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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

This was kind of hot. Making Todoroki do the talking while he was fucking the cum out of his hole. Bakugo grinned, panting against the crook of his boyfriend's neck as his thrusting continued, rocking deep inside the other male.

"Oh, Kirishima and I were worried about you, so I wanted to check if you were okay," came Midoriya's voice on the other side of the door. "If you and Kaachan are busy, I'll... come back later?"

Bakugo didn't care what Midoriya did, too focused on his boyfriend to respond to him. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, smirking as the slaps of his hips sounded wet with all the cum he was sloshing inside Todoroki.
 
Of course Bakugo wasn't going to make this easy for him. That was just like him. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Bakugo's cock work deep inside of him. His thighs felt wet, meaning cum was dripping out of him.



"Y-yeah," he says, and curses himself for the little stutter, his nails digging into Bakugo's hip. Of course he'd get off this. The sound of Bakugo fucking into him sounded so loud to him, and they were so close to the door ...



"Tomorrow, please?" He requested. He wasn't good at raising his voice normally, trying to do it now was a goddamn chore. "Katsuki's ... taking care of me."
 
"Damn right I am," Bakugo chuckled as he drove harder and harder into his slut, kissing the crook of his neck where the collar wasn't wrapped around. The sound of them fucking was loud, but not nearly enough to deter Deku from knocking again.

"I brought some ice cream for you guys, though! It's, um, it's melting," Midoriya said.

His persistence pissed Bakugo off, who just hauled Todoroki's leg over his shoulder and pressed into him deep, now hovering over him. "Deku!" he snarled. "I'm fucking his brains out!" That was the beauty of being out, he supposed. No need for subtlety among friends, especially when one was being extremely annoying.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Midoriya squeaked. "I-I'll come back later!"
 
"Shut up!" Todoroki hissed between his teeth, but the effect was largely lost when it turned into a moan and his heel dug into Bakugo's back. Midoriya was being extremely kind and at any other moment he would have been graciously accepting his offer of care and assuring him he didn't have to.



But he went kind of stupid when Bakugo's cock was buried deep in his ass making his entire body feel like it belonged to him and he was happy to give it up.



"Please!" He managed to say, and he meant for it to be for Midoriya - he really did - but he had a feeling it sounded a bit more like it was for Katsuki. He heard shuffling, quick footsteps and the blessed silence of a door that was no longer being knocked on.



He glared up at his boyfriend and gripped his blond hair. "Hazard," he said between clenched teeth, "to society."
 
Katsuki couldn't care less where Midoriya went, all he could focus on were those perky pecs bouncing as he thrust harder and harder into his boyfriend. The lube was running thin and even all the cum he'd put in Shoto seemed to get even thinner as they fucked.

With the annoying nerd gone, Katsuki spread his boyfriend's thighs and got him in missionary, both hands on Shoto's hips.

He knew it was a rhetorical statement but Katsuki couldn't help but make a shit-eating grin as he kissed Shoto hard, his body covered in sweat again. Fucking Shoto was an effective workout as any, if not a much better one since he was constantly trying to push his limit.

"Fuck," he mumbled, one hand grabbing Shoto's pec to squeeze as he came shortly after a few more thrusts, his entire body trembling as he filled Shoto with another load, a mess quickly forming between his legs.
 
It was getting more sensitive, the pleasure changing from a constant low thrum to a sharper, needier desire. With his friend gone, Todoroki relaxed again, going stupid once more to anything that wasn't Bakugo's cock slamming into him.



He arched into the kiss, pushing back, tongue and teeth and too much and not enough all at the same time. His own hips were moving, desperate motions to get himself off too, getting filled again almost did it. Katsuki trembling through his orgasm, his ass too full already to keep it all in, nearly drove him over.



He shoved a hand between them to wrap it around the head of his dick and that pushed him. He bit into his lower lip, his hand in his boyfriends hair gripping tight, as he came between them, wet and sticky against both their abdomens.
 
