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The Rom-Com Equation

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Bakugou woke up to walls of gray, and a luxurious King-sized bed that was definitely not his. Sitting up, he felt an unfamiliar pain on his back side so his reflexes immediately told his hand to hold his lower back. He looked down to find a familiar mop of dual-toned hair and that’s when the dread started to settle. He almost wanted to shout at the other man but he wasn’t in the right mind to argue yet. For now, he had to rush to the bathroom because he definitely felt something cold and wet in his ass.

Bakugou turned on the shower and put gas hands against the marble walls, as if still trying to contemplate the authenticity of the whole situation. Upon the strange leaking feeling of liquid going out his asshole, he shuddered. He used one finger to open up his hole while the other went in to scoop out the sticky fluid inside him. He winced at the intrusion but decided against stopping. The faster he finished, the faster he could leave.

Bakugou took a deep breath and tried to dig deeper. He winced. He felt really sore....Maybe he’ll just have to pause for a moment before deciding to continue with the whole clean out process.

Unfortunately for Bakugou, his bed partner woke up at the worst time possible and barged in the worst time possible. His fingers was still stretching out his puckered hole while one hand was on the wall trying to keep him steady.

Seeing the attractive man’s face made Bakugou’s face contort into anger, “What the fuck do you want?”

Todoroki made no effort to talk and instead, picked up the shorter blonde with ease. Bakugou punched the hard chest of Todoroki, but didn’t succeed in even eliciting any form of reaction.

With both his hands on Bakugou’s ass for support, Todoroki roughly spread Bakugou’s hole and caused the latter to wrap his legs tight around Todoroki. Without warning, the taller man thrust half of his hard organ into Bakugou.

Bakugou whimpered. He felt so sore and stretched out. He wrapped his arms tighter around Todoroki’s neck as the latter continued the rough pace of thrusting in and out, pushing his dick deeper into Bakugou’s tight heat. Bakugou couldn’t even bring himself to shout profanities at Todoroki when he couldn’t help half the embarrassing sounds that came out of his mouth.

“T-t-odor-oki, s-stop!”

Todoroki thrust into Bakugou as deep as he can for the time being, and leaned close to push the blonde man to the wall and whispered, “I’m just a little over halfway inside you. I’m easing myself into your tight hole. Now if you don’t want that, I can always just push myself into you deep and fast.”

Bakugou seemed to have found some courage despite being shaken by the harsh and low tone of Todoroki, “Yeah right, you won’t do it. Because you’re a cowardly loser!”

Wrong move.

Todoroki immediately had his hands tight on Bakugou’s ass cheeks as he manhandled him to forcibly take on the entirety of Todoroki’s dick. Bakugou let out another gasp when the other man made the effort to keep himself buried deep to the hilt inside the blonde man. Todoroki pulled Bakugou closer, “you were saying?”

“You pervert!”

Todoroki traced the outline of his dick on Bakugou’s stomach, “I still win.”

Bakugou was trembling, “is this to get back at me for high school? You spineless bastard!”

“High school? Oh yeah, this is for all those boners you never helped me through. It’s just payback.”

Todoroki slowly lifted the blonde man’s trembling form and let go, letting Bakugou slam into the hard organ in a swift motion. Tears started to form in Bakugou’s eyes. The blonde man buried his face of Todoroki’s shoulder to hide the embarrassing expression he had on.

“I’m gonna kill you for this,”

“You’re already gonna kill me even without this.”

Chapter Text

The early 2000s Romantic Comedy Equation was quite simple, and was almost tied down to a science. Old rom-com classics that usually built up on a conventionally attractive blonde girl, with a tie of very questionable life decisions at a very young age.

The idea, in his literature professor’s words, was just very simple. Test film cliches that have been recurrent in film for the past twenty years or so. It wasn’t required work, but being the overachiever that Bakugou was, he still considered this as a required output.

He wasn’t exactly sure where he messed up, or what he miscalculated. In fact, he wasn’t even sure how he ended up face down and ass up on a stranger’s bed as the other man took his sweet time to tease his hole with a finger. Thankfully, this gave him time to think, breathe, and construct a plan to get out of this mess.

Unfortunately for him, it seems as if there was probably no way out of this arrangement without getting defiled.

