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delirious-donna · 1 year

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Chapter 4: A Shower of Relief

(Chapter 3) -> (Chapter 5)

pairing: Katsuki x Shoto (established) x female reader

warnings: NSFW, male on male, shower sex, thigh fucking, rimming, anal fingering, mentions of power play, slight Dom/sub dynamic (Kat is Dom and Sho is sub in this instance), dirty talk

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugou and Shoto Todoroki are at the top of their game; with one of the most successful Hero Agencies to run, along with their everyday hero work, it would be remiss of them to overlook obvious flaws, especially when they could be easily remedied.

Cue, you, a body movement coach that specialises in helping heroes improve their ability to move fluidly and in turn perfect their techniques in battle. It seems your help is needed by two of the elite, but they’re just another client at the end of the day, right?

Can you handle two of the most prolific pro heroes in the country? How about when you get the sneaking suspicion that they might be more than simple business partners and friends? How will you react when you discover they want you to join their relationship, filling a gap that they hadn't even noticed was there until they met you?

The scald of the water was soothing, the pound of the droplets soaking his hair and seeping into his exhausted muscles.

Usually, Shoto was rather methodical whilst showering; shampoo, conditioner, scrub his body thoroughly and out again, but today he wished for nothing more than to linger, to bask in the warmth that settled into the depths of him. His large palms glided over his slick skin, inhaling the smell of his body wash and massaging the luxurious suds into his strong upper arms and chest.

He bit his lip as a lewd thought raced into his mind entirely unbidden.

Shoto wondered what it might be like if you were here right now, standing in front of his body under the water. Would you let him wash you? Fingers slipping and sliding over heated flesh, feminine curves that he had little experience with. Using his cool palm to chill you down, enjoying the sight of your little shivers and the goosebumps that would surface, only to chase them away with the press of his torso against your own. Exploring the swell of your breasts, and the soft stretch of your stomach before dipping a hand between your thighs.

A hand reached around his body at that moment, startling him enough to gasp out loud.

“You’re thinking about her, ain'tcha?” Katsuki growled in Shoto’s ear.

The blonde pressed him forward so his head could be covered with the spray of the showerhead whilst he stroked the erection that Shoto had only just become aware of. A rough palm ghosted across his chest, stealing upwards until fingers gripped at his jaw. His head was turned until he could see the burning carmine glow of Katsuki’s eyes.

“Can’t usually get the jump on you this easily. Your mind has gotta be on the girl, admit it Sho.”

His smile was cunning, all-knowing and Shoto bristled at the insinuation that he was quite that easy to read. It would be an outright lie if he were to deny it, but Katsuki was never going to let him live it down if he did admit it.

Caught between a literal rock and a hard place, he debated his answer for longer than his lover was willing to allow. Katsuki’s grip tightened, held fast at the base of his aching shaft, not allowing him the friction of movement despite the small rocking motions that Shoto attempted with his hips.

A soft whine escaped his throat at the injustice of being denied what he so desperately craved – what he needed. He tried to reach back, to run his hands up Katsuki’s sides but the male stepped out of reach with a sharp tsk.

“Hands on the wall Icy Hot,” he demanded, his voice barely recognisable through the thick swell of desire.

Shoto obeyed instantly, his breathing spiked as he submitted to the will of his partner. It was always remarkably easy to slip into this role, to allow Katsuki the power of holding all of the control and trusting him to never go further than he was comfortable with.

Katsuki on the other hand, well, he was a damned brat but it had been fun breaking him. Even to this day, the powder keg of a male could not control his tongue, and Shoto suspected that he actually enjoyed the stricter side of him. That he secretly relished being forced to bend to another’s will.

This power dynamic was not the norm in their relationship, far more often than not they shared it equally with neither of them being the Dominant. Yet, every now and again, it was fun to fall into these familiar roles and indulge a little in the power play.

Fragile webs of frost surrounded his right palm braced upon the tiled wall and it did not go unnoticed.

