on his fingers in public and felt a flush cross his face, but it was mixed with a bit of a smirk that he had managed to catch his boyfriend off guard at all.



He was in a weird mood today. From panic to calm to teasing to ... whatever this was. He'd likely be emotionally exhausted later, but for now he just decided to roll with it.



"Okay," he said simply, and another smirk played on his lips that he covered with his drink. "Let me know when you can stand up and we'll go."
 
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at him across the table. He thought he was so slick, teasing him like that and leaving him with a boner in a cafeteria crowded with people.

Once his hard-on was up though, it was hard if not impossible to convince his body that it wasn't time to fuck Todoroki's brains out. There was a buffering period between the two switches so now he had to sit there and think of something gross and awful to fish his head out of the gutter.

"You look damn pleased with yourself," he muttered, catching that smirk on the rim of Todoroki's cup.
 
He was, kind of. It was an odd kind of thrill to get under Bakugo's skin like that. It was easy to make him mad, easy to tease him, but to surprise him? That was entirely different. To know that he could turn him on to that point was ... exciting.



"Maybe," he said, and leaned back in his chair. He didn't have the confidence to be any flirter in public than he already had been - he barely had the confidence to do it in private - but he couldn't quite phase his expression back to neutral. "Just think about Midoriya, that should do it."
 
Like a charm, thinking of that useless Deku and how it enraged him to think about the times Midoriya had looked down on him deflated his cock faster than anything. Bakugo huffed in genuine surprise at how quickly that had worked.

At least Todoroki wouldn't ever have to worry about him having an affair with Midoriya of all people. He got up, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks as he picked up his tray to clean up, taking Todoroki's with him to speed up the process.

"Need a shower," he mumbled. They'd just do it in the shower, then, and Bakugo would spend the entire evening with Todoroki after, doing homework and whatnot. He grinned when he remembered something. "Fuck, I almost forgot. It probably came today!"

After grabbing his bag at the gym, he stopped at the student center to pick up a package addressed to their dorm. It was a gigantic box, one Bakugo was stubborn about carrying while he told Todoroki to hold his duffel bag of stuff.

"Huehuehue..." he laughed in excitement.
 
Todoroki wished he could say he was surprised that worked - Midoriya was attractive, so it wasn't that - but he wasn't. Bakugo had his hang ups and it was a little amusing and a little sad that Midoriya would happily be his friend if given the chance.



Regardless though, it was none of his business, and the slutty part of him thought maybe he ought to thank his friend for being a boner repellant.



He arched an eyebrow at whatever Bakugo remembered but didn't ask questions, just gathered his stuff and followed him back to the dorms, thankful that no one else decided to test Bakugo's patience on the way. The laugh once he got ahold of his package wasn't exactly inspiring faith that whatever was in it was normal.



"What did you order?" He asked cautiously, once they were in the safety of their dorm with the door closed behind them. He sat their bags aside, deciding they could wait. "It better not be an All Might life size cut out."
 
"Shut up," he barked instinctively, clutching the box protectively. "It's not."

He had to push it through the narrow door of their dorm room but once it was through, he placed it on the floor with a huff. With the way his face lit up, it seemed to be something he'd like, like video games or something, but when he tore through the cardboard, there were just... blankets inside.

Futons, specifically. It was surprisingly a normal thing to come out of that box but Bakugo was rolling the two sets out with a wide grin on his face. No more sleeping on hard couches or sharing a narrow bunk bed.

He'd invested most of his savings into this, so naturally he was a little in denial of just how much it had cost him.

"It's like a king-sized bed if you put it together!" he exclaimed, shoving the coffee table aside to make room.
 
At first, Todoroki was thoroughly confused, even as Bakugo started to unpack, until he explained himself out loud. Todoroki blinked, examining the quality and the size. No more crashing uncomfortably on the couch. No more wondering if he might end up on the floor after shoving himself into Bakugo's top bunk.



He started moving their furniture, putting the coffee table somewhere more aesthetically pleasing and shoving the couch off into a corner. He considered briefly asking someone if they wanted two couches in their room, but after he thought about what theirs had been through ... well, it wasn't the smartest idea. They really were going to have to burn it when they moved out. Luckily they both had quirks that could explain an accident.



"How much did this cost?" He asked. They were college students, they weren't exactly rolling in money. Sometimes just eating off campus was difficult. He didn't want Bakugo to take it back, already he was kind of in love with it, but it seemed like a hefty expense.
 
"Don't worry about it," he said after he'd laid it all down. He was brimming with pride because it had been his first huge purchase made for someone other than himself, too.

He definitely wasn't rolling in cash but his parents sent money here and there, wanting him to enjoy college life without eating cafeteria food everyday.

Once their bed was made, he flung off his tank top and took Todoroki by his waist to kiss his cheek. "You wanna fuck in the shower or our new beds?" he grinned.
 
