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"What did you call me?" Bakugo growled, seizing Todoroki's chin with his hand, his thumb and fingers on either sides of his cheek so he could press them together and puff out those pouty lips. "You're the whore," he said childishly, as if it'd make him feel better to just pin the name back on Todoroki, and it did. Bakugo was pretty simple-minded like that, at least where insults were concerned. He was pretty insightful about everything else.

Fitted between Todoroki's legs, he watched as his boyfriend slipped off his clothes, and hungrily made for his thighs, kissing and suckling the skin there, leaving more hickeys that he could hide. He hoped they would have some swimming lessons soon, so everyone could see the hickeys he'd make on his torso, too.

"Slut," he mumbled. Todoroki was far from girly. He was pretty, but his voice was deep as hell, he had a body almost as muscular as Bakugo's, and his mannerisms were far from feminine. Bakugo could be as rough as he wanted with him, but there was something so hot about eating him out like he'd eat out a girl, just getting between his legs and going for it, making Todoroki feel like a whore to have a man between his legs like that. He lifted up that bottom and pressed Todoroki's legs to his chest, starting with a long lick to lap up that hole he'd abused and wrecked earlier. He kissed and suckled on it loudly, purposely making it sound as wet as possible.
 
The thing was, Todoroki knew just what to .say to get Bakugo lit up. He liked being called a whore, it did things to him. He liked the way Bakugo grabbed him, gripping the same face he'd just helped clean. He sighed happily when Bakugo's mouth was on his thighs, the skin there was soft, and sensitive, and a blank canvas. He ran his hands through thick blonde hair, gentle for now, he'd pull later.

He hummed in agreement at the derogatory term, Bakugo had thrown it at him so often when they were together that it might as well be a pet name. The first time Bakugo had eaten him out, he'd shoved his face in a pillow and refused to resurface even after he'd come, embarrassed at how quickly it had come and embarrassed at how filthy it was. Now, his legs went up easily, but his grip on Bakugo's hair tightened and his back arched, caught between squirming away and pressing closer.

"Fuck," he hissed, the rarely used swear coming out of him like a surprise, and the moment Bakugo really got to work, his breathing quickly turned to panting, his free hand fisting in the sheets.
 
As flattering as it was to see Todoroki's face like this, it definitely wasn't practical to eat his boyfriend out like this. With a firm grip on Todoroki's hips, he flipped him over easily and used the strength in his arms to tug him back, jutting his ass out towards him. With that peach in perfect view, Bakugo pursed his lips and dove back in, almost growling as he worked in that hole.

"Remember how I got you the first time, snowflake?" he grinned, biting down on that perky cheek to leave his dental records there. His finger slipped into that hole, hooking at the tip to rub incessantly against his sweet spot. "Got you damn moaning so loud my neighbors almost heard it. You like it when I eat you out? When you feel something other than a cock in your tight ass?" He spat down the seam of Todoroki's ass and slipped his sinister tongue inside him, right beside his finger.

When Bakugo did something, he definitely didn't waste any time, and he certainly tried to excel at it.
 
It'd always been a huge turn on when Bakugo manhandled him. He'd wondered briefly before if it shouldn't, but it didn't make him feel weak. It just made Bakugo seem stronger - strong enough to handle him. It was the hungry, almost growl Bakugo made that kept Todoroki from thinking any father. White hot pleasure flew through his mind, effectively turning it off.

"Shut up," he muttered, voice low and rough, framed by the whine he let out when Bakugo bit him and the groan when he worked a finger inside. His eyes rolled back in his head the second Bakugo zeroed in on that spot inside of him that made him forget his own damn name. His whole body shuddered when Bakugo pushed his tongue back inside of him, his knees pressing into the bed for purchase, trying to keep from coming apart already. "Goddamn it."

His forehead dropped against the bed, chest heaving, fingers clenched tightly. Bakugo's tongue was fucking sin. "You could do anything you wanted to me and I'd moan like a whore for it," he admitted, only being able to say it at all because Bakugo wasn't looking at him.
 
When Todoroki told him to shut up, Bakugo retaliated by slipping another finger into him without warning, scissoring the two digits to have Todoroki see stars. "Don't tell me to shut up when I could just split you on my cock right now," he snorted, biting that perky ass again as his fingers dug into the third knuckle. "Fucking bitch."