“Can’t even keep your damn quirks in check, not like you.”

Katsuki’s mouth latched to the juncture where his neck met shoulder, teeth sank into the pliant flesh and a hot tongue swiped at the skin. Shoto couldn’t help but let his head fall back, resting against the strength of the blonde’s shoulder at the first delicious morsel of friction he was fed.

Shoto hadn’t yet answered and as an equally straining erection pressed between the crevice of his butt, he doubted he could find the words. He never failed to be consumed by the powerhouse of energy that was Katsuki Bakugou, blinded by the smile that was equal parts heavenly and wicked.

He swallowed thickly, the pool of saliva that coated his mouth and a rasping noise escaped from his throat as the grip on him moved lower. Fingers toying through the short nestle of hairs that lay soaked against his skin, moving until he was cupped tenderly in the palm of a careful hand.

“K-Kat,” he managed to stammer, all whilst he sought to grind himself against the hardness that rocked up and down the split of his ass. Long deliberate strokes that were antagonising to endure. Shoto needed to be taken care of in the worst way, he knew it and so did the man at his back.

“Tell me baby and I’ll give you what you need,” he half chuckled.

His fingers flexed around Shoto’s heavy balls, sensing how they drew upwards in anticipation. Katsuki was in a more patient mood than he had expected, kisses littered his neck, shoulder and back. They started out with gentle, quick swipes of lips that moved in quick succession to cover every inch that could be easily reached. The gentleness lasted until Shoto finally found his voice.

“Yes, I was thinking about her. Kat, she is so…”

He didn’t know how to end that sentence and thankfully the blonde was happy enough with the admission of where his thoughts had been. Greedy impatience tainted the kisses until he knew that he would be left with marks of this little escapade – reminders of to who he willingly belonged.

“Bend over for me.”

Mind abuzz with the sensation of being cupped, the ridge of Katsuki’s prominent cockhead parting him with each continued stroke and the lingering feel of hot lips on his skin, Shoto whimpered but complied with the request.

“Bit more, Sho,” Katsuki coaxed gently but firmly. His hand gave a light squeeze before retreating from his groin entirely, both palms kneading his hips with renewed vigour until he was happy with the position.

Spine arching in his sudden desperation to please, Shoto’s fingers scrambled at the wet tiles, seeking purchase and finding none. In a fit of frustration, he iced over his hand, fixing himself securely in place. He ignored the snicker that found its way to his ear over the incessant pound of the water, screwing his eyes shut and blocking out every other sense to intensify the sensation of his lover’s touch.

When Kat drew back only to slide his cock through Shoto’s parted thighs, he thought his heart might burst out of his chest. The tip kissed the underside of his balls and he hissed at the contact.

“Squeeze your thighs around me, baby.”

He was dizzy from what was unfolding. Closing his feet until they were touching upon the wetroom floor, Shoto squeezed the muscles in his thighs until they constricted tightly around the dick that was throbbing incessantly against him.

It ached to maintain it, the burn always standing on the periphery of his mind as a witness to this lewd act. His muscles were already past their usual exertion point, but goddamnit, this felt too good to give in to the pain. Beads of sweat broke out along his forehead, quicker than his cooler side could erase them. Another reminder that he was not in full control of his body or quirks right now.

Katsuki pulled back only to slam against him harshly. His pelvis slapped against Shoto’s ass, rocking him onto his toes from the sheer force of it. The sound of skin on skin mingled with the relentless fall of water filled the space as he set a punishing pace.

“This what you were thinking about, huh?”

The taunting words were like ringing alarms of pleasure within Shoto’s brain, little hand grenades of desire that Katsuki tossed inside with practised precision. His own cock twitched against his flexed stomach, the brief contact against his skin enough to make him tremble and the tip leak. He would cum like this, so easily driven to the brink.

Shoto felt the smattering of stings trace his hips, knowing that sparks were igniting on those broad palms that held him in place.