How long have we even been ‘going out’, Bakugou thought as he slammed his head into the pillow. A gesture which the taller man behind probably interpreted as pleasure.

Bakugou gazed at nothing in particular, thinking: Can I ‘break his heart’ now? Cause he definitely broke my ass.

“Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Not if you keep making those sounds,”

“What soun-nghh,” Bakugou’s shout dissolved into a moan as Todoroki pushed another finger without warning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Wow, real clever.

“Todoroki-kun isn’t a stranger,”

“That wasn’t the point.”

“Well, I think you’re in love with Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya concluded, “Also, I don’t think this is what Mr. Aizawa really had in mind when he gave out the extra credit work.”

“Shut up, shitty nerd.”

Midoriya frowned at the remark and crossed his arms as he stood in front of the blonde man, firm with his stature, “Kacchan, what’s wrong?”

Bakugou, not looking in front of him, kept his pace until he felt his down-turned head hit something hard. He looked up to see the unpleasant expression on Midoriya’s face, “What do you want now?”

“Are you okay?”

“What the fuck, Deku? What are--,” Bakugou’s sentence was cut when the green-haired man suddenly manhandled him on his shoulder, “What the fuck?! Just because you beefed up with college doesn’t give you the right to just do this shit.”

Bakugou struggled against the grip, but Midoriya stayed firm in his hold as he walked through the corridors of the building. Fortunately for Bakugou, it was 7 in the morning, and classes start at 8 AM so there were little to no witnesses of him being disgraced.

Midoriya paused his stride for a second. This gave Bakugou the chance to get down from his friend’s shoulder but Midoriya had the initiative to do it before him. The blonde man was about to give his friend a thorough shouting when he felt hand pull him away by the shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou turned around and found himself looking into mismatched eyes with an unreadable expression.

Midoriya raised his hands in surrender, “I’m gonna let you guys talk this through. See you around, Kacchan!”

Bakugou was confused for a split second, until he was brought to a moment of clarity that it didn’t matter what the situation meant. He just really needed to get out of there immediately.

Yet again, a firm grip stopped him from escape, “Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt a shiver run down his spine. Shit . When did the half and half bastard start having this effect on me?

“What do you want?”

Todoroki pressed his lips in a line, as if contemplating what to say, “Come with me.”

The dual-haired man pulled Bakugou with him towards an empty classroom and locked the door. He stood in front of the door and crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but void of the indifference it usually held, “Who was that?”

“What’s it mean to you?”

“Katsuki,” Todoroki repeated the same, as if it was a command.

“What’s your problem? And it’s none of your business.”

Todoroki gritted his teeth and pulled Bakugou towards him, sealing the distance between them with a kiss. Bakugou, pushed the taller man away from him; to which the latter retaliated with grabbing the blonde man’s ass in a rough grip.

Bakugou gasped at the action, leaving Todoroki with an opening as he deepened the kiss and groped Bakugou’s ass aggressively. Realizing the mismatch in strength, Bakugou pulled away from the other man, but Todoroki was adamant on continuing what they started.

“Not here, you dumbass.”

“I don’t know why, but the more you struggle; the harder it is to resist.”

“I don’t even get your logic but just get the fuck away from me.”

Todoroki tilted his head, “Maybe if you asked nicely, I can reconsider.”

“Kindly get the fuck away from me.”

Todoroki pushed Bakugou down on the floor, the latter’s hands pinned by Todoroki’s own, “Maybe if you’d get down on your knees and sucked my dick, I’d reconsider.”

“You’re a sick fuck.”

Todoroki grabbed Bakugou’s half-hard dick. Todoroki retorted, “But you like this sick fuck.”

“Sadistic bastard,” Bakugou grunted.

“Katsuki, are you okay?”

“Don’t!” Bakugou screamed at the half and half bastard, careful not to fall as his legs were starting to give up on him but no, he wasn’t gonna give in. He was gonna make it out of Todoroki’s room no matter the— oops.

Bakugou’s legs finally gave out. Fortunately for him, Todoroki had been shadowing the shorter man ever since he stood up from the bed and acted out in defiance.

“Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

“But if I don’t, you’ll fall.”

“Shut up!”