Even after cumming twice, Bakugo didn't seem at all appeased, and went at Todoroki again, again, and again, until he was too sore to even lift his head. They must have gone at least five rounds, and it was a miracle his dick was even still half-hard, but damn was it so sore.

Feeling like he'd run a marathon or at least fought a pro hero, Bakugo rolled over, sweating and trying to catch his breath. It was three in the morning. They hadn't gone literally all night but it was the closest they had ever gotten to fucking for nearly a quarter of the day.

"Fuck, my dick hurts," Katsuki snorted, glancing over at Shoto to check that he hadn't passed out after all that.
 
How he hadn't passed out, he didn't know. He was exhausted, and a little light headed, and couldn't even move. He'd landed however Bakugo had last put him, his muscles loose and breath shaky.



He felt both amazing and overused. Fucking all night wasn't something he'd honestly thought they could do, and now his body was wishing they would have at least started off slower.



He snorted weakly. "Your dick hurts? Try being my ass."
 
Katsuki sat up with a bit of a drunken grin, staring down at Shoto who was blissfully fucked to his limit. He almost wanted to fuck him again for just looking so damn fuckable.

He scooted another towel underneath Shoto in case he couldn't keep all the cum inside. He'd given him a proper creampie this time, one that probably needed another shower to thorougly wash off.

"Maybe don't look so damn hot next time and I won't have to fuck your ass that hard," he grinned.
 
He hadn't even really thought of how much cum he was covered in until he felt himself being moved for another towel. It wasn't even just Bakugo's either, it was his own, spread across his stomach. Dried on his face from a blow job hours ago. All over his thighs.

"I shouldn't find this hot," he muttered, turning his face into the bed. He hadn't even meant to speak out loud, but he'd been so thoroughly fucked-out his brain-to-mouth filter seemed to be logged off. He was sore, but he kind of liked it. He wasn't sure he'd feel the same way once he tried to get up and actually move.
 
Katsuki pressed a kiss to Shoto's cheek, and dragged himself up despite his body protesting against any movement. "Fuck, I'm gonna run us a bath," he said. Not a quick shower but a proper soak in some hot water so they wouldn't be fucked tomorrow with sores and aches.

After taking the collar off Shoto, he left his boyfriend to go run them a hot bath, and returned to pick him up bridal style since he figured Shoto's legs would be like jello right now.

Carefully, Bakugo lowered them both into the bath, hissing as the hot water enveloped them both. It felt heavenly against his sore muscles as he leaned back, Todoroki tucked between his legs since the bathtub was small.
 
Shoto grunted, he wasn't sure if it was supposed to be an agreement or an argument, but he knew he couldn't move. He couldn't even lift his head when his boyfriend took the collar from his neck. It felt kind of strange, like unspoken permission that he was allowed to stop being a slut and be a person again. He wasn't sure what he thought about that.

He was sure he drifted off, because the next thing he knew he was pressed to Katsuki's warm chest, and then being lowered into hot water. He curled against his boyfriend a little closer, the water just on the edge of too hot, but he knew his muscles would thank him for it later. When did they start fucking as hard as they trained?

He wiped a hand through the water before bringing it to his face and scrubbing away the tears and precum that had dried there. He'd never really felt the need to be taken care of after sex, but he ... liked it.

"Feel better?" he asked, remembering that what had started this whole thing was Bakugo being worked up and pissed off.
 
Katsuki wasn't one for cuddling or aftercare but the longer he dated Shoto, the gentler he was after sex. Even now, he relaxed as Shoto pressed against his broad chest, one arm on the edge of the tub while the other wiped the dried cum and spit off his boyfriend's face.

"Tch, would've been better if that damn Deku didn't interrupt us," he muttered, thoughe way his body relaxed made it clear that yes, the anger had been fucked out of him.

Katsuki yawned, hanging both arms out of the tub and stewing in the water for a bit, content to just be sharing the same space as Shoto in the afterglow of their sex. "Gonna knock the fuck out after this," he chuckled.
 
"Whatever," he muttered, closing his eyes again. "You liked that just a little bit and you know it."

