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As he knelt down on the cold floor of the empty gym, his glare was one of defiance. Not that there was any real reason for it – he’d offered, he’d promised, and he couldn’t claim he wasn’t looking forward to the challenge – yet appearances had to be kept. Todoroki’s expression was just way too far on the smug side for him to simply ignore it. And what did that bastard have to be smug about anyway? It wasn’t like he’d made him do it; no one could make him do anything and anyone who fucking dared try could beg for mercy and see where it got them. It had been his idea, and his alone.
They might think they’d had him in a tight spot – threatening to blow his cover and have him admit that it wasn’t Shinsou’s mind control that had him bringing flowers to fucking Deku every fucking day. Which was still their fucking fault though, after that one time they had made him do it, thus showing him just how happy it made that damn nerd. Shitty Deku with his shitty bright eyes and his whole face smiling. How was he supposed to not want to see that again? It wasn’t like he cared or anything, but… but… but only a villain would keep such a face from lighting up like this every day! And he wasn’t a villain; he was going to be the greatest hero the world had ever seen, greater than All Might, greater than shitty Deku and his shitty, pretty smile. But as the greatest, strongest hero, he had a reputation to uphold, and since mind control had gotten him into this mess, it was only fair if it got him out of it as well.
Which didn’t mean they’d really had him in a tight spot; pfft, he’d always known a way to get out of it. It wasn’t them who’d orchestrated this whole thing; it was him, and he’d make sure to show them who was really in control here. That smirking bastard might think himself the slurping champion, but he’d soon learn he had nothing on him. And Shinsou, the only one of the two who actually had a right to be here – it was his quirk Bakugou had claimed to be under, after all; Todoroki wasn’t in any position to blow his cover; he was just a meddling little bitch with a pretty smile cock – apparently thought himself so above it all he didn’t even bother smirking. Or grinning, or showing any sign of excitement. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, with that far-away, dispassionate expression, like Bakugou wasn’t fucking kneeling in front of him unzipping his pants that very fucking moment. The only reason he didn’t blast him across the room was that Shinsou didn’t know. That half-and-half-quirk-full-of-shit bastard had had ample opportunity to enjoy Bakugou’s many, many¸ talents, whereas pastel hair was new to their… group. Him. And Deku, Shitty hair, and Icyhot all of his… whatever they were. It wasn’t like he needed a name for it, like he needed to analyse every fucking tiny detail of everything like some people.
They’d been having fun with each other for several months now. (And that was all it was: fun. Letting off steam, challenging each other on another battlefield, nothing more, even if he was mostly willing to tolerate those ‘kisses and cuddles’ Deku and Kirishima were so crazy about. Taking one for the team and all.) Sometimes it was all four of them, sometimes just two or three. That should have been enough, you’d think, but of course, Deku had to go with his shining eyes and big bleeding heart and go adopt this walking emo tale. And instead of getting rid of the guy before this had a chance to go any further - which he and Todoroki had decided was the only way to go in one of their rare alliances - it had taken this candy cane dumbass all but five minutes to start fucking slurping Shinsou right in this very gym. Which was also where Bakugou had caught them another five minutes later, Todoroki with his mouth full, mumbling at him, something about doing him next, Deku’s ‘niceness DNA’ and needing to fill up his ‘evil meter’, whatever the fuck that was supposed to be.
He did look pretty with cum dripping down his chin… But that was not the point!
The point was that Bakugou hadn’t fallen for Mindfuck’s shtick, this blatant attempt to worm his way into the centre of not only Deku’s but all of his bo— fuckbuddies’ attention. No, he had kept a clear head and spoken his goddam fucking mind like he always did and always would. As if he’d fall for a lavender cupcake with a sob story, as if he didn’t have his hands full with all the other sob stories in his life already. And in return for his efforts at yelling some sense into them, this fucking asshole had mind-controlled him into the incident that started it all: buying Deku flowers and handing them to him in front of the whole class - with a hug and a kiss no less! And of course Todoroki had been watching, laughing actual tears like the sadistic bastard anyone with half a brain cell could tell he was (sadly, no one around him had any fucking brain cells).