True to his word, Todoroki shut his mouth and only stared at the blonde man with an unidentifiable gaze. Bakugou felt a vein pop at the irritating gesture, “What the fuck, you loser.”

Bakugou was about to continue talking but Todoroki repositioned Bakugou to the latter wrapping his legs around Todoroki as the taller man pinned him on the wall. Bakugou let out an involuntary gasp, making an opening for Todoroki to capture the light-haired man’s lips in a passionate kiss.

Todoroki pressed his growing erection on Bakugou’s bare ass as he continued his ministrations. Bakugou wanted to push the taller man away from him but, in fear of falling from this position and landing on his ass, couldn’t move his arms that were wrapped around Todoroki’s neck.

“You’re still loose, aren’t you?”

“I told you I’m done for tonight!”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

“The fuck you are,”

Without warning, Todoroki’s hands rested on Bakugou’s ass as he spread it wide open to accommodate his girth. Traces of the copulation from earlier fell out, causing Bakugou to involuntary shiver. Todoroki took this opportunity to swiftly thrust in half his thick girth, so as not to prolong the agony. Bakugou let out a small whimper that he had to suppress by biting his lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” Todoroki whispered directly into Bakugou’s ears, “when I drill my fat cock into your tight hole.”

Bakugou could feel the flush of red building up. His arms had also started to falter from the stimulation. Todoroki noticed this, but still continued, “You’re still so tight after doing it for so long.”

Todoroki pressed small kisses tracing down Bakugou’s neck as he thrust himself deeper into the trembling blonde in his arms, “You like it rough, don’t you?”

Bakugou, barely registering the question, shook his head, “Shouto, I’m— what the fuck, why are you getting bigger?!”

Todoroki bit Bakugou’s neck and spread the other man’s legs wider as he carried him to the sofa where Todoroki sat with Bakugou.

“Todoroki-kun must be in love with you.”

“I don’t even know if I wanna do this anymore,” Bakugou remarked offhandedly, oddly calm.

Midoriya crosses his arms and commented, “you’ve also looked prettier these past few days.”

“What the fuck, Deku?”

“Oh good, you’re still there. But I wasn’t kidding when I said you’ve been more attractive these days.”

“If you say one more word,”

“It must be the sex,”

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking squirt.”

“Well, you are shorter than me now, Kacchan. So if anyone’s the ‘squirt’, it’s..”

“Don’t finish that sentence,”

“Anyway, back to the topic: so you told him no sex for a week?”

“We are not talking about this,” Bakugou shouted, clearing out his things and walking away from the green-haired man.

Midoriya smiled at the reaction, chose to ignore the hint and followed his friend out the room. Bakugou continued his pace, not noticing his green-haired companion tailing him stealthily.

“It’s good you could make it.”

“I’m mostly here in hopes of lifting that one week ban.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the honest response, “Figures.”

“So we met up today because I wanted to lay down some ground rules.”

“Go on.”

Bakugou looked surprised at the calmness of the response but decided to continue nonetheless, “Okay, so if we’re going to make this arrangement work; we have to make compromises.”

Todoroki makes a thoughtful face, and nods, “So what do you have in mind?”

Bakugou cleared his throat, “Well, first thing we should address is the….uh,” the light haired man trailed off, avoiding Todoroki’s gaze altogether as he thought of a good euphemism for the word.

“The sex?” Todoroki supplied.

Bakugou nodded, “yes! the--I mean, don’t say it out loud. What the fuck? But yes, that!

Todoroki crossed his arms and leaned forward, “What about it?”

“What are you getting all serious about, candy cane hair? Anyway, I think we can both agree that we are having too much sex for two people who have just been acquainted with each other very recently.”

“But we know each other from high school.”


“Also, I disagree at the too much sex.”

“It’s too much sex even for two people who’ve been infected by some sex pollen and have been cursed to fuck for a week!”

“Going into specifics, I see.”

“Anyway,” Bakugou face palmed at the lack of direction the conversation was going, “we need to limit the sex to just once a week.

Todoroki made a terribly displeased face. Bakugou reacted accordingly, “Don’t give me that. We’re college students with a lot of stuff going on for us.”

“That’s exactly the point. We’re college students with a lot of stuff going on for us, that we’ll obviously cram at the last minute because we’re college students. Sex first, Katsuki.”

