ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

[ValentineCloud]

Bakugo had always had this way of touching him that was all consuming, like he could get lost in the feeling of calloused hands dragging across his skin, well worked from training and explosions and curling into fists. Like a live wire moving against him, demanding attention and demanding control.



That, combined with the sound of his name dripping of Bakugo's lips, low and breathy, made him want to squirm. His pants were too tight, even as Bakugo worked them open, he wanted them off, and his body reacted to the grip on his ass before his mind did. His dick was aching, hard and wanting.



He didn't even fully register moving until they were on the couch, side by side, but he wanted more. More skin, more everything. He watched with half lidded eyes as Bakugo sucked on his own finger, arousal pooling los in his stomach. Knowing where it was going his legs spread as much as they could in his pants.



His sigh when Bakugo touches him there is filled with heat, and he brings their mouths back together in something sloppy and wet, his hips moving lazily between rubbing his cock against his ex's and his ass against his finger.



"Missed you," he admits, even though he shouldn't, but his mind is hazy and warm and it's fine. "Missed this."

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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He couldn't get very far with Todoroki's pants in the way. "Damn pants!" he growled, annoyed in his lustful stupor as he pulled his finger out, just to rip and jerk at the irritable piece of clothing. Once Todoroki was fully naked, his finger returned, swiping along his taint before it slipped deep inside of Todoroki. Fuck, he was tight. Even with just one finger, Todoroki seemed to clamp around him so tight that moving it was difficult.​

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"I know you did," Bakugo grunted. "It was annoying, you pretending you didn't." He was guilty of the same thing, but Bakugo wasn't great at admitting his own flaws.​

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He sealed their lips in a searing kiss again, this time the exchange hot and heavy with tongue, while his finger worked him in slowly, but deep. Somewhere in there was Todoroki's sweet spot, that bundle of nerves that had even the quiet Shouto moaning like a damn whore. His finger searched for it eagerly, nudging and bumping upwards, while his lips had left Todoroki's to make an angry hickey on his neck. How about showing up to the first day of class with that? ​

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"Get it out," he muttered, addressing his own cock straining, trapped in his sweatpants. His cock was at full attention now, red and swollen at the tip, his girthy shaft angry with veins that bulged out.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

When his pants were finally gone and Bakugo's finger was no longer just a tease but an insistent pressure, Todoroki let out a hiss against his bare chest, fingers curling and his hole protesting the intrusion. He hadn't had anything but his own fingers up there since summer, and he was tight and out of practice. But fuck, if it didn't make his cock leak.



The thing was, Bakugo knew exactly how to work him. How to stretch him open and make him pant and forget why he had ever thought this was a bad idea. He held onto Bakugo's arm tightly, moans just starting to build from where his head was tossed while his fair skin was getting marked up from how hard Bakugo was sucking on his neck.



The order is something he can easily - gladly - follow, and while he doesn't want to be empty, he pulls at Bakugo's arm until he gets the hint and pulls his fingers free, then shuffles down just enough to jerk his cock from his pants and shove it into his mouth instead.



The sound he makes is damn pornographic, because Bakugo is thick, and so fucking hard that his cock has no give, but his mouth waters for it immediately and he drags his tongue over the familiar veins with a purpose and he wants it in him. He wants to fuck. He wants to scream so loud the neighbors know Bakugo's name before they ever meet.

 

[minccino]

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His finger popped out of that hole with a wet sound, and he didn't have the time to protest before Shouto's mouth was on his cock, and fuck, he almost came right there and then. Women were shy with this, but Todoroki sucked him as if he'd done it everyday, and was running for a medal.​

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"Shit!" he groaned, a hand immediately curling into the red locks, fisting his fingers tight at the roots.​

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His cock was definitely a bit too girthy for some, and long by average standards. He wasn't packing too much, but there was a slight, disproportionate swell in the middle of Bakugo's cock that felt like a knot as it went in, and the way it curved slightly towards his stomach, angry and proud like the rest of him, was his best feature. He swore and gripped the couch with his free hand as Todoroki went to town, drooling and slurping on his dick like he was born to do this.​

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"Look at me," he muttered, grabbing both sides of Todoroki's head now, and pushing his cock so far in Todoroki was sure to gag. His eyes widened and a cocky grin spread across his face, the same kind that showed when he was about to beat the shit out of someone. "That's it, I want to see you cry." And the messy face-fucking began, Bakugo's hands making sure Todoroki couldn't pull back, and his cock fucking his throat mercilessly, burying Shouto's nose in his tuft of pubes every time he forced him to swallow all the way down. Bakugo never did anything gently, and certainly not Todoroki.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

Many times before, Todoroki had looked at himself in the mirror, pressed fingers to the bruises and the hickies left on his skin, traced the scratch marks blunt nails left, felt throughly used and fucked and blissed out about it. Felt owned. And he loved it.



