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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F, F/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, Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou,
      Midoriya_Inko/Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Asui_Tsuyu/Uraraka_Ochako
  Character:
      Todoroki_Shouto, Iida_Tenya, Uraraka_Ochako, Bakugou_Katsuki, Kirishima
      Eijirou, Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Ashido_Mina, Kaminari_Denki
  Additional Tags:
      Cheating, Rape_Fantasy, BDSM, Crossdressing_Kink, Food_Kink, Foot_Fetish,
      Foot_Massage, Foot_Jobs, Choking, Nipple_Play, Nipple_Licking, chubby
      midoriya, Short_Midoriya, poor_uraraka, Bakugou_Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot,
      Cheating_midoriya, Dom/sub, Master/Slave, Daddy_Kink, What_am_I_doing,
      Aftercare, Cuddling_&_Snuggling, Cuddling, Fluff_and_Smut, Affairs,
      Prostate_Milking, Spanking, Degradation, Manipulation, Manipulative
      Relationship, Stockings, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Gaping, Rough
      Oral_Sex, Oral_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape_Roleplay, Man_oh_man_I
      need_help
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-19 Updated: 2018-02-28 Chapters: 13/? Words: 92418
****** How to Deal with Accidentally becoming a Masochist ******
by Tododekukunlmao
Summary
     "It wasn't intentional, I didn't plan for this to...happen, kind of.
     It's just... It was at the sports festival. It started with our
     fight, the heat of his flames, the smile on his face, he looked so...
     So..." Midoriya lifted his eyes, staring into Uraraka's. "It made me
     frustrated, it was how rough he was playing that got me hard. So,
     yeah. I think I might be a little messed up, but that's nothing new."
Notes
     This is my first BNHA fic and first heavy BDSM fic so feel free to
     give me tips and constructive criticism. I also wrote this while I
     was stoned. Enjoy!
***** How do i get my ass ate *****
"G-good job, Todoroki-Kun." Midoriya groaned, far too tired to give him a
proper congratulations. He was still healing, his energy extremely low after
Recovery Girl did what she needed to. The younger of the two had his eyes shut,
his lips were dry and slightly chapped. Todoroki stared down at him with an
unreadable expression, he had no idea Izuku harbored that much power. It
definitely reminded him of All Might, the one he was to surpass, the reason why
he was created. He simply wanted to be a hero, not for the greed of credit or
recognition, but for the greater good. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't
wanna think about that right now, it was all thanks to Midoriya that he was
able to, even for just a second, forget his father even existed. It was his
power, not his father's. He sighed lightly, he wouldn't lie, he felt kind of
bad that Midoriya went through all of that and gave it his all and lost anyway
though it was something Shouto definitely respected. He took a seat by his bed,
blinking a few times and speaking, unsure if Midoriya was even awake at this
point or if he'd already fallen asleep.
 
"Thank you." He murmured under his cold breath, steam falling from his lips and
floating up before disappearing completely. His lips tightened into a thin
line. "You helped me, your opponent. Thank you for that, for helping me realize
that this is my power and my power alone." He wasn't quite sure on what else to
say, it looked as though Midoriya was asleep anyway. He, evidently, needed all
the rest he could possibly get. That was one thing Shouto was positive about as
he stood, getting ready to leave. He turned, his footsteps echoed as he stepped
towards the door and reached for the knob. Before he could even grip it, it
swung open to reveal Uraraka, Midoriya's newfound girlfriend. Todoroki had
absolutely nothing against her, they were no longer rivals thanks to the
festival being over completely. He wasn't sure if Katsuki exactly earned the
number one spot. He didn't seem to even want it. Shouto stepped aside, he'd
understand if she found him distasteful from here on out for breaking Izuku
down like that. He couldn't care less if she did, they weren't friends anyway.
 
"Oh, Deku! Are you alright?" She questioned in a tone a little too high and a
voice a little too loud but it was excused. She was worried for him as she
should be but we all knew he'd make a recovery and bounce back. He always did.
"Recovery Girl? Is Deku going to be alright?" She asked, concern lacing her
beautiful voice. Uraraka was an attractive person, a kind one too with an
inspirational goal. It was absolutely no wonder or surprise that they'd ended
up together and Shouto would be lying if he said he found it atrocious. With
one last look at the two, he turned to leave.
-
Midoriya wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep or when he even fell asleep, he
could only just barely remember congratulating Todoroki-kun. He'd gotten second
place in the sports festival after all, he deserved that spot. From the start,
Midoriya stood no chance against him but there was always next year for sure
and hopefully by then he'd have learned to control his power to the full
extent. He sure did put up a great fight this year though, and giving it his
all was enough for him. He opened his eyes, it was blurry at first but slowly
began to focus. "To...doroki?" He questioned, looking to his right to see not
the half white, half redhead but to see Ochako Uraraka. He was happy to see her
nonetheless of course, she was nothing less of kind-hearted and considerate,
especially towards him for whatever reason. This year was going a lot better
than he'd expected it to. He got a quirk, talked to a girl who'd soon become
his girlfriend, became a friend to his idol All Might and got to participate in
the Sports Festival. It was really cool knowing a lot of his friends would be
getting offers, getting noticed by popular pro-heroes in need of sidekicks. He
smiled a little.
"You're finally awake, Deku!" She clapped her chubby, little hands, laughing a
little as she did so. "I'm so proud of you Deku! If only you saw it from my
perspective, it was amazing! You two were all 'Pew Pew' and
'CCCCRRRRRSSSHHHH'!" She made the over dramatic sound effects with big hand
gestures as she described what she'd seen and how cool it was. "-Then there was
huge explosion even though the match had been called and Midnight tried to put
you guys to sleep and you were blown out of bounds completely, it was so cool!"
She didn't stop there, she made fists, more gestures, jumped a few times even
and as she spoke, Izuku's mind wandered slightly. He was thinking about the
battle himself, the way his body ached, the way the adrenaline coursed through
his veins and how he was literally blown away by Todoroki's performance. His
body was indeed in unbearable pain but he pushed through it and for some odd
reason, the thought made his breath hitch, his heart pound and his gym pants
tighten ever so slightly. He sat up, wincing at the stiffness, the blankets
pooling at his lap and hopefully hiding his shame.
"That's really cool, Uraraka but I was there, remember?" He wanted to change
the subject as soon as possible, unsure of what was going on with his mind and
body right now. There were no explanations and if there was, there were very
few or none Midoriya would accept for himself. "I wonder how Kacchan is doing
out there, he really got you. Are YOU okay from that, Uraraka?" The brunette
sighed lightly, pushing her head against Midoriya's shoulder for comfort.
"I don't know, Deku. I really tried my hardest out there and he still... he
still beat me. I have a long way to go before I can really call myself a hero,
Deku.” She whispered, sitting next to him on his hospital bed, well, infirmary
bed. They weren’t in a hospital. Midoriya sat up, smiling as he did so and
taking Uraraka’s hands in his own.
 
“But, Ochako, you are a hero. Being hero isn’t about strength or strategy. Like
All Might said, it’s about doing what’s right, not hesitating to save someone
in need of help and that’s what you’re trying to do… right? For your parents.
And I’m proud of you for that.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek gently, pulling
away to look at her blushing face.
 
“You never fail to amaze me, you’re right. Thank you… now you should rest. I’m
sorry for bothering you, Deku. I was worried is all.” She murmured, standing
from the stiff bed and bowing just slightly before turning to leave. He sighed,
leaning back against his large, plastic pillows. He wanted to be able to say
his attention was on Uraraka that entire time but unfortunately, that wasn’t
the case. Midoriya licked his slightly chapped lips, looking around the empty
room. It was bright white, the sun shining through the window to his right. The
curtains masked only half of the glass, rays of light travelled through and to
the opposite side of the room. Dust floated around in it, why was he able to
focus on something like that? In such a confusing part of his day? He blinked a
few times, recalling the way Todoroki burst into flames on his left side, all
thanks to Midoriya. He couldn’t say he wasn’t proud of both Shouto and himself.
 
-
 
The two days off from school were spent in Midoriya’s room at home with his
mother who couldn’t talk about anything other than his unbelievable performance
in the festival. He was excited to immerse himself in such conversational
topics but as soon as he was alone in his room, his lips were sealed. He moved
around the tidied room quickly, falling back into his comfy bed and staring up
at the ceiling. His bright green eyes were unblinking as his mind raced. Before
long, he had a tent in his basketball shorts. It wasn’t as profound or as hard
as it had been during his battle with Todoroki but it was something he needed
to take care of despite. It wouldn’t go away otherwise, not that he enjoyed
waiting a few hours for the last one to go away in the infirmary.
Midoriya closed his eyes as his calloused right hand trailed down his lean
stomach slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing the waistband of his shorts. He
felt the thin trail of hair disappearing down his bottoms and huffed irritably,
creasing his brows. The teen was waiting a little impatiently for himself to
create a well-thought out, sexual scenario. What came to mind wasn’t anything
he expected but it’d be inexplicable to any sane person. What he saw was red
and white hair, flattened and sticking to the sweaty forehead of none other
that Shouto Todoroki. That wasn’t the weirdest to come. He was in no ordinary
situation. Actually, Midoriya was sure this was far beyond just ‘weird’. Izuku
wasn’t sure where this was all coming from all of the sudden, it went a little
deep in kinks. ‘How could this not be justified?’, he questions himself
internally, he was a very curious teenage boy with a room and a computer of his
very own. Midoriya let out a sigh, pushing his hand down with slightly more
force. The elastic waistband slid over his fingers, then his entire hand while
Midoriya went lower. He was touching his cute, little semi-hard member that
wasn't actually small at all. It wasn’t completely hard yet but would be if he
continued on with this outrageous idea. What he saw was himself, his lips were
forced apart and shaped into the letter ‘O’. They were stretched over a red-
ball gag between his straight, white teeth.
 
Oddly enough, he didn’t open his eyes and clear his head. Midoriya let it
continue, positive that if he really thought terribly of this, he’d have opened
his eyes. He gripped his swollen member, squeezing gently around himself. He
was sure he was gonna beat himself up over this soon afterwards or in the near
future. Much to both his convenience and dismay, a simple ball gag wasn’t
enough to save him from his flushed member erecting.
 
Midoriya’s door was shut and locked out of habit after too many incidents as a
preteen occurring. He sucked in a sharp breath when he finally started stroking
himself gently. Izuku groaned just barely loud enough for himself to hear. Was
he really capable of making such a lewd, helpless sound? He was much farther
from helpless than he’d ever been but at this very moment, his body felt
boneless, he couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. He used his free hand to touch
his neck, scratching ever so gently down from his chin to his collarbone. He
imagined Todoroki’s perfect teeth grazing his sensitive skin. That’s right,
Shouto Todoroki, second place champion for the Annual Sports festival, son of
number two hero; Endeavor and the very person who beat him in the competition.
Todoroki was on top of him, between his weak knees. Turquoise and Silver eyes
glared down at him in a less romantic and more threatening way. Anger, malice
and irritation were the emotions Midoriya got the impression of when staring
into Todoroki’s eyes. He himself wasn’t sure how this fantasy managed to be so
graphic and vivid. Izuku didn’t know himself that he had such an unknown
interest in things like this.
 
His hips twitched as he quickened the jerk of his wrist. He felt handcuffs,
switches, ropes and scanty outfits. They were the type of clothes he’d never
imagine having. His breathing was a little heavier, quick and slightly
raggedly. Midoriya’s free hand gripped his sensitive neck, not enough to choke
himself of course but with his hand he felt the burn of Todoroki’s fire. The
heat intensified every second before he felt as though his neck was scorching
hot. At that very minute, his hips bucked upwards, his toes curled and he let
out a low growl that died into a submissive whimper. It was all quiet
nonetheless. Midoriya opened his eyes, feeling salty tears well up in them and
blurring his vision. He pulled his hand from his shorts, attempting to calm
down during the aftermath of his slightly dramatic orgasm. “I… I…” He had no
words, absolutely nothing to say as he shamefully reached for the tissues on
the surface of his desk, It was conveniently placed by the edge, just barely in
fingertip reach. Midoriya quickly cleaned himself up and shivered slightly. He
wasn’t going to let this go. He couldn’t, he needed answers about whatever this
could be or mean. It was blatantly obvious though the completely ‘Heterosexual’
male couldn’t accept such a simple answer. There were thousands of things this
could mean or lead to. He bit his lip, pacing around his room and muttering to
himself, voicing his thoughts aloud without having ever noticed. Not that he
ever did. His eyes were wide and twitchy, his hand pushed up against his chin
his heavy thought. “Maybe... “ Maybe he should google this. Midoriya was sure
there was a logical explanation for what he’d just willingly experienced.
 
There wasn’t. Of course you can’t just type ‘What does it mean if I masturbate
to my male competitor if I’m male?’ or ‘Why was I gagged in my fantasy?’ He got
a lot of results for ‘The nearest church?’. Midoriya groaned, leaning back into
his computer chair and blinking. He’d deal with this later, he didn’t need it
clouding his mind on his day off when he could be spending time with his mom.
He wiped his wet, burning eyes and stood. He’d wash his very filthy hands and
head out into the living room where he guessed his mom would be. She’d probably
disown him if she knew what he just did. What he touched himself to and
frankly, he deserved any looks he got. He felt as though people would actually
know what had occurred moments before. Whatever. He was hungry too anyway. So
he washed his hands in the restroom and walked into the living room. Sure, it
wasn’t the biggest but it was comfy and spacious enough for five people to be
comfortable. Midoriya had many more thoughts running through his head than
usual. He took a seat on the couch next to his mother and smiled gently when
she greeted him. His mother was the kindest person he knew and he knew nothing
of his father. He never questioned it for long.
 
“Are we still going shopping today? For white rice?” Midoriya asked his mother,
attempting to get his mind off of his day so far. He was actually quite hungry
and wouldn’t mind helping out in making some sushi. It’d be lots of fun, he was
sure.
 
-
 
Midoriya bit into a sushi roll dipped in wasabi. He favored spicy/hot foods
over most, right behind sweets but who didn’t like sweets? He hummed in
satisfaction, now THIS was something to be proud of. Midoriya ate happily,
thanking his lovely mother despite helping with fifty percent of this. He
smiled, rice stuck his face after the meal had been shared.
 
-
 
After a short, two-day break from class masturbating to things Midoriya didn’t
think would actually feel good, he felt stress free and relieved. He was sure
if he tried any of the things he’d actually dreamed of he’d cry like a big
baby. Come to think of it, perhaps looking more into the kinks themselves
rather than ignore them might surface many more answers. He, of course,
couldn’t do it in class where anyone could peek over his shoulder. Tooru talked
quite a bit and half the time he forgot she was in his class, much more;
existed. Midoriya bit his bottom lip out of habit, his eyes flickering across a
few desks to the side of Todoroki’s head. He saw only his red side, he sat the
right of Midoriya, two seats up. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected to
happen when he looked over to him, maybe he’d be met with those same eyes in
his mind. The ones that burned through him like dry ice. The ones that were
filled with disappointment and mischief. The only pair of eyes he could muster
up in his wet fantasies. He wanted to see those eyes staring back but got
nothing. Midoriya should probably pay attention to what was going on with
Aizawa. He was teaching something or another and Midoriya could afford to miss
absolutely nothing.
 
-
 
How absolutely embarrassing would it be if someone peeked over the shoulder of
an impatient teenage boy on his phone? Midoriya was on the train home for the
day, scrolling through his phone and reading tiny articles and tumblr posts
that came up for the gag fiasco. He pushed his bottom lip up in irritation,
nearly frowning. He gripped the metal pole he was leaning up against as the
train slowed to a stop. He was to get off the next one and walk home.
 
Maybe when his mind was clear and relaxed, he’d look more into the issue but
for now, there was no problem just letting it happen again.
***** bro time *****
Chapter Summary
     Todoroki and Midoriya get some awkward alone time and Midoriya won't
     stop masturbating.
Chapter Notes
     It's longer than the first chapter, hope I didn't ruin it already
     lmao. Enjoy
Midoriya leaned forward in his chair, his face just inches away from his
computer monitor. He blinked here and there, his eyes burned from staring at
the scandalous images for so long. He wasn’t quite sure where to even get these
items or how much they cost. He had a few choices from buying them online or
simply asking Momo Yaoyorozu to create it using her quirk though that’d be an
awkward encounter and a hard request to back up without seeming weird. Midoriya
couldn’t possibly say it was for him and Uraraka without Ochako hearing about
it and possibly dumping him. He couldn’t imagine taking control of a situation
like that much less Uraraka doing so if she actually agreed to participate in
such disgusting activities.
 
How would Uraraka react to something like this, he wondered. She was kind,
sure, but even she couldn’t mask the disgust Midoriya expected her to feel if
she found out. So that settles it, she shouldn’t and wouldn’t find out. It’d be
his problem to deal with. His secret to keep from the world and hopefully, with
time, it’ll fade. Just a dumb little phaze.
 
He blinked a few times, coming back to his senses. He sure did space out a lot
more than he definitely should. Midoriya was sure he’d get killed in a fight
with a villain if he didn’t drop such a weird habit. Midoriya stared at the
red-ball gag on his screen, the leather that’d be tightened around his face
would surely leave red marks on his cheeks. As if they weren’t red enough
already. Midoriya pushed his bottom lip out, trying to focus on what to google
next. What did a toy like that and handcuffs have in common? They were kinks.
So he googled that and soon he fell down the rabbit hole of indescribable
items. They all fell into the same category; Masochism. Was Midoriya REALLY a
masochist? It wasn’t something you could just look at someone and know, was it?
Of course not. That’d be silly. Masochism seemed extreme, way too extreme for
even Midoriya to fathom. How could anyone find it at all enjoyable to feel
pain? To get off on something like that seemed beyond Midoriya’s comprehension
and yet his mind as of late couldn’t come up with anything but that to touch
himself to. Maybe it was the type of thing where if you go too far, the old
stuff doesn’t work anymore.
 
That only made him feel worse! He continued this research. Okay, so there was a
possibility that Izuku was in fact a masochist but there was still a VERY big
error here. Why was it Todoroki-kun on the other end, inflicting pain onto
Midoriya? It made him want to rip his hair out in frustration but he might get
aroused by just that. He groaned, slamming his face down onto his keyboard.
They were JUST dreams and dreams always got a little weird, right? Of course
they did. That gave him a slight bit of hope. He shouldn’t assume things about
himself without at least experiencing those things.
 
-
 
Their city was big and filled with crime but with those criminals came some of
the bravest heroes alive. Midoriya ran into no trouble whatsoever as he walked
with his hood up and face down. He wore a pair of his mom’s sunglasses to hide
the majority of his babyface. His cheeks were fat and riddled with four
freckles each. Midoriya never experienced acne save for a few pimples here and
there that were gone within a few days. In the research he conducted, he
managed to stumble across the address of an adult store downtown. It wasn’t
easy to find and Midoriya felt relieved by that much. No wonder he never
noticed it, it was modest with a name with more meaning behind it that teens
wouldn’t care to look into. He didn’t want his mother to go through his credit
card history or find anything on hers regarding the toys he set out to obtain.
He had a simple plan with a simple outcome; try it out to prove to himself he
didn’t like it. It was a master plan. It’d surely rid of these awful, taunting
dreams. He hoped so at least. Midoriya pushed through the door, the bell above
ringing a little to signal a customer’s arrival. He kept his head down as he
moved through the nearly empty isles. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking
for. He didn’t see any gags much to his dismay but there were handcuffs and
ropes and… what does that say? A cock ring? His eyes bulged from his skull as
he read the discription. That seemed way too hardcore for him but still made
his cheeks darken tremendously. He averted his gaze, he wouldn’t think twice
about purchasing something like that.
 
After a most embarrassing and confusing thirty minutes of walking around,
looking around and shamefully picking items off of display, Midoriya finally
mustered enough courage to walk towards the front where the clerk was behind
the checkout desk. He slid his items towards them, staring out the window and
avoiding all eye contact. Midoriya didn’t plan to look up but he couldn’t help
it when she spoke, he hadn’t realized Momo was the one working here. He whipped
his head around after she spoke. “Is that all today, ma’am?” She’d asked.
“Ma’am?” She questioned when Midoriya simply stared.
 
“I- Yaoyorozu?” His voice was full of curiosity. He pulled the sunglasses off
to get a better look but as soon as he did he regretted it, knowing he
shouldn’t have done that.
 
“Woah, Midoriya? Is that really you? I never imagined you’d come shopping at a
place like this. Nice to see you, dude. This gonna be all?” She questioned.
Well, the cat was out of the bag. He might as well ask for what he came here
for. He shook his head.
 
“I uh… I couldn’t… I couldn’t find a… uh... “ He looked down to his feet, if he
thought he couldn’t blush anymore than he was then he was wrong. “A ball gag, I
think that’s what it’s called. Yeah…” Momo quirked a brow, a small smile
playing at her lips as she attempted not to laugh.
 
“We don’t have those but if you show me a picture, I wouldn’t mind making one
for you. It’ll take a few minutes though. So tell me, what do you plan to do
with all this stuff?” A gag, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a simple rope.
Midoriya shrugged lightly, hoping she’d catch the hint and let him off the hook
but unfortunately, she did no such thing. “Is this for Uraraka? I didn’t think
her the type, Midoriya. Really, you learn something new every day.” Midoriya
pushed his phone across the desk with the picture of what he nodded and simply
ignored her, playing with the strings of his hoodie. “Maybe I’ll ask Uraraka
herself.” Girl talk.
 
“What? Wait- no, okay, I’ll tell you. It’s not for her… it’s… it’s for me,
okay? And she can’t find out about this. She’d surely dump me then. So please,
do NOT tell anyone.” His reputation would be fucked, his name in the dirt and
his chance to be the number one hero gone completely. Who would look up to a
superhero with such a degrading kink? Nobody, that’s who. It’d be embarrassing
for one, an invasion of his privacy, do a number on his pride which wasn’t much
to begin with and would simply be gross.
 
“Wait- really? This is for… you?” Momo had seen and heard stranger and shrugged
it off. “Well that’s cool. Still didn’t know that about you but my lips are
sealed.” She promised to keep this secret, a part of her arm started to turn
white. Midoriya didn’t quite understand the process of her creation quirk but
admired it nonetheless. After a few minutes of small talk, she handed the brand
new ball gag over to Midoriya in which he traded for a crumbled handful of
money he’d been gripping the entire time out of nerves. With that, he pulled
the sunglasses back up and exited hurriedly. That was far too close.
 
Midoriya bit his lip on the walk home, the sun was setting across the horizon,
it’d be dark by the time he made it home. What was he doing? He didn’t quite
know himself. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to look Todoroki in the eye
after all of this. The blinding, gagging, the tying himself up for Todoroki
when in reality, he had no idea of any of this whatsoever and hopefully never
would. Midoriya couldn’t even fathom the reaction Todoroki would have if he
ever did. Would he be disgusted? For sure. He couldn’t stop shaming himself for
this but he was a curious teen boy, it was expected. He already felt bad enough
masturbating in general despite what he was doing it to but it’s gotten much
worse.
 
-
 
Midoriya did his best to recall everything that’s happened in these very
confusing dreams. In just about every one of them, he was tied up somehow,
restrained. Sometimes it was only his hands and other times he was in some
crazy position, knotted together tightly, his arms behind his back and his
ankles tied up with them. He was never able to talk, not that he really had
much to say to Todoroki. That’s another thing, Todoroki was always on the other
end, tying him up, holding him still, tugging the ropes and ultimately on top
of him. It switched around from in front and from behind. What was going on
down there, Midoriya wasn’t entirely sure but he muttered to himself as he
clumsily pushed the cuffs around his wrists behind his back. He made sure to
keep the key where he could reach them and once they were on, he wanted to cry.
He forgot to put the gag on. It took Midoriya longer than it should’ve to get
everything in place before realizing he should’ve been naked. He sighed out of
frustration, he couldn’t do this on his own, so maybe that’s why Todoroki-kun
was there. He seemed like the type to know what to do what was going on. He was
also trustworthy, Midoriya thought so at least. He trusted Shouto, why
shouldn’t he?
 
Though he trusted him, he couldn’t possibly ask Shouto to help him out with
something like this. For one, he was a dude. A DUDE! You can’t ask a bro, if
Shouto was even his ‘bro’, to tie him up and do whatever it was a masochist
wanted done to them. Was it much more complicated than Midoriya thought? He
didn’t want to just get punched in the stomach a few times, he wasn’t sure what
he wanted at this point. This wasn’t something Midoriya could do on his own for
sure, there had to be a way around all this, a way he could modestly and
privately rid of this problem. He pursed his lips, racking his brain for ideas
or plans that weren’t bound to fail him. He pushed his face into the pillow,
letting out a slightly angry groan before falling asleep, exhausted. Today was
a long day as it always was.
 
-
 
He had nothing, absolutely nothing. He couldn’t think of a single scenario
where he didn’t come out looking weird whatsoever. Maybe it was time to just
accept he was weird and move on. The class was lively. Mineta droned on about
the girls in his class, all except Jirou for some reason. “What’cha thinkin’
about, Deku?” Uraraka questioned as she took a seat on his desk. He hoped to
God he wasn’t muttering under his breath. It’d be extremely hard to explain
especially to his beloved girlfriend. He shook his head lightly, shrugging
before smiling gently.
 
“Nothing, stupid stuff… Anyway, what’s new with you, Ochako?” Midoriya changed
the subject before it got to become too much he could control.
 
“Oh nothing, just excited about the huge sleepover at Jirou’s house. It’s for
all the girls, I wish you could come, Deku, it’d be lots of fun to have you
there for sure!” She expressed her opinion which Midoriya couldn’t help but
disagree with. He wasn’t fun, was he? He wasn’t very interesting at all and not
the best conversationalist out there either if he had to be honest.
 
Izuku merely laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sounds like fun, Ura.”
It was a nickname he’d come up with himself. “Don’t worry about me, I’m sure
it’ll be lots of fun regardless.” He promised, setting his hands down on his
desk. They were clasped together, nerves nagging him again. Why couldn’t he
fantasize about Ochako? She was a beautiful young woman and his girlfriend,
it’d make much more sense to see her there rather than Todoroki-kun. Where was
he anyway? Midoriya wasn’t sure and searched around the room not so subtly. He
was unknowingly ignoring his girlfriend but didn’t realize it and apparently
she didn’t either as she kept talking. It was something about the sleepover and
what they were gonna do ranging from pillow fights to some sort of elementary
school grade game like Truth or Dare or Twenty-one questions. Those type of
games kind of got on his nerves, they only existed as excuses to interact with
someone’s crush or to embarrass someone else yet it never fails to surface when
a group of kids or teens manage a few hours alone without parent supervision.
“That’s cool, Uraraka.” He whispered and she continued. Man, she was good at
talking.
 
Todoroki didn’t talk to many people, much less move around to sit with friends
when he had the time like Kaminari and Mineta. The boy Midoriya was looking for
was simply sitting at his desk, like always. He wasn’t working on anything, in
fact, it looks like he was using his free time just to think. He couldn’t help
but feel nosey when wondering about what he was thinking or why. Midoriya
pursed his lips with slight annoyance and angst. Maybe talking to Todoroki
about a completely UNRELATED topic would help with whatever these dreams were.
Midoriya stood abruptly, his chair skidding back a few inches. “Hold on,
Uraraka, I have to talk to Todoroki-kun for a few minutes.” He kissed her cheek
gently. It was appalling how he could only think of kissing her cheek but his
mind went as far as leather on leather for someone else. He shook his head a
little at the thought as Ochako turned and left after wishing him good luck for
whatever he was setting out to do. Midoriya, like a few other times in his
life, did not have a plan. He didn’t know what he was going to say or why or
how it was going to work out.
 
As he took the steps he needed to reach Todoroki’s desk, he tried his best to
think of something to say. It was far too late to turn back as it was a shorter
walk than he hoped and he found himself standing right in front of Todoroki’s
desk, his hands behind his back. He pursed his lips awkwardly, shifting his
weight from the balls of his feet to the toes here and there before he finally
opened his mouth but was cut off. “You seem… nervous.” Todoroki murmured under
his breath, he wasn’t the most enthusiastic conversationalist but he was damn
observant but then again anyone would be able to tell Midoriya was nervous from
a mile away at least. Midoriya gave him a shrug and nodded.
 
“Wuh-well, Todoroki-kun, I was just uh...Coming to… see if you wanted to
uih...hang out.” That was all he could come up with so suddenly. If Todoroki
said yes then he’d have to clean his room up and shit and hide whatever it is
that needed hiding.
 
“Okay. When?” It was a simple question with an answer that’d either make
Midoriya panic or give him the time he needed to actually prepare for a hang
out.
 
“Tonight! A sleepover. Like… because the girls are having one and I.. thought
it would be cool. To have one. Too. To have a guys sleepover too.” Midoriya was
seconds away from slamming his face against Todoroki’s poor desk. Idiot! It was
the type of thing he hated seeing in TV shows or books, when characters blurt
stupid shit and can’t keep their mouths shut. Now he knew that sometimes; that
DOES happen. What a surprise.
 
“Okay, sure. It’s sudden, but sure.” He agreed, he hadn’t smiled or frowned and
Midoriya wondered if he’s even blinked during this conversation, he always
found it creepy when Tsuyu never blinked. “Who else is coming?” Of course, if
they were having a sleepover like the girls were but for the guys, all the guys
would be invited. It was only common sense. Midoriya, of course, hadn’t planned
that far.
 
“Oh, nobody. Just.. just us two. That’s alright, right?” He questioned,
slightly flustered but otherwise calming down. It was only Shouto, they were
friends now, right? Friends hang out all the time, this shouldn’t be as weird
as Midoriya made it out to be before.
 
“... Okay. We’ll walk home together?” It’d make sense. Maybe he could distract
him while he cleaned his room or something, well, his mom would surely have a
lot to talk about with the second place champion in the Sports Festival.
Midoriya nodded with a little too much enthusiasm before leaving towards his
desk with just that. It worked out better than he’d thought it would, he
expected that to crash and burn to the ground. He let out a heavy sigh, pushing
his face into his hands. What did this solve though? Things always got weird or
personal in the middle of the night, as soon as one in the morning rolls
around, something will go down. There’s no escaping it. Maybe that’d play out
in his favor?
 
-
Midoriya was sure this whole night full of unplanned events would come smack
him the face and he honestly wouldn’t be surprise if he found out he’d enjoy it
to some extent. But that wasn’t the issue right now, it was trying to make the
awkward atmosphere between Midoriya and Todoroki less awkward. Midoriya licked
his dry lips and looked up to Todoroki. He was walking alongside him, he was
only able to see his right side, his white hair was a calmer color than the
blood red on his left. “Why don’t your eyebrows match your hair?”
 
“What? They do, they do match my hair, see?” He lifted his bangs to show one
white brow and a red one. How could Midoriya have missed that? Did he ever get
the opportunity to examine Todoroki thoroughly? No, he hadn’t gotten a chance.
He remembers the festival, when Shouto pulled him aside to talk. He was far too
worked up to worry about either of their appearances. Midoriya stared at his
eyebrows as they walked before smiling and covering his mouth to laugh.
 
“Oh… They do, sorry.” He laughed a little harder which made Todoroki smile a
little. He had a nice smile when he did actually smile and Midoriya couldn’t
help but wonder what his
sounded like. He could only imagine for now.
 
“You’re the most observant person in class with those diaries of yours.”
Todoroki saved Midoriya from coming up with something else to say but he wasn’t
exactly pumped to talk about this.
 
“They aren’t diaries, they’re journals. Not about my secrets but about everyone
else and their cool quirks. I even have a page dedicated to you, Todoroki-kun.”
He informed with a smile, raising it up for Todoroki to see but he didn’t have
the same reaction as Uraraka when he showed her. He seemed more… impressed. He
was less creeped out than Uraraka seemed to be and almost sentimental but
Midoriya couldn’t be sure. His expression remained the same from start to
finish before he shut the journal. “I really think your quirk is the strongest
in our class.” The strongest natural one. “I think it’s a really cool quirk
too. It has a lot more uses than fighting.” Midoriya observed.
 
“I know. Thanks. Yours is cool too.” That was nice to hear even if it was just
a bland compliment. He couldn’t say much more, they’d arrived at Midoriya’s
home. He unlocked the front door and allowed Todoroki to step in first. He
watched as he took his shoes off, then took his own off right after. “I doubt
your clothes will fit me.” He murmured, looking to Midoriya for a solution to
the small problem they overlooked when he presented the idea.
 
“Oh, yeah you’re probably right. Sorry, Todoroki-kun. This was all unplanned,
my fault.” Midoriya laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, sweating.
 
“It’s fine. I’ll just wear my under shirt.” He settled with that, setting his
book bag down by his shoes and stepping deeper into the house. It smelled
nicely thanks to the scented candles his mom liked to collect for whatever
reason but she was also in the kitchen doing her best to make dinner. Just as
Midoriya expected, his mother and Todoroki clicked. Kind of. They talked much
too formally. Todoroki bowed, introducing himself before his mother waved him
off with a smile.
 
“No need for all that fancy stuff. You must be Midoriya’s friend, Todoroki
Shouto. I saw you on TV.” She explained with a kind smile. “Are you staying
over for dinner?” He nodded.
 
“If that’s okay with you. I’ll also be staying the night, Midoriya’s invited me
to.” His mother looked passed him to her son with a smile.
 
“Alright, I’m making pork cutlet bowls.” Midoriya loved those.
 
“You don’t mind if I assist you, do you?” Todoroki questioned, shrugging his
jacket off and allowing Midoriya to take it from him. His mother couldn’t help
but smile and move aside to make room in the kitchen. Perfect diversion. Now he
had the chance to clean his room. He left them be, entering his room and
shutting the door behind him, pushing back up against it and scanning his room.
Dirty clothes. He tossed them into the hamper hurriedly before feeling down his
bed for the toys he DID NOT, unfortunately, get too scared to use. In fact, he
found them to be oddly comforting but that was something to think about another
time. He shoved them all under his bed, letting the sheet of his bed fall over
to the floor to hide them completely. Midoriya picked up the little amount of
trash next, tossing it away before sitting on his messy bed with content.
There, all clean and decent. He gripped the jacket that didn’t belong to him in
his hand, looking down at it. For once in his life, his mind was completely
blank. Midoriya lifted the soft, gray, uniform jacket to his face, slowly and
hesitantly taking a deep breath. The smell of Todoroki flooded his nasal cavity
and lungs. It made him lightheaded. He heard the television from his room, the
sound of pots and pans in the kitchen, the ‘ooh’s and ‘ah’s from his mother as
Todoroki probably used his fire to show off. Todoroki.
 
Midoriya was still in his uniform but that was alright. He didn’t have much
time, he knew that much as he reached down, undoing his black, leather belt
just enough to let his hand wiggle passed the waistband of his dress pants.
Inside, he was already hard. All because of Todoroki’s jacket.
He kept the fabric against his face but it simply wasn’t enough and before he
knew it, he was sitting on his knees, his own uniform strewn across the floor
by his bed, Todoroki’s jacket around his nearly naked body. He had on some
slightly too tight boxer shorts but that was all. He sniffed the jacket, his
mind was foggy and in some kind of daze as he very inappropriately touched
himself through the thin fabric of his boxers. His voice was weak and shaky,
his free hand was in a fist, his teeth biting into his knuckles. Midoriya
couldn’t let ANYONE know about this, know about the embarrassing noises he
made, the whimper and yelps he let escape his lips. “Todoroki… Todo..roki.” He
whimpered, pushing red face into his pillow, his rear behind was in the air.
 
He couldn’t explain what happened next but Midoriya felt a small surge of what?
Pleasure? It wasn’t in the front, it was from behind where nothing should be.
Midoriya felt the urge to actually put something up there but he didn’t have
anything. What would possibly work? He’d just have to ignore it for now.
Midoriya sighed down against the pillow when he grasped his member, his hand
down his underpants, moving slowly at first, hesitant. Was this right? He was
only a few rooms away from the one on his mind and despite reminding himself,
he couldn’t just stop. He had to be quick. His little noises were muffled by
the pillow beneath his face, Todoroki’s name seemed to be the only thing he
could remember how to say, drool soaked into his pillow case. He hoped, he
hoped so fucking much no one heard a thing when his strokes became sloppy and
desperate. His voice was a few octaves higher than he’d like to ever admit once
he pushed his hips down against the bed and came in his boxers. Damn, now he
was all dirty and needed a shower. He sat up, tears welling up in his eyes
again out of pure shame. He felt filthy and dirty, mangy. He looked to the
door, thankfully, the TV was still droning on. The conversation was lively in
the kitchen and gave him the perfect opening to slip into the bathroom after
hanging Todoroki’s jacket up behind his bedroom door.
 
-
 
Dinner would only be awkward if Midoriya let it be. Nobody knew, nobody would
know and nobody’s gonna call him out for his sins because nobody had any idea
of them. He pulled his chair out and sat, sitting up and scooting forward,
smiling all around the table before looking down at his bowl. It looked
delicious and he wondered who made and put his together. He didn’t know
Todoroki could actually cook. He thanked his mom and Shouto before greedily
digging into his meal. He wasn’t sure why but no matter how neatly he tried to
eat, he always still got food on his face so he gave up trying to fight it and
just let it happen. He licked his lips, yolk drying slowly at the edges of his
pink lips. “This is delicious, mom!” His mouth was full when he spoke.
 
“Oh honey, I didn’t make it.” She looked towards Todoroki who was eating a lot
slower than he was, his face was fucking clean too. He couldn’t help the heat
in his cheeks, holding his bowl up to his lips to hopefully hide it.
 
“This is really good… Todoroki-kun. Thank you.” He squeaked out quickly,
drawing his brows together and filling his mouth with the last of his meal
quickly. He was wearing a simple hoodie and basketball shorts much like the
first night he had these weird fantasies. He got a simple nod in return.
Todoroki wiped his lips with his white, silky handkerchief.
 
After everyone had finished, Izuku’s mother gathered their dishes. “You two run
along now, I’ll stop ruining your little sleepover boys but if you need
anything, feel free to ask.” She was kind and polite, far from ruining their
sleepover but he stood anyway, wiping his face with his sleeve.
 
“That’s only gonna make a mess of your sleeve.” Todoroki spoke softly as he
stood, handing Midoriya his handkerchief. “You can keep it and give it back
next time we see each other.” He confirmed before Midoriya had time to question
or reject the kind gesture. He nodded, gulping as he lifted it to his lips. He
didn’t wipe his face immediately, watching Todoroki turn to head to Midoriya’s
room before pressing his own lips against the fabric and kissing it. He wiped
his face right after, why? Why would he kiss it? He didn’t know he was that
much into Shouto. It was so weird, this wasn’t something even remotely similar
to how he felt about Uraraka and honestly, she deserved better than a boyfriend
who ogled other boys for whatever reason.
 
“Th-thank you, again, Todoroki-kun.” He’d been saying thanks to him way too
much recently and would be in the future. He followed behind him. Midoriya shut
the door as they entered. The room was kinda small but still very comfy. “Make
yourself at home. We can always watch a movie on my laptop. Maybe you’ll find
something in the closet to wear.” He had a few pairs of clothes that were a
little too loose around him. He was just short. That’s all.
 
“Okay.” He agreed, turning towards Midoriya’s closet and sliding it open. As
Todoroki searched for something that’d fit at least enough to cover him up
modestly, Midoriya sat on his desk chair, pushing the mouse around to light up
the screen and when it did, he choked on his spit. He forgot to exit out on the
sixteen tabs he was obsessing over kink toys on. He started quickly pushing the
‘X’ in the upper right corner but his computer was only so fast. He needed to
remain calm but still hurry and get rid of the evidence before Todoroki turned
and saw his undeniable shame.
 
His cheeks heated up, was that even news by now? He’d blushed just about a
million times in just a few days. It was constant. He kept clicking the ‘X’,
waiting impatiently. “What are you clicking on so much? Just let the computer
load.” Todoroki advised, leaning back to check on Midoriya but before he could
see the screen, Midoriya was sitting on the desk, smiling harder than what
could be healthy or natural.
 
“Oh! No-nothing! Just keep looking Tododroki-kun. I’ll find a movie to watch or
something! Haha...ha.” Todoroki wasn’t convinced whatsoever and stepped away
from the closet, eyeing the weird position Midoriya was sitting in. His
keyboard took up most of the space on his desk, so his ass was basically
hanging off, his back leaning back against the mintor gently, one leg was on
the armrest of his chair and the other was bent against his chest. He was
laughing awkwardly, doing his best to hide the screen. Midoriya’s finger was
jabbing the escape button on his keyboard, hoping it’d all go away before
Todoroki managed to pry him from his computer, which is what he was in the
middle of doing right now. He tried to peek over his shoulder but Midoriya kept
leaning with him, blocking his view.
 
“What are you hiding? It can’t… It can’t be THAT bad.” Todoroki underestimated
him, tugging on one of his arms lightly, trying to get him to stand and get out
of the way but he wouldn’t budge.
 
“It’s really nothing Todoroki-kun, it’s just an embarrassing game!” He lied,
blocking his view the best he could before Shouto grew impatient enough to
actually lift the shorter highschooler off of his own desk. Of course that
worked and Midoriya almost screamed, getting ready to explain once he turned
around. What he saw stopped his heart for a second before he sighed, relieved.
Thank God. All that was on his screen was his background. His screensaver was
of some All Might poster picture in HD. Todoroki didn’t judge and though he
didn’t really work with technology like other kids, he knew how to look through
the history and shit. That was too far though. It must’ve been something
extremely embarrassing if Midoriya went through such lengths to hide it from
him like that and Todoroki knew his boundaries, letting it go after that.
 
“If you say so. You can tell me anything though, Midoriya. We’re friends now.”
He let a small slip onto his lips but it was gone faster than it came and
Midoriya swore at himself for missing it.
 
“Yeah, of course. Uh… Anyway, let’s look for some uh… clean clothes for you.”
He smiled goofily, turning away from Todoroki and heading back towards his
closet and rummaging through it for a few seconds before resurfacing with a
large, black t-shirt. He wasn’t sure about pants but basketball shorts would
work, right? He sure hoped so as he handed them to Todoroki who refused them.
He said he’d sleep in his boxers, his body heated up in his sleep. “Oh, well,
okay, the bathroom is down that hall to the right.” Midoriya looked over his
shoulder to his door, giving instructions before turning back to see he’d
already taken his shirt off. Midoriya has seen his chest before but for some
reason, after all those dreams, while he was standing here in his room, in the
very room he’d touched himself an hour before, it took a much bigger toll on
Midoriya than it should’ve. He started coughing, slapping a hand over his eyes,
backing away and hitting the door. His cheeks were red, again, his lips were
apart and shaky.
 
“I can just change in here, right?” He asked politely, proceeding to change out
of his uniform and into the black shirt. Even that was kind of tight around him
and when Midoriya finally opened his eyes, he saw the outline of his very
profound abs. Shit, he couldn’t allow himself to pop another unwelcomed boner.
He tried to think of things that’d make it go away. Dead puppies? Grandma’s…
Uraraka. He opened his eyes and sighed. He was both relieved and in a panic.
Why did it take the thought of Uraraka to kill his boner? It couldn’t be
because she was a girl, or even her looks. She was beautiful. It might’ve been
her personality. She was too kind to hurt Deku like that, unless she had to and
he couldn’t imagine a scenario where she’d willingly tie him up in a skirt.
 
Well damn, it’s coming back again.
 
Midoriya pulled his hoodie down and sat on his bed, hiding his lap before
looking back up to Todoroki. He was so.... So handsome. Midoriya was pretty but
Todoroki was HANDSOME.
Midoriya didn’t need to explain why, he just was. His personality was what
really got him. He was kind of mysterious, quiet, he wondered if any of that
stuff changed when he opened up to someone or if this whole attitude was his
interior as well. He shrugged it off, doing his best to hide his boner as he
waddled towards his desk and sat, browsing different apps and websites for a
random movie but before he could pick, Todoroki turned the lights out and moved
to squeeze in next to Midoriya in his desk chair. It was comfy but tight.
Midoriya did his best not to be obvious about his emotional overload as he
allowed Todoroki to a pick something to watch for them. “Are you okay?”
Todoroki questioned, looking right at him when he asked the very simple
question. The answer was much more complex and would take a lifetime to
explain. Midoriya sucked his lips in, nodding without saying a word but
Todoroki didn’t believe him for a second. How could Midoriya tell Todoroki
about his fantasies without scaring him away? How could he tell him about the
toys, the ropes, the gags, the whips, chains, girls clothing and his own being?
He couldn’t! Midoriya just couldn’t. There was no way and for now, he wouldn’t
mind sticking to shameful masturbation.
 
“Yeah, really, I’m fine, thank you.” He assured in a high voice before turning
to the lit up monitor. “Don’t worry about it.” He laughed it off. It’d all be
okay if he just kept his lips sealed.
 
-
 
The movie was boring, slow paced and overall; terrible. The acting was bad, the
plot was rushed and the characters were far too edgy for Midoriya’s liking. “Do
we have to watch this?” Todoroki questioned, having leaned back. After a full
forty-five minutes of sitting in this small chair together, Midoriya had
somehow managed to sit on one of Todoroki’s legs. Half of his lap. What an
achievement.
 
“No, I suppose we don’t have to. Have any ideas for what we should do then
instead?” He stared at Todoroki expectantly, standing from the chair and
walking off to his bed where he laid back and rolled over, ready to actually
fall asleep despite how early it was but as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt
a familiar chill around him, he yelped, rolling off the bed to see his feet
were frozen. “Wait- wuh…” He looked up to Todoroki who was smiling gently
behind his left hand, his right hand outstretched towards him. Midoriya
couldn’t help but smile a little too, scooting closer and waiting for Todoroki
to melt the ice. He wouldn’t care for a wet spot on his carpet, it’d dry up and
go away. Todoroki resting his left hand on the ice, steam emitting from it as
the ice turned to water little by little. Midoriya decided to make small talk
while they waited, watching as Icy Hot sat criss-cross by Midoriya’s feet. They
were both comfortable, kinda, Midoriya’s feet kind of ached.
 
“How many siblings do you have? I heard Endeavor had other kids but they’re
never mentioned much, not as much as you are.” Midoriya couldn’t recall
Endeavor mentioning his other kids a single time in his career with the title
of ‘Number two Hero’. Todoroki looked down to Midoriya’s small feet with a
sigh. He was almost done melting the ice away. His toes were flushed from the
cold and soft but cold. He raised the heat, still holding onto them as he began
to explain.
 
“I have three other siblings. Two older brothers and an older sister named
Fuyumi. They aren’t as well known I guess because my dad didn’t really… want
kids to love. He wanted a child strong enough to surpass and that’s what I was.
Not to say he doesn’t love his other kids but… I don’t know. I’m the youngest.”
Midoriya’s feet were unfrozen and even warmed up which he graciously thanked
Todoroki before but didn’t pull away. He didn’t want to disturb the hybrid
Quirk ‘masterpiece’ why he sat in thought looking down. He was thinking but not
about what Midoriya thought he was thinking about. Todoroki was thinking about
Midoriya’s little feet. They were so… soft. They didn’t smell at all either,
like he actually took the time to thoroughly wash them like he does for the
rest of his body unlike other people he’s had the misfortune of meeting. He
squeezed one of his toes between his thumb and index finger, playing with it
wordlessly. Todoroki wasn’t as innocent or as vanilla as Midoriya expected him
to be. Shouto actually wasn’t sure what kind of impression he gave off when it
came to sex, orientation, kinks, and fetishes. It wasn’t a topic someone would
just bring up over dinner or something either. “Your feet… they’re cute.” He
whispered nonchalantly, looking up to meet Midoriya’s eyes.
 
“Oh, thanks Todoroki-kun. I never really paid enough attention to them to
figure that out.” Who did? Midoriya outstretched his toes and curled them back
up a few times before popping them and sending shivers up Todoroki’s back. "Oh,
sorry. It’s a habit.” Midoriya couldn’t help but blush when Todoroki began
massaging his feet lightly, his left hand was radiating some nice heat and if
Midoriya was honest, he was getting kind of sleepy, again.
 
“It’s fine. I can’t do that with my feet. It’s cool.” He admitted shamelessly,
letting Midoriya pull his legs into a criss-cross position like Shouto was.
“What do you want to do now? I hope you weren’t planning on playing one of
those dumbass truth or dare games.”
 
Midoriya clapped his hands. “No! I hate those so much, just kiss and go away
already.” He ranted, almost positive that’s what the girls were doing this very
moment. He would be correct.
 
-
 
“Momo, I dare you to create… uh… I don’t know. I dare you create something
that’ll shock us.” Uraraka dared, rubbing her hands together in a diabolical
fashion. Momo sat back and thought for a moment, she was wearing a simple pair
of pink pajama pants and a pink tank top, her big hair was tied back in a tight
bun. She nodded a few seconds later, white pixels appearing over her arm and
before long, she had a leather blindfold in her hand.
 
“I saw one of these in the adult store I work in. It’s for like… hardcore BDSM
stuff.” She explained in a hushed tone.
 
“Damn, freaky!” Mina cried, taking the blindfold from her hand and wrapping it
around her black and yellow eyes. “Woah… that’s cool.” She whispered, passing
it on to Tsuyu. She didn’t blink as is and passed it on.
 
“Take your turn already… Ribbit.” Tsuyu was having a moderate amount of fun but
hadn’t gotten a turn throughout the game at all. Now was her time to shine as
Yaoyorozu turned to her, racking her brain for good dares and truths.
 
“Okay, truth… or dare.” Momo questioned, gripping Tsuyu’s bigger hands. “I got
somethin’ good for both, so trust me.” Momo assured, her eyes big and bright
with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she asked
the question she had in mind or proposed the dare she had as backup. They were
completely different and the choice Tsuyu mad would determine the direction
this whole night would go. Sure, they could keep it all PG but where was the
fun in that? Girls did weird shit all the time. At least, Momo did. She
suddenly wondered if she was the only one feeling frisky tonight thanks to all
the female activity. Then wondered if anyone else here was even interested in
females. Tough crowd, really. Out of everyone here, she couldn’t be the only
one.
 
“Truth.” Tsuyu never took sexuality into consideration, she was never in the
situation where she had to. She didn’t have very many love interests either.
Mineta surely wasn’t one of them and he’d managed to grab her boob. She still
wonders to this day how she let the biggest, weirdest troll in the class
managed that. She didn’t dress like Mina or Momo, she didn’t talk like Jirou or
Uraraka, and didn’t… wait. “Is Tooru here?” She croaked, looking around the
room for floating clothes to appear but saw none.
 
“Boring!” Jirou cried before she was shushed by Momo. Tooru leaned up against
Uraraka from behind, startling the poor girl and causing her to scream in
surprise.
 
“Is it true… or, wait, have you ever used your tongue to eat yourself out?”
Tsuyu, for the first time in awhile, actually blinked. It was a slow blink. A
blink with meaning behind it. A blink that gave the obvious message of ‘What
the hell?’ away. She took a deep breath, looking around the room at all the
curious, blushing faces before looking back towards Momo.
 
“... I’m leaving.”
 
-
 
“You don’t… you don’t have to sleep on the floor, you know.” Midoriya murmured,
already snuggled up into his comfy bed, the blankets wrapped around him. It was
only a twin bed but two people could surely fit. He wondered what it would feel
like to cuddle up to Todoroki while he slept. He wondered if he’d be hot, cold
or both. He wondered if he snored or drooled or talked in his sleep. Midoriya
would listen to anything sleeping Todoroki had to say, his voice was deep and
soothing, comforting. Midoriya drooled, he drooled a lot.
 
“Are you sure? I’m fine down here. It’s okay.” But Midoriya insisted. He’d be a
terrible host of a terrible, unplanned sleepover that turned out alright if he
let Todoroki-kun sleep on the floor. It seemed kind of rude on his end.
 
“Yeah, really. Come on. You’re warm anyway.” Midoriya murmured, his eyes droopy
as he scooted over to make room for the taller of the two. He slid under the
covers with ease and once he did, Midoriya only then just realized how
undeniably gay this was but that was a problem for future Midoriya to deal with
and sleepy Midoriya to ignore for now.
 
“I’ve never been to a sleepover.” Todoroki murmured, his eyes closed. It always
took him a little while to fall asleep but he already felt drowsy. He was much
more comfortable next to someone he could truly trust and so far, Midoriya was
one of few that he could without second guessing it. “So… Thank you. For
including me, it was fun.” He rolled over, facing Midoriya. He didn’t need to
open his eyes to know they were just inches apart on the same pillow. Izuku
smelled good, really good. He found a second body next to him extremely
comforting, it was something he should enjoy while he could until he’d be
forced to go back home in the morning before school started.
 
“I had fun too, Todoroki… sweet dreams.” He wanted to say it so bad, sweet
dreams sweet prince because it was like Todoroki was some kind of prince from a
whole other world.
 
-
 
Dammit, why? It was the worst thing to do at the worst time possible. He woke
up to himself, Izuku Midoriya, rubbing up against one of Todoroki’s bent knees.
It was subconscious, honestly. He couldn’t help himself though, he was still
drowsy and sleepy, his eyes were closed as he imagined being forced to get
himself off with nothing but Todoroki’s knee, the embarrassment! He creased his
brows, his cheeks red as he got closer, yeah, he was almost there for sure,
whimpering just barely under his breath, a hand over his mouth. This was better
than his own hand, the feeling of actually having to work for it, the pressure
to keep quiet and the fact that it was 'Todoroki's'knee in general made this
experience much more passionate than any masturbatory sessions. He had that
feeling again, from behind. That something should definitely be there,
something had to be there, like it was meant to be. It was almost perfect, if
only the feelings were mutual, they wouldn’t ever be. Todoroki wouldn’t even
think of doing such things and if he did, they sure as hell wouldn’t be with
Midoriya of all people. He wasn’t all that, he wasn’t special at all.
 
He pushed his hips up against Todoroki’s knee a few more times, his cheeks red
before finally, he came. “To-Todoroki-kun…” Midoriya squeaked. He shivered as
his orgasm flowed through him from his toes to his head, making him feel dizzy.
Okay, that was better, now he could sleep without the worry of morning wood. He
was about to roll over but froze when he opened his bright green eyes to see a
pair of silver and turquoise ones staring back at him.
***** boi *****
Chapter Summary
     The deal is sealed, after this, the fun begins. Midoriya is a dirty
     cheater now too, pass it on.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“T-Todoroki?” It wasn’t professional for a host to use their guest to sexually
pleasure themselves, Midoriya knew that better than anyone and probably
wouldn’t mind getting beat up or something. Whether it was because he deserved
it or not, he’d accept that much. Midoriya shut his eyes, ready to get punched
in that cute, little face of his or screamed at but surprisingly enough,
neither came and when he peeked an eye open, Todoroki’s were closed. He went
right back to sleep. Midoriya was more than just confused, he knew Todoroki saw
him, felt that and heard him while he did such a naughty thing. He’d apologize
if Todoroki’s breath hadn’t already slowed down, he was asleep now, already.
 
Midoriya felt as though he could cry out of both guilt and relief. Guilt for
what he’d done and seemingly got away with and relief for actually getting away
with it. He let out a shaky sigh, his breath hit the back of Shouto’s neck,
making him visibly shiver in his sleep. Hopefully he’d forget all about it
tomorrow morning, he must be exhausted to have let that slide but that being
said, Izuku was just as tired. Too tired to get up and shower and clean this
gunk off. Too tired to care as he rolled over to face the wall, he fell asleep
soon after.
 
-
 
The next morning was hectic. It all started when Midoriya woke up to Todoroki’s
side of the bed empty. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms out, yawning
tiredly and even burping under his breath. It was a cute burp, a small burp. Or
just… just a burp. He popped his fingers and back before getting ready to pop
his toes but his bedroom door opened. It was Todoroki. Midoriya would’ve
guessed he went to the bathroom but he was dressed in his uniform. Inko,
Izuku’s mom, had washed their laundry. He honestly had such a considerate
mother. “Oh, good morning, Todoroki-kun. How’d you sleep?” Midoriya wondered
why Shouto didn’t wake him up but let it slide when he checked the time on his
phone. He had another half hour before he needed to be at school and before he
stood to get dressed, he popped his toes real quick, not noticing the shiver up
Todoroki’s spine.
 
“Good. What about you, Midoriya?” The way he said Izuku’s last name seemed
incriminating and accusing and for a second, Midoriya forgot what he’d done
last night. He turned away, rubbing his arm. Todoroki didn’t exactly mention
the ordeal, so Izuku didn’t either, just in case he really didn’t remember.
 
“Great, great… I slept good, yeah.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of
his neck gently. “I should get dressed, we only have thirty minutes to get to
school.” He spoke formerly, looking around his closet for his second uniform.
He wasn’t sure if he should just dress right then and there with Todoroki
staring at him but he didn’t have to worry because Todoroki left seconds later,
letting Midoriya change comfortably. The younger of the two sighed lightly,
pulling his thin hoodie off and letting it fall to the floor. As he buttoned up
his undershirt, he stood there in thought. The dreams got worse, coincidentally
with Todoroki right next to him. They were so graphic and vivid, he actually
had to run his hands along his rear behind to check for burns of any sort.
None. Disappointed. Midoriya let out a frustrated groan, pulling on some slacks
after changing his boxer shorts. Within ten minutes, he was ready to scarf down
breakfast and hurry to school with Todoroki in tow. It was cool seeing how
Todoroki functioned. He needed at least two cups of coffee, no sugar, light
creamer. He liked his eggs with runny yolk whereas Midoriya liked them
scrambled. Shouto watched Midoriya put his shoes on before mimicking him. The
conversation and atmosphere between them thinned out and went back to normal
with time. It was nice walking under the rising sun to school alongside
Todoroki who unexpectedly talked a lot about his academic intelligence. He
liked to read, was great at math, hated history classes but got through them
easily in his middle school years. Unfortunately, he didn’t talk much about his
likes or dislikes, he kept it short and simple, straight to the point. It
wasn’t personal stuff.
 
