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Shoto pressed his face to Katsuki's thigh, looking up at his boyfriend through hidden, lust dark eyes as his cock slid across his cheek. "No," he muttered. He didn't know what it was about being called pretty that did things to him, but he whined, letting his tongue swipe across the tip to gather what precum was left, then leaning in to let Katsuki's cock drag against his other cheek, his breath coming hot and slow against his balls before he sat up, wrapping his hand around the base of his boyfriends fat cock and feeding it into his mouth again.



He goes deep first, taking it all in down his throat, and stays there for a moment before drawing back and working up a faster speed. Sloppy, wet, desperate. He remembered the first time he'd sucked Bakugo's cock and been so sure he could never fit it all in his mouth, it was so thick, but practice made perfect and he was kind of a whore for it.
 
Of course, he remembered the first time Todoroki had sucked his cock, how inexperienced and hormonal the two had been to just try it out. Compared to then, the Shoto now was a shameless slut who knew just how to touch him to get his cock bulging in no time at all.

His fingers tightened in Shoto's hair, pulling his head close so he could cram his cock further down his throat. "You wanna get fucked, Shoto?" he growled. He'd always been a dirty talker, just as filthy with his words as he could be with his fists sometimes. "What kind of posture is that, then? Spread your knees, stick your ass out," Bakugo could only imagine the view of that behind Shoto, of his hole pink and begging to be filled with cock.

Bakugo hissed under his breath, feeling his cock jerk and throb in Shoto's mouth. Fuck, it felt good, so good that he couldn't help but thrust into his mouth, over and over, fucking his boyfriend's pretty face hard to make those tears flow.
 
The tight fingers in his hair let him know he was about to get pulled, so he relaxed his throat and allowed it without choking, humming appreciatively around the cock in his mouth.



His hand went to his own dick when Bakugo started talking. That had always been a problem. Filthy words in that deep, rough voice made his blood run hot and his cock leak. He did as he was asked, knees sliding apart, ass dropping low.



When Bakugo went to fucking his face he didn't have to try hard, just focused on keeping his mouth open, holding onto his boyfriends thighs so he didn't face plant. He could only stand it for a little while before drool started to pull over his bottom lip, and his eyes started to water. Bakugo was always rough like this, taking what he wanted. Taking what Shoto was more than happy to give.
 
Maybe it should concern him a little how much he enjoyed abusing Shoto as much as he liked to dote on him. His boyfriend just had the perfect expressions and made the perfect sounds to arouse that sadistic streak in him. The more obedient Shoto was, the more he wanted to push him to his limit.

"Good boy," he smirked, using Todoroki's throat as a warm sleeve for his cock, fucking it like it was just another tight hole for him to take. The blond tilted his head back and sighed in pleasure, fucking his boyfriend's face for as long as he pleased.

He let Todoroki at it, his hand wandering to the sink cabinet right next to him and fishing out a familiar accessory from it. It was the collar-and-leash set from Halloween that they hadn't used since then but now he was starting to see some other uses for it. Bakugo pulled his spit-slathered cock from Todoroki's mouth, and latched the red collar around his throat, testing its fit by wiggling three fingers between it and his neck.

"Pick up the leash with your mouth," he said, stroking his cock slowly to watch what Shoto would do. "Crawl to the futons, and wait there with your ass up like a good little bitch."
 
Sometimes, he thought if Bakugo kept praising him, he could keep his mouth open and let his throat be abused for hours. If Bakugo called him a good boy, he wanted nothing more than to prove that he was. That he could keep being good. That he was the perfect place for Bakugo to bury his cock and take his pleasure.

His jaw started to hurt and his lungs protested that he needed air and his lips felt like they might split and even as tears spilled over his cheeks, sliding through the lines of precum on his face, his own cock was hard and throbbing. He whined when Bakugo took his cock from him, falling forward on one hand. His eyes widened slightly as he felt leather circle his neck, and he thought oh, a shudder making it's way through his body as he looked at the leash on the ground next to him.

"I-" embarrassment and shame warred with the arousal, a new blush starting across his face and chest. He couldn't. What if he looked stupid. What if - what if Bakugo was just kidding? He glanced at his boyfriend for a moment, at the hand working his wet cock, remembered him calling him pretty. They had done plenty of dirty things, plenty of things that Todoroki would never admit out loud, but this? He covered his face with both of his hands, took a deep breath, and shook his head quickly. He couldn't. He just couldn't.
 
Bakugo tilted his head up slightly, pleased to see that Todoroki was simmering in his own shame and embarrassment. It must be so damaging to his pride to crawl to him like some bitch in heat with a collar around his neck, but... the blond glanced at his boyfriend's arousal.