He sucked cock dirty, it was his only weapon to fight back with, his only way to make Bakugo as desperate as he was. It'd been awhile, his mouth kind of hurt from the stretch, but really that only fueled him to do more. Both hands were in his hair now and his eyes snapped up. He'd always obeyed. Face flushed, lips wet, he wasn't ready for the thrust that forced Bakugo's cock down his throat. He gagged, and forced himself to breathe through his nose, because oh, this was going to get messy.



Something was fucked up in him that he loved it. That he forced his throat to relax and his jaw to go slack and to hold on for dear life while his ex boyfriend used him like he was nothing more than a wet hole to fuck. His eyes watered from the force of it, saliva went up his nose, but he'd be damned if he didn't moan, didn't feel the vibrations of it shoot up Bakugo's cock, didn't think he couldn't cum just from this. If his mouth wasn't full, he'd probably beg.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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His grin even widened further when he saw just how much Todoroki was struggling to breathe around his cock. That stoic face that was so cautious to show the slightest hint of emotion to anyone else... it was almost euphoric to see it so twisted with pleasure, now.​

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Bakugo winced as his cock throbbed with pleasure. The harder he fucked Shouto's mouth, the faster his climax came, which was frustrating because he'd gone hours with women, only to leave half-hard and unsatisfied. Todoroki hadn't sucked his cock for longer than half a minute and he was already starting to feel the heat coil in his gut.​

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"Choke, you slut!" he growled. "You like that, don't you?" Bakugo sneered, dragging out more of that viscous slime from Todoroki's throat to lube up his cock. "You like sucking dick so much, that's all you wanted to do when we were together." He jerked Shouto's head back, and rubbed his fat dick against that pretty face, smearing a stripe of spit over his cheek. "You pretty bitch," he whispered under his breath, spitting onto Todoroki's face, letting it catch on his lips, cheek, wherever.​

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When he forced his cock back in, he let it bulge out Todoroki's cheek, and fucked right against his tonsils to make him gag some more, loving the sound of him struggling for breath. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hand stamping down Todoroki's head way down, keeping him there with a sadistic grin to see how long he could suffocate with his cock down his throat before he started squirming.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

There was something about being called pretty and being degraded that really did it for Todoroki. His brain finally stopped working, whiting out in something that was just pleasure, lost in the moment and the feeling and just as fucking drunk on cock as Bakugo was on the bottles he'd thrown back.



His head goes back easy, his mouth still open, lower lip pouty and tongue out, waiting for Bakugo to fuck his throat again. Open and willing.



His face burns where Bakugo's dick drags across it, saliva and pre-cum mixing with his tears, and when Bakugo spits on him his face flushes and his asshole clenches and he wants something in him so goddamn bad it's almost unbearable.



Bakugo's grip in his hair keeps him from moving so he's helpless to the way he's being used. He chokes and gags and sucks and loves it. Tears fall down his face, streaking through the mess Bakugo left there. Then he's suddenly down, held there by unwavering strength, Bakugo's dick so far down his throat he doesn't think it's even possible. He swallows and chokes again and struggles and he doesn't know how long he's like that before his hands clench into fists because he refuses to tap out, but his hips move wantingly, back arching, begging without words to just fuck him already. The groan he lets out is half arousal and half admission that he can't do this for much longer or he'll pass out. And even if he does, he's not sure Bakugo wouldn't keep going until he was satisfied.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Only when he was sure Todoroki was at his limit, did Bakugo give him that precious breath of air, his cock spilling out of his ex's mouth covered and oozing in spittle. Fuck, his lips were cherry-red and glistening, too.​