Well, when he was done with him, there’d be no tears left in him, no matter what kind. He’d suck him dry; the fucker could be sure of it. And that lavender bitch too. If he thought Todoroki’s skills were as good as it gets – he’d soon learn. He probably thought Bakugou couldn’t even do it, or that he’d chicken out.
“I’ll slurp you both at the same time. Just. Don’t. Blow. My. Cover!!”
Well, if he thought that was just a bluff, he was even more clueless than he looked.
Bakugou started out slowly, pumping first one, then the other, placing a soft, brief kiss on the tip of Todoroki’s dick, then a lingering one on Shinsou’s, before he nudged them to stand facing each other, took both their cocks into his hands and licked diagonally from the base of one to the tip of the other, and back down the same path. He took his time playing with them like this, stroking his hand up and down both of them while his tongue kissed and licked and circled along every inch of skin underneath his fingers. When they’d both reached a level of panting and twitching he deemed satisfactory, he pushed them back to stand side by side and devoted just as much time to idly playing with their balls – he had two hands, after all, for one for each of them.
He kept his movements purposely languid, lulling them in, then, in one quick, sneaky move, went from gentle, shallow suction on Shinsou’s balls to swallowing him down to the root with no warning. Todoroki would have to wait a while; he deserved it for stabbing him in the back. Just the occasional, teasing pump of his hand, a few strokes and tugs here and there as Bakugou relaxed his throat, as their new favourite got his cock sucked like never before…
And now, he’d have to deal with no attention at all, since Bakugou needed both his hands on Shinsou’s hips to push him forwards, right into his perfectly still face. If his mouth hadn’t been so deliciously full, he would have laughed at his shocked gasp. Watching himself fuck someone’s face (while Todoroki rubbed his impatient, greedy little cock all over the outside of Bakugou’s cheek) must be a new sight to him. He couldn’t help smiling although he doubted it was in any way recognizable – Todoroki clearly hadn’t given Shinsou his best, then. Nothing like what he usually gave him. And speaking off… time to switch cocks.
With this one, he took his sweet time again, licking the tip, letting the flat of his tongue circle it while Todoroki cursed above him. Eager for more, hmm? He didn’t bother hiding his triumphant grin, quite the contrary. It would only annoy Todoroki more, and there was nothing sweeter than the moment that annoyance morphed into abandon, when pleasure took over and left nothing but a needy, pliant body underneath his hands.
But not just yet. It was way too much fun to drag it out, lick from base to tip, nudge his nose against his balls, suck them just past his lips, lazily pumping him with his hand as his tongue delved in to taste the gathering fluid. Next to Todoroki, Shinsou proved a far more patient, grateful recipient, gasping for air at every slow pump of his wrist… well, he deserved a little reward for that, didn’t he?
Todoroki was radiating anger; Bakugou could feel its waves even though he didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle. Lips wrapped around Shinsou’s cock, he looked over at him, batting his lashes in what they both knew had nothing to do with coquetry. Todoroki wouldn’t beg, not like this; they both knew that as well, but getting him almost there was just too delicious to resist.
But well, All Might always said a hero should show mercy when their opponent was on the floor, beaten…
Todoroki’s gasp was one of relief, of gratitude, and that he didn’t hold either of those back was a form of begging in its own right. He even let Bakugou enjoy playing with his cock on his own terms for a while before he, unlike Shinsou, took charge of the face-fucking without prompting or help. He drove himself in in one deep push, hard and fast, the way he knew Bakugou liked it, held firmly place and used as his partner saw fit while all he could do was take it and let go, no chases or shackles left.
Too bad he had to keep his wits about him for now. He’d have to stop him soon if there was still to be a chance to show them what at the same time truly meant.
He ignored Todoroki’s little sound of protest, the gasp of shock as the cold air of the gym hit him without warning, and set to get them into position. As he’d expected, they were both so fired up and hazy their bodies had turned into the sort of pliant goo he could just move around as he wished, allowing him to angle their hips just so…
That should do it. He wouldn’t be able to take them all the way like that – not because his throat couldn’t handle it, he was more than up to the challenge, but as they went further in, there would come a point where in order to continue, their bodies would have to occupy the same space. And sadly, neither of them had a quirk for that.
