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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:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Midoriya_Izuku, Todoroki_Shouto, Kaminari_Denki, Ashido_Mina, Yaoyorozu
      Momo, Bakugou_Katsuki, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      DekuTodo_Week_2017, Kinks, Semi-Public_Sex, Lime, Smut, Light_Dom/sub,
      Movie_Night, Shouto_has_his_first_sexuality_crisis_while_eating_popcorn,
      Let_this_child_enjoy_LoTR_for_god's_sake, Top!Deku, bottom!Todoroki, Top
      Midoriya_Izuku, Bottom_Todoroki_Shouto
  Series:
      Part 2 of DekuTodo_Week_2017_(English_version)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-13 Words: 3297
****** Get your hand out of there, Izuku ******
by ElsaFH_(Elsa0806)
Summary
     DekuTodo Week 2017, day two: kinks.
          «You’re between something I want to have and something I’m
                               afraid to have».
                                        
     Shouto suspects Izuku has some... sort of kink about public sex.
Notes
          Eroticism is one of the funds of oneself knowledge, as
          essential as poetry.
                                  —Anais Nïn.
                                        
     And here we are! This is the second work I translate from the
     DekuTodo Week, organized by a Facebook group. I hope you all enjoy it
     ♥
     Also, thank you so much to all the people who dropped their comments
     in the first one shot ♥ You all made me really, really happy, I can't
     even begin to express my happiness ;^;
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      Quita_tu_mano_de_ahí,_Izuku by Elsa0806
Izuku had declared his feelings towards Shouto through a letter.
Now, let’s get things clear: Shouto Todoroki is a man, and as one, being a sap
wasn’t his strong point or really his thing. He’d never thought of anything sap
until he didn’t realize he had fallen in love with Midoriya. And realizing that
fact wasn’t easy either, because everything started on a movie night in the
common room, everyone cuddled against everyone, too focused on watching Star
Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace to actually care about Shouto having, in
Momo’s words, his first sexuality crisis.
They had been sharing a bowl of popcorn; Midoriya’s right shoulder brushing
against Todoroki’s left, their hands sliding almost furtively to the treats now
and then. If he focused enough, he could almost, almost, find a pattern between
the sound of Izuku’s fingers searching through the popcorn until he had the
exact amount he wanted and the crunch of his grinders smashing them inside of
his mouth. With any other person, the sound would’ve caused him to just get all
riled up, and he would’ve surely left the room as soon as possible.
The problem was that the sound didn’t really bother him; it wasn’t a negative
reaction per se… his reaction had been kind of hormonal instead. It’s pretty
crazy, really, because being completely honest here, who the hell has their
first sexuality crisis at the sound of someone munching popcorn? Answer is,
ladies and gentlemen, Shouto Todoroki.
Because in the moment he started paying attention to the crunching sound, it
leaded him to think about Izuku’s teeth, all of them like perfectly lined up
pearls over his gums, shining almost blindly everytime he smiled, and Izuku
smiled almost all the time. How was it that Todoroki hadn’t gone blind because
of that pure light was a question that’ll pursue him until the end of his days.
From that thought, a new one, more personal, had been born. One that went along
the lines of ‘how would it feel if he bit my neck with those teeth?’. And then
another one, one that had everything to do with Midoriya’s tongue, and later on
another one, one about all those places of Shouto’s anatomy where Izuku’s
tongue could run free.
And finally, in that moment, he looked at Izuku through the corner of his eyes,
his body and face softly illuminated by the blue light coming from the
television, while the sound of the blasters filled the common room and his
classmates left out surprised exclamations even though they’d seen that movie
more times than Shouto cared to count. Because then, he realized that oh-my-
fucking-god, Midoriya has always been this… this… handsome?
That time, Izuku had been wearing a plain gray shirt with the word ‘t-shirt’
written over the chest. As simple as that, as easy as a piece of cake, and the
way Shouto’s eyes could trace every mountain and valley between the muscles of
his arms, softly drawn by the illumination coming from the tele, made him
realize that, ding, that thing he felt between his legs was blood pooling in
his groin, that the heat slowly boiling in the pit of his stomach was a shit
ton of butterflies.
He remembered, perfectly, thinking ‘oh shit’, realizing then that Midoriya’s
neck was as attractive as the rest of him, that under that lanky appearance
muscles pretty jacked were hiding, and that surely without that offensive piece
of cloth covering his body, it’d be like looking at an anatomic atlas of the
muscles and— we’re gonna stop this right there.
Because Shouto was five seconds away from spontaneously combust.