“Tell me Sho, did you think about what it’d be like to have her bent over like you are? How it’d feel to tease her pussy with your long cock?”

On those last words, the blonde slowed his pace to emphasise the drag of his own girthy dick. Shoto felt every ridge and bump that stroked along his clenched thighs, quiet moans slipping unbidden from his parted lips.

An image of you burst into his vision. Bent over and trembling, the curve of your spine fascinating to his eye and he imagined running a chilled finger along each bump of that beautiful spine. The scramble of your fingers against the slick wall, the determination to keep yourself upright and steady as he fought to extend the pleasure for you both. Thoughts of his leaking tip catching against your clitoris, eliciting squeals and whimpers, begging for him.

“Sho – please…”

His rampant imagination continued to play out; him holding the base of his shaft whilst he aligned against your needy hole and the second he thought about advancing forward, he felt it.

Too wrapped up in his wicked daydreaming to register the hand that moved from his right hip, oblivious to how it had slipped between their bodies and hoovered ready to strike at exactly the right moment. Something far warmer and heavier than water landed on his puckered hole, and as he imagined fucking into you, Katsuki traced his thumb around his rim and pushed in.

He bucked instinctively, only the iron grip of the pro hero at his back kept him in place. The blonde grunted with the effort he had to give into keeping him contained, a deep hiss slicing through his gritted teeth as he fucked Shoto’s thighs in tandem with pressing towards his prostate.

“Yes, fuck!”

Poor Shoto was delirious. Entirely intoxicated from the mixture of physical pleasure, mental imagery and the dirty words of Katsuki. He wouldn’t last another full minute, his release surfaced from the pit of his abdomen until he was filled to capacity. A warm drip spread from the base of his spine and travelled up towards his neck.

“I know you wanna fuck her. I bet she’d look so pretty all fucked out on your cock. Fat tears in her eyes as you split her open. Fuck! Makes me so damn hard thinking about watching that happen...”

His body rocked with the furious pounding movements of Katsuki, content to be used so completely by him. Shoto knew that the seemingly aggressive male had been just as enraptured by you as he was, probably all the more so by how easily Shoto had felt that attraction manifest.

“You gonna share her Sho? She’s a strong girl, I’m sure she could take us both, whatcha think?” he snarled.

Leaning his body flush over the bent form of Shoto, his thumb, at last, made contact with his prostate and he exploded. Smoke filled his nostrils and ice spread the height of the wall as hot ropes of sticky seed shot from his straining cock, they clung to his quivering stomach and hit against the tiled wall.

He panted heavily as Kat was quick to follow, the trembling of Shoto’s puckered hole and the intense clamping of his strong thighs more than enough to have him painting the underside of his balls.

Suddenly, both men were very grateful for their presence in the shower, at least it would be an easy cleanup. Shoto shivered, the relief of his orgasm driving his body temperature lower than he’d like but more than anything it was the understanding that he needed to have a very serious conversation with Katsuki about pursuing the possibility of adding another person to their existing relationship.

In honesty, he didn’t know how to broach the subject despite his usual bluntness, and this scared him.

#delirious writes #bakugo x todoroki #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #bakugo katsuki #todoroki shōto #bakugo smut #todoroki smut #polyamory #bakugo x reader x todoroki

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sparkles-and-trash · 2 years

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kirideku and bakutodo where Izuku and Bakugo finds out that the other couple is dating at the same time and then gets stuck in a:

«don’t you dare hurt my best friend!»

«WTF don’t YOU dare hurt MY best friend!!»

fight that just goes on forever

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ninjaart-fan · 2 years

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RUN DEKU RUN!!!

