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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Todoroki_Shouto, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Fights, Fighting_Kink, Light_Sadism, Grinding, Hand_Jobs, Dirty_Talk,
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Spit_As_Lube, Finger
      Sucking, First_Time, Public_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, half_clothed_sex, Top
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Bottom_Todoroki_Shouto, midoriya_is_barely_there,
      bakugou_opens_a_little_bit, todoroki_is_a_teasing_shit, but_so_is
      bakugou, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 1 of Spicy_TodoBaku
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-22 Words: 2430
****** Fight Me, Half and Half ******
by yatogamivevo
Summary
     “Are you going to get over here and let me kick your ass, or what?
     Hurry up, you coward.” Bakugou practically spat. Something about his
     demeanor was different. He was on edge, impatient, and his cheeks
     were slightly flushed. Was he training before he even got here?
     He walked over casually, rolling his eyes. “Best Jeanist needs to
     teach you patience. You won’t get anywhere as a hero without some
     patience.”
     “Fuck you.”
      
     Bakugou likes picking fights. Always has, probably always will.
Notes
     I made another BakuTodo fic before I finished writing my actual
     fanfics. Is anyone surprised? 'Cause I'm sure not.
     This fic can be read on its own as part of the Spicy TodoBaku series
See the end of the work for more notes
Todoroki did not consider himself the confrontational type. Yet when Bakugou
approached him after first period and said in his usual gruff and gravelly
voice, “fucking fight me, half and half piece of shit.” He really couldn’t
resist.
“Right.” He agreed simply.
“In the training room. Just you and me. I’ll kick your ass to the ground.”
“I would love to see you try.” He challenged. It even caught Midoriya off
guard. The looks he was given weren’t entirely unexpected. Todoroki didn’t
fight, but he and Bakugou had always had a heated rivalry, it was hard to
ignore, even on his best of days.
After school, Todoroki found his way into the training room. Even if Bakugou
dressed and spoke like a delinquent, his grades suggested otherwise, because he
planned on being the better than anyone ever, at just about everything.
Todoroki had already showered and changed into his gym clothes. Bakugou was
there of course, in a black tank top and the U.A. pants, the jacket had been
discarded on the bench. No one else was with them, at least not in this room.
“Are you going to get over here and let me kick your ass, or what? Hurry up,
you coward.” Bakugou practically spat. Something about his demeanor was
different. He was on edge, impatient, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Was
he training before he even got here?
He walked over casually, rolling his eyes. “Best Jeanist needs to teach you
patience. You won’t get anywhere as a hero without some patience.”
“Fuck you.” Bakugou lunged with his right fist. Todoroki knew from Midoriya’s
mumbling that he always started with a right punch. Todoroki grabbed his arm
and swung him forward to catch him off balance.
Bakugou growled at that. He circled Todoroki carefully, but Todoroki followed
his angle, keeping his right side towards him. He wasn’t afraid to use his
fire, but he wasn’t ready, not yet.
“You gonna use your ice on me, shitmunch?” He smirked at that.
Todoroki didn’t expect Bakugou to dive for both legs, crashing into him to also
catch him off balance. He landed hard on the mat on his side, the air getting
knocked out of him with a huff.
Bakugou crawled over him, attempting to pin him down. Todoroki rolled onto his
back then, lifting a foot under Bakugou’s leg and flipping them, pinning the
blond.
“Punch me.” Bakugou threatened.
“Is that what you want?” He said, calm as ever, even though he was slightly out
of breath. He’d barely done anything but dodge.
“Yes, hit me.”
“If you insist.” Todoroki lifted his hand into a fist, he watched the shorter
boy’s face turn from a scowl to a smirk instantly. He closed his eyes, fully
expecting it.
A different noise filled the air, Todoroki’s palm stung, and Bakugou’s cheek
was red from the impact. He’d smacked him, hard enough to mark him.
“What the fuck? Am I a little bitch to you?” Bakugou squirmed, applying the
same technique Todoroki had to flip him only a moment before. “Do it again.”
“What?”
“I said. Do. It. Again.”
Todoroki reared his hand back and smacked his other cheek, this time with his
left hand. It wasn’t has hard, but he’d subtly applied his quirk to add heat to
it.
Bakugou shuddered.
“Are you getting off on this?” Todoroki asked.
He realized he was at a disadvantage. His legs were spread wide apart, Bakugou
wedged between his thighs. He lifted one of Todoroki’s hands above his head,
then grabbed the other to hold them down together with one hand. His free hand
propped him far above and he smiled.
Bakugou adjusted his hips, ripping a shocked gasp from Todoroki.