Things started to get a little awkward for Todoroki since that night. In the
locker room, in the practical classes, in the provisional hero internship.
Because he had to work alongside Midoriya sometimes and holy hell, how could
someone look so damn fine while knocking down an entire building?
And then, one night, after a very long and tiring study session, one in which
his head had refused to cooperate and the realization of him failing the
algebra test next morning hit him like a bus, he found a folded piece of paper
under his door.
Really, Shouto wasn’t one to like sappy things. His father used to say that
love made you weak, that love was useless. It was nothing more than a
distraction, and the Todoroki pre-Sports Festival would’ve agreed, albeit
reluctantly. Look at what happened to Mom because she loved me, he would’ve
told to himself. But in the moment he crouched down and took the paper, curious
fingers unfolding it and eager eyes scanning the letters written all over it,
he knew love didn’t make you weak, love wasn’t useless, love wasn’t a
distraction.
«Todoroki-kun: you’re between something I want to have and something I’m afraid
to have».
—Midoriya».
Do you all remember that thing about spontaneous combustion? We should really
give him a round of applause for being able to hold it.
Until that exact moment.
One moment he was standing there, looking at the letters written almost
shakily, as if Izuku had been afraid to write them and even more afraid to
deliver the oh-so-short letter, and the next his left side was on fire and the
smoke detectors over his head were activated.
When the entire class had ran upstairs to see what was all the fuss about, and
Todoroki’s mismatched eyes found Izuku’s green ones in the middle of the crowd,
and the shorter young man had looked at the piece of paper Todoroki held in his
right hand (thank god it was his right hand) for merely a second, every piece
seemed to fall into place. Midoriya’s shy smile, the slightly anxious gesture
of scratching at the back of his neck, as if he was apologizing. The capacity
of being able to ignore his classmates questions as to why he had burst in
flames and the quick movement of his hand to shove the letter into the pocket
of his sweatpants.
Yeah. That was exactly how it was supposed to be.
No one got really surprised when Izuku and Shouto started going out, officially
as a couple. It was a common thing to see them holding hands, pretty close in
the common room, hoarding the sofa during movie nights, studying in their own
little private bubble during those nights previous to the exams. Bakugou had
even mentioned once how ‘disgustingly gay’ they were.
Funny thing is… Bakugou had no ideaof how things were really disgustingly gay
when they were alone.
Izuku got used to dedicate him poems now and then, just by delivering a folded
paper, just like his declaration, with a certain line written over it. Or
dedicate Shouto songs, during those lazy afternoons they spent laying on
Izuku’s bed, studying or just chatting, the soft sound of the music as some
sort of soundtrack for their sweet conversations of everything and nothing;
Midoriya’s eyes would light up, and he’d say «Shoucchan, this song makes me
think about you». And of course Shouto would be at loss of words, completely
speechless, and he’d blush furiously, because really, being a sap wasn’t his
thing.
Well… it kind of was. Just with Izuku Midoriya.
That’s why he felt pretty surprised when the class was watching a The Lord of
the Rings marathon (Ashido’s courtesy, thank you very much) and Shouto felt
Izuku’s playful fingers running up his thigh, in the middle of the darkness.
They were cuddling against each other on the sofa, both of them covered with a
blanket, Shouto’s back against the armrest, his legs comfortably lying on
Izuku’s lap and Midoriya’s back resting against the backrest. He almost jumped
out of his spot, looking at his boyfriend through the corner of his eyes to
avoid unwanted attention, swallowing hard loudly when he noticed the smirk on
his Izuku’s lips. 
“Izuku” Shouto mumbled, blinking in surprise, a shiver running down his back
when he felt Midoriya’s middle finger brushing against his hip bone. “What are
you doing?”
“I’m watching The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring” he answered,
nothing but innocence dripping from his voice. Izuku blinked in Todoroki’s
direction, as if his question would’ve surprised him, the whisper husky and
low, the same way it always did when they both were in private and clothes
started to bother, and Shouto knew that velvety voice as the back of his hand.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because” he retorted, letting out a shaky breath. Izuku’s index finger was
tracing the skin over the elastic band of his pants, as if he was trying to
commit to his memory the texture and temperature of it. Too damn close to his
groin to be an innocent caress, “your hand doesn’t seem to be watching The Lord
of the Rings”.
“Ah” Midoriya replied, giggling softly. Someone (Shouto was pretty sure it had
been Kaminari) shushed them, and Izuku apologized with an ‘I’m sorry, man’ and
another giggle, taking advantage of the confused moment to recline in Shouto’s
direction, an ear to ear smile making its way to his face, a mischievous look
shining in his eyes. “I don’t need my hand to watch the movie. I can do… other
things with it instead”.