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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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Hiya! Could I get a Todobaku headcanons on how they came to be? I love the enemies/rivals/idiots to lovers! Lol

Yes, of course! <3 Idiots to lovers and rivals to lovers are definitely some of my favorite vibes... Love it when they’re combined~ I think there’s several ways these two could get together, but here’s a scenario that popped into my mind first <3

TodoBaku Confession Headcanons

The two most emotionally stunted boys on the planet trying to realize they’ve got feelings for one another? It’s a performance worthy of the big screen. In fact, their classmates have camped out with a bucket of popcorn more than once to watch these two poor confused souls try to navigate the unspoken thing between them. But they do come to realize it, even if it’s simultaneously painful and inspiring to witness. Yes, Ochako cried when it was finally all in the open. She’d been so invested.

As Shoto began to come more and more out of his shell, he began to feel like he’d missed out on many years of having real friendships. So, he started making a concerted effort to hang out with all his classmates, Katsuki included. He wanted to find things he could use to bond with everyone; with Katsuki, this was cooking.

Of course, Shoto’s not sly. He didn’t orchestrate little ways to trick Katsuki into cooking with him. He’s too blunt and a little socially inept for that. So he just went straight to him and asked him to teach him how to cook.

He was able to sprinkle a little bit of truth into his chosen excuse as to why he wanted Katsuki to teach him how to cook. Shoto wanted to learn so he could help Fuyumi, who took on a lot for herself whenever she cooked for their family (which was gathering together more and more often these days). Combined with a little flattery—telling Katsuki that he was the best cook he knew in the dorm—it was enough for Katsuki to begrudgingly relent.

“I’d rather teach you than have to suffer seeing you waste good ingredients fucking up,” he’d huffed to Shoto as he marched purposefully down to the kitchen. Given his sub-par performance on previous attempts at helping to cook, Shoto couldn’t exactly blame him. That didn’t stop him from “accidentally” whisking some eggs in Katsuki’s face, though.

A few food fights and almost-fires later, though, Katsuki and Shoto fell into a regular routine of cooking together. Sometimes other members of the dorm would join in; other times, they were alone. Shoto liked it more when they were alone because Katsuki was calmer; a crowded kitchen stressed him out. With room to maneuver, he’d take the time to correct Shoto’s technique. It had amazed Shoto, how the rough and unrefined Katsuki could transform into someone who could be so delicate in his movements—chopping, mincing, mixing. When he was relaxed, that is. Add a few more people in the mix, and usually, more stuff ended up on the counters, floors, and walls than in the actual food.

But also, he was more prone to praise. He didn’t really acknowledge Shoto’s efforts when other people were there beyond a grunt of approval or a gruff “It’ll do.” But when they were alone? He’d smirk—a different smirk, with something hidden in the edges that Shoto couldn’t quite tell—and softly tell him that he did a good job. The first time that Katsuki had said that Shoto had come a long way, Shoto had dropped the glass dish containing their latest meal and sent it splattering all over the floor. Katsuki didn’t get angry. He just laughed, really hard, to the point of tears. And Shoto had gotten a funny feeling in his chest. But he rather liked it, strange as it was.

They did it so often that it came to a point where they’d just suddenly bust into one another’s rooms declaring they’d found a recipe they wanted to try cooking. Shoto made it a point to actively engage in everyone’s hobbies to keep developing their friendships, but when he was honest to himself, he realized that he looked forward to cooking with Katsuki, and every afternoon, he found himself hoping the blond would come traipsing into his room demanded he get his ass to the kitchen to start cooking whatever new thing that had caught his eye. He even more looked forward to the days Katsuki came with him to his family’s house, and they would all cook together. Because on those days, Katsuki smiled a lot, more than Shoto had ever seen.

It was Ochako who’d pointed out to Shoto that it seemed Katsuki had begun choosing recipes that suited Shoto’s tastes. Katsuki denied it, of course, accusing Shoto of being “basic” and liking things that just happened to be staples. And though Shoto was a little inexperienced when it came to emotions and things, there was no denying the bright pink blush coloring Katsuki’s cheeks as he grumbled it. Or the way he started to skitter away from Shoto when they accidentally brushed hands or arms while maneuvering around the kitchen. Or the way Katsuki had nearly fainted when Natsuo had joked about he and Shoto being a married couple.