When they arrived to class, they were just short of being late, the bell
ringing just as Midoriya opened the door for him and Todoroki. Nobody stared or
even turned to look at them as they easily slipped into their separate desks.
Aizawa was just waking from a nap, his yellow sleeping bag tightly wrapped
around him. It looked as though he had no intentions of taking it off just yet.
Nobody minded.
 
“How was your sleepover, Deku?” Uraraka whispered from behind, her lips inches
away from his ear but he didn’t shiver. In fact, he gave no response aside from
shrugging lightly.
 
“We just hung out.” He whispered back, it was half true at least. “How was
yours? I bet it was a lot of fun.” He threw the bait and she latched to it,
starting a one-sided conversation about the games they played, the food they
ate, the music they listened to and more. Midoriya actually listened this time,
because he liked listening to Uraraka talk. Her voice was sweet and smooth like
the finest honey available. Her voice was kind and gentle in contrast to
Kacchan’s constant yelling. Midoriya actually began to wonder what’s been up
with Kacchan lately, he hadn’t talked to him much in the last few days and he
was long overdue getting screamed in the face by him.
 
“-So Tsuyu was all weirded out and Jirou had to convince her not to leave and
offended her by offering to catch flies for her to eat and she acted mad but
accepted the offer anyway and showed us how she throws her stomach up to clean
it and it was so gross but also really cool and endearing, who else can do
something like that? Honestly. It’s like when you burp at lunch, it’s gross but
still cute and endearing cause you’re my boyfriend.” Uraraka spoke quickly and
Midoriya caught every word, he muttered faster than that on a daily basis but
right now, he was speechless. He WAS her boyfriend and last he checked,
boyfriends don’t grind on other boys while they’re half asleep. He’d justify
his thoughts with the old saying: Look but don’t touch but damnit he touched.
He touched more than he should’ve.
 
“That… that sounds really interesting. Come to think about it, she told me
about that when we were in the USJ and were attacked. Her tongue is really
strong too, she lifted me easily with it and got us out of there.” He never
properly thanked her for that and made a mental list to do that this week.
 
“It is really cool, isn’t it? Mina melted a hole on the side of the road when
we were walking to Jirou’s house too, she let me touch her horns. I wonder why
they’re there. Think they conduct electricity?” She questioned but didn’t give
Midoriya a chance to answer before shooting her mouth off again and going on
about the pros and cons of having horns and for a moment, he remembered why he
likes her so much. She was so full of life and so seemingly innocent with a
heart pure as gold. He felt himself falling for her a second time as she spoke.
 
-
 
Midoriya looked down to his crooked right hand, it’d happened during his
intense battle with Todoroki. He shattered the bones in his fingers and arm as
well as his leg trying to beat him and it seemed as though he was wiped out
while Todoroki got out of it completely unscathed. That was the type of power
Todoroki had. He thought of the scarred tissue around his eye, Midoriya wanted
to touch it and he wasn’t quite sure why, he wanted Todoroki to get angry with
him, at him. Midoriya reached up to his tray, grabbing his green apple and
biting into it. It was nice and cold but sour. It tasted great nonetheless and
Midoriya was chewing a little harder than he should, his jaw snapping up and
down, crushing the apple between his white teeth. He stared ahead, spaced out
and not paying attention to the conversation between Uraraka and Iida. A few
moments later, there was blood leaking from his lips. He’d bit his lip and
broke the skin. Damn, he should’ve been more careful. It wasn’t the worst pain
he’s ever had to endure, that made him think. Maybe he was developing a higher
tolerance for pain? Is that why he was getting more and more into that type of
thing?
 
That isn’t something for him to worry about right now. “Are you okay?” Ochako
questioned, looking around for her handkerchief but he waved her off.
 
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He assured with a soft smile. “I’ll go wash
it out in the bathroom, be right back you guys.” He gave one more smile before
turning to leave, walking towards the boy’s restroom. There were two other guys
in there, one at the urinals and the other was standing in front of the mirror.
Upon closer inspection, Midoriya realized it was Aoyama. He was staring at his
brand new belt after Mina ruined his last one with her acid. “That’s a nice
belt.” Midoriya complemented, bending over to wash his mouth out with cold
water.
 
“Of course it is… the best belt for the best quirk.” Midoriya could beg to
differ but Aoyama didn’t just stand around ogling himself for long. He left
soon after as did Kirishima who had been standing at the urinal. Midoriya was
alone in the bathrooms now, washing his mouth out and getting ready to stopped
the bleeding with a tissue but he didn’t get much of a chance as he was pushed
from behind and into the big mirror above the sink. It wasn’t nearly enough
force to make the glass shatter or even crack but it was enough to make
Midoriya’s nose start bleeding next. Damn.
 
“Kacchan?” He questioned, looking up into the mirror and seeing the familiar
red and white he’s grown to appreciate. “Todoroki…?” He questioned under his
breath but instead of getting an answer, he was pushed up against the mirror,
his cheek was flat against his own reflection and his hips against the sink.
Midoriya couldn’t help but groan, his hips were extremely uncomfortable like
this. His nose and lip bled freely, dripping down around the drain. He couldn’t
exactly think straight, much less understand why this was happening. He wasn’t
even sure what to say but thankfully he didn’t have to say anything, Todoroki
spoke first.
 
“I had no idea you were gay.” He murmured, pushing his hips up against
Midoriya’s rear end, making Izuku’s ache as the sink dug up into his. He
whimpered gently, his cheeks red as realization hit him like a truck. He had
been awake last night, there was no way he wasn’t awake during that entire
thing. That was why he was here right now, he had to have had a reason for
this. Like Midoriya said, you can’t just look at a person and know they were
weird like that.
 
“I’m not… I-I’m…” He wasn’t gay. He didn’t know what he was but he wasn’t gay.
That much he was absolutely positive about. If he was, then why was it that
every time Ochako spoke to him, his heart sped up? Why was it that everytime
she called him Deku, his cheeks turned red? Or how he couldn’t help but smile
when she entered a room?
 
But if he wasn’t gay, why was his heart skipping beats over Todoroki? His knees
weakening over just the mention of him or his voice betraying him in times like
this? When he couldn’t suppress the littlest, most embarrassing noises? Clues
like this made him realize that no, he wasn’t straight and no, he wasn’t quite
normal either. “You’re not what?” Todoroki was patronizing him now, it was
humiliating. He wasn’t so confident about speaking at all anymore as long as
they were in here all alone. Midoriya let his common sense slip away when he
felt that first grind up against him. This was a sexual encounter, he’d known
that from the start, as soon as his face was slammed into the mirror and
someone pushed their front against his back where it probably shouldn’t be.
This shouldn’t be happening but Midoriya’s judgement was weakened and distorted
as he closed his eyes, “Did you think I wouldn’t wake up to find you doing
something like that?” He questioned haggardly. “I didn’t take you for the
modern-day whore, if I’m honest.”
 
The name calling didn’t anger or sadden Midoriya as much as it should’ve. He
was gonna feel like shit after this but for now, the name calling was nice.
He’d been telling himself over and over now, he was gross, dirty, naughty and
deserved to have his face up against the mirror. “It’s only been two minutes
and you’re already hard, Midoriya. It’s a damn shame we don’t have two more.”
He whispered against Midoriya’s earlobe before stepping back and giving Izuku
some space to breathe. Midoriya felt more blood dripping from his nose and was
getting ready to turn around and confront Todoroki but he was already gone, the
bathroom door slowly shutting after he exited. Well.
 
Izuku looked down, there was some blood on his jacket and he had a boner that’d
be far too hard to hide. He pouted slightly, he should’ve stopped this as soon
as he was pushed against the mirror. It wasn’t okay, this wasn’t something he
should allow to happen. If he really didn’t want Todoroki to do that, he knew
he’d be able to stop it, and that only made it worse.
 
-
 
How could he? Was that considered cheating? They hadn’t really done anything,
nothing too bad at least. Maybe if he left it alone at just that, it’d fade out
of existence. Midoriya hoped it would after this, after he finished touching
himself to it which he SHOULDN’T be doing but maybe if he knew it was wrong, it
made it less wrong? Of course not, he couldn’t handle himself, he couldn’t
stop. He blared music, not wanting his mother to have a single clue as to was
he was doing.
 
Midoriya sat in his computer chair, his left foot was propped on the arm, his
leg bent and his hand down between his thighs. He let out a heavy breath, sweat
on his brow as he jerked his wrist back and forth. He couldn’t help it. Izuku
felt extremely guilty for what he was doing but if he had to be honest, it was
fading and fast. Everyone had needs and differences. He bit his fat bottom lip,
his body stiffened and a few moans escaped his lips as he orgasmed after just
four and half minutes. That’s what Todoroki did to him. He rested his head back
against the headrest of his comfy chair, sighing lightly before looking back at
the screen. They were pictures from the festival, pictures of Shouto in second
place, of him with half his clothes ripped off. This time he didn’t feel like
crying, he felt like taking a hot shower.
 
The water was hot against Midoriya’s back, he didn’t need to think anymore,
he’d been thinking way too much these last few days and it was time to just
accept this. He was attracted to Todoroki, he wasn’t going to tell Uraraka and
pain makes him hard. End of story. He washed his green hair with coconut
scented shampoo and conditioner before washing his muscular body. Midoriya took
his time, scrubbing himself clean of sin before stepping out and drying off. He
stared at himself in the mirror but didn’t flex and swoon over his own muscles
like Kacchan used to. Instead, he turned around slowly, his eyes trailing down
his muscular back to his rear behind. His wardrobe didn’t have anything
feminine, he didn’t own anything like the outfits he’d seen in his dreams and
fantasies and was unsure if taking the time and spending the money on changing
that would define the type of person he was. He spent nearly sixty dollars of
saved up money on stuff from downtown because of these dreams. Would that be so
bad?
 
Of course it would. He smiled gently and forgot about it, that’d be silly after
all. That type of thing wasn’t for him.
 
-
 
Midoriya stared at the Tv screen, he was sitting on the floor in front of the
couch his mother was on. They were watching the news together. There wasn’t
nothing big going on right now, not many interesting events. The streets were
quiet of crime this fine Friday night. The sun was slowly starting to set and
Midoriya was enjoying the time he was spending with his mother before his phone
buzzed next to him. He laid back on the soft, comfortable carpet and held his
phone up over his chubby face. Midoriya pursed his lips as he unlocked his
phone and pulled the notifications bar down to see a message from Uraraka.
‘Would you like to come see a movie with me and Tooru?’ Midoriya found it
undeniably cute how she used proper grammar and spelling when sending simple
texts. He always read it in her voice in his head, which is actually common but
he’d never admit it. It was only around five in the afternoon, nobody was at
school and teens his age were probably out living their lives with friends. He
was never one to party but movies were nice. It was quiet and dark, the movies
he chose to see always left a smile on his face and he was usually satisfied
sharing that experience with someone else, someone like Uraraka. “Hey mom? Can
I go to the movies with Uraraka?” He questioned, waiting patiently for an
answer.
 
“I don’t know, Midoriya, it’s kind of late…” She murmured, checking her wrist
watch before smiling gently. “Well… go ahead, Izuku. Have fun, alright? You
better text me every hour to make sure you’re okay.” She warned, watching him
spring from his position and stand, his thumbs dancing across his phone screen
as he texted Uraraka back, letting her know he was allowed to come.
 
“Thanks mom! Don’t worry, I will, and I’ll be fine.” He’d still text her
though, he was kind of a mama’s boy and for good reason. He opened his bedroom
down, rummaging around his closet for some simple, casual clothes. It didn’t
take long, he didn’t have to dress nice especially since it’d be dark half the
time. He wondered, would this be the night he got his first kiss? Iida would be
there and if he saw something like that, he was sure he’d intervene with some
sort of speech about how inappropriate this was. Maybe Iida needed the
attention, his brother WAS in the hospital, paralyzed. Midoriya suddenly felt
bad about wanting to lose his lip virginity, if that’s what it’s even called.
He dressed in some simple jeans and a hoodie. Midoriya actually brushed his
crazy hair to make it look a little less like bed head after his nap earlier.
 
-
 
Midoriya arrived at the movie theater twenty minutes later, it was slightly
chilly out now that the sun was going down. He let out a breath, fog floating
up in front of his babyface. Uraraka and Iida were already inside, he was ready
to greet them with all smiles once he opened the door to the main lobby. The
smell of popcorn assaulted Midoriya’s nose, he loved popcorn. He took a deep
breath before opening his eyes and looking around for his girlfriend of only
about three months though it already feels like three whole years. Midoriya
couldn’t help but grin when he caught sight of her brown hair and he started
towards her before creasing his brows and frowning. Next to her was Iida but
next to him was Todoroki. He had no idea he was going to be here too but then
again, this was the opening night for some superhero movie that Endeavor was
casted in. All Might didn’t have the time to make an appearance, unfortunately.
He slowed to a stop next to her, she was shorter than him but he was shorter
than both Iida and Todoroki.
 
“Hey, Deku! I’m glad you could make it!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a
gentle hug before taking his hand and leading him to the front desk where the
snacks and tickets were being sold.
 
“Haha… yeah, me too.” He laughed, his panic and nerves were evident in his
voice when he looked back to see nothing but Todoroki staring at him. He wasn’t
angry but didn’t look at all happy. In fact, Midoriya couldn’t read how he was
feeling, know what he was thinking or why he was even here. He shouldn’t
confront him with Iida and Uraraka here. Midoriya did his best to forget what
happened in the bathroom that day and turned back to Uraraka with a convincing
smile.
 
When they got their tickets, Iida offered to pay for all the tickets while
Midoriya and Todoroki paid for the snacks and Uraraka got their seats in the
movie theater. Midoriya didn’t protest, there was nothing Todoroki could do in
front of all these people, not that Midoriya would allow anything to happen if
that was the case for him. They all agreed and Izuku got a kiss on the cheek
before Uraraka took her ticket and left to find seats with Iida. Midoriya
looked down at all the options and prices, puckering his lips in thought, He
liked sour candies, Uraraka preferred the sweet stuff and he knew Iida wasn’t
too big on candies unless they were gummies. He wasn’t exactly sure about
Shouto but he could pick out his own. He stood straight, smiling and ordering
politely. Ironically, Mina worked here. Midoriya had a part time job too, he
was a tutor for literature for middle school kids. He was amazing at reading
between the lines and reading in general, he took notes like champ and analyzed
everything within minutes. He also talked really fast.
 
“Hey, Midoriya! On a date? With Ochako?” She questioned, leaning over the clear
desk with a knowing smile but he merely rolled his eyes and shook his head no.
 
“Here to see the new movie with my friends.” He cocked his head to his right
where Todoroki stood silently and he nodded, confirming Izuku’s story before he
ordered his own candies. He got chocolate and they split the overall bill. He
also got a big bucket of popcorn for everyone to share and didn’t protest when
Midoriya practically drowned it in butter.
 
“You’re gonna get chubbier if you keep eating like that.” Todoroki whispered
but instead of getting offended, he merely smiled, raising his brows. The
atmosphere thickened greatly, he added a few more squirts before handing the
bucket to Todoroki.
 
“Right, maybe.” He wasn’t gonna stop either. He wasn’t sure if now was the time
to mention what had happened in the bathroom, there was a small bruise on his
nose that he blamed on falling off his bed and onto the carpet. Maybe Midoriya
should confront him before Shouto had the nerve to do it again. “Todoroki-kun,
about… about what happened in the bathroom-” He was cut off, blushing.
 
“Uraraka invited me. She’s… she’s really nice, you know.” Of course he knew. “I
wonder how nice she’d be towards either of us after she found out about all of
that.” He wasn’t one to blackmail and Midoriya wasn’t even sure he was being
blackmailed yet. He glared at him. “Not that I’m going to tell her.” He
shrugged lightly. “I wouldn’t tell her if it happened again, either. Think
about it.” And with that, he turned on his heel, starting down the darkening
hall and towards the screen room. Was that some sort of offer?
 
It was, for sexual favors. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that, but he
knew it was neither disgust or anger. Midoriya shook his head a little. He
tried to clear his mind as he started walking, looking down at his red shoes as
he did so. He handed his ticket over and pushed passed the large door. The
credits were just ending, the movie was already about the start. He didn’t want
to miss a single second but knew that he’d wasted Iida’s money. Izuku couldn’t
possibly focus on the movie. There was no way he could not NOT think about the
offer. His stomach didn’t drop or fill with guilt when he didn’t automatically
decided to reject the offer. It wouldn’t hurt to just think about it.
 
Midoriya sat between Uraraka and Iida,handing over the candies and snacks he’d
purchased for the two. “Thanks so much, Deku! How did you know these were my
favorite?” Before Midoriya could respond, someone shushed Uraraka. Midoriya
merely smiled before facing the large screen, spacing out for half of the movie
before he felt it, Uraraka nudged his shoulder gently, looking up at Midoriya
with a tentative smile. Her lips were red with lipstick, he hadn’t noticed that
and actually wondered if there was some on his cheek after she kissed it. He
reached up to wipe his cheek and surely enough, red lipstick smeared on his
fingers. He grimaced, that was kind of embarrassing but that wasn’t the right
answer cause Uraraka saw that face and frowned, her cheeks heating up before
she looked back up towards the movie. He didn’t want to disturb anyone with
talking and let it go. So much for kissing her tonight.
 
-
 
The movie was alright, not that Midoriya really watched it at all. He sighed
when the lights gradually got brighter. The once spotless room was now riddled
with trash, food and the scent of sweat. He was ready to get outside and cool
off. He stood from his comfy seat, shooting a quick text to his mother about
how everything was going great and the movie was cool. Izuku pocketed his phone
after that and stretched. “Where to next?” Midoriya questioned, turning back to
face his friends but at the corner of the room, in the far back, something red
caught his eyes. Previously mentioned eyes almost bugged from his skull, it was
Kirishima! Kirishima and Kacchan. They didn’t seem like they even noticed the
movie was over or the lights or even the emptying theater because they were
kissing, their lips were locked together in an oddly arousing way. Midoriya
felt both sick to his stomach and flustered before slapping a hand over his
eyes and beginning to apologize lightly which made things worse. He caught
Kacchan’s attention who wasn’t at all happy having been caught in such a
vulnerable situation.
 
“Goddamnit Deku, you fucking nerd!” He screamed, stepping on the seat in front
of him and taking his usual pose for attack, one leg in front of the other and
his hands pulled back, sparks flying from them before an explosion erupted from
his palms. “What are you even doing here?” He cried angrily.
 
“Katty… man… bro, calm down.” Kirishima muttered. ‘Katty’? Midoriya raised his
brows again before taking this opportunity to turn and leave as if he hadn’t
seen a thing but Uraraka was already taking pictures.
 
“Aw, how cute! … I wish that were me.” She murmured distastefully but nobody
heard it, not even Izuku who already left to the main lobby.
 
He’d finished his candy but was still hungry. He waited a minute or two for
Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka to catch up before suggesting they go get something
to eat before departing. All agreed aside from Uraraka. “I’m sorry you guys, I
have to be home by eight, my dad said. It’s seven forty-four already…” She
trailed off. “Well, I’ll see you guys on Monday! Have fun without me!” She was
genuine as he turned and jogged off and out the door. She was out of sight
without even kissing Deku’s cheek like she usually did.
 
“Well, we owe her to have fun where she, unfortunately, cannot be! Where did
you have in mind, Midoriya?” Iida questioned, making his crazy hand gestures
every time he spoke. Midoriya frowned at Uraraka’s departure before sighing and
thinking of someplace to eat.
 
“Let’s go the food court at the mall. Should still be open until ten.” It was
an easy choice that both Iida and Todoroki agreed on.
 
“We can take my car.” That’s right, Todoroki could drive now, he’d just gotten
his license and of course he’d already had a car. His father was the number two
hero after all. It was expected from the princely boy. His life wasn’t anything
to be jealous of though, Midoriya knew that much.
 
“Really, Todoroki-Kun?” It wouldn’t be that far of a walk, it’d take twenty
minutes at most but Midoriya agreed anyway. “Sure! Let’s go!” He was starving!
He ate a lot, actually. Izuku was bouncing with excitement as the trio headed
out to Shouto’s car. It wasn’t showy or extremely expensive. It was a modest,
black car. Nothing extremely fancy about it at all and Midoriya admired that as
he got into the backseat. Iida already took the passenger’s seat…
 
The drive was short and though Todoroki seemed like the type to get angry at
loud noises, he played some pretty loud, generic music. It was a nice thing to
know about him, that he was just like any normal teen, that he still enjoyed
basic things. They all hummed along to the music before they arrived to their
destination. The mall was nearly empty but that made it better, Midoriya never
enjoyed pushing passed sweaty bodies and loud talking right in his ears.
 
They ate, their orders were all different from a healthy chicken salad for
Iida, extremely spicy noodles for Deku and melon bread for Shouto who wasn’t
all that hungry. “As class president, I find it necessary to be aware of every
student’s affairs for more convenient reasons than one. So, Midoriya, how is
your relationship with Uraraka going?” It wasn’t out of the blue at all, they’d
just been at the movies together, holding hands like any modern couple would
and he was happy to answer Iida truthfully. Neither him nor Uraraka were
experiencing problems, not yet at least. Not for awhile.
 
“It’s going great, actually. We don’t know everything about each other or any
of that kinda stuff but we’re talking a lot more than we used to.” He didn’t
mention the fact that they hadn’t kissed or went any further than holding
hands. “We try not to be all gross and lovey dovey in public, like Kacchan
and... and Kirishima. I had no idea he was, uh, like that.” How could he?
Kacchan was usually open about everything, his strength, his quirk, his goals.
Though, he’d never muttered a word about something like this, never even gave
physical signs of attractions towards anyone.
 
“I expected it.” Todoroki informed curtly, sucking the straw in his drink. It
was too warm apparently because the glass was soon encased in thin ice which
Iida scolded, mentioning the guidelines and laws regarding using your quirk
without the proper licensing or papers. “Right. Sorry.” He looked away,
obviously unapologetic as he sipped his chilling drink. “But it was obvious how
much Kirishima looked up to ‘Katty’. I have a feeling that as we socially
progress, more and more people practice sexualities aside from complete
homosexuality. I wouldn’t doubt other boys and girls in our class are the same
way.” His eyes flickered to Midoriya’s, making him shiver. He looked away,
ignoring that accusing look, that knowing look. Shit.
 
“I suppose you’re right, it’s important and admirable to be so observant. I’m
surprised, as much as Midoriya pays attention, he didn’t realize like you had.”
Iida spoke widely before standing. “I should get home.” He actually wanted to
visit his brother before he was already asleep. “It’s unprofessional to stay
out late past curfew, have a great night.” He bowed out of habit and respect
before leaving the mall. His brother hadn’t been doing so well at all and Iida
could feel his rage affecting his judgement, his mind was clouded with plans to
get revenge. He was off, his engines running smoothly.
 
Damn. Now they were actually alone, well, kinda. There was still the clerk in
the food court but he wasn’t anyone he knew and he was just on his phone,
scrolling and clicking around. “Maybe I should-uh, head home too… yeah, haha. I
should.” He was nervous again, suddenly hesitant about being firm and denying
Todoroki’s scandalous offer.
 
“I can drive you.” Another offer but it was nowhere near as challenging to
accept as the first one. This one wouldn’t make him a cheater, this offer
wouldn’t confirm his suspicions of being a not-so-straight masochist of sorts.
He sighed heavily, a simple drive home wouldn’t hurt, would it? It couldn’t, so
he agreed with a shaky smile. Midoriya tried to keep his cool but on the
inside, he was burning up, his legs were barely supporting him as he was lead
towards Todoroki’s car. He got to sit in front this time, he was even allowed
to pick the music. He had to select songs off of Todoroki’s phone which was
connected to the aux cord.
 
Midoriya’s attention was on the phone, it probably wasn’t the smartest choice
but how could anyone have expected Todoroki to drive them somewhere completely
secluded. Izuku didn’t notice his unfamiliar surroundings outside the car until
they came to a stop. He looked up, they still had to be in town, there was no
way that drive was long enough for them to have ended up in a different city.
He whipped his head around to look at Shouto with curious eyes, “This… this
isn’t my house, Todoroki-kun.” Midoriya whispered as if his classmate didn’t
know that.
 
“Great observation. I just wanted to talk.” He turned the car off before
folding his hands in his lap but he was nowhere near as nervous as Midoriya
was. What did he want to talk about all of the sudden? What was so important?
So secretive? Well, he knew why.
 
“A-about what?” He squeaked out, keeping his eyes on the windshield. Midoriya
tried to calm his nerves by distracting himself with the moon, it was bright
tonight, there were no lit-up buildings around and the stars were beautiful and
very evidently large in number. He’s heard that being away from the city, away
from lots of light made it easier to see all of the stars, every single one it
seemed and honestly, it was a nice sight. A calming moment and soon, he’d
stopped fidgeting.
 
Todoroki stared at the side of Midoriya’s chubby face and started talking
quietly. “What are you thinking about?” It was, again, a simple question with
an embarrassing answer.
 
“Me? Well… I mean, I can’t think about anything else with you always around
doing… doing weird things. The bathroom incident, that crazy offer of yours? Do
you think that’s funny? Uraraka was there, she invited you and everything and
to ask her boyfriend that-”
 
“Weren’t you the one rutting up against me during that sleepover? Did you even
plan that? I doubt it, your mom didn’t even know I was coming over.” He had a
great point and Midoriya looked away, blushing heavily, once again feeling
ashamed but begrudgingly aroused. “Yes, Uraraka invited me and she was there,
but you haven’t said no.” Todoroki was right, Izuku didn’t say no. He didn’t
give the guy any answer and what Midoriya actually appreciated was that
Todoroki wasn’t exactly pressuring him or being extremely persistent. He wasn’t
touching up on him or telling him to say yes, he wasn’t begging, or guilt
tripping him into agreeing. That made him hesitant about saying no.
 
“I...I... “ Midoriya’s voice was wavering, nearly nonexistent. His mind was
swimming, fogged up much like he did during those moments of passion when he
touched himself inappropriately. Izuku felt his eyes start to burn and water.
Why was he crying? He was extremely embarrassed.
 
“Izuku.” Todoroki whispered. “Look at me.” When Midoriya didn’t, he reached
forward to grip his chin gently. Todoroki made Izuku face him, staring into his
watery eyes. “You’re always such a crybaby.” It wasn’t an insult, it was more
of an endearing fact. Like he found that to be more cute and honest than
annoying and problematic. Midoriya sniffled lightly, not reaching up to wipe
his face or reach down to his hardening member. Dammit. “I’m not going to do
anything until you tell me I can.” Why did he have to be so charming? So damn
irresistible? He was powerful, smart, handsome, kind-hearted and ultimately the
epitome of what his dream guy was.
 
Well, if he had one. Did Todoroki count as his dream guy since he was always
the one in them? Maybe. That was something to worry later, when he wasn’t just
moments away from doing something he’d find himself regretting in the future.
Midoriya bit his lip and looked down, he tried to but Shouto pushed his chin up
again, keeping eye contact. How was he so calm? So knowing? Todoroki held his
gaze for a few moments before Midoriya gave in, he couldn’t deny what was going
on with his body and certainly didn’t want to go through this whole thing by
himself. Todoroki knew at least a fraction of the shit Midoriya was into.
Midoriya recalled the way Iida praised the way Todoroki examined and noticed
things.
 
Midoriya nodded, just barely, only a little but Todoroki was close enough to
have seen it and when he did, his eyes trailed down Midoriya’s tense body. He
couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, his body betrayed him. His first kiss was
meant for Uraraka, it belonged to Uraraka but Todoroki was stealing it. No,
Midoriya practically handed it over to him when he closed his eyes and puckered
his trembling lips when Shouto leaned in. Midoriya wasn’t good at kissing
whatsoever, it was actually kind of messy and awkward. He couldn’t feel anymore
flustered.
 
Todoroki made up for it, he saved the kiss. It wasn’t half bad and Midoriya was
left breathless. “What… What does this even mean?” Was this the start of an
affair? Midoriya’s voice was weak and full of uncertainty. He didn’t want to
end it with Uraraka and wasn’t sure if he even had ‘romantic’ feelings for
Shouto, so far, it was just sexual attraction. The best choice. Uraraka wasn’t
the type to inflict pain on Midoriya and he knew that. But Uraraka was so
sweet, so kind and thoughtful. He couldn’t hurt her, he didn’t have the guts to
dump her or even tell her the truth. Ignorance was bliss. What she didn’t know
wouldn’t hurt her. Izuku knew he was cheating her out but any invalid excuse he
didn’t care about beforehand became the only source of comfort for him right
now, aside from the chilling lips on his neck.
 
He felt Todoroki’s hands all over him, feeling him up in such a lewd, almost
hostile way but instead of being afraid, he found it enjoyable. Midoriya didn’t
plan on giving his first kiss away and losing his virginity, even in the gay
way, all in one night. He didn’t think Todoroki planned that either, he didn’t
move to take his or his own clothes off. He even leaned back in his own seat,
eyeing Midoriya with that same unreadable expression. “You’re hesitant.
Midoriya, tell me the truth. Do you really want this? Want me?” It was a good
question.
 
Midoriya did want him, the question that should’ve been asked was whether he
was sure about having a secret relationship with a male behind his beloved
girlfriend’s back. He wanted to consider the pros and cons. The possibilities.
He’d be cheating but he wouldn’t embarrass himself with admitting to Uraraka
his newfound kink. It’d feel good for him but if Uraraka found out, she’d be
hurt. Maybe if he agreed, he’d get this whole thing out of his system, get
scared, go too far and never want to do it again, like learning the hard way.
His morals though, they were screaming at him to say no, to stop, but he pushed
them to the back of his mind as he shut his mouth and gave Todoroki the most
determined face he could. “Yes, I do.” He answered, he was positive now. This
was what he wanted, what he absolutely needed and he was sure this would be
fine as long as Uraraka never found out. She wouldn’t, he’d make damn sure of
that.
 
For a split second, the edge of Todoroki’s lip curved up into a tiny smile
before it was gone almost as quick as it came. “That’s what I like to hear.” He
reached forward, resting his hand on Midoriya’s red cheek. His hand was
extremely warm but not enough to burn or cause any type of damage at all. Izuku
found himself pushing into his touch, almost submitting to him completely. It
was some sort of second, unspoken agreement. Yes, he felt guilty, but this was
the beginning of a new chapter in his life. He’d just have to learn not to
think about her and that started with thinking about Todoroki and only
Todoroki. Only when she wasn’t around. It was allowed, right? He didn’t care.
 
Todoroki leaned forward again, giving him another kiss. This one was softer,
this one disappointed Midoriya. This was the kind of kiss lovers shared and he
turned his face away. “Can I go home now?” He questioned, twiddling his thumbs
in his lap. “My mom is probably worried about me. I should get home.” Shouto
should to, what would happen if they were seen out here being a little too
friendly with each other in a car in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere?
That’d certainly do a number on Endeavor’s and Todoroki’s reputation whether it
was positive or negative but even if it was positive, Uraraka would surely find
out.
 
He shook his head, he wouldn’t think about her when he was with Shouto and vice
versa when with Ochako. It only seemed fair. Todoroki couldn’t help but smile
again, unlike Midoriya, he had a few plans for where this could go, what he
could do with Izuku under his ‘control’. He knew the boy melted like chocolate
when he was around and that wasn’t thanks to his fire quirk. Unlike Midoriya,
he felt something just a little stronger than sexual attraction. “Yeah, but I
still have some stuff I want to talk about with you.” He wasn’t sure if texting
was the safe way to communicate about things like this. Midoriya nodded
lightly, actually initiating the kiss this time. He didn’t give Todoroki the
same tender kiss he’d gotten, it was obviously a little more desperate, there
was want and need in this terribly sloppy kiss of his.
 
-
 
Midoriya waved goodbye to Todoroki as he headed up to the front steps of his
home. It was just reaching ten past nine when Midoriya stepped into his house,
shut the door behind him and snuck passed his mother who’d fallen asleep on the
couch. He draped a blanket over her before kissing her forehead and quietly
entering his bedroom. Izuku shucked his pants off, shaking his right leg to get
them off before jumping onto his bed and rolling onto his back. His calloused
hand reached down into his boxer shorts. He was gonna masturbate, again. He
wondered if this was going to be one of the last times he did this sort of
thing, if Todoroki was going to take responsibility and start getting rid of
these common erections.
 
He left the TV on for his mother and wasn’t worried about being heard. Those
kisses. His first kisses were like small doses of the most addictive drugs
known to man. Midoriya craved more, his lips itched for more kisses, for
anything. The teen used his free hand for his mouth, sucking on his own fingers
while he masturbated. He kept his voice low, his eyes closed, his knees were
together on their own. It was like that kiss activated something inside of him,
him touching himself felt much better than it ever had. It was powerful, it was
amazing, the pleasure sent waves through him before he even climaxed. He felt
Todoroki’s lips against his own, his hands on his hot body, the feel of his
warm touch against his face and he knew that as time passed, the fear, guilt,
and shame would fade and the pleasure would intensify. He was so close,
grinding up against his hand before his phone buzzed. A text message, it could
wait but he couldn’t. Midoriya panted lightly, his hair was slicked with sweat
and stuck to his forehead, he’d definitely need a shower after this. After he
came. With a few more desperate jerks of his wrist, he let loose in his boxers,
his jaw was clenched and his boxers were soiled. His toes curled, his back
arched and he flopped back down on the bed.
 
Izuku sat up, reaching for his phone nonchalantly and finally checking his text
messages. He expected a text from Todoroki, maybe he’d send rules, questions,
concerns, anything but what he saw made his stomach drop.
 
‘Ura-san’: “I had fun tonight Deku, See you Monday! <3’
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Midoriya wasn’t sure what to expect being in a secret, sexual relationship with
Todoroki-kun. He wasn’t quite interested in the hand holding or the
affectionate lip kissing. He wasn’t into being coddled or catered to like he
was with Uraraka. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he thought about
those type of things happening in his ‘relationship’ with Shouto. He twiddled
his thumbs in his lap, sitting in front of his computer in his comfy chair as
he thought quietly. It was Saturday afternoon, it was nice outside and on any
other normal day, he’d be out there practicing his quirk, working on handling
it better than he could now.
 
But he wasn’t. Midoriya was staring at his phone, waiting for a text back from
Todoroki. He was never good at flirting and wasn’t sure if he even had to.
Sure, he wanted to be appealing. Izuku wanted Shouto to know what he wanted but
was unsure of how to get that across without sounding, well, stupid. He’d sound
idiotic. Midoriya was too embarrassed for something like that anyway. He
couldn’t just up and tell him ‘Hey! Come tie me up and slap me in the face!’.
 
The thought made Midoriya blush as he sunk down into his seat. He knew this
would be full of first hand embarrassment and shaky nerves but it was way over
the top and he wasn’t even face to face with the guy. He shook his head a
little just as his phone buzzed on his desk. He reached over hurriedly to hold
it up in front of his baby face. Midoriya read over the text a few times before
tossing his phone away and rubbing his face. It was such a simple question.
‘Are you a masochist?’ He hadn’t said the word aloud or heard anyone say it but
he was tired of it already. Izuku was just tired of the blushing and the
nervousness and the whole being unsure of himself. He needed courage, he knew
that. Midoriya needed to grow some balls, say what he needed to say and get his
message through. With everything his kinda short body could muster, he lifted
his phone to peek at the screen and started typing. It took him ten minutes to
conduct a message that pleased him.
 
‘No, well, yeah I guess I kind of am but I don’t know I’ve never done something
like this before and I don’t know how it really feels so I wouldn’t really
quite call myself a masochist, that’s kind of extreme if you personally ask me
but I guess I am a little bit because I dream about it here and there which is
actually a lot so maybe fifty-fifty but I’m not sure if you’re a masochist
unless you actually try it like how you’re not a pilot until you fly but there
is absolutely no correlation between those two.’ Yeah, maybe he should shorten
that a bit. He moved his thumb up to push the backspace button but his luck
seemed to be running out and karma made an appearance. He pushed send.
 
“Damn!” He cried, slumping and slamming his face down on his desktop. “Kill me
now…” He pleaded to himself, waiting for Todoroki to dump him then and there.
 
That made many more questions arise. Shouto wasn’t really his ‘boyfriend’ so to
speak, they didn’t make that official. Not that they should but it’d be
important to address what this meant between each other. If a man cheated with
a woman, she was his mistress, right? Did this make Shouto his mister? No, that
would be related to ma’am, not mistress. Master seemed kind of dirty and made
Midoriya cringe but no more so than ‘Daddy’. Daddy made him shiver. He didn’t
know his own father and wondered if that could be considered daddy issues.
Todoroki had daddy issues, he couldn’t imagine him being into the whole daddy
thing. He didn’t want to ask.
 
‘You can calm down now. It’d be best if this matter was discussed face to face.
I’ll be arriving in twenty minutes, be ready.’ Midoriya stood, tossing his
phone away and pacing around his room.
 
There seemed to be no stopping him, not that Midoriya wanted him to stay away.
He had no plans today anyway, aside from fantasizing about things he had come
to finally accept. Hot. Though, if he managed his time maturely, he’d have time
to dress and clean his room. Maybe he could sneak in a quick shower and think
over things to talk about. Things to go over and finalize. Midoriya paced and
muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused and his hand under his chin as he
thought and thought before five minutes passed. He could probably pleasure
himself in the last fifteen minutes he had. It wasn’t the best time waster of
course but it would be nice nonetheless. He wouldn’t be more than five minutes,
Midoriya thought as he crawled onto his bed. His room wasn’t that messy anyway
and he’d taken a shower yesterday. He’d be fine, for sure. His judgement was
swayed by lust.
 
Midoriya had stared up at that ceiling way more times than he probably should
from nights where he couldn’t sleep because he was overthinking to simply
masturbating. He masturbated a lot. He was masturbating now. Midoriya pursed
his lips as he reached down into his boxers, the only article of clothing he
had on right now. Not something he should be wearing when his guest arrived.
 
Midoriya let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and relaxing into the mattress.
It’d be nice and quick. His imagination ran wild when he started stroking, his
knees felt weak and his lip ached between his white teeth. Behind his eyes, he
saw Todoroki’s face up close to his own, his hand replacing Midoriya’s. Shouto
was taking a bit of control, he was taking all of the control as he stroked
Midoriya off.
 
God, why did he have to be so weird? So passionate about what he was doing, HOW
he was doing it? Why did he have to be so dirty? So gross to actually get off
to a fellow classmate who nearly obliterated you in the festival? The pleasure
was far too overwhelming, making his toes curl and his brows crease. It made
him arch his back and whimper so pathetically helpless when he couldn’t be
farther from that. Before he knew it, time passed him by. His normally pale
skin was a dark shade of red as he twisted and turned, wriggled and squirmed,
messing his bed up more. His free hand reached up to tug his own green hair
gently.
 
His mouth hung open, saliva dripped down his left cheek and his breath was
extremely hot coming out. “Midoriya.” He heard Todoroki say. Izuku never
imagined Todoroki talking in his dreams, never really imagined much dialogue in
the first place but it was nice to hear anyway. His wrist jerked a little
faster when he heard his voice, his member had always been so sensitive. He
felt every pump wash over him like waves, every squeeze run through him like
electricity.
 
“Todoroki…” He whispered, opening his eyes and choking on the spit in his mouth
before rolling over onto the floor with his blanket in his hand trying to cover
up. “Jesus Christ!” He screamed, his voice cracking as he sat up to stare at
Todoroki’s stoic face and the phone he was holding up. Midoriya wasn’t sure
which part he was more horrified to see. “Wh- Stop!” Midoriya cried, already
feeling frustrated tears poking at his eyes. He covered his face with the
blankets as he sniffled but instead of laughing or making fun of the poor boy,
Todoroki knelt down next to him, pulling the blankets from his face.
 
“Stop crying, I’m not going to do anything.” Shouto whispered, gripping Izuku’s
cheek much like hed had the night before. “I assumed I was supposed to see
that. It’s my bad.” It really wasn’t, Midoriya should’ve known something would
go wrong. He was irresponsible and fooled himself into having more time than he
really did but he didn’t say that. Midoriya forced himself to look up to
Todoroki with slightly teary eyes before sighing lightly. “Do you want to
finish?” Midoriya thought for a moment before shrugging and nodding like a
child. Todoroki didn’t like that.
 
The son of fucking Endeavor stroked Midoriya’s cheek gently, hopefully calming
him down before slapping it. It wasn’t too hard but it was enough to leave a
little red mark on his cheek and a stunned expression on his face overall. “Do
you want to finish?” He asked once again with a firmer attitude. “Answer me.”
He demanded under his breath, holding Izuku’s chin and forcing him to face him.
He leaned in, pushing his chilled lips against Midorioya’s. He shuddered. It
was just one peck but his lips felt fuzzy. Todoroki kissed him again, a few
times over, more force behind each one before Izuku’s lips were a satisfying
red color. They had been second long kisses but still left him feeling a little
woozy, a little off.
 
“Yes, okay, I do.” Midoriya whined, creasing his brows and turning his head
away as his nose dusted over with red. He hadn’t realized he was panting and
breathless before he felt Todoroki’s cold as fucking shit hand against his
sensitive left nipple. Not to say his left was more sensitive than his right,
of course. That would be silly.
 
Midoriya yelped, pushing his hand away for a split second but it was right back
where it was before. “What are you- Mh..” He trailed off, gripping Todoroki’s
wrist weakly but not pushing it away. He refused to look at him. He was
probably smiling down at him with a cocky attitude. It was so… so embarrassing.
His bottom lip popped out in a pout. He wanted to finish, he’d been so close.
He heard the click of a camera, he saw the flash, he knew there were pictures
being taken of him but he didn’t protest like he had before.
 
It was no secret that Todoroki was strong even without his amazing quirk, so it
was no surprise to Midoriya when he was easily lifted and dropped back onto the
bed. He wasn’t ready for sex, not yet. Midoriya was sure he wasn’t prepared for
something like that but he also wasn’t prepared to get slapped in the face
again, dammit.
 
It had been the perfect diversion for Shouto to very easily slip his hot hand
down Midoriya’s boxer shorts. Izuku almost fainted at the heat, it wasn’t hot
enough to actually burn but it hurt. It hurt so much but he’d experienced
worse.
 
Midoriya bucked his hips up against Todoroki’s left hand. His quirk had so many
uses and here he was using them to torture Midoriya. This was only the tip of
the iceberg. “Sit still.” Midoriya heard. “Smile for me.” He heard. This was
mild but new stuff for him, it’d take getting used to, it’d be slow progress
but after less than a day, he was already being jerked off. It was more than
he’d ever imagined doing with his girlfriend. When he thought about it, nothing
changed. It came and went and before long, the thought was long gone when his
eyes rolled back.
 
-
 
Midoriya felt fresh, clean and modest after he showered and dressed. That
shouldn’t have happened but he had no complaints about it. Todoroki was kind
enough to wait for him in his room, even clean up a little. Midoriya was a
terrible host. He wasn’t sure how to mention the whole picture taking but he,
as odd as it sounded, couldn’t bring himself to be mad about them. It was
illegal, sure, but he hoped neither had the intention of telling anyone about
them. He took a seat on his computer chair, facing Todoroki with a determined
expression. Midoriya’s lips were straight, his brows furrowed but his face
overall didn’t measure up to Shouto’s blank one. “What did you want to talk
about?” He asked nonchalantly, making it as casual as possible. Maybe it’d be
less awkward.
 
“Let’s talk about you. This is about you, after all. Right?” That was correct.
This was about Midoriya discovering himself and his weird body. “Are you more
comfortable with me asking yes or no questions or you just telling me what
you’re wanting from me?” Why did he have to be so fucking charming? So knowing
and patient with him? How could he have possibly known how embarrassed Midoriya
was?
 
It was actually extremely obvious. Izuku played with the strings of his hoodie
as he shrugged and nodded. “Both.” He murmured, trying not to somehow make a
fool of himself. “Questions are good for now. Ask anything.” He gave him free
reign, he had to know what to do if he was gonna be able to do it. Todoroki
nodded, folding his hands in his lap. Midoriya realized that Todoroki hadn’t
gotten off during that encounter, unsure if he even needed to. Izuku wanted
self-control like that.
 
“Do you like handcuffs?” Question number one.
 
“Yes.” He answered truthfully, that wasn’t too bad.
 
“Do you like spanking?”
 
“... Yes.” His voice was a little quieter. He hadn’t exactly been spanked but
it was something he’d maybe think about trying. It wasn’t a guarantee. He was
overall obedient.
 
“What about blindfolds?” He leaned forward, his elbows were on his knees and
his hands clasped together as he waited for an answer from the slumping teen.
Midoriya finally broke eye contact, looking anywhere else.
 
“Yeah… yes, those too. Those I like. They’re good.” He admitted, blinking a few
times more.
 
“Would you feel better writing down the things you like?” Todoroki asked,
resting a hand on Izuku’s knee. Just how much experience did Todoroki have? How
many times has he done this? How much research did he conduct? Midoriya shook
his head no, part of this whole thing was getting used to and comfortable with
this type of talk. “Next question then. Do you plan on being tied up during
this arrangement?”
 
“Yuh.” His confirmation was muffled by the hoodie he wore, he’d pulled it up
over his face but it didn’t last long. Todoroki pulled it down, exposing his
face. He was so fucking close, just inches away. He slapped his face, again.
Midoriya yelped, cupping his red cheek as he stared into Shouto’s beautiful
eyes.
 
“Look at me when you talk.” He ordered gently. “Do you like it when I slap you
like that?” He himself was pretty unsure of what to do and what not to do, that
was the point of this entire meeting. To go over do’s and don’t’s, rules and
regulations. He was relieved when Midoriya nodded, hand still on his stinging
cheek. “Okay, good. It doesn’t have to be awkward. Just relax, alright?” He
comforted, rubbing Midoriya’s thigh gently. “I’ll keep going with the
questions.”
 
“Okay, thank you Todoroki-kun.” Now his cheeks weren’t just red from the slap.
He was so damn nice, it made him feel much more relaxed around him.
 
“It’s okay.” It really was fine, in fact, he expected this. Midoriya was
nervous talking to the opposite gender, so it comes to no shock when he’s
practically dying at a situation like this. “How far are you planning to go in
this relationship? As in sex.” It wasn’t a yes or no question but Midoriya
could answer, he was sure he could. He shrugged anyway. He’d just had his first
kiss the night before, how do two guys even have sex in the first place? Should
he wait to have sex with Uraraka? Would she want to have sex with him? Maybe if
he had the experience, it’d be better for both of them.
 
“You took my first- my first kiss. You know that, right?” He’d done nothing
before last night. If Shouto had known it was his first kiss, he wouldn’t have
went in for it but Izuku didn’t seem to mind that anymore. “But… yeah, whatever
there is, I’ll do it. I’m okay with it.” It didn’t mean anything anyway and
Todoroki knew that, and it burned his chest.
 
“Alright, just making sure.” Todoroki whispered, sitting back down on the bed
and staring down at Midoriya who stared back. His cheeks were rosy, his lips
were slightly swollen and his hands were still fidgety.
 
“I’ll ask some questions too. It’s only fair.” Midoriya spoke with his hand up
against his lips. He was mumbling again but Todoroki understood him perfectly.
He nodded. “Okay… well. Would you consider using your quirk on me?” He already
did but he wanted to make sure that type of treatment was consistent. He’d only
gotten a small taste of it and felt as though crack was flowing through his
bloodstream or something. Something you’d get addicted to real damn quick.
Todoroki nodded.
 
“Okay, next question. Do you have any likes or dislikes I should know about?”
 
The questioning went on for about half an hour before Shouto had the amazing
idea to get comfortable with one another and learn not to be so nervous.
Midoriya thought it to be a good plan and laid face up next to Todoroki, the
blankets were underneath them and they were still fully clothed. Nothing had
happened yet aside from laying comfortably and talking about completely
unrelated topics. They spoke about school, heroes, goals in their lives and
even about Fuyumi, Shout’s older sister. “Strawberries?” Midoriya questioned,
looking up at Todoroki who had propped himself up on his elbow. He nodded.
 
“She loves them but she’s allergic to them, so she has to drink NyQuil
afterwards for some reason. Just straight cough medicine.” He informed, playing
with Midoriya’s wild, green hair. He tugged it lightly between his thumb and
index finger. The younger of the two didn’t seem to mind or even notice as he
smiled understandingly at the random fact.
 
“Strawberries are just worth it, I guess.” He murmured, closing his eyes.
Midoriya looked a little less peaceful than Todoroki when he was relaxed. He
had faint bags under his eyes and his nose twitched here and there. “Kiss me.”
Midoriya whispered, puckering his lips just a little. Todoroki did, he leaned
in slowly until their lips touched. His were so damn soft, so warm and
welcoming while Izuku’s were slightly chapped and rough.
 
“I need to teach you how to kiss.” Midoriya couldn’t help but crack a smile.
 
“Go ahead.” He allowed and melted when Shouto used his own lips to push
Midoriya’s open. The kiss was terrible at first as Midoriya blindly licked at
Todoroki’s tongue but after a few minutes of sheer inner panic, it started to
get better, more and more bearable. Kissing wasn’t rocket science or quantum
physics. It came naturally. Izuku reached up behind Todoroki and tangles his
scarred fingers into his hair, rubbing his head soothingly and pushing it down
so the kiss had more backbone, more force.
 
It wasn’t Todoroki’s first choice but if he could kiss Midoriya at all, it was
worth it. Even if the feelings weren’t mutual.
 
The kissing went on for fifteen minutes with few second intervals for Todoroki
to take a breath and Midoriya to wipe the saliva from his chin. Messy. Messy.
Messy. Forget about the light bruising from before, Midoriya’s lips were a
faint purple but it didn’t stop there, not that there were any complaints.
Todoroki wanted just as much as Midoriya, so he allowed Shouto to kiss his
sensitive neck. He allowed his hands to rub his sides and his hips and even his
thighs from time to time.
 
The next hour was spent in heavy, shameless passion but nothing revolutionary
occurred. Midoriya was still a virgin, still kind of a loser and still whisked
away by Todoroki’s undeniable charm. The way his hands moved and worked almost
professionally, how his sweet lips moved across Midoriya’s skin. Midoriya had
fallen asleep after Todoroki had simply rubbed him over the edge with his knee
but he didn’t mind. It was okay. This was fine, cause now Todoroki can kiss
Midoriya gently. His soft cheeks. Hiis cute lips. His little ears, his
forehead, his button nose and chin. He was head over heels for the last person
he’d ever have a genuine chance of being with romantically, completely. Where
he didn’t have to share, where he didn’t have to worry about it all ending
after the fun had just started.
 
He imagined a day when he could hold Midoriya’s hand in public and have him sit
in his lap during lunch even if Iida drilled on and on about the disrespect in
PDA. It would be worth it, just like the strawberries. He couldn’t have it but
the sting of Midoriya’s lack of mutual love was bearable and worth it if he
could have moments like this. Where he was the one spending this time with
Midoriya, where he was the one who put him asleep by the means of intimacy,
where he was the one Midoriya looked to for sexual relief. “Sweet dreams.” He
whispered, cupping the cheek he’d slapped. “Deku.”
 
-
 
Monday was slow and quiet, the students were tired, the city was groggy and
people functioned slowly. The beginning of the week was always so rough on
people. It was rough on everyone except for Midoriya, Mondays never brought him
down. He had the luxury to wake up and get ready to go to the best school
available for heroes. He had the privilege to call himself a hero from U.A. and
he’d, for sure, call himself that as many times as he could.
 
Midoriya gripped the straps of his yellow backpack as he boarded the bus to his
school. His hand was latched to the hanging handles as he stood. He stared out
the window, excited to see his friends, to see Aizawa, All Might and most of
all, Uraraka.
 
He hadn’t talked to her all weekend after Friday and was vibrating in place to
see her, to hug her again and feel her soft lips against his fat cheeks. He was
smiling dopily, how had he managed to find love with someone like Uraraka? As
sweet, as caring as kind and considerate. As cute and powerful. As sexually
unappealing as Uraraka? He was truly lucky. He’d fight for this relationship
head-on.
 
He jumped up off the bus as soon as it arrived, he was one of the last to make
it to class but was usually on time despite. Izuku hurried up the many stairs
but his legs never ached, he pushed open the large door but he never felt
intimidated by it. “There you are, Deku!” Uraraka was the first to announce his
presence which was followed by a hug that was far too friendly to be considered
child appropriate. He kissed her, smack on the lips. He wasn’t used to kissing
people, of course he wasn’t. It just felt right to kiss her, it wasn’t the best
place or the best time. For a split second, he forgot that was her first kiss.
Overall though, it was THEIR first kiss and it had been wasted in class, in
front of everyone.
 
Uraraka was surprised to say the least but merely grinned, her glossy pink lips
touched his again but just for a second. Wow! They were so soft and tasted like
peaches. Uraraka, overall, was the polar opposite of Todoroki. She smelled
sweet, felt so soft, and had a friendly aura while Todoroki smelled like faint
smoke, had a taller, manlier body than Midoriya and he was always so
intimidating. Uraraka didn’t mention the first kiss they shared.
 
She grabbed Izuku’s hand and to lead him deeper into the classroom. “PDA is
prohibited on school grounds!” Iida cried, making his very over-exaggerated
hand gestures. His hands always seemed to move when he talked and usually when
they were flattened, like karate chops.
 
“Oops! I’m sorry, Iida! Won’t happen again.” She laughed, rubbing the back of
her head and turning to Izuku. “Right?” She questioned, giving his left hand a
squeeze. Midoriya smiled and nodded, squeezing hers back. He felt heat crawling
up his back.
 
-
 
“You really think this will help?” Midoriya questioned, sitting on his bed
alongside Todoroki. His phone was propped up on a pillow, the screen displayed
something he didn’t want in his search history.
 
Todoroki nodded. “It doesn’t seem like you know much about your own...kinks. So
hopefully, this explains them a little more, helps you get comfortable with it.
It might almost make you relax. You’re not weird for liking this type of thing.
You’re one of many.” But he was still very special, very unique. Anyone would
be crazy not to have a crush on Midoriya Izuku. “Even for you, you’re a little
too stiff.”
 
Midoriya let out a breath through his lips, hugging a pillow against his chest
and nodding curtly. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. Okay, I’m ready. Push play.” He
spoke despite closing one eye and peeking through the spaces of his fingers.
 
“You’re already scared of it and it hasn’t started.” Shouto whispered, scooting
back and behind Izuku before resting his own hands on Midoriya’s tense
shoulders. He squeezed them gently, kneading them slowly and hopefully calming
the boy down.
 
“I’m not scared! I am not… I’m not scared of this.” Midoriya tried to convince
even himself as he melted into Todoroki’s touch and leaned back against his
toned chest and pushing play on his phone. The video wasn’t all that graphic
but it was enough to make Izuku’s stomach churn with definitions. “I don’t like
the knife play, that’s too much.” Midoriya murmured, grimacing at the screen.
“I can do that.” He whispered, referring to the flogging. “Is it weir-”
 
“If you’re asking if it’s weird, it isn’t. I really don’t mind helping you with
this stuff.” Todoroki cut him off, making Midoriya lean his heads back to make
eye contact with him before they both smiled.
 
“Okay, thank you.” His reply was short and sweet before he puckered those
fucking lips of his that always made Todoroki sweat under his clothes. He
kissed them. He kept kissing him, using tongue and swapping saliva. Once he got
passed the faint taste of peach on his lips, he managed to enjoy it. Uraraka
hadn’t gotten passed those lips like he has, more times than he could count in
just three days. After the kiss, all traces of Uraraka were replaced by the
chilling taste of mint from Todoroki’s delicious lips.
 
“Keep watching the video.” Shouto whispered, letting Midoriya relax back where
he was before they shared the kiss and focusing on the video as Todoroki
massaged his shoulders, releasing the tension little by little before the video
was finally over after a whole ten minutes.
 
Midoriya slumped over and fell on his side, rolling onto his back and rubbing
his eyes as his phone went to sleep and the screen darkened. “When are we
actually going to start?” Start what? How does something like this even begin?
Before he was able to actually question it, Todoroki lifted Midoriya’s shirt.
His cold, right hand flattened against his abdomen. He massaged Izuku’s soft,
relaxed belly lightly and leaned down to kiss it. He kissed his defined
muscles, his belly button, the very, very small amount of hair trailing down
and disappearing into his uniform pants. Midoriya couldn’t grow hair on his
face and could barely grow any anywhere else on his body but Todoroki didn’t
seem to mind.
 