Izuku Midoriya loved poetry and cheesy American movies, so cliché Shouto could
predict the plot just by looking at the cover. He dedicated him songs and
murmured verses into his ear, hummed lullabies for him when he’d had a pretty
nasty fight with Endeavor. He fondly squeezed his fingers before Shouto crossed
the threshold of his mother’s hospital room, and waited for him with chocolates
or a flower when he made his way out of the clinic.
He was a romantic to the very bone, and also a fucking pervert.
“We’re in public” he hissed through his teeth, perfectly noticing the way his
boyfriend’s hand palmed his growing erection through the fabric of his pants,
Todoroki's fingers clawing at the cushions below his body.
“A really important reason to stay in silence, don’t you think?” he purred,
shifting the blanket covering them so no one could sneak a glance towards what
was going on under the fluffy fabric.
“Izuku—”
“Hushed now, Shouto”
Oh well.
He had suspected about Izuku having a public sex kink since the beginning. No,
not since the beginning per se, but since that first time they intimated, the
first time the clothes had grown annoying beyond how they always felt. That
little phrase along the lines of ‘don’t hold back’ he left out when Shouto
pressed the back of his hand against his lips, trying to muffle the sounds
Izuku was ripping out of his throat with each thrust. Midoriya pushed him to
not hold those sounds back, to set the moans free, without even caring about
the thin walls that divided the rooms.
As if the possibility of getting caught added some sort of spicy feeling to the
moment.
And now, with Midoriya’s fingers sliding in the gap between his skin and the
hem of his boxers, finally reaching his throbbing boner, Todoroki could confirm
what he had suspected since that unforgettable first time. Public sex turned
Izuku on, and to his bad luck… it turned him on as well.
So he gritted his teeth and clawed a little harder to the cushions, taking a
sharp breath when Midoriya set aside his pants and his underwear to give his
hand more room, his eyes fixed on the movie, lazily pumping his erection.
And for the love of everything that was sacred, that was frustrating. Because
Izuku knew damn well what he was doing, his hand going up and down on his dick,
so slowly, as if he was trying to torture him. Because let’s be honest, that’s
exactly what Midoriya was trying to do, what he longed for; he was trying to
build so much frustration inside of Shouto that the only option he’d had left
was to beg for more, to moan, or to drag him out of the common room to some
place quiet, some place out of the security cameras range (maybe the showers?)
so they could finish what they’d started.
Technically, what Izuku had started.
He gathered every single ounce of willpower he had in his body to keep his
mouth shut, his gaze fixed straight forward, on the movie, trying really hard
to focus on the moment the Fellowship left Rivendell, starting their path to
the Mont of Doom to destroy the Ring and— for god’s sake, Izuku had just drawn
a circle over the tip of his cock, ripping a hiss from his chest, making the
heat that boiled in his groin lick his insides, threatening to push him out of
the metaphoric cliff. His hips rolled, chasing after the overwhelming heat
coming from that hand that had now tighten up a bit more, causing more
friction, more warmth, more pleasure, searching, begging, pursuing—
“Shoucchan” Izuku murmured, pressing his lips to Shouto’s ear, “you need to
keep your volume down… I think Kacchan noticed”.
A quick glance over the place where Bakugou was (with his head comfortably
placed on Kirishima’s lap) left him now that Izuku had lied. A husky laugh
floated close to his left ear, his boyfriend’s free hand tangling in between
his hair with delicacy to guide his head onto the crook of his neck.
“I was joking” he laughed softly. The coming and going of Izuku’s hand started
to fasten a little, forcing Todoroki to swallow the moan that burned on the tip
of his tongue, a strangled sigh leaving his lips instead of the lewd sound that
got stuck in his throat. “But you need to low your voice”.
Nodding, almost like a child (although the things occurring under the blankets
had nothing to do with a child’s behavior), Shouto tried with all his strength
to calm his breath, to muffle his moans against the vein in Izuku's neck,
beating like crazy.
Shouto could notice how the knot in his belly started to tighten until it
became almost unbearable. Gasping against Midoriya’s neck, he barely noticed
how his hands had taken place on his boyfriend’s shirt, enveloping his fingers
around the hem until it was tightly held in his fists with a strength that
turned his knuckles bone-white. His hips undulated in Izuku’s hand, begging in
silence for some more friction.