"What, you can't?" he teased. "Why are you so damn hard, then?" If this really was Todoroki's limit, Bakugo wouldn't force him, but god, did he want to. They were just barely scratching the surface of all the wild, perverted things they could do with each other.

"Oi, Todoroki," Bakugo mumbled, walking to their living room and grabbing lube to slick up his cock. He needed to keep his erection hard after he couldn't fuck Shoto's throat anymore. He dropped the towel onto the futons almost like he was laying out a bed for the puppy. "You want to get fucking bred, don't you? Pushed down like a damn bitch and made to take my cock until your hole won't close anymore?" Bakugo grinned. "Come on, let me reward my pretty little bitch. Bring it over."
 
Fuck, he did. He liked being treated like all he was good for was something for Bakugo to fuck. He liked the way Bakguo's words made his cock twitch. And he fucking did want to lay out and present himself like a whore and cry from it. It always felt so fucking good.

He turned enough to watch the way Bakugo stroked his cock, just enough to keep it hard, just enough lube to promise it would slide in his ass real nice. He wanted to be good. To be rewarded. To look pretty, stretched out and covered in cum.

He took another deep breath and looked at the leash laying next to him. Then, moving quick like the faster he was the less time he would have to change his mind, he leaned down and picked it up with his teeth. His ears went red, his head hanging in shame and eyes downcast as he made his way to the futons. He tried to move quickly, on his hands and knees, but when he reached the beds he put one hand on the towel nervously, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to jump up, but then he remembered Bakugo had told him to be ready in the first place, so he jumped.
 
Bakugo hadn't expected Todoroki to swallow his shame so quickly, but damn, when he did, he swore his cock just got fatter from the sight. He stroked his dick to appease it, trying not to cum so soon from the tantalizing view.

He took the leash from Todoroki's mouth, wrapping the chain a few times tautly around his wrist to maintain a tight hold on his bitch. "Good boy," he sneered, pulling Todoroki into a searing and heavy kiss.

"I gave you what you wanted last time, didn't I? Ate you out until my jaws were damn sore for the whole day after," he muttered as he took his position behind Todoroki, the hand wound around the chain shoving his boyfriend's head into the futons. He wasn't afraid to be rough, not to Todoroki, not to anyone.

His other hand grabbed his cock by the base, soothing its ache by feeding the fat head into his slut's hungry hole. With a wet squelch, he forced it to open around him, and twisted his fingers into Todoroki's roots. "Open up for your master," he growled.
 
The kiss was probably the only thing that kept him from getting down and locking himself into the bathroom so he could hopefully just die. It was hot and passionate and reminded him just how turned on and needy he was. He focused on what Bakugo was saying. It was true, last time had been all about him, this time, he could be good.

He whined as his face was shoved down, shifting subconsciously to get into a better position, knees out, ass up, chest down. He hadn't had enough prep, but it didn't really matter, his hole always seemed to want to swallow Bakugo's cock down. The pressure there and in his hair made him hiss out a curse, his right hand twitching against the bed in what looked like a tap out motion, but he'd told Bakugo since High School to ignore it. Keep going.

He'd happily be a bitch. Be a good boy. Call Katsuki master. As long as it meant he'd get fucked.
 
Bakugo smirked as he felt Todoroki push against him, whether that be his hole trying to push his cock back out or just his body squirming against him. He ignored them, taking his boyfriend's hot, tight ass for his own pleasure as inch after inch sunk into him.

"Fuuuuuck," came that long-drawn groan of pleasure as he slowly sunk into his lover. His hips slapped against Todoroki's ass as he fully seated himself in. "That's a fucking tight ass," he swore under his breath, bringing both hands back to spread his boyfriend's cheeks with his thumbs, knowing Shoto was embarrassed about these filthy acts.

"Wonder what everyone else would think with you on your hands and knees like this, begging for my cock?" he teased, yanking on the chain to bring his head up and out of that pillow. "Come on, pretty bitch," he huffed, leaning over as if to mount Shoto and slamming his hips forward. "Let's do this all fucking night."
 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered, barely audible, his fists clenching and arms tensing in an attempt not to drop himself against the bed and squirm away. Bakugo was so goddamn thick, he had no idea how he managed to take his cock regularly, but without any fingers first it felt like he was going to split in half. He moved one arm under his head, pressing his eyes to his forearm, trying to shake off the embarrassment of Bakugo looking at him like that.

"Shut -" he started, not wanting to think about anyone else seeing him like this. He could barely handle Bakugo seeing him like this. But the words literally caught in his throat as Bakugo jerked him up and oh, oh, that was an awful thing he was into. He groaned as Bakugo slammed forward, gritting his teeth. He was already panting, his hips too high to rub his cock against anything for the friction. "Pervert," he muttered. "You really get off on using me like this, huh?"
 
