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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto, Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya
      Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Todoroki_Shouto, Background_&_Cameo
      Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Double_Anal_Penetration, Anal_Fingering, Love
      Triangles, Truth_or_Dare, Praise_Kink, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-14 Words: 5226
****** Two Boys, One Choice ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     Both Bakugo and Todoroki want Midoriya but Midoriya does not want to
     choose just one.
Notes
     I like the idea of doing more of these, but where Bakugo and Todoroki
     are more into each other and it becomes an equal threesome - -;
See the end of the work for more notes
A group of the UA class sat in the lounge, pushing all the couches in a closed
messy circle. All having dinner and deciding to enjoy their rather quiet and
uneventful Friday.
Mina had started it. Asking the group if they wanted to do truth or dare.
Most of the girls, Momo, Uraraka and Asui were all glad to play, and Mineta was
too, more for the erotic turn it could take.
The others were more or less dragged into it, out of their own curiosity or
from their friends. Midoriya, Iida, Jiro, Kirishima, Todoroki, Denki and Bakugo
more specifically.
They had gone around the circle, some too afraid to speak a truth so they did a
dare. Jirou forced to sit on Momo’s lap, Iida forced to talk like a robot until
his next turn. Some were dull, some more weird than amusing.
Some had been too afraid to do a dare, so they had gone with a truth. Uraraka
had admitted to having a secret collection of old heavy metal CDs and Kirishima
had confessed his iconic red hair was a product of dye, to the astonishment of
everyone.
Then, it was Midoriya’s turn.
Although the dares were tame, and not much to be scared off, he had a feeling
what with Jirou having a more than friendly interest in Momo, that dare had
been intentional. So, more out of fear that he would be embarrassed, he went
with a truth.
Ashido came up with one first, almost not seeming to need time at all for one.
“If there were no girls left in the entire world and you had to choose one of
the  guys  in our class, who would you sleep with?”
Midoriya had muttered something of a coherent answer, but could not be hear
over his own intention to be quiet and a loud answer from Mineta who had said,
“What’s the point of living anyway, when you don’t have boob-” However
interrupted halfway through Mineta was slapped in the face with one Jiro’s ear
jacks whipping his cheek.
Ashido leaned closer in, along with all other occupants, asking, “What d’ya
say?”
“T-Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya muttered, but then, suddenly, as if correcting
himself answer, “N-No, I mean Kacchan. No, uh, Todoroki-kun. Huh? Uh . . .” His
voice slowly faded into mutters, not even cohesive, but rather muttering the
two boy’s names over and over as if two sides of himself were conflicted.
Bakugo was frowning, glaring at the muttering childhood friend with half anger,
half confusion. Todoroki on the other hand did not much seem affected by the
statement, perhaps it was not surprising. After all, he was the most handsome
boy in the class, as judged by the whole class of 1-A.
Some of the people let out half-hearted laughs, still not completely used to
Midoriya habit of falling into a muttering mess.
Jiro was the one to ask, although all of the other teens were wondering as
well, “But, Midoriya, you have to pick only one.” Momo, whose hands lounged on
Jiro’s lap now, nodded.
“But. . .” Midoriya mutters, his brows slightly furrowed in thought. “Can't I
just pick both of them? I really can't choose one over the other. It's
impossible.”
Before anyone else could react, there was a slam, and Bakugo was standing. His
look was full of fury and his voice loud and uncaring as he shouted, “You
little nerd, you gotta be a fucking idiot to say you can't pick me over this
half bastard!” Then pointing straight to Todoroki, who sat with arms crossed
over his chest. Practically spitting his words as he continued, “Because, I
think Icy Hot can’t even pop a boner. It'd be like if Deku just has sex with an
impotent middle age man.” Bakugo turned to smirk widely at the man he was
blaring his insults at, “I’m willing to bet that he can't even get it up. He
can't get his tiny tool to work.”
Todoroki who had remained quiet all the while this outburst was occurring, and
although he had received looks from his classmates, all seeming to encourage
him to stand up for himself, he had not done anything. But he finally spoke and
at first, it did not seem like a retaliation, but his words sunk in quickly.,
“You're right. After picturing you naked on top of Midoriya, that's just such
an ugly image. It would make anyone’s hard-on get soft. And I’m not saying
Midoriya is the blame in that picture.” A small smile marked the boys face.
