Meme Carryovers

[numbertwohero]

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[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.]