He jerked the leash a little harder, slamming his hips so hard against Todoroki's that his waist slapped up his perky ass. "That's 'master' to you," he chuckled, biting the bend of his shoulder to stake his claim. But Todoroki would figure that out sooner or later, when he was fucked so thoroughly all he could do was moan and whine like a well-bred whore.

Bakugo drizzled more lube onto the half of him that wasn't inside Todoroki, the excess dripping off his cock and onto the towel. It would only get easier from here, Todoroki's ass getting used to the stretch until all he'd feel would be pleasure.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he ordered with a snap to the leash. "All the way down, then all the way to the tip."
 
It wasn't the first time he thought Bakugo might actually drive him insane during sex, but it was one of the strongest. He felt like he was burning in the best way possible where Bakugo bit him, the collar digging into his neck just hard enough that it made it a little difficult to breathe in that way he liked.



The extra lube helped ease the stretch, and he huffed when Bakugo ordered him to do the work. It was difficult when he knew it was going to hurt. But he readjusted his position, bearing his weight on his hands, and snapped his hips back. That was easier than dragging back up, and he muttered swears all the way to the tip, taking a moment to breathe and readjust before he did it again. And again. And again.
 
God, it was the best massage to his dick that he'd felt in a while. The slow and even methodical push-and-pull of those velvety walls hugging every inch of his cock whittled away at his resolve to keep his orgasm at bay.

Fuck it was hot, watching Todoroki train his own ass to take his cock like that. From base to tip, he saw the way that tiny hole struggled to take his girth, even with the copious amounts of lube.

He watched as Todoroki prepped himself on his dick, waiting for the right moment to lean over him and mount him like a damn dog ready to rut his bitch. "You wanna bite down on this?" he teased as he offered the chain as a gag, and whether he obliged or not, Bakugo snapped his hips in a hard, deep pace, fully intending to make Shoto feel every thrust that slammed his cock into his insides.
 
By the time Bakugo traded out with him, he was ready. The burn had started to fade into something that felt good. He glared when he was offered the leash but then almost regretted it when his boyfriend slammed into him again. The sound he made was ridiculous as he scrambled to get a grip on the bed, his head dropping between his arms and hanging there as Bakugo fucked into him. He'd almost forgotten just how deep Bakugo's cock could go in this position, and he felt so fucking full that his broken gasps matched the pace Bakugo had set. He was wrecking him already, and if he really wanted to make it all night he was going to kill him.



He whined again, letting his arms drop, bowing his back and forcing his ass up higher, Bakugo's cock going impossibly deeper with the inclined angle.
 
He accommodated for the shift in the angle, his cock driving so deep that he felt Todoroki's pink rim kiss his balls as it swallowed his cock whole. From then on it was purely self-indulgent, Bakugo fucking his boyfriend at the rough pace that he liked, brutalizing his insides like he was fighting in an arena. Todoroki was the one who'd put up the offer of him fucking it out, so he really couldn't be blamed.

Bakugo could go so much longer than others, having enough stamina to last them all night if they really wanted to go at this. He was sweating but there was a grin on his face that showed he was enjoying this adrenaline rush, the chance to push himself to the limit. "You love this shit, don't you? You love just going stupid, taking my cock like a little bitch," he snarled, accenting every word with a harsh thrust. "Stop resisting, just take me in all the way," Bakugo chuckled, forcing his fat cock past the contractions and the protests of his little asshole, making him mold around him completely.
 
Once they set a good pace, once he could relax, he just took it. Desperate little noises falling passed his lips and fingers curling and uncurling against the futon and eyes clenched shut. He'd offered up his ass for Bakugo's energy and he was paying for it in the best way.



Katsuki's fucking mouth. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath before he forced himself to relax. How the hell his hole wasn't already molded for Bakugo's cock he didn't know, but he was damn well determined. He moaned again as Bakugo forced himself deeper, panting where his face was pressed into the pillow again, chest heaving. He was going to cum soon, there was no way he could keep getting fucked like this and not.
 
Once he got a rhythm going, Bakugo was not only trying to drive his cock into Todoroki's guts but he was trying to slam his hips against his boyfriend to make him collapse against the futons. Like every slap of his hips was just another swing of the hammer against a stubborn nail.

Fuck did he get off on this. He kept the brutal thrusts going for so long Todoroki's ass was tinged pink from the repeated slaps, and when he was about to cum, he bit down hard on Todoroki's shoulder and pushed in balls-deep. His hands on Todoroki's hips kept him from pulling off as he filled him with load after load of cum, flooding his beaten guts with his heavy, sticky seed.
 