He felt teeth against his skin, up his chest. He felt Todoroki bite his
collarbone, he let out a shaky breath before inhaling sharply. Baby steps. It
was nothing extreme yet but the kissing was heated, the biting was exhilarating
and the grinding was mind boggling. Midoriya didn’t realize until now that
Shouto had made himself nice and comfortable between his legs, pushing his hips
down against Midoriya’s and moving their crotches together. The friction alone
was enough to make Midoriya buck his hips up but it was no match against
Todoroki’s dominance. “O-ow…” He whimpered when one of Todoroki’s bites broke
the skin and drew a bit of blood but before Shouto could question it, Midoriya
wrapped his arms around his neck, keeping him close. He sensed his concern.
 
“Wait, keep going. I-I’m fine.” He whispered, not even thinking about the marks
that’d be left on his pale skin but it didn’t seem like Shouto thought about
that either. Maybe he just didn’t care. Maybe he liked leaving marks like that,
hickey’s and ‘love’ bites. Todoroki nodded against Midoriya’s neck and kept
going, biting and licking at the marks he left.
 
This was nice, this was just a taste of what he’d imagined, the things he was
looking for in a partner but it was ashamed he needed two of them, if Todoroki
even considered himself a ‘lover’ of Midoriya’s. He wanted to. He gripped the
younger of the two in the most intimate places, his mouth never slowed, he was
always so good at multitasking. Todoroki reached down to undo Izuku’s pants and
pull them down so he was left in his boxers and under shirt. He was so damn
cute, so beautiful with his eyes half lidded and mouth hung open. His neck was
covered in red marks and more were forming and showing up.
 
Midoriya pushing his knees together, hiding himself from Todoroki as if the
icey hot bastard hadn’t seen him in his boxers already. “Todoroki? Why are you
so… so calm?” Izuku questioned. “Have you done this before?” He asked, his
breath hot and heavy. Todoroki shook his head. He hadn’t. That was surprising
but then again, that question wasn’t very specific. Had he never done the whole
agreement thing? Had he never gotten a guy off like that? Had he never assisted
someone in self-discovery? He was far too shy to question him further.
 
“I’m nervous too, you know.” He murmured. That ultimately made Midoriya feel a
little better, a little more relaxed about this whole thing because he wasn’t
the only one. He wasn’t alone with feeling shy, if that was even the right
word.
 
“You’re a natural. You’re good at… at everything it seems.” Todoroki-kun was
amazing when it came to fighting, spectacular at cooking, had an impressive
quirk he could control and was over all amazing at being the type of person
others wanted to be around.
 
Todoroki shrugged a little, letting a small smile playing at his lips and
resting his hands on Midoriya’s knees, pushing them apart. He stared down at
the bulge in Midoriya’s pants. The tip was soaked with what looked to be precum
but Todoroki didn’t mind. He scooted back and leaned over, coming face to face
with the damned thing. “D-don’t stare… you’ll scare it away.” Todoroki laughed.
It wasn’t a joke.
 
Midoriya closed his legs again, his brows creased. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. The
way you worded it was funny and unfair, you can’t expect me not to laugh.”
todoroki defended himself quickly, spreading Midoriya’s legs apart again.
 
“It wasn’t that funny, that’s like laughing at a fart joke.” Ironically,
Midoriya couldn’t help but laugh as well, his was much more giddy like rather
than the simple, heavy sigh through Todoroki’s nose when he smiled. “Nevermind!
Keep going, please.” Midoriya requested, the laughing helped thin the tension
considerably.
 
Todoroki nodded with a small smile and licked the fabric confining Midoriya’s
hard member, making the teen shiver. He’d obvioiusly never received oral sex,
much less given it but as time passed, he would. He will have lost his
virginity completely when the time came. Todoroki’s tongue was gentle against
the underside of his member, lapping at the tip. He used his hands to keep
Midoriya’s hips still, the last thing he needed was to laugh because he got
slapped in the face by Midoriya’s member. He pinched his hips as he kissed his
clothed boner. The teasing was absolutely unbearable and Midoriya couldn’t sit
still more than a few moments of that and reached down to pull the waistband of
his boxers down.
 
Todoroki slapped his hands away before slapping the his left thigh with more
force than he’d used on his face. “Quit it.” His voice was quiet but firm as he
warned Midoriya, he’d go his own pace and do as much teasing as he saw fit. It
was apart of their agreement anyway, this was what he was supposed to do and he
had nothing to complain about. Midoriya yelped at the slap, turning his head to
get a look at the red mark. His body was already flushing red but it stood out
like a sore thumb. He didn’t reach down again.
 
Todoroki stared down at Midoriya’s naked member. He analyzed his behaviour, he
was most definitely a virgin and more likely than not he’d never received oral
sex, but in the heat of the moment, that fact didn’t seem to matter. If it felt
good, Midoriya’s mind seemed to go completely blank. He wondered what he could
do to use that as an advantage of some sort and decided to think about that
later. He wondered how far Midoriya would go for an orgasm.
 
Izuku’s cock tasted better than he’d expected. He’d heard tales about guys with
sweaty balls and members they didn’t bother to clean thoroughly but even
Midoriya’s foreskin was nice and clean. Todoroki didn’t find it at all
surprising that Midoriya took personal hygiene seriously. He was happy to find
a like-minded person.
 
The taste overall, warm flesh, made Todoroki’s tongue tingle and his mouth
water. He couldn’t help himself, it was amazing. Midoriya was amazing, his
personality was amazing, his body was amazing, he was just so amazing. Todoroki
licked and sucked and stroked and spat on Midoriya’s flushed member, pushing
his thumb down against the tip. He didn’t want Izuku to come just yet, he
wasn’t ready, he was enjoying himself.
 
This whole arrangement was for Midoriya and his sick, twisted kinks but that
didn’t mean Todoroki couldn’t be just as selfish. Midoriya wasn’t holding out
too well. He couldn’t keep still, he couldn’t keep quiet and the only word he
seemed to remember was Todoroki’s name. He liked the sound, the way his name
just rolled off that tongue and passed those perfect lips. It was mesmerizing.
 
Shouto grinned, squeezing Midoriya’s member a little tighter than he should.
His hand started heating up as he stroked him in quick little jerks of his
wrist. Todoroki wrapped his lips around the tip, waiting for the expected and
had half a mind to swallow when Izuku bucked his hips up, gripped the sheets
let out a strangled moan. His mouth was filled up with more than he expected to
come out but that wasn’t a problem, this was fine. He didn’t mind. The taste
wasn’t as bitter as it should’ve. Midoriya ate a lot of fruits when he could,
preferring them over vegetables.
 
Midoriya did his best to relax but his eyes were shut and his body was tense
and stiff after that orgasm wrecked the fuck out of him, leaving him a
shuddering mess on his own bed. He couldn’t think straight, he could barely
think at at all but he felt Todoroki’s lips against his own and knew everything
would be fine and he’d be taken care of.
 
He thought so at least, before his own cum was forced into his mouth from
Todoroki’s. He almost gagged around it but Todoroki slapped a hand over his
mouth, glaring down at him. “Swallow it.” Those directions were simple, all he
had to do was swallow but knowing what it was, the taste mixed with Todoroki’s
spit, he just couldn’t. Todoroki’s face was inches away from Midoriya’s their
nose were just barely touching and when Midoriya didn’t swallow right away,
Todoroki slapped his thigh in the same place as he had before. Midoriya’s
breathing quickened, he stared back, his hips wiggling away from the hand that
continued to slap his thigh. Todoroki slapped it once more with heat this time,
burning the spot a little before there was a burn mark and Midoriya finally
swallowed his own seed.
 
When Shouto moved his hand, Izuku took a deep breath, sitting up and coughing,
wiping his mouth clean of any traces. That was mean, that was gross, that was
unsanitary but he had no complaints as he rubbed the spot on his thigh gently.
Midoriya sniffled, watching Todoroki use his right to soothe the burn. “Sorry.”
He whispered, staring down at the mark and waiting for a response. Midoriya
shook his head.
 
“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” He liked it. Letting go of his worries and being
told what to do was rather comforting if anything. Once the burn on his thigh
was a bearable, light sting, he bit his lip, looking down at the front of
Todoroki’s jeans. “Do you want me to do the same?” He asked cautiously. It
wouldn’t be the same, he knew that. Unlike Todoroki, he had no experience. He
actually wasn’t sure if Todoroki even had experience but that was too good for
him not to. Or maybe it was just because that was the first time he’d ever
gotten head. He realized that a few moments later, his first time getting both
kissed and sucked off were given to Todoroki-kun. Midoriya never actually
planned for Uraraka to be the one sucking his dick, he couldn’t exactly imagine
it. She seemed far too pure for something like that.
 
Well… it didn’t count. It didn’t count because Todoroki was a boy, right?
Right, that was the mental excuse Midoriya used to make himself feel better for
cheating. “Yeah, sure, if you want.” Todoroki didn’t want to rush Midoriya into
anything but it seemed as though Midoriya wanted nothing more than to get into
the hard and heavy stuff and get this show on the road. Todoroki’s sat on the
edge of his bed, his pants undone with Midoriya sitting on his knees between
Shouto’s legs and on the floor. His bedroom door was locked but Inko wasn’t
home anyway.
 
If only Midoriya had an instruction manual on how to suck dick for cheating
dummies but unfortunately he didn’t. He’d have to wing it. How hard could it
be? It’d be like sucking a sucker but without the biting after your tongue got
tired. He actually stopped to wonder if this would at all hurt his jaw or the
back of his neck.
 
Midoriya shouldn’t waste time thinking, he himself sure didn’t like waiting
either and did his best. He started slowly, far too slowly to get any sort of
outward response from Todoroki-kun. His mouth was shy on and around Shouto’s
member, he was simply planting kisses up the waste and to the tip but before
long, his fat lips were wrapped around him completely. How far down was he
supposed to go? He was far from sure but he pushed his head down as far as he
could before gagging around Todoroki and pulling off to take a breather.
Todoroki had closed his eyes, he was petting Midoriya’s hair gently as some
sort of praise.
 
He really needed to calm down, to stop sweating and worrying about whether his
performance was decent or not. Midoriya stroked the base of Todoroki’s fat,
pulsing cock because of course he couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth.
Shouto thought otherwise.
 
Todoroki stared down at him for a few seconds before tangling his fingers in
Midoriya’s unruly hair and closing his fists, tugging his hair with a little
more force than what could be considered gentle and forcing Midoriya’s head
down on his member. Midoriya let out a strangled groan. He was obviously a
little surprised but allowed Shouto to use his mouth like that, to openly fuck
his face with confidence and need. Midoriya choked, gagged, and slobbered all
over and around Todoroki’s member which was to be expected with someone with no
experience.
 
Midoriya felt almost like a playtoy when Todoroki didn’t relent for a straight
minute of constant face fucking but as degrading as it was, he didn’t mind
being used like that, he let it happen, his jaw ached and the back of his
throat felt kind of scratchy. He didn’t mind though, not even when semen
flooded his throat and he swallowed, pulling away to finally breathe with ease,
that was harder than he’d thought. Damn. “Did I- Did I do good? Was that okay?”
Midoriya questioned, coughing a little before standing and stretching. He
definitely needed to brush his teeth, his mouth tasted like mint with a twinge
of bitter after taste.
 
“Yeah, that was good. Thank you. Should I get going?” Todoroki asked, standing
and looking around Midoriya’s room for his backpack. “We still have a quiz
tomorrow with Present Mic. Remember?” He questioned, feeling the urge to reach
forward and squeeze Midoriya’s hand gently. He didn’t.
 
“Yeah, sure, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Midoriya whispered with a small smile. He
showed Todoroki to the door, saying a quick goodbye that ended with a few not-
so-friendly kisses. He would leave, Midoriya would eat, study, go to sleep and
the day would end on a good note. That was the plan up until he opened the door
to allow Todoroki to exit but there stood Uraraka, her hand hovering over the
doorbell.
 
“Oh! Deku, I was just about to ring the doorbell… heh…” She laughed nervously,
her cheeks dusting over. Midoriya realized why before looking down. He was only
wearing boxers and an undershirt.
 
“Wait, wait! Let me get dressed real fast!” He blushed, his attention was on
Uraraka as Todoroki slipped by, bidding her farewell. “Wh-what are you doing
here?” He asked, not at all nervous about the kissing that took place mere
seconds ago, right in the spot he stood.
 
“I came here to study with you, we haven’t been spending much time together.
Whaddya say?” She asked with a genuine smile.
 
“Sure! Sure, that sounds like a good plan. Let me get dressed first.” He
whispered with a nervous smile. He needed to brush his teeth but it was too
late, her lips were against his. Without Iida complaining about the
disrespectful actions taking place in the best hero school available, she
wasn’t afraid to deepen kiss and Midoriya didn’t stop her. It’d be suspicious
otherwise. He kissed her back, peach. She pulled away. “Okay, you can get
dressed now! I’ll wait for you out here.” She concluded, licking her lips and
tasting the faint mint on his tongue and now she wanted mint chocolate chip ice
cream. The perfect date idea.
***** oop *****
Chapter Summary
     This gets steamy
Chapter Notes
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Midoriya couldn’t focus on studying, he couldn’t take notes or go over the
material given to them in class. He didn’t even consider the fact that with
those dirty lips of his, he kissed Uraraka on her sweet, peachy ones. He didn’t
really even care. He sat criss cross on his bed across from Uraraka, book in
his lap and his bottom half modest thanks to a pair of comfy sweat pants. Ura
was reading aloud sentences with grammar mistakes and though Midoriya was
thinking, it wasn’t about that. He nudged his bottom lip with the eraser of his
pencil. “The mistake here is the word ‘are’, it needs to be changed to ‘is’.”
She spoke, giving Midoriya the answer. It fell on deaf ears though.
That was way too risky, the way Uraraka just dropped by without calling or
texting. Then again, he didn’t even check his phone, it’d fallen off of his bed
during the whole getting each other off session he and Todoroki had together.
Midoriya didn’t mutter this time, it’d certainly give him away but he needed a
schedule of some sort, some liable and believable excuses. If he was going to
do something as terrible as ‘cheat’, he was going to do it right. It wasn’t
cheating anyway, Uraraka isn’t mad. Ura-san isn’t angry, sad, screaming at the
top of her lungs in Midoriya’s face, so he must be doing something right.
Ignorance is bliss, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. He was sure of
that, but she wasn’t stupid either. She was very observant but patient, enough
so not to investigate him when he was busy doing something. What would be a
good lie? What would be a good time to have Todoroki around in his home and how
many times during a month or even a week was too much to have him around? Then
there was the option of keeping Uraraka distracted and away from his house, not
that he wouldn’t want to spend quality time with her.
The relationship they shared had yet to dip into the deeper end of the pool, he
could use that in advantage compared to his relationship with Todoroki’s that
was down in the six ft side. Metaphorically. Figuratively. So if he divided up
his time wisely, spend some time with Ochako so she didn’t get suspicious but
also time with Todoroki because he just couldn’t resist or stay away, he could
get away without worry. He knew Uraraka and even himself wouldn’t spend two
days together in a row, every couple needed their space but never too much.
Just like he had done for the whole masochism thing, he conducted research on
how to be a proper boyfriend and sustain a healthy relationship.
He never found cheating on her with another male on those lists. They never
said not to though.
So he came to a conclusion, spend two days with Uraraka during the week at
least and one day of the weekend checking in on her, asking about her day. That
would be around three days a week at most and maybe even a bonus day for
surprises like this where she wanted to study. “Uraraka?” He questioned,
interrupting her as she read her book aloud. She looked up with a blush and an
uncertain smile.
“Yeah, Deku?” She pushed her hands together out of habit, her smile never left
that cute face of hers but Midoriya didn’t think about that when he started
speaking.
“We should study at your house instead, when you want to study.” He started,
rubbing the back of his neck and doing his best to appear nervous and slightly
distorted. It wouldn’t work if he appeared determined, she’d ask more questions
then. “It just… it’s kind of embarrassing and all with my room. It’s always
kind of messy and I don’t like many people seeing all these posters in my room
like this.” They were all of All Might, of course they were. He was still his
number one idol and that would never change, not too easily.
Uraraka nodded gently. “Oh! I’m sorry about dropping by, I texted you but you
never replied. I thought something was wrong and came with some snacks and
soup, you know.” She pointed to her backpack that looked a bit heavier and
bulkier than usual. There were definitely cans in there. There was a pang of
guilt in Izuku’s chest but it was just a small sting before it was gone
completely. “I guess I was right to bring them, you don’t look too well. Your
neck is all covered in spots, are you breaking out?” She questioned because
Midoriya getting hickey’s was way too far fetched and unbelievable. That and
she would’ve remembered giving them to him if he got any.
That was another thing, he’d have to be extremely cautious about shit like
that. The burn on his thigh, the love bites on his neck, those would have to be
monitored. He slapped a hand over his neck. “I don’t know, I didn’t know I was
allergic to anything. I’m j-just… really nervous. I’ve never actually had a
girl in my room.” Aside from his mother.
Uraraka closed her eyes and smiled brightly. “Don’t be nervous with me! I’m
nervous too, y’know!” She chirped, standing up from the bed and dropping her
backpack down onto the mattress. She unzipped it and dropped a few cans of
chicken noodle soup and a bottle of simple NyQuil. “I think your room is really
cool, the posters are amazing. You’re always so dedicated and I love that about
you!” Love was a strong word and Uraraka was beginning to think that the more
time she spent with Izuku, the more she felt her heart swell. The harder she
began to fall for him. The more she loved him.
“R-really? You think so?” He asked, taking a look at his posters. They were
pretty damn cool.
“Yup! Sure do! We can study at my house next time though, just let me know and
we can walk home together. My parents are usually at work for most of
Wednesday, so that’d be the best time.” She explained, packing up her book.
Ochako didn’t think they’d get much more studying done with Izuku riled up on
nerves like usual. He probably didn’t need her help anyway, she knew he was
extremely smart and for the most part, independent. As was she.
“Thanks. I really appreciate that.” He murmured, standing. “Let me help you.”
He offered but she refused, waving him away.
“I got it, don’t you worry! Lay back down and I’ll nurse you back to health.”
He wasn’t sure how she’d do that at six in the evening on a school night but
she managed to quite easily and pulled it off. It all started when she asked
the magic question. “Hungry?”
-
Divide up your time, be responsible about it, be cautious and careful. Don’t
get caught. Days passed and with them, so did Midoriya’s morals. He stopped
caring so much about the wrong he was doing and focused on at least doing it
correctly to the point where both parties were happy. Uraraka and Todoroki. He
wasn’t actually sure if Todoroki was happy but he had no complaints or even
hesitations when engaging in acts of intimacy behind closed doors.
The more they did things, the worse it got. “I’ve made some more rules for
you.” Midoriya announced, turning away from his computer to face Todoroki who
stood awkwardly by the door of his bedroom. “No more hickey’s above my
collarbone. This is supposed to be a secret, remember?” Todoroki simply nodded,
that shouldn’t be too hard. Despite wanting the marks he left on that smooth
skin of Midoriya’s to be seen by all, he’d keep it hidden. Midoriya’s covered
body would be his canvas. “Right, next rule is uh- it’s to not burn me where
people can see. That’s an extension on the first rule.” Midoriya felt
confidence surge through him. For once, he wasn’t a stuttering, blushing mess
of a person with a wrecked train of thought.
“You’re too… too nice to me?” Midoriya explained, he was unsure of this one
himself. “I didn’t think you’d be so patient with me and though I guess I
appreciate it, I don’t like it. I’m not interested in that.” He tilted his
head, his voice came out selfish and whiney. Uraraka was the nice one, Todoroki
couldn’t have the spot. “I can take it, really. You’d know, wouldn’t you?”
Izuku’s crooked right hand twitched lightly. “I’m not looking for a romance
with you.” Midoriya whispered, pulling his knees up to his chest and staring at
Todoroki. He could only keep a straight face for so long.
“Okay. Sorry.” He murmured, dropping his bag onto the floor and causing
Midoriya to hop up from his seat, taking long strides towards Todoroki before
cupping his cheeks.
“This what I mean, see? Don’t apologize to me! Hit me! Do something!” Midoriya
urged, leaning to kiss Todoroki’s tight lips a few times to hopefully relax
him. His stroked his cheek gently, smiling up at him. “If you’re not up for
something like this, let me know and I’ll find someone else who can do it
right.” Midoriya wasn’t sure why he was saying the things coming out of his
mouth. They weren’t exactly rude or threatening but there was a hint of
manipulation. He just knew what he was doing. In reality, he didn’t have the
courage to find someone else, not even to ask. He wanted nobody but Shouto for
the job and just couldn’t afford losing him. He kissed those chilled lips
again.
“I can do it.” Todoroki whispered. The last thing he needed was getting
replaced because he couldn’t give Midoriya what he truly wanted. He wanted to
curl up in a ball and throw his stomach up but refrained as he wrapped his arms
around Midoriya’s waist. He wasn’t allowed to love him, that’s what he was
saying.
No gentle kissing, no cuddling, no love in general. It was absolute torture.
The last thing Shouto wanted was to hurt the one he cared so deeply about
though he couldn’t think of a solution where they’d both truly be happy. Izuku
loved Uraraka and all he’d be was a side piece to experiment and exploit his
sick kinks with. It wasn’t close enough, it was far from it but he’d do it.
He’d do it if he got to hug him like this, kiss him at all or be this close to
him in general. Maybe if he closed his eyes, maybe if he plugged his ears, he
could pretend this wasn’t just an arrangement.
“That’s good. Good boy.” Midoriya cooed quietly, wrapping his arms around
Todoroki’s neck and resting his chin on his shoulder. He knew damn well the
wrong he committing, the shitty act he was continuing but he couldn’t stop
himself. “Let’s go to bed. Okay?” Though it was supposed to be the other way
around, Shouto followed like a kicked puppy, crawling over Midoriya who laid on
his back with his arms open.
They always went a little further every encounter they shared. Midoriya thought
it’d be best to go step by step, from mild to increasingly fucked up. Todoroki
watched Midoriya. He was waiting, staring up at the older teen expectantly and
giving him time to think but Todoroki knew he must be somewhat impatient.
Todoroki’s mind was fuzzy but his body moved on its own. The ‘relationship’ was
still in its early stage but the way Todoroki moved felt mechanical.
He untied his uniform tie and wrapped around Izuku’s head and over his eyes,
blinding him. The way he moved down against him, the way his kissed and bit his
fat lips, the way he inappropriately gripped Midoriya felt all too right and
all too natural, like it was meant to be this way and maybe it was. Maybe this
was how it was supposed to turn out, it felt amazing even if his heart was
cracking and freezing over to stay together.
“Choke me a little.” Midoriya whispered, sounding a little hesitant himself but
Todoroki went ahead and wrapped his left hand around Izuku’s hot neck. They
were supposed to try new things anyway, then Todoroki would have to ‘man up’
and actually take control. He really felt like he was the one under control
right now.
Midoriya couldn’t see and his breathing was laboured just seconds later as
Todoroki tightened his grip a bit. He kept his hips moving down against
Midoriya’s beautiful junk, the friction drove him crazy but a few moments of
choking and Midoriya was already throwing his head back. His mouth formed an
‘O’ and his hips bucked up against Todoroki’s. That was a lot sooner than
usual, a lot messier than usual, they still had their pants on and everything.
Midoriya panted for a few seconds before nodding lightly. “Keep going, p-
please.” He pleaded weakly, rutting his hips up shyly, as if he had the right
to be shy at this point.
“Come on…” Midoriya whimpered, nudging Todoroki’s leg with his own knee. He
reached up to pull the makeshift blindfold off to stare up at Todoroki. “What’s
wrong?” He asked. Shouto shrugged lightly, leaning down to kiss Midoriya on the
lips. Midoriya ran his fingers through Todoroki’s hair. “We have to hurry.” He
murmured, gripping his shoulder tightly. “I have a date tonight.” He concluded.
Todoroki blinked and nodding, almost forgetting about Uraraka completely.
The next few hours were slow but sexually exciting for the two. Midoriya had
gotten better in the few days they spent together at sucking dick. Practice
made perfect, he knew that, he knew that better than anyone. He bobbed his head
up and down quickly, the head of Todoroki’s hard cock slamming against the back
of his throat. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time from what he
remembered. The sound of heavy slurping filled the locked bedroom as well as
very faint, nearly inaudible groans and grunts from Shouto.
Midoriya kept his hand wrapped around the base of Todoroki’s member when he
came up for air but as soon as he sucked in a breath, his head was shoved back
down in the same spot, his mouth filled with the pulsing cock of Shouto.
Todoroki had nothing to say as he gripped Midoriya’s hair tightly, enough to
make the boy whimper around him and his eyes sting. This type of rough love was
just what he needed, what he craved.
He got no praise, no compliments, hardly a sign that he was doing at all well.
He tried harder, sucking harder, swallowing around him as much as he could
before he gagged and tried to pull away to breathe. He couldn’t move his head,
Todoroki kept him in place for a few extra agonizing seconds. He finally pulled
Midoriya back by his hair, letting him cough up excess spit and pant heavily.
Izuku wiped his chin, staring up at Todoroki with narrowed eyes, almost
challenging him but he evidently lost when Shouto slapped him across the face
with more force than usual.
That put a smile on his face but it was wiped away, his mouth was full again.
This was the most exciting blowjob he’d ever given for sure and he used his
free hands to rub himself through his boxers as he sucked him as best he could.
Midoriya was desperate for the bitter taste of Todoroki’s seed, he would love
to swallow it, savor the taste as much as he could.
His mouth was just for Todoroki’s use right now, that seemed to be its only
purpose for the time being because it sure was getting fucked like there was no
damn tomorrow and that drove Izuku crazy for more. He kept the rubbing up while
his other hand was fondling Todoroki’s balls, those always needed love too.
Midoriya stuck his nose down into Todoroki’s impressive half and half pubic
hair as he felt his cock down his throat. He was getting better, he was sure of
it by now cause Todoroki finally closed his eyes. Izuku managed to hold his
breath for a whole fifteen seconds before he was off stroking again, licking
his lips clean of the saliva threatening to fall down his chin. Midoriya felt
like a modern day whore.
He closed his eyes as he stroked Todoroki off a few more times, then he felt
it. Right on his face, all over his face and even in his hair. Todoroki came
all over his little face. Midoriya opened his mouth, catching some on his
tongue before wiping his lips. Damn, now he needed a shower. Todoroki pushed
him onto his back on the floor and pressed his boot down gently against the
front of Midoriya’s boxers. Midoriya tried to close his legs but Todoroki
didn’t allow it. He moved his boot back and forth against Midoriya’s member,
making him whimper and tremble on his back, shuddering at the torture. “O-ow…”
“Shh. Sh.” Was all Todoroki replied with as he added a bit more pressure behind
it. He wasn’t sure how many times Midoriya let loose in those boxers this
afternoon. Three? Four times? “What are you waiting for?” He asked, pushing
down a little harder, making Midoriya cry out. His cheeks were undeniably red,
his eyes were watery and he was left a shaking mess on the floor. His date was
in an hour.
Todoroki let him calm down for a minute or two before kneeling and helping the
poor boy sit up. He was hugging himself, biting his bottom lip as he tried to
calm down, tried with everything he had but it didn’t work. Todoroki helped him
stand, rubbing his back gently and even planting kisses on his temple, cheeks
and eyes. “You have to get ready, remember?” He had to meet Uraraka at seven
thirty at the ice cream parlor downtown and absolutely could not be late.
“Yeah, I remember.” Midoriya murmured, wobbling just a bit. He was extremely
distorted but a shower should fix him up. He reached up to touch his hair,
feeling the cold, sticky gunk in it. That just wouldn’t do. “Thank you. I
really… I really enjoyed that.” Midoriya expressed his gratitude through a few
kind words before he got in the shower, scrubbing himself clean and brushing
his teeth. He scrubbed his scalp clean, making sure there were no traces of
Todoroki’s ‘valuable’ semen that he seemed to cherish so much.
Midoriya hugged himself under the hot stream of water. There was a dull ache
spread throughout his body but he simply embraced it, he finally had what he
wanted, it was really starting to get to the good part. He couldn’t help but
pat himself on the back figuratively. He truly felt like the mastermind he was
given he was juggling two very attractive lovers. Uraraka was a catch for sure,
sweet and gentle, everything he liked in a girl like her but he wasn’t at all
limited with Todoroki doing to him as he’d asked, dark and brooding and above
all sexy.
Midoriya rubbed his face, how did he end up so lucky? So absolutely blessed? He
wasn’t sure who to thank if not himself for being so goddamn smart.
-
“I’ll drive you downtown if you want.” Todoroki offered once Midoriya was
dressed. He wore a t-shirt, jacket, jeans and his favorite red shoes. He smiled
up at Todoroki.
“Really? Thanks. You can drop me off a block away from the ice cream parlor.”
He’d like to avoid being seen with Todoroki as much as possible, the less
witnesses the better so nobody got suspicious about all the time they were
spending together. The last thing he wanted was to give Todoroki up because
people connected the lines. “I’m ready.” He whispered. They were both showered,
Todoroki had been advised by Midoriya to start bringing a discreet change of
clothing or hell, leave some over here for when he needed it. Todoroki would
drop him off and go home for the night.
“Okay. Let’s go then.” Despite it being Midoriya’s house, Todoroki led him out
the front door, reminding Midoriya to lock the door. The car ride was short and
quiet, there was no point turning the radio if the ride was gonna be over soon.
Todoroki stopped just a block away from the ice cream parlor like Midoriya
asked. He wanted nothing more than to lean over and give him a goodbye peck on
the lips and bid him a loving farewell but unfortunately that wasn’t an option.
Not right now at least, not until he actually grew some balls. “Bye. Have fun.”
He drawled as Izuku exited the car and smiled back at him.
“Bye! I’ll text you about next time, kay?” He was gone before Shouto could
answer, he watched him walk down the street and watched him embrace his brown
haired lover before shifting into drive and leaving them be to head home.
-
“You made it!” Uraraka cheered excitedly, opening her arms and wrapping them
around Izuku’s waist. She kissed his lips, those disgusting, dirty lips of his.
He kissed her back, opening her sweet mouth and almost forcing his tongue into
her mouth but she laughed and pulled away, wiping her mouth with a blush. “Wow,
I’m happy to see you too!” Ura chirped, reaching down to take his hand and lead
him into the parlor.
“Sorry, I got excited.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head as he stepped
into the parlor behind her. He stayed close, looking down at all the ice cream
flavors and combinations. “Wow… Look at all of these.”
“Midoriya, are you on a date!?!” Mineta cried from behind the counter. Midoriya
could barely see him before he stepped up onto his required step stool at the
cashier. “Scandalous! Don’t tell me you’re gonna try to get it in tonight.”
Mineta was ready to high five him but Midoriya simply shook his head with an
embarrassed laugh.
“Midoriya is treating me to ice cream and being a gentle gentleman to me, so
no. Not yet.” She could only be so patient. Midoriya blushed just as much as
she did before they ordered. Midoriya paid which made Mineta interrogate him
further on his intentions regarding the busty beauty that was Uraraka Ochako.
AKA; Uravity.
“Shut up.” Midoriya whined under his breath with a heavy blush as he found
Uraraka sitting at a booth. She was already licking away at her two scoop ice
cream on a waffle cone. She got strawberry and cappuccino. Midoriya ordered two
scoops of simple vanilla, the last thing that’d describe him.
Instead of sitting across from her, he slid in next to her, wrapping an arm
around her shoulders affectionately. She giggled and smiled up at him, offering
her oh so loving boyfriend a lick of her own delicious ice cream, he returned
the favor. They shared ice cream with each other, talking about nothing more
than school events, school gossip and school news. How Tooru was crushing on
Ojiro or how Yaoyorozu was practicing extra hard and overdoing it to create
bigger things, stronger things. She had a lot of studying to do given she
needed to understand the structure of things.
“Her quirk is really cool, it’s no wonder she got in on recommendations. All I
can really do is manipulate gravity but like others, my quirk can be a strong
one if I make it a strong one, I’m sure. I’m also learning hand to hand combat,
I think I’m pretty good at it, especially disarming someone with a knife thanks
to gunhead.” Uraraka rambled in between licks of her ice cream. Midoriya
watched her lips move but felt nothing in the downstairs area, not that he
should.
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool.” Midoriya’s reply was nothing compared to her ranting
but she didn’t seem to mind as she shot into a whole new topic. Uraraka sure
had a mouth on her, she could talk for hours on end he was sure but he didn’t
have a problem with it. He found it endearing.
The date passed them by and before they knew it, it was already nine pm, passed
Uraraka’s supposed curfew but Midoriya didn’t mention it, he didn’t feel like
spoiling the mood with some sort of petty fight. “Aw, you really have to go?”
Uraraka whined, holding onto his arm tightly as he began to walk her back to
her house.
“Yeah, we have that test tomorrow, remember?” He rubbed her arm gently after
wrapping his around her. It was already getting dark, very dark and the moon
began to rise over them, illuminating their beautiful faces. They were truly a
charming couple, a couple with lots of trust and potential. They were young and
cute and heterosexual. “Ura, can I ask you a question?” Midoriya took her hands
in his and squeezed them gently after having stopped in front of her house.
“Of course!” She squeezed his hand back, leaning in slowly because she was
sensing a kiss. She wanted the night to end perfectly, a perfect date with her
perfect date and a nice, loving kiss. Because they loved each other. Midoriya
didn’t want to dump Uraraka, that was the problem here. As much as he should
drop one of them, he couldn’t let either go. They were too valuable and he was
too selfish.
“Great, okay. Please don’t pop up at my house again.” It wasn’t exactly a
question. “I mean, I appreciate your concern and all but I was indecent. That
was really embarrassing so please call and plan beforehand.” Midoriya smiled
even when Ochako didn’t, she frowned. She actually felt really bad now, it
probably wasn’t the best idea to just drop by but she couldn’t help but feel
worried when Midoriya didn’t text her back. It was a normal reaction, she hoped
so at least.
“Oh… Oh, alright Deku. I’m sorry.” She pouted, her fat bottom lip hanging out
as she stared up at him for forgiveness in which he happily granted by kissing
those fat lips of hers and walking her up to her doorstep. “Well, I had fun
tonight.” She whispered, pushing her hair back behind her ear.
“Heh, yeah, me too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave her a hug, a light hearted
hug. He barely squeezed her before pulling away and turning to leave. “Good
night!” He called over his shoulder, he needed to hurry home but he couldn’t
help but slow down to a lousy walk.
It sure was dark and scary out here, he thought to himself as he peeked down
dark alleyways and into broken windows of abandoned shops or houses. He could
certainly imagine a criminal taking advantage of some poor woman in one of
these quiet, secluded areas and stopped to listen. Nothing. Nothing at all.
There seemed to be crime around every corner nowadays. He couldn’t help but
himself in those shoes, he could definitely defend himself. That was a sure
deal. He clasped his hands together, his mind racing to places it shouldn’t be.
He imagined himself in the shoes of some ‘defenseless’ citizen being harassed
by someone much stronger than him. Midoriya shook his head lightly, that was
too far. He didn’t want to get into stuff like that, not yet. Izuku ran home
after that, unphased and unperturbed. He slept like a baby that night.
-
“It’s really kinda weird, I feel like I’m the only one in town with a weird
kink.” Midoriya spoke aloud as he chewed on potato chips and used his foot to
spin him around slowly on his computer chair. “But, with anything, you’re never
the only one.” Midoriya explained to Todoroki. They spent as much time together
as they could inconspicuously, which was a lot. If Midoriya had free time, he
spent five minutes convincing Shouto to come over and hang out. Most of the
times, they did something naughty but the few times like these, they actually
did just hang out and talk.
“Right.” Todoroki flipped through his spiral full of notes absentmindedly. He
had a few weird kinks he wasn’t very proud of but would certainly indulge in if
he was given the opportunity.
“Yeah.” Midoriya chomped down on a chip, stopping his chair once he was facing
Todoroki. The teen narrowed his eyes. “You included.”
“No.” Todoroki stated quickly, cracking a smile once Izuku stood with a playful
smirk. “No, Midoriya. No!” He laughed, standing up on Izuku’s bed just as
Midoriya started towards him, jumping up on the bed. They wrestled around for a
while before finally falling onto the bouncy mattress in hysterics.
“Tell me! Tell me, or I’ll call you Todo from now on.” Midoriya threatened,
coming out on top, straddling Todoroki’s chest. He sat on it, his knees
pressing down on his biceps to keep his arms still.
Todoroki panted lightly, staring up at Midoriya and his wide smile. His teeth
were straight and white, perfect. His cheeks were dusted over with red, four
freckles on each. Perfect. His eyes were big and bright, green just like his
hair. Perfect. Shouto watched Midoriya speak and bounce and whine trying to get
his attention and snapped out of it seconds later, rolling his eyes. He really
didn’t want to admit his fetish, it didn’t particularly fit him but then again,
masochism was the last thing someone thought when they took a look at Midoriya.
“Feet.” It was gone, Midoriya wasn’t smiling anymore. His face was more
confused than anything though when Todoroki took the moment to examine his
face, it was still more than adorable.
“Feet?” He asked curiously. Then he nodded. “Feet.” He spoke with
understanding. “That’s all?” That made Todoroki feel much better, he let out a
sigh he didn’t know he was holding before nodding sheepishly. “Wait, so what,
do you suck toes or something, explain it to me.” Midoriya scooted back a
little but stayed on Shouto’s lap so he could comfortably sit up. He did.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done it.” Midoriya admired his attitude. He was so
calm despite being in the same spot as Midoriya was just weeks ago. “I just
think yours are kind of cute.” The explanation was so simple and honest as well
as oddly flattering, Izuku couldn’t contain a blush. “Speaking of fetishes and
kinks, stuff we shouldn’t really be speaking of; are you at all ready for the
heavier stuff?” Todoroki questioned, tugging on Midoriya’s sweatshirt to bring
his face closer.
“What do you mean?” Of course he was ready, he was passed ready and probably
impatient for it to get where it needed to be, whatever ‘it’ was.
“I mean, if I wanted to tie you up now, do you or I have the materials for
something like that? Do you even know where to get it?” Todoroki questioned,
his cold hand was already trailing up Izuku’s sweatshirt, ghosting over his
belly and making him shudder and suck in to avoid the chill of his quirk.
Midoriya pursed his lips and nodded gently. “Yeah, you c-could. I mean… I have
some rope. It’s under my bed, in that shoe box. A few other things too.”
Midoriya swallowed, his throat felt dry and scratchy all of the sudden. Was
this really happening? Dreaming about getting tied up and having it presented
right in his face were two different things and though he hadn’t planned on
doing much today in the sexual department, he sure wouldn’t mind it leading
there.
He watched with shy eyes as Todoroki’s face contorted and changed from
curiosity to confusion to realization and back to curiosity. “Really?” He asked
under his breath, letting Midoriya go and rolling over before he landed on the
floor on all floors. He pushed the side of his face to the ground and looked
under Midoriya’s comfy bed. His eyes scanned the small space, there were some
shoes, clothes and trash. It bothered him slightly but not enough to do
anything about it right now.
Todoroki reached forward slowly, inching the box closer and closer to him
before he was able to pull it out from under the bed completely and open it.
“Yeah, really. You didn’t think I was lying, did you?” He questioned as
Todoroki stared down into the box.
“No, I just wasn’t sure where you’d get stuff like this.” He lifted the red-
ball gag for Midoriya to see, it made him turn away with a blush. “How exactly
are you wanting to be tied up?” Todoroki knew there were a number of ways for a
person to be tied up but was unsure of the names or even how to knot them,
that’d be important to study when he had the time and patience. He’d need to do
it somewhere private or secluded for very obvious reasons but for now, he could
look up a quick tutorial.
“I got it downtown a bit ago, before this whole agreement thing. Did you know
Yaoyorozu Momo had a job there? She made it for me.” He tightened his lips and
stared at Shouto awkwardly for a few seconds. “I couldn’t really… tie myself up
or anything, so I don’t actually know. I didn’t do much research on position
names or anything, can you just google one and find it?” Midoriya was obviously
nervous at this point, his hands were pushed together between his knees and his
head was dipped down, his chin against his chest, avoiding all eye contact
possible.
Shouto didn’t mind, it wasn’t rocket science or anything. He gave no reply but
scrolled through his phone and through a few informational pages before sighing
lightly and going with wikipedia. It provided him with pictures, names,
tutorials and more. It also gave him safety tips, some of these positions were
hard to breathe in and in extreme scenarios, even cracked bones or killed
someone. He avoided those for now. With that in mind, safety was a priority and
he set his phone down, gripping the thick black rope in his hands. It was nice
and sturdy and felt smooth against his palms.
Hogtie, a position for the submissive to be tied up. Midoriya would have to be
on his belly, Todoroki followed the instructions carefully. It was easier than
it looked and Midoriya showed very little discomfort, even when Todoroki pulled
his sweatshirt off and left him in his tight, black boxer shorts. The subject
of Midoriya’s rear behind never came up, not in class or in private but
Todoroki was sure he could have a lengthy conversation about it for at least an
hour. It wasn’t huge or anything, cute and perky and jiggly. Shouto had the
sudden urge to slap it. He didn’t, not yet.
“Tighter, just a little.” Midoriya’s voice was slightly strained, his knees
were bent and his wrists were tied to his ankles behind him. His arms were tied
together at the elbows as well in a pretzel like pattern. It didn’t look
comfortable and the rope looked to be digging into his delicate skin but Izuku
didn’t complain whatsoever as he wiggled a little, biting his bottom lip.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Can you breathe properly?” Todoroki asked with
concern, he had to make sure his airway wasn’t blocked. Midoriya nodded but he
still seemed breathless. “If it gets too much just say… Just say jellybean.”
Midoriya cackled, pushing his face down against the mattress in a fit of
giggles. “Jellybean! Jellybean? I don’t like jellybean! I’lll say hazelnut.” He
prompted.
“What about strawberry?” Midoriya shook his head. “Blueberry?” Nope.
“Bananaberry?”
“Stop with the berries! You’re going to kill me!” He couldn’t stop laughing,
his laughter was music to Todoroki’s ears. It was so upbeat and adorable, the
way his face turned red and his lips stretched into a big smile. “We’ll work on
safety words later, I’ll just tell you if it’s too much.” That sounded good,
that would do for now. Todoroki nodded. “What are you gonna do now?”
“What do you want me to do?” Todoroki questioned, standing up from the bed, he
stared down at his handiwork with pride and triumph. The rope dug into his pale
skin and would leave oddly cute, red rope rash patterns all over his arms, legs
and chest.
Midoriya looked away blushing and shrugging lightly. “Whatever you want. Y-
you’re the one in charge. Not me.” That type of information made Todoroki’s
cheeks heat up. If he was truly in charge, they’d be boyfriends but that was a
mutual type of thing. He couldn’t change their status the way he wanted to on
his own.
He’s in charge apparently but that didn’t automatically give him ideas on what
to do, how to do it and how far he should go. First though, he just really
wanted to touch him. He kneeled down next to the bed and reached forward to rub
his fingers along Midoriya’s skin. It was so soft and smooth under his touch,
his hands were gentle on him at first. Midoriya gave little responses to the
touching of his thighs and back, it kind of tickled if he was honest and he
smiled gently here and there.
After a lot of touching, Todoroki turned up the heat and poked Midoriya’s thigh
with his heated left hand, making Midoriya yelp and flinch away but the rope
stopped him from getting very far at all. When Todoroki moved his finger, there
was a small burn mark on the side of Izuku’s thigh. “You deserve this.” Shouto
murmured, pushing two fingers against the back of his thigh where it was a bit
more sensitive. Midoriya let out a shaky breath.
“I do?” He asked, twisting head head to look back at Todoroki who was tracing
little lines on his leg. There were more and more marks the more Todoroki did
it and soon there were four separate burn marks on his once clear skin.
“Yes, you do.” Shouto confirmed quickly, fire was threatening to light up in
his palm but he kept it at bay once his slipped his hand up under Midoriya’s
boxers and pressed it flat down against Izuku’s left ass cheek. It was so soft,
what a shame. Midoriya cried out, his breathing was much heavier than before.
Todoroki kept his hot hand against him for a few more seconds and pulled it
away before Izuku’s boxers were aflame. “Of course you deserve it, you’re a
bigger whore than you think if you don’t feel the same. If you don’t realize
why I feel this is necessary than you really do need this.” Midoriya nodded
eagerly.
“You’re right, you’re right, I deserve it, I do.” He whimpered once again as a
hot hand burned his other thigh. That made two whole hand shaped burn marks on
him in general and instead of crying from the pain, he closed his eyes and
agreed, wiggling to get closer and closer to the heat, wishing for more
scorching burns against his skin because he honestly and truly deserved it.
His hands were balled into fists behind him, his toes were curled and his face
displayed his shameless emotions. This really made him feel alive, just as
alive as fighting villains did, even more alive than he felt when he met All
Might. His nails dug into his palms once that hot hand reached his back. “You
do, and I’ll make sure you atone to the mistakes you purposely made. This is
what happens to little whores who only care for themselves.” It wasn’t true!
Midoriya cared for everyone, he was sure of it but when he opened his mouth to
defend himself, he got slapped. “Don’t backtalk me.”
“Okay.” He whispered weakly. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, I deserve it,
I promise.” He rambled but shut his mouth when the heat intensified and trailed
down his spine. He didn’t think about how much this would hurt after he had his
orgasm but then again, he couldn’t think of anything at all right now. His
lower back was so fucking sensitive and made him squirm uncontrollably once
Todoroki’s hands reached the bottom of his spine. “Not there, please oh please,
not there!” He pleaded but despite that, Todoroki’s finger remained there
longer than it should’ve.
Midoriya was in no place to be making requests and giving orders, Todoroki
thought once he pulled his left hand away. He stared at the damage he’d done,
it wasn’t nearly enough and he was bored of leaving marks on his back side, so
he rolled him over onto his side to expose his chest and belly. This way, he
could actually see Midoriya’s arousal, and he was pretty damn aroused.
Just burning him seemed to be getting him off and Shouto wasn’t entirely sure
why he went as far as to call Izuku a whore, was he a whore? He was a virgin so
technically not but he was still juggling two lovers behind ones back. Todoroki
didn’t mention it but the thought of having to share, having to keep this whole
thing a secret made his blood boil. He wanted nothing more than for there to be
more between them, he’d have to be patient. He could see the way Midoriya’s
chest moved, he was really having a hard time breathing given he was so
breathless already but still said nothing about it. Izuku was feeling
lightheaded but blamed it on the sudden rush of pleasure and pain. Adrenaline
wasn’t rushing through his veins and he was glad.
He didn’t lead up to the big climax this time, didn’t hesitate whatsoever as he
pressed his hot hand against Midoriya’s belly. Palm and fingers, a third hand
mark right next to his belly button. It looked perfect once he pulled away,
beautiful. It was like branding his property, the same way farmers branded
cattle so people knew who it belonged to.
Nobody would know about these burns, they wouldn’t be permanent. At most,
they’d leave a faint scar. Maybe someday he’d leave permanent, purposeful
marks.
“I haven’t touched you here and you’re harder than me.” Todoroki observed,
pushing a finger against the tip of Midoriya’s hard member but his hand was no
longer hot. Izuku bucked his hips forward eagerly, closing his eyes and
blushing uncontrollably. “What? What do you want?” Todoroki knew damn well what
he wanted but there would be absolutely no fun in just giving in right now.
“Don’t… Don’t make me s-say it, c’mon…” He whispered in a high pitched voice
full of need. Todoroki pursed his lips. He pulled his hands away from
Midoriya’s body completely and left him to wiggle around on the bed
pathetically, doing his best to seemingly roll back over and rub himself
against the bed. Like he didn’t even need Todoroki’s help, it was useless, he
knew that. Todoroki pulled the shoe box closer, pulling out the gag he’d found
earlier and moving to strap it onto Midoriya’s face.
“If you’re not going to tell me what you want then you won’t be needing to use
these.” Shouto whispered, rubbing his cold thumb along Midoriya’s lips before
pushing the red ball between them and buckling it up in the back. It was tight,
he was positive his cheeks would have red lines. Almost like the lines on your
face after you wake up from a really good nap in class or something. Todoroki
could really see just how big his lips were while stretched around the ball.
Midoriya nodded lightly.
Todoroki’s job, he had to remind himself, was to get Midoriya off while
inflicting pain, correct? He pulled on the rope gently, it was really tight
around the teen boy but there were still no signs of discomfort. He pinched his
hip over and over, then pushed his cold thumbs against his nipples and nearly
froze him but thank god he was the one out of the two that could actually
control his quirk.
Midoriya’s words were muffled by the gag as Todoroki touched him in the most
sensitive spots. He was finding more and more the longer he ran his hands along
his skin. It really was driving Izuku crazy and could tell by the way his hips
raised every time he went near his crotch and the way his entire body shook and
shuddered. His entire body was flushed red and even redder where he’d been
burned.
“Be still.” Shouto murmured, finally doing Midoriya a favor and pulling the
waistband of his boxers down to free his member. It flung free and nearly
slapped him! There was more whimpering on Midoriya’s end, he looked to be
frustrated, he definitely needed to come.
Todoroki pulled his foreskin back there was the head, nice, shiny and slicked
with precum. How charming, how cute, how honest. Shouto squeezed his member,
feeling the veins pulsing against his fingers. His penis was red too, like it
was blushing, his penis was blushing. Todoroki smiled at the thought, pushing
his head down and laughing quietly to himself but it didn’t last long, he was
hard too and wanted to get off. Not as much as Midoriya who was, again,
wiggling to get off.
“Be still!” Todoroki raised his voice but he couldn’t even take himself
seriously and let a few laughs pass his lips. He received a questioning look
from Midoriya but shrugged it off and just stroking Midoriya gently with a cold
hand. Must be painful. Must be agonizing. He quickened his hand, jerking his
wrist, watching his cock swell and his hips twitched and his body stiffen
before finally, after what seemed like hours, he came, crying around the gag.
He was literally in tears over all of that but relaxed on the bed.
That was one thing out of the way. Todoroki stood, taking a tissue and wiping
his hands clean of warm ejaculation. He undid the gag and pulled it away from
Midoriya’s mouth, spit stuck to it and a string of saliva between his lips and
the ball broke and hung from it. Gross, but sexy nonetheless. He tossed it back
into the box after wiping it clean but instead of untying him and letting him
rest, he pushed him over onto his back and pulled him into a different spot.
His head was hanging off the bed, his hair was out of his face and his cute
forehead was uncovered.
He made a questioning noise, this position was extremely uncomfortable but he
could sit through it for whatever Todoroki had. “Thank you, thank you, that was
really nice.” Midoriya panted but thanked him nonetheless. “What are we doing
now, Todoroki-kun?” Blood was rushing to his head, his breath was heavily, his
heart was hammering, his body was battered up but he kept smiling nonetheless,
excited for the harsh treatment, he deserved it, he knew that. “What are y-” He
was cut off.
His mouth was full, his throat was just assaulted! What a surprise, a penis in
his mouth! How exciting, how scandalous, how absolutely, positively intimate.
His eyes widened, he wasn’t even given a warning nor did he have control over
the situation. This was a smart idea, Midoriya had to admit. This way, with his
head tilted back like this, this throat was straight and open and ready for
such rough punishment and oh did that shit feel good. It felt really good,
Todoroki tasted nice.
His throat was being heavily abused, thrust after thrust into his mouth. He
didn’t bite down or resist whatsoever, he didn’t mind. Really, he didn’t mind.
How long did it take for a guy to ejaculate? Midoriya’s mouth was so warm and
wet, and it was Midoriya’s that really made Todoroki feel better about this. He
wasn’t being gentle whatsoever, they both knew that and from Todoroki could
tell, Midoriya had no problem with this. He fucked his mouth and felt his
throat around his cock and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend they were
having actual anal sex. That was for another time.
How much more did Midoriya have to endure this? His face was red, his throat
really hurt now and he was sure he was getting hard again, already. He rolled
his eyes back once Todoroki bucked his hips forward one last time, really
digging himself deep into his throat and orgasming. It was hot, heavy and
delicious! Those were the words Midoriya would use to describe Todoroki-
senpai’s semen. He swallowed it all and did his best to sit up. He somehow
managed.
He needed a break, Midoriya needed a quick breather. Was this what it would be
like from now on? If so, he had no complaints at all. He coughed and panted,
the ropes hurt now. Todoroki was staring at him, he was modest now. “Take a
picture.” Midoriya’s voice was scratchy and when Todoroki really looked at him,
he realized that he did want a picture. His eyes were watery, his cheeks had
indents from the tight gag, his body was in an awkwardly sexy position tied up
like that and covered in burns. He took his idea to heart and held his phone up
to take a few pictures. “Untie me, please?”
Todoroki stood and pulled on the knots, undoing them one by one and loosening
the rope around him and once it fell from his skin, there were dark red
patterns. The skin nearly broke but it thankfully didn’t. Midoriya stretched,
his joints popped with relief. “You’re hard again.” Todoroki examined his hard
member from where he sat right next to him.
“I know and that’s okay.” He whispered, he sounded like he had a cold, raspy.
He was so beautiful, Todoroki knew that. All those marks were made by him, all
on his own. He had to take responsibility. He pushed his right hand forward
against the burn on his belly. Midoriya shivered but didn’t pull away, in fact,
he laid down and curled up, closing his eyes. “That feels nice.” He whispered.
In five minutes time, they were spooning on Midoriya’s bed, under the covers,
Todoroki’s right hand against the burns, treating them,one by one to avoid any
scarring. As if Midoriya didn’t have enough scars already. This was the kind of
relationship Todoroki wanted to have, cuddling and tending to his wounds all
the while using his warm hand to rub Midoriya the right way. His hair smelled
good.
There was very light, tentative breathing on his head while he was being so
graciously pleasured and Todoroki couldn’t deny the adorable way he tried to
keep quiet. He really couldn’t deny anything, could he?
-
“There’s still so much to learn. I didn’t even know how I wanted to be tied up.
That’s kind of embarrassing.” Midoriya murmured from his bed. He was on his
side, the covers covering his lower half as Todoroki picked up around the room
and dressed, getting ready to go home. He had things to take care of himself
but overall, this afternoon was enjoyable and eventful.
“Yeah. We’ll both study it or something.” He wasn’t very optimistic about the
conversation but gave his two cents anyway. “It was called hogtie apparently.
There’s a list, look it over for next time.” Todoroki recommended and turned to
leave. Midoriya was left to himself to think.
He’d have no problem covering his torso, arms and legs thanks to his full body
uniform so that wasn’t a problem but his wrists might be a problem though as
long as he kept his sleeves from riding up, he’d be fine. He couldn’t afford to
let anyone even get a clue as to what goes down in his room, especially now
that things were moving into the direction he wanted it to go and fast. Now
that everything was settling and falling into place, he’d do a hell of a lot to
keep it that way.
He couldn’t be happier now that he thought about it. He had the sex life he was
craving, he was accepted into Yuuei, got a quirk, met All Might, had the girl
of his dreams (clueless) and on top of all of that, he got no shit for it. He
didn’t feel bad for it, he shouldn’t. He deserved this.
“I deserve this.” He whispered to himself and rolled over, falling asleep. 
***** anal *****
Chapter Summary
     get some
Chapter Notes
     I changed the title heyheyhey tell me what you think
Don’t gag, Don’t gag, Don’t gag- He didn’t gag! He pulled it off successfully,
his lips were fat and red, he needed to pick up the pace if they were going to
make it to class on time. The boys bathroom in school wasn’t the best place to
perform orally but this oral presentation was far too important to cut short.
Midoriya bit his fat bottom lip gently, stroking Todoroki with his left hand
quickly in curt jerks of his wrist. Todoroki was doing an amazing job staying
quiet, not that they’d been faced with the challenge of another boy entering
the bathroom. They were in the very last stall, there were around ten in total.
 
Midoriya dipped his head forward, taking all of Todoroki’s erect member into
his mouth greedily. He bobbed his head, humming and swallowing around it
hungrily. Amazing, he tasted amazing. Todoroki watched with slightly widened
eyes as Midoriya inhaled and gobbled his cock up like Thanksgiving dinner. He
was close, really close to climaxing and as much as he wanted to let loose all
over Midoriya’s face, he decided against it. Midoriya came up for another
breath.
 
“You always take so long, I’m jealous, Todoroki-kun!” Midoriya praised but
received nothing in return aside from a hand in his hair. That hand wasn’t
there to praise him, it tugged on his green locks of hair in a not-so-gentle
way and he was forced to get back to work and orally pleasure Todoroki. Not
that he minded at all. His eyes stared up at Shouto, he watched as his lips
twitched and eyes closed. Midoriya watched as his breathing quickened before
his head was forced down and all breathing stopped.
 
“Why not? It’s a great name, it’s got a ring to it, makes you sound manly!”
Kirishima listed off the reasons why Katsuki should change his hero name to
Bakubro on his fingers with a bright smile on his face. He watched in amusement
as Bakugou got more and more annoyed with the persistent idea before setting
off a minor explosion and shutting him up.
 
“That name is fucking retarded, Kiri. You know that, fuck off!” Kacchan was so
predictable now, especially with his anger issues and all but that was the last
thing Midoriya should be worrying about right now. He couldn’t breathe. He was
never good at holding his breath but even so, Todoroki kept a firm hand on the
back of his head. He was going to gag!
 