Whatever argument he'd had died the moment Bakugo was half naked again and had his hands on his waist. He was kind of weak like that.

He leaned in for a real kiss, pushing up closer, before sliding his fingers into the waistband of Bakugo's pants and tugging him towards their bathroom.

"Shower first," he murmured. "New beds after." It wasn't like they ever just went one round anyway. And he could at least pretend that their new stuff would remain unsoiled.
 
Bakugo was still riled up after the altercation in the cafeteria, but Todoroki had figured out a surefire way to calm him down, or at least to give him a healthier, more productive way to expend that pent-up aggression.

His hands looped around, grabbing Todoroki's ass first thing. Their kiss was hungry and sloppy, Bakugo trying to navigate their way the bathroom with his hand grabbing the doorframe so they wouldn't hit it.

The water was turned on hot, and Bakugo glanced down at Todoroki's hands on his sweatpants. His cock had tented in them already, this time proud and pointed towards his boyfriend like a damn missile.

"You're always wearing too many damn layers," he grunted, pulling Todoroki's top off, and suckling a patch of skin on the bend of his shoulder where he had already made a hickey. Gym class was always a treat when he saw Todoroki changing in the locker room and showing everyone his damn bruises.
 
"You're never wearing enough," Todoroki said between biting kisses. "That's part of the problem". It was annoyingly attractive, it always had been. He didn't bother to pay attention to where they were going or what they might run into or to mess with the water. Bakugo had that. His only mission was messy kisses and dragging his teeth along his boyfriends neck.



He only pulled away long enough for Bakugo to take his shirt off, and with his attention on Todoroki's skin he focused on working his hands between their waists so he could undo the button and zip on his pants and get them out of the way.



He almost forgot about their shoes and grunted in annoyance as he overbalanced and had to catch Bakugo's should before he dropped, jerking his own off before grabbing his boyfriends feet and pulling those free too.



They both crashed into the shower, stepping over rumbled pants and shoes until Todoroki's bare back hit the warming tiles and he jerked Bakugo in after him, letting out a hiss as their cocks slid together before their bodies were flush, skin on skin, hot water covering both of them.
 
It was a mess of limbs and clothing, but when they managed to stumble into the shower horny as hell, Bakugo grabbed their cocks, frotting them together in the grip of his hand as they kissed.

The way he kissed Shoto was nothing short of lustful, as he let go of their hard cocks so he could slide his own against Shoto's hip, then his abs, following the grooves of those toned muscles.

"You ever played with toys?" he asked out of curiosity, peppering kisses down Todoroki's neck. Maybe Todoroki had one that he'd brought to the dorms, and no longer had any use for, but god damn did that thought live rent-free in his mind. He would have loved to see Todoroki fuck himself with a vibrator or a dildo.

"Cuz fuck... that'd be hot," he muttered.
 
It took a moment for Todoroki to understand the question, all the blood in his body much more interested in helping his dick out than his mind. But once he processed he flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the hot water.

He distracted himself with kissing, with running his hands down Katsuki's back, feeling the dips and grooves of his muscles, pulling him closer to enjoy the hard heat of his cock against his abs.

"Once," he admitted, his voice breaking on a stutter. He'd bought a very plain looking vibrator from a very discrete looking store online where he didn't have to look at anyone or talk to anyone or explain anything. It'd been during the summer of their breakup, when he'd been sexually frustrated and desperate,

He hadn't even been brave enough to turn it on, afraid the noise would given him away, and then he'd packed it back up in it's discreet packaging and thrown it away in a dumpster three blocks from his house.

"Buy me something and maybe I will again."
 
Katsuki could feel his cock twitch in interest as he thought of Todoroki fucking himself with a vibrator, his knees folded to his chest, that blush creeping on his face... His breaths were low, almost gravelly, as he kissed along Todoroki's neck and tried rubbing his aching hard-on against his boyfriend for some relief.

"Fuck, that's... hot," he growled. He guessed he was finally going to have to go job-hunting around the neighborhood or even on campus to be able to afford his boyfriend's demands.

"Yeah, soon as I'm not flat broke," Katsuki snorted. After the futons, Todoroki was going to have to pay for their dinners off-campus for a bit.

Knowing his boyfriend loved to be manhandled, he turned him against the tile and pressed his cock between those perky cheeks, rutting them between them slowly, his hand winding around to grab Shoto's throat from the front. "I fucked so much random shit to make it feel like you," he huffed against the shell of Todoroki's ear. Socks, his pillow, god-damn anything that was soft enough to replicate the way Shoto's ass clamped around him. "Think it's just you. The way you fucking moan when my cock stretches you out... fuck that gets me horny."
 
Todoroki almost laughed, he'd forgotten for a moment about the new bed taking up their sitting room, and how much it had most definitely cost.



"Maybe I'll buy it for myself," he muttered, only able to talk about it because his head was resting against the shower wall and his eyes were closed. "As a 'thank you' for giving me somewhere nice to relax after you fuck me crazy."