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"Gonna give you want now, Shouto," Bakugo grinned, manhandling the other male around, so his ass was facing him, now. Oh, Bakugo was already aching to tear that asshole apart. He spread those cheeks wide with his thumbs, spitting directly down the seam to lubricate him up some more. Now that he had everything he wanted right in front of him, Bakugo couldn't hold himself back.​

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"Fuck..." he groaned, pressing his thumb to the head of his cock to feed it into Todoroki. The walls that clamped around him were so tight that he couldn't move any further, stuck on the first inch with just his head popped in. "You know, seeing you with Deku... it really pissed me the fuck off..." Maybe a bad time to think about that right now, but it spurred him to grab Todoroki's hips and sink in inch by inch, forcing his ex to take his cock no matter how tight he was.​

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"Go on, say it," he growled under his breath, pulling back his hips to pop his dick out. "Say who you belong to." He dragged his cock over that puckered ring, teasing it again before he slipped into him, making Todoroki take him slowly to the hilt, where his balls kissed Shouto's taint.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

Once, Todoroki had been embarrassed to be like this, knees down and ass up with Bakugo so close, so personal, that he could see everything no one else had. He'd blushed and hid his face and mumbled things like don't look and don't do that.



It hadn't lasted long. Once Bakugo learned him, knew how much spit he needed and what angles he liked, Todoroki was nothing more than his whore. Happily sticking his ass up and begging for attention.



He's so goddamn tight now that he drops his forehead against the couch and his hiss of pleasured pain comes from between his teeth steaming. He feels Bakugo grip his hips and knows it will bruise in the morning and maybe he won't be able to sit later but he grits his teeth and pushes back as Bakugo pushes in.



His mind can't really piece together the connections Bakugo is making, he's too worried about the sudden emptiness, and his whine of protest is cut off when that gloriously thick cock is back inside him.



"You," he whispers, just loud enough to be heard. Falling back into an old pattern as his ass meets his ex boyfriends hips and he rolls downward like the slut he is, always wanting more. "Remind me, Katsuki, just how much I belong to you."

 

[minccino]

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Bakugo found it the hardest to resist when he was balls-deep inside Todoroki. Damn it, he was just five minutes in and he was already feeling like he might burst. Not only did he look fucking gorgeous, Todoroki knew the right words to say to get him riled up. Again, he spat at the intimate point where his cock speared into Todoroki, making it as easy as he could for Todoroki with a subtle gentleness.​

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That, of course, was the extent of his kindness, as his hand found Todoroki's hair once more to yank his head back, forcing his spine to curl and pull him into a taut position on his hands and knees.​

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He kept his thrusts shallow, keeping his cock embedded inside Todoroki and only pulling out an inch at a time, only to shove back into him hard. His hips slapped against his ex's ass, harder, harder, and harder, until those ass cheeks were pinkening from the way his hips smacked against them. It was just the position he used to get Todoroki warmed up, then he pulled one of the other male's legs up, hauling it over his shoulder, and getting Todoroki onto his back.​

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He wanted to see his face, something Bakugo knew he'd always been shy about. But every time he slammed his cock inside him, those petite pecs and his hair bounced, and Bakugo saw pure bliss on Todoroki's face. He wanted to see it again.​

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"You hear that?" he grinned, saying nothing so Todoroki could hear the obscene slap and shlicks of his cock working his wet hole loose. His hand slipped around Todoroki's throat, glare fixed on that pretty, sexed-out face. He panted as his cock slipped out in one pull of his hips, the cockhead teasing and kissing the puffy crown of Todoroki's hole. "Beg for it, bitch. Come on, shove your fingers in there. Do it!"​

 

[ValentineCloud]

He'd almost forgotten how good Bakugo fucking fucked. The memories he had in his mind the few times he'd pulled them up when he sat on his own fingers with his eyes closed and his sex drive desperate to be stated had been nothing like this. This was what being taken apart felt like.



He wondered if he looked pretty again. Ass pink and hair messy and lips swollen and spit drying on his face.



Todoroki wasn't small, wasn't weak or light, but Bakugo had always manhandled him like nothing. He only knows he's on his back because suddenly he can see his face again, alight and excited, only the barest hint of red around his eyes to remind him Bakugo was still drunk, but he didn't care, not anymore, not with that cock working him open.