Although he did not show it, he felt rather victorious.
It almost seemed to prove it as Bakugo did not retort with words but rather
with violence. Almost pouncing on Todoroki but was suddenly jerked back by the
help of Kirishima, who with his best efforts, could not seem to calm the blonde
down.
With Bakugo restrained, Midoriya looks between the two of them, utterly
bewildered at what had just occurred. “W-What’s wrong? I don’t understand,
Kacchan, it was only-”
Denki interrupted Midoriya, having a rather confused look as he looked to the
boy. “Do you really not understand what’s going on Midoriya?”
Midoriya gave a confused look. And before Denki answer Midoriya, he looked
around the circle, all of the occupants for which were matching the same
bewildered expression at Midoriya’s oblivious attitude.
“Dude, it’s obvious that both like you. So obviously they don’t want to think
there is someone else you like.”
Midoriya seemed to not completely get it. And Denki did not want much want to
continue, as he knew any further humiliation on Bakugo’s part would only lead
to more dangerous outcomes.
“But . . . They're my friends, how could I choose between them?”
All of the teens let out sighs, all seeming to understand something Midoriya
didn’t. Bakugo, then furiously tugged out of Kirishima’s grip, and although his
friend tried again to hold him back, Bakugo was off in the other direction,
heading to the elevator.
The truth or dare session did not go for much longer after Bakugo had left.
Todoroki had made an excuse of having homework, although everyone knew there
was not any.
Ashido tried to cheer the group up but it all was rather useless to fix the
mood that was already unrepairable.
They soon all went their separate ways, saying their goodnights as they went to
their dorm rooms.
Midoriya lay on his back on his bed, his hands fiddling with a loose thread of
his pyjama shirt.
There was then a scuffling in the hallway outside his dorm room. One angry
voice and one rather cool one.
Midoriya did not much think about it further, knowing just that the voices were
familiar.
So he got up and moved to the door of his door. Just as the door slide open,
the two voices fell silent.
Bakugo was holding Todoroki by the collar, and Todoroki’s hands were on
Bakugo’s forearms as if ready to set his quirk on him.
“W-What are  you  two doing here?” Midoriya asked, furrowing his brow in utter
bewilderment that the two of him were fighting outside his dorm room.
Bakugo and Todoroki silently looked at each other, and although they glared at
each other menacingly, it was obvious they were here for the very same thing.
Todoroki then turned away from Bakugo, still tugged by the collar of his shirt
as he asked Midoriya, “It’s been bothering me since earlier but do you even
understand what Denki said earlier about ‘like’?”
Bakugo, surprisingly agreed, “Yeah, are you really that stupid to not get it?”
“Wha- I don’t understand what you mean.” Midoriya muttered. Trying not to feel
insulted by Bakugo’s harsh words.
“Just answer it, shitty nerd.” Bakugo said, raising his voice and causing
Midoriya to flinch.
“‘L-Like’ . . . Denki meant that you both like me as a friend, right? I mean-”
“No Midoriya, that isn’t how it is at all,” Todoroki said flatly, and for a
moment Midoriya was surprised that he interrupted him. “It’s more like this.”
In one swift movement, he pulled himself out of Bakugo’s grip, closing the gap
between him and Midoriya. His right hand came to touch the freckled boy’s
cheek, lifting the classmate’s head upwards slightly so that he could kiss him
on the lips.
Todoroki’s lips were soft, warm and welcoming. And although Midoriya’s has come
to push the other away, Todoroki’s lips caressed his own in such a fashion that
Midoriya could almost melt.
And although Midoriya was slowly becoming a mess by every second he stayed with
Todoroki’s lips, he had no want to stop.
So this, this is a different sort of ‘like’?
He could hear it, the sound of Bakugo swearing, insulting and threatening the
two of them. But his voice slowly became faded, either for he gave up on
stopping them or that Midoriya had lost track of his other senses.
Midoriya’s eyes had closed, his hands going to hold onto the taller boy’s
shoulder, his fingers digging into the fabric of the shirt ever so slightly as
he felt Todoroki’s tongue brush his lips.