As his fingers worked in and out of him, Bakugo spread his ass wide with his thumb, and kissed and suckled on his tender hole. By the time he was fingering his spit into Todoroki, his cock had gotten hard in his boxers again, straining against the front as if it wanted to be inside Todoroki. "You really cleaned yourself out nice," Bakugo teased, knowing how flustered his boyfriend got when he talked filthy. "Can't even taste my own cum in you."

He spat onto the hole as a final touch, and pulled his hard cock out to drag the line of spittle up, catching it with the ruddy crown of his dick.
 
Todoroki lost himself in it. The sound of Bakugo's voice calling him names that should make him angry or annoyed but really just made his cock stir, the feeling of another finger jamming inside him, was the kind of shit he liked. He couldn't focus on retaliating, he saw colors behind his eyes and his stomach clenched in arousal and his hips rolled back without permission, silently begging for more.

He felt his face heat up at what his boyfriend was saying, glad that he was face down like this, that he was panting too hard to really say anything back. But when he felt the hard tip of Bakugo's cock on his ass, he moaned deeply, pushing back again.

"Come on," he whispered. "Do it. Split me open. Come in me again. Then I bet you could taste it."
 
"Oi, Todoroki," Bakugo chuckled, amused by his boyfriend's filthy begging. He was such a perfect, stellar student on the outside, mysterious enough to have girls fawn over the fact that they couldn't seem to get past his aloofness. If only they knew this Todoroki, who couldn't function without a dick in his ass. "Where'd you learn to talk like that?" he teased.

He grabbed the back of Todoroki's shirt that hadn't been pulled completely off, using it as a bridle to deepen that arch in his spine, and push himself into Todoroki. Bakugo groaned as his inches slipped inside the other male slowly, his cock twitching as Todoroki's walls seemed to swallow him greedily. "Fuck..." he growled. "You're lucky we're doing this here." Because now his bag was within reach, from where he fished out a half-empty, travel-sized bottle of lubricant. He took little precaution to drizzle it generously all along his cock, letting it push into Todoroki again. This time, it slipped in easily, maybe a little too fast, as his cock now stuffed him completely full.

"God damn..." he smirked, shoving into him so hard that his hips clapped Todoroki's ass loudly enough for the sound to bounce around the room. "Gonna make you sleep like a baby tonight," Bakugo wound the back of his shirt tightly around his wrist and began a slow pace of making Todoroki get used to his full length filling him over and over again.
 
Todoroki's face flamed and he pressed it into the bed, hiding his embarrassment. If the light had been on, that blush likely would have been seen down his neck and dipping between his shoulder blades. As it was, the dark kept him safe.



Bakugo knew he'd learned it from him, could probably guess that he practiced it in the safety of his own bedroom when Bakugo hadn't been there and he'd had to rely on himself. He went up easily when he was pulled, and even though he'd asked for it, he still wasn't prepared for the burn when Bakugo pressed into him. He hadn't been fucked that long ago, but it still felt like an intrusion.



"Fuck," he whispered, in contrast to Bakugo's growl. He could take him with just spit and foreplay, but the much slicker slide when Bakugo added lube made it that much more enjoyable. He wanted to be able to sit the next day, after all.



"Damn thats good," he muttered, finally feeling full. His next moan was unbridled and low as Bakugo shoved in, body jerking from the force of it. His fingers clenched into the sheets again as Bakugo set a pace, and he finally stopped caring what came out of his mouth, a mixed steam of 'good' and curse words and things that didn't make much sense but were wrapped in arousal.
 
Bakugo felt that Todoroki was still a little too tight, no doubt by the lack of foreplay. Eating him out and fingering him seemed to have relaxed him just enough to not tear him apart as he shoved his cock inside him, though.

This was already the second time he'd fucked Todoroki in a day, the first time being when they hadn't even been together. This time felt much more intimate because now he wasn't fucking Todoroki to get back at him, or claim him in some beast-like way. He just wanted to make him feel good. Bakugo panted softly as Todoroki's ass worked his cock just as well as it was doing the other way around, that lubed sleeve the perfect tightness for him to use as a toy to mindlessly fuck him.

This time it was less about being rough and more about working up a pace that they could both enjoy, his hips clapping against Todoroki's ass at an even pace.
 
As much as he liked being thrown around, he liked this too. The mutual pleasure of just feeling each other. Bakugo was so good at fucking him, filling him up, rocking into that spot inside of him that sent pleasure up his spine and down his legs.