His fists clenched again and he turned his face into his own arm, trying to hide whatever sex blissed expression must be on his face, but it's really no use because the force Bakugo is using bounces him and he feels so good.







He moans something embarrassing when Bakugo's hand wraps around his throat but he always thought he'd looked nice with that particular necklace. He doesn't want his fingers and he whines his displeasure but his body aches for him to obey obey obey so he reaches down and shoves three of them into himself.

His eyes close and his back arches again and he whispers, weak and needy, "Please Bakugo, I'm so close." He is, his cock - much thinner than his ex's, but longer, leaner - was straining against his abdomen, angry at being ignored and leaking cum. He didn't have to touch it though. "Please, make me cum on your cock. Please."

 

[minccino]

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Todoroki really was pretty. Bakugo really had a hard time finding a girl to fuck that was half as pretty as Shouto, and that had pissed him off, too.​

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He smirked as he spread Todoroki's other leg wide open and saw how desperate and miserable the other male's cock looked leaning and leaking against himself, forgotten in the face of a greater pleasure.​

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"You're really fucking greedy, aren't you, Shouto? Three fingers? What are you, a damn whore?" Bakugo chuckled, his angry, fat cock twitching as he watched Todoroki finger himself. And then, when he'd had enough of a show, he slipped his cock in, right beside those three fingers already stuffed inside Todoroki. It was a painful stretch, he was sure, but nothing delighted him more than seeing Todoroki so overwhelmed with both pleasure and pain. The entrance now made much tighter by Shouto's fingers, Bakugo snapped his hips hard, going for the bullseye of that sweet spot he knew was deep within him.​

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Then, he leaned over, folding that leg over his shoulder towards Todoroki and lifting his hips in the process. As he did, he stamped one hand next to him for support, and leaned down to bite one of Todoroki's pecs, leaving his teeth marks in a rosy ring around his nipple. He was panting like a damn beast now, sweating so much that some dripped off his body and onto Todoroki.​

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he huffed, slamming harder and harder into his ex until he came in mid-thrust, flooding Todoroki's abused ass with a heavy load. But his hips refused to stop, even as pleasure wracked through his body and caused him to buckle, his own stubbornness forcing him to see to it that Shouto came just as hard around his cock.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

He was fucking greedy. It'd been too long and he was too damn turned on but that did nothing to prepare him for the tight fucking fit that was Bakugo shoving his dick in there with Todoroki's fingers. His whole body spasmed from it, his ass telling him no, his free hand ripping into the couch from the death grip he got on the cushion as Bakugo fucked him again.



It was a damn good thing he was flexible because nothing liked the position Bakugo put him in. Not his too stretched arm or his folded leg, but the burn was good and wanted. And when Bakugo's teeth sank into his peck, he screamed.



The sound unleashed something in him, whatever last bit he'd been holding back. Bakugo fucked him hard and Todoroki felt him cum, just like the first time they'd done this, and he clenched his ass in a desperate need to keep it all inside him, stay filled with cum and cock and his own damn fingers. And it was so fucking hot, so goddamn dirty, that he came on Bakugo's next thrust, splattering both of them in warm jets that lasted too long to say he'd gotten off with any success for the last handful of months.

 

[minccino]

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Without a doubt, Todoroki was the prettiest when he came like that.​

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Bakugo's cock jerked to attention when he came, spurting the last few drops of cum he had left in him, and when they were both done, he pulled Todoroki's fingers from that stretched hole just to feel it snug around his own cock. Then, letting his leg drop off his shoulder, Bakugo kissed him, reveling in the sensitive moments after their high when he was still buried so deep in Todoroki.​

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"Fuck... you feel so damn good..." he muttered quietly, trying to catch his breath against Todoroki's shoulder. All the memories came flooding back, all the times that they had fucked and made love, all the times Bakugo had torn Todoroki apart just to hold him back together again. He remembered their first time, which had felt this explosive, when Bakugo had felt that he'd discovered his sexual awakening.​

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He simmered in it all and tenderly kissed Todoroki's shoulder, their bodies still intimately connected.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

It was always after that Todoroki had needed him the most. It was only fun to get taken apart like that if someone was going to put you back together. And a fucked out Bakugo was a gentle Bakugo, one who would hold hold him and kiss him and clean him up when he was too messed up to do it himself.