“It’s an awesome name and you know it, dude!” Kirishima started again, going
quiet and listening for a moment before flashing his sharp teeth and leaning in
to kiss Bakugou’s cheek. Katsuki immediately wiped his face clean but didn’t
protest or complain. In fact, he blushed and looked away with a groan.
 
“Don’t, not here at least. You can…” Katsuki sighed. “You can come to my house
after school. If you do that again, I’ll blow your fucking lips off.” He
threatened quietly, his hand already sparking up but Kirishima merely laughed,
slapping his hand away and grabbing it gently, kissing his knuckles anyway.
 
“Cool. Let’s go then, Katty.” There was another minor explosion before the
bathroom went quiet again and they finally left. Midoriya’s vision was blurry
by now, his eyes nearly rolling back. Todoroki pulled him off and he sucked in
a quick breath, coughing and gripping Todoroki’s knee.
 
He didn’t ask if he was okay, neither said nothing while Midoriya caught his
breath. He recovered quickly, great. This was fine. Midoriya reassured himself
once more as he wrapped his lips around the tip of Todoroki’s member, his
tongue lathering the tip and sliding up in between the slit of his cock. He was
sensitive there, Izuku knew that. He’d done this enough times to know that.
 
“C’mon…” Shouto hissed through his teeth, tugging and pulling at his green hair
eagerly. A few more moments of constant sucking and he finally felt the orgasm
that was tickling his balls all fucking day hit him like a bus. He thrust his
hips forward, filling Izuku’s mouth without warning but he knew to swallow by
now with no complaints. Complaints would get him slapped. He didn’t need a hand
mark on his cheek during school hours. He pulled his face away, sitting back on
his knees with his hands in his lap. He swallowed every last drop without
whining about it and sat still, waiting for what he should do next.
 
“Get up, go to class.” Todoroki spoke quietly as to not draw attention to the
bathroom. “Don’t wash your mouth out.” He’d have that taste on his tongue all
day if he didn’t but Midoriya stood and nodded simply, hell, he even smiled as
some sort of thanks. Did Midoriya consider a mouthful of semen a token of their
undying friendship? The thought made Todoroki laugh a bit.
 
“Y-... Yes sir.” Midoriya was really starting to feel nicknames. Former names?
Names he was required to call Todoroki and names he’d be called in secret.
Shouto liked the way that rolled off his lips and said nothing about it as
Midoriya left the bathroom before him.
 
-
 
“You’ve nearly missed lunch completely!” Uraraka cried, standing up and
slamming her hands down against the table but despite, she was smiling.
“Contest! Contest! Eating contest, let’s go!” She challenged quickly. Midoriya
couldn’t help but grin.
 
He took a seat across from her, his lunch was cold now but he didn’t mind once
he picked his bowl up, his chopsticks ready on Iida’s mark.
 
Midoriya lost.
 
“I win! I win!” She cheered, latching onto Midoriya’s arm. “Where’s my prize?”
She asked eagerly, her eyes were big and bright as well as her smile as he
awaited for whatever Midoriya thought of on the spot. He merely kissed her.
 
“Milkshakes, at the mall after school today?” He offered and she happily
accepted, planting another sweet kiss on his soft lips.
 
“Oh, we should all hang out together more! Iida-kun?” Uraraka and Midoriya
watched Iida walk off without another word, that was rather odd but neither let
it bring down their mood. They had to get to class and would worry about
figuring out what was wrong later. He’d told them specifically not to worry
about Ingenium, so they didn’t question or bother with the sensitive topic.
“The mall, after school!” Uraraka reminded, pecking his cheek and dashing off
to her own desk behind Iida. He watched her from the corner of his eye before
focusing his attention on the back of Bakugou’s head.
 
So Katsuki actually managed to find a lover, huh? Midoriya wasn’t surprised,
Kacchan had always been attractive and maybe Kirishima liked how manly he was.
He couldn’t quite pinpoint it but it was slightly reassuring to know he wasn’t
the only one with a secret relationship of the same sex.
 
-
 
His mouth had really taken a beating this time, his throat was sore and his jaw
ached. He was starting to really get used to the feeling of having a penis in
his mouth and he sometimes tasted it when Todoroki wasn’t even around. By now,
Midoriya could call himself a professional cocksucker, a truly amazing
achievement.
 
But wow! It hurt to eat, to talk, to hum even. All because there was a big
bruise at the back of his throat, a dull pain in his jaw. Todoroki must be
enjoying it to some degree if Midoriya was left with what felt like fucking
whiplash. Here he was again though, taking it hard into his throat like a
champ, he’s endured worse.
 
The room was filled with the sound of Todoroki’s fat cock slamming against the
back of Izuku’s poor throat as well as slight suction, Midoriya’s in and out
humming and gasping, and nearly inaudible grunts from Todoroki-kun himself.
Midorya had only one eye open, his was afraid to get semen in his eye, Todoroki
had a tendency not to warn Midoriya before pulling out and letting loose all
over his face as if he owned it, which he kind of did by now.
 
Midoriya was ready this time, he was always too caught up in his own thoughts
about the situation and was usually caught off guard. He was always
unsuspecting and distracting, Todoroki couldn’t help but give him a reminder of
where he was, what he was doing and why.
 
Midoriya watched with determination, he’d be ready this time for sure, he was
even excited for it. He stroked what his lips couldn’t reach and after a solid
minute, Todoroki gripped his hair tightly, pulling his face away but Midoriya
was faster than that. He pushed he head forward, taking the tip into his mouth
and feeling it fill his mouth like cream in a donut.
 
Midoriya had never been great with Metaphors.
 
Before he could even swallow, he felt Shouto’s hand crack across his face. He
slapped him, again. Midoriya swallowed, sitting up straight again, his hands in
his lap. He cheek stung but he didn’t dare touch it now. “Sorry, I couldn’t
help myself.” Midoriya whispered unapologetically, staring down at his lap.
 
Todoroki didn’t say anything at first, he simply sighed. The most punishment
Midoriya got were slaps, that was most likely a mistake. Todoroki needed to
think outside the box, try some different method of getting Midoriya to listen.
He wasn’t sure if Midoriya should want Shouto to take disciplinary actions or
not, as in, should he like what he got for acting up like this?
 
“Okay.” He whispered, taking a seat on Midoriya’s bed and smoothing his dress
pants before patting his lap gently. “Come here.” He murmured, waiting for
Midoriya to follow directions. He did, kind of. He tried to sit in Todoroki’s
lap but that wasn’t what he was quite aiming for. “No no.” He spoke calmly,
making Midoriya stand again with a questioning look before realization dawned
across his beautiful features and he did a near swan dive over his lap.
 
“I’m excited!” He chimed a little too excitedly. It seemed as though the filter
between his mind and his mouth disappeared once this whole arrangement started.
His entire demeanor has been changing since their little affair started. Izuku
was kind of a… a douche now. He didn’t seem to care about what he said or how
he said it. He was smart though, manipulative and he knew it. Todoroki knew he
was getting the bad end of this entire thing, having to keep this a secret
because they both knew this was completely and utterly wrong. They shouldn’t be
doing this but there was nothing more Todoroki wanted than to have Midoriya all
to himself, to know and hope that he was the only one who got to do things like
pull his trousers down and spank him because he swallowed the load that was
meant for his face. That’s okay though, he was getting hard again anyway.
 
It was too late to turn back now, Shouto had a few ideas for what he should do
now that he was finally met with Midoriya’s rear behind. He could slap it, he
could fuck it, play with it, brand it and more. He could. He would. Midoriya
was a virgin, a very attractive one at that and Todoroki was lucky he was given
the chance to take that away from him. To be Izuku’s first, that was a dream
come true for sure. So he didn’t spank him, not yet at least. They didn’t have
lube, he didn’t think they did, he didn’t see any in that fancy shoebox of
Midoriya’s but they didn’t need it. He’d seen way too much gay porn after
researching this once it started to not know what to do or use to substitute
lubricant.
 
The position he managed to pull him and Midoriya into was comfortable, he
didn’t expect that. Midoriya was kind of heavy and when he took a minute to
really feel him up, he could feel the slight bit of padding in his sides and
thighs. That was cute. He had a little bit of baby fat. “What are you doing?”
Izuku murmured the question but didn’t pull or shift away from him, he froze in
place when he felt Todoroki reach behind him, his pants shucked off onto the
bedroom floor.
 
“It’s almost been a month, ‘Zuku.” Todoroki muttered. Something had to change,
things needed to accelerate. “Relax.” He finished, forcing his fingers into
Midoriya’s hot mouth, moving them around slowly. Izuku didn’t mind at all, he
closed his eyes and sucked gently, his cheeks heating up just a little. He made
a few humming noises and rested his head against Todoroki’s chest just as he
pulled his two wet fingers from his lips. Midoriya whined distastefully but
smiled when he finally realized what was going on. He was finally going to lose
his virginity. He was ecstatic to say the least, if only he could boast about
it without Uraraka somehow finding out.
 
“Should we try a different position? I really want this to be memorable.”
Midoriya sat up, sitting in his boxers and uniform undershirt. Midoriya didn’t
want what he saw in the movies, the slow and romantic love making of a young
heterosexual couple who can’t have a regular love thanks to some parent or the
other. That bored him out of his mind and never quite satisfied him when it
came to watching the movie in general. “Tie me up again, okay?”
 
Shouto nodded softly, looking around the room he’d kept track of keeping clean
and reaching down under the bed. The rope wasn’t very hard to find and before
long, he had Izuku right where he wanted him. At this point, what Shouto needed
was confidence. He was still shy about dirty talking, afraid of sounding
stupid.
 
Midoriya was restrained, his wrists tightly bound to the small bed posts of his
headboard and his legs were firmly tied together. The rope was so tight around
his thick thighs and knees that he could barely move, much less bend them. He
wiggled, smiling when he found that he could not, in fact, movie. “Good, I like
this.” He whispered just before Todoroki hovered over him, pushing his favorite
gag between his lips and buckling it in the back.
 
“Hearing you talk hurts my ears.” Shouto lied casually, making Midoriya yearn
for him even more than before. Shouto slowly unbuttoned the cotton, white shirt
that separated his hands and Midoriya’s chest. Faded bruises from their last
few meetups. Todoroki stares at his chest for a few seconds before looking up
to Midoriya’s wide, green eyes. “What?” He asked a little insolently and
pinched his chest softly, watching Midoriya wiggle. He let out a shaky breath
through his nose and moaned around the gag when his sight was taken by the
blindfold being tied over his eyes.
 
That was better for sure. Midoriya was already panting and Todoroki hadn’t
really even touched him but one glance down and he could see Midoriya’s
seemingly aching arousal. Todoroki rubbed down against his boxers. “Must be
painful.” He whispered, shaking his head and sitting up. Midoriya looked
amazing, perfect, wrapped up in rope and little clothing. He looked to be
Shouto’s Christmas present, all he was missing was a ribbon. Todoroki suddenly
felt heat down in his lower regions and gripped the waistband of Midoriya’s
boxers, pulling and ripping them apart with a loud tear that seemed to do a
number on Izuku who clenched his fists and moaned whorishly. Todoroki was
learning more and more about this kid every day, he really liked animalic
behavior. As in, he found it breathtakingly hot for someone to just not care.
For them to do what only needed to be done to get what they wanted and that
seemed to be Todoroki for Izuku’s virginity right now.
 
Midoriya was humming around the gag, his member was free but still in pain. He
was hard, extremely hard and Todoroki was getting ready to fix the problem
before Izuku’s phone started ringing. Shouto opted to ignore it, lifting it
from the nightstand and sliding his thumb across to decline the call but saw it
was Uraraka. He wasn’t sure if she’d swing by later out of worry, Midoriya
hadn’t filled him in about the talk they had. He looked down to Izuku who’d
gone quiet and still, listening. Todoroki answered.
 
“Hello?” Todoroki didn’t bother trying to sound like Izuku, it’d never work and
would raise suspicion.
 
“Hey Deku! Just calling to ask and see if you’d like-”
 
“It’s Todoroki. Not Midoriya.” He interrupted, not interested in what she had
to say. “We’re busy… Studying that is. We’re studying, and training. Busy too,
so he can’t make it.” To whatever Uraraka was going to invite him to. He didn’t
care much, this was the girl he was competing with after all.
 
Todoroki hung up before she could reply, turning the phone off and tossing it
away in the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Back to where they were,
they’d just been getting to the really good part. Todoroki’s fingers weren’t
wet like before and as much as he liked the feel of Midoriya’s mouth, he spat
on his fingers and without warning, finally touched the one place Izuku had
never been touched.
 
Just a little pressure made Midoriya’s body flush red all over, he was red now,
blushing all over. He’d never seen him so flustered, even through the gag and
blindfold he could see it. Todoroki bit his bottom lip, he was just as hard and
excited. There was one thing on both of their minds, today was the day for
sure. They could think of nothing else.
 
Before long, his fingers were in, twisting and wiggling freely. It was nothing
like anything Midoriya had experienced before. It hurt just a little but the
foreign feeling of having something actually inside of him for the first time
made him want to push back against them, he wanted something more, deeper,
bigger. He felt little waves of pleasure in his abdomen and lower back and what
felt like a shock of electricity through his body when Todoroki brushed the tip
of his fingers over that one special spot he’d read so much about but it was
much more than he expected, more than his body could physically handle.
 
His body felt like complete jelly, he felt so damn weak and vulnerable like
this. He’d wanted just this and nothing more from no one else. If this gag
wasn’t between his fat lips, he’d be louder than he usually was.
 
Midoriya was pulling against the restraints, the skin on his wrists was
breaking, his legs would have red lines all over thanks to how much he was
squirming. Spit dripped down his cheeks and around the gag. Fuck, he couldn’t
take it, he was so close and had been for a bit but this was just barely enough
to keep his orgasm at bay but still close enough to make his cock throb.
 
Todoroki needed it just as much as Midoriya, it was finally time and not long
after he pulled his fingers out and away, his member was already pushing in as
the prime replacement. It was so sudden! He was pushing in way too fast, he
couldn’t say a word for very obvious reasons. Oh God, it felt like he was being
torn in half, too deep too deep, way_too_fucking_deep, he tried to pull away
but his head was against the headboard as is.
 
He felt heat, his skin was burning and the ropes around his legs were gone,
burned to ashes and between his legs was the body of Todoroki Shouto. He was
barbaric, that’s what he felt at least. Midoriya quivered underneath him
pathetically, breathing extremely heavily, he needed this fucking gag off. He
clenched his fists, this wasn’t too much, it wasn’t enough.
 
Todoroki paused to pull the gag off and before Midoriya could even suck a
breath in, Shouto’s lips were against his, moving. He was overwhelmed right
now, he’d definitely remember this, all the feelings he was enduring. The way
his body was shaking, how his lungs were aching, how Todoroki’s cock pulsed
inside him like a second heartbeat. He couldn’t help but let out a heavy,
ragged breath when he got the chance.
 
He threw his head back against the headboard, his head hurt but neither stopped
to acknowledge it. Shouto pulled out before bucking his hips forward, back
where they were just moments before, right where they belonged, in between the
thighs of Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya screamed, different things surging through
him, making him feel conflicted and confused and eager for more of whatever the
hell was going on. He felt delirious.
 
“Todoroki-kun, Todo- Todoroki.” Midoriya breathed his name against his lips, he
wanted to run his hands through his hair, look into his eyes. He couldn’t
though he knew it was Todoroki by the sound of his breathing and the feel of
his hair tickling his face. He bucked up into him again, and again, and again.
 
He didn’t realize until after it happened, he’d already orgasmed, driving his
body up and arching his back, the pleasure ripped through him at an alarming
intensity, the passion was too much.
 
Midoriya couldn’t feel his legs at this point, it was too fast, a blur in his
mind, the way he thrusted up into him like a fucking monster. Shouto couldn’t
slow down even if he wanted to. He dug his teeth into Midoriya’s collarbone,
using it was leverage to pick up the pace. Faster. Faster. Faster. Harder and
faster, those were his two objectives, this needed to be a memory Midoriya
would recall on every single fucking date he was on with her. He wanted this
bitch to remember the way Shouto fucked him the day he manned up and had sex
with Ochako. It was his goal for Midoriya to having nothing but Todoroki’s cock
on his mind when he potentially married that girl.
 
As sick as it sounded, that was just competition baby. That’s how the world
works, how his world works. Go big or go home. He pulled out for a few seconds,
Midoriya using this time to actually catch his breath and groan. A few seconds
pass before he enters him with such force, he screamed like he did before. It
took Shouto five whole minutes to realize that those screams and whines and
yelps and whimpers and moans and groans were actually words, they were his
name, over and over again followed by a few statements that made his dick throb
inside him.
 
Midoriya’s insides were so hot, so warm, so tight around him. His member was
being fucking strangled and he loved it, loved the feeling, especially when the
little fucker orgasmed and tightened around him. He was going to milk this
whore, right here and right the fuck now.
 
Having Todoroki-kun inside him in all actuality was much different from the
simple fantasies he had every other night. It was so much better, much more
mind boggling. He was so fucking fast, much faster than the pornstars in videos
he’s watched for actual research, much rougher with how he pulled Midoriya’s
hair and scratched at his thighs when his immense grip slipped.
 
The bed creaked beneath them, Midoriya cried out beneath him, Todoroki smiled
sadistically above him, his lips curling up in a sinister grin Midoriya could
not see.“More!”He’d inadvertently requested and just that word pushed his
partner in crime over the edge. Deeper. He was going to fill him up. He
unloaded inside of the fucked up boy unapologetically, grunting lowly at the
feeling.
 
When he pulled out for the last time, Midoriya was filled to the brim with
Shouto’s semen. He was a mess here, covered in bite marks, saliva, cum from the
both of them and sweat. They both needed a shower, desperately but Midoriya
seemed to have other plans as he was beginning to relax and possibly fall
asleep. Todoroki wasn’t having it. He pulled the blindfold off, tossing it away
to look down into Izuku’s tired eyes. “Let’s take a shower.” He proposed the
idea nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just fucked his brains out.
 
“T-together?” He panted, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them
again, a small smiling on his soft lips. “I’d like that.”
 
-
 
“How was training?” Uraraka questioned, latching herself onto Midoriya’s arm.
They had ten minutes before class started and usually spent it talking with the
other students. “You look horrible, what kind of training were you doing?”
 
Midoriya did look pretty bad, his cheeks had red indents, his hands and wrists
had thin scabs from the ropes as well as his legs. He had a limp and
everything. “Hostage rescue.” He croaked. “I was the hostage.” He whispered,
smiling down at her with a worry-free expression.
 
“Oh! Makes sense. I should join you two next time, Gunhead taught me all about
saving hostages and disarming small weapons.” Midoriya shook his head, the
weapon that was used on him was certainly not a small weapon. It felt much
bigger inside him than in his hand.
 
“No, it’s fine. Think of it as… as uh- bro time? Cause we’re bros.” Midoriya
was flustered by now, his cheeks red as always but Uraraka seemed to buy it as
did Kirishima who could not help but intervene on a conversation with the word
‘Bro’.
 
“Bro time? I’m not invited to bro time, Midoriya?” Kirishima cried, wrapping
his arms around Midoriya’s shoulders, squeezing and lifting him, Midoriya was
breathless from laughing. Kirishima was always a manly hugger, he’d guess he
was.
 
“Okay!” Midoriya wheezed. “You can come next time!” Now he had to make time for
Kirishima, if he was actually serious. That meant he needed better lies, more
excuses to present Uraraka and Kirishima to keep him in the clear. They’d
managed to keep all this a secret for an entire month now, how much harder
could it get?
 
Actually training rather than engaging in acts of intimacy was much more
productive but Izuku just couldn’t help it. All it took was a kiss, just a
little kiss and all he could bring himself to think about was more. During
class, during training, while he was eating or showering or cleaning or
cooking.
 
-
 
“A schedule?” Todoroki repeated slowly, sitting on Midoriya’s computer chair.
He blinked a few times, waiting for Izuku to elaborate.
 
“Yes, Shouto. A schedule. Maybe instead of a week, this can be expanded into a
month.” Midoriya wouldn’t have believed it if three years ago, he was told he’d
have so many people to hang out with to the point of having too little time to
do so in a week. He didn’t think he’d have friends outside of Kacchan himself.
That being said, he should probably hang out with Kacchan too. “Not to mention
the summer vacation trip coming up in a few months.” Todoroki raised his brows,
this would be going on for that long? He wondered how long until the
inevitable, the day they were found out or if that day would ever even come. He
didn’t want it to but he would like to one day be more than just a booty call
of sorts. A dirty secret.
 
The day Midoriya finally called Shouto his boyfriend is the day he’d surpass
All Might.
 
“So I was thinking, maybe it’d be better if you came by after I hang out with
Uraraka, so then she doesn’t bother us.” The fact that Midoriya used the word
‘bother’ made Todoroki’s stomach heat up, did he think of her as some sort of
nuisance? He shouldn’t get his hopes up.
 
“Or… or you can maybe… break up with her?” Todoroki suggested quietly, watching
as Midoriya stared at him with utter confusion.
 
“Why would I do that?” He questioned as though the idea was the craziest he’s
ever heard. “I don’t want to, so I won’t. She’s fine, don’t worry about her.”
But it wasn’t her that Shouto was worried about. It was about himself, his
freezing heart, Midoriya’s seemingly crippling innocence and morals. He never
knew someone so shy and flustered would be as confident and guilt free doing
something like cheating on what he thought was an amazing girlfriend.
 
“No, I think the real problem is timing.” Midoriya continued, stretching out on
his bed and sighing lightly, staring up at the ceiling. “If I divide my time up
equally amongst you and Uraraka, she’d surely expect more time with me given
she’s my girlfriend and believes you’re just my friend so maybe if she thinks
we’re spending less time together, she won’t want too much more from me but
then again this is Uraraka, I can’t exactly predict how she’s feeling unless
I’m already with her. I should try different approaches to see what works the
best for me, we can start out with you coming by only when she thinks I’m busy
with something else on my own but it has to be something she wouldn’t try
helping with. Training and studying is out of the question, she’d definitely
drop by for those but maybe if it was a personal family type of thing like
family nights with me and my mom but I’d probably have to ask my mom to lie for
me and she would never do that for something like this. Though, my mom hardly
ever talks to or about Uraraka, she’s usually at work downtown in the nursing
home, Uraraka never goes there for sure. That’s it then!”
 
Midoriya’s murmuring never failed to amaze Shouto, never failed to worry him
either. “That’s what, then?” He asked, having only been able to catch a few
words of that.
 
“I’ll tell Ura-san my mom wants to spend more time with me throughout the
weeks, like Mondays and Thursdays are now family game nights or something of
the sorts and she won’t even make the trouble to call me much less swing by and
interrupt. My mom would be at the nursing home late those nights, I’m usually
up to greet her anyway. Those could be nights for us.”
 
“Only two?” It had been at least four days a week for them.
 
“I can maybe do three, excluding a weekend day if you’re up for seeing me that
much still. I don’t want it to be suspicious or anything although she wouldn’t
expect you to be around for two of those nights so four can still work for sure
and the last three will be spent with Uraraka, but we surely wouldn’t go on
three dates a week, just simple phone conversations or hanging out with other
friends.” Todoroki stopped him before he could mutter some more, he was weary
of it by now.
 
“Right, four times a week.” Shouto concluded. “Let’s talk about something
else.”
 
“Okay, let’s talk about… about…” He trailed off, sitting up on his knees. It
was just the day before this one that he’d lost his virginity and Todoroki
wondered if maybe he had been a little too rough even for someone like
Midoriya. He was a first-timer after all but all worry ceased when Midoriya
suggested they do it all again. He gently pat the space next to him on the bed
with a soft, tentative smile before outstretching his arms to Todoroki,
silently beckoning him. Todoroki was silent as he stood, taking the few steps
between them and sitting next to Midoriya.
 
Shouto scooted back once Midoriya took the spot in his lap, making himself nice
and comfortable before wrapping his arms around Todoroki’s neck. Todoroki-kun?”
He whispered before anything more could happen.
 
“What?”
 
“Am I… am I a bad person?” His voice was soft and shy. “Am I bad for not
feeling terrible about all this?” About the sex, the pain, the kinks or the
cheating? Todoroki wasn’t quite sure what he was asking exactly but shook his
head anyway. A good person doing one bad thing didn’t change their label. One
bad thing didn’t ruin the rest.
 
“No.” No he wasn’t, his answer seemed to be amusing to Izuku who smiled and
looked up at Todoroki with half-lidded eyes.
 
“Yeah, I am.” His voice was barely audible at this point. “I’m a terrible
person. Very… very bad.” He closed his eyes and his breathing slowed. “Fuck
me.”
 
“Okay.”
 
It wasn’t as extreme as yesterday but it wasn’t entirely vanilla either. He
wasn’t blinded or gagged but his hands were restrained together, nice and
simple. Midoriya was on his knees, his cheek against his pillow and his rear
behind raised up. Shouto had a firm grip on his hips, squeezing them tightly
every time he pushed in.
 
Midoriya felt just as tight yesterday but much more relaxed. It was a little
slower too, Midoriya let out small, tired murmurs and moans which were muffled
by the pillow. “Mhh… Deeper.” He whispered and Todoroki complied, massaging his
lower back with his thumbs gently. This was nice, he liked the feel of this
much more than yesterday despite how amazing it felt being his first time.
 
Midoriya was mostly quiet and Todoroki had to wonder if he was falling asleep
but when he tried to pull away, Midoriya creased his brows and whined, pushing
back for more and letting him know that he was not, in fact, asleep.
 
-
 
“That’s what a boyfriend is.” Kirishima concluded, sitting across from Bakugou
in Bakugou’s surprisingly clean room. He’d met his lovely mother and
terrifyingly encountered an everyday conversation between the two which
involved the words ‘hag’ and ‘little shit’ about six times each amongst others.
“I’m your boyfriend.”
 
“Shut up.” Katsuki growled, bending and snapping a pencil in half. “What’s your
point?” He questioned, staring up at his bright white shark teeth and radiant
red eyes.
 
“We shouldn’t keep it a secret anymore, bro! Really, it’d be so much easier to
not hide it.” Eijirou reasoned with a big smile.
 
“No.”
 
“Aw come on! What have we got to hide? You’re not embarrassed of me, are you?”
Kirishima questioned, somehow still smiling. He knew that wasn’t the problem
and knew Katsuki cared a shit ton about him as he’d said before. “I just
thought… you were more of a man.”
 
“What the fuck does that mean?” He never called Kirishima ‘shitty hair’ unless
his vibrant red hair was actually up and as much as he loved it that way, there
was something about the way it looked down. It looked nice. Katsuki would never
admit it but he really liked it.
 
“Nothing, nothing! It’s just… Midoriya established his relationship and made it
known. They’re the cutest couple in our class, probably in the school! I never
thought he’d beat you at something so simple, y’know?” Kirishima smiled once he
felt the heat of a thousand suns through the palms of Katsuki’s hands.
 
“Shut the fuck up, Deku didn’t win! He can’t even kiss a girl without turning
as red as your stupid fucking hair!” He screamed in that voice Kirishima
enjoyed listening to.
 
“You can’t kiss me in public at all.” Eijirou pondered aloud, looking up to the
ceiling as if he wasn’t counting on Bakugou getting angry.
 
“That damn nerd doesn’t know what’s coming.” He growled, in the dark about the
fact that Deku did indeed know about his relationship with Eijirou Kirishima.
His ‘boyfriend’.
 
“Bro, calm down… Bro.” Kirishima stood with a smile. “Let’s go weightlift or
something.” Bakugou always calmed down while lifting weights, especially when
Kirishima was there to stand over and spot him. His big smile made him work
harder, the faster he benched a hundred and forty pounds, the faster he got to
kiss those fucking lips. His tongue was always covered in small cuts but they
did little to stop him.
 
Not to mention the way Kirishima seemed at a loss for words when it got too hot
and Bakugou had to take his shirt off. There was no denying Katsuki’s
attractive build, he wanted to drag his tongue up along his chest and flaunt to
the world. He wanted to stand up on his desk and say ‘Hey! This is my
boyfriend, the attractive Bakugou Katsuki as the next number one hero!’ because
hey, it was true.
 
“Fine. Whatever.” Kacchan agreed. “Don’t call me bro. I’m not your fucking
bro…”
 
“Right, you’re my boyfriend, Kitty.” Bakugou hated that fucking nickname but it
was better than katty.
 
“I’m gonna roast you.” He threatened, an explosion popping in his palm
menacingly but the only response he got was a mere peck on the lips. 
***** slob on my knob *****
Chapter Summary
     There's so much fucking smut in this, fair warning and viewer
     discretion advised, there'll be much more in the future.
Chapter Notes
     Special thanks to Demonic_Jelly and MediocreWriter for commenting the
     most and being here from my trash ass beginning lmfao ty
     I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I kinda don't like it.
     Let me know what you think.
Todoroki gripped Midoriya’s elbows from behind, his face was red and his eyes
were closed in concentration. They were in Midoriya’s bedroom, the house was
empty aside from them and the little yelps and whimpers Midoriya let slip
through his bruised lips. They were short, cutting off every time Todoroki
thrusted up into him. His hips were quick and curt, the slapping of skin was
filling the room but it wasn’t enough to drown out the actual crying of
Midoriya. Why he cried, Todoroki wasn’t sure he believed him when he told him
why. ‘Because it feels good, they’re tears of joy’ Shouto had been informed.
 
The fact that his penis could do something like that made him smile. He pushed
his face into Midoriya’s hair, taking in his scent. He smelled like coconuts,
must be his shampoo. His nails dug into Izuku’s sensitive skin, he grunted
against him when Midoriya let out a shaky sob of pleasure, his body tensing.
The younger of the two bucked his hips forward, his body shaking like a fucking
chihuahua while he came hard, all over his bedsheets. He took a few deep
breaths and Todoroki was motionless. He gave him a few seconds to recover and
calm his breathing before he started moving again, his cock digging up deep
inside him and Midoriya screamed. No matter how many times, he never got used
to how deep Todoroki could go. How far up inside him he got when he wanted.
Midoriya clenched his jaw, his eyes rolling back into his skull for a few
moments before his irises and pupils reappeared.
 
“Problem?” Shouto questioned incriminatingly, making brief eye contact with
Midoriya, he glared at him, making him whimper like a scared puppy. He quickly
shook his head.
 
“No, n-not at all, Sir.” He whispered hastily, his voice was quiet and brisk
and breathless, full of desperation and he pushed back against Todoroki to
prove his point even if he was obviously experiencing pain. As for the name
calling, Todoroki wasn’t all too into it but he said nothing about it, allowing
it to continue for the sake of Izuku’s breathtaking and astonishing sex life.
 
Todoroki sucked in a sharp breath, biting his bottom lip and letting go of
Midoriya’s elbows, letting his fall face down into his pillow. His arms were
tied behind his back with thick, black rope. It looked nice on him to say the
least, as did the other marks that’d be hidden by his uniform the upcoming
Monday but neither spoke of their days at school, too busy fucking like
animals. That, and Todoroki wasn’t interested in hearing about Uraraka and her
plans to exceed her limit of three tons. He doubted Midoriya cared to hear
about his day doing absolutely nothing but learning and accidentally listening
in on conversations that meant nothing to him.
 
Midoriya whined into the pillow before gasping in surprise. “You… You bit me!”
He announced, his eyes fluttering shut. Shouto had indeed bitten him, his
shoulder would have a bite blemish there after this but Shouto couldn’t
possibly bring himself to think or stress over something like that. His throat
felt kind of scratchy but soon after that observation was made, he knew why. He
had subconsciously started growling. His cock was plunging in and out of the
dazed teen, his hands were on his hips, burning him on his left. His body felt
hot, beyond the boiling point.
 
Midoriya was outwardly crying, screaming and squealing for more. Whatever he
was slamming the fat head of his member into seemed to bring Midoriya great
pleasure because every time he did, Izuku seemed to hit a higher octave. It was
impressive really.
 
Midoriya shouted, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open when he felt the
steaming hot cum fill him up, his insides were hot but he liked the feeling
more than he should’ve. It felt nice, comfortable but shameful nonetheless. He
relaxed, finally, panting heavily like a dog. Todoroki stared down at his
bruised back before pulling out, much to Izuku’s distaste. “Mhf…” He whined
into the pillow before sitting up, his fingers worked to try and untie himself
but goddamn Shouto always made such complicated knots.
 
“I hope you don’t think we’re done here.” Todoroki hissed into his ear, his
lips brushing up against his earlobe, making Midoriya unsure of whether he
should feel panicked or overjoyed. Before he could decide, he was pulled back
into Todoroki’s lap. He looked back at him, shamefaced and red. He popped his
bottom lip out, trying to catch Shouto in that famous puppy-dog face that
worked on everyone including him 90% of the time but unfortunately, this was a
10% situation and his merely felt a hot hand against his ass, pain shooting up
through him. Midoriya let a small mewl escape his lips.
 
Midoriya was a hard worker but there were times when he didn’t want to work at
all, to just lay back and get defiled over and over until his hole was
stretched to the size of a shower drain and beyond, only for it to happen a few
days later when it finally went back down to its original size. “Do I-”
 
“Yes. Do it.” Todoroki didn’t have to threaten him, his hand lit up, the
flame’s heat already reaching the skin of Midoriya and he nodded quickly, his
ears darkening into a nice red color. He lifted himself up as much as he could
with his hands still restrained behind him. He blushed at the feeling of his
rear behind being spread, his gaping hole on display for his secret master who
grinned deviously at the sight. He couldn’t not be proud of himself for doing
something like, well, nearly obliterating someone’s asshole. He was going to
fucking wreck him again.
 
He watched with amusement as Midoriya shyly and hesitantly lowered himself
down, Shouto’s cock filling him up again and feeling just as good, if not more,
inside of him. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes were shut by the time he
reached the last few inches. He couldn’t do that to himself, it was too big,
too much. He loved it when Todoroki forced it in, how he made it fit like a
small glove. Todoroki groaned as well, Midoriya’s rear behind was always so
welcoming and warm.
 
Shouto couldn’t keep still and pushed his hips up, the rest of his cock
brutally annihilating Midoriya’s rectum structure. Izuku’s face was red, his
eyes were staring up at the ceiling. His breathing was ragged. “Move.” Todoroki
barked, slapping Midoriya’s ass and watching him scramble to move and awkwardly
bouncing up and know, using his knees but while he felt exposed and
uncomfortable with the position, Todoroki was enjoying the show.
 
Plump, red, sensitive and marked with Todoroki’s handprints, Midoriya had such
a beautiful rump, Shouto wanted to bite into it. Like an apple. Later.
 
Midoriya progressively got more and more comfortable with the position and
bouncing once he found a pace and angle he liked, the feeling of being filled
up was his favorite to endure. He moaned and whined, this was like a workout
with immediate rewards.
 
Even after they had their orgasms, Todoroki wasn’t done with him. “Fuck, fuck,
oh my god! Oh my-... God!” His voice raised near the end of his words. He was
on his side, a blindfold over his eyes with one leg bent and pulled up. He
never thought about how flexible he was and though this was no acrobatic trick,
the way his body just fit into the positions with Todoroki made his chest burst
with warmth. For some reason.
 
He felt Shouto’s chest against his back, his hard member up inside him. “It’s
been… h-hours!” He cried, he’d be stunned if he wasn’t getting anally pounded
as hard as he was their first round. It had started this morning, Saturday
mornings had never been so exciting and it was only just nearing two in the
afternoon. A whopping five hours. That could be a record.
 
The heat, the tightness, Midoriya in general, he could never get enough and
usually left on school nights with less than he’d hoped for. Today was his day
though, it was the first Saturday in which Midoriya didn’t have plans with
either Uraraka or his mother as well as the first Saturday where Inko worked
all day. Midoriya had called him over ASAP.
 
Todoroki reached around Midoriya’s weak body, wrapping his hand around his neck
and squeezing, keeping him in place for his last handful of desperate, sloppy,
hard and heavy thrusts of sheer force. Midoriya hadn’t screamed since around
the third round but here he was, shouting out again, tears prickling his eyes
as they both came at the same time. The orgasm racked through Izuku’s body much
harder than the previous ones, his body went rigid, lightning seemingly
shooting through him. He felt as though he was hit by a bus of metaphorical
pleasure. Midoriya sobbed next to him, wiggling his arms before Todoroki
finally burned the rope off. Midoriya reached up quickly, removing the
blindfold and shaking his head. “I’m done! I can’t.... I can’t handle anymore,
I-I’m sorry,” He shook and shuddered in his place, his body covered from neck
to near ankles in bruises, burns, hickey’s, love bites and other indications to
their passionate, sexual activities. Including but not limited to what looked
to be actual cupful amounts of Todoroki Shouto’s delicious ejaculate.
 
Todoroki was done anyway and when he finally calmed down from his own jaw-
dropping climax, he took a good look at the state Midoriya was in. Despite the
tears, the teen looked up to Shouto and actually smiled before falling asleep
immediately. Todoroki stared down at the sleeping boy with dreamy eyes,
blinking a few times before coming to the conclusion that he should clean them
up. He did.
 
He took a bath with a delirious Midoriya who just couldn’t stop smiling for
whatever reason. His eyes were droopy and he was still quite sleepy but the
bath was nice and warm, especially with Todoroki heating it up before it could
get cold.
 
Midoriya was cuddled up to Shouto’s chest, blinking slowly in the dark bathtub,
they agreed to keep the lights off for the sake of the mood and neither minded
whatsoever. Shouto rubbed Izuku’s back gently in slow, soothing strokes while
Midoriya pressed his hand flat down on Todoroki’s chest. He felt a gnawing ache
all over his body, his legs were tangled in with Todoroki’s as he relaxed and
breathed slowly, calmly. “I should get going.” Todoroki murmured, sitting up
and listening to Midoriya whine in disapproval.
 
“No, stay, I like having you here.” He yawned, rubbing his face and doing his
best to sit up while avoiding the sharp pain in his ass. “Do you… have to go?”
Izuku questioned, reaching forward to weakly grip Shouto’s bicep.
 
“No.” His response was dull and casual but gave no indications of staying. Why
should he? Sitting there and cuddling with his fucktoy who he was deeply in
love with while thinking of what could be but won’t because it was extremely
painful. It ate at him emotionally and mentally. “I’m leaving.” Todoroki
concluded, standing and wrapping a towel around his waist.
 
Midoriya blinked up at him a few times, resting his chin in the palm of his
hand and his elbow on the edge of the shiny bathtub. “Well on your way out, can
you get me my phone?” It was a simple request though Midoriya made no move to
get out of the bath himself. Shouto couldn’t help but ask why, his brows
knitting together in confusion. “So I can call Bakugou. You two are kind of
similar, he would be… a decent replacement.” Izuku sat back, his hand on his
chin and his eyes casted down in thought. “He’s very attractive, also extremely
strong, you know that.”
 
You’re twisted,I_love_you, Todoroki thought, his eyes narrowing incredulously
and what he got in return was an innocent smile from the boy with green eyes.
“He never goes easy on me. Perhaps he should’ve been the first person I asked,
he’s definitely the better option.” Midoriya continued, watching with a bright
smile as Todoroki lifted Midoriya from the bath. He was staying.
 
-
 
The hum of the television droning on was almost enough to mask the noises
Midoriya was making. It was later that evening, his mother had texted him about
some things coming up at work, she would be working late. Todoroki’s hand was
down Izuku’s pants and though he didn’t appreciate Midoriya’s empty threat, he
was glad he stayed and actually initiated the touch. Shouto kept his eyes on
Midoriya’s cute face, a small smile on his own at the way Izuku’s cheeks heated
up, his brows and lips twitched, how his eyes were closed and his chest was
rising and falling a little faster than normal.
 
He rubbed and stroked him slowly, tortuously slow. Midoriya ground his hips up
against Todoroki’s rough but gentle hands. They had a blanket covering their
lower halves, covering the very evident hand shape in Midoriya’s boxers. He
wasn’t necessarily moaning, they were more like whimpers and small mewls. It
was nice and slow and arousing, this boy was the definition of absolutely
adorable, cute, winsome and other synonyms for attractive.
 
Todoroki snaked a hand under and around him, rubbing Izuku’s hard, clothed
nipple. They were nice and erect, his shirt was thin enough for Shouto to have
noticed. Touching him like this was fun, much more enjoyable than he’d ever
expected really. The feel of Midoriya’s soft skin against his palm drove him
further, stroking him a little faster than before and pinching his little, pink
nubs a little harder. Midoriya opened his mouth, hiding his face in the crook
of Shouto’s neck shyly. When he opened his eyes, they were misty and heavy. He
felt quite dizzy and out of it thanks to how good and innate Todoroki was at
something like this. It made him curious, got him thinking if this really was
his first time doing something like this or not.
 
He ran a hand through his white and red hair, panting quietly and pushing his
knees together timnidly. “Shouchan…” He drawled under his breath. The couch
underneath them wasn’t as comfortable as his bed but he wasn’t focused on that
right now once he curled in on himself, getting ready to finally climax after
fifteen minutes of gentle touching. He was interrupted by his phone buzzing and
ringing on the coffee table.
 
Uraraka’s ringtone chimed from the device and before Midoriya could think it
through, he grabbed the phone and declined the call, about ready to toss it
away but it rang again. Uraraka called again, twice more, she couldn’t take a
fucking hint, could she? Todoroki watched, his hands not pausing at all and he
would’ve told Midoriya to just put the shit on silence but he already answered.
“Deku-”
 
“Busy, Ura,I’m busy!” He wasn’t trying to be rude whatsoever, it was all he
could get out without sounding like he was borderline orgasming, which he was
because for whatever reason, Todoroki didn’t stop moving his hand. In fact, he
squeezed around the poor boy tighter, trying to drive him crazy with his hand.
It wasn’t Shouto’s place to tell Uraraka about this affair but the sooner she
found out, the sooner this whole thing can end. He wasn’t entirely sure how it
would end if she found out, if she’d somehow find it in herself to forgive him
and take Midoriya back or dump him in a fit of rage and sadness.
 
Todoroki couldn’t hear what she was saying especially over Midoriya’s panting.
He shot out a lie about training and having gotten injured or some type of
bullshit before hanging up and tossing his phone across the room in
frustration. He looked up at Todoroki with angry eyes, opting for him to just
finish him up because he definitely wasn’t thinking straight.
 
After he finally came, he sat up and stretched, blankets pooling into his lap.
“I should call her back.” He whispered to himself, leaning over and against
Shouto’s body. It was around nine. He wondered why she’d call at a time like
this or what she needed to say.
 
He never called her back.
 
-
 
Sunday. Sunday was a day most mundane families spent in churches, praising God
and praying for forgiveness for the sins they’ve committed. This Sunday was
much different though, this Sunday was like no other. Instead of playing video
games, All Might/Pro Hero dating simulators or with himself, Midoriya was
standing across from Todoroki Shouto, his eyes analyzing the outfit in his
hands. He was holding it up from a hanger and after unzipping the black cover,
Midoriya could see it. The black fabric fell to the floor and revealed the
scanty, skimpy outfit Shouto apparently wanted him to actually put on. “Um…” He
circled around Shouto and the outfit once before standing where he started
before, his eyes on the outfit and his hand under his little chin. “Mhm… no.”
 
“Oh, come on, it’ll look great on you.” Todoroki snorted into his elbow at the
look Midoriya gave him. “Here, at least put it on.” He held it out with a big
grin on his face and Midoriya swore to himself that the only reason he actually
put it on was because he wanted to just get to having sex, not because he
witnessed one of Todoroki’s very… exceedingly, immensely, tremendously rare,
and beautiful grins. He covered his face in his hands in the bathroom.
 
He wasn’t sure where his mother was, now that he thought about it, she was home
less and less doing something or another. Shopping, hanging with friends. He
stopped to think, maybe she was seeing someone much like he was? They were both
giving each other space and he began to wonder if she was aware of what he’d
been doing. He wondered if she knew exactly what was going on. That made his
stomach drop. He’d worry about that later.
 
Five minutes later and he was stepping out of his restroom, his face was red
and he looked rather angry with himself and with Todoroki who sat on the living
room couch, staring at the news about his father capturing some long-term
villain who murdered women. His attention averted, his eyes flickered up to
Midoriya who stood with his hands gripping the bottom of the tight fabric
wrapped around him. “H-how… How do I look?” He questioned, wobbling in what
felt like ten inch heels, they were only four inches. “Where’d you get
something like this?”
 
Todoroki took a few minutes to answer, his fingers pushing and pulling on his
own bottom lip. His gaze was running down and along the tight, black fabric
around Midoriya’s thighs and up to his waist. His rump was pronounced and
striking and the dress was smug around his waist. Todoroki could almost see the
lines of his lean chest and belly through the article of clothing and he’d have
a full on boner if he hadn’t started laughing at the nun headwear. He was
dressed like a sexy nun. A sexy nun!
 
Shouto doubled over his lap, his laughter filling the room and instead of
getting angrier or flustered at his reaction, Midoriya joined in, giggling
quietly and waiting for Todoroki to get ahold of himself. Just a minute passed
before he stood, a smile still plastered on his handsome face. He was a
charming young man.
 
Izuku smiled once Shouchan wrapped his arms around his waist. His hands
smoothed over the velvety material around Midoriya’s rear behind. He blinked up
at Todoroki, hiding his face in his neck when his fingers reached the thigh
highs straining over his thickness. They threatened to rip. (Thicc)
 
“You look...Holy.” He whispered against Midoriya’s lips, smelling the colgate
toothpaste and the raindrop body wash.
 
“Oh, shut up.” Midoriya didn’t have to stand on his tiptoes to kiss Shouto, he
craned his neck, opening his mouth and feeling fireworks burst in his chest.
That had never happened before. He ignored it when he felt Shouto caress his
lower back and the underside of his thigh. He lifted him with ease, taking
steps back before they landed on the couch much like last night before
Midoriya’s mom arrived home. She hadn’t been working, Midoriya knew that. She
smelled of perfume, red lips, nice clothes and her hair done up nicely.
Midoriya had greeted her after Todoroki left, ready to talk to her about how
‘work’ went but she was too tired. How could he have let something like that
slip past him?
 
“I thought-” Todoroki pulled his face away from Midoriya’s, a sinister smile on
his face. “I thought we could actually try roleplaying. That’s apart of this…
‘agreement’, right?” Midoriya looked down at Shouto with a bashful smile and a
sheepish grin.
 
“Really?” He questioned with a shy giggle, pushing his hair back behind his
ear. His green locks were crowning around his face, peeking out from the nun
themed headwear. Todoroki nodded.
 
“I’ll be the priest-”
 
“Ew, I don’t want to… have sex with a priest, they’re always so old and stuff.”
Izuku cringed, sitting up in Shouto’s lap, his hand under his chin and his eyes
looking around the room for some sort of solution. “Let’s try something else…
something new, y’know? Like… um.” He pursed his lips, blinking a few times
before blurting something scandalous. “Let’s do it against the wall.”
 
“Hm?” Against the wall sounded amazing for sure but he wasn’t looking to be too
rough with Midoriya after yesterday. He should probably spend the day resting,
they could snuggle up together and maybe watch some movies together and then
perhaps, just maybe, Todoroki would have the guts to tell Midoriya how he truly
felt. Midoriya may be one of the smartest ones in their school but he was
oblivious as all fucking hell. “Are you sure you’re feeling up for sex again?”
Todoroki wasn’t, by any means, protesting. Why would he? Sex with someone who
meant so much to him was a dream come true, almost.


“I feel fine, Shouchan, c’mon.” He bounced in his lap a few times, smiling
softly and excitedly. “I feel great, especially wearing something like this for
you, Todoroki-kun. I feel amazing to be spending so much time with you and
doing things like we did yesterday and last week and that one time when you
used ice cream for lu-”
 
“Okay, I think I got it.” Todoroki cut him off, his stomach filling up with
butterflies, they were flying around his insides and making him feel nauseous.
He might even faint. He didn’t though, he leaned forward to kiss Midoriya
gently. His lips were always so soft and moist. On days where they didn’t taste
like peach lipgloss, he kissed him more than he usually did, a little harder, a
little hungrier, always leaving his own minty taste in his mouth.
 
When he pulled away, Midoriya was staring at him with what looked to be heart
eyes, he seemed almost lovestruck but Todoroki wouldn’t trick himself into
thinking it was for him and not his hardening erection which was prodding
Izuku’s relaxed thighs. Midoriya smiled with teeth, wrapping his arms around
Todoroki’s neck and sighing. “Let’s get to it,Father Shouto.”
 
“Oh God, don’t call me that.” They both laughed, holding onto each other before
Midoriya somehow convinced him to get on with the kinks, the handcuffs, the
blindfolds, the gagging and the wall fucking.
 
-
 
Sex followed, lots of it. It was slightly awkward and slow at first as Todoroki
did his best to hold Midoriya up against the wall without hurting him but after
Izuku reassured him repeatedly that he was perfectly fine, Shouto let up and
pressed his body flush against Midoriya’s, their chests touching. He sandwiched
the boy between his body and the wall, keeping him up like that and though his
frame ached, he said nothing about it. Okay, so they were against the wall,
neither knew exactly what to do next.
 
After a few minutes of staring at each other longingly, Todoroki cracked a
small, apologetic smile and reached up under his tight, black, nun-themed dress
to his boxers. He pulled them down just enough for them to slide down Izuku’s
legs. His feet weren’t touching the ground, hanging just above the floor. It
was kind of cute actually, the height difference and all, the way that even in
heels, he was shorter than Todoroki-kun.
 
Once they were off, Izuku took it upon himself to wrap those sexy legs around
Shouto’s form. Perfect, that was perfect. He squeezed around him, bringing him
as close as possible. Now, all that was left was actually fucking. Neither had
any problems doing that, they both knew that. Todoroki hurriedly undid his
pants, his lips nipping at Midoriya’s neck but Izuku’s attention was on the TV.
“Avocado prices went up apparently.” He recited and Shouto couldn’t help but
laugh.
 
When his member was finally free, he lowered Izuku’s body just a few inches,
pushing up into him without warning and watching as his eyes widened and his
mouth opened to yell at him but nothing came out. His grip on Todoroki’s
shoulders tightened, his nails digging into the fabric of his hoodie. He made
little noises of discomfort at first but once Todoroki was mostly in, he calmed
his breathing, biting his lip and staring at Todoroki. He looked away in
embarrassment.
 
-
 
Midoriya’s head was back against the wall he was being fucked up against, his
breathing came out in very short, laboured puffs of heat, he was sweating in
this tight costume and wanted nothing more than to rip it off but Todoroki
wouldn’t allow that, not right now at least. He was far too distracted,
penetrating Midoriya animalistically with his godlike manhood. Izuku’s right
hand was pushed against the wall behind him, trying to brace himself but it
wasn’t working, every time Todoroki rammed up into him he was left wheezing.
The air was being knocked out of him but in the best way humanly possible.
 
Shouto paused, his lips were pulled into a thin line as he lifted Midoriya’s
legs from his hips to over his shoulders. It was a better angle, for him at
least. He gave Midoriya a few kisses as well as a few moments to calm down and
bounce back. Izuku panted heavily, wiping his face and exhaling deeply.
Todoroki pushed himself forward, his cock jabbing his prostate. Perfect.
 
The next few minutes were spent enduring the feeling of having something so
big, nice and hot shoved inside of him over and over, waves of pleasure washing
over him like a boat in a raging sea with lightning and stormy clouds. His
voice was like a car alarm, his yelps were short and high pitched and
consistent, synced with Todoroki’s hip movements. Midoriya left scratches where
he could, on Todoroki’s chest and shoulders through his now half unbuttoned,
white, collared shirt.
 
Todoroki kept Midoriya’s propped up against the wall, he watched Midoriya’s
desperate eyes as he hands slowly reached for his own shirt. Izuku opened his
mouth, letting out a moan at the sound of Shouto ripping his own shirt off,
tossing the useless, white fabric away somewhere, discarded. That was just
undeniably hot, the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he was sure.
 
Once again, Midoriya wasn’t quite sure just how flexible he was but never took
the time to figure out. The position Shouto fucked him in made his thighs burn
but he was able to pull it off without pulling something. One of his legs was
still bent over Todoroki’s knee and though the heels helped, he could barely
touch the floor with the other one. He drew the line there, he’d never be able
to do the splits for sure and he was fine with that. His dress had risen up at
his waist, his tall socks were already ripped at the tops, he’d pulled the
headwear off, his hair sticking to his neck and forehead with sweat.
 
Todoroki gripped a fistful of Midoriya’s hair, using it to keep the little,
wriggly worm still. His other hand was busy fondling Midoriya’s blushing, erect
willy. Midoriya bit his clenched fists, tears streaming down his cheeks and
falling to the hardwood floor of the living room. His mom could walk in at any
given moment and witness her only son, her only child being anally defiled by
Enji Todoroki, Endeavor’s son who also fucked up his now crooked right hand. He
was sure she’d like him anyway, after the shock wore off and he convinced her
not to rat them out to Ochako.
 
They weren’t talking much, Midoriya craved vulgar words but he could understand
why he wasn’t getting them, he was a bit too shy to actually attempt to sputter
some form of seductive dialogue. He settled on the moaning, he was good at
that, he hoped.
 
Todoroki tugged on his ear, leaning forward, hips lips were brushing up on the
lobe of Midoriya’s ear endearingly as he consistently bucked his hips up, the
tip of his hard member pushing against Midoriya’s extremely sensitive prostate.
He was fast, quick, agile, impatient, it’d been about forty minutes now. His
stamina was inhumane! Midoriya’s knee buckled and he went limp, relying on
Todoroki to keep him up but he didn’t. They sank down to the floor, Midoriya’s
cheek was forced against the wall, his chest rose and fell deeply against the
wall, his nipples were hard against that cold wall. He was on his knees now,
Todoroki keeping him in place by biting into his shoulder and wrapping his arm
around his body.
It was hot and before Todoroki realized it, his left side had lit up. The
flames were low and mild and no harm to either Midoriya or his home but it was
still hot, too warm for Midoriya to be wearing this fucking outfit made for
what seemed to be sex during the winter time. It wasn’t fucking winter.
 
Todoroki huffed in his ear, steam emitting from his pink lips. Midoriya felt
that familiar pressure building in his abdomen, his member felt tingly,
extremely tingly. Each and every thrust into him was almost life-changing, he
felt as though he was being touched by some out of this world entity but those
were just the skills Todoroki somehow possessed and for some reason wasted on
the piece of trash he knew he was for doing something like this in secret. He
was a dirty little cheater having the time of his life and that realization
aroused him forward. His whole body felt fuzzy, his bottom lip was bleeding
from how hard he bit it and how many times. His thighs had hand marks from the
amount of times Todoroki slapped them out of habit, his neck was bruising from
his hands around them. His wrists, elbows, shoulders, back, chest, legs and
even his face was marked someway, somehow, all leading back to moments like
this, all leading back to Todoroki-kun.
 
“Fuck!” Midoriya shrieked. “Give it to m-me, augh…” He started shyly, his
cheeks coloring deeper than they ever have before. Todoroki was far too
invested in ‘giving it to him’, he was going to give it to him whether he was
the son of God or Satan’s reincarnate, it didn’t matter to him because no
matter what, he’d be Todoroki’s special, little angel. “Daddy!”
 
Wait a minute. He paused his violent thrusting, his eyes wide, almost as wide
as Midoriya’s who was avoiding eye contact right now. He covered his face, it
was hot against his palm and fingers. He can’t believe he just called Todoroki
Daddy. Of all things, of all names, he called him that. There were endless
options to choose from, sexier ones, ones like master or sir or something. He
went with daddy though, in a fit of passion, at the very peak of what could’ve
been the most intense orgasm he’s ever had before. He certainly didn’t think of
Todoroki-kun as his father and he wondered if Endeavor somehow wiggled his big
ass into Shouto’s head and killed the mood for him. Izuku never really thought
about his father, he was never around while he grew up so it wasn’t all that
weird for him to say it. Well, he didn’t think it’d be all that weird. It
really was. “Oh… my God.” Midoriya squeaked, sneaking a peak at Todoroki’s face
for some sort of readable expression but he got nothing but mild surprise from
him.
 
After just ten more seconds of silence, Shouto nodded curtly. “You can… You can
keep calling me that. If you want. If you’re comfortable with something like…
that.” His voice was tense, nervous, strained and before long, before Midoriya
could think of something to say, something that wouldn’t make him sound like an
idiotic, cheap prostitute, Todoroki bucked his hips forward, drawing a breath
from Midoriya instantly.
 
He would definitely keep that in mind, he was sure the name would slip up more
and more as their ‘relationship’ developed. Midoriya had managed to calm down
during that little break when he nearly broke down in complete humiliation.
Things were getting back to the way it was before he opened his big ass mouth
and he was okay with that right now, the mood was settling back down, the
atmosphere clearing up and the tone seeping back into the sexy side rather than
the awkward side. He couldn’t believe himself, he just called Todoroki Shouto
daddy, and he wasn’t even the one out of the two of them that had daddy issues!
 
God, his insides felt like mashed potatoes, he couldn’t even feel his legs at
this point, his lower back was in absolute agony and his hole was fucking
destroyed. Neither were done yet, almost though. Todoroki could feel his orgasm
creeping up on him, he hadn’t kept count of how many times Midoriya let his own
loose under the dress but now it’d end much differently. Midoriya’s body was
buzzing, his member pulsing, his ass tightening, his jaw clenching, his fists
balling, his entire being stiffening. He came, screaming as he rode out his
crazily severe orgasm that tore through his very soul, he was sure of that. He
was also sure that it was only Todoroki who could make him feel this way, make
him orgasms that put him in temporary states of delirium and ecstasy.
 