But Shoto wasn’t quite sure, so he went to the one person who knew Katsuki best—Izuku. “Of all the people in this dorm, the only cooking he’s ever praised has been yours,” he’d smiled to Shoto. Though it was vague, it told Shoto everything he’d needed to know.

Shoto had learned a lot over the past year, interacting with everyone and growing his friendships, but he still wasn’t savvy enough to lay a trap to get Katsuki to confess. So he just did what worked the first time. He walked straight into Katsuki’s room, told him that he liked him, and asked if Katsuki liked him too. It was honestly a little adorable, seeing Katsuki turn beet-red and splutter for a second.

Katsuki had quickly recovered, though his face was still a deep pink when he looked Shoto in the eyes and snorted, “Of course I do, dumbass. I had taught you all the basics of cooking six months ago. I kept hanging out with you because I didn’t want it to stop.”

Neither of them were used to handling such strong emotions, so they’d both clammed up at that point, blushing fiercely and unable to meet each other’s eyes. Katsuki had been the first to move; he got up and marched stiffly over to Shoto. However, when he took his hand, it was gentle.

“What’s that look for, dumbass?” Katsuki huffed when Shoto looked at him with wide eyes, but his voice was laced with affection. “I told you about the new recipe I wanted to try yesterday, didn’t I? Let’s get going. Shit ain’t gonna cook itself.”

It was hard to cook while holding hands, but they made it work. They stopped cooking as often after that... but only because they started spending that time going on dates instead.

#todobaku #todoroki x bakugo #bakugo x todoroki #todoroki x bakugou #bakugou x todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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yaimlight · 9 months

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Rating: M

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto

Warnings: odd swear word ~ heavily implied sex ~ established relationship

Inspired by this

Shoto smoothed out the crease in his shirt as he turned slightly, getting a better look at himself in the full length mirror. It wasn’t his normal choice of outfit but Katsuki had insisted that he needed something more appropriate for meeting his parents than his normal leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. So for tonight Shoto was in a charcoal grey role neck that he had tucked into loose fitting black slacks, a pair of smart black shoes poking out from the hem and a matching belt keeping his trousers pulled in at the waist. The muted colours made the red and white of his hair stand out more, made his blue eye pop according to Katsuki and though he would much rather be in his usual comfortable cloths Shoto could admit that he looked rather good if not a little unusual.

Sighing Shoto decided he looked as good as he was going to and that he probably couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. With one final look in the mirror and a final tweak of his hair Shoto turned and headed for the door, pulling it closed behind him as he slipped out into the living room. His shoes clipped against the wood as he made his way across the living room and towards the kitchen, intent on getting himself a glass of water in the hopes to calm his nerves about meeting Katsuki’s parents. He glanced up briefly as he went, his eyes instantly going to Katsuki who was sprawled across the sofa, eyes firmly fixed on his phone as his thumbs moved rapidly across the screen.

He looked good but that wasn’t anything new. Katsuki always looked good. His button up shirt was a deep red, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top couple of buttons left open to show off his collar bone and the two silver chains that hung around his neck. Katsuki wasn’t normally one for jewellery but tonight he had seemed to disregard that and gone all out, his fingers ladened with silver rings and a series of silver and leather bracelets on his wrist. Paired with his black nail varnish, eyeliner and smart black slacks he looked liked he had just stepped out of the pages of one of his parents fashion magazines. The only thing that was missing were a few earrings but Katsuki had been adamant about not getting them when Shoto had brought it up. Something about getting in the way when he was on duty and Shoto had been forced to shelve that particular idea. At least for a little while anyway.

Sighing Shoto turned back to the kitchen, busying himself with getting his glass of water. It wasn’t that he was nervous about meeting Katsuki’s parents, more like he was nervous about them meeting him. Shoto’s lack of social skills were well documented and though he knew this was an important step in his and Katsuki’s relationship he didn’t really feel the normal panic and nervousness that everyone else seemed to in this kind of situation. Shoto was, well he was Shoto and nothing was going to change that and that meant he was approaching this with the same aloof detachment he often felt when meeting new people. They would like him or they wouldn’t. Simple as that and he didn’t think their opinion would change how Katsuki felt about him.