Now, his chest moves erratically with breaths he can't quite catch and his skin is sore and he feels amazing and fulfilled and there's a high to it that keeps doubt from seeping in, not yet anyway.



Bakugo's weight on top of him keeps him grounded, warm and strong and stable. He presses his face into messy blonde hair and wraps his arms around Bakugo's bare back tightly and waits for the last of his aftershocks to clear.



He remembers their first time, how he had felt so vulnerable after that he'd almost cried, refusing to let Bakugo go until he felt real again. Just like then, he wraps his leg around the other mans waist, keeping them joined, a silent request of stay.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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Once he finally felt some semblance of clarity and the heat had rushed out of his body, Bakugo was left with a sense of calm. He grounded himself against Todoroki, letting the other male be an anchor point to bring him home.​

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He sighed, finally lifting his tired gaze to look at Todoroki, his face dripping with sweat and flushed with heat. Naturally, he was more embarrassed of these tender moments, but still lifted his hand to cup Shouto's cheek, the side where the skin was marred and twisted. It was the gentlest Katsuki could be with anyone, when his palms weren't exploding with the energy of his Quirk, or clenched into fists.​

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"What the hell are you grabbing onto me so tight for?" he grunted, feigning annoyance, though he secretly liked the way Todoroki held him, had missed it, in fact.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

There was a moment, suspended between them, Bakugo's hand on his face and his expression soft, that Todoroki was very aware of the lines he had drawn between Before and After, and what was suspended between them currently as Now. And how absolutely horribly he'd fucked up.



The part of him that was pretty sure he'd loved Bakugo since they were teenagers begged him not to ruin the moment. The part of him that was scarred and ruined just as much as his face told him he had to.



He let his leg slide from where it'd been holding them together, his grip loosened. They weren't together. They weren't lovers or boyfriends or anything, not anymore. And he was just a whore who couldn't protect his own heart.



He turned his eyes to the ceiling, his breathing evening out, and tried to push aside how good Bakugo's hand felt on his face, how comforting the weight of him was. He tried to focus on how broken he'd felt the night he ended them.



"This was a bad idea."

 

[minccino]

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The moment Bakugo felt like he could let down his damn guard for once and feel immersed in the comfort of this moment, it was whisked away all too soon and he felt the need to bristle again. Even after everything, even after Bakugo had cut his pride to get to this point, Todoroki still thought he was no good, huh? Maybe Shouto had felt like he'd been the one used this entire time but now, he felt like the idiot.​

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"Tch," he mumbled quietly. "That's all you ever say. Pisses me off."​

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He heaved out a heavy sigh and pulled back, groaning slightly as his cock slipped out of Todoroki half-hard. There went their brand-new couch, too. Like hell they were getting their deposit back if it was cum-stained on day one.​

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"Why'd you sleep with me if it was such a bad idea, anyway?" he grumbled. "You could've just shoved me off."​

 

[ValentineCloud]

Why had he? He'd known it was a bad idea before he'd done it, and yet there they were, sticky and sweaty and ruining their furniture. Todoroki made a face as Bakugo pulled out, too sensitive and aware of the cum inside of him in his dicks absence.



He sat up and wiped his face clean as best he could in the corner of his elbow before looking at the other male. Bakugo was calm in a way he hadn't seen him in so long, drunk but maybe ... that wasn't a bad thing.

Maybe that would make him easy to talk to.

He looked away. "Because I missed you." It hurts to admit, leaves him feeling hollow inside. He'd never thought their breakup had been the wrong move, but he'd never gotten over it either. He half hopes Bakugo won't remember come morning.



Maybe he'd just been feeling selfish. Or maybe he'd been doing the thing he'd done the whole time they were together - ignore the problem and hope it just went away. "But we have to live together now and ... this ... makes that complicated."

It'd be just like before, arguments would turn into sex, sex would turn into ignoring the problem, and Todoroki's wires would get crossed between what was love and what was fighting, what was real and what was physical, what was want and what was ... convenient.