Midoriya opened his lips, and just as Todoroki’s tongue tucked between his lips
he felt a heat burn in the space below his stomach, an odd and achy feeling he
had not much felt before.
But Todoroki pulled away, almost as if he intentionally did not want to give
Midoriya what he now felt he wanted.
Midoriya’s head felt heavy, his eyes half closed. He could feel his lips were
wet and half open, as if in a trance.
Midoriya then blinked, looking form Todoroki to Bakugo.
Bakugo looked furious, his teeth gritted and his face turning bright red.
Either out of embarrassment or anger, Midoriya could not quite tell.
“K-Kacchan?” Midoriya murmured, getting the blonde’s full attention, “Is this
what you meant too? By ‘like’?”
For a moment there was silence, and even Todoroki turned to look at Bakugo.
It was Bakugo’s turn to pounce on Midoriya, but instead of just tugging him
into a kiss his pushed the boy forwards on an angle, slamming him into the wall
inside the dorm room with the loud thud.
And as Midoriya opened his mouth to let out a cry, Bakugo pressed his lips to
his own, unforgivingly. His lips pressing harshly onto his own, half desperate
and half violent. Bakugo’s teeth soon came to tug at his bottom lip while his
free hand reaching to hold down Midoriya’s own which was about to push Bakugo
away.
Oh no , Midoriya thought the same sensation of warmth and tingling aching at
just below the waistband of his pyjama pants.
Bakugo was the one to pull away, perhaps also with the tug on the back of his
collar by Todoroki.
Midoriya still leaned against the wall, his mind reeling as he tried to blink
the mental fog in his mind.
“This better tell you what we mean by ‘like’ you shitty nerd,” Bakugo muttered
before him, wiping his mouth of a stray line of drool.
“Which one do you choose, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, his face showing
seriousness and Bakugo gave a fierce look at the boy as well.
Midoriya’s eyes looked between the two, opening his mouth but nothing came out.
“I . . . I-I still can’t choose one of you.” The boy muttered, guilt filling
his eyes. “I-It’s like if I chose one, it wouldn’t feel right to not have the
other.”
Bakugo began to shout, pointing at Todoroki, “How the hell do you think I’m
equal to-”
But Todoroki interrupted him, to the visible outrage of Bakugo, “If you  really
can’t choose between us, then there’s only one thing to do.”
Bakugo, who would usually say something snarky back at Todoroki gave the boy a
glare, seeming to understand something Midoriya did not.
Bakugo closed the distance between him and Midoriya first, kissing the boy just
as he did earlier, perhaps with less urgency though yet his lips were still
hash as if trying to devour him.
Midoriya felt a shiver coursed down his spine, causing goosebumps to grow on
his arms and neck as slightly chapped lips encircled and played with his own.
The taller boy’s hands coming to hold Midoriya’s chin in place while the other
rested on his jaw and pulling him to his chest.
His tongue licked the outside of Midoriya’s mouth, asking for him to allow him
in. And Midoriya could only manage a whine at the back of his throat as he
opened his lips obediently. Just as Bakugo’s tongue began to make smooth
motions around the interior of Midoriya’s, there was then a separate pair of
hands sliding under his shirt at his waist. Midoriya felt himself stiffen, half
confused as for why there were another two hands touching him where the first
two were tugging him to Bakugo’s chest.
But his question was answered by the sound of Todoroki ‘shh’ing him
comfortingly. Todoroki’s hands were soft, completely uncalloused and one
slightly warmer than the other. Quite different from the hands at his chin and
jaw, the fingertips roughened and the hands larger, the palms hot.
Todoroki kissed at Midoriya’s nape, his lips cool against Midoriya burning
skin, which was always prone to warming when embarrassed, or aroused in this
case.
The boy behind Midoriya had already slid up his chest under his shirt. The
fingertips caressing of the deep muscle of Midoriya’s stomach and then chest.
Todoroki’s fingers easily finding the boy’s nipples and to his utter
satisfaction, they were hard.
“Do you like this Midoriya?” Todoroki whispered, pecking around the nape of
Midoriya’s shoulder. “Do you like how both of use are touching you at once?”