He rubbed his hand over his neck where he knew there were likely marks from the collar and thought about how much he'd liked that. It struck him as odd that after all the sex they'd had, they could still find things they didn't know they'd liked. "I might not even wake up tomorrow. Fuck the idea of having to sit down."

He sat up a little and stretched, working out the muscles in his back before focusing on cleaning himself up. He had more to do than Bakugo, it was his ass full of cum after all, but once he was sure it was as good as he could do, he fell back on his boyfriends chest and sighed, content to let the warmth sooth him.
 
"I'd fuck you in front of him, just to let that nerd know you're mine," he muttered, his hand resting around his boyfriend's throat in substitution of the collar. He squeezed just softly enough to not choke him but the threat was veiled, like a silent but deadly reminder that he'd take what was his.

"You liked that more than you let on," he grinned as he pulled Shoto's head up by his neck to kiss him. "You should've gone as the werewolf on Halloween if you liked being collared like a little bitch."

It made him think that Katsuki could actually invest in a real one for Shoto if he wanted. An actual human-grade collar that they could use for this kind of play, not a Halloween prop. "Wanna do it again next time?"
 
Shoto sighed happily when Bakugo's hand went around his throat, and didn't have the energy to regret it. "I'm pretty sure everyone knows I'm spoken for," he muttered softly. "The way you bruise me up like you're marking your damn territory." He couldn't hide them all, especially in gym class.

He moved way too willingly when Bakugo pulled him up. "Shut up," he muttered into the kiss, too tired to be as embarrassed as he normally would, but still uncomfortable.

He pushed enough to sink back down in the bath, head resting just under his boyfriends, cheeks a little weird. "We're going to be this kind of couple, huh?" he asked softly. "With kinks a mile long."
 
"Tch, and you don't?" Katsuki raised a brow. He had plenty of Shoto's marks to show on his body too, ones that Kirishima teased him about when he was shirtless during their workouts. They even talked about sex a lot of times, Kirishima talking about his few affairs with girls, while Bakugo told enough about his own experiences with Todoroki to pique Kirishima's curiosity.

"You mean my damn kinks?" he snorted. All of what they had been trying so far had been Katsuki's idea of introducing something new into their sex but he wondered if Shoto had some devious kinks of his own.

"Tell me what you're into," he said, fixing Shoto's hair fondly and pressing a lighter kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, right over his scar.
 
Todoroki turned around to claim that he didn't, only to be met with the hint of scratch marks over Katsuki's shoulder that he knew had appeared when he'd dragged his blunt nails all the way down his back, and a set of bruises low on his hip. He turned back and definitely didn't pout.

"Not just yours," he muttered, but it wasn't until Katsuki pointed it out that he realized how much he didn't push adding new things. He was just always happy to take what Bakugo wanted to give him. He huffed out a warm breath and closed his eyes as Katsuki kissed his forehead. That was ... nice.

"I don't know," he said. "You have more ..." he couldn't say experience. He took one of Bakugo's hands in his and played with his fingers for a moment before placing it around his throat again. "I like that," he said, voice soft. "And I ... would like to ... the collar ... again."
 
Bakugo smirked at how embarrassed Todoroki seemed to be as he admitted to liking the collar more than he'd initially let on. His arms wound tightly around his boyfriend's middle to pull him protectively against himself, just taking a moment to breathe in his scent and just... enjoy him there with him. With all his lustful desires fucked out of him, Bakugo was left in a cuddly and loving mood, a state of being only Todoroki got to see.

He even laced one of their fingers together, squeezing their hands on top of his boyfriend's stomach. "We'll do whatever you want next time," he said. "I get off faster when I see you liking it, anyways."
 
He liked Bakugo for who he was, he kind of always had, but he was learning he really enjoyed this side of him too. The side that didn't just say 'I love you', but acted on it. He was relaxed, and sleepy, and being doted on, and if he curled up closer and liked the strong, protective feeling of his boyfriends arms around him, no one had to know but them.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his boyfriends hand. "I like it when you pull my hair, and call me a bitch, and tell me I'm your slut, and..." he sunk a little lower and muttered under his breath, "and tell me I'm pretty."
 