He wasn't broke, but his college allowance came from Natsou since neither of them liked taking their fathers money. He could spend a little extra.



"Fuck," he whispered the second Bakugo turned him, and if he stuck his ass out like a whore it wasn't like anyone but the two of them knew. His neck went up easily when Bakugo grabbed it, always too happy and too willing to submit. He practically whined at Bakugo's words though. The image of it ... of his boyfriend trying just as desperately to replicate what they'd had as he did ... that made his cock twitch.



"Yeah, well," he huffed. "Maybe I'm just addicted to your dick."
 
He was definitely not against fucking him in the shower, but without lube, it would be more painful than pleasurable for Shoto. That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy their foreplay here.

He was more than content to rut his fat cock between Todoroki's ass cheeks, and use a hand to jerk his boyfriend off with a handful of foamed soap. "I want to fuck you from behind this time, on the new futons," he grinned. "So let's get washed up quick."

He still made out with him, but there were tender moments between, when Bakugo would lather up shampoo in his hands and wash Todoroki's hair for him. It was a weird transition from being so horny that he couldn't function normally, to giving his boyfriend a rather innocent head massage as he worked suds into his hair.

"Cute," he mumbled under his breath, almost a whisper, as if he didn't know what to do when faced with that level of pure adorableness.
 
Shoto was such a slut for getting his ass played with that his cock was usually left neglected, but now, with Katsuki's hand working him, with the added pressure of his own fat dick pupping between his cheeks, he felt a little lightheaded. HIs boyfriends hands weren't soft, they were callused and well worked, his grip strong, and combined with the foamy soap it was the perfect mix of painpleasure that always got him panting.

"We're going to dirty them up on our first night, aren't we?" he asked weakly, and with a groan made his body refocus to washing up instead of getting off. He hadn't expected Bakugo to wash his hair for him, and he melted into the touch, going loose and relaxed the moment his boyfriends figures massaged his scalp.

"Did you just call me cute?" he asked, his eyes opening, a small smile playing on his lips. He pressed his face into Bakugo's wet neck as his smile only grew. He wasn't sure anyone had called him cute, and he'd never really expected it from someone who shoved his dick into him on the regular. He could have imagined it, it'd only been a whisper, and the water was loud, but he was so sure he'd heard it right.
 
It was a weird feeling, being so painfully hard that his dick felt like it'd combust, but wanting to kiss Todoroki's cute, wet face all at the same time. He pouted a bit as Todoroki buried his face into his neck. "Yeah. Cute," he mumbled under his breath. "Your face."

Maybe that was what it was. He'd been attracted to Todoroki that first day in class not because of that cool aloofness or the sharp, intense stare of those odd-colored eyes. Todoroki was just... cute. He almost looked like a kitten, to be honest, with his slightly slanted eyes and round face. He rinsed the suds from Todoroki's hair and cupped his cheeks to press a kiss to his boyfriend's face, right between his eyes on the bridge of his nose.

That smile made him feel fuzzy inside, so much that Bakugo stared, and stared, and stared as a blush blazed like wildfire across his cheeks.

He grinned, pressing a longer kiss to Todoroki's lips once they were both washed of suds and the day's filth. "Let's do it all night," he grinned.
 
He wanted to hide his face again as Bakugo stared at him. And stared. He knew it wasn't a bad look, especially given the way a rare blush spread across his face. But it was a lot of attention and he had to fight the desire to pull his face out of Bakugo's hands.



"All night, huh?" He asked as they washed off. "Feeling pretty confident about your stamina there?"



He got out first, pulling a towel through his hair before drying off. Once he was good and his boyfriend joined him, he took the towel to Bakugo next, running the soft wool over blonde hair and peppering his face in small kisses before drying his shoulders and giving up somewhere around his waist as his hand wrapped around Katsuki's cock. He sighed against his boyfriends mouth and dropped the towel before he sank to his knees on top of it. He kicked his lips before leaning in and dragging his tongue wetly from base to tip, like he was savoring every inch.
 
"I could last all night long," he grinned. They would have to go several rounds, until Todoroki begged him to stop as his hole was filled to the brim with cum and it became physically painful to hold all of it in.

The process of drying themselves off was short and sweet before they got dirty again, Todoroki sinking to his knees and already getting a head-start on his cock. It was erotic to watch him lick his cock so sensually, like Todoroki knew exactly where it'd end up soon. Bakugo sighed, feeling the heat return as his cock twitched in interest.

"Fuck, Shoto..." Bakugo smirked, combing his fingers through the crimson side of his boyfriend's hair and brushing it out of his eyes. "Couldn't wait to get out of the bathroom before you start slurping on my cock?" If Shoto wanted to be a slut tonight, he'd happily indulge him. He slid his fat dick against his cheek, smearing a trail of pre-cum there before it returned to those pretty lips. "Pretty slut."
 
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