The boy could only manage a small grunt at the back of his throat, his mouth
occupied to give him a verbal answer.
Bakugo let out a snigger, pulling his lips from Midoriya’s with a gasp. A smirk
wide on his face as he remarked, “I bet you’ve wanted this, huh? I bet you got
off on something like this, am I right, shitty perv?”
Midoriya let out a whimper, a shiver coursing down his spine when Todoroki’s
index and thumbs on both hands squeezed his nipples lightly, causing Midoriya
to let out a soft moan.
Bakugo caught Todoroki’s eyes, and with a slight tilt of the head, he said,
“Take him to the bed.”
Although Todoroki had the urge to disobey just out of the fun of watching
Bakugo get angry while being half hard. But he went along with it, kissing
Midoriya’s cheek before guiding him from his waist further into the dorm room.
Midoriya was obedient, although he was struggling to stay upright what with his
knees half buckling every time he took a step, but with Todoroki holding him up
he did not fall to the floor.
Todoroki sat on the bed first, leaning against the backboard of the bed for
support as he pulled Midoriya to sit in front of him, the smaller boy leaning
into his chest. Bakugo climbs on after that, ordering the two to strip.
Midoriya obeyed to some degree, taking off his shirt and pants, with a bit of
help from Bakugo. But he stopped at his boxers, his hands covering the obvious.
“What, are you gonna quit now?” Bakugo said, a glare growing on his face. “It’s
a bit shitty of you to wimp out now when you didn’t say anything before.”
“N-No . . .” Midoriya muttered, averting his eyes to look at the bed and sheets
instead. “I-It’s just embarrassing.” The second part was barely a whisper, but
both boys seem to understand it.
Todoroki started, his hands tentatively placing on Midoriya’s hips as he said,
“Don’t push yourself Midoriya, we can always stop and-”
“But that’s not what he wants, you half and half idiot.” Bakugo spat, crawling
on his knees until he was in between Midoriya’s legs, which he had pushed open.
“He wants it like this, he’s just a wimp.” His smirk was small but sharp as he
reached a hand to pull Midoriya’s own away from his crotch. “After all, he’s
just embarrassed that he got hard from all of this.”
It was the truth. As Midoriya’s underwear was tented and twitching, nearly
completely erect just from being kissed and lightly touched.
Todoroki looked to Midoriya, whose face, if possible, was even a redder hue
than before. “Do you like this? Us fighting over you and touching you?” His
hands began to stroke up and down Midoriya’s sides.
“I-I . . .” Midoriya mustered, his eyes darting to not look at either of the
boys. He didn’t answer with words, but nodded, moving his hand over his face in
an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
Bakugo let out a snigger, his roughed fingers touching and drawing a line up
Midoriya’s inner thigh. But stopped, “D’you have some sort of lube, Deku?”
Bakugo asked.
“I-In my draw, I have um . . . S-Some lotion.” Midoriya muttered. Indicating to
his dresser next to his desk.
Bakugo looked to Todoroki, indicating with his head to get the lotion. But
Todoroki gave him a look, he was after all positioned with Midoriya on his lap,
it would be much easier for Bakugo to get it. Which the blonde finally did, but
only after shooting daggers at Todoroki and clicking his tongue, climbing off
the bed to rummage through Midoriya’s drawer.
Todoroki did not get a lot of time to enjoy Midoriya alone, however, as Bakugo
soon came back, climbing onto the bed to settle down at the other end of the
bed, back in between Midoriya’s legs.
Bakugo dropped the lotion beside him for a moment, his eyes glittering bright
red as he leaned over Midoriya, leaning in to press his lips again to
Midoriya’s.
Todoroki may have been annoyed by the gesture or did not care. Either way, he
allowed Bakugo to do as he pleases, at least for now.
Bakugo’s lips were opposite to Todoroki’s, slightly chapped. The actions behind
them as well were a stark contrast. Harsh, rough and every time their lips slid
away from each other he did not give Midoriya a millisecond to breathe,
clashing back on his own.
Midoriya could not choose between them, they were both so good. So nice.