“Seems like I’m not the only one. Are you a sadist, half and half? Is there
something I should know?” Bakugou continued to grind into him. The hand that
had him propped up moved to Todoroki’s hips, preventing him from matching his
pace. The small movement also made their bodies flush against each other.
Bakugou was a lot heavier than he appeared. “No moving. Are you gonna be a good
boy for me?”
Todoroki closed his eyes and nodded. He hated to admit it to himself but the
blond was attractive. He was aggressive, and scary. He also had a very frail
ego. Todoroki wanted to tear down those walls, get down to the bottom of his
heart to see what was inside. They were complementary and contradictory all at
once. It was likely why Todoroki was fascinated by him.
Bakugou ground especially hard into him. The clothing between them created a
wonderful friction. It ached and burned at once. He could feel the head of his
cock catch when the blond ground upwards, ripping a moan from Todoroki. “Ahh!
Bakugou!”
He stopped suddenly, his expression was void, apart from his usual furrowed
brows.
He suddenly felt the need to touch the other boy. He wanted to run his fingers
through his messy hair. He wanted to feel his sides and his thighs. He wanted
to touch his incredible chest and arms that he trained so hard to get them
strong and hard. He wanted to touch his cheeks. More than anything, he wanted
to kiss him.
Bakugou reached between them, lifting himself up slightly. His fingers were
surprisingly soft. Calloused in some places, but much more silken than he’d
ever expected. They slipped below the elastic waistband of the gym pants and
under his briefs.
He felt hot fingers touch his cock and he arched into the touch, moaning and
gasping softly.
It felt good.
“Good to know I’m not shit at handjobs.” He stroked up, thumbing the head
before adding pressure. Todoroki growled, a noise he was not expecting himself
to make.
“Do you like that?” Bakugou asked. It didn’t sound condescending like before.
He sounded hesitant. Did he want it to go this direction to begin with?
“Y-yes… Fuck, please don’t stop.” Todoroki pleaded.
Bakugou ran a hand from his sack to the head. He continued this a few times
while Todoroki panted his approval. Of course, the boy above him relished in
it.
“You sound like a fucking whore. Would you moan like this for just anyone, or
is it just me?”
“Ah, j-just you.” He gulped loudly. “Katsuki.”
Bakugou shivered at the use of his given name. He stopped touching Todoroki,
which made him whine from the lack of contact. He glared at the mismatched boy.
“Take off your jacket.”
He obeyed. It was hard to take it off when Bakugou practically tore off his
briefs and pants all at once, forcing him to lay on his back and arch his hips
to get them off. Now he was just in a white shirt, apparently, the blond didn’t
care.
“I want you to stretch yourself open. I’m going to fuck you.” He commanded.
Despite Bakugou’s frail ego, it seemed to be headed for the roof at the moment,
so he obeyed again. He sat up carefully and pressed a finger against Bakugou’s
lip. “Suck?”
He took his wrist, thumb pressed against the inside of his fingers and pressed
two fingers against his tongue, laving his tongue over each digit carefully,
making sure that they were coated. He removed the index finger, and only sucked
on his ring and middle fingers.
Bakugou’s lips were softer than he was expecting, just like his hands. It
almost felt like chapstick had been put on before they started. His tongue was
inexperienced, but he made up for it with enthusiasm. Bakugou could tell that
his mouth was doing a good job, because he looked down at his crotch, and his
cock twitched against his stomach. He panted lowly, trying not to make it
obvious how turned on he was.
He licked the index finger again, for good measure, and pressed Todoroki’s hand
against his entrance. “Fuck yourself on your fingers for me. If you do it too
slow, I’ll do it for you, and I won’t be nice about it.”
“You’re quite demanding. Remember what I said about patience.” He said as he
pressed his middle finger into himself. He moaned from the sensation.
He’d spent countless nights on his hands and knees, with his hand reaching
behind him to finger himself to completion. His long fingers were a blessing,
because he could easily reach his prostate, cupping his mouth to avoid the
other dorm members from hearing him cry as he came.
He was used to the feeling, and he loved it.
Bakugou began to strip out of his clothes. It was easier now, with Bakugou
getting naked in front of him, preparing for the moments to come.
The blond barely had any fat on him, apart from some lingering baby fat in his
cheeks, he was perfect. Built like a god from training every single day,
tirelessly, without rest.
Todoroki felt the urge to lick his stomach and chest. He was sweating, and he’d
barely done a thing.
He added a second finger, and moaned along with the feeling of stretching
himself. He’d prefer not to do it himself, but it was fun to imagine it being
the other’s fingers instead.
He added a third easily. He pushed his fingers in and out for a moment.
“Katsuki,” he purred. “I want you to fuck me. Please? Can you do that?”