And Todoroki was good at taking it, at arching his back and clenching his ass when Bakugo slid in on particularly powerful thrusts. He'd make it nice and tight for him and moan with abandon, no longer caring if he sounded like a slut. He was happy to take the pleasure he was being given.



He worked one of his hands under himself, wrapping it around his dick, and it throbbed in his hand like it was thanking him for finally giving it attention.
 
If the first round had been about overloading Todoroki with so much pleasure that he could hardly think straight, then this round was about Bakugo enjoying him. Todoroki's ass was practically made to take his cock, fitting snugly around it and tugging in the most delicious way when he pulled out.

"Fuck yes," he sneered, watching Todoroki finally give in to start rubbing his cock. Any other time he was feeling particularly sadistic, he wouldn't have allowed it, but he let it go this one time, focusing on how good his boyfriend felt when he'd worked up a rhythm. When the lubricant ran a little thin, he brought up the bottle again, this time pulling his cock out to the tip and squirting in a glob of lube right into his gaping, fluttering hole.

The lube was sure to feel cool inside his hot, churning insides. "Think you like being a little beat-around," he grinned. "You're not coming as fast." So, he took Todoroki's hands behind his back, locked them at his waist, and slammed in.
 
"No I don't," Todoroki argued, which was a lie, and that was obvious once his hands were locked at his back and Bakugo slammed into him because he groaned and his knees shook and he pressed himself down and just opened himself up to being fucked into the mattress. His hands were fists against his lower back, white at the knuckles where Bakugo held him, his hair a bouncing halo following the rhythm Bakugo set.



He tried not to think about it, the women Bakugo had been with, but it slipped across his mind like a traitor pulling on his jealousy. "Tell me I'm better," he said, just loud enough to be heard. "Tell me you like fucking my ass better than there's."



He'd never been a particularly insecure person, but evidently knowing Bakugo had dragged someone else into his bed so quickly had done a number on him.
 
Bakugo stopped mid-thrust when Todoroki made his request, and breathed slowly. "What, you jealous?" he sneered. He pulled out of him with a wet pop, his cock swaying with weight from side-to-side, the meat still hot from being inside the other male.

"Think I need a better comparison," he said as he lied back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch the display Todoroki was sure to put on like an obedient bitch. "They liked riding me, you know," Bakugo tilted his head, taking his cock by the base to wag back and forth, like he was enticing him to play.
 
Getting fucked face down was always good for Todoroki because then Bakugo wouldn't see the faces he made, but he'd started this, so when he watched Bakugo lay back he frowned, but pushed himself up.



"Maybe," he admitted, swinging a leg over Bakugo's thighs. He reached down and caught Bakugo's cock, heavy and hot and familiar, slick and wet. He twisted his long fingers around the tip and let his eyes drift across the other mans well muscles chest. He couldn't help himself from leaning down, dragging his tongue from Bakugo's navel to between his pecks. Savoring the taste of soap and a hint of sweat and whatever was just Bakugo.



"Maybe I don't like knowing someone got what I'm used to," he admits into Bakugo's skin before he sits up and positions himself right to lower himself down on his dick. He closes his eyes tightly while he gets the angle right, until his ass meets Bakugo's hips. He gaze is half lidded when he looks at him again. "Maybe I don't want anyone else knowing what you taste like."
 
Bakugo shivered as he felt Todoroki lick a wet stripe up his navel, that slick tongue even wetting the fuzzy trail of hairs that went from his belly button to his crotch.

When that visceral heat tightened around his cock again, Bakugo's hands found Todoroki's hips to squeeze and pull forward so his cock could bump against that sensitive bundle of nerves he knew was inside his boyfriend. "Well, too late for that," he grinned, though he cut the other male some slack. "You're the hottest I ever had, baby." His lips tugged into a toothy smirk at the pet name, his rough hand helping Todoroki to bounce on his cock.

"What the hell are you so worried about?" he snorted, taking Todoroki's neck by the nape to tug him into a kiss. "You're my damn boyfriend."
 
He wasn't stupid enough to say thank you, even though he felt gratitude roll over his body pleasantly. It was a good point. Todoroki was the one sitting on Bakugo's cock, not anyone else.



He shivered himself when Bakugo hit that sweet spot, his own dick twitching in interest. He had half the mind to touch it again, but instead he kissed his boyfriend back before he placed his hands on the mans chest and sat up again. He'd never been one for putting on much of a show, but he was feeling fucking good, and his inhibitions could take a back seat.