“Okay, second point: don’t call me by my first name in public!”

“So can I call you Kacchan?”


“But Midoriya calls you Kacchan.”

“How did you even know who he is when you’ve been disgustingly jealous only a week ago.”

“I had to squint real hard to see the similarities between him and your childhood friend. Also, only one person calls you Kacchan.”

“And we’ll keep it at that.”

“Okay, I won’t call you Katsuki if you’ll call me Shouto.”

“No,” Bakugou drew out his reply, “wait, okay, I can call you Shouto...but in private only.”

“So I can also call you Katsuki,” Todoroki felt a tug on the tip of his lips, “in private.”

“Great. What else,” Bakugou drifted off, trying to consider stipulations they can agree on.

“I still don’t agree with sex once a week.”

“Not open for reconsideration.”

“I mean, the least I could do is once a day. The most is….maybe thrice.”

Bakugou shook his head, “Nope, no negotiations here.”

“I’m not gonna sign your contract if that’s so.”

“Who said there was a contract!?”

Todoroki sent Bakugou a flat look and pointed out the pen and paper the explosive teen brought to the meet up. Todoroki spoke the blonde man’s name in an amused tone, “Katsuki.”

“Twice a week, deal?”

Todoroki shrugged, “Twice a day.”

“I’m not a prodigy like you. I actually need time to devote to my studies.”

Todoroki paused to contemplate, “Okay, Once a day.”

“Thrice a week! I can’t do any more than this.”

“We’ve been doing it like….six times a week.”

“You don’t know what I have to deal with after sex.”

“I think do, but you never let me take care of you so I’ll never know better….but, every other day.”

“I,” Bakugou groaned in defeat, “okay, I’ll go with every other day .”

The day ended with not much accomplished, but a temporary four rule contract was established nonetheless:

  1. Sex is only permissible every other day (except for emergency situations that Todoroki didn’t really clarify but it’s somehow considered in the grand scheme of things)
  2. Todoroki can only address Bakugou as “Katsuki” in private, and Bakugou is obliged to call Todoroki “Shouto” in public.
  3. Neither can be inebriated without the other party present.
  4. Bakugou can’t fall in love with Midoriya.



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Was it even worth it? Bakugou groaned, his eyes snapped shut as he willed away the tears threatening to fall. He gripped the white sheets until his knuckles turned into the same color.

Todoroki had been going at a brutal pace for the past three hours, and Bakugou felt too fucked out to even suppress the sounds he’d typically be embarrassed with.

As Todoroki pulled out gradually from inside Bakugou, definitely with the purpose of slamming himself back in go; Bakugou put up his remaining strength to grip at the hand around his waist. This immediately caught the taller man’s attention. Bakugou looked back at Todoroki, his face flushed and eyes incredibly glassy, “S-Shouto, I’m”

Todoroki’s eyes lit up.


“What’s the threshold for too much sex?”

“Once a day?”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, “Oh wait, why did I even ask you?”

Midoriya just smiled sheepishly, “Maybe you should ask Kirishima?”

Bakugou didn’t respond as he sent a look to Midoriya which practically spoke for him, “Really?”

“Uh, alright, not a good idea. Anyway, I never asked you but why Todoroki-kun of all people?”

“I don’t know either.”


“I just woke up halfway through fucking in his bed.”




“We were both drunk.”

Midoriya offered a small smile to Bakugou: a gesture which the fiery blonde didn’t appreciate at all. Bakugou eventually broke the awkward silence, “You don’t have the right to judge me.”

Midoriya raised his hands in defense, “I’m not! I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised about what?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,”

“Don’t take what the wrong way?” Bakugou shouted defensively.

Midoriya smiled sheepishly and looked away from Bakugou’s direction, “Well, you see, it’s still kind of strange for me to think that you’re not as in control as you used to be. It’s also weird for me to deal with the fact that you’re shorter....and smaller...and I can carry you around without,”

Bakugou shook his head and smacked his hand on Midoriya’s mouth, “Okay, point taken. You can stop now.”

“You curse less as well, which is great but also like I said, kind of hard to get my head around.”

Bakugou sighed and clasped his hands, with his elbows resting on the table in between them.

