Meme Carryovers

[numbertwohero]

//for when the posts overfloweth.//

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[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.]