He rolled his hips slow, keeping them close and connected, before finding an angle that hit just right, then he clenched his ass and dripped his head back. Even in the dark, the bruises and hickies on his bare skin showed up. He was sure he looked like a slut like this, bare skinned and riding cock, Bakugo's bite mark red around one nipple.
 
It was only when he saw just how beautiful Todoroki looked with his body splayed out and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on the parts caught by moonlight that it finally sunk in that Todoroki was his boyfriend. He was his. His to kiss, his to fuck.

That realization kicked him into action, one hand slipping down Todoroki's bare torso, to his cock where he gave his boyfriend that much-desired pressure around his neglected dick. His hand, normally rough but now lubed generously, stroked his boyfriend in tandem with his battering thrusts upwards, working to give Todoroki that extra edge he needed to cum.

"Fuck," he groaned, the sound of their coupling getting more aggressive by the passing second, until Bakugo couldn't hold on any longer and ground his boyfriend's ass onto his cock, spilling an explosive load into him, spurt after spurt. He kept going despite the sensitive period after the high, the feeling too good to stop.
 
There was no way Todoroki was going to last when Bakugo actually touched his cock. His hand was well lubed and wet but still just rough enough to feel like him and Todoroki moaned as his hips shifted forward to fuck into his boyfriends fist and back to fuck himself on his dick. Moving just as quickly as Bakugo was working him.



It was good, it was so good he lost himself in it again, the sounds falling out of his mouth pornographic and desperate and when he felt Bakugo come inside of him his fingers scraped across his boyfriends bare chest hard enough to leave marks.



"God, fucking shit, Katsuki," he moaned, eyes closed again, riding Bakugo through his orgasm before he came himself, spilling over the other mans fingers. His own movements slowed as pleasure poured over him, but he stayed where he was, a willing hole for Bakugo to fuck into until he was satisfied.
 
As he felt Todoroki's muscles spasm around him, milking his cock with wild abandon, he grunted and tried keeping Todoroki's hips still so it wouldn't feel too sensitive. He brought his hand to his mouth, lapping away the cum that his boyfriend had oozed all over his hand.

"Come here," he whispered in reverence, cupping Todoroki's face to bring him into a passionate kiss, one that was tender and even loving, like Bakugo was thanking Todoroki for this, for everything. He wasn't good at conveying that he was apologetic with words, being too damn stubborn about it to even try, but acting the part was different.

"Mine," he mumbled under labored breaths, brushing Todoroki's hair away from his face to kiss the bridge of his nose.
 
It shouldn't be so hot to taste his own cum on Bakugo's tongue, but it is, and he's thankful he's spent so that he can enjoy the kiss for what it is. Because it's slow, all consuming, and makes him a little light headed with the feeling behind it.



He flattens himself out as much as he can, skin against skin - he didn't even remember losing his shirt, must have taken it off when they'd switched positions - but he didn't want to disconnect them yet so he doesn't bend too much to keep Bakugo's softening cock in him.



The thing about being with Bakugo, something he'd lost sight of toward the end last time, was that his actions always spoke louder than his words. Todoroki s eyes searched his face, sliding his hand through Bakugo's hair at the base of his neck, the softest hint of a smile on his lips when Bakugo kissed the bridge of his nose.



"Yours," he said, like a promise.
 
The night ended on a sweet note, with Bakugo falling asleep with Todoroki nestled into his arms. A month or so passed in this way, the two rediscovering what it meant to be in a relationship and living together at the same time. There were a lot of rough patches, of course, with Bakugo acting in typical Bakugo fashion though he was actively trying to soften his edges around Todoroki.

It was Halloween night, and with their teacher's permission, the dormitories had all planned to throw a party on the recreational floor of the building. Everyone was instructed to wear a costume, and Bakugo, not being the most creative with those, sought Mina for help. She dressed him true to his nature, in a shaggy coat, a spiked collar with a chain, and a pair of dog ears. He naturally hated it, until Mina told him he was supposed to be a werewolf, not a dog. Somehow, that was better.

The pointed nails that she'd attached to his fingers was a little much, though he weirdly felt bad about undoing her work. He was an asshole, but he didn't feel the need to trample on what she called "art." He grunted as she took great excitement in gluing the little nails on, the others chatting around the snacks, or getting ready for the big open. His gaze searched the crowd, naturally, for Todoroki. Where the hell was he?
 