Midoriya took note of the frustrated expression on the blonde man’s face so he chose to look elsewhere. Fortunately for him, he caught sight of a familiar redhead who didn’t appear to be busy as of the moment. Midoriya raised his hand to catch the other man’s attention but this didn’t seem to work at all so he ended up shouting his name, “Kirishima!”

The red-haired man immediately looked around to where the source of the voice was and found a familiar greenette calling his attention. Without hesitation, he walked to Midoriya’s table, “Good call, man. I was just looking for a table myself.”

Midoriya laughed and stood up to greet the other man, “No prob.”

“What’s up? Are you alone?”

Midoriya laughed nervously and directed his gaze towards Bakugou, realizing that he didn’t exactly ask the blonde man if he could usher Kirishima to their table. Kirishima followed Midoriya’s gaze and lit up when he saw the familiar blonde figure moping by the side. Said blonde didn’t seem to notice the presence of another person on the table, so Kirishima took it as his obligation to notify the other man of his presence.

“Yo, Baku-bro! Long time no see!”

“It’s been...a week, shitty hair.”

Kirishima’s eyes turned glassy, “You’ve...been counting”

“No, you idiot, I just remember shit because I have good memory.”

“You remembered!?”

Midoriya thanked whatever deity there was out there that Kirishima existed because without him, Bakugou would’ve had no one else to vent his pent up frustrations on...except Todoroki...but that was a complicated case no one in the table wanted to bring up or knew about.

Eventually, the rule book expanded.

Bakugou found himself, sitting comfortably on Todoroki’s sofa, peacefully snuggled under a thick blanket as he watched runs of a Marvel movie marathon. Todoroki was still in the kitchen, preparing the popcorn and drinks.

5. Bakugou has to hang out at Todoroki’s place every Wednesday night, with or without the clause of sex.

The doorbell rang.

5.1. Bakugou can invite Midoriya.

“You’re late, nerd.”

“You didn’t tell me earlier. I had to take a shower.”

Bakugou leaned forward to sniff Midoriya.

5.2. Todoroki will do whatever he wants.

Todoroki, who was keeping a close eye on the two immediately went to the two’s side and grabbed Bakugou by the shirt to separate him from the green-haired man, “Katsuki”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”

Midoriya smiled at the white and red haired man and offered a hand, “It’s nice to finally be acquainted with you, Todoroki-kun.”

Todoroki accepted the gesture but went back to the kitchen after doing so, without continuing the conversation any further.

“He’s...pleasant,” Midoriya comments.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, “Just come here, you drama queen.”

Todoroki decided that it was the perfect moment to barge in the conversation, with him going in between his lover and his close friend. Unfortunately, Bakugou caught sight of what he had in plan and put a hand in between him and Midoriya before Todoroki could get the chance to break the two of them apart.

Bakugou looked up at Todoroki from his position, “I’m not gonna let you kill him today. Sit on my right, dumbass.”

Todoroki stared at the defiant gaze but eventually faltered when the blonde man tried to look angry, but only looked like a adorable petulant child.

Midoriya, having seen the entire exchange could only look at Bakugou and think how the fuck.

Somewhere after Iron Man but before The Avengers, Bakugou started dozing off as he lost even the slightest energy to bat off the possessive arm wrapped around his waist.

Not wanting to make Midoriya feel out of place, Bakugou placed a hand on Midoriya’s arm as he looked up at the green haired man with droopy eyes to check on him. Midoriya almost choked on his popcorn at the oddly endearing sight. For a split second, he understood why Todoroki Shouto was so crazy over his normally explosive hot-headed friend.

Midoriya offered Bakugou a smile, which seemed to satisfy the latter. Bakugou eventually threw his head down and focused on the movie instead.

Midoriya took one last look at Bakugou before going back to the movie, but instead found himself caught with Todoroki’s gaze, not particularly towards him but towards the sleepy blonde. There was so much unspoken affection in that look. Affection that, Midoriya was sure, was very unlikely to be unreciprocated.

Midoriya went back to watching the movie, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous over what the two people beside him had.

It was one of those rare moments that Bakugou didn’t mind being carried out by Todoroki; or just one of those moments when he didn’t have to voice out his discontent over the action. But, it’s been an especially rough night, mostly for Bakugou; and Todoroki was nothing but eager to please.

“Katsuki, can we…?”