That being said though Shoto also knew that sometimes he could be a little too much, his demeanour often making people uncomfortable in the worse possible way. Especially when he didn’t understand something or missed common social cues. He had a habit of saying the wrong thing or even reacting the wrong way when he had misunderstood or completely missed a nonverbal cue. The last thing he wanted to do was make Katsuki’s parents uncomfortable or offend them but at this point in his life it seemed like something he was doomed to do when meeting people for the first time. At least Katsuki would be there to help smooth the way when he inevitably put his foot in it.

“Oi, half ‘n’ half.” Shoto twisted slightly so he could look over his shoulder at Katsuki. He had turned slightly so he could look over the back of the sofa, his arm slung over the back and causing the material of his shirt to pull tight across his bicep. It was distracting in the best of ways, Shoto to busy imagining the muscles beneath that he almost missed what Katsuki said next. “Come here.” Shoto sighed at Katsuki’s demand but he still complied, finishing his glass of water and rinsing the glass out before making his way towards the sofa. “Yes Katsuki?” Shoto asked when he came to a stop in front of the other man, so used to Katsuki blunt demands by now that he didn’t even bother to chastise him for it any more. It was just how Katsuki was and Shoto had accepted that long-a-go.

Katsuki shifted back round so he was looking at Shoto but kept his arm resting on the back of the sofa. He looked the perfect image of controlled confidence, his legs spread wide and making it awfully hard for Shoto to keep his eyes on Katsuki’s own. “Are you sure about that?” Katsuki grunted, gesturing vaguely towards Shoto, the action seeming to encompass all of him. Frowning, Shoto looked down at himself. He couldn’t see anything wrong with what he was wearing. Everything was done up correctly and there were no stains or anything that could cause the blonde to question him. A quick feel at his collar confirmed that the neck was rolled down correctly and he hadn’t put the top on backwards. Confused about what Katsuki was referring to Shoto tipped his head to the side slightly, his frown growing as he spoke. “Sure about what?”

“Your outfit, it’s just-“ Katsuki scrunched up his face in disgust, gesturing once more to Shoto like that was answer enough, “-ugh.” Shoto’s eyes widened slightly at Katsuki’s obvious dislike for the outfit. Yes it was different to what he would normally wear but that had been the point, Katsuki purposely picking it out to make Shoto look like he was making an effort. Not that he wouldn’t have without the blonde’s interface, just he probably would have just picked out skinny jeans and an oversized cardigan over a plain t-shirt. He couldn’t help it, he liked to be comfortable and a big sweater or cardigan that he could sink into was very comfortable.

“You picked these out for me,” Shoto pointed out, like maybe Katsuki had forgotten that in the twenty minutes between the blonde picking the clothes out and Shoto exiting the bedroom. “I know that dumbass,” Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes at Shoto like he had said something stupid. Well, he didn’t think it was a stupid thing to point out considering that Katsuki had somehow gone from liking his choice to hating them enough to actually say something about it. “I just thought they would look better.” Katsuki shrugged half heartedly and Shoto felt something in him crack a little.

“Oh,” he said quietly, letting his head tip forward slightly so he could look at the floor. Did he really look that bad dressed like that? Yes it was different and Shoto wasn’t wholly comfortable in what he was wearing but he had thought he looked rather good in the muted colours. The top was tight enough to highlight his muscles but not to tight to make it glaringly obvious what he was hiding under the grey cashmere blend and the belt gave the illusion of him having a small waist, the lose material of his slacks giving him an almost hourglass figure. Katsuki had said that he thought Shoto would look hot with it on but clearly he had been wrong.

