Meme Carryovers

[numbertwohero]

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[pridexplosion]

[in his arms, shoto feels like a damn prize all for himself. his classmate fits so nicely there, as if he was made just for bakugou. it's a possessive thought, but he doesn't care. he's already told shoto he wanted no one to take what belonged to him. this was his and his alone.]

Yeah? Keep making demands like that and maybe I'll give you what you want.

[the words are practically purred, but fuck, he likes to hear shoto come undone like this. shoto's legs and arms squeezing around him earn a long groan, and fuck, if their pants weren't in the way, he'd selfishly be jerking both of them off right then. however, that's not what he wants. no. he wants more. he wants to have this body completely for himself. he wants to feel shoto all around him, for those slick walls to pull him in tight with each thrust.

he likes the noises he's pulling from shoto, even if he knows the two-toned haired hero was biting them off. fucker. it only means he would need to keep trying, keep forcing out more. while they can't be too loud, that didn't mean he would settle for quiet, soft sounds. it's fine. it's just another challenge. the grind quickly earns one from bakugou in return, but it's that vocal response that fucking drives bakugou up a damn wall.

shoto never sounded so damn arousing.

he meets the claim between their lips, kissing back rough and passionate. this sort of dance he can do without thinking, nipping and licking at shoto's bottom lip, demanding for entrance. as his lips remain busy, he begins to move his hands down, balancing shoto with his own body and the wall to keep him pinned in place. bakugou's fingers begin to pull at shoto's pants, the button popping open, the zipper sliding down. if he wanted to remove shoto's pants all the way, he would need to place the other down onto the ground. however, bakugou is too fucking gone to do that, so he moves them halfway down shoto's thighs to bunch up, just enough to get to shoto's ass and cock.

the other unfortunate part is the subject of the lube, where it's hidden beneath his pillow on his bed. fuck. he can't stop. he wants this too much to stop. with a low growl, bakugou breaks off the kiss, bringing up his right hand in order to press his fingertips to shoto's lips. he has enough sweat in his palms that could act as lubricant, but it's better to be safe. he doesn't want to hurt shoto. too much.]

Open your mouth, Shoto.

[numbertwohero]

Maybe? I said I want you to fuck me. Don't act like you don't want it, too.

[the words are barely breathed, distracted as he is, broken with small noises and moans, and obviously there's no maybe about it. there's definitely no maybe in that groan that escapes bakugou, no maybe in the way he grinds back, pinning shoto to the wall with his body. there's no maybe about what's happening next. he wants bakugou, wants to feel him deep inside, wants that combination of pain and pleasure and the feeling of being truly and completely owned. he wants to belong, and he belongs right here more than he's ever belonged anywhere else. maybe he'll never say it out loud, but it's true. and there's ways to say it without words.

bakugou's mouth on his is demanding, and shoto's lips part without a word, tongue licking into the other's mouth, tasting, devouring as his own hands wander, using his legs and the other's leverage to keep himself steady as he tugs at bakugou's shirt. he wants bare skin, he wants contact, he wants, he wants. he's made of nothing but want, another half-voiced moan escaping him as his classmate yanks his pants down as far as he can without breaking their current entanglement. he's breathing heavily as bakugou growls and breaks off that kiss, giving him his chance to get that shirt off, his lips chasing after for a moment until he feels the press of those fingertips.

pausing for just a second, he looks at bakugou for a long moment. just long enough for him to see shoto considering, to see the question of defiance--and then his lips part and he slowly takes bakugou's fingers into his mouth, all the way down, a very deliberately suggestive gesture. he'll show him maybe.]

[pridexplosion]

[it's a complete and utter pleasure to watch shoto react to him. it makes bakugou's pride swell, his ego larger than it already was. the fact that he has this powerful quirk user up against him, demanding attention, wanting him and only him, it's enough to drown bakugou in unabashed desire. it's perhaps a bad combination, one that would threaten the both of them in the end, but fuck if it doesn't feel good. at that very second, bakugou feels like he's getting a taste of the food of the gods, that he's devouring what shouldn't be touched when he's very well touched this body before.

and like a starved man, he desires to eat more.

the hesitated second that shoto takes is enough for bakugou to almost consider fucking shoto without proper preparation. he doesn't want to hurt shoto too much, as entertaining as it would be to push those buttons. however, as much as he takes pleasure in leaving marks and testing shoto's limits of pain, fucking dryly was an absolute foolish idea. of course, fucking with what nitroglycerin has come to settle on his palms so far, well, that's another story. he could very well use that as lubricant if he wanted to be a total dick about it.

bakugou is about to growl at the show of defiance, about to gather what nitroglycerin he has on his palm and fuck the disobedience right out of shoto with his fingers, but, thankfully or not, those lips are parting, and shoto is making a fucking show of taking his fingers into his mouth. it's a damn tease is what it is. a demonstration. all bakugou can think in his aroused-drunk mind is how he wished those lips weren't sucking down his hand, but something else entirely. bakugou snorts, shoots a harmless glare as his fingers spread in the moist cavern, trying to get the digits wetter in a quicker manner.]