He, for once, obeyed, pushing Todoroki onto his back on the mat. He stretched
his thighs apart to get between them, rubbing his own cock against the rim.
Todoroki gasped.
“Ohhh..”
Bakugou pushed in with no warning, but he was slow, letting him get used to the
feeling. Even if he’d touched himself before, it wasn’t the same as this.
“If I..” He had to pause. The feeling was overwhelming. “If I fucking hurt you,
or if you want me to stop, you need to say so. I can’t read minds.” Bakugou
said.
He had a shitty personality on most days, but it didn’t mean he was completely
heartless or selfish.
“I want you to be rough with me. I’m not a doll.”
“Sure. You’re pretty but you’re not porcelain.” Bakugou pushed in the rest of
the way.
He wrapped an arm around him, digging his fingers into his shoulder harshly.
“Shit.. Th-that feels good.” He adjusted against Katsuki, earning a moan.
“Move.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Despite this, he began thrusting, wriggling
his hips slightly, slow, and torturous with his pace. “I’ll move, but I’m going
to tease you.”
He was purposely avoiding his prostate. “I want you to beg.” He leaned against
his ear, licking his jaw, “Shouto.”
Todoroki moaned. He squirmed and wiggled against him again, panting and
whimpering.
Katsuki started to thrust into him roughly, gripping his hips that would surely
leave marks. He stopped licking, and began biting and sucking the skin, right
where his shoulder met his neck, his collarbone, his pecs, and then his nipple,
earning a cry from Shouto.
“Kats-” He gulped, “Katsuki, p-please. Please I want to..”
Bakugou stopped moving. “You want to what?” He moved slightly, hitting
Todoroki’s prostate.
“Ah! I want- I want to… I want to come, please. Please let me come. You feel so
good. You’re so thick and big.”
Katsuki couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from his lips, and then he lost all
inhibition.
He pounded into Todoroki, rough, harsh. His pace lacked any kind of rhythm.
They both moaned into each other, Todoroki’s nails digging into his arms and
shoulders and upper back. Bakugou bit and nipped at the skin. Their breathing
matched, and the noises that filled the room were beyond lewd and erotic. They
were heavenly.
Bakugou continually hit his prostate, over and over.
“Katsuki! C-come inside me! Please!” He babbled, his eyes closed and head swung
far back.
Katsuki growled, his hips shuddering and heat filling up Shouto, he let out a
soft noise then, a mix of a whimper and a cry. Shouto came after him, seeing
white spots in his vision.
He cried out loudly, tears streaming onto his cheeks.
Bakugou pulled out, making a grunting noise as he did. Shouto moved his legs
and whined. It felt gross and satisfying to feel Katsuki’s come leak down his
ass.
“Oh.. That was… Amazing.” Each word was said between a breath. Katsuki panted
too. He crawled over Todoroki again, with each leg trapping one of his own. He
leaned down with a palm against Todoroki’s face and kissed him. Shouto returned
it, pressing his palm on the other side of Katsuki’s face so their arms didn’t
bump into each other. Their lips pressed together, and then Katsuki’s tongue
pressed against Shouto’s own. The blond pulled away, dragging his upper lip
with his teeth, careful not to break skin.
“Fucking... Dammit, that was good.” He slipped on his boxers. They were black
with red skulls on them. They were oddly cute, and very Bakugou Katsuki.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did, you shit.”
“Why did you want to fight me?” Shouto asked. He was quiet, trying to put on
his own briefs and gym pants again. He wanted to wipe the floor but it would
have to wait.
“Because your stupid, handsome face irritates the fuck out of me.”
“Figures.” He scoffed, then blinked. “Wait, did I just hear you say handsome?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I believe I just did, for you.” Shouto smirked. Two could play at that game.
“Do you know how annoying it is to be in class and seeing your stupidly
chiseled jaw, somehow fucking attractive eyes? And then your stupid mess of
hair? It pisses me off. I wanted to see if fighting you would make me less
irritated.”
“Did it? Make you less irritated, I mean.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Katsuki huffed. “It confused me. Now I’m never going
to be able to get your noises out of my head.”
Shouto could swear he heard him mutter something about his voice sounding
heavenly, but he didn’t comment on it.
“I feel the same, but less irritated when I see you. You’re rather pretty, even
when you’re mad. You’re passionate and inspiring. You’re terrifying and
aggressive. Below all that, there’s something else down there too, but we don’t
have to talk about that.”
Katsuki flushed. He wasn’t used to being complimented quite like that. “I
fucking-” he stopped. “Th… Thanks.” He grumbled.
It was better than nothing. “Thank you. Should we clean up?”
Of course Bakugou had to make it a competition of who could clean faster and
better.
End Notes
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