Whenever Todoroki's face came into view, Bakugo couldn't help but find an opening to kiss him here and there, like he couldn't express his love in words so he'd rather do so with actions. "Yeah?" he grinned in amusement. "You're fucking weird." He said so in a doting way, because if another guy called him pretty, he was sure he'd make them swallow their own teeth.

"But you are," he pursed his lips and tilted Todoroki's face towards him so he could take in his boyfriend's beautiful features. He brushed his thumb over his lower lip and leaned in to kiss it. "You're prettier than any guy or girl I've ever seen."
 
"You're fucking weird," Todoroki shot back, but his tone didn't hold any venom, likely because Bakugo's hadn't either. He let his face be tilted and narrowed his eyes slightly as his boyfriend kept talking, but with the blush creeping across his face, it wasn't a very strong glare.

He didn't think he should like it. It wasn't exactly a manly word, he should probably prefer handsome or attractive or - but when Bakugo said it, it got his heart pounding, got his blood rushing. If anyone else dared to call him pretty he'd probably just stare at them until they got uncomfortable enough to walk away.

"I like it when you throw me around," he admitted, maintaining eye contact for what was probably the first time ever when talking about sex. He thought that was another thing he'd only ever let Bakugo get away with. "I like walking around with your teeth marks on me."
 
It was Bakugo's turn to have that blush creep across his cheeks when Todoroki stared at him like that. Any person would crumble under a gaze like that, even if they had a confidence quite as unbreakable as Bakugo's. "You're the weird one here," he snorted, pressing his boyfriend's cheeks together so his lips puffed out.

Speaking of teeth marks, he'd made a pretty deep one on the bend of Todoroki's shoulder which would take at least a few days to heal. He was pretty proud about that one.

As he drained the water to refill it again, he squirted some bubble bath mix into the water this time and made a little headband of bubbles for Todoroki.
 
Todoroki rolled his eyes, but didn't argue that time. Instead he stopped talking, resting his arm on the edge of the tub before leaning his head on it. He was still between Bakugo's legs, this time with his own on either side of his boyfriends hips, so they could fit facing each other.

They hadn't spent time together like this before. Quiet. Just enjoying being in each others space. Hair wet and plastered to his forehead, dark red eyes soft, expression lax instead of smirking or spiting or angry.

He reached out with one hand to draw his fingers over Bakugo's chest, with no real need or desire other than just to touch, to feel the outline of muscles he was often pressed against. Despite all his teasing earlier, he could tell the man was working harder at the gym, it was making a difference. He smoothed his thumb over a bruise he had left and thought a soft, fleeting, mine.
 
He simmered in the comfortable silence with Shoto, letting his arms hang over the edge of the tub and his head tipping back. They stayed like this a while until they moved to their futons and there, Bakugo felt like he was lying on fucking clouds after tolerating the stiff couch or the crowded bunk bed all the time. Sleep came to him easily, his arms wrapped around Todoroki.

A few weeks later, he and Midoriya had gotten into quite an explosive fight. He was tired of the secrets, the blatant show of favoritism that All Might showed Deku, and just... feeling like he was getting further and further behind no matter what he did, while someone like Midoriya got stronger and stronger. It wasn't fair, he thought, so the two had decked it out for the first time without any supervision, and their battle had left behind a trail of rubble and destruction on the beta grounds.

Bakugo had won that fight by a close call, and though he still hated Midoriya's guts, he felt... relief. That feeling stayed, even as he returned to his dormitory properly scolded by the instructors, and his body covered in scuffs and wounds, the most concerning being the skid marks Midoriya's cleats had left across his forearms. They were fucked up and bruised, left untreated since Recovery Girl wasn't on shift this late. He staggered into the dorm smelling of soot and dirt, hoping he was quiet enough not to wake Todoroki.
 
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