Midoriya tightening around his cock and screaming all the while shaking like a
vibrator practically shoved him off the edge. A few more humps and he’d broken
the skin on Midoriya’s shoulder with a bite, his nails digging into his wrist
as he unloaded a fucking river inside him. This load actually burned, actually
steamed up inside of him and made him groan. It hurt, but not enough to concern
him whatsoever. He couldn’t stand, didn’t really want to talk, he wanted to
roll over and fall asleep right there, right on the floor. In that dress, in
those socks and heels. He didn’t care if his mom walked in to see her wall
covered in her son’s essence, her son on the floor, dressed like a fucking nun.
He still wasn’t over the fact that he had somehow been convinced into wearing
it.
 
Todoroki had other plans.
 
He watched Midoriya slump against the wall, his eyes were closed and he was
evidently worn, tuckered out, overwhelmed with the sex that barely involved
anything that inflicted pain. This was his favorite part when he had a conjugal
visit with him. He liked to actually take care of him, like if he had the flu
or something like that. He kept him awake just long enough to convince him to
take a shower while Todoroki cleaned up behind him and most of the time,
Midoriya sat in the bath, barely awake. That’s where he was now, sitting in his
hot bath tub, his head resting against the side. Todoroki wasn’t sure if he
should wash the outfit there or bag it and take it home to wash but that’d be
kinda gross if he was honest. He tossed it in the washing machine before
scrubbing the wall and floor clean of semen and blood.
 
Once the living room looked the way it had before he even arrived, he hurried
to check on Izuku who was snoring away in the tub filled with bubbly water. He
joined him.
 
Just so he didn’t accidentally drown himself or some stupid shit like that.
 
-
 
“Sister Midoriya.” Todoroki whispered into Izuku’s ear on Monday morning which
caused Midoriya to groan, slamming his head down on his desk and sighing. He
had barely managed to get in his seat, his rear behind was in immense pain. He
was thankful for a uniform that involved long sleeves and pants. He was
grateful for the collared jackets and undershirts as well,marks were just
barely hidden by them and he wanted to praise and thank whatever God was
helping him out in his time of utter and inexcusable infidelity.
 
“Don’t call me that.” He blushed, whispering quietly, making Todoroki smile.
“God… it hurts all over.” He murmured, sitting back up to stare at Todoroki who
stood next to his desk. He looked to be glowing and though Midoriya experienced
just as much pleasure, if not, more, there was a vast difference between their
moods. Midoriya was not glowing. He was aching and sure, he might get off on
that kind of shit but this type of pain was so unsexy, it murdered his
erection.
 
“Sorry.” Shouto whispered, frowning for a second before Izuku simply waved him
off, flashing a small smile of his own.
 
“Don’t apologize! I’m fine, I had lots of fun yesterday. It was… amazing, thank
you.” He blushed, a hand coming up to feel his own cheek heat up.
 
“If I didn’t already know you were talking about training, I’d guess Deku got
majorly bitch fucked.” Bakugou spoke from in front of them, that’s where his
seat was after all, right in front of Deku’s.
 
“That’s specific.” Kirishima smiled, sitting on Katsuki’s desk. He got an empty
threat about Bakugou blowing him up if he didn’t get his ass off his desk.
Neither moved and neither blew anyone up.
 
“W-well, that’s obviously not… what happened!” Izuku panicked, laughing
nervously and raising his hands up to hopefully tone the suspicion down but
what Bakugou said was an obvious ‘joke’. Now the blonde was really suspicious.
He had bigger things to worry about right now though. It was early in the
morning, most of the students were here and ready to learn but Aizawa always
arrived right on time, the latest he could possibly show up.
 
Bakugou sighed, looking up at Eijirou with angry, flustered eyes and the
faintest blush and standing, stepping towards the front of his classroom. Right
before he started speaking, Uraraka came pouncing towards Midoriya with a large
smile but her eyes were obviously sad, almost watery. “I haven’t heard from you
all weekend, Deku. Are you okay? Are you still hurting? Maybe you should go see
recovery girl.” She rubbed her hands together nervously, her eyes flickering up
to Todoroki and back to Midoriya a few times. That was actually a good idea.
 
“I’ll take you.” Todoroki offered but Ochako shook her head.
 
“I’ve got it, Todoroki-kun. Thanks though.” Her voice was flat and obviously
not pleased with his very presence. He didn’t push it, he and Izuku broke into
a cold sweat once Uraraka used her quirk to lift him and carry him out of the
classroom. She dropped him on his feet before taking his hand. “I wanted to
talk.” She said softly, starting down the hall towards the nurse's office.
“About you and Todoroki-kun.”
 
Midoriya gulped, doing his best not to fucking limp but it hurt like a bitch.
He’s been through worse. “Yeah?” Shit, his voice cracked. “I’m listening.” He
was sweating profusely.
 
“I don’t think you and Todoroki-kun should train together anymore, at least not
without me there. He hasn’t been going very easy on you and last I called where
you actually answered, you sounded like you were having a heart attack and a
seizure at the same time.” She frowned, what an interesting simile.
 
“What? Really? Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, they stopped in front of
Recovery Girl’s room. “I’m sorry but… I don’t want to stop fu- training with
him.” He almost slipped, he was too damn nervous to be having a conversation
like this with Uraraka and without Todoroki with him to validate and calm him
down. He just had a calming presence, much like Tokoyami did.
 
“I think you should, you’re injured all over! I can tell by the way you walk,
you probably hit your head too, you’re never this nervous around me. Not
anymore at least.” She whispered the last part as she opened the nurse’s
office. “Trust me, I’m just worried for you. I don’t like it when you’re hurt…”
 
“Ura-san… trust me, I don’t like worrying you or anything like that either.
Honest. Training just… I have to practice. Heros get hurt all the time and they
still get back up and fight. I want to be that kind of hero, the kind that
never gives up no matter how much they’re hurting and I’ll never achieve that
with ‘easy’ training.” He explained softly, his eyes desperate for her
approval. His hands were on her shoulders, a kiss might sway her. He kissed her
soft, peachy lips gently and pulled away. She smiled bashfully.
 
“I… Okay, fine. I guess you’re right. Promise me you’ll be careful from now on,
please?” Her voice was so gentle and smooth, like music to his ears. Success.
He promised.
 
-
 
Walking back to class an hour later, brand new, was an amazing feeling though,
when he arrived- the class was wrecking havoc. Catastrophe. Utter chaos.
“Bakugou’s gay?!” Kaminari cried, looking around the loud classroom for
validation.
 
“I saw it coming!” Ashido yelled.
 
“I didn’t expect you to swing that way, Bakugou. I admire your courage.”
Tokoyami spoke in that all knowing voice that secretly made everyone slightly
aroused with knowledge.
 
“Who’s the girl?” Mineta questioned, standing on top of a desk to get his
question across.
 
“I explained this a fucking hour ago, stopped being so fucking shocked.”
Katsuki growled, turning away and avoiding the curious gazes of his curious
classmates who seemed to have an endless supply of questions and concerns.
Kirishima rested a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder to hopefully calm him down but
everyone only screamed, praised them for being so open about their sexuality or
accused Kirishima of trying to make a move. That one was actually only Mineta.
 
“That’s so manly!” Sero called from the back, Kirishima felt his eyes tearing
up. He clenched his fists, smiling, his sharp teeth on display. They were nice,
shiny and white.
 
“Hells yeah!”
 
-
 
“I don’t know… am I wrong for worrying like this?” Uraraka questioned, sipping
her smoothie and sitting across from Iida and Asui. Asui shrugged lightly, her
cheeks just as rosy as Uraraka’s.
 
“I don’t believe so. I’ve had very little experience with relationships, I
choose to focus on my studies and what’s actually important. Though, I can
understand how you’re feeling. You aren’t the only one feeling that way.” Iida
admitted, looking down at his protein shake. Asui was the only one with a
beverage that wasn’t all too healthy. She had an oreo cheesecake milkshake.
 
“I’m not?” She asked, raising her head. Her brown hair was pulled back into a
small ponytail and she was wearing no makeup, she never wore much anyway. “He’s
been acting so weird, so distant and distracted lately.”
 
“Are you sure he’s actually just training? What if there’s something else going
on, and Todoroki is only covering for him?” Tsuyu suggested, her tongue
escaping her lips and dipping into her sweet drink. Uraraka raised a brow.
 
“Let’s not jump to conclusions now. Midoriya is getting injured one way or
another. That’s proof enough that he’s training in general, correct?”
 
“Half correct. He had marks on his neck a month or two ago, they looked like
hickeys. I bet I just erased all the evidence I had leading to what I think
you’re suggesting, Tsu. After I took him to recovery girl.” She covered her
face with her hands, slouching and slumping in her seat. “Is there some other
girl?” She asked herself. No other girls in their class seemed to catch his
eye… She wondered for a moment if he was seeing someone she didn’t know very
well, someone outside their class. A pro? An older woman?
 
Then it clicked. Mei Hatsume.
 
“Before you get any ideas, maybe we should ask him. I don’t think Midoriya is
the type of person to cheat, especially on you. You’re an amazing girlfriend.”
Asui observed with a small blush.
 
“You must be a better one if you somehow manage to deal with Mineta as a lover.
Kudos to you.” She shook her head.
 
“What?” Asui questioned, color leaving her cheeks. Did people think she was
somehow in love with Mineta? His girlfriend at that? “I’m not Mineta’s
girlfriend.” She confirmed, looking between the two.
 
“You don’t have to lie to us, or worry. We won’t tell anyone. Promise.” Uraraka
took her hands, holding them from across the table. The frog girl blushed at
the contact, she actually blinked a few times. It wasn’t Mineta she was in love
with, it was Ochako.
***** oofers is this really chappy 8???? *****
Chapter Notes
     idk if i like this chapter either, sorry for the wait though
“This is so-.. So stupid! Stupid, stupid, this was a stupid ide-ahh!” Midoriya
threw his head back, his back flat against the leather, back seats in
Todoroki’s car. His hands were curled in Shouto’s hair, tugging it with
everything he had but right now, everything he had was equivalent to a toddler
drunk on two shots of NyQuil. Shouto only replied with a few grunts and groans,
Midoriya’s legs were wrapped around his waist and despite Izuku thinking this
to be one of the stupidest ideas either of them have ever had, the little shit
kept squeezing around him in more ways than one, including his legs. Everytime
he tightened his thighs, Todoroki went deeper, got closer to him. Both of them
enjoyed that.
 
It wasn’t even Todoroki’s idea. ‘Let’s have sex in your car!’ Midoriya had
said. ‘We have enough time!’ He wasn’t even sure if they did and lo and behold
(yes, this is how you spell it. Google it boiiiii), he’d been wrong, so
terribly wrong. They were late for class, having sex in Shouto’s car, in the
parking lot of the U.A. itself. Scandalous indeed, not that Midoriya would be
completely against getting caught and all, it just depends on who. Getting
caught actually sounded kind of sexy.
 
Midoriya arched his back, reaching around the car for something, anything to
grab but Shouto kept his car fucking spotless, same for his bedroom and house
and his desk. Midoriya kind of did too but there were days he just wasn’t too
into cleaning and too busy sleeping in his warm bed. “You fucking- Cretin!” He
cried, blushing and laughing for a few seconds. How he was able to pull off a
joke like that in a situation like this, he wasn’t entirely sure but before he
could question it, Shouto pushed up into him. No matter how many times he was
in there, he never got used to that feeling of something being way too deep
inside him.
 
It got better though, he didn’t feel like he was being torn in half again. That
feeling was still undeniably strong, strong enough to make him shriek out of
surprise. Which he did. He had shrieked in Todoroki’s car but it died down
quickly to small, content yelps and incoherent murmuring about why this was a
shitty ass idea and how he’d never missed a day here before. He had perfect
attendance before, because he was a good boy, he was sure.
 
Todoroki leaned down, his chest pushed against Midoriya’s and his lips just
mere centimeters away from Midoriya’s parted ones. He’d kiss them, he
definitely would but instead, for whatever reason, he bit at the bottom one. He
kept his teeth closed down on it, sucking on it gently. Icing, it tasted like
vanilla icing. Midoriya was on a terrible diet and it was all Todooki’s fault.
He’d been feeding him and cooking for him everytime he came over and he was
over quite frequently.
 
He kept bucking his hips forward at a steady pace that satisfied Midoriya
beyond believe. His eyes were half lidded and misty as they fucked bareback,
Midoriya didn’t care for condoms, he really didn’t. They felt weird, like they
were being kept apart or some stupid shit like that. He was always one to look
deeper into things than others but the deepest one right now was Todoroki
Shouto.
 
He was huffing, his hands were in Midoriya’s hair now, gripping and pulling it
with much more force than Izuku had been with his just moments before.
 
These damned uniforms. Midoriya took just a few seconds of his time to push
Todoroki’s already unbuttoned jacket and shirt back over his shoulders. That
was better for sure and the car suddenly felt at least ten degrees hotter and
when he looked up, he could see that every window in the car was fogged up. How
obvious were they being? Was the car rocking with them? He couldn’t tell, even
when he did his best to focus on that and not the extremely attractive male on
top of him. It was tough to multitask when one of those tasks involved getting
anally defiled and dishonored at a high intensity.
 
His Todoroki’s breath started coming out as steam, his left side was really hot
too and Midoriya wasn’t sure if this happened often or not or if it was because
they were in a closed space. Maybe He needed fresh air? Was he okay? He was
about to say something, maybe they should start the car and roll the windows
down or turn the AC up but before he could utter a single word, his eyes nearly
bulged from his sockets.
 
He couldn’t quite keep up with what was happening but whatever was going on, he
liked it, he loved it very much. His hands came up around Todoroki, scratching
at his back desperately as his body moved faster on top of him. He was a very
fit guy, so it was no surprise to Midoriya.
 
The head of Todoroki’s cock kept slamming up against his sensitive prostate
tremendous speeds- or maybe Midoriya was blowing it out of proportion because
he couldn’t think straight. His thought process was as hazy as a man on bath
salts or something like that. He wouldn’t know, he’s never been on bath salts
before so.
 
But every thrust into him that fast and that hard made his body tense up and
freeze, it wiped his mind clean before he could even ragin a single thought,
his made his toes curl in his shoes, his jaw tighten and his eyes widen. His
body felt like cement, he couldn’t think about moving. He wasn’t aware he was
holding his breath, his abdomen was heavy and as time went by, it got heavier
and heavier, fluids building up inside him at a rapid pace.
 
Todoroki was close to him, he felt the way his breath burned his neck, then his
scorching hot saliva and bright, white teeth were against the skin. He was
biting him in such an obvious place but he didn’t have the kind of control to
tell him ‘hey, no, don’t do that.’. Not that he necessarily wanted to right
now, future Midoriya could deal with that.
 
For Shouto, it felt as though Midoriya was always as tight as he was the last
time they had gross anal sex. Nonetheless, it felt great. Sometimes Shouto
wanted to bring a handful of pepper with him when he came over and throw it in
Midoriya’s face to make him sneeze to see just how much he’d tighten around him
but that was kind of mean and kind of weird, so he didn’t. He’d never admit
that urge of his to anyone.
 
But right now, he was overheating for sure but he couldn’t stop like this, when
they were both so fucking close. They needed to get to class and quickly as
possible but he knew that going there with unfinished business like this would
open a can of worms from the other students he didn’t care to open. He hated
how nosy everyone was about other’s affairs and relationships. It got annoying,
especially when Mina would downright announce the crushes of innocent students
who either thought they could trust her or didn’t even know she was listening
in.
 
He didn’t hate his classmates, of course he didn’t- they just needed to calm
down and think before they act sometimes. Everyone did. Everyone should.
 
He felt Midoriya’s nails against his back and almost didn’t feel the skin
break. This was intense as hell for some reason- he wasn’t sure why but maybe
it was because they were in such a hurry. They needed to finish quickly and in
order to do that, he had to give it his all. For some reason.
 
A full five minutes passed before any progress was made but after what felt
like hours, Midoriya finally realized he probably shouldn’t be holding it in
like he usually did and he came. Todoroki wasn’t sure if he’d ever ejaculated
like that, it certainly was different, the way he arched his back, the way his
body vibrated and how he literally screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes
were closed but there were still tears leaking through, he was sobbing openly,
wiping his eyes. Gosh, why did he always cry after sex? It was weird… but also
cute and understandable, Todoroki never mentioned it. He slowed down
considerable, sitting up now and slowly humping him while Izuku panted and
stared up at him with an awkward blush and the smallest smile he’s ever seen.
 
When he did release his load, it was steaming hot like it usually was but the
difference this time was Midoriya pointing up at his shoulder. “You’re on
fire.” He whispered and when Todoroki looked to his left, he was indeed on
fire. They were tiny flames just barely alive and licking at his skin. Luckily
no damage was done. “I’m too sleepy to go to class now.” Midoriya murmured,
closing his eyes and yawning though Shouto wasn’t just about to let him sleep
after all that rushing and talking about he was such a good little boy.
 
He blew some cold air and chilled him out.
 
-
 
“That was unnecessary.” Midoriya whispered, rubbing his arms to warm himself
up. They were both fully dressed and rushing to get to class, up all these damn
stairs.
 
“I didn’t do anythi-”
 
“You froze me to the seat! Naked!” He hissed harshly, still feeling the chill
in his spine but he couldn’t stay mad at Shouto, even when he rubbed his back
with his left hand to warm him up some more. “You burned my neck all over.”
 
“Hey Midoriya, can you check my back for something? I think a raccoon scratched
my back up.” Todoroki turned away from Midoriya with a small smile but all he
got was a gentle slap on the back.  “You weren’t naked either.” They were both
still wearing their uniforms for the most part, he hoped Midoriya wouldn’t get
sick though.
 
“Don’t embarrass me like that.” He whispered with a blush. “I didn’t mean to-
I’m sorry, Shouchan.” He apologized in a hushed voice and before long, he
pulled the classroom door to 1-A open and stepped in. They weren’t really
interrupting anything, Aizawa was taking a nap on the floor while the students
talked amongst themselves, sitting on desks while Iida had a cow about
disrespecting school property like a bunch of barbarians.
 
Midoriya hoped to sneak in undetected and for the most part, he did, but
Todoroki didn’t. “I didn’t strike you the type of guy, Todoroki!” Kirishima was
the first and though he didn’t ask questions, Mina and Kaminari did.
 
“We saw your car dude, skipping class to do something like that?” Kaminari
clapped him on the back and Mineta gave him a thumbs up while Ashido jumped up
and down, asking over and over ‘Who was it? Who was it? Who was it?’
 
Shouto wasn’t sure how to answer and stepped back, trying to dodge questions
and though Midoriya  would love nothing more than to assist and help him out,
he had some of his own problems to deal with, like Uraraka. “So, Deku. Why were
you late today?” She sat on his desk, she wasn’t as cheery as she usually was,
not too happy to see him either. She was giving him one of the most intense
stares he’s ever received, it made him squirm in his seat. “Hm? You’re never
late. Even when you’re sick, you come to class.” She leaned in, her eyes
narrowed. Midoriya’s attention was on her right now, so it was no wonder why he
didn’t notice Bakugou staring him down from behind her. It didn’t take a genius
to see the limp, it didn’t take much intelligence to connect the dots here, it
really didn’t.
 
Bakugou knew, he’d had his suspicions but right now, in this moment, he knew
just what the fuck was going on. He never took Deku to the be the type to
cheat, he didn’t think he even had the balls to do it. Much less with someone
like fucking IcyHot. It irked him, it really fucking did.
 
“T-traffic?” He squeaked, not in the mood to be sent into space right now.
Uraraka raised a brow.
 
“You don’t drive, did something happen on the train? Were you with someone
else?” Ochako kept the questions coming and even asked the same ones to try and
find an error in Midoriya’s story about him accidentally getting off at the
wrong station on his way over because he was reading their book for Present
Mic’s class which is called ‘Things Fall Apart’ by Chinna Achebe. “Fine.” She
settled on that and let it slide, just for now. She’d have to talk to Iida and
Tsuyu about this but before she could go to them, Tsuyu set a note down on her
lap with her long ass tongue and Ochako knew not to read it right here in front
of Deku.
 
“What’s that?” He’d asked but before he could reach for it (He’d never snatch
things from anyone, especially not Ura-san. That would be rude.), Uraraka
stood.
 
“Oh nothing, girl stuff.” She lied, kissing Deku’s cheek gently and hurrying
towards Tsuyu and Iida’s desk. She unfolded the note, reading it over quickly.
 
‘What if Todoroki-kun was helping Midoriya cover up his secret love affair?’ It
was a good question and the thought of Midoriya in love with another brown-
haired, pink-cheeked girl made her chest tighten up and her stomach drop.
“Todoroki-kun wouldn’t do that… would he?” SHe questioned, already feeling the
tears sting the back of her eyes but before any could actually fall, she was
being hugged by her froggy companion.
 
“Don’t cry, it’s okay, Ribbit. We don’t even know if he’s doing anything wrong
yet. Plus, he can’t find anyone better than you, you’re smart, ribbit,
beautiful, ribbit, anyone would be lucky to have you, RIBBIT.” Asui was
dropping hints left and right but when it comes to being oblivious, Uraraka is
second, right behind Midoriya couldn’t take a hint no matter how big or obvious
the damned thing was.
 
“Y-you’re right, Tsu! I am. I have nothing to worry about, right guys?”
 
Iida didn’t answer her.
 
-
 
It was lunch time and every day, for the first half of their forty five minute
break, Todoroki and Midoriya spent it in the boy’s bathroom, in one of the many
infamous stalls. It wasn’t ideal but neither cared enough to actually drive
home for sex and drive back. It was better this way anyway, Midoriya really
liked the school lunches and Todoroki always ate his favorite soba (not the hot
kind for whatever fucking reason).
 
Midoriya held Todoroki’s hand as they walked into the surprisingly spotless
restroom and lead him down the long array of empty stalls but before they could
reach the last one, the one they always used, Deku felt a chill run up his
spine. “Deku.” Bakugou growled from one of the stalls. Midoriya had a feeling
he hadn’t been relieving himself, he’d been waiting here for them.
 
“O-oh, Kacchan! Hey, wh-what’s… what’s up?” He asked nervously, avoiding all
eye contact and dropping Todoroki’s hand to push his own behind his back. His
face was beet red as Katsuki neared them, there was fire in his eyes.
 
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, ya little shit.” First he got a
quirk, then he beat him in their exercises, now he’s sneaking around with the
fucker who didn’t think him worthy enough to use his left half on him but used
it on Deku of all people? What honest to God bullshit if you asked him. “I
wonder just how much people would like you if they knew you were a cheating
piece of shit.”
 
Kacchan reached forward, gripping the front of Midoriya’s shirt and lifting him
with ease, his little feet weren’t touching the ground and before Shouto could
intervene, Midoriya held a hand up for him to stop, don’t move, he’s got this.
“Kacchan.” He whispered shakily, a small smile on his face. “We both have
secrets we don’t want others to know… okay? When I found out about you and
Kirishima-” Bakugou’s brow twitched. “I didn’t even think about telling anyone…
that’s your business Kacchan. Okay?” He spoke softly, calmly, he looked and
acted as though he had no idea what was going on but oh hell, he knew exactly
what he was doing to save his own ass. “Who’s going to believe you anyway?”
 
“Who’s going to believe you?” Kacchan growled, shaking him just a little, his
cheeks were red at the mention of his relationship with Eijirou, that fucking
fuck.
 
“You’ve always been out to hurt me, Kacchan. You’re always so… angry. Everyone
knows you hate me.” Those were key points as to why no one would believe
Katsuki if he ever told anyone, not that he actually would. He set Deku down,
he still looked impossibly bothered but all he really wanted to say was;
 
“I don’t hate you. Fucking nerd.” He turned to leave, walking out on them while
they stood in the bathroom and as soon as he left, Midoriya doubled over,
breathing heavily. That was close.
 
-
 
“That was such a stupid idea, I still can’t believe it was my idea in the first
place and now Uraraka won’t stop sending me texts and trying to track my
location.” Midoriya held up his phone to see the little red symbol pop up over
and over from Uraraka’s phone.
 
“Just turn your location off.” Todoroki whispered. “And maybe it’s time you
stopped keeping secrets.”
 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He didn’t care to out himself. Things were fine
as they were right now. Nobody was getting hurt, he didn’t think so. Kacchan
found out but it’s been six hours and he hasn’t gotten a wave of texts from
their classmates about Todoroki so he must still be in the clear.
 
“It means… I just think you should decide who you really want to be with.”
Midoriya looked up to him with raised brows.
 
“And you think I’m gonna choose you, huh?” Todoroki merely shrugged, looking
down at the hardwood floor of Midoriya’s kitchen. “Well… I would. I’d choose
you, I guess.” His cheeks heated up and he refused to make eye contact, he
stared at the counter in front of them. “You’re really nice. You’re open about
things, and you’re… admirable. You’re… You treat me the way I like to be
treated. Kind of.” He was still kind of a softie but despite his kink, he liked
that about Shouto, he loved that about him. That no matter how much he told him
it was fine, he wouldn’t do anything to degrade Midoriya too much. He’d always
ask if he was okay and comfortable. “You are… very strong, strategic, I like
you very, very much. I really like it when you warm me up while we watch movies
together, and when you cook, you sometimes feed it to me and we do the dishes
together and you warm the water up after it cools off, that’s pretty… cool.” He
rambled on, listing small reasons and big ones and while he did, Shouto was
doing his best not to have a heart attack.
 
He gripped his own chest, breathing steam and Midoriya kept the list going
before he peeked at Todoroki and stopped. “Are you okay? I’m sorry!” He
panicked, reaching to take Shouto’s arm and help him to a chair to sit down but
as soon as his fingertips brushed against his jacket, he caught fire, again.
“Shouchan!” Izuku panicked, unsure of what to do right now. He looked around
the kitchen before filled a big bowl full of water. “I’m s-sorry in advanced.”
He yelped, throwing the cold water all over Shouto and peeking one eye open.
 
Todoroki spat some water out, he was drenched and dripping but didn’t look mad
at all. “... Thank you.” He murmured. “I needed that.”
 
“Well, now you need to change.” Midoriya giggled just as the front door swung
open. He waited for his mother to appear and when she did, she wasn’t alone.
“... All M- Toshinori?” Midoriya croaked, his brows furrowed.
 
Toshinori Yagi stood, deflated, next to Inko who was hanging up her own jacket.
“Oh, young Midoriya, how are you?”
 
“Toshinori!” Midoriya grinned, feeling the urge to hug him for whatever reason.
“I’m great! What about you?” His eyes flickered between his mother and
Toshinori. He wasn’t sure when… or how she’d found out about All Might like
this or if she even knew they were the same person. He should keep cautious
until they spoke privately. To avoid getting in the way of things, Todoroki was
already in Midoriya’s room, scavenging for clothes that’d fit him.
 
“You know Yagi?” Inko questioned with a blush. “Well, Izuku, this is my new
boyfriend, Toshinori.”
 
Oh. Okay.
 
-
 
“Is it really okay for me to be here, Shouchan?” Midoriya whispered, tugging on
his sleeve gently. He didn’t get the answer he wanted, Todoroki had simply
shrugged.
 
“It’s only us here.” His sister and oldest brother had moved out, his father
was out doing Hero stuff for his company probably, his mother was you know
where and his other brother was off probably in his room playing some dating
simulator.
 
“Well… alright.” Izuku whispered, following Todoroki up to his room. He’s had
his own since his mom ‘moved out’. It was tidy, spotless. He had a nice bed, a
computer on his desk which was also a bookshelf full of books. The room was…
interesting. It was based heavily on Japanese culture. “I like it.” He
murmured, stepping in and flopping down on the soft bed. He giggled into the
pillow. The bed had been nicely made up but now it wasn’t. Shame.
 
“Thank you.”
 
After a few minutes of aimless small talk, Midoriya rolled over onto his back.
“I think we should talk.” Shouto wasn’t gonna beat around the bush. If he
wanted something, he should be upright about it. “I want to be your boyfriend.”
 
“My what?”
 
“Boyfriend. Yours. Your boyfriend.” Shouto confirmed.
 
“My boyfriend?”
 
“Yes, Midoriya, your boyfriend.” Shouto wasn’t sure what was so hard to
understand.
 
“Oh. Well… Okay. I’ll be your boyfriend.” He agreed but for whatever reason, he
wasn’t satisfied with just that. It was bland, pathetic. He wanted something
with more meaning, maybe he’d do something special some other time, when
Midoriya was only his boyfriend and not Uraraka’s to. It wasn’t the same. “Is
that all?” He questioned, spreading out on the bed.
 
“Yeah… I suppose. Sorry.” Midoriya sat up with confused eyes.
 
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Shouchan. I should be the one apologizing if
anything. I guess… I’ve been terrible towards you and Uraraka lately, haven’t
I?” He sat up on his knees, a pout on his lips. “I don’t really want to keep
this up.” Something shattered from within Shouto. “This whole secret thing, I
mean. It wasn’t supposed to happen but lately I’ve felt a lot more drawn to you
than I have with Uraraka, if that means anything.” It did, it definitely did.
 
Shouto couldn’t help but smile. He leaned in, his forehead pushed against
Midoriya’s before leaning in to kiss him gently. “That’s fine. It’s okay.” It
was perfect, it was amazing, he had the upperhand here. “I forgive you.” He
did, how could he so easily just drop it all? It was because it was Izuku
himself. Midoriya grinned against his lips.
 
“I’m so glad.” Others wouldn’t be so easily to win over.
 
-
 
“I don’t think it’s weird at all. I heard it was pretty common actually. It’s
nothing to be ashamed of, I’m sure.” Midoriya spoke with that upbeat, cheery
voice of his. They’d done nothing that included Shouto’s own fetishes, which
were actually quite gross in his own opinion even if he was into it, somehow.
Maybe it was because of Midoriya. He wasn’t attracted to feet in general, just
Midoriya’s. He wasn’t invested in watching just anyone eat, he was dedicated to
just watching Midoriya eat. The way he ate was cute, erotic and sloppy, the
perfect combination if you asked Todoroki. Right now though, Midoriya wasn’t
eating.
 
He was struggling to get his little feet into a pair of white socks without
ripping them somehow. They were kind of small but snug around his perfectly
clean feet which were shockingly soft and smooth to touch. “Who’d you hear that
from?”
 
“Um…” Midoriya thought for a few seconds. He hadn’t heard that from anyone
actually. “Online.”
 
“There are lots of weirdos online who like weird things, that doesn’t make it
any less weird than it is, and I don’t feel any less weird for liking this sort
of thing.” Yes, it was weird, Midoriya didn’t mind that though. When he was
having an existential crisis with himself about his own kink, Shouto was there
for him. Shouchan helped him out when he didn’t know what to do or how to do
it.
 
“And that’s okay, you’re not a weirdo, you’re Todoroki Shouto, my new
boyfriend, and if this’ll make you happy, then I’d love to do this.” He smiled
up at Todoroki, his freckles standing over over his blush and for a few
seconds, he thought he’d have another heart attack. “Now, let’s get to it
then.” Midoriya leaned back, setting his socked feet down on Todoroki’s lap.
Shouto wasn’t exactly sure what to do right now, he’d never really been faced
with a situation quite like this. What was he supposed to do?
 
He reached out to blindly wrap his hand around his foot and squeeze gently.
Soft. Soft. Soft. He dragged his finger up along the bottom, watching Midoriya
squirm and wiggle. “Wait! No, that tickles!” He cried but Todoroki kept at it,
tickling him softly, a small smile stretching across his lips. Now he was
starting to feel it, kind of.
 
Todoroki trailed his finger down to the end of the sock on Izuku’s ankle. He
pushed his finger up under it and slowly but surely began tugging the sock off
until he could see his perfect skin. Unlike those filthy animals that don’t
care enough to scrub their feet in the shower, Midoriya gave his own the care
they needed. They didn’t have the odor that made Todoroki want to cringe into
oblivion, they weren’t covered in dead skin with fungus between the toes
because people didn’t feel it there. They were perfect. They were Midoriya’s.
 
He took the sock off of the other one as well and once he did, Midoriya started
wiggling his toes quickly. His toes were so cute, small and wiggly. He loved
them already, the way they reacted when he touched and tickled them made his
cheeks burn and for whatever odd reason, his cock jump.
 
“Don’t people with fetishes like this… suck on-”
 
“No.” Todoroki stared him down with narrowed eyes. “I’m not going to… suck on
them.” That’s even weirder! Even if he wanted to, he probably wouldn’t.
Probably. Not that he did or anything, well, kind of, he kind of did. Wouldn’t
it be similar to sucking on someone’s fingers or one’s own thumb? He’d save
these type of questions for the internet.
 
“Aw, come on, I bet it’ll tickle.” Midoriya theorized with a sheepish smile.
“Don’t be a Debby Downer. No Negative Nancies allowed here.”
 
“This is my room.”
 
“Don’t be such a Party Pooper.”
 
“How many of those do you have?”
 
“That was my last one.”
 
“Good.”
 
“...Spoilsport.”
 
“Fuck, fine, okay. I’ll suck on… them.” It’s not that he didn’t want to, he
just didn’t know how. It can’t be similar to sucking dick, last he checked;
wieners don’t have toes or nails. He sighed deeply, he loved Midoriya’s feet,
so it wasn’t all that hard to grip his ankle and pull his wiggly toes close to
his mouth and when his hot tongue made contact with the bottom of his second
toe, Izuku let out a shrill cry followed by a giggle and an ‘Ooooh’.
 
“You’re way more excited than you should be about this.” Todoroki whispered
before wrapping his lips around that same little toe and biting down gently on
it. That sent a wave of giggles through Midoriya who just couldn’t sit still.
 
“I like it, it feels so… it feels like some kind of massage.” He admitted with
a blush. “And from what I could see, you’re getting pretty excited yourself.”
He pointed down at Todoroki’s lap and of course, he had a boner. Why wouldn’t
he? Midoriya was exploiting his weakness like nothing. Midoriya flopped down
onto his back and stretched himself out. “Proceed.” He smiled.
 
Todoroki did. He slowly continued to feel up Midoriya’s right foot, his tongue
was soft but kept switching from hot to cold and back which made Izuku pull it
back and whine. “Regulate your body temperature, I wanna see how you do it.” He
spoke eagerly as he sat up.
 
“It’s not something you can really see… Touch my chest, I guess.” And when
Midoriya snaked a hand up his shirt, he felt that it was cold against the palm
but as soon as he flattened his hand- it started heating up. His face lit up.
 
“Woah…” He whispered in awe, rubbing his chest to feel some more of the heat in
his chest and as he did, more came. In fact, the heat rose above average body
temperature. “Wh…”
 
“You’re flustering me.” Todoroki replied before Midoriya could ask questions
and when Izuku looked up, he saw the red dusting his cheeks and the tightness
in his lips, his eyes were staring off at something other than him but Midoriya
could easily relate and didn’t push him.


“Hey. Shouchan.” He whispered perkily. He caught Midoriya’s green eyes and
waited for him to continue. “I’m hungry.” He rested his head on Todoroki’s
shoulder just as his belly growled some kind of ancient, egyptian profanities
and Todoroki found that to be extremely endearing.
 
“I can cook something for you. … If you want me to, that is.” Midoriya hopped
up, standing in the middle of the bedroom with his hands together.
 
“Will you? Please, your cooking is to die for! I love it so, so much.” He
clapped his hands together once, his eyes were big and full of anticipation.
 
Shouto agreed.
 
-
 
“This tastes… so good!” Midoriya’s mouth was in paradise as he practically
inhaled the fluffy omelet Todoroki made for him and he wasn’t even done
cooking! He said this was an appetizer but just the smell gave him a big enough
appetite to eat a horse. Speaking of eating a lot, there was quite a bit of
food here, too much to really be considered an ‘appetizer’. He stared down at
the soup, the omelets, the sushi, and the hot soba. Before he could question
it, his empty plate was taken from him and replaced with the most beautiful
pork cutlet bowl he’s ever seen! He stared down at it, almost too intimidated
to eat it. He did anyway.
 
“You didn’t have to cook so much just for me, Shouchan!” Even as he said this,
he shoveled bites into his mouth, savoring the taste, chewing slowly before
swallowing the big bites he had taken.
 
Todoroki watched from the stove. He really was making a mess. His cheeks had
dots of egg yolk and on his chin was just a bit of soup dripping down. His
mouth was stuffed and before swallowing, he’d push another bite into his mouth.
 
While he was focused on that, he almost let the next dish burn. In the oven was
a chocolate cake baking. He’d ice it while Midoriya finished his 9 course meal.
Before Midoriya could say anything, he took his empty bowl and replaced it with
a slightly bigger bowl full of ramen, green onions, an egg, ham, and more. “I
don’t know if I could… eat anymore.” He slouched in his seat, he looked like he
was getting ready to explode but they weren’t done here.
 
“Aw… I was just about to get the cake out of the oven.” Shouto sighed. “Guess
I’ll feed it to the dogs up the street.” He stepped behind Midoriya who was
staring at him incredulously.
 
“Cake?”
 
“Yeah, a big chocolate one. I’d hate for it to get stale overnight or
something. I worked so hard on it, just for you too.”
 
“All for me?” He asked, sitting up and suddenly feeling hungry again but oh, if
he ate another bite, he was sure he’d explode. He took a few deep breathes
before allowing a big burp to slip past his lips. He covered his mouth right
after, blushing heavily and feeling embarrassed at how gross he must’ve looked.
When he checked for Todoroki’s reaction, he saw something he’d never seen
before.
 
Shouto stood there, he was in his apron with a ladle in his hand, his arms were
crossed over his shoulders and he had one of the biggest… endearing smiles on
his face. His cheeks were pink too and his eyes looked almost misty, like he
was getting some sort of sexual kick out of watching Midoriya eat and eat and
eat. “All for you.” He confirmed with a sinister smile and Midoriya was about
to question it but Todoroki turned away, facing the stove and gathering the
dishes his siblings would probably have to do… or their house maid, wherever
she was.
 
Midoriya looked down at his ramen, they looked delicious and his mouth watered.
Well… it couldn’t be helped, could it? He lifted his chopsticks and popped the
yolk, then mixed the green onions in with the juices. He took the first bite
and moaned at the taste. “It tastes so good…” He almost wanted to cry but he
didn’t, surprisingly. He kept eating, doing his best not to have it all come
back up and after ten minutes of slow eating, he got it all down and absolutely
regretted it.
 
He burped a few times and felt woozy, he was so sleepy now, he wanted to curl
up right where he was and sleep for twenty hours straight but he unfortunately
cannot. “That tasted amazing…” He whispered, bringing his hands up to rub his
face.
 
“I’m so glad you liked it, Midoriya.” Todoroki took his last bowl, setting it
down in the sink before heading to the counter. While Midoriya took his time
eating, Shouto managed to ice the cake. It wasn’t perfect but it still looked
delicious. He’d cooled it down with his quirk but the icing was still a little
runny, all chocolate and when he pushed it towards Midoriya, Izuku shook his
head, sighing heavily.
 
“Don’t… feed it to the puppies. I’ll eat it later.” He closed his eyes, resting
his chin down on the table and whining. “I promise… we can share it.”
 
“I’m not too into sweets.” Todoroki was obviously disappointed but he wouldn’t
feed the cake to the puppies nor would he give up on this motherfucking cake,
he put love and dedication into this cake, that, and he wa still pretty hard
from before. He untied his apron and s laid it gently over the back of one of
the chairs. “You don’t want just a bite? What difference will it make?”
 
Midoriya opened his eyes, staring at the cake intensely before shrugging. “I
guess you’re right, Shouchan...Just one bite.” He whispered, watching Shouto
lift the fork he hadn’t used and dip it into the cake, taking a small chunk
from it. He held it up to Midoriya’s lips and smiled when he opened his mouth,
taking the bite and savoring it slowly, contently. Shouto was sure if he kept
this up, Midoriya would be gaining more and more weight. Perfect. Even he
hadn’t acknowledged his fetish for Midoriya’s chub. Not that he wasn’t
attracted to his beautiful muscles…
 
“Good boy.” He whispered, reaching out to pet and rub his hair gently, then he
gripped a handful of it and tugged it back. The apron did an amazing job at
hiding it but without it, Midoriya could see Shouchan’s blatantly obvious
erection. He’d almost forgotten about that.
 
“Sh-shouchan…” Midoriya turned to face Todoroki in his seat and before he was
told to do anything, he leaned forward, his lips pushing against the fabric
around Shouto’s hard on. He licked at the fabric softly, his hand coming up to
grip the base through his pants. “I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I forgot…” He had
soaked the front of Todoroki’s jeans with his saliva and after a few moments of
this and no reaction, he moved to unbutton and free his willy.
 
When he unzipped his fly and pulled the waistband of his jeans and boxers down,
he flinched, feeling Todoroki’s cock hit him square in the face. He forgot
about that, he forgot how much he liked getting slapped around.
 
They were still in the kitchen but neither worried about getting caught because
neither of them were thinking about it. Midoriya pushed the fat tip of his
member between his lips and sucked on the tip for a few agonizing seconds. He
shut his eyes, he was still a little drowsy but he wasn’t about to just fall
asleep or anything. He hummed and moved his face forward, taking more of his
tasty meat into his mouth. He used his free hand to stroke the base, he wasn’t
quite there yet and wouldn’t be for a little longer. Maybe if he did a good
job, Shouto would cum in his mouth and they could take a nap together.
 
Damn Todoroki’s high stamina.
 
By the time a few minutes passed, Midoriya’s lips were around the veiny base of
Shouto’s fat cock, his brows were furrowed with determination. He could do
this, he could do anything if he believed in himself. Midoriya kept his hands
on Todoroki’s hips to keep him still, he wasn’t quite up for getting face
fucked beyond belief, though he was sure he’d allow it if Shouto gave him fair
warning.
 
He bobbed his head back and forth a few inches, trying his best to not choke or
gag around him but he’d long gotten over that stage in his life. He was
basically a pro-deep-throater and he’d happily accept that award.
 
Todoroki watched him, his bottom lip was between his straight, white teeth and
his entire body was heating up. He kept regulating his body temperatures,
trying to at least. He wanted to thrust up into his mouth but he wasn’t quite
sure if he should, Midoriya looked pretty determined on making him climax all
on his own but it’d go by so much faster if they just fucked. Maybe they
should.
 
He stepped back, watching Midoriya stare up at him with slight annoyance but he
didn’t say a word as he stood, still stuffed like a turkey and sleepy as hell.
Todoroki doing all the work didn’t sound too bad right now actually. He stood
next to the table, his palms flat against the surface, the chocolate cake was
there, right in front of him.
 
In just a few seconds, he felt Shouto’s chest up against his back, his hands
working to pull his trousers down, they fell around his ankles and he was too
lazy to step out of them and lay on the table- guess they’d be doing it
standing up.
 
“We should hurry…” He murmured tiredly and though he wasn’t facing Todoroki, he
knew he was nodding gently. Midoriya sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the
familiar fat head of Todoroki’s amazing manhood against his entrance. Then he
let it out when the head popped in and he pushed in deep, deep into familiar
territory. He licked his lips, his eyes were droopy.
 
This was the best. This was nice. It was comforting to know he could just curl
up and sleep after this and because of that, he wanted to get this over with.
He did his best to squeeze around Shouto and by the sounds of it, it worked. He
was thinking of showering after this too, maybe, if Todoroki didn’t mind, he
doubt he would but he should still ask. It was just polite.
 
His fate was sealed as soon as Todoroki pushed him face down, right into that
God forsaken fucking cake. There was icing all over his lips and chin, nowhere
above- thank God. He’d just washed his hair this morning. “Aw… man…” He
murmured, licking his lips and chin before biting into the destroyed cake. Now
he’d have to eat it.
 
He’d never heard of people eating while they had sex but as odd as the
combination sounded, it was actually rather enjoyable. The cake tasted heavenly
and the sex was mind-blowing. It was like having two orgasms at the same time.
So he kept chewing, trying to at least, while Shouto fucked him over the table
in quick, curt thrusts and bucks. It wasn’t as intense as it had been in the
car but that was okay, Midoriya was a simple boy with not so simple but still
kind of simple needs and this would be more than enough for him right now.
 
He moaned quietly, mewling pathetically but arousingly. Shouto scrolled through
his cell phone nonchalantly as he kept his body moving back and forth. Ashido
was shopping with Jirou. Cool. Ojirou visited his family. Interesting. Mineta
touched a boob. Good for him.
 
-
 
“You didn’t have to ruin the cake like that.” Izuku whispered, wiping the
bottom half of his face clean of chocolate icing. He was sitting in Todoroki’s
large bathtub with him, it was much bigger than Midoriya’s and the designs were
different, they were nice, nicer than his. “I’m so sleepy!” He informed for the
ten hundredth time that afternoon and only then did Todoroki feel kind of bad
for keeping him awake.
 
“Sorry.” Maybe he had gotten a little out of hand and went overboard with
feeding Midoriya nearly to the breaking point but he’d gladly do it again if he
could. “We can nap after this, together… Promise.” He raised his pinky, waiting
for Midoriya to take it and when he did, butterflies erupted in his belly and
chest. “I love you.”
 
“Oh.”
 
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Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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“Oh?”
 
“Well… Love is such a strong word. I love Ur-...” He shut his mouth, looking
away. Did he love Uraraka? As this relationship with Todoroki progressed, his
with Uraraka began to decline. It turned into a spiral of missed phone calls,
ignored texts and awkward interactions. These days, after a whole month of
secret adultery, all that was on his mind was homework, video games and
Todoroki-Kun. Though he’d told himself that this was all okay because Todoroki
didn’t mean anything to him while Uraraka did, he knew it wasn’t. Right now, at
this moment, while Todoroki stared at him expectantly, he felt his heart swell
and his chest relax. “I love you too.” He whispered, avoiding all eye contact.
After all the sex, games, and hours spent together, this was the hardest thing
he’s ever done. Not because it was a lie, of course it wasn’t. Yeah, he was
dishonest with Uraraka and maybe even himself but he knew that his words were
true, his feelings were solid and his mind was made up. He was shy, sheepish,
embarrassed and above all, he was wrong. He had been wrong. He did what he told
himself not to and not only was he physically cheating, he was downright in
love with another. He could no longer hide the truth.
 
If Todoroki was surprised, he didn’t show it. If he was happy, he let Midoriya
know by smiling, just barely. The corners of his lips twitched, his eyes
crinkled, his cheeks reddened, his arms came up to wrap Midoriya in a tight
hug. “You’re not just saying that because I did?”
 
Midoriya shook his head, his lips pursing and his brows creasing in flustered
stubbornness. “No, I mean it. Promise.” His voice was quiet and curt, his tone
was shy but sure. “I love you. Very much.” He confirmed.
 
“More than Uraraka?” The question might’ve been easy to answer three or four
weeks ago but right now, he wasn’t quite sure. When he was feeling down, he’d
call Uraraka and she’d spend hours trying to cheer him up. When he needed
something, she somehow found a way to give it to him and vice versa because he
loved seeing the smile on her face when she realized that Deku did indeed care.
Now though, it was Todoroki who was taking up a majority of his time. It was
Shouto who made him smile on a daily basis whether it was with a simple dick
slap to the face or showing up with the intention of cooking something
delicious for Midoriya to devour in twenty seconds flat.


More than he loved Uraraka? He loved her, sure, but maybe not the way he used
to, or ever did. He recalls never being sexually attracted to her. Not when
they were whispering over the phone or sitting side by side like he and
Todoroki did. As much as he’d like to say no, he knew it wasn’t true. The
thought of it made his throat close up and left a sour taste in his mouth.
“Yeah.”
 
Midoriya felt Todoroki’s forehead on the nape of his neck, nuzzling him from
behind and pressing gently kisses to the top of his spine. He wasn’t entirely
sure if he was in the mood for sex, maybe he could just lay there while Shouto
spooned from from behind and stayed inside while he squeezed around him but
before he could suggest the idea, Shouto pulled away. “I don’t think you know
just how much that means to me.” This time, when Midoriya peeked at him, he saw
that he was grinning. The smile was genuine, it had a heavy gravitational pull
and he felt himself drawing near to press his lips up against Todoroki’s
extremely soft ones.
 
“You’re too good to someone like me.” Was all Midoriya could think to say.
Despite the way he cheated, manipulated, blackmailed and lied to get where he
was, he ended up in a better place then he’d thought. He hadn’t ended up as the
boyfriend who was caught and killed or had his house or car trashed by an angry
girlfriend. His clothes weren’t on fire, his life wasn’t in danger (He hoped),
his friends weren’t turning against him and much more.
 
“Someone like you?” Todoroki pulled away for a few seconds, then leaned in so
his eyelashes tickled Midoriya’s cheeks. “Someone like Midoriya, whose kind.
Midoriya is beautiful, and caring. He’s smart and full of hope and
determination. If he wanted something, he knew how to get it. If he was in some
sort of problem, he’d fix it instead of ignoring it. If his friend was in
trouble, he’d save them, he saved me.” Midoriya stared down at the soapy bath
water, listening silently and feeling his stomach fill up with butterflies.
They were multiplying by the second. 2, 4, 6, 8, 100, 1000- 1,000,000.
 
“Todoroki-Kun, you don’t mean that-”
 
“I do. Don’t tell me I don’t, please.” He whispered. It was more of a plea
rather than a demand. “I really do. I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t
been my opponent that day. I don’t know if I’d ever even consider using my left
side if you hadn’t been there, screaming at me.” Their foreheads were pressed
together, their hands rested underwater, linked together and Todoroki didn’t
mind the nails digging into his skin or the tears falling into the water, tiny
waves descending and fading out within seconds. “You give me reason, more than
I’ve ever had. I’m no longer just a masterpiece or a creation, I’m no longer a
weapon or a pawn for my father, thanks to you. When my mother left, I thought
I’d never have another taste of true happiness or peace. I thought she was the
one and only, the only one who could bear loving me and when I lost her, I lost
big pieces of myself.”
 
“Please s-stop, Shouto.” The voice was tiny, weak and shaky. Sniffles followed
and hiccupping too. Todoroki kept talking anyway.
 
“Thank you.” He whispered. He wasn’t crying or even close to it but unlike him,
Midoriya wasn’t holding up so well. It was a lot of pressure, his little speech
was too much for him to handle. Only then did he realize just how much he
didn’t deserve someone like Todoroki-kun. How much he didn’t deserve being with
him or even having him in his life. “You mean much more to me than you could
possibly imagine, even if this started out as some sort of booty call, you were
never just that to me-”
 
“Shouchan.” With a quivering bottom lip and watery eyes, he reached up to cup a
hand over Todoroki’s mouth. “I’m sorry.” He had to apologize again, the one
from before was a terrible apology. When it came down to it, he should be on
his knees begging for forgiveness but lucky for him, Todoroki was a gentle
soul. “I’m terrible… I’m a horrible person, we both know that.” How he wasn’t
stuttering, he guessed it was because he’d never been so sure of something in
his life. “Tell me what to do.”
 
“You didn’t get where you are now by listening to what people told you to do.”
Todoroki was right. “If you did listen, if you took the advice given to you,
I’m sure you’d be dead.”
 
‘Take a swan dive off the rooftop’
 
“You’d be at a regular high school. You’d have a relationship with someone
else, you’d be depressed, you wouldn’t be a hero.”
 
‘Can you be a hero? Not without a quirk.’
 
“If you need me to tell you what to do, then believe me when I say you’re not a
horrible person and believe in yourself. You’re better off that way.” His words
were firm now, positive. There was no hesitation. “My fingers look like
raisins.” Midoriya sniffled, a smile twitching at his lips. “Let’s get out, are
you still sleepy?”
 
Izuku nodded, reaching up to wipe his face. Stupid Todoroki… he almost killed
him! “Thank you too, for… everything.” With that, Todoroki stood, holding his
hands out for Midoriya to take and when he did, he pulled him up so they were
standing face to face. “Am I staying the night?”
 
“If you’d like.” He whispered.
 
-
 
Midoriya slept like a baby in Todoroki’s arms but unfortunately, he couldn’t
say the same about himself. Midoriya’s snoring was soft but still very evident,
like a kitten with a cold. His eyes were still red-rimmed but his breathing was
calmed and evened out. His lips twitched and his fingers jerked gently when he
was having a seemingly active dream. Todoroki could see this, as he was
watching over him, admiring his soft face and defined freckles. His lips were
just barely parted, a small bit of saliva dripping from edge. He murmured a few
profanities here and there but aside from that, his sleeping form was nothing
short of ‘to-die-for’, especially when he was wearing one of Todoroki’’s pajama
shirts and boxer shorts that stretched around his soft form.
 
He was so focused on the pretty boy lying next to him that he didn’t register
the voice of his father entering the house. There was someone else with him, an
interviewer perhaps? Todoroki had left his phone in the kitchen, on the table,
and didn’t get the calls or texts from his father’s secretary.
 
‘Interview tonight at six.’
‘Please be ready to speak about your father’s organization.’
 
Missed Call
 
Missed Call
 
Two Voicemails
 
‘Please prepare for this interview’
 
Todoroki reached up to play with Midoriya’s hair, twisting soft, green hair
around his pointer finger gently and watching it uncurl when he let it go.
Cute. His pushed his fingers in through his hair, Midoriya didn’t seem to mind,
he didn’t even stir. The room was still and quiet, calm and peaceful. Bed was
comfortable underneath them as were the covers over them. Speaking of, Todoroki
reached down to pull the thick bed clothes up and over their shoulders. He
snuggled into the pillow, his arms snaking around Midoriya’s waist and pulling
him close. Just as he was shutting his eyes, he heard his bedroom door slide
open. “And my son, Todoroki…. Shouto.” His father trailed off as he took in the
sight of what he thought to be his sleeping son and what he could only guess to
be Midoriya. The crazy green hair was unmistakable.
 
Silence. He was glad to be facing away from his bedroom door and after a few
seconds of being completely still, the door shut and his father’s voice
continued, fading out as they headed down the hallway. Of course he heard a few
questions from the interviewer about whether this was some sort of secret love
affair, if this was Shouto’s new fiance, boyfriend, or whatever it could be and
each question was dodged.
 
Gosh, he couldn’t wait to see how this ended.
 
-
 
“Have a seat, Shouto.” Enji spoke from behind his desk. He did paperwork in and
out, every day when he had the time. As time progressed, there was less villain
activity. That could only mean one of two things, the league of villains gave
up or they’re plotting something. Though, they should be on the lookout, none
of them were.
 
Shouto was dressed formally now, he’d cleaned himself up after about an hour of
nervous thinking in bed. He couldn’t sleep after that little… encounter. The
best thing to do now, probably, was to get the worse out of the way. It was
around nine now, it was just starting to get dark out, Midoriya would most
likely be up and about soon, not feeling up to sleeping. He sat.
 
“Tonight, I had a very important interview. It was with a representative from
one of the biggest Japanese entertainment producers. They were interested in
making another movie.” As if Endeavor didn’t have enough. “You can understand
my frustration, can you not? When I invite one to my home to meet my son who
could potentially be, not only a hero, but a successful actor, only to see he’s
not one; presentable, two; alone or three; awake. Not only that-” Enji stood
up, his large fists on the table and his Hellfire growing rapidly around him.
“My son was in bed with another man, his rival, All Might’s own disciple! I
couldn’t be more embarrassed or ashamed or disappointed in you.” His voice grew
louder, booming around Todoroki who felt himself wanting to flinch and curl up.
All he did was stare down at his lap though. “Things can be… arranged though. I
hope you know what this means. What this could do for your career.”
 
Shouto lifted his head, his curious eyes watching as Enji sat back down, doing
his est to calm down and lessen the flames surrounding him. He made brief eye
contact with Shouto before averting his gaze back towards his computer monitor.
“This gives us an opportunity, almost like… a publicity stunt.”
 
“No, father, this isn’t a j-”
 
“I thought I taught you better than to interrupt me.” All he had to do was
raise his voice and he’d have Shouto shying away. The boy quieted down. “That
representative certainly isn’t going to keep his mouth shut. Rumors will spread
and get worse over time. Believe me. If you came out, you’d be one of the first
and if not, THE first hero to come out as….?”
 
“...Homosexual.”
 
“That. The attention you’d grab with an announcement like that would certainly
have a positive impact.” Enji might be a raging piece of shit but he was smart.
“Citizens of all ages who are… Homosexual would certainly look to you for
guidance, with admiration. It’d make news, you’d become a well-known hero
within days. It seems everyone has a soft spot for teens in ‘love’.”
 
“I do love him.” Shouto stared up through his eyelashes at his father.
 
“All the more reason for this to happen. I’m glad you agree.”
 
“I’m not agreeing to anything, I can’t use Midoriya like that, I refuse-”
 
“You’re not using him, after fifteen years of living with me, I’d hoped you’d
at least catch on a little faster. It’s this or have your reputation ran
through the dirt. You’ll be known as a player, a dirty, sex crazed teen who
doesn’t value the feelings of others. I can only imagine how that producer will
word things. What will it be? Shouto’s one night stand or Shouto Todoroki’s
lover?” Sadly, Enji was correct. They should expect the worse if it came.
 
Shouto sighed, he shouldn’t argue. His father always knew what was best for
him, right?
 