 

[minccino]

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Bakugo watched Todoroki as he talked, noting the way the other male turned his head so he didn't have to look at him directly. He could tell Todoroki was feeling vulnerable because he'd always done that, avoid eye contact, when they were having sex, too.​

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He sat on the other end of the couch, arms hung over the back of it. He stared down at himself, too, fiddling with his now-limp cock that lied across his thigh. It was still wet with all the cum and spit, so he tucked it back into his sweatpants and glanced over at Todoroki. "If it really bothers you that much, being around me, go change rooms or something," he muttered. Like hell he was going to do that just to get out of Todoroki's way.​

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"But if you stay, I'm going to keep wanting to fuck you," he admitted. It seemed rough sex was the only way Bakugo really knew to express that he wanted someone that badly, or maybe he just liked seeing Todoroki so vulnerable around him.​

 

[ValentineCloud]

The issue was, it didn't bother him. He hadn't even been bothered when Bakugo had stormed in demanding the top bunk as if Todoroki hadn't already claimed it. There was something about him that had always lit Todoroki up. Cracking the ice he'd protected himself with his whole life. Maybe he liked it.



He should get dressed. It'd help him not want to avoid this conversation so much if he didn't feel so bare. How was it he always ended up stripped and Bakugo often just had his pants down to his knees. Always too desperate to wait.



"Just fucking, then?" He asked, still not looking at him. Maybe he was a bit masochistic out of the bedroom too. "Not like ... things were?"


He thought back to what Bakugo had asked him, about why they'd broken up. About what he'd done wrong. He chewed absently on his thumb nail for a moment, a nervous tick that only showed up on rare occasion. He wasn't sure anyone but Bakugo had ever seen him do it.



"Did you not want to?" He asked, then forced himself to clarify. "End things."

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Todoroki, still splayed out on the couch naked, with bruises, hickeys, and even his dental records marring his skin. His cock stirred in his sweats once more and he palmed it boredly to keep it entertained. "Oi, you're dripping all over the couch," he warned like it was Todoroki's fault he had cum oozing out of his ass. He touched the seam of his ass to catch the drip of cum that leaked out, and sadistically pushed it inside of his ex again, where it belonged.​

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Then, his hand wandered, along the inside of Todoroki's thigh, a little disappointed that he hadn't marked them too. He barely caught the next question.​

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"What kind of a stupid question is that?" he scoffed. "You think I enjoyed getting dumped?" It had been the most humiliating moment of his life, honestly, and if Bakugo hadn't had any insecurity issues before, he'd certainly got a shit ton of that after Todoroki kicked him to the curb.​

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"I..." he flung Todoroki's clothes back onto him. "I... fucking loved you, Shouto. I just didn't... I didn't fucking know how to show it."​

 

[ValentineCloud]

(sorry)

 

[ValentineCloud]

It was only out of the corner of his eye that he noticed Bakugo palm his cock, and the corner of his mouth quirked into a slight smile. He glanced down when he felt the touch against his skin and glared when Bakugo's finger pushed inside of him again. Ridiculous that it made his own cock twitch in interest. He reacted to the touch like a cat, leaning into it even though he didn't look like he wanted it.



He caught his clothes and tugged his shirt on, letting it pool into his lap to cover his dick but not bothering to try and get his pants on. The couch was a lost cause at this point.



"I didn't mean did you enjoy it," he says, softly. His instincts want him to leave this conversation, but he's not sure he'll get Bakugo calm enough to talk about it again. "But ..." he chews on his thumb nail again, thinking about those words - I loved you. "What about the women?"



If Bakugo could ask about Midoriya, he could damn well ask about the rumors.

 

[minccino]

ばくごう かつ き​

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"What about them?" he asked, as if he was already bored of the conversation when they were mentioned.​

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He stared at his open palm, the anger that was always flickering there. The girls he'd broken and left behind had told him with venom in their words that he'd grow up to be an abuser with that kind of temper and disregard for people's feelings. They were always so chatty. So emotional. That was why he liked Todoroki, who always seemed to know just what to do, all while remaining ridiculously cool.​

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"You asking me if I enjoyed fucking them or what?" Bakugo mumbled, his head flopping back. "I just fucked them to get over you." Since he'd already bared his heart to Todoroki, might as well let everything go. "I'd fuck them in the ass too, and it wasn't the same."​

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It was too complicated for him to say that he was just dealing with his sexuality in a toxic way.​

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"Maybe I should fuck another guy..." he smirked. "See if that'll do it."​