All the while, the blonde’s hands were sliding down the sides of Midoriya’s
waist, not taking long before the fingers reached his crotch, where he gave a
soft taunting squeeze. Making Midoriya stiffen and inhale harshly through his
nose.
The touch did not last for long as the hand disappeared in seconds, going back
to the waistband of his underwear to suddenly tugged the fabric down.
Midoriya’s cock sprung free, fully erect but not to the point of glistening
with precum just yet. None of the boy’s seemed to pay attention to this,
although Midoriya did let out a sigh of relief from being free of the
restriction. Bakugo’s fingertips then slid down Midoriya’s inner thighs
squeezing the skin, encouraging him to open his legs wider. Midoriya obeyed,
widening his legs apart as much as possible. All the while, Todoroki kissed and
bit at Midoriya’s neck, tickling his neck with his breaths.
Bakugo pulled away from Midoriya’s lips, although Midoriya whined pathetically
at the loss, getting the bottle of lube he threw away earlier and poured some
of it in his hand.
Todoroki did not take back Midoriya’s mouth but rather continued to pepper his
neck and shoulders with marks and kisses. Perhaps letting Midoriya watch Bakugo
or perhaps he had not noticed the blonde had stopped kissing him.
Midoriya watched as Bakugo covered himself with the substance, making sure his
hands were practically dripping with it before he moved his hand to Midoriya
again.
Although Midoriya was hoping for the hand to touch his cock first, the
glistening hand skipped it, only brushing against his balls to cover the
entrance below it with lotion. His index finger pressed into his ass, not much
of a warning of it.
Midoriya let out a wince at this, stiffening as he felt the foreign finger sink
inside him. It was not painful, but rather just causing a bit of discomfort.
But he did not seem bothered by it for long, as Bakugo found a spot that made
Midoriya shiver every time he pressed it rather quickly.
Bakugo may have relished in seeing this, perhaps taunt the boy further and mock
him but he could feel his own cock pulsating and with Todoroki’s eyes sharply
glaring to continue he reluctantly obeyed.
Todoroki was not much better. Midoriya’s back was against his chest and his
lower abdomen would occasionally brush on his own erect cock. And against his
tongue, he could taste Midoriya’s budding sweat, salty on his tongue.
Bakugo’s finger was completely inside, curling in a satisfying direction which
pressed at a spot which Midoriya extremely enjoyed. But it was not long before
he was pressing a second finger in, then a third.
Bakugo’s smirk was aching, he could not help it. It was arousing. Thinking
that, with this reaction form only his fingers, it was invigorating to think of
what Midoriya would be like with something else.
“You really like it, don’t you?” Bakugo said, his voice uneven. “You like it,
don’t you Deku? You like me fingering your ass right? Hm?”
Todoroki was opening his mouth to object, to tell the blonde off for insulting
him, but Midoriya nodded. And with heavy breaths, he muttered, “Y-Yeah . . . I-
I do.”
Bakugo could not help but snigger again, spreading his three fingers outwards
and stretching Midoriya’s walls, making the small boy keen.
Bakugo’s fingers were now not so much to satisfy but to prepare, although
occasionally touching the prostate, he was more intent on stretching Midoriya.
But it did not seem to get any less satisfying.
Bakugo’s eyes caught onto Midoriya’s dick, which was now glistening with
precum, seeping from the slit and slowly dripping down the boy’s length.
“I think he’s ready now Bakugo,” Todoroki said, kissing behind Midoriya’s ear
comfortingly when a long whine came from the small boy.
Bakugo slowly slid his fingers out, a low grin on his lips as he wrapped his
hand around his own cock and motioned to insert into Midoriya.
Todoroki caught on, glaring at Bakugo. “I’m going to do that first.” Gesturing
to where Bakugo was lining up with Midoriya’s entrance.
Bakugo let out a fake laugh, “Bullshit you are.”
Todoroki gave him a glaring look, “It’s only fair I get to be the one to do it
first-”
“Who’s the one who’s been fingering him for the past few minutes, huh?” Bakugo
snapped, “All you’ve done is made out with him.”
“Yes well-”
“Beside you got to kiss him first, it’s only fair-”
“But you kissed him straight after, so it barely counts.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue, turning to look at Midoriya. Who was only just
seeming to understand what was going on, surely too turned on and aroused to be
completely there. “Deku, you choose then.”