Katsuki groaned in frustration loudly, Shoto practically able to hear him rolling his eyes. “Not you idiot, you look fine. More than fine,” Katsuki said mater-of-factly. “It’s just those clothes,” he huffed, Shoto just catching the glint of his rings as Katsuki gestured towards him again. “I think you should take them off.” Shoto’s head snapped up at that, looking at Katsuki like he had gone mad. For his part Katsuki stared back expectantly, a smug smirk just starting to curl at the corner of his lips. No matter what issues Katsuki had with his outfit choices in the past he had never demanded Shoto change, insisting he didn’t have the time or the patience to be dealing with it and the fact that he was asking him to do so now was suspicious at the very least.

“Ok,“ Shoto dragged out slightly, eyeing Katsuki like he was expecting the blonde to suddenly attack him or something. “What should I change into?” Katsuki huffed in amusement as he sank back into the sofa, his legs spreading just a little further apart as he lifted his other arm onto the back of the sofa. “Who said anything about changing, I just said you should take them off,” he smirked.

Shoto blinked dumbly at the other man and the sudden deep and rumbling tone of his voice. He didn’t understand what Katsuki meant. If he took his clothes off and then didn’t put anything else on he would be left as naked as the day he was born. That was not the way he wanted to be introduced to Katsuki’s parents and he highly doubted that anyone else other that Katsuki would appreciate seeing him like that so why he would even suggest it was beyond him.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to drag across his teeth as he gave Shoto a slow once over. It had heat prickling at his skin, that familiar warmth pooling in his gut as a sharp zing of arousal shot down his spine.

Oh.

OH!

So that was what Katsuki was after.

“Now?” Shoto blurted as his mind raced to catch up to what he had just realised was going on. “But don’t we have to…” Katsuki cut off whatever half formed excuse Shoto had been about to give with a low and threatening growl. “Who gives a shit is we’re late for some shitty dinner,” Katsuki snapped, his smirk slipping into a glair that had Shoto biting back any comment he might have said about Katsuki’s parents minding. He looked angry, his black nails digging into the fabric of the sofa and his whole body tense. Shoto would be a liar if he said this whole look wasn’t doing something for him but was now really the time? They had dinner reservations for an hours time and it would take at least twenty minutes to get there from the apartment. Katsuki was anything but quick even when he was trying to be and Shoto really didn’t want his parents first impression of him to be tardiness.

“Now,” Katsuki started, the anger softening slight though his voice remained stern and confident. “Are you going to do what you’re told like a good boy or are you going to be a brat about it?” Shoto sucked in a sharp breath, his throat suddenly feeling dry and fingers tingling in anticipation. He didn’t want to start off on a bad impression but he had never been able to say no to Katsuki when he got like this and now wasn’t the day that was going to change. Sighing in defeat Shoto tugged at his top, pulling it out from his slacks before he pulled it over his head and let it drop forgotten and unwanted to the floor.

Katsuki was smirking again, those intense red eyes practically burning a trail across Shoto’s now naked chest. “That’s what I thought,” Katsuki gloated. “Now come here and show me just how much of a good boy you are.” Shoto didn’t even hesitate, taking the few short steps towards Katsuki and climbing up onto the sofa to straddle him. Katsuki sank a hand into the loose strands of Shoto’s hair. His rings snagging and pulling slightly. Shoto hissed slightly, tipping his head back to ease the sting but never asking Katsuki to stop. “The things I’m going to do to you princess,” Katsuki mumbled, the dark promise pulling a moan from between Shoto’s parted lips. “Please…” he started breathlessly but whatever he had been about to ask for was swallowed up by Katsuki’s lips pressing hard and demanding against his, his tongue slipping between Shoto’s already parted lips. Shoto sank into it with a moan, his own arms wrapping around Katsuki’s neck and fingers twisting into the short blonde stands at the nape of his neck.

Needless to say they were very late to meeting Katsuki’s parents but Shoto was too blissed out to really care, or to notice the rather large hicky Katsuki had left on the underside of his jaw.

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