But spending hours lamenting and analysing pointless shit like that was for nerds like Deku. Even just a little past the head would be more than sufficient for every last one of their brain cells to leak into their cocks and eventually, down his throat, and…
And apparently, he really had to do everything himself here because these fucking losers were just frozen in place or something, too stupid to realise they had to be the ones to start moving. Fucking useless, the whole lot of them. Good thing he had two hands, one for each ass, to grab and start pushing them forwards into his wide, willing mouth. As predicted, the angle was a bit awkward, and it wasn’t that easy to manoeuvre without really being able to see, but after the first half inch or so, they finally caught on and were only too happy to take over.
Normally, Bakugou preferred to keep his eyes open, but as two hands fisted into his hair and two cocks forced themselves into his mouth, he couldn’t help closing them against the moisture. Moisture, not tears, an important distinction. He wasn’t crying or anything; it was only because of the stretch, the struggle for breath, the intrusion unlike anything he’d ever handled before, and it was only for a few seconds too.
He’d planned to alternate between taking them both at the same time and swallowing one of them to the root while using his hand on the other — but there was no going back now that he knew how it felt. So far, his experience with gags had been neither a willing nor a pleasurable one, but this, this he could get used too, his lips pulled apart to an almost grotesque extent; their dicks didn’t even go that deep yet he had never felt so full, so completely at their mercy… Yet, and that was the best part, they were also at his.
They’d barely even started to get serious and already they were coming undone beneath his hands, beneath (well, technically, above) the tongue flattening against their cocks as they rubbed against each other inside him. He wasn’t just passively taking it either; no, he sucked and licked as much as the position allowed, making sure to close his lips around them as much as possible, keeping it nice and tight and pressing them closer together as they tried to coordinate their frantic thrusts. Like frottage deluxe. Try getting that from just your average guy.
Their moans sang to him as his eyes watered and he struggled to hold his head in place. He knew all of Todoroki’s usual sounds - or rather, their absence. As reserved in bed as he was in life, he rarely allowed more than glimpses at the pleasure raging inside him. Bakugou knew, of course; his face always gave him away in the end, yet the most noise he’d ever gotten were a few gasps and the occasional bitten-back sigh. This, however, turned out to be more than his stoic façade could handle. Todoroki was falling, tortured by the cruellest, sweetest bliss; he was moaning himself hoarse and no sound or sight could have been sweeter. And Lavender guy looked like he was threatening to burst at the seams as well. He hadn’t been nearly as loud when Bakugou had caught the two of them together. His head hadn’t been thrown back like this either. So his face could show emotion. Interesting. He’d have to remember that thought for later.
For now, he was busy undoing them in ways he bet they’d never even imagined. Not that Todoroki was bad at giving head by any means, quite the contrary. All those years slurping soba clearly paid off, but well, he could only handle one. He might be a pro, but Bakugou was a master, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d gulped down every last drop they had to offer. To that end, he could even ignore the fact that his own cock was really fucking hard and really fucking pissed with him. By now, it was getting painful enough he wouldn’t have been surprised if it started yelling at him to touch me, goddammit.
It would just have to wait though. He needed his hands for balance and to keep them in place, and fuck if it wasn’t worth it. He’d take care of himself later, or perhaps one of them would. Todoroki, for all his smug pettiness, wasn’t one to leave a… a bro hanging (well, standing), but there was a good chance he wouldn’t even be able to take care of him, or anything, after this. Especially since Bakugou intended to make sure he wasn’t.
Neither of them would ever forget this, would ever forget him. He’d do Deku and Kirishima next, fair’s fair; it wouldn’t be right for this new guy with his grumpy lavender face to get more fun than them and their big smiles. And more importantly, it would be a bigger challenge. Which he’d easily master, and they would fucking remember it. He bet this new guy couldn’t do anything even remotely like it. He might be hot, in his ‘boo-hoo I’m such a tortured soul’ way, but he bet he couldn’t do shit.
Their breathing was getting more ragged by the second; their moans became erratic. Any moment now, one of them would shoot his load down Bakugou’s throat, and there was no question the other would follow soon after. It would be too much to swallow all at once, and with his lips not being able to fully close around them both, it would be gathering in his mouth, dripping down his chin as they filled him up, as he’d greedily slurp every drop he could catch—
There was a soft click above him. He couldn’t properly lift his head in this position, not with two cocks holding him in place, but straining his eyes, he managed to blink up at them…
…just in time for Todoroki’s phone to produce another click.