Keep it up, half and half. I have no problem putting you down to fuck your mouth instead.

[it's an empty threat. as much as he wants to entertain the thought of those lips wrapped around his cock, bakugou was pretty dead-set on getting himself buried in shoto's heat.]

[numbertwohero]

[maybe it is a bad combination. after all, none of their classmates would ever believe it could happen. true, they're two of the strongest quirk users at UA, not to mention in their class, only izuku coming close, but their personalities alone would make most people look twice. but when you look closer...well. maybe they are a self-destructive pairing. maybe between bakugou's explosive nature and todoroki's hot-and-cold mood swings, between their obsessive natures, it's a terrible idea. but maybe they're also the only people intense enough to not be completely consumed by the other.

whatever it is, shoto definitely isn't going to stop any time soon. he's too selfish, too greedy for any of that. he craves this too much, and he's not giving it up until he's forced to, and maybe not even then. not until bakugou makes him, and they see where that goes, don't they?

bakugou glares at him as he takes those fingers into his mouth, but it's fine. shoto can see the desire behind that look, and he can't help the way he smirks around the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around those digits. when they're finally wet enough, slickly coated with saliva, he pulls back just as slowly, and there's a heat in his mismatched eyes that's got nothing to do with his quirk.]

You could. Thought you had something else in mind, though. Gonna disappoint me?

[his hips rock forward again suggestively, digging his fingernails into the bare skin of bakugou's shoulders. a tease? yeah, he can be. especially when he knows it'll get him what he wants: bakugou not holding back.]

[pridexplosion]

[honestly, the scene is enticing to say the least, leaving bakugou's baggy pants far too tight suddenly. he could adjust himself, but he doesn't want to pull away and lose any second of the show shoto is putting on for him. his eyes are glistened in lust no doubt, narrowed and intensely staring at shoto, never once wavering. the desire to act on his words is there, but he has to put an end to that temptation.

there would be plenty more time to utilize that damn alluring mouth. plenty more.

thankfully, before bakugou could lose control of his patience, shoto takes that second to pull away. bakugou doesn't waste any more time as he drags his hand down, adjusting it beneath shoto's body, fingers finding the tight, puckered entrance there.]

As if I would. [he answers back in a hot whisper, grinding his hips forward to match the thrust shoto gives him.] I'll just have to discipline you in another way.

[his fingers circle the hole teasingly for a few seconds before a single digit begins to press inside. it's tight. it's hot. the combination is enough to force out a low groan from bakugou. fuck. this heat is familiar, and it now belonged only to him. he's maybe a little patient with this, but eventually, he can't resist the temptation to sink his finger in further, giving testing, long thrusts.]

[numbertwohero]

[honestly, he loves the way bakugou looks at him. he watches, unblinking and unwavering, and shoto knows exactly what his little show is doing from the look in his eyes and the feeling of bakugou's arousal firm against the front of his body. it's all because of him, and that gives him so much satisfaction it's almost unreal. there's not much he wouldn't do for that attention, to have all of that focus directed entirely at him. he'd talk shit about it, of course, push back, but if bakugou put him down right now he'd absolutely sink to his knees and take him into his mouth, just for those eyes and the sounds he knows bakugou makes.

the word discipline makes something inside him go warm and liquid, make his cock twitch, and maybe it shouldn't, but damned if he isn't immensely invested in the idea. better to make sure he's earned it, right?]

You're a smart boy, you'll figure something out.

[his voice is breathy, and the words end in a catch as that finger presses at his entrance, forcing its way inside slowly. shoto hisses a breath in, biting his lower lip as he fights the urge to tense up. that groan from bakugou helps, and shoto's hands frame his face as he leans in, pressing his forehead against his classmate's with a whimper. he's more patient than he could be, than he has been before, shoto knows. he doesn't think about what that means, just the inevitable correlation: he trusts bakugou. with all of this. and so by inches he relaxes into that invading digit, until he's moaning with every long thrust, pressing down against bakugou's hand. he wants more. he doesn't want to be patient. maybe this is its own special kind of torture.]