In the month that followed Todoroki was ... happy. Part of him kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for things to get bad again, and while Bakugo was still Bakugo, it was like they'd reached a level of understanding of what they needed from each other.



He lied about the hickies decorating his neck. His stories ranged from 'a stray golf ball hit me, still don't know where it came from' to 'I popped a blood vessel working out' to 'it's a rash I think I'm sick'. He was sure no one believed him, but the way he was able to deliver the words without a hint of hesitation made them stare at him just a little too long.



"What's Kacchan going as?" Midoriya asked as he watched Todoroki push back his hair. He'd been playing with wearing it out of his eyes ever since Bakugo had mentioned it, but he'd been struggling showing off that much of his scar.



"I ... don't know," he realized, and Midoriya hummed in acknowledgement before changing the subject. When they were both ready, they went to the party together. They were a bit early, and Todoroki couldn't help the distracted way his eyes searched the crowd every once and awhile.



Finally, he found who he was looking for, and his breath caught in his throat. It should be illegal to be that attractive. And - he swallowed thickly - Bakugo wearing a collar should not make his pants as uncomfortable as it did.



"I'll be back," he told his friends, and removed himself to cross the room to where his boyfriend was. Mina saw him first, and grinned widely at him.



"Roki!" She greeted. "Doesn't Bakugo look great!"



He wasn't looking at her at all, and hoped his voice didn't give him away when he said, "Yeah, he does."
 
When Todoroki came into view, Bakugo was left stunned for a moment. He'd always had a thing for his boyfriend wearing his hair up, so seeing him now with it slicked back, made him stare a bit longer than was considered normal.

By the time he and Midoriya came over, Mina had finished his nails and he examined them. "Tch," he mumbled as he examined them. He wouldn't have been caught dead wearing nails like some girl, but these were yellowed and sharp, like a beast's claws. Overall, he felt a little ridiculous in the get-up and would have probably gone to the party in his costume, had the first place prize for the costume contest not been a rather generous meal ticket for two to his favorite restaurant.

Money was pretty difficult if not impossible to come by when you were a full-time student so a free meal that wasn't cafeteria food was worth going for. Plus, he could take Todoroki on a date-date, not just on walks through the park or to fast food joints.

He blushed a bit at Todoroki's compliment, and turned his embarrassment to anger at an innocent bystander, Midoriya. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" he sneered as he looked at Midoriya's ghost costume. "A diaper?"

"And you..." he turned to his boyfriend. "Don't you know werewolves eat vampires for dinner?" He grinned toothily.
 
"A ghost!" Midoriya squeaked back, shocked and a little upset. The corner of Todoroki's mouth quirked in an almost smile as Midoriya asked Mina if his costume was that ambiguous or not and she quickly assured him it wasn't. But he couldn't look away from Bakugo. The messy hair, the shaggy jacket.



He reached out and twisted his wrist around the chain that hung from Bakugo's collar and gave it a little tug. Just hard enough to mean something but light enough not to cause a scene. "Yeah?" He asked. "Pretty sure vampires keep werewolves as pets."



It's almost too flirty for public, but Todoroki is so well known for his social blunders that his friends don't call him on it. Instead Midoriya puffs up in his honor and says, "Yeah Kacchan, I'm pretty sure Todoroki could hold his own against you!"



Maybe he could, but he wouldn't want to. He smiled and gave the chain another tug. He hoped they'd keep that around.
 
"Shut up! I'll flush you, ass wipe!" Bakugo barked, now looking like an actual werewolf with his heckles raised and face deepened into a scowl.

He would have roughened Midoriya up a bit in the spirit of Halloween, but before he knew it, he felt a sharp tug around his neck. He didn't know why that pull alone had just awoken something in him, but it did, and Bakugo blinked in the confusion of it all, his blush deepening when he realized how many people were staring now.

"Oi, you do that again, I'll kill you, icy hot," he muttered, though the venom in his voice was more subdued than usual, like he didn't mean half of what he'd said. He did, however, turn to Mina and wave his hand. "Come here, pinky, I want this black." Because black was obviously the coolest color, even for nails.

Mina was already gone, though, having joined Kirishima and Kaminari in setting up some refreshment tables.

He turned to Todoroki, then, and handed him the bottle of black nail polish that Mina had left behind, silently asking him to do it for him, while he shot Midoriya a death glare. "What the hell are you still looking at?" he growled. "Get lost, Deku."
 
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