Bakugou understood the unspoken sentence and took the initiative to kneel on top of Todoroki who was lounging comfortably on the bathtub. The shorter man wrapped his arms around Todoroki and slowly let the wide girth sink in gradually--as his hole stretched to accommodate Todoroki’s fat cock.

Bakugou took a deep breath as he paused mid-way. Todoroki noticed the struggle and held the blonde man’s face with his hands. The shorter man’s eyes turned glassy, as he clearly took in more than he could handle all at once.

“It’s okay,” Todoroki kissed Bakugou’s forehead, “It’s gonna be okay.”

Bakugou whimpered when he felt big hands grab his ass and gently control the steady thrusts: in, out, and repeat. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s neck, and buried his head on the crook of the taller man’s neck.

Todoroki waited for the other man to adjust himself, before continuing his ministrations once the latter has adjusted. Feeling devious, Todoroki slipped in a finger with his half-inserted cock. Bakugou jumped from the sensation and shook his head.

Todoroki felt the small tremble in Bakugou’s form afterwards. The shorter man gripped Todoroki’s shoulder tight as he lifted his head to whimper out, “The water’s g-going in. Don’t,”

“Ah,” Todoroki mumbled when he realized Bakugou’s discomfort. He presses another kiss on the blonde man’s neck.

Using one hand to lift up Bakugou’s face, Todoroki gently caresses a cheek and smiles wistfully. He takes this opportunity to pull Bakugou into a kiss.

When Bakugou pulls out of the kiss, he’s smothered by Todoroki’s endearing gaze. A silence is drawn between them until,

“Katsuki, I love you.”


“You told him you love him?” Midoriya exclaimed.

Bakugou shouted back, “What the fuck, you loud mouth!? Don’t shout at me!

“Don’t shout at me shouting at you!”

“Why did I even share this with you,” Bakugou ended the shouting conversation, out of character.This is when Midoriya decided that things weren’t looking good and the situation needed some intervention.

“Because I’m the only one you can share this with.”

Bakugou stared at the equally indifferent expression on the greenette’s face, pausing for a moment to think of a retort but didn’t find anything scathing enough, “you have a point there.”

“Do you love him?”

“Of course not.”

“I sense some trepidation in your tone.”

“Well, you can suck on that trepidation, and stick it in your ass.”

Midoriya didn’t bother with answering to the clear taunting and spoke his mind, “Well, if we go back to the cliches: isn’t it natural that you’d fall for each other in this ‘fake relationship’? Do rom-coms even reach sex?”

And that was how both of them ended up in Bakugou’s room, watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days .

Much to Bakugou’s displeasure, the protagonist doesn’t really lose the guy in 10 days. In fact, the protagonist very likely doesn’t even lose the love interest at all.

“It’s a rom-com, Kacchan,” Midoriya supplies.

“It’s fraud.”

The doorbell rang. Bakugou stood up to answer the door, grumbling over who would even visit him at this hour. Opening the door, he was met with mismatched eyes staring intently at him.

6. Bakugou is obliged to welcome Todoroki, should he visit his flat.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check if you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. You can leave now.”

Todoroki had a tick in his expression. He walked closer to the shorter man, his arm stealthily tracing down to the other’s back until he grabbed a hold of the plump flesh, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Bakugou tried to bat off the offending hand, but Todoroki kept his grip tight.

“Shouto, I,” Bakugou looked back at Midoriya who sent him a look of approval, “let’s talk about this outside.”

“Why not in…?”

“I have someone over.”

Bakugou closed the door and lead Todoroki to the deserted outdoor area of the complex, “Why did you really come here?”

“Is it Midoriya?”

Bakugou frowned but nodded, nonetheless, “There’s nothing between him and me.”

Wait, Bakugou paused, why am I even being so defensive about this?

“Katsuki, I just really need to know if you’re serious about us because I’m starting to get serious about this,” Todoroki pointed him and Bakugou.

“So it wasn’t serious before you said that last night?”

“Don’t kid yourself, Katsuki. We both know it was just sex for you from the get go.”

Shit, Bakugou’s face turned angry, “Well, what makes you think it’ll be anything more than that now!?”

Todoroki looked hurt. His eyes downcast and fists clenched, “Let’s go.”