“Hold it like that, it’s an even prettier sight with your eyes open.”
Even through his stuttering breath, the flushed cheeks and darkened eyes, Todoroki still managed to look smug. If it hadn’t been so fucking hot it sent his cock twitching in painful despair - friction, now! – Bakugou swore he would have bitten down on him. It still pissed him off, but payback could wait. They were so close, they were all getting so close and they both looked so lovely like this, so hot and handsome and his, he could feel them, almost there…. Todoroki’s eyes were threatening to fall shut, he knew that tension in his hips, knew he was about to snap… He bet this time, he wouldn’t be silent; he’d scream, loud enough to be heard all the way to mess hall… And yet, he managed to keep his phone somewhat steady in his hand, trained on Bakugou’s face.
Well, if that was how he wanted to play it, he’d better get a good cum shot, or Bakugou would never let him hear the end of it.
Shinsou hissed, then remembered to show his manners, and Bakugou liked him an inch better for it.
“Bakugou,” he bit out in warning but couldn't construct the rest of the sentence. Was too far gone for it, really.
He came on Bakugou's tongue, his taste heavy and unfamiliar in its novelty. Of course, Bakugou couldn't swallow it all, not with them holding his mouth open, one cock shoving the viscous liquid deeper into his mouth and one pushing it outside, making it drip down his chin and chest.
He moaned, in bliss and to show his complaint, because damn, now he had to go back and change! It was always more work than necessary with these nerds.
Shinsou gasped, the sight clearly frying his brain.
Todoroki suddenly pulled back, away from his hot mouth - how dare he?! - but before Bakugou could voice his fury, Todoroki came on his lips and cheek, smearing his come all over his flushed skin. At least he did make some noise. And of course, took another pic.
“You're fucking pretty like this,” he panted, smile curling in appreciation.
“Yeah.” It clearly took Shinsou a lot of effort to find this highly significant and intelligent sentence inside in what was left of his brain.
Bakugou lost his voice. He really hoped they would remember the polite proceedings, or heads would roll.
Shinsou dug out a tissue and offered it to him before even tucking himself away; Todoroki pocketed his phone and quickly joined Bakugou on the floor.
“Oh, sorry, we made a mess.” Todoroki picked the tissue from Shinsou’s hand and wiped down Bakugou's face with remarkable gentleness, softly kissing the other corner of his mouth. “Really sorry about that.”
“Fucker,” was all Bakugou managed to breathe out. His voice sounded so wrecked it even surprised himself.
Todoroki didn’t bother to try hiding his delight at hearing him so broken as he leaned in to kiss him soundly on his lips.
Bakugou fell forward hungrily, desperate for the touch. He wondered if Todoroki would indeed be in a cruel mood and make him beg for it. He really didn't have the composure for it.
When he felt Todoroki’s cool fingers wrap around his length, Bakugou could have wept. But he didn't; he was stronger than that. Only when Todoroki also curled his other, warmer palm around his balls, rolling them slowly, did he cave and whimpered into the kiss.
He could feel Shinsou’s eyes burning his skin, igniting him with pride. He was still worth looking at, the boy hadn't left, he was staying with them until the end.
Maybe there really was something to that pastel fucker after all.
Todoroki took mercy on him and didn't try to draw it out – instead, he made him come with a clever flick of his wrist, and Bakugou sobbed into his mouth. Oh, it was good, so good to finally let go.
Todoroki had thoroughly cleaned Bakugou’s face (his shirt was a lost cause), everyone had tucked themselves in, and they’d made it out of the gym unseen. Shinsou had still not been able to form whole sentences by the time they parted ways, so Bakugou wasn’t going to hold the lack of further participation or a proper Goodbye against him. At least this once.
While Todoroki and Shinsou were heading straight for mess hall, where most of the others had likely already finished their breakfast, Bakugou took a detour to his room to change his telltale shirt and maybe brush his teeth before class (while the thought of just letting it linger all day was hot, he knew from experience that the taste and smell wouldn’t be). He was just about to open the door when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
A group text from Todoroki, to him, Deku and Kirishima.
A photo.
Of him.
Captioned: And you said I shouldn’t call him a bigmouth.