“Okay.”
 
-
 
“I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow…” Midoriya whined with a yawn. His eyes
were still closed as he snuggled up to Todoroki’s chest. Back to cuddling, he
didn’t mind one bit. “Staying here with you sounds a lot more interesting.” He
wasn’t meaning to be flirtatious but his sleepy, soft voice and suggestively
adorable tone made Todoroki blush from right next to him. He couldn’t possibly
be aroused at a time like this. They weren’t home alone, he was anticipating
the conversation they’d have about coming out and the possibility of enduring
Uraraka’s wrath!
 
Midoriya seemed to have other ideas though. He opened his green eyes, peeking
up at Todoroki and even though it was dark, the silence confirmed his beliefs.
“I can’t sleep.” He murmured innocently,wrapping his arms around Todoroki. “You
shouldn’t have let me nap, how are you going to take responsibility?”  Little
did Midoriya know, Todoroki was already planning. He was planning different
things. Different ways to get the word out that he was in a stable, gay
relationship.
 
“Not sure.” He replied simply. “I can’t think of anything that’d tire you out
quick enough, oh jeez, I have no ideas, jeez louise.”
 
“Stop!” Midoriya covered his face, laughing quietly. “I never, in my life,
thought I’d hear Todoroki Shouto say ‘Jeez Louise’.” Midoriya pulled his hands
away with a sigh. “But I can think of a few things.”
 
“We have to be quiet.” Todoroki warned quietly, maybe he needed this. He didn’t
want to stress over the whole coming out thing. It’d probably be better to get
if off his mind, he just needed to sit back and relax.
 
“I’m always quiet.”
 
“I beg to differ.”
 
“Sh.” The room would get hot soon, he knew that. He kicked the blankets off and
stretched his legs before rolling over on top of Shouto. He felt lazy and laid
over him for a few moments before sighing and sitting up, straddling his hips.
If he did the work, he’d wear himself out and get the amount of sleep he’d need
to function the next day.
 
“I can just-”
 
“No, no. I can do it. Just… let me.” He yawned again, scooting up and lazily
reaching behind himself to pull the front of Shouto’s pajama pants down just
enough for his pecker to fling free. Midoriya sighed, he contemplated on
whether he should take the time to stretch himself up for just let him go dry
but then he’d be aching much more in the morning. He spat on his fingers and
pushed his hand down the back of his borrowed boxer shorts.
 
His face was pale, his lips just barely parted, his eyes were closed and his
nose twitched as he concentrated quietly, making little to no noise. He was
quick, his fingers never felt as good as Todoroki did. There was no denying it,
no comparison. He didn’t bother trying to pleasure himself with his fingers, he
needed to be quick.
 
When he was done, just two minutes later, he pulled his boxer shorts down and
around his thighs. They stretched around the fat but somehow, it was still
appealing to Shouto. “Don’t move.” Izuku whispered, lifting himself tiredly-
just enough to get in position. Perfect. He felt the head of Todoroki’s beaver
basher (I just googled that because I don’t want to overuse the word ‘Cock’)
against his back door. Knock knock.
 
Deep breath. He lowered himself slowly. “O-o-ah.. Okay.” That was nice. He had
a deep love for the feeling of being full. Shouto was the perfect size, girth,
the perfect person for this job, the perfect person for Midoriya. He couldn’t
imagine himself doing this with anyone else any time soon and when he sat down
completely, he opened his eyes.
 
“Comfortable?” Todoroki questioned. This was nowhere near as exciting as it
usually was but it would definitely suffice. It felt sensational. The way
Midoriya subconsciously squeezed around him made him want to jerk his hips up
and actually do the fucking, the milking, the making Midoriya scream at the top
of his lungs but now wasn’t the time. Maybe next time.
 
“Yuhhh….” He looked as if he’d fall asleep at any given moment but before he
did, he leaned back, his hands pushing down on the mattress for leverage. He
started bouncing slowly at first, panting quietly. “I don’t think-...” He
whimpered as quietly as he could but as he kept going, kept bouncing, he
realized that he was gradually getting louder and louder.
 
“Sh, sh.” Todoroki hushed, they’d be done soon enough and within what felt like
hours but was really only about fifteen to twenty minutes, they were both
shuddering silently. Todoroki filled Midoriya up with his disappointingly
cooler juices and Midoriya soiled his boxer shorts. He changed into a new pair
before flopping face forward in bed next to Todoroki and rolling over, his back
against Shouto’s chest.
 
“I’m hot…” Izuku was beginning to sweat and before he could whine and complain
again, he felt Todoroki cooling him down slowly, concentratedly. “Thank you,
Shouchan. You’re the best.” A few minutes passed by and Todoroki was positive
he was asleep.
 
“I love you, Midoriya.”
 
“Thanks broship, I love you too.” He laughed, feeling a burn creeping up his
back.
 
-
 
Todoroki didn’t tell him, he just couldn’t. It could all end in absolute mayhem
and chaos! So he kept his mouth shut, kept his head down and stared at the
assignment he’d already finished in front of him. The class had a low hum of
constant, quiet conversation and everything seemed fine and dandy. Things were
just fine right now and he wouldn’t disturb it like Bakugou probably would if
he hadn’t been talking to Kirishima.
 
“You’ve already finished.” Midoriya leaned over his shoulder, standing next to
his desk. When did he get there exactly? Shouto wasn’t sure, he shouldn’t be
spacing out like that in a time like this. “I did too.” Izuku murmured,
flashing that bright white smile of his.
 
The public disclosure would take place in three days, on a Saturday, around six
in the evening over a large, delicious meal downtown at some nice restaurant
sponsored by some hero organization. People would show up to talk about his
father’s rewards and stay to hear the shocking news of Todoroki Shouto’s not so
inconspicuous relationship. “I wanted to… ask you something.”
 
Midoriya tilted his head and nodded slowly, his brows drawing together in what
could only be confusion and slight concern. “Yeah? You can ask.” He spoke
slowly and unsurely.
 
“My father, he’s having a large dinner this Saturday.” They were at the back of
the class, their whispers getting lost and going unheard thanks to the
chattering that was going on all around the room. “I wanted you to come… make
sure you dress nice.” He knew he’d say yes.
 
“You want me to go with you?” Asking ‘Why me?’ would make him look stupid, he
knew exactly why. They were undeniably in love with each other for one,
boyfriends for another and when Midoriya wasn’t talking about weird kinks or
engaging in them, he was talking about heros. There would surely be a ton
there! “As your plus one? Like, a date?”
 
“I suppose you could call it that. I don’t think showing up alone is an option.
I’d much rather have someone I could trust by his side.” Midoriya might not be
trustworthy to others but those words made Midoriya solemnly swear never to
betray or double cross Todoroki internally- not that he was really ever
planning to. Todoroki was a perfect ally, a perfect friend, he might not be a
flawless conversationalist but he was Shouto and Midoriya loved that.
 
“Really? You mean it? You’re so… You’re too sweet.” Midoriya couldn’t help but
blush, pushing some hair behind his ear as he whispered. Even so, someone heard
them. Someone was eavesdropping, neither noticed. They were in their own little
bubble of hushed conversation. What Midoriya should wear, if he should bring a
gift, if he should eat before, if they were going to spend the night after,
they were all important questions Dark Shadow would recite to Tokoyami who had
agreed to help Uraraka and Tsuyu but only if they assisted him in training. As
it got darker and darker, he’d work on truly controlling his inner demon.
 
“A dinner? For heros?” Tsuyu whispered across the room.
 
“I believe it’s dedicated to Endeavor, the number two hero and his
achievements.” Tokoyami explained and Uraraka pushed his hand up against her
chin, her eyes casted down at the ground as she thought silently.
 
“I bet… She’s going, whoever she is. We should sneak in. It’ll be easy-”
 
“Ochako-chan, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
 
“No, really. If he’s not with a girl there, then we’ll know Todoroki isn’t
covering for him-” She looked towards Asui. “-And that he’s not cheating on
me.”
 
“That wouldn’t entirely debunk the theory, but I agree it’s worth a shot.” It
could still confirm their suspicions, if a woman showed up for Midoriya. “I
would also enjoy tagging along if you don’t mind my presence.”
 
“Of course not, the more the merrier, right?” Uraraka looked from Asui to
Tokoyami with a shaky smile, if there was another girl- she wasn’t sure what
she’d do.
 
-
 
“We only have an hour before we have to show up.” Midoriya whispered, red-faced
and flustered. He couldn’t see a thing with this blindfold and oh fuck, his
legs were in agony. His knees were bent and tied up to his neck, he couldn’t
stretch out and was ultimately exposed to Todoroki. It wasn’t too cold at all
but his genitals were feeling chilled r maybe he was just nervous about this
and about where they had to be in an hour. “Y-you can’t possibly… get us there
on time? If we’re doing… if you’re doing something like this to me?” Weak,
shaky, embarrassed, it wasn’t anything new at this point and Todoroki couldn’t
help but smile over his, his fingertips just barely brushing along the
underside of Midoriya’s fat, sensitive thighs.
 
“I can.” He replied simply, leaving little trails of minor burns and watching
Midoriya try to wiggle his way out of this. His hands were tied up over his
head and around one of the bars of Todoroki’s headboard.
 
“Can you?” No way. It would take at least twenty minutes to get their suits on
and do themselves up to be presentable at a seemingly fancy setting. Then ten
minutes to drive there and from this, they’d need to shower, brush their teeth
and more. Ultimately they had about fifteen minutes to do this. Fourteen now if
Midoriya’s calculations were accurate.
 
“Are you doubting me?” It would be close, but they’d get there on time and if
not, showing up fashionably late might further the whole coming out to the
world as a homosexual ass fucker.
 
Lovely.
 
Hurry, hurry, hurry. Slap, slap, slap, he slapped his thighs a few times before
nonchalantly pressing his pointer and middle fingers against Midoriya’s
bunghole. He watched the way Midoriya inhaled sharply, he could tell he was
nervous about today and he probably shouldn’t be doing something like this
before such an important event but he just couldn’t help it. This was a better
alternative to having a quickie in the bathrooms after they arrived.
 
Maybe… no, they shouldn’t. But maybe…
 
Midoriya shook his head frantically, huffing, the ropes around his neck were
straining his airway but he had no complaints about that, he didn’t mind
whatsoever. He curled his toes at the feeling of fingers wiggling inside him
wildly, stretching him quickly and gracefully. Oh how he enjoyed how careless
Todoroki was with him from time to time because though he might’ve been
‘prepped’, it wasn’t the best job and before he could say anything about how he
still wanted those damned fingers inside him, he was given cock instead. One
that’d make his mind fuzzy and his insides feel mushy. One that’d impair his
walking for a couple of hours, there’s gonna be a lot of leaning for support
when they get to this social event.
 
Damn, what time was it?
 
Inch by inch? Never heard of her, he yelped, feeling the entirety of Todoroki
Shouto’s sizeable member deep inside him. ‘They were in a hurry’ He’d said, and
Midoriya couldn’t argue, not that he wanted to.
 
His voice was coming out in high pitched mewls and whines. He let out a shrill
laugh at the feel of Todoroki’s tongue running up the bottom of his foot and he
accidentally came when he did, goddammit.
 
-
 
“We’re on time, see?” Todoroki pointed to the time on the screen in his car.
They managed to get here with five extra minutes though Midoriya almost had a
heart attack from Todoroki’s crazy but impressive driving. Midoriya turned to
glare at him for a few moments before cracking a small smile and opening the
door to get out of the car. He was Todoroki’s plus one and once they stepped
into the tall, seemingly made entirely of glass building, they were in complete
awe.
 
Midoriya made a quiet but somehow ear piercing squeal of excitement as soon as
he caught sight of the large array of pro heros walking around, sipping
champagne and talking amongst themselves. “It’s Mt. Lady, she’s not my favorite
and it’d be difficult for her to save someone using her quirk in a place like
this, she’d get stuck in here if she was smaller than the building itself but
if she was bigger, she’d definitely destroy and cause chaos in this area.”
Midoriya rambled before his eyes flickered to Celeste. “Celeste, she’s a
descendant of the first quirk holder documented, she can glow and levitate. Her
wedding last year, she married a merman.”
 
“Me and my father were there, yes.” Todoroki reminded, but there was no way
Midoriya could’ve known that, His head whipped to face Todoroki and as he
whined and ranted about not being invited, Shouto tuned him out and examined
his face. He was smiling despite not having gotten to go, he wasn’t blushing
but his freckles stood out anyway, his hair was slicked back with gel and
curled up just a little in the back. He was wearing a collared undershirt and
jacket, a bow tie around his neck to cover up the evidence from before. He
reached up to pull on each side of the crooked thing and once he did,
Midoriya’s dull droning halted and all the little shit did was smile up at
Todoroki with absolute admiration.
 
“Thanks.” He whispered. “I’m not sure what I’d do or where I’d be without you.”
Midoriya wanted nothing more than to take Todoroki’s hand in his, his fingers
were itching and twitching to do it but he just shoved his hands into the
pockets of his slacks. “Where are we sitting?”
 
Todoroki stared down at him with slightly widened turquoise and silver eyes
before stuttering something about their assigned seats. “S-somewhere in the…
front.” He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling trapped in this suit and
sweating profusely. “I need a minute.” He sidestepped Midoriya and headed
towards the restroom and ideally, Midoriya would’ve followed but how suspicious
would it be if he did? Plus, Todoroki would’ve asked him to come if he wanted
him to. He carried on, heading to the front.
 
-
 
“Sh! There he is.” Uraraka hissed, her face hidden behind a fancy mask and her
hair pulled up into a nice, neat bun, her bangs crowning her face flawlessly.
Asui’s hair was in a high ponytail, tied up in a bow and hanging down her back.
They were both wearing black dresses but Uraraka’s was a little shorter with a
slit running up to her thigh, her leg peeking out of the ruffly opening. There
were no sleeves either but Tsu’s was long sleeved and transparent with flowers
swirling around. The dress went down to her feet, covering her entirely and so
her froggy face wasn’t recognized, it was hidden by a matching black mask.
 
“Ribbit… he’s alone.” They’d gotten in with the help of Tokoyami. He’d used
dark shadow to distract the men at the door while Tsuyu and Uraraka used their
quirks to get to the roof and slipped in through one of the windows near the
top. They’d fooled around and laughed on the way up but as soon as they were
inside, they got serious. “Maybe you should go talk to him.” She held her
finger up to her lips as she spoke. “Doesn’t seem like many recognize him.”
 
“I should wait a bit longer, maybe she’ll approach him if she’s alone.” Uraraka
shrugged at her idea before Tsu shot it down.
 
“Maybe she’ll approach and ask who you are like they do on TV?”
 
“... That’s a great idea.” Ochako hissed, standing straight and smoothing her
dress down before hurriedly ‘walking’ as best she could in the heels she was
wearing towards Izuku. She tapped his shoulder and watched as he turned with a
smile. Then he frowned. Damn, these masks didn’t help at all!
 
“Uraraka?” He squeaked before coughing, trying to compose himself as best as he
could. “What are- What are you doing here?” He laughed nervously, rubbing the
back of his neck. He had nothing to be nervous about surely though he would’ve
liked some sort of heads up or a notice or hell, for her not to have even
arrived.
 
“I heard you were coming and thought I’d tag along. You don’t mind, do you?
Cause you’ve got nothing to hide, right?” She questioned, latching onto his arm
and resting her head on his shoulder.
 
No, he did, and though this may be the worse place to tell her all about how he
takes it up the ass by Todoroki who’d inadvertently stole his heart and
basically ate it. “... Ura-san.” He whispered, pulling his arm free and
reaching forward to grab her hands, squeezing them in his own and staring her
in the eyes through the actually nice mask, wow, where’d she get that?
 
It was time to come clean, by now, having Uraraka as a girlfriend was only
weighing him down and holding him back from the type of relationship he somehow
knew Todoroki wanted this entire time. He shouldn’t be the one keeping Uraraka
on some sort of chain and away from finding a lover worthy of her. He shouldn’t
have been the one dangling the possibility of an actual relationship in front
of Todoroki the way he had been this entire time.
 
-
 
Todoroki stared at himself in the mirror of the men’s room, taking in how
absolutely attractive he was and how unbelievably pathetic he may be. He can’t
quite understand how agreeing to have constant sex with the taken guy of his
dreams lead to actually being his boyfriend, his secret one at that, his
favorite lover on top of that and though the feeling was nice, it’d never
outweigh or wipe away the constant itch in his chest. The small but powerful
feeling of hatred boiling inside him.
 
Uraraka. Uraraka, Uraraka, Uraraka. He wasn’t sure if he hated her or the fact
that it was because of her that they were constantly hiding the love he and
Midoriya shared from the world. Todoroki didn’t want to hate her, oh god, he
wished he didn’t because he didn’t have the right to. Midoriya was hers, he
started out as hers and Todoroki took that away from her without a moment’s
hesitation because he’d do anything… anything to be with him. Pathetic.
 
“Ready?” He turned around, having zoned out. He didn’t feel the heat or see the
flames in the mirror but he recognized his voice and wasn’t surprised to turn
as see his father standing over him. “You know what to do.” His voice was low
and firm and chilling. Todoroki nodded, turning towards the door and stepping
out. He kept his face down, his eyes on the floor in front of him as he and his
father walked up to the front of the large room, onto the short lift of the
floor. They hadn’t said a thing but they were already drawing the attention of
guests all around and tables began to fill up as heroes took their seats, ready
to applaud whatever achievement Endeavor had to brag about now and get on with
their exciting lives. Little did they know they’d be in for quite the surprise.
 
As Todoroki took loud steps towards the mic, his father raised his arm, waving
at the large room. He stopped and stood timidly next to him, the white side of
his hair pinned back and his red side free. He stood still, his hands behind
his back and his eyes scanning the room before landing on his lover. He almost
threw up when he saw who he was talking to.
 
By her grim expression, he could tell what they were talking about. His blood
ran cold and his heartbeat sped up, he could hear it in his ears and all noise
around him was drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. His father talked
on and on about his starring in movies, his awards, his position as #2 hero and
his legacy being passed onto Shouto who mindlessly took the mic that his father
was holding out for him. He brought it to his lips before speaking. He suddenly
felt dizzy where he stood. “I couldn’t have done it without… without Midoriya
Izuku.
 
Midoriya sealed his lips shut, his brows creasing as he turned to Todoroki.
He’d just gotten through ending his relationship with Uraraka but had barely
managed to convince her that no, there wasn’t another girl. Uraraka let go of
his hands, looking up to Todoroki alongside Deku. Her heart was cracking, her
lungs were heavy, her eyes were watering but as Todoroki spoke about his
friendship with Midoriya, she should be happy for him, right? She should clap
when he was finished. That’s what classmates and friends did for each other,
right?
 
Izuku was wide eyed, his gaze flickering between Todoroki and Uraraka. Shouto
pointed straight at him and the small teen looked around to see all eyes on
him, smiling faces and proud expressions. He caught a glimpse of All Might back
by the door with the fatherly smile that made him feel warmth in his chest. “My
first friend.” Don’t say it. “My source for motivation.” Please.
 
“My boyfriend.” A few gasps went around but clapping filled the room, whoops
and hollers, cameras flashing, questions being asked and more and before he
could turn to Uraraka to explain, she was gone and he was lost in a forming
crowd. When he turned back, it was Todoroki standing there with a blank and
unreadable expression. “Sorry.” It’s as if they obliviously used each other.
Midoriya couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty.
***** r a P e? ? *****
Chapter Summary
     1, band is killing me
     2, i love your comments, they're what keep me going on this atrocity,
     thank you all
     3. idk if it's actually rape but kind of but also not, idk
     4- death t h r e a t s
Chapter Notes
     I should probably clarify, izuku has a degradation kink, at first it
     means nothing when he's drunk but then he applies it when he should
     seriously say no at the end okok
Midoriya wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on right now, it’d happened way
too fast, too fast for him to process. He didn’t know where Uraraka went, why
Todoroki had unexpectedly outed them without consulting him, when the clapping
would stop and how he’d fix all of this. How could he put the pieces back
together? How could he rebuild bridges he inadvertently destroyed? He took a
few deep breaths, feeling the way Todoroki wrapped an arm around his waist and
waved at the few cameras that made it inside and the guests smiling and
clapping for them.
 
Midoriya looked up to Todoroki, he looked up to his smile, how professional.
How… fake. Midoriya blinked a few times before slapping a smile on and waving
just as enthusiastically. Throwing a fit and starting a screaming match with
Todoroki would just end in catastrophe and make them both look bad, he was more
mature than that anyway. He needed to calm down and despite how conflicted he
was feeling right now, having Shouto by his side made it all at least a bit
better.
 
This isn’t so hard. Midoriya counted to ten in his mind, felt his body relaxed
and decided that this could wait until they left.They posed for a few shots
before Todoroki let go and turned to their table which neither have had the
chance to even sit at. He pulled Midoriya’s chair out for him and Izuku took a
seat, his smile wavering by now but not because he wanted to frown.
 
Enji reached for the mic, clearing his throat before speaking as though this
was a surprise. ‘What a revelation.’ He’d started before actually
congratulating his child and moving onto more important things. Movies, awards,
trips, agencies, donating to charities and more. Midoriya wondered if he was
onboard with this bullshit, he wondered if Enji cared if his son was
homosexual, he wondered if this night was going to end in anal sex either way.
 
Todoroki took a seat next to Midoriya, pushing his arm around his shoulders and
leaning close to whisper into his ear. “I’ll explain later.” He promised,
keeping his composure. Midoriya looked down, his lips twitching, he wasn’t sure
to say so all he did was merely nod and faced Enji as he spoke with experience.
 
Todoroki wasn’t sure why he hadn’t told Midoriya about his father’s plans. He
stared at the side of Midoriya’s face, his hair was still slicked back, his
cheeks were still paled and littered with freckles, he still looked great in
his suit-  but something was different. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on
it or point it out so he looked up to his father and listened until his speech
was over.
 
Of course people asked questions but they were modest and respectful. Where had
they met? When did they become a couple? Got any plans for after high school?
They were called cute, adorable, they were gushed over for being an attractive
teen couple. Ones who’d definitely become successful heros with each other to
look to for support. Strong heros with a strong bond between one another,
apparently it was fantastic yet rare for heros to have a healthy relationship
throughout their career. Oh, how Todoroki knew that.
 
He knew his parents weren’t in love, and he knew their relationship was
absolutely toxic so it was a huge wonder and a surprise that he wasn’t forced
into marrying a woman with an incredibly powerful quirk. Maybe if his father
bothered with love in general, he wouldn’t be so driven to false heroship. He
isn’t a hero because he wants to save the lives of innocent civilians, he’s a
hero for the recognition, the attention, to be number one. “Thank you! It’s
nice to have it off my chest now.” Todoroki spoke with an upbeat attitude,
pulling off his charade while Midoriya just stood by him looking pretty.
 
The night dragged on. “Should I be drinking this?” He questioned, examining a
glass of champagne, holding it at eye-level and staring at the bubbles trailing
to the top. “I’m only fifteen.” He reminded Todoroki, his eyes looking up to
him with such intensity. Shouto was slightly intimidated. “If you’re trying to
get out of talking later tonight…”
 
“I’m not.” He lied, blushing and breaking eye contact. “But you might like it,
and you might ease up. You’re as stiff as a board.” Midoriya looked down into
the glass before raising the glass up to his shiny, plump lips and lifting the
bottom half- the liquid flowing into his mouth little by little. Just a little
sip. Midoriya would never, ever, ever, ever, ever plan on getting drunk. How
could he? He could easily be ambushed! Taken advantage of by plotting villains!
He wouldn’t be prepared for a fight if he was needed.
 
But damn, he was a fucking lightweight. One sip and he felt it rushing to his
head already. It started out slow. He hummed lightly. It would be rude to just
set this glass down somewhere and have some poor guest drink after him. So he’d
finish it, just one half full glass of champagne that was probably expensive.
He wouldn’t know. He’s no expert on alcohol. “Taste good?” Todoroki questioned,
keeping an arm around him possessively and Midoriya wasn’t sure if it was for
show or if he was just an affectionate person now that they didn’t have to
hide. Midoriya simply nodded, his eyes drooping and his lips curving down
before he took another sip, avoiding conversation. Todoroki could sense his…
his anger? Sadness? He couldn’t quite tell.
 
Midoriya handed his empty glass back to Todoroki who took it and set it down on
a tray with other empty glasses. Before he could say something, Midoriya had
another glass at his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing the small
amount of liquid in one go. What had he done? “Midoriya?” His voice was soft.
 
“What?” There was a twinge of bitterness in his tone and for a split second,
Todoroki thought that maybe- just maybe- he should leave the whole thing alone
until Midoriya brought it up. Maybe he would’ve if it was a month ago, maybe he
would’ve left Midoriya to deal with this on his own if he wasn’t his boyfriend
but he was and good boyfriends didn’t out their relationship without bringing
it up to their counterpart and not even take responsibility.
 
“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”
 
“I’m not mad.” Midoriya whispered over the rim of the shiny glass in his hand.
“I promise.” He flashed a shaky smile. “Let’s talk about it later, like you
said, okay?”
 
Okay.
 
So the night progressed and with every glass of champagne spontaneously
appearing in Midoriya’s hand, came a wobbly, blushy Midoriya. He didn’t say
much, he didn’t do anything embarrassing, Todoroki was surprised by how well
kept together and mature Izuku was acting despite drinking at least five
glasses of what he believed to be disgusting champagne.
 
-
 
Todoroki helped Midoriya into the passenger’s seat of his car, he drank not a
single drop of anything alcohol and wondered how on Earth Midoriya managed to
get away with doing so around a bunch of heroes but he guessed they let it
slide because the night was one to be celebrated rather than soiled over a teen
drinking a few glasses of simple champagne.
 
When Todoroki sat in the driver’s seat, he started the car with a sigh and put
it park before calmly making his way down the street, in the direction of his
own house. “I don’t know how your mother’s going to react when she finds out
you’ve been drinking.” He heard a snort.
 
“I wonder how she’ll react… when she finds out I’m a dirty cheater.” Todoroki
took his eyes off the road for just a second to glance at Midoriya. He was
leaning against the window, his finger against the glass, he was trailing his
pointer finger around on the glass. There was no fog. “I wonder.”
 
Todoroki wasn’t sure how to react to something like that. He kept his lips
sealed, there was no point in lying to Midoriya or himself. Midoriya was a
cheater, a damn cold one, a heartless one. He wasn’t looking forward to hearing
whatever Midoriya had to say about tonight but he was starting to wish that was
what Midoriya was going to start with first rather then attacking Todoroki’s
lips as soon as they were safely behind the doors of Todoroki’s spacious
bedroom.
 
He was drunk, Shouto wasn’t. He didn’t want their first night as an official
monogamous couple to be one-sided drunken sex. “Midoriya, stop.” He whispered,
pushing on his shoulders and disconnecting one from the other. “You should
rest.”
 
“No.” He wasn’t whining like a child nor was he firm about it. It was a simple,
casual ‘no’ but it still wasn’t the answer or response Todoroki was hoping to
hear from him. He opened his mouth to say something else, to say yes, he needed
to lay down, drink water, eat something and go to sleep. He didn’t want
Midoriya to experience a hangover the next morning if he drank enough for it.
Midoriya kissed him again, pushing his wet tongue into his mouth like he always
did and despite loving the sensation, he cringed away.
 
“I’m not doing this tonight.” Shouto spoke with authority, watching the way
Midoriya hung his head low. He blinked a few times, wondering just what was
going on in that mind of his but before he could ask, Midoriya’s shoulders
started shaking. Todoroki reached forward to grip them tightly. “We should talk
when you’re sober.”
 
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
 
“But you said-”
 
“I know what I said, goddammit, I’m not a child.” Midoriya pushed his hands
against his face. “I just… Can we please? Then we can talk, about whatever you
want.” Midoriya never begged for sex, not like this at least. It was kind of
pathetic and shocking. “It’s my fault. You don’t owe me anything, nothing at
all.” Midoriya blinked tears away and those tears fell right from his eyes
instead of down his cheeks like they would’ve if his wasn’t bowing his head.
“Thank you.”
 
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” His words were jumbled together and
slurred, Todoroki couldn’t tell how he was feeling and was genuinely confused.
How could he fix this? How could he calm Midoriya down? “You’re intoxicated.”
 
“I know. I know, but…” He raised his head, a small smile on his face, a heavy
blush on his face, his eyes were misty and clouded. “You didn’t- You didn’t
even ask me. You gave me no warnings. You decided on your own, you made my
choice for me. Do you really think I’m so simple-minded?”
 
“What? No, no, of course I don’t... “ Midoriya was one of his smartest
companions, hell, he might even be smarter than Todoroki when it came down to
the category of heroes.
 
“No?” Midoriya tilted his head, his cheeks… reddening? Why on Earth… Oh God.
God no, please… “You think I’m stupid.” Midoriya spoke firmly, pushing Todoroki
back on his bed, the shit was quick even with however much alcohol in system.
He was on top of Todoroki in a matter of seconds, his thighs straddling his
hips and his hands down on his chest. “You think I’m a fucking idiot- say it.”
He demanded, Midoriya looked as though he was fucking salivating.
 
“No, I’m not saying that.”
 
“Say it!” He cried. “Midoriya, you’re fucking stupid. You don’t know anything,
I make your decisions for you.” He was panting as he spoke, his eyes wide and
dilated, his smile wide and arousingly creepy. His nails dug into his chest,
his body bounced lightly, urging Todoroki to say it, say anything related to
Midoriya being less of a person and more of an object. “Please? Want me to beg?
Like a dog?” No. No. Maybe- yes. Yes. Please, yes.
 
“N-no.”
 
“You’re lying.” Damn, was he that obvious? His own face was red and burning,
especially when Midoriya leaned in real close. “Gosh… To think I’m not
observant or smart enough to tell when my own boyfriend is lying.” He nuzzled
their noses together. “Say… it.” He drawled.
 
“You’re a fucking idiot.” It came out before Todoroki could stop it, he moved
to slap a hand over his mouth but just like before, he tasted Midoriya’s sweet
lips on his own, he felt the vibration of his immoderate, high pitched moan.
Their eyes were wide open, their tongues were pushing back and forth against
each other. The kiss was fast, rapid, it took Shouto by surprise, his mind was
racing. Was this a battle of dominance?
 
He wouldn’t lose. He brought a hand up, his fingers running through Midoriya’s
hair and gripping his green locks tightly, holding his head in place as he gave
it his all. There was no time to swallow the excess saliva filling their
mouths, there was barely enough time to breath through their noses and every
inhale Midoriya took was high pitched and desperate. He hadn’t expected
Todoroki to bounce back like that, he’d assumed he flustered him enough to last
at least another few minutes but he was dead wrong.
 
He could feel his heartbeat in his thighs, he could hear his blood rushing in
his ears. His face felt like it was on fire and his mouth was under attack.
Todoroki sat up, making Midoriya arch his back. He was sitting in his lap now,
his fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, what is this? Midoriya could
actually discern the noises, the spit sloshing around, dripping down their
chins and into their laps. He couldn’t pull away, he couldn’t think straight,
his entire body was vibrating.
 
He couldn’t keep up, Todoroki’s tongue, it was so fast, too fast. Izuku’s mouth
was getting tired, his head was spinning, he was losing.
 
Before he could process it, his eyes rolled back, his body went limp and he
fell back, Todoroki kept him up, watching as spit sloshed out of their mouths
and down all over their clothes. Midoriya was twitching, coughing weakly.
“Midoriya?” Todoroki whispered a few seconds later. “Are you… okay?”
 
Midoriya simply nodded, his irises reappearing as he gathered himself and sat
up in his lap. Something was off, again. He was obviously dishevelled and
caught of guard by Todoroki’s amazing tongue performance and action. “I think
I… I-” He made eye contact with Todoroki and leaned into his shoulder. That was
too potent for him for sure. He might’ve forgotten his name if Todoroki hadn’t
reminded him.
 
Damn, now Todoroki was stiff and erect. He wasn’t sure if it would be a good
idea to make a move after something as acute as that. Midoriya’s shaky hands
came up to pull Todoroki’s jacket back and off his shoulders. The older male
went ahead and shrugged it off, tossing it elsewhere, not caring how expensive
the thing was right now. He helped Midoriya do the same, he couldn’t tell if he
was drowsy because of the alcohol or because of the battle he’d just lost. “I’m
overwhelmed.” He whispered. “By just a kiss, I…” He came, from just a kiss.
Midoriya’s voice was weak and fragile, shaking and quiet. He was too
embarrassed to say it. He looked up to Todoroki, wondering if he was going to
say it for him and after experiencing, winning, something as fierce as that, he
felt a surge of confidence and dominance course through him like adrenaline.
 
He wrapped his fingers around Midoriya’s neck, he was already panting and
having problems recovering but Shouto couldn’t find himself to care. “Try that
again…” He pushed his lips against Midoriya’s but didn’t kiss him, instead he
gripped Midoriya’s right hand with his free one. “...and you’ll have more scars
than you could count.” His threat went straight to Midoriya member. How could
he be hard again? He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t genuinely terrified of
Todoroki and his seemingly serious threat but there was no way Todoroki would
do something Midoriya hadn’t told him to, right? Right…
 
“Y-yes Sir…” He breathed. Izuku felt so weak, he knew if he tried, he wouldn’t
be able to walk. He doubted he could do much more than hold himself up on his
hands and knees but oh- he didn’t really feel like it. He reached a quivering
hand up to grasp Todoroki’s wrist weakly. Midoriya coughed harshly when he
loosened his grip. While Midoriya took time to himself, Todoroki worked on
getting their shirts off which proved to be much easier if he just ripped them
rather than take the time to unbutton each button individually. “Todoroki-kun…
I’m-I’m terrible, aren’t I?”
 
“Yeah, you kind of are.” There was no use in lying. “You’re horrible. You
sucked me and kissed her without hesitation.” He was right. “You’re a cheater,
but you won’t cheat on me. I won’t let you.”
 
“Reeeaally.” It wasn’t a questioned, he drawled the word out teasingly, a cocky
smile forming on his face. “How are you gonna manage something like that for
someone as bad as me?” He didn’t miss a beat as Todoroki rolled over on top of
him, pulling Midoriya’s pants and soiled boxer shorts off.
 
“Go ahead and try.” If a dog did something it wasn’t supposed to, you
discipline it. Simple as that. “I’ll kill you before you get the chance.”
Midoriya’s blood ran cold. “You keep your animals on a leash.” His father had
taught him. “You never let them run free. I’ll be watching you, everything you
do. Every word your whore mouth says. Every move your cock-loving ass makes.
I’ll know, Midoriya. Be still for me.” Midoriya said nothing, laying still
under Todoroki, sweating, blinking rapidly.
 
Scared, terrified, frightened, nervous, anxious, tense.
Aroused, turned on, titillated.
 
Goodness.
 
He’d be still. He’d do anything for Todoroki. He didn’t move to cover himself
when he was completely naked, there was nothing Todoroki hadn’t seen already,
he had nothing left to hide at this point in their relationship. Midoriya
didn’t get a ‘good boy’. He got fucked.
 
It was quick, his eyes were closed but his mouth was open, breathing roughly,
his arms wrapped around Todoroki’s torso and pulling him close, keeping their
chests flushed together as he drove into him in short, curt thrusts and bucks
of his hips. There was no more whispering, moaning or dirty talk. It was simple
tonight and when they were done, Midoriya couldn’t think of anything else but
sleep. His eyes were droopy, he needed to sleep for sure.
 
He rolled over, pulling the covers up over his shoulder and actually jumped a
little when Shouto wrapped his arms around him from behind. “I love you,
Midoriya. I hope you know that.”
 
“I-I do.” He whispered. “I...love you too.” He really did.
 
-
 
“What if nobody likes me anymore?” Midoriya whispered, wearing a thin scarf
around his neck. Now that they had paparazzi around every corner, they needed
to be careful about marks. Rumors about abuse might stir up and Todoroki
certainly didn’t need something like that thrown on his name. Midoriya twiddled
his thumbs together, nerves getting the better of me. “Uraraka… she’ll be…”
 
“She’ll either be angry or sad, there’s not much you can do about it aside from
giving her space and leaving her alone.” Todoroki turned the car off in the
U.A. parking lot. “Maybe she’ll want to talk to you. Maybe she’ll slap you.”
 
“That’s not helping.” Midoriya spoke quietly.
 
“I’m not trying to help, dumbass. You’d probably deserve it if I didn’t do it
to you enough already.” Midoriya slouched in his seat, his face heating up.
“What I’m saying is maybe you shouldn’t have done what you did without
expecting it to end like it did.”
 
“Maybe, it might’ve worked out a little better if you hadn’t publicly outed me
right in front of her. I only broke it off, she didn’t need to know about all
of… that.” Midoriya sighed, turning to face the window, staring out of it. “It
was just embarrassing is all. I wasn’t thinking very straight last night,
obviously.” He remembered everything and just the thought made him want to curl
up and blush until he nose-bled to death. “And can we keep the name calling in
the bedroom? It doesn’t really… suit you outside of it.”
 
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Todoroki spoke casually and nonchalantly. “We’re going to be
late if we don’t get going.” He exited the car first and when Midoriya didn’t
move to do the same, he pursed his lips and came around, reaching to pull the
door open but Midoriya locked it before he could. Thus, a battle began.
Todoroki used his keys to unlock the doors but before he could open it,
Midoriya pushed the lock back down with his pointer finger, staring up at him
through the clean window with a straight face and pleading eyes.
 
“I don’t wanna go!” He whined, his cheeks flushing when Todoroki managed to
distract him long enough to open the door and pull him out. “Everyone’s going
to hate me!”
 
“No they’re not.” Todoroki groaned, wrapping his arm around Midoriya’s waist
and pulling him away from the car he was holding onto so desperately. He shut
the door with his foot and locked the doors with his keys. “No one’s gonna hate
you, they probably don’t even care, maybe they don’t even know.” For the most
part, Todoroki was correct.
 
Nobody but Uraraka and maybe Tsuyu seemed put down, Iida had his own problems
to deal with, the entire class knew that. He thought about approaching her,
talking to her and genuinely apologizing for cheating on her, but Todoroki kept
a tight grip on his hand, a tight leash around his neck. “Leave her be. She’ll
come to you if she wants to talk.” Shouto whispered, watching as Midoriya
nodded lightly and headed towards his own desk, taking a seat.
 
It felt like all eyes were on him, judging him from afar but when he scanned
over the class, nobody was even paying attention to him. He felt nervous as if
something was about to happen, some unexpected uproar or brooding catastrophe
but nothing happened and by the time class had ended, he’d gotten nothing more
but a few curious looks. Damn. He could barely pay attention throughout the
lesson and he found he’d absorbed none of the very valuable knowledge Aizawa
had to share with him. He pursed his lips, maybe he could ask Yaoyorozu or
Kacchan for their notes. Maybe. If he remembered. He shrugged it off.
 
The day passed quickly, things seemed pretty normal for the most part and
Kirishima even congratulated Midoriya and Todoroki all the while nudging
Bakugou with his elbow repeatedly, a silly smile on his face. Apparently he
thought Midoriya had already broken up with Uraraka. Then he understood why
nobody was all that mad, they didn’t even know he still had a girlfriend. Ouch.
He must’ve forgotten to hang out with her.
 
When he turned to look at her desk, she was already gone. Her back, her light
jacket, she’d made a quiet exit as soon as class ended and Midoriya couldn’t
bring himself to blame her.
 
-
 
The walk home to his own house was silent, the atmosphere was thick, the aura
Midoriya gave off was tense and nervous, his steps were small, his hands wrung
together and his head hung low. It was much different from the way Todoroki was
walking. It was like he was walking on air, there was pep in his step, a small
smile on his face, his head was held high and sometimes he’d hold up a peace
sign to anyone who just happened to have a camera with them. He wasn’t looking
forward to Midoriya’s possible demise but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at
least a little excited to have an official, public, one on one relationship
with the chubby, cute, shy, beautiful, smart, greedy, selfish, manipulative,
secretly slutty, green haired boy in his class. He felt like the luckiest man
on Earth. “My mother’s going to kill me.” He whispered frantically, unsure if
he should smile or frown when he felt Todoroki’s hand grab his fidgeting one.
“She didn’t raise me to be like this, to be so… evil.” Midoriya pushed his
bottom lip out, pouting up at Todoroki who simply leaned in to kiss that fat
lip back into place.
 
“I think you’re overreacting a little. I mean- we’ll just have to wait and see.
She’ll understand and stuff.” He wasn’t sure what to say to calm Midoriya down,
he was just barely getting close with his mother again and he couldn’t predict
how she’d react either. Then again, he wasn’t the one who had a girlfriend
throughout most of this.
 
“My mom, she’ll… she’ll…” He didn’t know what she’d have to say or what she was
planning to do so he trailed off, the sentence breaking off into nothing. They
continued walking, the sun was beginning to set in front of them but it was
still bright enough to make Midoriya squint and hold a hand over his eyes to
block the light. Izuku fumbled for his keys before unlocking the front door of
his humble abode and allowing Todoroki to step in before shutting it behind
them.
 
“Izuku?” His mother cooed from the kitchen before peeking her head around the
corner, a bright smile on her face. “Is that you? Is Todoroki joining you this
evening?” She had her suspicions and along with the rest, assumed his
relationship with Uraraka had digressed into a simple friendship. Her son was
no cheater, she knew that. “Come, come, have a seat at the island!” She
beckoned and Midoriya recalled the way she reacted when she found out about him
and Uraraka. It was just like this. Cheery and bubbly but he also remembered
the little talk she had with Uraraka. Aside from embarrassing him with pictures
of his chubby youth, she talked about how important Midoriya was to her and to
have his heart broken by such a sweet girl would be an absolute shame. It
wasn’t a threat by any means, his mother would never, but it was an
expectation.
 
Shouto shot Midoriya a look, he was confused and surprised to say the least but
also kind of relieved it was this rather than screaming or scolding. “I heard
from Yagi-” All Might’s first name. Mr.Might. All. Might. “-I’m so proud of my
baby boy.” She pinched his cheeks before bringing Izuku into a warm hug. He was
flustered, sure, but he hugged back with a smile anyway. “You know, I feel like
I’ve always known you were gay. I owed a lot of people money when you got a
girlfriend but I guess I’m no longer in debt, haha.” She spoke aloud, rubbing
the back of her neck with a blush. Todoroki knew right then and there where
Izuku got it. “Would you like some tea, Todoroki?”
 
Shouto sat at the island on the stool and nodded sheepishly, watching as Inko
made an affirmative noise and moved to begin boiling water. She raised her
hand, making a pull gesture and he watched with slight awe as the kettle
floated towards her. It was smooth, experienced but nothing to swoon over by
any means.
 
Midoriya looked between them with wide, cautious eyes and an unsure smile. He
set his bag down by the door and toe’d his shoes off before joining Todoroki in
front of the island. “Mom?” Izuku questioned from the bar, resting his hands in
his lap. “Am I still allowed to stay the night at Todoroki’s house? A-and can
he still stay here sometimes?” Now that Midoriya really thought about it, there
were very few nights or hours when they weren’t at each other’s side.
 
Inko struggled to reach two cups, wondering why she ever allowed Toshinori to
put the dishes up after they did them together. He always offered and she knew
he thought it was funny to see someone as short as her strain to get to the top
shelf. She used her quirk instead, blushing at the thought and setting them
down on the counter. She held a strainer over them, pouring steaming water over
the tea grinds. “I don’t know, it really depends.” She didn’t know how long
they were together and if it was too late to save her young son’s virginity or
not. “I don’t think I like the idea very much but… you two have had so many
sleep overs already and you both seem fine. So I’ll allow it, but it can’t be
almost every night like it has been. I’d like to spend time with my son too,
y’know.” She spoke in a sing-song voice, pushing two clay cups in front of
them. “Now, tell me all about how you two became a couple.”
 
Midoriya looked up at Todoroki with slightly panicked eyes before clearing his
throat. “Well… it was about a… week after I had broken it off with um… Ochako.”
He lied not so smoothly but Inko blamed it on him being flustered rather than
dishonesty.
 
“Right. Midoriya was down in the dumps. You might not have been able to tell
because I was always there to.. to…”  Shouto trailed off.
 
“To comfort me in my time of need. Me and Ura-san were looking for different
things and all. I was confused with what I wanted.”
 
“And me, I was sure I was… a homosexual, so Midoriya asked me for advice and
how to determine if he was… gay or not. So I talked to him and then… Then he…”
 
“He-he kissed me! And me, I was in a vulnerable state.” Oh now he was making it
seem like Todoroki took advantage of him and Inko looked slightly skeptical
before Todoroki jumped in.
 
“He told me to.” He lied. “When the kiss was shared, consensually, he said he
liked it much more than he liked kissing females. So we decided to start going
on dates and such. We were keeping it a secret in case it turned out to be a
flunk but it didn’t and I couldn’t be...happier.” They both smiled, Midoriya
leaned his head onto Todoroki’s shoulder. What a terribly well put together
story about friendship, heartbreak, young love and self-discovery, truly an
award winning novel. Midoriya wracked his brain, seemed like a familiar plot.
 
“Oh, how adorable.” Inko whispered, clapping her hands together. “Well, I’m
happy if you two are. Now… who’s ready to see ‘Zuku’s baby pictures? My
favorite is the one were he’s wearing his little All Might pajama suit. He
wanted his hero name to be All Might Jr.”
 
“Mom! Please…” He hissed with red cheeks but Todoroki was already scrambling
out of his chair and following Inko to the living couch. He dropped his head
onto the counter, his forehead smacking against the surface. Better than he
expected at least.
 
-
 
Midoriya flopped down on his bed, hiding his red face in his pillow and
groaning aloud. The last hour consisted of him on one end of the couch, turning
the TV up multiple times to drown out the laughter and the ‘aw’s from Todoroki
and his mother as they watched videos of his childhood. ‘Mighty All Man’,
‘Mighty Boy’, ‘All Might Junior’ He heard his mother say on the video before he
heard himself repeat the word ‘Junior’ enthusiastically and for a second, Inko
and Midoriya thought Todoroki had had a heart attack. His gripped his chest,
his eyes widening-
 
“Call a hospital.” He’d groaned but he was fine when she said there was more.
 
Now though, they were alone. No more embarrassment tonight he hoped. “I can’t
believe she showed you everything.” He whined into the pillow, his head coming
up just so he could glare at Todoroki who was standing by the door awkwardly,
his cheeks ablaze and his mind racing. He was barely paying attention, Midoriya
had been so cute, he’s still so adorable, he wanted to shrink him down and keep
him in his pocket and protect him from the world.
 
“‘Captain All Might’.” Was all he whispered, was he could get out without
exploding and even so, his left side heated up and he knew if he didn’t
regulate his body temperature, he’d set fire to Izuku’s room. “Cute.” Cute.
Cute. Cute.
 
Cutecutecutecutecutecutecutecute.
 
“Todoroki-kun, it… I wasn’t that cute.” Midoriya whispered, blushing just as
much as Todoroki was.
 
“Wrong.”
 
“What? No-”
 
“You’re wrong.” He interrupted, shaking his head. Those pictures and videos
needed to be treasured. They needed to be put in a museum though he didn’t want
to share the rare sight. “Let’s sleep.” They slept in their white undershirts,
spooning under his comfy covers. It was exceptionally warm that night but there
was no wonder as to why. Todoroki kept his arms tightly wrapped around
Midoriya’s torso and waist. Keeping him close.
 
-
 
“I’m not… really in the mood. I’m so sleepy and comfy.” Midoriya whispered, his
eyes droopy, his cheek squished against his pillow. He was wearing only his
boxer shorts, it was a hot Saturday evening. Summer was approaching and so was
the field trip with U.A.- it was some kind of getaway to relax, like a reward
for a whole school year of hard work. He wasn’t sure but he was excited.
 
“That’s okay.” Todoroki whispered, laying on Midoriya, his face against
Midoriya’s mid-back. “We can just talk if you’d like.” Talking was nice and
though they knew a lot about each other already, it was fun learning new things
about one another.
 
“Too lazy.” Midoriya whispered, pursing his lips before opening his eyes all
the way, he had an idea. “You know..” He wasn’t exactly sure how he should
bring something like this up without it being awkward but when he really
thought about it, it wasn’t nearly as bad as getting hard when someone tells
you they’re gonna kill you. “I wanted to try something.” He whispered, hiding
his face in his pillow and blushing. Todoroki was slightly appalled as to how
he could be so confident in the heat of the moment but shrink back to being the
shyest person alive in times like these.
 
“Try what?” Todoroki lifted his head, his chin resting on Midoriya’s warm skin.
He wondered what else there could be, what else Midoriya could possibly be into
outside of the getting tied up, blindfolded, gagged, degraded, talked down to,
etc.
 
“It’s weird…” He whispered, there was no way he could possibly say it aloud, he
shouldn’t. “Here.” He lifted his smartphone, ignoring the hundreds of
notifications from his instagram and opening his browser. Midoriya had only
skimmed through it when he came across it but now was the time to read it over
and talk it over with Todoroki but instead of doing that, he just passed his
phone over towards Todoroki.
 
With a raised brow, he took Midoriya’s phone and sat up, his eyes scanning over
the screen as he read the article. He needed to be gentle, he needed lots of
lube to do this, he’d have to find out if his fingers would work for something
like this and more. “It’s not so bad…” He murmured and he was being honest, it
really wasn’t all too strange. “I’ll do my best if this is what you want right
now.” Midoriya couldn’t help but blush and hide his face, why did he have to be
so charming? So understanding? He never shot down Midoriya’s ideas, he never
made fun of him for things he wanted or acted disgusted if he was (He never
was).
 
“Really?” Midoriya whispered, his voice muffled by the cushioning.
 
“Yeah… of course.” Anything for you. It seemed easier than degrading Midoriya,
he was terrible at dirty talk- or so he’d make himself believe. “I kind of do
it already before we… you know.” and now that Midoriya thought about it,
Todoroki was right. He felt a little better about this.
 
“O-okay… you know what to do?” He had the directions in his hand, on his phone,
it shouldn’t be all too hard really.
 
“Sure.” Todoroki got on his knees behind Midoriya, both of their cheeks heating
up as they stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Midoriya turned and pushed
his face into the pillow, waiting for what he’d asked but feeling far too shy
to relax. “Just… ease up a bit. It’s fine.” Midoriya yelped when Todoroki
rested his hands on his lower back, his right one was cold.
 
“Okay…” Midoriya murmured, shutting his eyes and taking in a deep sigh before
he felt Todoroki’s fingers under the waistband of his black underwear. “Okay,
okay, okay.” Midoriya breathed quickly, doing his best not to blush to death.
 
“We need lube, first and foremost. Would it make you feel better if I left to
get some while you calm down?” There was no salt or malice in his voice, he
genuinely wanted Midoriya to just relax and open up. If he didn’t relax, it’d
most likely hurt.  “I won’t be long.” But he’d take his time driving downtown,
dodging onlookers/classmates/people with cameras. Midoriya liked the idea.
 
“Yeahsure.” He squeaked quickly. Todoroki nodded, leaning down to kiss
Midoriya’s shoulder before standing from his bed and pulling his discarded
clothes on. He promised to be back soon and Midoriya believed him. He took this
time alone to think. It wasn’t anything important or mind blowingly intense,
just about their relationship in general. He had a boyfriend. When he said that
internally, it made his stomach flip and his chest tighten. “My… boyfriend.”
His voice was soft.
 
-
 
Todoroki stood in front of a small variety of different types of… lubricant.
Flavored. Glow in the dark. Enhanced lube. The flavors made him shivers-
buttery nipples- what the fuck. He didn’t buy that one. Instead, he decided to
pick the most simple, regular lube that smelled like strawberries. Nothing too
special or out of the box. He set it down on the counter before looking up to
the clerk. Yaoyorozu. “Momo.”
 
“Shouto.” Her voice wasn’t as enthusiastic as it usually was, kind of bitter if
he was honest but she rung him up anyway, flashing a small smile when he asked
if something was wrong, if something had happened and she went into graphic
detail about how some of the kids in other classes were ripping on her for
being filthy rich. He didn’t blame her, it’s not like she flaunted her wealth
or rubbed it in the faces of others. She dressed modestly and respectfully for
someone with that kind of money and that’s one thing he liked about her. “I’ll
see you later then.” She bid him a farewell and when he exited the store, he
checked his phone. Had it already been an hour? The conversation was extremely
one-sided, it was no wonder he spaced out here and there and lost track of time
almost completely.
 
By the time he returned to Midoriya’s home, Midoriya’s head was lolling, he was
almost asleep. “Sorry I took so long.” He whispered, sitting on the each of the
bed and watching as Midoriya shrugged lightly, resting his head on the pillow.
 
“S’okay.” A smile, Midoriya smiled tiredly. “I’m ready.” He was more ready than
he’d ever be. Relaxed, he’d keep it to himself that he may or may not have had
a sip or two from his mom’s alcohol cabinet.
 
“Okay, I’ll start then.” Todoroki couldn’t help but gulp as he sat behind
Midoriya. He reached for his boxers and began pulling them down, his plump rear
behind was so undeniably adorable. Okay. Okay. Okay. He reached for the small
bottle, recalling the steps and repeating them to himself internally. Fingers
are typically too short but at this angle, it just might work. Once he found
it, he needed to massage it very gently, too hard could cause severe damage- he
didn’t want that. He wasn’t sure if he should apply the slick substance to just
his finger or to Midoriya’s rump so he went with both, slicking his fingers up
as well as rubbing a thin layer of it over Midoriya’s hole. Okay, first step
down. Secondly, he needed to stretch him. It shouldn’t be a problem, he did it
all the time, kind of. When he felt like it. When he felt like Midoriya had
earned it. He pushed one finger in gently, watching in awe as Midoriya
shuddered and relaxed, it was actually kind of cool, the way his fingers fit so
smug-like. He wiggled it around, pushing in a little deeper and searching for
what he was looking for. Should be on the belly side, so down. He pushed down,
adding another finger, he found it!
 
The prostate gland. It was the size of a walnut, just like the article said and
once he found it,he knew he had succeeded at step three. Step four. Massage-
GENTLY. Midoriya should feel uncomfortable at first with it, which it looked as
though he was. He made a face, displaying mild discomfort. His lips stretched
and his teeth were exposed for a few seconds, his brows creased before he went
back to his relaxed state. It’d pass soon enough and he’d start getting off to
it. It took a minute or two for him to get used to the sensation of direct
prostate stimulation and his legs were buzzing, they were heavy. His entire
body was heavy actually, as if he was going through some sort of sleep
paralysis but it was a wet dream rather than a nightmare.
 
Once he got used to the static around his abdomen and lower back, the
shockwaves of stimulation and the permanent blush on his face, it actually
started to feel good. He was being milked. It was nice, it was a massage, it
was stress-relieving, he hummed lightly to signal to Todoroki that he was
indeed enjoying this. Todoroki didn’t add pressure, he knew he wasn’t supposed
to but what he did do was move his fingers a little faster knowing that just a
simple touch when it came down to direct stimulation did wonders. Just a little
more speed and he’d get the best results and the most intense orgasm but that
was only if he stroked Midoriya off at the same time and he wasn’t sure if
asking would ruin the mood or not. He shouldn’t just go grabbing for it either.
 
Midoriya opened his mouth, a high pitched huff escaping his fat lips. “That
feels… good.” He drawled, stretching his words out as if he was half asleep or
even sleep talking and as it continued, his huffs grew a little louder, they
became more and more frequent and Todoroki liked the sound of them. He kept
going, wiggling his fingers, pushing down on the spot with care, even adding
just a small bit of heat. This wasn’t bad at all and Todoroki had to wonder
what the big fuss was, why they were so flustered before this began. Before he
could even think to question it, Midoriya tensed up, he could feel it around
his fingers. Midoriya was climaxing and it had happened so quickly. He was
actually enjoying himself as well but what was really a sight to cherish. White
fluids. Todoroki had no idea men could orgasm from the behind.
 
“Woah…” He whispered, holding his fingers up, white… semen(?) glistening off of
them. He felt the odd urge to taste it. He didn’t. “That’s cool.” He looked
passed his fingers to see Midoriya blushing, staring up at him over his naked
shoulder, a heavy blush on his face, his hand was gripping his pillow, he was
naked too. He looked so… vulnerable. He couldn’t exactly describe it, but
whatever it was, he was attracted to it.
 
He leaned forward, his hands were pushing down on the bed on both sides of
Midoriya. The younger of the two said absolutely nothing, rolling over onto his
back wordlessly. His eyes were glossy, his mind was swimming. Midoriya actually
had no idea just what was going on right now after experiencing something like
that. He liked it of course, it was nothing to panic over but what kept his
mouth shut, what kept his knees closed with anticipation, what made his lips
tremble and his eyes water was the way Todoroki stared down at him. He wasn’t
in the mood for sex right now and he’d said that before this all went down but
he wouldn’t say it again.
 
Midoriya shivered at Todoroki’s breath on his ear, on his neck. He felt far too
weak, Shouto easily pushed his knees apart with his own and pinned Midoriya
down and he pushed in with ease. Midoriya wouldn’t bother stopping him. He made
the decisions now, Midoriya was simple minded. Dense. Ignorant. Obtuse. He was
still, his lips sealed shut. ‘Go ahead, Shouchan.’ He wanted to say. ‘Take
what’s yours.’ He thought. He didn’t want the sex, but he allowed it. He didn’t
have the right to say no.
 