“Why should I come with you?”

“Let’s go, Katsuki ,” Todoroki stressed Bakugou’s name.

Bakugou felt conflicted. This was his chance to finally end things. Whatever madness had been going on for the past few weeks, because was there even a chance of this developing into a relationship?

Of course not.

But that small nagging voice at the back of his mind wouldn’t settle down so easily.

“No,” Bakugou could regret this, “I’m done. This isn’t what I wanted in the first place.”

It’s so much more.

Bakugou continued, “You and I will never work out.”

“Let’s just talk about this somewhere more private.”

“Midoriya’s at my place, Shou--Todoroki. This is as good as it’s gonna get.”

“No, come with me to my place. You owe me this at least.”

Bakugou pressed his lips in contemplation but eventually sighed and followed the taller man, “Lead the way.”


Chapter Text

This was supposed to be a break-up scene.

Like usual, Bakugou wasn’t exactly sure how fate construed a setup where Todoroki’s balls deep into him, on the front door of the dual haired man’s flat right after he almost broke the other man’s heart.

Fucking make up sex.

“I don’t think you’ve ever taken me this deep.”

Bakugou groaned, “Shut up.”

“I’m coming,”

Bakugou immediately took this as a sign to stand up and leave...or at least just pull the dick out of his ass. Todoroki doesn’t let him and holds onto the light-haired man’s waist as he pushes himself further inside.

“I have a class tomorrow morning, idiot!”

“Even better,”

“That’s not,” Bakugou wasn’t able to finish his sentence as he felt Todoroki flood his insides with his come. Not long after, Bakugou came as well.

Both of them laid on the floor. Bakugou bonelessly laid on top of Todoroki, making no effort to even move a limb. Todoroki wasn’t much different, with his arms possessively grazing Bakugou’s waist. They stayed there in peaceful silence until Bakugou felt Todoroki’s dick slowly harden inside him.

Fuck short refractory periods.

Todoroki felt Bakugou’s reaction from the shorter man’s form and chuckled, “I think we should go one more round.”

Bakugou, barely able to move a muscle, “I think the fuck not.”

“Okay, let’s just...sleep tonight.”

Todoroki carried Bakugou as the latter was still wrapped around him with his face buried on Todoroki’s neck; and the taller man’s dick still inside Bakugou. Surprisingly, Bakugou didn’t seem to mind as he only nuzzled the crook of Todoroki’s neck, letting out small whines when he felt Todoroki’s dick hit a bundle of nerves on his walk to the bedroom.

Todoroki didn’t even open the lights as he made his way to his bed and laid Bakugou down. Him pulling out made a small pop sound that Bakugou particularly found amusing as he turned away from Todoroki to smile.

Todoroki closed the door and joined Bakugou in bed, holding the docile man close to him and also pressing his already half-hard organ on Bakugou’s hole.

Bakugou looked back in alarm, “You told me no more!?”

Todoroki pressed a kiss on Bakugou’s lips, “Yeah, I just wanted to sleep with me inside you.”

“Isn’t that the same,” Bakugou complained, his words lacking the bite they had on a normal situation. The blonde man realized that he’ll have to come clean to the other man when morning comes.


“So that’s why you went out with me,”

“Come on, I’m trying to come clean with you. Don’t give me that.”

“Katsuki,” Todoroki spoke in a low tone, his expression dark and unreadable.

Bakugou wasn’t gonna lie. He knew he had his misgivings and mistakes; but he was coming clean and admitting to his wrongdoings.

The silence drew on as Todoroki sat still on one corner of the room; while Bakugou was still partially disabled from last night’s activities. Unfortunately, the blonde man couldn’t get a read on his lover because of the physical strain on his body. Judging from the silence, however, it was obvious that the other man wasn’t anywhere near pleased over the recent discovery.

“So you let all of this happen…for extra credit?” Todoroki’s tone was flat.

Bakugou sighed, “I was in the wrong. I get that. Just tell me what to do to get us even?”

Todoroki’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “Tell you what to do?”

Bakugou made a noise of confirmation, “Yeah, just anything really. I won’t even do the course work so you can’t think of something else.”

Todoroki beamed at that bit of information, “Do you like me, Katsuki?”

“What?” Bakugou asked, confused, but followed with a small, “yes.”