Midoriya let out a small moan, shuffling slightly on the bed. He could feel his
cock pulsing, yearning for attention and touch. “I-I don’t . . . want one.” He
muttered.
Todoroki frowned, “Midoriya if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, it
will hurt a lot.”
“Besides, I don’t want my dick touching this-”
“I w-want both.” Midoriya pathetically muttered, wiggling on the bed as if his
body was aching for it. “P-Please . . .”
Bakugo reluctantly looked to Todoroki, his nose still scrunched in angry
disapproval, but then darted back to look at Midoriya. “Fine. But don’t go
complaining that it hurts, alright?”
Midoriya nodded, managing a small smile. “O-Ok.”
With that Todoroki tugged Bakugo to sit upright, kissing along Midoriya’s neck
as he whispered, “You’ll sit on my lap, ok? I’ll put it in but we’ll have to
take it slow.”
 The smaller boy nodded, swallowing in his mouth as slowly got to his knees.
“You’ll have to face me Midoriya.”
He nodded again, hesitantly turning around, placing his hands on either of
Todoroki’s shoulders. He then crawled onto Todoroki’s lap.
Todoroki swallowed, trying not to get too excited by the sight of a cautious
and aroused Midoriya swaying above him, to weak to sit straight. His hand
caressed Midoriya’s upper thigh, squeezing it gently, while his other touched
his own cock, holding it in place as he said, “Slowly go down.”
Bakugo could only watch as Midoriya lower himself, Todoroki positioning himself
at Midoriya’s entrance before his hand moved to his hip to help guide him
slowly down.
Midoriya winced, stiffening as Todoroki’s head pressed through and past the
entrance, stretching slightly inside him.
“Does it hurt? We can stop Midoriya, don’t worry just-”
Midoriya shook his head, biting the inside of his lip. And although his eyes
were half out of focused, and his mouth was open to let out soft pants, he
continued downwards.
It was not much of a struggle after Todoroki’s head was in, and slowly,
Midoriya managed to fully sheath Todoroki within him. Letting out a small groan
as he did so, his eyes looking down to where he was connected.
“Alright,” Todoroki sighed, looking over Midoriya’s shoulder to look at Bakugo,
who until now had been impatiently waiting, glaring daggers at the two of them.
“I think he’s ready.”
“Fucking finally,” Bakugo muttered, moving towards them. “Took you long enough,
half-n-half bastard.”
Todoroki only let out a grunt, looking back to Midoriya. “You’ll be ok?”
The boy nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves which were still going
wild. “Y-Yeah.”
There were then Bakugo’s rough hands on Midoriya’s ass, squeezing them in the
palms of the blonde boy’s hands. Squeezing them together and spreading them,
making the inside mock the same movements, causing Midoriya and Todoroki to let
in deep breaths.
“You’re such a perv, Deku.” Bakugo taunted, pressing his cock into Midoriya’s
hole, his fingers tugging his cheeks apart for more leeway.
It took a few moments but Bakugo soon found himself sliding in. Shivering
innately at how much of a squeeze it was, not too unlike Todoroki who let out a
low groan. They could feel it, the entrance tighten as if squeezing to keep the
pumping blood in their cocks.
It was painful, but for some reason it was not a bother. More rather the sheer
image and feel of both Bakugo and Todoroki’s dicks inside Midoriya were
absolutely arousing to think about.
He could feel his cock acing, the blood pumping to his tip and he could feel
more precum drip from the tip. God, it felt so good, being filled with the two
boys.
It only got better, as Midoriya became more comfortable with the pain, the
further Bakugo could press into him. And although it took longer than Todoroki,
he soon ended up at the base in enough time, although it felt like an eternity
to all three.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Bakugo swore, rolling his head back on his shoulders as he was
delighted by the restriction and the squeezing of Midoriya’s inner walls.
Without warning, Bakugo started to move, his hands on both of Midoriya’s thighs
to balance him and keep him in position, he pulled out, rubbing against
Todoroki as he did.
“W-What are you doing Bakugo?” Todoroki said with a gasp and moan.