It was rare that they came together, they usually took turns, but the second Bakugo's teeth buried into his skin like he was trying to claim something, paired with the feeling of cum flooding him, of that last deep thrust, he broke apart.



He collapsed then, his hips only staying up because of his boyfriends death grip on them, keeping them pressed tightly together. The sound he buried into the futon was half shout and half moan, his own cum dampening the town under him as he came hard.



"Fuck," he whispered, a shudder rolling down his spine. "Fuck. I love it when you fill me up."
 
Bakugo huffed like a maddened bull when he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm in his breeding bitch of a boyfriend. With those walls clamping tight around him, pulsating around Bakugo's cock as Shoto came too, he felt half his strength leave him. Lesser men would have stopped here, too exhausted to continue.

After a pause to catch his breath, Bakugo pulled out of Todoroki, leaving his cum filled deep inside him. He collapsed next to Todoroki on their new bed, manhandling him to spoon him from behind as they lied side-by-side.

He hooked Shoto's leg over one of his forearms to bare that hole to his cock once more, and fed his half-hard dick into it. He kept his free arm braced beneath Todoroki, pulling him back and against his chest.

"Yeah? You're gonna be so full of cum you'll be spitting it out your mouth," Bakugo husked. "Feel it. Feel how soft and loose your hole is," he chuckled against the shell of Todoroki's ear as he sheathed his cock inside him. "Feel how it fucking stretches around my meat."
 
He knew there was no way they were done, not with the game Bakugo had been talking, but he shot his boyfriend a confused look when he landed next to him, his orgasm high fuzzy. He fell into position easily, his leg going up without resistance, and pushed his ass back once his boyfriends cock was inside of him again.



"How do you fucking cum that much and stay hard," he grumbled, reaching a hand back to get a grip on Bakugo's hip for no reason other to have something to dig his nails into. He'd never really considered himself much of a cumslut but maybe he was, because suddenly the idea of being drenched in Bakugo's cum sounded like the best thing he'd ever heard. He was sure he made some kind of embarrassingly wanting sound as his temple dropped against the bed.
 
It really was a miracle how Bakugo was even half-hard after unloading everything in Todoroki, but he supposed that was the perk of having sex so often his body had just... adapted, like everything else he worked hard for. If he focused on how hot Todoroki was, his cock seemed to agree and stayed just hard enough for him to fuck him again.

The next few rounds were bound to feel sensitive, and not nearly as satisfying as the first go but Bakugo couldn't get enough of his boyfriend. It was almost an obsession how he just wanted to expend all his energy on this person.

The hand that lifted his thigh went to his chest, teasing and pinching his nipple. "We didn't fuck for three whole days," he grinned. "You know how fucking good this ass feels, babe?"

He demonstrated just how much by grinding in deep, sighing in pleasure as he could fuck him through his own cum as lube.
 
Todoroki gasped when Bakugo's fingers latched onto his nipple and arched into the touch. His whole body was always more sensitive after coming, not that he didn't enjoy it in the first place.



Bakugo doesn't need an answer but he says "probably as good as your dick feels in me" anyway, holding tight to his boyfriends hip and grinding down. The angle was good for rubbing against his prostate and he sighed in pleasure, the cum still in him and Bakugo's cock spent making it more sensual than unbearable, a constant wave of good.
 
This round was something of a recovery round for the both of them, so Bakugo spent all his energy grinding into Todoroki's prostate and kissing him over his shoulder. He would have made a few hickeys on his neck but that collar was bound to make a few marks already with how hard he'd pulled on it earlier.

It was a slow process but he was working his way up to a steady pace when he heard knocking at their door. It was fucking Midoriya. Bakugo didn't stop fucking Todoroki just because he was that pissed that he had to come by at this exact moment just to check on Todoroki.

"He's fine!" Bakugo yelled, trying to keep his cock hard even with Deku being annoying on the other side of the door. "Go away, Deku! I'm busy!" he huffed.
 
Todoroki laughed. He couldn't help it. He pressed his mouth into his own shoulder to try and stifle what was definitely close to a giggle. As much as he and Bakugo had fucked in high school, getting their hands on each other as often as they could, they'd never gotten caught.



Now though, when they were out, when people knew they were fucking, now was when someone chose to almost learn more than they wanted to.



Bakugo didn't stop, so Todoroki took a few deep breaths in an attempt to have a voice that didn't crack and called out, "I'm okay Midoriya, thank you!" At least Bakugo hadn't made him scream yet, he always sounded hoarse after.
 
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