Sweat covered his temples, his forehead, his neck and his back, sticking the
hem of his shirt in between his shoulder blades, crimping his hair there where
it made contact with the damped skin. The restrictive position didn’t allow him
to move as much as he wanted to get the contact he needed, and some part of his
head (the one that was pendent on holding back the sounds that made their way
up his throat, the one that still held on to a thin thread of rationality only
by willpower) suggested that maybe, just maybe, Izuku had told him to sit in
that exact position just to torture him.
Not that Shouto complained. Izuku’s hand was a fucking blessing.
And there was no way to deny that idea, because when Shouto felt Izuku’s
fingertip tracing the groove of the head of his dick, fire seemed to get pumped
directly into his veins, the knot in his belly getting so tight he almost
thought it’d finally snap, his entire body tensing, lifting itself from the
‘commodity’ of his spot on the couch, his back painfully arched.
“Izuku” he moaned in a whisper, his teeth grazing the pulse point in Izuku’s
neck, enjoying the shiver that went down his back. “Please…”
If he had to beg for Izuku to let him cum, for him to keep his hand at a steady
pace and stopped slowing down the come and go each time he noticed the way
Shouto’s muscles tensed as he almost reached his orgasm, for him to allow
Todoroki to finally reach the sweet, sweet release, that’s exactly what he was
going to do.
Even though his pride was left a little sore because of it.
He noticed Midoriya’s smile against his forehead when his boyfriend placed a
chaste kiss to the skin, his hand finally getting tight enough around Shouto’s
erection, with just the enough friction to push him out of the edge with a
skillful twist of his wrist.
Shouto screwed his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open with a silent moan while
the back of his eyelids lighted up with a pure, white light, his head
completely empty of every rational thought, pure pleasure taking their place.
Pleasure that seemed to burn from his groin to the rest of his body, making his
toes curl inside the socks and his back arch for the last time. Izuku’s hand
kept on going, riding him from the high of his orgasm, chasing until the last
drop of that suffocating weave of heat.
And then, as surprisingly as it came, the orgasm faded. It left Shouto like a
mass of hypersensitive nerves, trembling and exhausted, resting against Izuku
while he gasped, trying to regulate his breath, the last rales of the orgasm
still making his muscles tremble everytime he thought it was completely over.
Shouto felt Midoriya’s free hand softly rubbing against his back, his fingers
drawing indefinite patterns on the hem of his shirt to soothe him. Still too
weak to speak, Todoroki just cuddled up to Izuku, silently thanking him when
Midoriya fixed his pants and his underwear, laughing under his breath when his
boyfriend cleaned the drying semen on his hand against one of the corners of
the blanket.
“We’ll have to go to the laundry” he murmured, as if he had just started to
think about the consequences of this little game of his.
“I hate you” Todoroki grumbled in a whisper, pressing his forehead to the crook
of Izuku’s neck, getting ready for a well-deserved nap.
“Lying is a sin, Shoucchan” Izuku accused, faking the offense in his voice.
“Wanna know what else’s a sin?” Shouto retorted, frowning slightly. “This kink
of yours”.
Midoriya snorted, barking a laugh he muffled against the top of Shouto’s head,
the sound making his shoulders tremble as if he had never heard something as
funny as that.
“You have no idea”.
One week later, Todoroki discovered how right Midoriya was when he told him
about his kinks when he found a very casual note on top of a gift box. He had
neatly placed it on his futon pillow, some moment in the morning, after Shouto
had gone to have breakfast with the rest of his classmates.
The paper wrapping the box was a metallic light blue color, a white and red bow
wrapped around it and perfectly tied on top. For a moment, Shouto thought that
maybe it was something for his mother, because Izuku always bought his mother
gifts when he could. But when his fingers unfolded the card and found his
boyfriend’s hurried calligraphy spelling a very simple phrase, Shouto knew the
gift was for him. For his eyes only, because he’d die of embarrassment if
someone ever even knew he had something like that in his room.
He undid the bow, teared the paper, finally revealing what was hidden.
When Shouto realized it was a vibrator by remote control, he almost dropped it
to the ground, a furious blush creeping up his cheeks, threatening to set him
on fire again.
«Eroticism is one of the funds of oneself knowledge, as essential as poetry».
—Anais Nïn.
“Really” Shouto sputtered in low voice, as if he feared someone could’ve heard
him even though he was completely alone in the flat, “he’s a complete sap and a
pervert”.
End Notes
     Uhm... yeah. This was... kind of pretty fun to write and translate,
     tbh. I'm always a slut for TodoDeku/DekuTodo smut. Idk, they make me
     all fuzzy inside. I LOVE THESE CHILDREN SO MUCH.
     I hope y'all liked it! And I really hope this is worth your kudos ♥
     They make me very happy uvu
     See ya!
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