“Fucking  . . . of course,” Bakugo smirked widely, stiffening as he stopped
half unsheathed. “What? You’d expect me to just cum like that?”
Bakugo then pressed back in hard, making Midoriya moan and shiver.
“We should wait-”
“Don’t you wanna fuck him too?” Bakugo interrupted, following the same motion
as before, “Come on, s-stop being a fucking pussy.”
Todoroki frowned, failing to keep that expression for long as Bakugo pressed
back in again. Making the scarred boy let out a louder grunt. He was going
quicker, he was starting a pace.
Todoroki leaned to kiss Midoriya’s cheek, whispering something that Midoriya
could not quite hear but sounded along the lines of, “Forgive me, Midoriya.”
Before the smaller boy felt the hands at his waist tug him upwards, lifting
Midoriya up at a slight angle, tilting him slightly forwards. But before
Midoriya could ask a question, although he doubted he could manage it, Todoroki
was pulling him back down thrusting into him with the help of gravity.
Now both Todoroki and Bakugo were moving, Bakugo doing most of the motion but
Todoroki still has some way to have Midoriya sort of ride him as he went.
Midoriya being fucked at two different angles was odd, pleasuring in every way,
but still odd. He could feel where the heads hit his walls, in which was they
stretch him, and how deep they went.
“Fuck . . . I can already feel like cumming.” Bakugo muttered, nipping at
Midoriya’s shoulder at a partly blank piece of skin that had not been marked by
Todoroki.
“Midoriya,” Todoroki whispered, pecking messy kisses along Midoriya’s forehead
and cheeks. “You’re so good, Midoriya. So good.” The boy’s voice was soft,
faulting with each thrust. Midoriya could feel himself twitching, aching at
each time the boy said his name.
Bakugo’s, on the other hand, was vicious and spiteful, insulting and dirty. But
Midoriya could feel his ass tighten at each swear and dirty thing Bakugo said,
every taunt and tease.
Both of them seemed to know this, both seemed to know that what they were
saying was only getting Midoriya closer and closer, even with the satisfying
cocks fucking his insides. They then soon never stopped, and even as they
neared climax, with their paces shortening and their depth shallowing, their
either encouragement or discouraging comments still seemed to flood from both
of the boy's mouth.
“M-Midroiya,” Todoroki’s voice was a whine, his eyes out of focused and his
mouth half open as he bore into Midoriya’s eyes. “Y-Your so good, so tight. Ah-
you’re so good, Midoriya. I-I always wanted this. I-It’s like a dream,
Midoriya. Ah- I-I hope you thought something like this too. I-I hope t-this is
so much better t-than any dream. Oh god, I-I’m close, Midoriya.” Todoroki’s
voice was background noise, but yet nearing Midoriya closer and closer with
each compliment and each time his voice said his name.
“Fuck Deku, your so tight. F-Fuck your virgin ass is so tight. We’re stretching
you out, you shitty nerd.” Bakugo was relishing, watching Midoriya’s hole
stretch and clench around the two cocks inside him. Relishing at how much the
boy moaned and groaned. “You such a . . . A fucking pervert, like, having your
shitty first time like t-this?” Bakugo’s voice was right in Midoriya’s ear, the
words filled with venom and spite. “F-Fuck, your fucking virgin ass is fucking
tight, shit.” His voice soon fading into only colourful swearwords as he came
to his limit.
Midoriya could not tell which one came first or second, but it would have been
a photo finish. With both of the boy’s clenching at Midoriya’s body with their
hands, their voices gasping her name, their cocks stretching him. It was all so
good. So much so that as he felt both boys cum shoot into him, swirling inside
he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his head rolling on its
shoulders and his fingers clench on Todoroki’s shoulders as he came as soon
after. The sticky white ropes landing on his and Todoroki’s chest and stomachs.
End Notes
     I could not think of a suitable ending . . . so this shall suffice.
     Todoroki and Bakugo definutly argued afterwards about who came first
     (by the milisecond)
     I wanna do some more truth or dare with the gang, (definetly one with
     on Jiro sitting on Momo’s lap) so if anyone has any ideas I’d love to
     hear them.
     If you want to request something, you can do it by contacting me
     through twitter or tumblr @BluKrown
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