Midoriya took it.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     here's my rebound
Chapter Notes
     This is better, I like this better.
Kisses.
 
He felt kisses trailing up the back of his naked shoulder. The bathwater was
lukewarm but once he so much as wrapped his arms around himself, it heated up.
Todoroki could read him like a book by now, after so many months of examining
and observing him from afar. His knowledge on Midoriya only sharpened now that
they were closer, now that he could stare at him openly and mentally record how
he reacted to things.
 
Midoriya pushed his hands back under the hot water, moving them around
wordlessly and watching how the suds floated out of his way. When he focused,
he could see the small tint of blue in the suds. Rain scented. Or something
like that.
 
“You’re quiet.” Shouto whispered in his ear from behind, making Midoriya
shudder, a shiver running up his spine before he relaxed and leaned back,
resting on his boyfriend’s chest. “Are you okay?” It was a simple question,
Midoriya was fine actually. He just felt kind of weird, that’s all. He’d get
over it for sure. He bent his legs, his knees peeking up from the water, suds
sliding down his skin slowly. Izuku nodded, his head tilting back onto
Todoroki’s shoulder.
 
“I’m fine.” He whispered. It was a few hours after, after they’d had a nap
together and for some reason, he could still feel it, the shape, the texture,
the heat, everything. “We should go on a date.” He changed the subject and
decided then and there to just not think about it, whatever it was. He wasn’t
sure why he was ‘stressing’ over something like this. It was just sex.
 
“You want to go out? Publicly?” Todoroki sat still, his arms wrapped around
Midoriya’s waist from behind. “I’d like that actually. Is there anywhere
specific you’d like to go?” There was a modest amount of restaraunts in town,
some Midoriya visited weekly and others he’s never even seen the inside of. He
didn’t know if fast food would be preferred over something high class and
expensive. Maybe Todoroki had an idea?
 
“Don’t know.” Did it have to involve food? Surely not. They didn’t even have to
go out. “Let’s stay in and watch something. We can order… food.” He spoke
quietly, shutting his eyes and sighing gently. “We can cuddle on the couch and
feed each other ice cream without other people bothering us.” What a dream, a
great dream, a great idea both of them seemed to like. So it was settled.
 
“I’d like that. My house or yours?” Midoriya had lots of movies, classics,
comedies, horrors (For the sake of Bakugou when he had nothing better to do
than laugh at Midoriya every time he shrieked at the screen.), thrillers and
more. It wasn’t the biggest movie collection but it was impressive indeed. He
didn’t know if Todoroki had movies at his house, didn’t seem to have a DVD or
VHS player either. He had good food though for sure.
 
“I don’t know.” He thought about if for a seconds. “What about your car?”
 
“My car?”
 
“Yeah, your automobile. Your vehicle, vroom vroom.” He made lazy hand gestures
as if he was turning the steering wheel and Todoroki couldn’t help but smile at
his silliness. “We can get our pajamas, some blankets… we can use my phone or
your laptop and go get snacks and food and drive somewhere.”
 
It wasn’t a bad idea, a seemingly cozy one actually, Todoroki went along with
it endearingly. “Drive where?” Where should they go? Were they driving away
from something? To something? Would nowhere suffice or did Midoriya want to be
in the middle of the city?
 
“To that one place, the one you drove me to that night. After we saw that
movie, when you offered to start all of this… It feels kind of special, in a
way. Even if we didn’t officially become a couple there, I like it.” Midoriya
kept his eyes shut, speaking as though he was half asleep and turning his head.
His cheek pressed up against Todoroki’s collarbone and his green hair brushed
against his chin. “Let’s go there.”
 
Todoroki pushed his face down into Midoriya’s wet hair, nuzzling it gently.
That sounded amazing and all of the sudden, it was the only thing Todoroki
wanted to do right now. There was nothing else he wanted more than that. He
nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. His stomach felt like it was about to explode
with moths and butterflies, his chest felt light and cleared. The sky was blue,
the grass was green, if he had any- his crops would be flourishing. “I’d love
to.” and even if he couldn’t see Midoriya’s face, he could sense a smile
playing at his lips, his soft, plump and pink lips.


Perfect.
 
-
 
Midoriya groaned lazily, Sunday was just as lazy as Saturday but neither had a
problem with it. “You’re the best.” Izuku murmured with his eyes closed as
Todoroki happily massaged his back with stress-relieving lotion and light heat.
Midoriya wasn’t sure if he could be considered stressed, he didn’t really have
anything to be stressed out about. School was great, friends were cool, amazing
boyfriend, supportive family.
 
Uraraka. He wondered why everyone was so nice to him. He wondered if she had
something to do with it.
 
Maybe when they’re back to talking, he’d ask. He pursed his lips, his brows
were furrowed for a few seconds before he moaned, pushing his face into his
pillow. “Right there! Oh yeah…! Just-like that!’’ His voice got higher as he
spoke once Todoroki pushed his fist down against a knot in his back and kneaded
the skin, relaxing it. Midoriya sighed heavily once the tension was released.
“Thank you, thank you.” He whispered, sitting up and crossing his legs. He was
wearing regular pajama pants and green socks. “Hmmmmm! Your bed is so comfy.”
He gushed with his eyes closed before turning to peek at Shouto who sat with a
blush, his hands down on his knees.
 
“Thanks…” He whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck gently,
nervously. “I actually wanted to ask you something.” Midoriya didn’t know why
Todoroki was acting so high-strung, chances are, he was going to agree with
whatever Todoroki had to say. He nodded. “Summer is coming quickly, and we’ll
be going on that U.A. vacation-to the beach a week after, so… I was gonna ask
if you’d go to the Summer festival with me.” That wasn’t so hard, was it?
 
Midoriya brightened up, a smile stretching across his lips. “I’d love to,
Todoroki-kun.”
 
“I’m not done.” His voice was quiet and tentative, making Midoriya’s eyes
narrow slightly and his lips purse, well okay. He gestured for him to continue
with his question. “If you’re coming, I’d like you to wear…” Shouto stood from
the bed, smiling softly as he opened his closet door and pulled a hanger down.
On the hanger was a long, sea green and baby blue kimono.  It was silky and
shiny, there were white rose designs near the bottom and a wide, white ribbon
loosened around the waist, Midoriya stared in awe. “This.” He finished, holding
it up for Izuku to examine.
 
“You want me to wear that?” He questioned, standing from the bed and stepping
towards the beautiful kimono. It reminded him of the one his mother had buried
deep in her closet. “Did you buy it? Just for me?” It made him simper, he ran
his fingers down along the smooth cloth before looking up at Todoroki who
looked much more relaxed than before.
 
“Yeah. I couldn’t stop myself, I really wanted to see you in it, if you don’t
mind.” He didn’t. “I have other stuff too, but you’ll see it when we cross that
bridge. I wanted you to meet my mother, she’ll be there too.” She was in a
hospital but Fuyumi was checking her out for the first night of the festival,
only two of her children would be there. Her eldest and youngest. “She’s been
dying to meet you.” He never stops talking about Midoriya to her.
 
“Your m-mother?” He stuttered, unsure if he was ready to face someone like
that. He had to wonder what type of person she was, she burned Todoroki’s eye
and left permanent damage but Todoroki still loves her, he could tell. “I don’t
know… is she nice?” It was only fair, right? Since Todoroki was well acquainted
with his own mother, Inko, who welcomed him with the warmest hugs.
 
“Why wouldn’t she be?” He was itching to ask about his eye but he kept his lips
sealed and shrugged. “I’ve met your mother, in fact, I consider her a great
friend of mine.” Yeah, Midoriya knew that much. They had a few things in
common, like being able to cook delicious food and their love for laughing at
embarrassing baby pictures of Izuku in the bath tub.
 
Midoriya pursed his lips. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’d love to meet her too.”
He’d like to see where Shouto got his other half from, his softer, kinder half
that was ironically his cold side. “Is there anything I should know before I
do?” He’d prefer to wear something more… masculine. He was still a man! Nothing
would change that, nothing should change that.
 
Todoroki stood still for a moment, thinking it over before shrugging lightly.
“No, I don’t quite think so.” She wasn’t the type of person to be easily
triggered and if a conversation topic made her uncomfortable, she’d kindly
exclude herself from it. Not that she talked too much anyway, she was modest
and humble. “Don’t fret too much, once you meet her, you’ll know what I mean.
She’s…” He wasn’t quite sure how to describe her but talk of Shouto’s mother
didn’t interest him enough to sustain it, so he butted in.
 
“What are you wearing to the festival? Another kimono?” If they matched, he’d
surely die but unfortunately, they wouldn’t be. Todoroki shook his head.
 
“You’ll see.” He whispered, hanging the kimono back up in his closet before
shutting it and turning back to face Izuku. “Am I taking you home tonight or
are you staying?” As much as he’d like to spend another night with Todoroki, he
probably shouldn’t. His uniform and school supplies were at his own house and
he didn’t want to overdo it with his mother. Speaking of, he wondered what she
was up to right now and if she was even home. If Midoriya recalls correctly,
she should be having lunch with All M- Toshinori.
 
“Let’s go get lunch together, I’m hungry.” Midoriya replied, his bottom lip
popping out like it always did when he was feeling sheepish. “We should go to…
to…” Izuku wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for, something yummy, surely.
“Let’s go to- hmmm…”
 
“I’ll cook.” Todoroki offered, taking Midoriya’s hands in his own and looking
into his confused eyes. “What do you want to eat?” He didn’t have everything in
his home, nobody did but when Midoriya said he didn’t know what he wanted,
Todoroki decided to make everything he could think to make. He raided the
kitchen while Midoriya kicked his legs back and forth at the table, waiting
patiently. He hoped this didn’t turn out like it did last time and he didn’t
mean the sex, he meant the chocolate cake and the huge belly ache he had just
hours later. The food was delicious though.
 
Rice balls, baked fish, octopus, beef stew (Iida’s favorite), and sandwiches
(made with love as Todoroki had said)! Midoriya wasn’t allowed to touch any of
it, not even have a nibble until Todoroki was finished with all of it and it
took him less than an hour to have it all laid out on the table. Midoriya was
starving! “Did you know…” Todoroki started. “That no matter how much you eat,
after fifteen minutes, you’ll feel full.” No wonder he wouldn’t let Izuku have
a bite, his mouth watered. He shook his head- he didn’t know that. Intriguing.
 
Izuku felt like clapping his hands when Todoroki finally hung his milky pink
apron up-it said ‘The cutest cook around’- and sat next to Midoriya. He assumed
he was allowed to eat but when he reached for utensils, his hand was slapped
with the pair of chopsticks Todoroki had in his hand. “I’ll feed you.” Was all
he whispered. Midoriya was completely capable of feeding himself but he leaned
forward and allowed it, it was nice being pampered here and there. He watched
with wide, excited eyes as Todoroki lifted a roasted octopus tentacle to his
lips. He opened his mouth and closed his lips over it. The spices slapped him
in the face, he chewed slowly, savoring the taste as much as he could before
Todoroki as nudging his lips with something else, fish, it was delicious. Izuku
hummed happily and swallowed before opening his mouth for the next bite.
 
This continued for a good ten minutes, Izuku was about halfway through the
dishes laid out for him and though he was starting to get full, he knew he
could eat more. He wanted none of it to go to waste, Todoroki made it all just
for him and for some reason, that alone made him want to eat it all no matter
how full he was feeling.
 
The beefs were tender. It was like having a thousand mouth orgasms, even if he
had a small food baby (Or was he just getting fat?), he couldn’t get enough, he
couldn’t stop eating. Todoroki had his chin resting in the palm of his free
hand, the other repeatedly feeding Midoriya. His eyes were droopy, he was
dreamily, a small smile on his face and a blush over his nose. He absolutely
adored watching Midoriya eat, especially when it was his own cooking,
especially when it was this much of it all at once. Shouto himself hadn’t taken
a single bite this entire time, it was impressive how much Midoriya could eat
if he really put his mind to it. Midoriya burped quietly, covering his mouth
and looking away, successfully making Shouto thank the Gods for this blessing.
“I don’t… I don’t think I can eat much more.” He groaned, looking down at his
filled belly. He went from thick to chubby in a matter of weeks, he was well on
his way to obese, but he wouldn’t let that happen. Of course not.
 
“There’s pie in the oven, I was planning to put ice cream on top of it, mint
chocolate chip. Your favorite, right?” Todoroki knew it was his favorite and he
watched Midoriya whine. He wouldn’t make him finish the seven course meal he
made, he could save it for later and oh, he didn’t know. Maybe he’d bring it to
class and let everyone try it. Not the sweets though, those were for Midoriya
and how sweet everyone thought he was. “Wait here.” He whispered, standing and
packing the food away in clean containers before storing them in the fridge.
Just then, as if on cue, the oven beeped, the pie was finished! It was an apple
pie, made with apples Todoroki had picked fresh from the apple tree in his
backyard… nah, he got them from the store.
 
“It smells so good!” Midoriya cried, blaming the scent of other foods for
masking the saccharine smell in the air. Midoriya was practically bouncing in
his seat, salivating at the aroma, the way the ice cream was starting to melt
and drip off and around the… large slice of pie Todoroki cut out for him. He
couldn’t eat this with chopsticks, fork? No, he’d use a spoon. He picked up the
spoon that was resting on his napkin and pushed it down at the end of the
slice, pulling baked crust, apple and melting ice scream up on in. He could
smell the cinnamon in it and when he pushed the utensil into his mouth, it
bursted with flavor. His cheeks heated up, his eyes began to close, oh
goodness. It tasted heavenly. Todoroki stood behind him, his hands running
through Midoriya’s hair while he ate like the little piggy he was, he was
Todoroki’s little piggy.
 
“Do you like it?” It was a pointless question, he already knew the answer just
by the expressions and noises he was making. Midoriya answered in a furious nod
anyway, taking another bite and humming loudly about how delicious it tasted.
He had to wonder, where did Todoroki learn to cook? How did he get so good at
it? Why doesn’t everyone know? Does he keep it to himself? He shouldn’t, he
definitely shouldn’t. Todoroki had a talent, Midoriya wanted to boast about it
to everyone, how undeniably amazing Todoroki was.
 
Izuku couldn’t eat another bite, no way. He had finished his pie and was ready
to sleep, he wanted to curl up and sleep for ten hours straight and maybe if he
started now, he’d be able to. “Carry me.” He did a raspberry with his tongue
and lips when Todoroki, somehow, lifted him. “Thank you.” His words dragged for
a few extra seconds before he rested his head on Todoroki’s shoulder, his hands
clasped around his neck, his knees were bent over Todoroki’s arm, his other one
supporting Izuku from the back.
 
“You’re soft, like a pillow.” Todoroki’s blunt statement made Midoriya smile.
He muttered a thank you. Wow, Shouto was so nice, it wasn’t a surprise or
anything of course. It was nothing new but right now, Midoriya was
acknowledging it, thinking all about the redeeming qualities Todoroki
possessed. Maybe then, he could use them to cancel out the way he’d felt
yesterday. He knew it was his fault, he’d practically been asking for it, just
laying there like that. Naked, quiet, tired, drowsy, intoxicated, cute. He
pushed his face harder against Todoroki’s collarbone, closing his eyes and
waiting to be dropped or set down on his boyfriend’s comfortable bed.
 
“Are you ready to go home?” Shouto questioned, rubbing Midoriya’s shoulder to
open his eyes and ensure he had his attention. “I’ll drive you home.” He
finalized before Midoriya could even respond but then again, he’d already made
that decision before they had lunch so he didn’t pipe up about anything. He
stood to put his shoes on and gather his belongings, then they were off in
Todoroki’s vehicle. It really was comfortable in there. He could almost fall
asleep, but he wouldn’t.
 
-
 
The next few days were slow, they dragged on torturously. Midoriya had yet to
speak a word to Uraraka who seemed to ignore his presence entirely. Sure, he’d
like to talk to her but it was never a priority, not anymore. School was coming
to an end, he’d have to meet Todoroki’s mother dressed in a kimono at a public
event, then he’d have to worry about the summer trip U.A. was taking them on.
There’d be mild training, but for the most part, they’d be able to relax and
spend valuable time with one another. He already spent nearly every waking
moment with Todoroki and he had no problem with that whatsoever.
 
When Friday rolled around, Midoriya had put his foot down. He pointed a finger
at Todoroki, the tip was just inches away from his nose and for a split second,
Shouto crossed his eyes- almost breaking Midoriya’s stern expression. “You’re
trying to fatten me up, aren’t you?” He accused, it was a crazy claim to make,
a weird accusation and though Todoroki hadn’t been planning to make Midoriya
fat, he’d always wanted to feed Midoriya graciously, maybe plump him up here
and there but he never intended to make Midoriya fat. He shook his softly, then
he nodded… then he shook his head again. “Explain!”
 
“I just like… feeding you. That’s all. I may or may not have gotten out of hand
with that recently, it’s just- you’re so cute when you eat.” Shouto admitted,
taking a step forward with his arms outstretched. “And you’re so soft now and
cuddly and you eat in a unique way. Haven’t you noticed? You never chew right
away, and when you start chewing you stop after a few seconds and just break it
down with your tongue and you always relax and your eyes droop and if it’s
sour, your little lips just pucker up and you flinch-”
 
“Stop.” Izuku whispered, unsure of how much longer he could keep himself from
smiling and blushing and collapsing on the floor. He could almost feel the
steam emitting from his ears, it was like he could see it. “That’s…
embarrassing, you’re embarrassing me.”
 
“And halfway through, you get so sleepy and sometimes you can’t even keep your
head up- much less feed yourself so I have to and you get so lazy, and your
lips barely even open so they stick to the chopsticks or the fork. You’re
always humming too, when it tastes really good, your voice gets really high-”
 
“Todorokiiiiii.” Midoriya whined, already feeling his knees buckling under him,
his lips weren’t straight anymore- they were upturned and if Todoroki looked
closer, he could see a dimple on his left cheek, oh fuck. “I get it!” His
entire face was crimson as he stood there shakily, he was far less flustered
when they were having sex and Todoroki wondered why.
 
“No you don’t, like when you chew with your mouth open or when you drop
something in your lap and you pick it up and eat it anyway, it’s the most
adorable thing I’ve ever seen in all my seventeen years on this Earth-”
 
Midoriya collapsed, falling face first on his bed and pulling the covers over
him, rolling up in them to where only his socked feet and green hair were seen
from both ends. “You’re trying to k-kill me now..!” Next week would be the last
week of school and though Midoriya was disappointed about not having to wake up
at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the toughest school to get into, he
anticipated the days he’d spend with friends, the hours he’d have with
Todoroki, the trip to the beach at a private resort, and the training. He
needed to get back into shape, no matter how much Todoroki didn’t want that, no
matter how much he was going to miss his soft, pudginess. Being a hero didn’t
mean being lazy, and though Fatgum is an absolutely amazing pro-hero,
Midoriya’s limbs would blow right off! He shouldn’t throw away all that hard
work he and All Might exhausted themselves over.
 
“No I’m not.” Todoroki whispered, wrapping his arms around the middle of the
large blanket roll-up and lifting Midoriya up and over his shoulder like a sack
of potatoes. “Do you want to cuddle?” Midoriya thought for a second, blinking a
few times. He could train. He could start training before they left to the
resort. He could begin a summer of hard work a couple weeks early and drop some
weight. Izuku nodded with a small hum and Shouto patted his back with his free
hand and started out of Midoriya’s room and into the living room. He gently
dropped him on the couch horizontally before crawling over and laying on top of
him, their cheeks were pushed together as Todoroki lifted the remote and turned
the TV on.
 
The cuddling didn’t last long which could only be blamed by Midoriya who
mistook something in Shouto’s pocket for his erection. “You’re poking me, did
you want to..?” He trailed off, craning his neck to look up to Todoroki, his
lips accidentally touching his cheek. Todoroki’s eyes trailed down to Izuku’s.
 
“Are you wanting to?”
 
“That’s what I’m asking you.”
 
“Why?” Todoroki wasn’t quite sure what was going on.
 
“Why am I asking?” Midoriya’s brows creased. “Aren’t you hard?”
 
“I can… I can get hard if that’s what you want.” Which meant no, he wasn’t
hard, not yet. Midoriya blushed, still confused as to what on Earth could
Todoroki have in his pocket that he’d mistake for a penis.
 
“What’s poking me then? I feel it on my thigh, here, see?” He moved his arms
around in the blanket, snaking them down between their bodies and grasping
whatever it was despite the blanket and Todoroki’s pants between.  “What is
that?”
 
“Oh, that’s my banana.” Todoroki whispered and Midoriya assumed he was using
slang for penis.
 
“So you are… hard?” He questioned, his cheeks heating up in confusion but he
opened his mouth in realization when Todoroki actually held a banana up for him
to see, pulled straight from his pocket. “Why? Why do you have a banana?” Where
did he get that? Why is it in his pocket?
 
“I got it from lunch. It was the last one. I felt that I needed to get it,
because it was the last one.” Todoroki didn’t even like bananas, but because of
that banana, Midoriya wanted to have sex now. Problematic.
 
“You can’t just get hard if you wanted to.” It came unexpectedly or when you
saw, heard,  felt or even smelled something sexy. Maybe even tasted, but
nothing sexy was really going on yet. “Th-that’s not how it works…”
 
“I guess you’re right. So what do we do?” Todoroki asked as if this was some
dilemma. It couldn’t be too hard to get Shouto hard, Midoriya did all the time
when he was eating or playing with his feet or wearing something adorable or
revealing which was extremely rare but he was doing none of those things. “It’s
usually there before we talk about doing it, are you hungry?”
 
“No, not really.” Izuku whispered, resting his head back on the couch pillow
and thinking quietly to himself. “Try thinking dirty things or something.”
Izuku urged, too lazy to do anything but let Shouto do all the work.
 
Damn, he got so fucking lazy.
 
“Are you aroused?” Todoroki asked, completely discarding Midoriya’s idea before
he even tried. “It doesn’t really feel like you are.” He was right, he wasn’t
that hard either.
 
“Oh...gosh. Can we just wait and take a nap or something? It’s there when I
wake up sometimes.” Midoriya suggested, shutting his eyes. “Call me something
mean or whatever. Like… a cretin.” Midoriya smiled, watching Todoroki stare
down at him with confusion and amusement.
 
“I don’t like calling you mean names. I was pressured last time. If you don’t
mind me asking- why is that something you like?” It was new, it was weird and
came out of the blue completely. It wasn’t something Midoriya talked to him
about and he blamed it on the alcohol.
 
“I don’t mind if it’s you asking me. If I’m honest… I don’t know. I like it
when you call me nice things, like baby, or Zuku, or honey bunny, so I think
it’s like that. Like the bad names have the same effect. I-I know I’m not an
idiot, but it’s the same when I call myself a bad boy or a naughty…. A naughty
b-boy.” He blushed, pulling his hands up and over his face.
 
“I don’t recall you ever calling yourself that.” Todoroki kind of liked it but
he was just as distressed when it came down to dirty talk like that.
 
“I know, I know. I just say it in my head, I can barely say it allowed, only in
the heat of the moment, like that time I called you ‘daddy’, of all things to
think of. I couldn’t even think when we were doing that, it just came out and
to be frank, it wasn’t that weird for me because I don’t know my dad, I don’t
know if you could consider me someone with daddy issues or if that’s even
weirder, I don’t even know if you’re comfortable with that, have you ever
called Enji daddy? It seems weird to me but it’s a completely normal thing, I
just can’t imagine my boyfriend calling his father who I actually know ‘daddy’
after I called you that during one of our very intimate moments-” Todoroki
pressed his hand down over Midoriya’s mouth, his eyes just inches away from
his.
 
“I don’t call my father ‘Daddy’, and I never have.” He wasn’t sure if he ever
would especially after the way Midoriya used it on him. “I have father issues
as well. It’s okay. Calm down, first of all.” He moved his hand, it trailed
down to his hot cheek. “Your muttering is very cute but sometimes it becomes
overwhelming and I’m afraid you’ll short-circuit like Kaminari.” Midoriya,
avoided eye contact at all costs.
 
“S-sorry, I got nervous again.”
 
“You’re always nervous. It’s not a big deal, if you want to call me dad, then-”
 
“Daddy.” Midoriya corrected. “Dad is weird too. I wouldn’t call you ‘papa’ or
anything. That reminds me of papa bear, from that children's story.” They both
shared a laugh before the went silent, staring down at each other. A few
moments passed before Izuku spoke up. “Kiss me-” Before he could finish his
demand, which wouldn’t have been much longer than that, he felt Todoroki’s
dominating lips on his. He’d wondered what it’d be like if he were the dominant
one, he could always try but when he did, he always lost.
 
Why hadn’t they thought of this before? Maybe they did, but talking to each
other first just seemed much more interesting. Midoriya loved sharing smiles,
laughs and his thoughts with Todoroki, it was his favorite part of their
flowering relationship which stemmed from mindless sex. The sex, Midoriya
thought he should note, was getting better. Not because of the ropes, the
burns, the pain, there was something else. There was something there now. Their
nights were filled with more passion than either could recall experiencing
before. Midoriya closed his eyes, beginning to feel the force behind the kiss
and rutting up against the body on top of his own, feeling how hard they both
got, that was fast. They’d barely touched one another, Midoriya had barely been
touched and he was already out of breath. The wind had been knocked out of him.
 
Todoroki wanted to burn the blanket, to light it aflame and get it out of his
damn way but Midoriya would most likely have a heart attack, then cardiac
arrest because this was his favorite blanket. It matched the sheets they left
on his bed, All Might’s face was in the middle of a backdrop full of tiny fists
and ‘Plus Ultra’s. He shouldn’t be humping a blanket with All might’s, AKA
Midoriya’s mother’s new boyfriend’s face. It was weird. He sat up, a string of
thick spit connecting them and they breaking when he was standing, the excess
dropping and landing on Midoriya’s chin and neck. He laid there, his left arm
slung over the armrest behind him and his right was rested on his chest and he
caught his breath slowly. “Where’re you goin’? Midoriya questioned as Todoroki
stood over him. He rolled onto his side, his hands coming up together under his
head.
 
“Nowhere.” Todoroki promised, gripping the blankets and pulling them,
unraveling them from around Izuku’s relaxed body. He covered his mouth,
laughing gently as he was forced to roll over a couple times. “Did you want to
do something special?” By special, he meant something that wasn’t vanilla.
Shouto couldn’t care less, well, let’s rephrase. He didn’t mind as long as they
were together. He’s recently come to terms with the fact that they were both
very dependent on each other. It was rare for them to sleep alone, without the
other right next to them and if that’s the way it had to be, then they’d wish
the other was there.
 
“I didn’t really… have anything planned. Do you?” He sat up, crossing his legs
and sitting still, waiting patiently to hear whatever was brewing inside
Todoroki’s head. There were lots of things they could try that they haven’t
yet, but going as far as to leave to get the materials at a time like this
would most likely kill the mood and their boners despite how easy it was to
obtain them. Todoroki shook his head lightly, which was a lie. He could easily
come up with something, and he did, but he’d save it for later, when he was
better prepared. There was one thing he wanted to try, he wouldn’t have to be
the one causing Midoriya direct pain. “We can just have sex.” He laid back
down, opening his arms.
 
“Right here?” Todoroki wasn’t sure if Inko was home or not, he hasn’t seen her,
but she could easily be hiding away in her room doing something mothers do like
knit or something. Izuku nodded simply, smiling softly when Todoroki dropped
the blanket to the floor and laid himself down on top, the weight of him made
Midoriya sigh contently. He reached up, running his fingers through Todoroki’s
red and white hair, mixing the two colors up by disheveling it. He got so into
it, he started using both hands. Midoriya was far too amused with watching as
silky locks of hair jumbled together. When he was finally done and satisfied,
his hair was sticking up every which way, the sight alone succeeded in making
Midoriya dig around his clothes for his phone but before he could even open the
camera, Todoroki plucked it from his fingers. He’d been nonchalant and still
during, allowing Midoriya to feel up his hair just because he liked the feel of
his fingers against his scalp and totally not because it’d make Midoriya happy
to know he was one of the very few who could touch Todoroki’s hair without
getting frozen on the spot. “No pictures.”
 
“How many pictures of me do you have? That’s not fair at all.” He made a move
for his phone, taking it back with ease but only because Shouto let him, and he
let him take a picture or two of his expressionless face and messy hair. He
even smiled, just a bit, his eyes twinkling when Midoriya retaliated with a
much livelier smile. Todoroki ducked his head, pulling Midoriya’s shirt up and
pressing his lips against the exceptionally, extremely soft flesh of his belly.
He blew cold air down against, making a loud fart noise. Midoriya thrust his
hips up, a loud laugh erupting from his mouth, then he started wiggling as
Shouto continued blowing. His yells and cackles continued until he rolled onto
his side, pushing Todoroki’s head away with his hands, his hands under his chin
to get him away. “St-OOP!” He cried, wiping tears away from his face which was
completely red as he gathered his thoughts and himself but the smile never left
and that’s what’s most important to Shouto.
 
“Oh, was I tickling you?” Todoroki questioned, pretending as though he didn’t
notice the dramatic laughter and body spasms. “I didn’t know.” Midoriya stopped
just to look down at him, watching with narrowed eyes as Todoroki slowly moved
his face down, planning to do it again but Izuku wasn’t stupid. His hand darted
between those luscious lips and his rotund belly.
 
“You’re trying to kill me, again.” Was all Midoriya had to say before he felt
familiar hands unbuttoning his school uniform pants. He even raised his hips to
allow Todoroki to pull them off and toss them away. When he did, he watched
Todoroki silently push his lips down against the bulge in his boxers, he felt
spit immediately soak through, causing Midoriya to quiver. He was positive he
was about to get a blowjob, he was sure when he felt teeth grazing along the
sensitive skin, when he felt lips moving around the head through the fabric,
when Todoroki pulled the hem of his boxers down over his member. Midoriya
closed his eyes, relaxing there, his breath picking up when Shouto’s tongue ran
up along his shaft to the tip. He pulled his boxers off completely and tossed
them away, elsewhere, before pushing his hands up under Midoriya’s knees. He
applied enough force, sitting up and staring down into Midoriya’s now open eyes
which shot open. His brows were creased, there was much confusion. He never
thought himself to be flexible but his knees were on both sides of his head
again. “What-what are you d-doing?” He questioned, his heart palpitating.
 
“Relax.” Shouto whispered and before long, a shiny, thick ball of spit was
dangling from his lips. Midoriya watched, still confused before the dots
connected, before the lightbulb lit up, before the gears started turning but it
was too late. He felt it. He felt hot, hot saliva on his… his…
 
“Ahh! W-wait!” He cried, closing his eyes, his face was beyond red, he could
give Satan a run for his money, he shouldn’t do something like… like that! It
was weird, he’s never done something like that, and to do it without warning!
The nerve this guy had and Midoriya was ready to launch into an hour long
speech about why this position shouldn’t exist but his voice merely cracked and
died down when he watched and felt as Todoroki dragging his tongue along his
hole. “No… that- that’s dirty, don’t d-do that.” He covered his eyes, his voice
nothing but a quiet squeak which did nothing to slow Todoroki down.
 
His tongue circled the tight muscles. “I didn’t know you shaved down here.”
Todoroki whispered, which sounded more like ‘I difent know you shfaved down
here’ with his tongue out like that. Yes, he shaved down there, because it was
hygienic. He didn’t care for armpit hair, chest hair, pubic hair or even facial
hair. He just didn’t like the gravelly feel of it, didn’t enjoy it when hair
got caught onto something like clothes. He hated the feeling it getting ripped
out and ultimately started shaving. If that made sense. Instead of explaining
this, he let out a high pitched, drawled out whine, his face still covered.
 
Shouto’s tongue was heated, prodding at him gently and applying pressure around
his tender hole. Midoriya couldn’t help but curl his toes and clench his fists
at the feeling that felt much better than he’d anticipated. It wasn’t at all
like his fingers or his member, it was an entirely different experience. When
Todoroki pushed his tongue down, actually entering him, Midoriya let out a
small cry, huffing gently. Teeth bit around him delicately, his tongue wiggled
and squirmed inside him, further stimulating him, drawing out more murmurs and
mewls. “Y-you shouldn’t be l-licking me down there.” Was the first thing
Todoroki heard when he actually realized Izuku was talking. “It’s weird and
dirty and that’s n-not where your tongue should be, l-like that, inside of me,
it doesn’t b-belong there.” He whispered, his hands coming down and snaking up
his shirt to his nipples. Shouto watched, letting out a low groan when he
watched Midoriya pinch and rub his pink nubs. He knew what he was doing even if
his shirt was in the way.
 
They made brief eye contact, Midoriya’s eyes were watery and misty. “You want
to s-see?” He asked once and Shouto gave no answer, he didn’t have to, Izuku
was already lifting his shirt, averting his gaze and looking to his side, his
lips shut tightly, he was shamefaced. His smaller hands kept moving, his
fingers worked, he played with his chest- slowly at first but his movements
became more and more greedy as time passed, as Todoroki pushed a finger or two
down inside him, alongside his tongue.
 
When Todoroki pulled his face away, finally sparing Midoriya further
embarrassment, his tongue dripped with saliva. He spit it out, using it as
lubricant. He used one hand to keep Midoriya in place, he kept their eyes
locked. They stared at each other, it was almost like a challenge, another duel
for dominance. Midoriya’s gaze wavered, his lips trembled when the fat head of
Shouto’s cock pushed down against Midoriya’s sphincter. His brows twitched, his
teeth clenched, he did his best to keep their eyes locked, he really did but
the feeling and the sight of Todoroki’s intimidating cock sinking into him was
far too much. Halfway in, he broke, throwing his head back and groaning aloud,
which was followed by shallow huffs and pants, this position put pressure on
his ribs, on his lungs.
 
In this position, Todoroki could fit inside completely and directly pleasure
Midoriya’s prostate which he knew the exact location of. When he was all the
way in, Midoriya let out a strangled moan, his small hands coming up to push
against his chest weakly. His words were incoherent, Todoroki couldn’t
understand a thing through all that whining. Todoroki leaned forward, wrapping
his arms around Midoriya’s bent body, keeping the younger teen’s thighs tucked
against his chest and entwining his fingers together behind his neck. Midoriya
looked up at him but couldn’t hold his gaze. Their foreheads touched, Shouto
kept them together as he slowly began to thrust down into him at a comfortable
pace. Their breaths mixed together, Midoriya could detect the chill, why was he
cold? Was he regulating his body temperature? That’s cool.
 
As seconds passed them by, Todoroki fucked him faster and faster, Midoriya was
breathing through his teeth, low moans making their way passed his fat lips
before a choked sob racked through him. He always came first, especially when
he was the first to get orally pleasure or played with in some way. “You’re so
cute.” Todoroki whispered, his own face was pink, his messy hair tickled
Midoriya’s cheeks and forehead as he pushed on.
 
-
 
“Ahh! I’m so excited for Summer! The festival is going to be so much fun, then
we’re going to the beach! I haven’t gone swimming in decades!” Mina cried,
voicing her excitement to Yaoyorozu who nodded along politely. She was much
more modest about her excitement. “You could totally make me a bathing suit!
I’d love one made from you, you could probably sell them too!” Momo’s heard
that one before and has considered it but she was already rich as is, so rich,
she had no idea what to do with all the money her family has.
 
“I don’t know… You might not like the design that comes out, I could maybe try
if you’re specific about what you want. What size, the colors, the pieces.” She
relented, far too kind to turn Mina down after she ‘asked’ so nicely. She got a
cheer in response before turning to Hagakure’s floating clothes.
 
“Me too, me too!” The invisible, probably traitor piped up, almost startling
Momo by grabbing onto her arm and tugging gently. “All the girls! You could
make us all suits! Like a quirk exercise, like training!” She reasoned
excitedly. “Tsu would love a green bathing suit, and Jirou-san! I wonder what
her favorite color is.”
 
They spoke in the middle of class, too loud for anyone to even think about
ignoring them. Kirishima sat on Bakugou’s desk, droning on about something or
another that involved the beach and a bunch of rocks and sneaking out. “That’s
a terrible fucking idea.” Was Kacchan’s only response, which Kirishima laughed
gently at, reaching forward to ruffle his already untidy hair. He wasn’t
surprised to see that his hand was still intact after that, but only because
he’d done it many times before. Because they were boyfriends. Still in the
closet boyfriends might he had, which sucked! He wondered why, why Todoroki and
Midoriya didn’t make out every chance they got, why they didn’t flaunt their
relationship, why they didn’t make it known just how much they loved each other
because if he was honest, that’s what he wanted to do. What he would do if it
weren’t for the fact that Bakugou doesn’t care enough about coming out. He
hadn’t managed to get another word out of him about coming out but deep down,
somewhere in his stomach, he felt like Kacchan was planning something. He could
almost taste it.
 
“Aren’t you excited? To go to the beach and swim with the dolphins?”
 
“Dolphins don’t swim near the shore and you must be fucking crazy if you think
I’m going deep enough to find one.” Bakugou hissed. “I don’t like the fucking
ocean. It looks nice, but people piss in there. People have taken dumps in the
ocean. There are more dead bodies in the ocean than there are on land. I don’t
like splashing. I don’t like getting wet unless I’m getting clean.” He rambled,
avoiding eye contact. If he did look, he’d see the smile on Kirishima’s face
that was only getting bigger and bigger every second.
 
“Bakugou.” He cooed quietly. “You can’t swim… can you?” Bakugou stood, getting
ready to flip his desk over but Kirishima was faster, he gripped his hands,
entwining their fingers and hardening them. “Calm down, bro.”
 
“I can fucking swim you fucking… asshole. That’s the dumbest conclusion you’ve
ever come up with, the stupidest accusation I’ve ever heard, you fucking poser.
Of course I can goddamn swim, I gave you five other reasons why I don’t like
the stupid ass ocean.” He growled, popping Kirishima’s hands with tiny
explosions that did nothing to loosen his boyfriend’s grip.
 
“Okay! You can swim, I get it.” Kirishima’s voice was still kind of cocky,
knowing. “So we’ll go swim together at the indoor pool, right?” Bakugou showed
more anger. “Would you feel safer if we stuck to the bathtub?” He gave a small
wink, watching Kacchan pull his hands away, pretending to be disgusted. He
couldn’t hide that blush though, Kirishima had an all seeing eye when it came
down to Bakugou. “I love you.” Kirishima whispered, but got no reply.
 
“You’re sure you don’t want to come to the festival with us?” Asui questioned,
her hand itching to reach forward and grab Uraraka’s reassuringly, oh god how
she wanted to stay in and comfort her rather than go but her family had been
planning to go for months.
 
“... I don’t know. I might.” She murmured, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m just not feeling too good, that’s all.”
 
“The food is sure to be delicious, the games will be fun too.” Asui murmured,
doing her best to convince Uraraka all the while being respectful. She didn’t
want to pressure at all, what kind of friend would do such a thing? Especially
a friend who had the biggest crush on the friend who just got dumped, sorta.
“You don’t have to think about him anymore. We’ll have fun on our own.”
 
“It’s not that, exactly.” He reached forward, taking Asui’s arm and guiding her
to an empty corner or the room. “I just… I’m not mad at him, Asui.” She
whispered, staring down at Asui, in her big, green eyes. They reminded her of
Deku’s. So did her hair. “I need to apologize to him.” She came out and said
it, her whispers going unheard for the rest of the talkative classroom.
 
“I don’t think I understand, Ochako-chan. Isn’t he the one who cheated on you?”
She leaned in, eager to hear about whatever it is Uraraka had to apologize.
Uraraka was too kind to do something malicious, too sweet, too caring and
considerate and beautiful and perfect, she was just… She was Uraraka, that’s
how Asui saw it.
 
“If I tell you something… if I tell you something, you won’t hate me?” She
questioned, and a nod was all she needed to continue. She leaned in slowly, her
lips ghosting over Tsu’s lips, causing a shiver to run down her back. Her
cheeks turned pink, her fingers twitched and her knees felt weak. “I cheated on
him too.” She murmured, her voice cracking. “It was before I even suspected
him, he stopped spending time with me, stopped answering my calls and texts.”
Ochako continued to talk and Asui continued to listen despite not wanting to
hear another word about it. “I was lonely and scared. I thought it had
something to do with me and I asked Iida and his brother… oh god, his brother,
he was getting worse and worse as days passed and we were both so desperate to
get it off our minds, our problems and I… we…-” She rested her forehead on
Asui’s shoulder, silent tears soaking through her uniform. “I wish I could say
it was an accident, I wish I could tell you that it only happened once.” She
cried, her voice quieting down but still cracking and raising.
 
Asui looked down to her feet, unsure of what she could say to make this any
better for either of them. “It’s okay.” Asui said softly, wrapping her arms
around Ochako and hugging her gently. “I don’t hate you, but we shouldn’t talk
about this here.” Or at all. Asui was nowhere near crying like Uraraka was but
her chest was heavy. “You should clean up, let’s go to the bathroom.”
 
-
 
“I need another uniform.” Todoroki deadpanned. Midoriya waited in his car in
the driveway, playing with the radio and turning it up.
 
“Another uniform?” Momo questioned, looking down at the one Todoroki was
wearing. “What size do you need?” She didn’t mind making one for him, she could
understand if he was too shy to ask for another one in the office or if he just
didn’t want to go through the trouble.
 
“It’s not for me, I need a girl’s uniform, for my sister.”
 
“You have a sister? Is she coming to school with us?” Momo asked, her leg and
arm pixelating. She decided to make one about Tooru’s or Asui’s size, she was
the tallest female in their class, it was more likely for Shouto’s sister to be
smaller.
 
“No, but she really likes the uniform and wants one of her own, if that makes
sense.” He lied. “I really appreciate it.” His voice was monotone but the
sentiment was still there, somewhere. “Thank you.”
 
“Of course! Never be afraid to ask me for a favor.” She folded the uniform and
handed it to Todoroki who bowed respectfully and started to his car. Midoriya
was scrolling around on his phone which was much closer to his face than it
needed to be.
 
“What’s that?” He asked, without looking away from his phone. He didn’t bother
turning and checking when he didn’t get a reply.
 
-
 
“Okay, you can do this.” Midoriya whispered to himself from behind the bathroom
door. He was holding the green and blue kimono in his hands. He’s only worn
them as children and wasn’t entirely sure how to put it on correctly. He was
sure he wouldn’t even be able to tie it from behind. He was afraid he’d wrinkle
it up, or get it wet, or rip it, what if it didn’t fit? Izuku should probably
hurry, Todoroki would be here to pick him up soon, then they’d meet his mother
and sister at the festival. It was Friday afternoon, the sun was close to
setting, the weather was warm but not too much so, even if, he’d have his air
conditioning boyfriend to cool him off. He blushed at the thought, he was about
to meet his mother.
 
Todoroki’s mother, the one who burned his eye. What other mother did he have?
His own mother, he couldn’t imagine her harming him in any way shape or form
unless it came down to his dignity. She had no problem embarrassing him.
 
He shook his head. Midoriya would love to wear this, and he will. To do that,
he needed to actually put it on. He managed to wiggle himself inside. It was
snug around the wait but aside from that, it was a nice fit, comfortable too.
The ribbon around the waist would have to be tied and when he tried, it
looked....
 
Fucking horrible. Like a man with only three fingers on each hand tied it. “Let
me help you.” Midoriya screamed, jumping and whipping around, his hand fan
pointed at the intruder before he sighed heavily.
 
“Mom! You scared me.” He whispered with a sheepish blush. He exhaled slowly.
“How long have you been standing there?”
 
“Not long, sweetie. I didn’t see anything, but you were murmuring to yourself
again and I thought I should check on you. Here, let me help.” His short, plump
mother stepped behind him, untying the ribbon slowly before tying it nice and
neatly, not too tight and not too loose. “You’ve gained weight.” She whispered.
“You should get back in training, I remember how much the idea of being a hero
made you happy. Such an energetic boy, you were.” She reminisced. “You’re
getting far too old.” Inko sounded kind of sad and Midoriya would be lying if
he said he didn’t understand why.
 
“Am I?”
 
“You are, indeed, and you still can’t tie up your own clothes.”
 
“Mom!”
 
“Sorry, sorry. I remember when I’d dress you up in these for every festival of
the year. Kacchan would always match, red and orange. He’d go on and on about
how much cooler his kimono was but in my eyes, you looked the most adorable. Oh
how time flies, now it’s like you’re getting married.” She whispered with a
small smile, making eye contact with Midoriya in the mirror. She was done tying
it and they stood there in silence before Inko started moving again. “Stay
still.” She said hurriedly, digging around her purse before pulling out her
makeup bag and uncapping some red lipstick.
 
“Mom, no-” But she grabbed his chin with little force and he stayed still. He
was never one to argue or deny his mother. How could he? He loved her too much,
they had a unique relationship as most did with their mothers. Like how Kacchan
and his mother called each other such mean names.
 
“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like with makeup. I’ve never put it on
you. May I add some to your eyes?” She asked, her eyes twinkling, her smile
soft. Midoriya stared at her for a few seconds, his heart melting. He suddenly
wanted to hug his mother and never let go and live in her pocket forever but he
knew he couldn’t, not if he wanted to be a hero, not if he wanted to go to the
festival. Midoriya couldn’t say no, there was no way. He nodded gently and
closed his eyes when she pulled a small brush from her purse. She didn’t need
makeup, she never wore much but even that was unneeded.
 
Time seemed to fly by, he couldn’t stop saying no to the mother he hadn’t been
spending too much time with. He let her comb his crazy locks and curl them so
it was a cuter version of his normal hair. He let her push flowers into his
hair, flowers she got from Toshinori the night before. He let her fix up his
kimono, so it looked nicer on him. “He’s here.” She whispered, Izuku had lost
complete track of time and opened his eyes in alarm.
 
“I can’t do this, I can’t meet his mother!” He hissed, panicking on the spot.
“Tell him I’m sick, make him leave!” He cried, pushing his mom out of the
bathroom, because she was laughing. She waslaughing! At a time like this? He
slammed the door behind her and listened as she snickered and answered the
door. When she did, she clapped her hands together, her mouth hanging open and
her eyes sparkling.
 
“You look very, very handsome!” She chirped, watching him bow once with a small
smile.
 
“Thank you.” He was blushing when he stood straight again. He wouldn’t force
Midoriya to wear a kimono if he wasn’t going to wear one himself. His was white
and red, much like his hair. The left side was braided back, his white locks
hanging over his right eye but the blue peeked through. “Is he ready?” He
questioned, just as excited for the festival.
 
“Oh yes, he’s a little shy right now. He’s hiding in the bathroom, come with
me.” She stepped aside to let him through and when they were both standing in
front of the restroom, she held her finger to her lips, signaling for Todoroki
to be quiet. “Izuku?” Her voice was soft. “He left, are you ready to come out?”
With that, she dashed to her room. Despite her short stature, she was fast as
fuck and gone within the second. Todoroki waited patiently, listening as the
door unlocked and Midoriya opened it, his eyes shut.
 
“Yeah, sorry.” Izuku whispered, pursing his lips. “I panicked- Todoroki! Wh-w-
what- What are you doing here?” He squeaked, getting ready to slam the door and
hide forever but he didn’t. Todoroki reached forward, taking his wrist.
 
“We’re going to the festival, remember?” He reminded. “My mom’s so excited.” He
informed, pulling him from the doorway of the restroom and closer to himself.
“Do you not want to meet my mother?”
 
“N-no, I do, I really do, I just… What’s she like? Tell me.” He demanded
quietly as he toed on his shoes. He hadn’t noticed Todoroki’s attire. He was
rambling and muttering to himself, stumbling over his own feet, stuttering,
blinking rapidly, still panicking.
 
“Midoriya.” Todoroki stopped to face him, a smile of endearment on his face.
“It’s okay.” He promised. “You’re going to meet her, and you’re going to wonder
why you were so nervous in the first place. She doesn’t bite.” Midoriya kept
his gaze, their eyes locked. Izuku’s were still curious and unsure, but
Todoroki could see the light reflecting off them, he adored the green in his
eyes, how it popped thanks to the kimono. “Trust me, okay?”
 
“Okay, okay… let’s go.” He could do this, he really could. It was just
Todoroki’s mother. Todoroki’s mother. The maker of Shouto. The human incubator…
who held Todoroki for a number of months, then burned his eye, and caused
permanent damage that has haunted his boyfriend for years to come.
 
He couldn’t do this.
 
-
 
By the time they arrived, the sun was setting, it was almost gone and a deep
orange colored the cloudless sky.  “Is she here already? Am I meeting her right
away? Can we eat first? I’m going to throw up, can’t we go home and watch a
movie? Will you carry me?” Midoriya asked his questioned continuously, waiting
impatiently for the answer he never got because Todoroki settled on dragging
him towards the festival. Midoriya held his hand fan over the lower half of his
face, his fine eyes darting around nervously. “Do I look bad? I look like a
woman, don’t I?”
 
“You don’t, but you look very feminine, and very…” What was the word?
Delectable? Adorable? No, he looked mature. “Alluring. You look amazing.” He
swore, taking his hand and folding them together to hopefully calm him down and
bring him the comfort he definitely needed right now. Maybe they should avoid
food, at least until after the meeting started. He didn’t need Midoriya to be
throwing up all over himself and Todoroki’s mother.
 
Midoriya blushed, hiding his entire face and almost tripping with every other
step he took. “You don’t mean that....” But he did, he definitely did.
 
“She and Fuyumi will meet us later, down by the Koi Fish pond. The one where
you’re allowed to feed them, have you been there?” Todoroki questioned, pulling
the fan down and away from Midoriya’s face and watching the blush spread across
his nose and cheeks. They were his favorite animals, his favorite part of the
festival. He used to like to think they were made just for him, and that’s what
his mother said. To match him and his hair colors, because they were similar.
(He ignored that most were more orange than red, and that they had black spots
too).
 
“No, I was afraid I’d fall in and they’d eat me.” He admitted shamefully,
feeling dizzy and woozy thanks to his nerves getting to him, like always. “I’m
sorry, I just can’t wrap my head around this… I’m meeting Todoroki-kun’s
mother… your mother…your mom, mama, mommy-” His stomach flipped over and he
almost gagged. “It’s hot!” He started sweating and fanned himself with his hand
rapidly before feeling the chill of Todoroki’s quirk. He was blowing air,
snowflakes coming out here and there, making Midoriya calm down just enough to
stare and even reach out to catch a few.
 
“Let’s go play some games. Are you good at games?” Todoroki questioned,
starting down the stone path, between stands of games and food and more.
Midoriya shrugged lightly.
 
“No, not really, but it sounds like a lot of fun! Let’s try something simple
first… like that.” It was the ball throwing game, where you had to knock down a
stack of bottles with a baseball. It looked easy enough and Todoroki was sure…
he was motherfucking positive he’d win with ease but he was wrong. His first
throw was way off, the second only got the the bottle on top and his third was
mere inches away but when Midoriya tried, he won with the first throw. He got
all three! Todoroki wasn’t one to mope about something like that, he smiled,
impressed but even more flattered when Midoriya handed him the small teddy bear
he’d won. “For you!”
 
This started a long hour of Midoriya winning games left and right with ease and
handing the prizes over to Todoroki who was excited to go home and decorate his
room with. His arms were full, a body sized teddy bear strapped to his back.
“Mind if we unload these in my car?” He questioned with a tiny smile, watching
as Midoriya looked up to him from his right, he was facing another stand, a
water gun in his hands. He looked nothing short of charming, attractive and
slightly intimidating. He was in the zone, his eyes were sharp and he was
relaxed. He said yes. “Sure thing, sweetcheeks.” He chittered happily, setting
the gun down and skipping in front of Todoroki, leading the way with a bright
smile. He waved at children and parents and stand-holders and more. The pet
name made Todoroki avert his gaze, warmth exploding in his chest and this time,
it had nothing to do with his quirk.
 
The sun was gone, the moon was brightening, the festival was lively and lit up
with candles and lamps and lanterns. Midoriya helped him stuff the toys into
the back seat of his blue car and was clapping his hands, excited to get to
eating before he heard it- “Nii-san!” Fuyumi called, making Todoroki whip his
head around, a grin forming on his lips, his perfect, white teeth on display.
“We just arrived.” Fuyumi informed, stepping out of her own car and hurrying to
the other side to open her mother’s car door.
 
“Mother?” Todoroki started, shutting the back door and taking Izuku’s hand
gently who was frozen on the spot, a smile permanently plastered on his face.
It was wavering and crumbling and when Todoroki started walking, he stayed
cemented where he stood, pulling back against Todoroki’s force and letting out
the quietest whine he could as mama Todoroki approached and sister Todoroki
followed. “This is Midoriya Izuku. Should we head down to the pond?”
 
“Sure thing, we’ll meet you there.” Fuyumi stepped in, her gaze turning to
Izuku’s. It was kind, lighthearted, kind of worried. “I’m excited to know more
about you, Midoriya-kun.” Fuyumi whispered.
 
“As am I.” Mama Shouto whispered with the kindest smile he’s ever seen
(Excluding his mother’s). With that, they started back toward the festival.
 
“Is my mother really that scary? Was I that scary before you met me?” Todoroki
questioned, taking his other hand and holding them up between them. “It’s going
to be okay, it’ll be fine. I promise. “
 
“Yes! You were very, very, very intimidating before we met. I was afraid to sit
next to you at lunch, I thought I was going to die at the sports festival, I
thought you were going to eat me before the finals when you pulled me aside and
now your mother is going to suck my soul out through my ears and eyes and drink
it up like a delicious McFlurry from McDonald’s! That’s what beautiful women
do, that’s what beautiful people do in general, is that what you’re planning to
do to me?”
 
“Nobody… is going to suck your soul out like that.” He winced at the
description. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, you’ll see.” He lifted
Midoriya over his shoulder, not caring for the very few stares he got as he
carried Midoriya through the large festival and to the Koi Pond where Fuyumi
and Mother Todoroki sat, right on the bricks surrounding the fish. Fuyumi was
feeding them small crumbs and Mother Todoroki was the first to notice them
approaching.
 
Midoriya watched, he shouldn’t be feeling so nervous, so jealous, so scared, so
excited. Todoroki sat right next to his mother, just as Midoriya expected (Just
like him), he was a mama’s boy. “I’m so happy you could make it.” He murmured,
sharing a hug with her before gesturing to the green, chubby, pubescent child
standing awkwardly a few feet away. “Midoriya, come here please.” He beckoned
gently, watching as Midoriya slowly made his way over. He sat down. He sent a
quick wave, a horrible wave. It was terrible.
 
“Hi… I’m Ivuku- Izuku.” Who the fuck was ivuku? How could he mess up his own
name like that? He sounded idiotic! “I-it’s very… nice to meet you.” Maybe it
wouldn’t be so bad? She looked and sounded very nice and calm and down to
Earth.
 
“Just call me mom.”
 
Midoriya got light-headed.
***** writers block *****
Chapter Summary
     haha i have writers block
     mineta x tsuyu is one of my favorite ships so i hope you won't mind
     it making a mild cameo before the uraraka x tsuyu yo
Little time passed. Todoroki could think of something if he really wanted to
and he did. He came up with something. It wasn’t his invention or anything but
it’s almost as if it was made for his blossoming relationship with Midoriya. It
was something they both wanted, it was a win-win situation. He didn’t
necessarily ‘enjoy’ hurting his boyfriend but he could never deny him when he
asked and if so, it’d never last long with those puppy dog eyes of his. “She
doesn’t, I promise.” Todoroki whispered tiredly, rolling over under their thick
bed clothes to wrap his arms around Midoriya and surround him with warmth to
both his own pleasure and the hope of shutting him up for a second. They were
on vacation! He shouldn’t be worrying about what mama Shouto thinks about him.
It’s nothing to worry about either, as he’s heard all positive things from her.
 
“I’m sure she does, I almost fainted! I blacked out for a few seconds there,
you must’ve noticed since you ‘were’ the one who caught me.” He emphasized, his
back facing Todoroki. He was playing with some loose thread on his pillow,
thinking about very few things but important things. Like how he’d never in his
life have the courage to face Mother Shouto again. He couldn’t, at this point
even he was confused as to why he just could not handle conversing with her.
She was a lovely woman and if he looked close enough, she heavily resembled
Shouto. Just like he does with his own mother.
 
“I was.” He confirmed. “But believe it or not, she was just as nervous as you
were. I hope that eases your nerves just a bit.” He had other ideas if it
didn’t.
 
Summer started out with a bang. Their vacation to the beach was going according
to plan. They were staying at a resort for a month, swimming, barbequing, dying
of heat and eating cold treats for the majority of the day. They’ve been here
for just three days and so far, it’s been a blast. Nobody wants to leave.
Except Midoriya. He hasn’t gone swimming, hasn’t even stepped foot outside. He
was deathly afraid of getting a sunburn and having his dead skin peel off of
him like a layer of dried glue. If he stepped within ten feet of Bakugou in
that condition he was sure he’d get a nice, hard slap on the back. “Let’s stay
inside and order room service.” Midoriya suggested lazily, sitting up only to
shiver and lay back down with the covers up to his chin. “Your quirk is worse
in the s-summer.” He acknowledged aloud, rolling over to face him, expecting
some sort of explanation.
 