Todoroki bent himself downwards to be on eye level with wide and confused red pools, “Do you love me?”

Bakugou felt himself flush at the question as he stuttered out a shaky confirmation, averting his gaze from the taller man who had his complete attention on his flustered lover.

Todoroki couldn’t help but feel the natural tug of his lips. He simply couldn’t contain himself, nor the manic grin that was spreading out on his face. It was completely out of character, but it felt so right . It felt so right to have Bakugou Katsuki right here and right now with him. He leaned forward to reach out to the light-haired man lying on the bed so that he could carry him again, bridal style.

While Bakugou was not a fan of being manhandled so easily, he knew better than to struggle against the hold. For once, it felt pleasant to have the other man be in control. He was starting to develop a certain level of trust that used to be reserved for his family only.

“I want to show you something.”

Bakugou took this time to be completely immersed in the loving atmosphere. He looked up at the oddly collected taller man from his viewpoint and wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s shoulder.

Todoroki paused in front of one room in his flat and sent Bakugou a small smile before opening the door.

“What the fuck is this!?”

“I’m happy you guys worked it out.”

Todoroki nodded and glanced at Bakugou who had his head down, fists curled up on his thighs. The latter gave an affirmative grunt but didn’t raise his gaze to meet Midoriya’s kind smile.

“Kacchan, are you okay?”

Bakugou raised a hand to bat off the concern and spoke in an unnaturally quiet tone, “yeah”

Todoroki sent an apologetic smile at Midoriya, to which the latter accepted in earnest. The green-haired man felt like his childhood friend wasn’t telling him everything, but he decided not to pry on it any further.

Midoriya pulled out his phone to check the time, “I have a morning class tomorrow so I’ll guess I’ll be leaving now. See you guys!”

Todoroki nodded and bid his goodbye. Bakugou remained curled up on his position, not meeting Midoriya’s worried gaze--but had also sent his goodbyes.

Once Midoriya had left the table, Bakugou clutched a fist on Todoroki’s pants and sent the other man a glare, “you bastard”

Todoroki shrugged, “You said you’d do anything .”

“You’re a pervert.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

Todoroki stealthily adjusts something under the table and Bakugou’s grip on the half and half’s clothing tightens. Todoroki smiles at the reaction and whispers, “so cute”

“I’m not,” Todoroki adjusts the settings to a higher threshold causing Bakugou to lose control of his voice. Hence, the latter decided to just bite his lip so as not to let any sound come out.

Bakugou made an effort to keep his voice low, “W-why do we have to do t-this,” Bakugou swallowed a whimper, “in public?”

“I just wanted to try it.”


Todoroki paused for a moment. Was he a pervert? He mentally pondered over it and caught sight of the adorable flushed blonde man in front of him.

Putting his hand under his chin in a thoughtful gesture, he nodded and confirmed that he was indeed a pervert.


“What,” Bakugou replied in an angry tone.

Todoroki decided against using his words as he pulled the trembling blonde man on his lap, his arms wrapped around the other’s lithe waist. The half and half haired man lowered the vibration of the sex toy inside his lover, to let the latter have a grasp of what he wanted him to feel.

Bakugou immediately felt the hard clothed appendage pressing on his ass. He sent the taller man a look of disbelief, to which the latter only shrugged at.

“Don’t you have any sense of preservation?” Katsuki exclaimed.

Todoroki returned the undignified gaze with a blank look as he was deep in thought, “not when it comes to you.”

Bakugou looked more embarrassed, if that was even possible. Todoroki’s eyes widened, realizing what he said out loud.

“Let’s just...go,” Bakugou said in defeat.

“Go where?”

“Your place?”

Todoroki couldn’t help the uncharacteristic smile that broke into his face, “Okay.”

Bakugou immediately stood up, breaking out of the hold on his waist, and offered his hand to Todoroki. Todoroki nodded and let himself be dragged by the shorter man to the exit.

Hands interlaced with each other, the two love birds left the area. Everything was going well...until Todoroki had the bright idea of switching the vibrator in Bakugou’s ass to its maximum setting.

Bakugou lost control of his legs, and Todoroki had been ready for such reaction as he swiftly carried the blonde bridal style, “My house is too far away. Let’s just do it in the car.”