“I get hot.” Was all he had to say as he himself sat up, stood up and proceeded
to pull Izuku up from under the comfy bed covers. He sighed once, bowing his
head and relenting, Izuku finally stood. “It’s already nine.” He informed, his
eyes scanning the bedside clock on Izuku’s side. There was another bed, sure,
but they slept together all the time, it just made more sense, and it was much
more comfortable.
 
“That’s early, we’re supposed to be sleeping in.”
 
“We slept in for three extra hours already.” He murmured, pushing his forehead
up against Midoriya’s, he could definitely hear him not breathing, his chest
going still as well as his entire body. “I could think of a few ways to wake
you up.” Because of those words, Midoriya was wide awake.
 
“Like what?” He almost challenged. It’d be a challenge if his voice wasn’t so
quiet, it’d be a challenge if he hadn’t brought his hands together nervously;
wringing them gently with anticipation. Todoroki leaned forward slowly, kissing
Midoriya for a few seconds before leaning back with a small smile. He’d had
this planned for a little while and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited
to finally try it. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was called, the name of the
act. Dilemma? Quandary? No, it was called Predicament.
 
“Follow.” He ordered gently, turning abruptly and heading towards the bathroom.
He gripped Midoriya’s shoulders, gently pushing him in and under the frame of
the tall door. “Stay.” His voice wasn’t entirely demanding, it was soft,
gentle, it wasn’t as if he was talking to a dog. Midoriya nodded curtly, a
humming noise of confirmation coming from him as he watched Todoroki move
around the room hastily. He grabbed his suitcase and set it on the bed.
Todoroki dug through it, his brows furrowed and eyes focused, Izuku could tell
he was thinking of something intense. Or he was thinking about one of the few
paradoxes he shared with the hermit.
 
Midoriya stood obediently, his eyes wandered. He looked down at where he was
standing, then up to the frame of the door. He wondered what his boyfriend had
in mind for him and why, where he’d gotten an idea that involved a door frame
and how he was going to do it. His questions would soon be answered, he knew,
as Todoroki approached him with his arms full of supplies and what was that?
Clothing? It looked rather familiar. He took it when they were held out for
him. “Put these on, please.” How polite. Midoriya merely smiled tenderly. He
took a step back, getting ready to shut the door and change privately but the
stare he got from Shouto told him he wanted to watch. The smile on Izuku’s face
only wavered, not because he was opposed to the idea, but because he was- as
always, red faced and embarrassed.
 
He was only wearing boxers, so it shouldn’t be too bad to just slip this on,
right? No, it couldn’t be that easy. There was no way it’d just be that easy,
he knew it wouldn’t and his suspicions were proved right when he found not one,
but two errors with the attire he was given. This was a female’s school uniform
for one, and inside were- “P-panties? You want me to w-wear these? Really?” He
questioned, unsure if he should. Why shouldn’t he? Well he was a man for
starters. A manly man with masculine traits. Todoroki only nodded, crossing his
arms, the ropes and hooks(?) in his hands swinging gently with each movement.
“They’re striped…” He murmured, holding them up and stretching them out. Would
they even fit? They look kinda small if he had to be honest but he ended up
shrugging, pushing his boxers down and stepping into them. Squeezing into them
wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. Todoroki watched with slight amusement
as he pulled the snug undergarment on. He was almost positive they’d rip, they
strained around his rear behind and love handles. They stayed in one piece and
from the front, he could see the blatant outline of his semi-hardon. Midoriya
pushed his bottom lip out, turning on his own and staring down at the article
of clothing, inspecting them before stretching and reaching for the rest of his
clothes. He pulled them on without further complaint. When he was dressed, he
smoothed the fabric down with a soft sigh. “Woah.”
 
“What?” Todoroki questioned with slight confusion as he pulled one of the
hookless ropes from his arms and set the others down.
 
“Huh? Well, I mean… i-it’s not all that bad, really. It’s airy, and
comfortable. Like, I don’t have to pull my pants down to use a restroom, and I
don’t have to be scared of getting my wiener caught in my zipper, y’know?”
Todoroki stared at him for a few seconds, feeling slightly envious now because
he didn’t want to have to worry about getting his wiener caught in his zipper.
He knew. Oh, how he knew. “What’re you gonna do with that?” He pointed to the
rope in his hands with confusion, he had a feeling he’d get tied up, sure, but
why while he was standing? What was Todoroki planning?
 
“You’ll see.” Was all he whispered, turning Midoriya around by one of his
shoulders and holding both of his wrists up against his back with just one
hand. It wasn’t uncomfortable until after the ropes were secured around his
wrists which were horizontal and crossed behind his back. Midoriya felt him tie
his elbows and upper arms, he could barely move them. He squirmed just a
little, about as much as he could, but the ropes didn’t budge at all. He was
okay with that as he turned around after feeling a very soft pat on the behind.
He faced Shouto with glimmering eyes, ecstatic to find out what’s coming next.
He showed no discomfort when his signature blindfold was tied around his head.
Not too tight, just right. He couldn’t see now, he stood there awkwardly,
feeling enthusiastic and sheepish in this outfit.
 
He listened as Todoroki circled him a couple of times before stopping behind
him and lifting his skirt, his palm brushing against the top of his rump as he
gripped the tight waistband and pulled it back and away from Midoriya’s skin.
Was he getting a wedgie? Would he let it go only for it to slap against his
lower back? No, he listened but heard nothing. Todoroki pushed the hook up into
the tag of the fabric, looping it through. “Stand on your toes.” He whispered,
and Midoriya complied, what the hell was going on? He heard some clanking, then
some growing ice, then that was it. It was over for him. “I’m done now.” When
Midoriya tried to relax and stand on his feet completely, he was met with the
unpleasant feeling of a fucking wedgie.
 
It was uncomfortable and embarrassing, he couldn’t just stand there with a
wedgie, he was sure his skirt was hiding very little to nothing but there was
an alternative. It he stood on his tippy toes, he’d feel relief in that
department, dignity too, but it was just as uncomfortable to stand on his toes
like that. How long would he have to stand like this? He tried walking forward,
away, but to no avail. The feeling only got worse, his panties stretching
painfully around his hard member. He stood still on his toes, his cheeks
reddening as he thought about the situation he was in.
 
It was one or the other, he’d be causing himself discomfort. He whined under
his breath in mild frustration as he kept his heels up, his hands tightly bound
behind his back and his sight taken from him. “I’m going down to get
breakfast.” Todoroki announced casually, tossing the red-ball gag in his hands
a few times.
 
“W-wait, You can’t-” Midoriya was cut off, feeling the familiar sphere being
pushed between his fat lips and the accustomed tightness on his chubby cheeks.
He listened to the buckle behind his head, he felt panic surging through him as
footsteps were heard. He could hear the shuffling of clothes, then the door
open and shut, locking behind his boyfriend who he assumed just left him there,
just like that, to go socialize among other things.
 
He had two options. He could use One for All or he could stand there. Using One
for All may result in him losing all five of his limbs, the building toppling
over, damage beyond repair, debt for whoever was paying for this vacation and
shame in himself for using the most powerful quirk in all history to get out of
the slightly uncomfortable position his boyfriend tied him up and left him in
for the sake of his sick fantasies and secret hunger for pain which his body
interpreted to be pleasure. How could he face anyone and say he used it because
he didn’t want to stand on his toes? Imagine if he had lost all his limbs,
died, then was founded in a female’s uniform. Wearing girl’s underwear should
be added to that frightening equation because he was. He was wearing women’s
underwear, knee socks and a skirt. A skirt! He thought for a few seconds
longer, standing still before finally making a decision.
 
He’d stand there.
 
All alone.
 
At first, it wasn’t too bad. Then as one minute passed, his toes were aching.
They were tired, his legs were tired, he was tired of standing like that. Maybe
if he was slow, he could relax just a little. Just a bit, but when he tried, he
was met with another wedgie, this one worse than the last. He panicked for a
few seconds, crying out around the gag as he did his best to regain his balance
before the unspeakable happened. He didn’t want to topple over and fall.
Midoriya held his breath, standing on just one foot with the other outstretched
to straighten him out. He let the air from his lungs out slowly, processing his
predicament.
 
Maybe if he took turns on each foot, yeah, that should work. His right foot
trembled against the floor, his entire body was buzzing and as he slowly
switched from his right to his left, he felt the cotton rub against his member
and groaned. He hadn’t been touched there whatsoever and just a bit more
friction could get him off, easy as pie. If he did, he’d stand there with
soiled panties, if he didn’t, he’d stand there with a painful boner. It was a
lose-lose much like the position he was in.
 
His breathing began to pick up, maybe if he didn’t do intentionally, he
couldn’t blame himself for getting off. He switched again, faster than before,
moaning a little more but as minutes passed, his little toes and ankles got
exhausted faster and he had to switch more and more, it became frequent, every
thirty seconds or so. His love handles were in pain, they felt sore and he knew
he had some kind of indents in his sensitive skin.
 
Midoriya was red all over, he was sure of it. His cheeks, nose ears, chest,
rear behind, arms, legs and feet. He was blushing from head to toe. He felt
saliva falling from his lips, he hadn’t realized he’d been drooling around the
mouth guard. Midoriya hummed impatiently, switching between feet before he felt
a light shove on his back. He’d scream if he could. “This is getting boring.”
Todoroki whispered, he hadn’t left at all. He was watching the entire time,
interested. “I’m glad you didn’t try getting out of this.” He was impressed,
there was a minor hiccup but Midoriya at least behaved when he thought Todoroki
was gone.
 
Midoriya clenched his fists, he’d be a stuttering mess if he was able to talk.
A shiver ran up his spine when he felt Todoroki’s hand rest against his lower
back, it trailed down and around his fleshy rump, then between his fat thighs
which were about to rip the socks that couldn’t fit up around them. Shuddered
as the hand massaged him from down under, if he looked down, he could see
Shouto’s hand against his member. It made his knees weak, he just wanted to
relax at this point, he didn’t want to deal with the consequences if he did
though. Oh God, he couldn’t keep himself up even if he wanted to.
 
His ankles shook under his weight, he was humming and groaning around the gag,
trying to control his breathing but he couldn’t. He felt as though his air
supply was limited. “You’ve been standing here for thirty minutes now.” Has it
really been that long? “I’m astonished.” He didn’t sound like it. “But I’m also
kind of bored.” Shouto said again, stepping away from his shaky boyfriend and
moving around the room.
 
What was he gonna do? What more could he have up his sleeve? This was torture
as is, he was harder than a rock and could do nothing about it. The head of his
cock was pushing up against the fabric of his panties, clear fluids leaking
through. It twitched a few times when Todoroki appeared next to him, whispering
something or another but before he could process what he said, he felt stinging
on his right thigh and a soft popping noise. He stood on his left foot, bending
his right impulsively. Ow! He knew exactly what was going on now. Todoroki
wanted him to fall and make a fool of himself or something but he wouldn’t.
He’d do his best to prevent himself from falling but it got harder and harder.
 
It got harder when he felt Todoroki freeze the floor, a thin layer of ice under
his feet. It was slippery and cold and hurt his toes but he stood on a shaky
right ankle now, his left bent to shy away from whatever he was being slapped
with. He huffed and cried around the restraints, his own spit soaked the front
of his uniform, his nipples could be seen through the thin, white fabric and
the opened jacket. Tears puddled in front of him, some landing on the ice,
making it worse to keep standing. “Just fall over already.” Todoroki sighed,
slightly annoyed with how determined his boyfriend was. He was just as eager to
fuck him as he knew Midoriya was to get fucked.
 
Midoriya shook his head rapidly, seemingly laughing around the gag but it was
replaced with a whine as he was slapped once more, this time it was on his rear
behind. “No?” He dropped whatever he had, it was a switch, and firmly pressed
his hand flat against Midoriya’s rear behind. He kept it there few a few
seconds before pulling it back and bringing it down with more force than what
was needed but as soon as his hand made contact, Midoriya bowed his head,
screaming from surprise and ecstasy as he finally stilled himself and came. It
was breathtakingly painful. It was both the best and the worst feeling he’s
ever experienced because he was both out of breath and shaking but it was so
unsatisfying. He hadn’t gotten even a single jerk, not even a finger.
 
Again, Todoroki spanked him again before he could compose himself. Again and
again, slaps filled the room, each one worse than before. It kept going, his
rump was as red as a tomato, he was sure. “This is starting to piss me off.”
Todoroki pulled the gag down, not off, he pulled it down. It hung around his
neck like a necklace. Midoriya sucked in a sharp breath before letting it out
as a choked moan.
 
“What are you gonna d-do about it? Huh?” Midoriya questioned, it’d be cocky if
he wasn’t panting, coughing and almost wheezing. He was way over-stimulated,
but he was use to that feeling by now. Todoroki wasn’t quite sure what he
should do about it. Should he just shove him over? Cut the ropes and set him
free? No, those were boring, and neither wanted boring. He wished he hadn’t
removed that gag but him doing so would prove useful. He reached a hand around
Midoriya from behind, his hand resting on his cheek as his fingers pushed
passed his teeth and to his tongue. There was an abundance of excess spit just
sitting in there, about to slip through Midoriya’s lips to make a bigger mess.
Todoroki prevented that by wiggling his fingers around, his digits covered in a
thick layer of warm, unreasonably sweet smelling spittle. Midoriya closed his
teeth around his fingers gently, weakly, sucking on his fingers welcomingly,
feeling the sudden urge to blow him right here and right now, he wanted his
mouth full of Shouto but he got the opposite and those fingers were pulled from
his lips with much reluctance.
 
His toes were numb from the cold, maybe giving up wasn’t such a bad idea.
Todoroki was standing behind him, rubbing his lower back soothingly before
lifting his skirt to get a good look at the stretched, straining panties that
were tearing at the seams. He slid his fingers up under one of the leg holes
that groaned, about to rip. Just a few seconds, his fingers were pushing into
his shivering boyfriend who openly huffed, spit dribbling from his lips and
onto the floor, he had no words, neither of them did as Todoroki pushed his
fingers in and out, feeling around the very familiar hole. He could easily find
his prostate and massage it but he avoided it as obviously as he could, even
rubbing all around it but leaving it itself completely untouched. It drove
Midoriya crazy and the inevitable finally happened, he relaxed his feet,
standing on the heels and soles and enduring the worst wedgie and the worst
case of having his member confined in that cotton prison. He clenched his jaw,
crying out and leaning forward.
 
Shit, they ripped. They ripped, he heard them, and he was free, but he couldn’t
catch his balance before he was laying on the floor, his chest pressed down
against the soft, carpeted floor. Todoroki watched, his hand outstretched but
there was no attempt to catch him and in front of him, past the ripped, green
striped underwear hanging from the hook was Midoriya, wiggling on the floor. He
was modest, kind of. The skirt hid what it needed to but before any other ideas
could pop into his head, he dropped to his knees, crawling forward until he was
mounting Midoriya, his front flushed against Izuku’s back. He finally fell, he
wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve waited for that to happen and before
long, he was pushing Midoriya’s skirt up eagerly.
 
Midoriya’s cheek was squishing against the carpet floor, he panted heavily,
clenching his fists. He laid still at first, feeling lightheaded when the first
few inches of Shouto’s hard member pushed into him, then he pushed back as much
as he could in a position like this, letting out a relieved moan. Midoriya
always felt so full and warm inside when Todoroki was fucking him, he enjoyed
getting closer with him, he wanted to be even closer than this, somehow. If
that made sense.
 
“O-oh, God!” Izuku yelled, curling his sore toes. He felt a hand on the side of
his head, keeping it down against the carpet. It was rough, his lower abdomen
ached at the treatment he was getting from the inside out. He wasn’t sure what
it was about getting it from behind, it was a whole different feeling entirely.
It wasn’t as passionate as it was face to face, he sometimes got emotional when
they were actually making love but there was a definite contrast now.
 
“Uuuaah, mmh-” Midoriya’s cheek was aching. Todoroki kept him in place,
mercilessly pounding into him, it sounded like he was growling under his
breath. Midoriya thought it was growling, he did it often, it was just weird.
He seemed so composed when they weren’t being intimate.
 
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it was bearable at first but Todoroki only got
faster, using both of his hands to grip Midoriya’s hips tightly. Drilled into
him quickly, faster, faster, faster, Midoriya felt like he was using a vibrator
on mild or something. Something like that. Midoriya squealed, he sounded like a
kicked puppy, his insides were buzzing and fluttering and flipping and jumping
and his legs were numb and his arms were asleep and his face was sore. At last,
Todoroki came. Midoriya knew it was happening before he felt it, he could
always tell by the desperate, sloppy thrusts, the slowing down, the deeper
fornicating.
 
Hot, as always. He thought they were done and when Todoroki pulled out,
Midoriya rolled over, slumping and relaxing on the floor. Too lazy to walk, he
was too tired to do anything really. “I’m hungry.” Midoriya whispered, sitting
up and waiting for Todoroki to untie him. He used his shoulder to nudge the
blindfold down to his neck and took a look down at himself, his jacket had
fallen off his shoulders and was hanging from his crossed arms behind his back.
His white shirt was wrinkled and wet, transparent, a few buttons had popped off
but nothing he couldn’t fix or replace. His dark skirt still looked nice if he
was being honest, it covered him and he was relatively modest.
 
Midoriya smiled softly, he was so lucky. Too lucky, he was having fun on this
vacation despite not doing summery things like swimming or sunbathing. He was
having fun with his boyfriend despite the origin of their relationship which
was going great. They could not be separated. He wondered why it took a fight
and months of cheating to realize that. He felt something warm nudge his cheek
gently, it was Todoroki’s finger when he looked but then he was slapped in the
face, by a wiener! Todoroki slapped him in the face with his wiener! He knew
the drill.
 
He popped his mouth open, wrapping his lips around Todoroki’s member and
humming greedily around it. He closed his eyes, pushing his head back and
forward slowly, at his own comfortable pace. He was exhausted as is, not having
the energy to really actually try and get this over with. He decided to savor
the feeling and the taste. Todoroki felt nice on his tongue anyway, the shape
was his favorite thing. It wouldn’t be pleasant to walk around with something
shaped like Todoroki’s penis in his mouth, it’d be awkward but he didn’t want
the feeling to end right now.
 
Midoriya sucked and swallowed and moaned around him calmly, ready to get these
ropes off already. He opened his eyes when Todoroki brought his hands down and
gripped the sides of his head. Those slender fingers tangled into his green
hair before curling, tugging his hair. He didn’t resist.
 
Izuku looked up to Todoroki with wide, unblinking eyes. Waiting. Watching.
 
Before long, Todoroki was pushing his cock down Midoriya’s throat. Slurping
sounds filled the rooms, Midoriya never liked that noise, it kind of grossed
him out, but he did nothing to prevent it. He kept his eyes open, focusing on
not gagging, he tried to swallow when he got the chance but it was difficult.
 
His knees stung, he was getting carpet burns and bruises, his arms were on fire
now. How could Todoroki get so hard so quickly? Again? Such stamina, Midoriya
was jealous! It was admirable, if only he had that type of self-control. Maybe
if he delayed his orgasms, they’d feel better? He’s only been delayed a few
times, it wasn’t their main focus when it happened though. He wouldn’t mind
experimenting in that department.
 
The back of his throat was throbbing by now, continuously being prodded by
Todoroki’s constant bucks. When was it coming? When would he be done? He
couldn’t wait any longer, wondering whether he’d be forced to swallow it or
forced to wash it out of his hair and off his face. He’d find out soon, he
sucked in a quick breath through his nose and held it, waiting, steaming hot
fluids flooding his esophagus.
 
-
 
Midoriya stared down at the clear water around his ankles. He was in the
shallow water, a few feet away from where land meets water. He stood there,
wiggling his toes in the soft sand. They were red, a twinge of pain gnawing at
him. He was wearing swim trunks and one of Shouto’s shirts. It wasn’t long
sleeved and the rope burns decorating his arms were evident but no one paid
enough mind to actually notice them. Not many of the other AU students were
even around. Some were inside where it was cool, others were out in the deep
end splashing around while the rest were training in the secluded area behind
the actual resort hotel. It was just him and Asui. She crouched next to him,
moving her hand back and forth in the water. Of course she’d be fond of water,
she was a frog after all. “You’re not with Todoroki-kun?” She questioned, her
voice just as croaky as ever. He shook his head lightly.
 
“He’s training.” He murmured. “You’re not with Uraraka?” It wasn’t supposed to
sound cocky and he was glad it didn’t come out that way. He was nonchalant
about it, casual, because the topic didn’t affect him. He wasn’t afraid to talk
about Uraraka, not even afraid to talk to her. He wasn’t an idiot though, he
knew he shouldn’t approach her. It was up to her if she really wanted to talk
to him. He rubbed his arms, crossing them over his chest and sighing lightly.
 
She shook her head as well. “She’s with Iida.” Her voice was just as soft,
normal. Too normal. Forced. She had no right to feel jealous or heartbroken
because Uraraka never belonged to her like she once belonged to Midoriya. She
wasn’t in the equation. It was Izuku, Shouto, Iida and Ochako. She wasn’t
involved in anyway aside from being a primary source for comfort and
reassurance. There was nothing else to it. She was the best friend who was
supposed to be helping Uraraka, not avoiding her pathetically. “I’d only be a
bother, ribbit.”
 
“I don’t think you’re a bother.” Izuku spoke, his eyes squinting as he stared
out across the horizon and to nothing but distant blue skies. “I don’t think
Ochako thinks that either. You guys are together quite often.” He was still a
rather observant person. “Did something happen?”
 
Asui knew who to trust and who not to trust. Uraraka and Midoriya were both
cheaters, but there was a difference. Neither were mad at each other. One could
easily be blamed on confusion and self-discovery while the other was most
likely a desperate call for help, the need for love and affection due to
domestic neglect. Asui wasn’t sure who was at fault here. Despite that, she had
this feeling in the gut she was able to throw up that she could trust Midoriya
just as much as she trusted him before this all started. Before she found out.
Before his relationship with Todoroki was outed to the world. “Yeah.” She
croaked, standing and taking a few steps deeper into the crystal clear waters.
“Do you like swimming?”
 
“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” Izuku dodged her harmless
question, falling into step alongside her. The water was to their knees now. “I
won’t tell anyone if that’s the problem.”
 
“It’s not, I trust you. But it’s not my secret to tell.” She’d been trusted not
to tell, she knew even if Uraraka hadn’t specified that she wanted this secret
to be kept. “But it does involve you.” She should tell him. Uraraka knew about
his affair, it was only fair, right? Or maybe that’s the one excuse she could
come up with to mask the real reason she was wanting to tell Midoriya what had
happened. She was angry. She was sad. She’d had very few love interests before,
ones that were as strong as this. It wouldn’t go away and neither would the
fact that Uraraka potentially liked someone else. That she was completely
straight and enthralled with another. That she felt no more than platonically
for Asui Tsuyu.  “Ochako told me something.” She whispered, looking behind her
at the beach for a second then towards the splashing teens a few yards out
before her eyes were back on Midoriya’s. “She and Iida, they… Midoriya-kun, she
cheated on you with Iida-kun, before the night she found out.” Asui muttered,
her tone was slightly bitter but her face overall straight and emotionless as
it usually was.
 
Midoriya nodded slowly, looking from her and to the calm waters. It didn’t
bother him but it was slightly unsettling. He didn’t strike Uraraka to be the
type of person, he wasn’t innocent himself but Iida was his best friend. It was
different. “Iida, huh? Why Iida?” He was only confused. Iida was quite strict,
to think he had sex at all was appalling.
 
“Because his brother’s still in the hospital, and he was sad.” It was blunt and
what hurt the most wasn’t the fact that his best friend fucked his girlfriend
but the fact that he hadn’t been spending enough time with him to know this.
When was the last time he had an actual conversation with Iida? Asked him about
his day? His week? His brother? Midoriya sighed heavily.
 
“That doesn’t explain what happened between you two. Do you think badly of her
because of that? Do you favor me over her?” He questioned. They were both
cheaters, he knew that now and for some reason, a weight he hadn’t noticed had
been lifted from his shoulders. There was no way Asui favored him over Ochako.
 
“I favor neither of you. You’re both my friends, and we all make mistakes.
We’re a class made up of attractive people, our hormones are going crazy, we
make stupid decisions, experiment, feel emotional. I understand you both, it’s
not justified, but you are my friend, Midoriya-kun. That being said, I hope
you’ll forgive me as well. My feelings towards Ochako are not completely
platonic. I’m not sure who to turn to about these feelings. How should I go
about fixing this? Do I ignore them? Do I find someone else? Should I tell
her?” Tsu rambled and Midoriya listened with an open-mind because he was there
once, having feelings for someone he didn’t even know was straight but the
difference here was- Todoroki approached him. Todoroki proposed and started
this and Midoriya accepted. He knew nothing about whether Uraraka was into
women as well or strictly dickly, he couldn’t make a call even if he wanted to.
He couldn’t imagine her reaction if Asui told her how she felt, she’d feel bad
if she didn’t reciprocate those feelings for sure. She’d apologize for telling
Asui about her and Iida. She’d feel awkward about ranting to her about her sex
life and wrongdoings.
 
“I’m not the person to ask. I’m not very good at relationships, obviously.
Todoroki makes a lot of my decisions for me nowadays, but if you want my honest
opinion, I think you should find someone else.” It was harsh, sure, but he
didn’t want to disrupt whatever Uraraka and Iida had for each other, nor did he
want to give Asui false hope. “Find someone you know for sure would accept your
feelings. Someone you know will treat you right, someone you can trust
wholeheartedly. I don’t think Uraraka is the person for you.” He felt bad, he
really did, and maybe he was wrong. He knew he probably was, he wanted to give
her a hug but he decided against it, watching Tsuyu nod gently.
 
“You’re probably right,” Of course he isn’t. “Thank you for listening. You
aren’t a bad person for one mistake, you see? I feel much better.” With that,
she turned and took her leave, wading through the waters in her one piece
bathing suit. It was green with black on the sides. It was modest, it ended at
her mid-thigh like shorts and had short sleeves but it was still tight, every
crevice and curve could be seen with it but Midoriya saw none of it. He stared
out into the ocean.
 
Asui stared straight ahead, heading back towards the resort building and
climbing the stairs up the rooms dripping wet but as she passed the movie room,
she saw a few of her classmates including Kaminari, Mineta and Mina. They were
having what looked to be a fort fight, one against one, the referee was Minoru.
He was whistling with his fingers, calling fouls, keeping score and she
couldn’t help but stare at the short young man. He’d proven himself smart.
 
Drip. Drip. Drip. “You’re going to get a cold if you don’t dry off.” She looked
down in front of her, there he was, standing a respectful distance away from
her, his hands limp at his sides. “Do you need help?” The question, to him, was
meant to be a sexual joke, perhaps a flirtatious advance. He never expected
anyone to actually accept his offer but to her, it meant much more. Vulnerable,
sad, lonely, she nodded lightly, holding her hand for him to take and her
savior took it.
 
-
 
“I want to talk to you.” Uraraka whispered, reaching forward to touch Iida’s
shoulder but he pulled it back and away, avoiding eye contact. He hadn’t spoken
to her since the last time they spent the night together. He couldn’t. What is
he supposed to say? Is he supposed to apologize? Is she wanting to do it again?
Is she wanting more from him? He couldn’t maintain a relationship at a time
like this. His life was too busy, his worries on other things, more important
things. He was ashamed of himself for more reasons than one but what really
made him feel like the garbage he knew he was was the fact that he couldn’t
look her in the eye. The girl he made cry, she was crying, because of him,
because of his irresponsibility. Her bottom lip shook, her tears trailed down
her cheeks in large, circular drops. “My p-period’s late.” She whispered, her
voice cracking and crumbling.
 
He met her eyes, panic. He was panicking. What was that supposed to mean?
Couldn’t she give him an obvious answer? Shouldn’t she confirm whatever she was
suggesting before she brought it up to him or did she need something like moral
support from the possible father of her possible baby? He shook his head
slowly, waiting for her to elaborate but when he got nothing, he bowed.
 
He bowed, he apologized. “I’d think it best for you to confirm this suspicion
of yours before we worry ourselves. If it’s assistance you need, I’ll do my
best to provide it as both a friend and the class president.” Uraraka stared
down at the back of his head, her face red and eyes puffy. Yeah. Maybe that was
a better idea.
 
-
 
Night time came and just like a few select nights out of the week, a majority
of the UA students sat in a large circle outside on the beach. They had
lanterns and flash lights, the moon was their only source of natural light. It
was otherwise dark and ominous but it wasn’t time for spooky stories just yet.
Of course high school students would think to play truth or dare, except this
was nothing like it used to be in middle or elementary school. Kirishima’s face
was red, the blood rushing to it as he stood on his hands for an alarming
amount of time. Six whole minutes, a dare made by Mina Ashido herself. Tricky
and original is she.
 
Aoyama shot his laser into the sky, lighting the night for just a few blissful
seconds before sitting down and rubbing his slightly unsettled stomach.
 
Yaoyorozu created some bathing suits, Ojirou did something with his tail,
Tokoyami strayed from the light, just a few meters and allowed Dark Shadow to
grow a bit but not too much. It was an interesting night but after Tokoyami
left for bed, it got even crazier. They turned out the lanterns, went to the
water and swam. The moon reflected off the surface and they could only see each
other’s figures. Black.
 
“No way he’s going to do it.” Mina whispered, covering her mouth.
 
“I don’t know… he looks determined.” Jirou murmured back. The group stood,
watching from afar as Bakugou angrily stomped towards the water. He pulled his
tank top over his head, throwing it down into the dry sand. The water was cool
around his ankles and feet, he kept going. The night was humid and warm, so he
had no problems swimming around, much less- swimming around in the nude. When
his waist was submerged, he bent over to pull his trunks off, turning and
waving them around. He got whoops and hollers, he balled them up and threw them
to the dry land. No big deal, no big deal.
 
“Way to go, Bakugou!” Kirishima called, cupping his arms around his lips and
shouting from where he stood next to the others, a big smile on his chapped
lips. His sharp teeth shined even in the dark. Kirishima stood up straight, if
anyone had confidence- it was Bakugou for sure but he was somewhere around
there too, he didn’t mind. He wasn’t hesitant in walking, running and splashing
towards Katsuki fully clothed. He was taller than him by just a few
centimeters, he never let that go.
 
Kirishima didn’t hesitate, nor did he feel uncertain, as he wrapped his arms
around his boyfriend, his arms loosely hanging around the shorter ones waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He questioned but didn’t bother pushing him away
like he usually did when Kirishima tried to cuddle when it wasn’t cuddle time.
 
“Hugging you. You expect me to wait until we get back to our rooms?” He shook
his head, resting it on Bakugou’s shoulder with a sheepish smile and a small
blush. “I thought you’d like my company out here anyway.” He really just didn’t
want Bakugou to drown. Since he couldn’t swim and all.
 
“Whatever, just stop touching me. It’s fucking annoying.” Bakugou whispered,
lightly shoving him but it wasn’t nearly enough to budge him and Kirishima only
smiled more.
 
“Got’cha!”
 
“You’re still touching me.”
 
“I know.” Kirishima hummed, tightening his grip. He was almost positive no one
else could see how close they were in this darkness, he didn’t care if they
did. What he felt for Bakugou was real, it was manly, gnarly, that’s how
intense they were. Strong, tough feelings that would stand tall even after
Bakugou tried beating the shit out of them.
 
What the hell was this? He’d felt affection before, Kirishima gave it to him
nonstop when he had the chance but for some reason- he was shy. He didn’t like
being watched, it was his business and they wouldn’t all of the sudden be
closer to each other just because they came out. They didn’t need to. They were
together, big whoop, it should be treated like every other modern relationship,
he wasn’t a fan of PDA anyhow.
 
The water calmly sloshed on and around them as Kirishima lazily hugged his
boyfriend, almost falling asleep before Bakugou stepped back with a sinister
smile. He fell into the water face first, startled. Asshole! Kirishima pushed
his head above the surface, spitting out water and mimicking Katsuki’s face.
“It’s on.” He whispered, splashing Bakugou as much as he could with just his
hands.
 
This continued for awhile, them splashing one another back and forth, laughing
and cursing at each other but it was obvious they were both enjoying the little
game they were engaged in.
 
Bakugou’s dare was over already though no one seemed to care enough to stop
Kirishima and Bakugou from having their fun. They also didn’t question why
Eijirou was so comfortable with the fact that Bakugou was buck ass naked. Maybe
guys were just like that.
***** what up *****
Chapter Notes
     hey sorry lmaoooo writer's block.
It was like a honeymoon or something, except without the marriage and the
expensive rings Midoriya would’ve lost by now to a drain or something. The
water was the perfect temperature, the bubbles smelled nice and sweet, the head
underwater and between his legs. They were in their private room, so it should
be fine. No harm, no foul. Todoroki brought his head up, water and suds sliding
down his back and off his hair. He took a deep breath, pushing his locks back
and grinning at Izuku. “These bubbles taste awful.” His voice was soft and
lighthearted.
 
“But they’re milk and honey scented.” Midoriya informed, looking away with a
bashful smile on his face. “You can stop if you want, it’s okay.” They thought
it’d be fun to try this as they’d seen it in a few comedic movies. It was
alright, kind of distracting and a little hard since Todoroki had to come up
for air every minute or so.
 
“It’s not as easy as it looks, really.” Shouto sat back and shook his head with
a sigh before sinking down in the water until his lips were submerged. After
their bath, Shouto made it a necessity to actually go out and do something fun.
Unfortunately for the both of them, a few members of class 1-A were going
camping in the forest behind the building they were staying in. The weather was
perfect, no rain, no snow, no sleet. There were mosquitos though, goddamn.
Probably poison ivy too. Shouto had initially declined, he wanted more alone
time with Midoriya but no. ‘You have all the alone time in the world in your
room! Come on!’
 
So here they were, packing things for it. “We don’t even have a tent. Where are
we gonna get a tent? A cooler? What if a bear attacks us? Or a bunch of savage
indian people like in the Americas?” Izuku worried aloud, stuffing some clothes
in a duffel bag with red cheeks. “I know we can defend ourselves and all but I
can’t kill a bear! We’re on THEIR territory! What about more villains? Huh?
What if they snatch Kacchan up again, you remember that, don’t you? Cause I
do!”
 
“I remember.” Shouto murmured nonchalantly, zipping up his overnight bag. He
didn’t bring clothes to camp. He didn’t own camping clothes at all, he’d never
actually been camping. “They’ll have smores.”
 
“You think mentioning fatty foods will work with me? That’s kind of insulting.
If you have something to say, you should just say it.” It was kind of mean, he
guessed.
 
“I said there are gonna be smores. You like those, don’t you?” He hadn’t meant
to be rude or insensitive, not at all. “Sorry.” Now Midoriya felt bad. He
looked away and finished up with his bag. “There are coolers in the kitchen and
we can just go buy a tent in town, chances are, they have some already. Would
we even need them? It’ll be hot.” Tents weren’t necessary but a few still had
them. A few 1-B students joined them as well which made up 2 out of the 12
attending this camping session. Shinsou, Tetsutetsu, Kaminari, Kirishima,
Bakugou, Sero, Mina, Tooru, Ojirou, and Jirou. The rest had better plans. More
important things to worry about.
 
The sun was still high up and they all hiked for a little while, looking for
the perfect spot. Midoriya had to take a break every ten minutes, fanning his
face and taking a drink from his and Todoroki’s shared water bottle. “Do you
want to get on my back?” Midoriya slouched and took a deep breath, getting up
and moving behind him, raising his arms up.
 
“Okayyyyyy…” He agreed, wrapping those arms around Shouto’s shoulders and
groaning when he was finally lifted. “You’re the best.” Izuku murmured, he was
kind of heavy but nothing Shouto couldn’t handle and Mina volunteered to carry
their cooler full of Shouto’s actual food and Izuku’s late night snack cookies.
“Gosh… I love you.” Then he fell asleep, what a dork.
 
-
 
“Here!” Mina cried, dropping her things in a nice little clearing. It only took
an hour or so to find the spot, it was a pretty decent spot and Shouto had no
problem with it. As it would seem, no one else did either. “Ah, the shade is
perfect! I bet the beach isn’t too far from here either!”
 
“Looks like it, but we should set up before we actually do anything.” Ojirou
suggested, looking around the group with a timid smile before a glove slapped
his back.
 
“Good idea! Let’s get started!” Tooru hollered and soon, everyone had a job of
some sort. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were in charge of collecting wood for a
fire later that night, and the rest were all doing stuff that was required for
proper camping or whatever but soon, there was a nice sheet hung up for
everyone to change behind privately when the time called for it.
 
“Let’s start a fire now!” Izuku encouraged, already standing by the fire with a
stick behind his back. Smores, he hadn’t had any in so long and sure, the
others brought some for everyone but he brought extra for himself just in case
the two or three he was offered just weren’t enough.
 
“Here, it’s too early for a fire.” Shouto held his hand out, palm up, a little
flame flickering from it. “Go ahead.” He encouraged with a small smile,
watching Izuku blush a little and stick a single marshmallow on the end of his
stick.
 
“Aw…” Mina watched from afar next to Hagakure. “Aren’t they just the cutest?”
 
“Yeah, they are.” It was just… cute. It was really cute, the cutest. Bakugou
had had enough of it, PDA was never his thing and it honestly grossed him out
when others pretended like they were alone, much more when they knew people
were watching but just didn’t care. It made him want to punch someone in the
face, but he didn’t. After rioting against his anger management coach, he’d
done much better at containing his negative emotions and letting them out a
calmer way. He worked on it all on his own and soon he found himself up in a
tree.
 
“How did you even get up there?” Kirishima called from the ground, staring up
at his boyfriend who was gingerly sitting on a thick branch, snacking on some
graham crackers, phone in hand. “Hey, can I come up?”
 
“Sure, go ahead and try.” He’d much rather be on his own, that’s what he was
telling himself at least but he was secretly rooting for the redhead to somehow
shimmy his way up the trunk. It took the dumbass a little while to find a
comfortable way to climb, an easy way that involved hardening his hands and
using them as hooks. The tree was pretty tall so even then, it took a few
minutes for him to finally sit down next to the dusty blonde.
 
“...Hey.” He panted, wiping his forehead. What a workout! The heat made him
sweaty, sweaty enough for him to pull his shirt off and toss it away before
realizing it landed on the ground. “Oh, shit… whatever.” He reached for the
crackers but his hand was slapped away.
 
“Not with those sweaty ass hands. Here.” He took out a few and dropped them in
his palm for him to eat. “If you reach in, they’ll all smell like you and
shit.” Kirishima thanked him with a sharp smile, eating them. They were just as
quiet as Bakugou was before Kirishima joined them. Nice and calm. Now he wasn’t
so alone.
 
“Why are we up here anyway? I never knew you liked climbing trees and shit.”
Bakugou gave him a shrug.
 
“Look down, you can see a lot of shit happening from up here. Watching them
makes me forget why I was so angry… sometimes.” From up here, he saw everything
that needed to be seen and stuff that… didn’t need to be seen. Like Izuku
burning his fourth marshmallow to a black crisp or Tetsu sword fighting with
Kaminari with long sticks or Tooru changing behind the curtain as if she needs
to hide herself. “If I’m not worried about it 72 hours from now, chances are, I
should’ve never worried in the first place.” Bakugou wasn’t screaming or even
yelling. He seemed utterly calm and without that crease between his brows, he
almost looked like the type of person who was calm all the time.
 
Which was pretty damn far from the truth. “I guess… It seems kind of invasive,
When I’m pissed off, I just work out.” Kirishima was a muscle head, asshole.
 
“Or you come pestering me and shit and wake me up at 3 in the morning to tell
me about shit I don’t care about, like how they’re raising avocado prices.”
Bakugou waved him off, his eyes darting back and forth from person to person
below them.
 
“No, that’s when I’m sad, can’t you tell the difference?”
 
“You whine, bitch and moan when you’re angry or sad so I guess not.”
 
-
 
Izuku sat in the shallow end of the water, playing with the sand
absentmindedly. He watched it fall between his fingers over and over, his mind
elsewhere, far from here. He thought about Todoroki for the most part, his
face, the scar over his eye, the colors of his eyes. The clear water almost
matched its color.  The sand itself was insanely soft under the water but when
he lifted his handful above the surface, it was rough and, well, sandy. “Are
you okay?” He looked up, sudden shade covering him up. Todoroki. Izuku gave a
nod and Shouto sat down next to him. “They’re playing chicken, don’t you want
to play?”
 
“The game where they swim out as far as they can? The first to turn back
loses?” He’d surely lose but Shouto shook his head.
 
“The one where they hold each other on their shoulders and wrestle the others,
trying to get them to fall over. Do you wanna play?” Midoriya looked up to his
other friends, Hagakure on Mina’s shoulders and of course, Bakugou- wait no,
Shinsou was on Kirishima’s shoulders. So where was Bakugou? Scanning the
perimeter, he found him crouching a bit deeper into the water than Izuku,
digging around for something, a few things, he had a bucket with him.
 
“N-no, thanks…”He politely declined. It wasn’t his type of game, not to mention
Todoroki being the only one he’s comfortable being on the shoulders of, and he
was kind of heavy. “I don’t want to smother you.” The joke was light hearted
but Todoroki didn’t take it so figuratively.
 
“With your thighs? That’s a thing?” Thighs made the best pillows but pillows
were easy to get ahold of when you want to smother someone. “That’s okay, we
can do that.” Izuku gave him the side eye before covering his mouth to laugh
behind his hand.
 
“Later then. I bet they’re all gonna come out here late at night and do
something stupid and when they do, we’ll have the camp to ourselves for a few
minutes.” His suspicions were off point, they were far from relatively close to
what would happen. “Boil the water.”
 
“Hm?”
 
“Here, this little spot,” Izuku tapped the surface of the water a next to
Shouto. “Can you make it boil? With your quirk?” Shouto hand his hand out under
the surface and within the minute, bubbles started to appear, then the water
started jumping, it was boiling now. “That’s cool.”
 
“Why are you wearing pants in the water?” They were swim pants, the ones
typically used for scuba diving. Izuku’s eyes flickered up to Shouto’s.
 
“I’ll show you later.”
 
-
 
Camping so far wasn’t so bad, except Izuku wanted nothing more than to take a
shower, wash the salt water off his skin and flop down on a fluffy bed, his and
Shouto’s fluffy bed in their room. He already wanted to go home and Shouto knew
that more than anyone else as he was the one person who would listen to him
whine and beg to be carried back. “Please?”
 
“It’s too far and too dark.”
 
“I can use one for all and just, I don’t know, jump?” He suggested, resting his
shoulder on Shouto’s shoulder.  “I’ll even carry you if you want me to.”
 
“I wanna stay.” He didn’t really, but there were trees all around and chances
are, jumping in the dark would end not so well. “Let’s go change, you’ll feel
better then, and after that we’ll see what everyone else is doing.” Izuku
didn’t want to see what everyone else was doing but agreed to getting out of
these itchy clothes.
 
“I wanna shower!” He whined, sighing and standing behind the curtain. Out of
everyone here, they couldn’t bring someone with a water manipulation quirk?
Outrageous. Hanging their clothes to dry, Izuku rubbed himself dry with a towel
and pulled his pajamas on, they were obviously winter pajamas but he didn’t
know how much he’d suffer until it was too late.
 
“Come here for a second.” Shouto whispered, looking around the ‘curtain’ at
everyone else by the fire he’d started himself before stepping back and leaning
against a rock. He wore a regular t-shirt and plaid pants which, at the
waistband, he was tugging down. Izuku stared for a second, reaching up to cover
his cheeks for a second. This was pretty risky, all that it’d take to get
caught was the curtain falling, or someone coming to check on them which was
bound to happen since changing didn’t take very long.
 
“A-are you sure this’ll be okay?” He pushed the tips of his fingers together
nervously, looking around the curtain as well. “What if they could see through
the curtain, you know, the outline?” They could always go somewhere else but
imagine his embarrassment having to explain they left to perform oral on one
another only to get lost. “They might hear too, you know I slurp- I slurp a lot
and i-it’s really uh- I don’t know, it makes me blush too much to concentrate.”
He started fanning his red cheeks, shifting from one foot to the other before
his mouth started feeling empty. He swiped his hand across his lips only to
feel more moisture than normal, what was this? Izuku slapped a hand over his
mouth, he was salivating, was that right? He wasn’t a dog, he shook his head
quickly, stepping out from behind the curtain and hurried joining the others on
a log. Shouto could only laugh a little before he joined him as well, his pants
all the way up.
 
If Izuku was blushing, he’d blame it on the heat, which was evident. It was
pretty hot and looking around, he could see that he was the only one who
brought pajamas like the ones he was wearing. An All Might one piece suit much
like the one from when he was younger, just bigger with a new, updated design.
He was rather lucky to have a human air conditioner next to him and promptly
leaned into him, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips before Mina tried
opening with a scary story.
 
“We already did scary stories, fuckass, I’m tired of them already.” Bakugou
grunted, looking around and hoping someone had a better idea. “No truth or
dare, no never have I ever, nothing like those trashy, middle school games.”
 
“Do you have a better idea?”
 
“Y-”
 
“Campfire songs!” Kirishima cried, pulling his guitar out from behind the log.
How he managed to slip that past Bakugou, the world may never know. “What
should we start with then? Any requests?”
 
“I am not fuckin’ singing your gay ass fucking songs-”
 
“Shush you.” Kirishima held his finger up before he started strumming away.
Izuku was enthralled. He leaned forward, listening to the melody, shutting his
eyes. It was pretty. The campfire songs continued for about thirty minutes
before Bakugou had had enough and stormed off to a random tree.
 
“That was fun.” Izuku had calmed down by now and looked around at their group.
It was smaller than before, out of the twelve, 8 remained. Kirishima and
Bakugou in a tree, Ojirou and Hagakure still in the water. They didn’t have to
stay together. They all knew where the camp was, it’d be fine to wander off.
 
“Wow, I think I heard a noise, better go check it out, come on Tetsu!” Kaminari
hopped up, already hurrying off in a random direction and what flew over
Izuku’s head didn’t fly over Todoroki’s. He creased his brows questioningly and
looked around at the other five as if to ask if they were seeing what he was
seeing. They did not and he was left to his own devices.
 
“Man. everyone has a lover except for me, it isn’t fair!” Mina cried, her hands
slapping down on her lap. “I’m going to bed!” She announced, stretching, her
pink skin almost looked peachy thanks to the orange flames. “Goodnight! I have
these earphones that I will be listening to music with all night! Won’t be able
to hear a single thing guys, not even a scream! … but if there’s seriously an
emergency, don’t forget about me.” She warned and informed before getting into
her sleeping bag a little ways away from the fire. Izuku watched quietly as
numbers slowly decreased until finally, he couldn’t take it.
 
“More marshmallows.” He whispered, having them all to himself since Shinsou
wasn’t too interested in the overly sweet treats. He looked like he hadn’t
slept in months.
 
“Are you sure you haven’t had enough?”
 
“Positive.” Midoriya replied before his body went rigid. Oh, dammit. Now what?
What could he possibly want at a time like this? To make him do something
embarrassing? No, because after a few seconds, he was back to normal and
Shinsou had left his seat, getting into a sleeping bag away from them. Few
remain.
 
Shouto got up next. “Let’s go to bed.” He encouraged, tugging on Izuku’s hood
lightly. It was enough to coax the teen from his spot and follow close behind
to their sleeping bags. Everyone had a spot, nobody was as close to one another
as Shouto and Izuku and for now, while Shouto was still awake, he didn’t suffer
from the heat. It didn’t last, about an hour or so into his sleep, he was
burning up, sweating. He sat up, pushing the cover of his sleeping bag down so
he could unzip his suit. Everyone else was asleep, no one had to see his belly,
it should be fine. It was fine. He fanned himself again, contemplating on
shaking Todoroki awake. He leaned in but glared at him. It was hot enough as is
with the summer air, Todoroki was raditing fucking heat, right at him. Why? Did
Todoroki even feel temperature?
 
“Shouto.” Izuku whispered, touching him gently, shaking lightly. He tugged on
the sleeping bag, inside felt like a furnace and he quickly unzipped it, there
was actual steam. What if the sleeping bag caught fire? That could lead to
catastrophe, a forest fire, a lot of poor animals dying, burning alive because
Shouto got too cold for a few seconds and somehow forgot to turn off his heat.
If that made sense. “Come on, wake up…” He whispered, leaning in to maybe kiss
him awake.
 
Did kissing someone while they were awake count as molestation? He wasn’t sure
and didn’t want to google it. Surely not, it’d be molestation of he touched
other spots, right? No, that didn’t count since they were boyfriends,
especially since just a few hours before Shouto had asked him to do something
like that. Like this, like touching him, which he was doing despite Shouto
being asleep. The sleeping bag was unzipped, heat escaping. This was for the
safety of the forest and the animals, of course. Nothing more, nothing less, by
doing this, he was preserving the lives of many. He was being a hero by pulling
his waistband down and dragging his finger along the underside of his hard and
seemingly painful erection.
 
He was hard already, he must really like it.
 
Izuku stared down at the outline, petting it gently before pulling the
waistband of his boxers down as well and it was free. Nice and stiff. He
touched it, a little smile playing at his lips. It was so warm, almost hot.
Shouto was a clean person, very clean but right now, after swimming and
probably sweating there was a scent, a scent Izuku still couldn’t possibly say
no to. In fact, it made it harder to resist!
 
He felt his mouth water, more so than when S’more’s were mentioned, more so
than the buffet of breakfast foods at the hotel, more so than usual. He loved
it, but he was being kind of weird right now. Izuku leaned in, kissing it a
little before slapping it against his own cheek gently. “Mmmmh!” Finally, his
closed fist started jerking it, the noises only started to get louder when
precum started leaking, it was perfect for this. The noises would initially
make him uncomfortable- oh, who was he fooling? If he heard this in class, he
was sure to pop a hard one right then and there! No use trying to trick himself
anymore. Izuku watched with intense fascination as the skin covered the tip, he
watched in amazement everytime he pulled it back to expose the hot, red skin.
Beautiful, he loved it. Midoriya licked it again, pushing his tongue down the
foreskin and moving it around, tasting it all, it was slimy now from his own
spit, but that didn’t stop him from lowering his head, the top in his mouth,
between his fat lips. “Mmmnn.” So good, he thought still moving his fist up and
down the shaft.
 
This wasn’t molestation and it wasn’t rape, Izuku would assure you it wasn’t
because it was obvious Todoroki was enjoying it because he was staring right at
him, a small smirk on his face, he didn’t even have to ask, much less lift a
finger and despite telling himself he was doing nothing wrong, he was hit with
instant relief, relaxation washing over him like a tidal wave. Being watched,
like always, flustered him beyond belief. Had he been watching the whole time?
The praise, the slapping and whining and drooling and such? He felt bashful
now.
 
“Don’t stop there, keep going.” Shouto encouraged, running his fingers through
his hair gently before sighing, kind of annoyed. Izuku pulled off, rubbing his
cheeks gently. “Was it too hot?” He reached forward to play with Izuku’s suit
zipper. Like before, everyone was asleep, with music, or so they thought.
Kaminari and Tetsu hadn’t returned, they were still exploring in the wooded
areas, playing around, fighting one another amongst other things.
 
“Y-yeah, and you were really h-hot too and so I thought I should try to wake
you or cool you off, I guess it worked since you’re awake and all… here, look.”
Midoriya pulled the suit off his shoulders and down his legs to his ankles. “My
swim pants.” He reminded, running his fingers over the burns on his soft skin.
No wonder he wore swimming pants, everyone would either ask questions or know
right off the bat that Shouto had done that. They were either hand shaped or
made up some sort of pattern.
 
He liked them. “Stay still.” Shouto rested his hand on his thigh, squeezing it
before steam started to rise. Izuku bit the hood of his pajamas, tangled up in
them as Shouto burned his thigh. Tears welled up in his eyes and he let out
small cries of pain but otherwise, he didn’t move to stop him. It didn’t stop
until he heard sizzling and when he pulled his hand away, his skin was red and
blistering. It was a lot but not enough for the little fucker.
 
“A-again, right here.” He pulled his hand towards his hip, feeling the way
Todoroki hesitantly squeezed it. From there, Izuku reached down between his own
legs, gently rubbing the growing erection in his own boxers as the familiar
burn started to set in. Half of him… 20% of him was telling him this was too
far, this would scar, there’s a limit and you’ve met it but 80% ignored it. He
already had scars, everywhere, battle scars or not, they didn’t bother him
before, it won’t matter now.
 
What’s more, he’s actually enjoying it for once. Not fearing for his life,
fighting to near death to be permanently marked by some villain, those scars
made him remember fear like that. These ones meant so much more, the sheer
passion overwhelming him. He rubbed a little faster. “C-can we go… somewhere
else?” Moving elsewhere wasn’t hard, they were a few yards away from everyone
else, it should be fine right here, surrounded by trees. He was never the
exhibitionist and didn’t like being in such an open space naked like this but
since they were alone and everyone else was asleep, it wasn’t as bad as he
thought it’d be. He wasn’t even completely naked, he still had his boxers on
and despite loving it with all his heart, he laid on his All Might suit to keep
rocks and dirt from getting on his back.
 
The burns were red, pulsing and felt pretty damn painful. He could barely keep
still from the way they felt the heat made it all worse but it wasn’t a good
enough reason to stop jerking himself off to it, staring up at Todoroki who
watched him the entire time, standing over him. His other hand was flat against
his cheek, he couldn’t stop the blush on his cheeks or the little noises or the
pain or the obsession with it. After a few minutes, he pushed his boxers down
and tossed them away, beckoning Shouto with his body and once he felt the
pressure of him on top, he wrapped his arms around Shouto’s neck, hiding his
face in the crook of his neck as spit was used on him hastily.
 
The prepping didn’t last long and it wasn’t a very good job either because
feeling the head of Shouto’s member never hurt this much. It was bad, really
bad but somehow simultaneously stimulating. Izuku rested his head back,
groaning lowly at the pain, the stretching, Todoroki felt so much bigger like
this and soon, more tears built up. They trailed down the sides of his face.
His hands tightened on Shouto’s shoulders, his lip between his lips. Oh fuck,
oh….fuck.
 
The thrusting was already starting before he could adjust but despite the ache,
he clenched his teeth, grunting through it, high pitched growls and cries
escaping between each thrust. It hurt so much, it was almost unbearable but it
wasn’t enough for the secret sadist that was Shouto Todoroki who wrapped his
fingers around Izuku’s throat. Now he couldn’t breathe, the burns taunted him,
the aching hit him hard but the euphoria he felt was far too much to deny and
he gripped Shouto’s wrists tightly, his moans were stifled and choked. He
pushed his hips up, making it easier for Shouto to fuck him into the dirt under
him and the forgotten suit.


“H...Har-” It was all he could properly get out, he felt lightheaded but
despite that, he was asking for more, harder, that’s all and he couldn’t be
happier to have a partner who understood that so clearly. If anyone could read
Midoriya, especially like this, it was Shouto. He wasn’t the type to keep
asking if he was okay or not after every move, every spank or pinch or knot,
that shit was annoying even if Izuku had never had to deal with it. It’d drive
him completely and utterly insane, not in the good way. Not the way he was
feeling now,
 
It was too late, before he noticed it creeping up on him, he was having an
orgasm, it tore through him, making him scream out through his teeth, through
the choking and the thrusting that didn’t cease. His knees shook and his eyes
rolled back, his face was red, when Shouto moved his hands, he sucked in a
breath, ready to ask for more before he felt himself being covered up hastily.
He heard rapid footsteps and hurriedly covered himself. Thank God the suit was
right there and he got it zipped up just in time. There were flashlights on his
face, and soon he was being pulled up by his arm.
 
“What’s going on here? Are you okay? Your neck, oh my god!” Tooru cried,
reaching out to touch it only for Midoriya to bring his collar up and cover it.
Dammit, it was embarrassing and this was bad, very bad.
 
-
 
“You were screaming! We came as fast as we could, what happened to you?” Jirou
questioned. Oh right, she was here too and despite being pretty mellow and
chill, she seemed rather confused and pretty concerned.
 
“Be honest dude… Did Todoroki force himself on you?”
 
“No! Oh my God, can we just forget it happened?! I’m fine, I don’t want to talk
about it!” Izuku cried, covering his face and pulling his hood up.
 
“Rape victims tend to be pretty embarrassed and confuse-
 
“He didn’t rape me, that’s all! Goodness… He didn’t rape me, that’s all you
guys need to know, I want to go back to my hotel room, with Shouto, please.”
His cheeks would be red for hours, he was sure. “And don’t tell anyone! Nosey
fuckin… ugh.” He stood, brushing himself off and pushing past the small crowd
surrounded around him. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful for their concern, it
truly… warmed his heart, but it was goddamn annoying. He’d rather they shut up
and just watched or something, yeah, that was much better than this. So much
better. He gripped Todoroki’s sleeve. “Let’s go, I’m tired.”
 
-
 
The walk back wasn’t as long as it was the first time, they were going downhill
this time so it went by quickly and soon he was in a shower. A bath took too
long and he was damn tired, Annoyed too, that was the best yet. He hissed,
biting his fist when the hot water ran down the burns on his skin. Hand shapes,
if he put ice and antibiotic cream, it should heal perfectly. A visit to
recovery girl was far from necessary and the last task for the night was
sucking more dick. Great.
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