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He gripped the controller harshly, scowling at the screen that had You Lose written across it. He calmly set the controller down on the table in front of him.
“Oh come on, babe, it happens. Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.” He set down his own controller and sat next to him on the couch. “Leo has some amazing combos, and this is your first time playing. You just need practice”
“Doesn’t help you always play Jin Kazama. You’ve played him so much you know every combo move now…” The smaller boy grumbled, throwing a pout at the taller boy.
Shouto Todoroki smiled as he tousled his boyfriend’s hair. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll let you play a bunch before I fight you again. I could even teach you how to play him” A faint smile spread across Izuku Midoriya’s lips, causing Shouto to blush lightly.
The bi-colored boy with hair rested his hand on Izuku’s shoulder. They paused and stared at each other. Each passing moment, Izuku’s face grew redder and redder.
He broke eye contact, laughing awkwardly, “So, what’s for,” Shouto moved his hand away. “What’s for dinner?” He finished, still not looking up.
“I was going to make you your pork cutlet bowl and I was going to eat some soba.” He replied, turning off the gaming console. Izuku thought for a second then shook his head. “No pork? Do you want some rice, then?” He shook his head again. “What do you want?”
Izuku bit his bottom lip, focusing on the controller in front of him. “I,” he started, shifting back into the couch before sitting back up, placing his elbows on his knees.
“If you want, I can order something. There’s plenty of sushi and ramen shops open yet, I’m sure I’ll be able to run out and bring something home before one of them close.”
The young boy took a deep breath before looking up. “Iwanttodomyou.” He rushed out, keeping eye contact. He let the breath out slowly.
Shouto blinked a few times. “What?”
“I. Want. To. Dom. You.”
“No, no, Izuki, I understood that.” He took his lover’s hands, lacing their fingers. “I’m just… are you sure? You’ve never wanted to before.”
The green-haired boy puffed his cheeks out. “I want to.”
“Serious?”
“Serious.”
“Alright, Izuku, do you-” Todoroki was silenced by having the other press his lips to his own, muffling the rest of his sentence. His wrists were squeezed by Izuku’s hands, pinning them up as he was pushed so his back was against the couch, having Izuku on the top.
“It’s Sir to you.” He growled in his ear after they separated.
Shouto grinned, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Yes, Sir. Does Sir need a few minutes to himself?”
Izuku nipped at the other’s cold ear, making him shudder underneath him. “I’ll call you in.” He whispered before getting up and pacing to the bedroom they shared.
Shouto sighed and sat up, trying to collect his racing thoughts and calm down his throbbing body. He was excited, terribly excited for what his Deku was setting up. He leaned against the arm rest and took a few deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling.
A few more minutes passed before the bedroom door opened with Izuku’s voice calling out his name, “Shouto, come.” The boy obeyed and stood, walking over to the door.
He stopped in his tracks as blood rushed to his groin once Izuku was in view.
Izuku had put gel in his usually wild hair, causing it to hang down in his face, framing it and his eyes. He wore a black suit jacket, no shirt under it, and matching suit pants. The tie, oh god the tie, was a dark green that was very messy. He looked so goddamn sexy.
“Come,” Izuku demanded, pointing at the floor in front of him. His unwavering tone made Shouto shake, but he obeyed and sat on his knees in front of his Sir. He noticed the shoes, matching the suit. He shuddered when Izuku pressed the very same shoe against his leg. “Look up at me.”
Shouto grinned and looked up. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish.” He held his hands behind his back.
“Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face.” He pressed his shoe harder against Shouto’s leg. “Now.” He crossed his arms, watching the grin fade. “Good boy. Good boys get rewards.” He pushed the boy's knees open, pressing the edge of his shoe against his crotch.
“Izuku-,” He cleared his throat in response. “ Sir , please.”
Izuku smiled and bent down on one knee, unbuttoning Shouto’s shirt slowly. “Remember, good boys get rewards. Do you think you’ve been a good boy for me?” He leaned down and kissed the exposed skin as he finished the last button.
A moan slipped out of Shouto’s lips, tilting his head back. He leaned back on his hands. “Touch me, please…”
Izuku all but refused, biting the exposed neck as he stripped the shirt off, leaving it a bundled mess around Shouto’s wrists. He ran his hand through the red side of his hair, pulling on it. “I want you to be on the bed, bent over in the next couple of seconds.” He pulled away from him, taking a step back to look at his disheveled boyfriend.
“Sir…” he whined at the lack of touch. Shouto obeyed quickly, shedding his shirt as he watched Izuku slowly unbelted his pants. He bent over the bed, facing away from his Master. His left side heated quickly in anticipation.
“Watch the sheets,” Izuku commented, watching small flames char the sheets that Shouto gripped. The belt he removed was folded in half, then snapped. “You’ve been a bad boy, Shouto. Ruining the sheets like that?” He swayed toward him. “Bad boys get punished.” He enunciated the last syllable, then whipped his ass with the belt.
Shouto cried out, the flames dying out. “Oh, look at that. At a loss for words?” He whipped it again, harder than before. “Speak, Shouto.”
A low whine came out as he buried his face in the sheets, shaking. Izuku shook his head at the silence, and reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped Shouto’s pants, letting them sag before yanking them, and his boxers, down past his knees.
“I demanded something, Shouto. Give it to me.” He whipped the bare ass harshly with the belt, then gave him an extra few lashes. His ass was now a bright red, already bruising.
“Fuck, Izuku!” He cried out, pressing his pelvic area into the bed as he received another lashing. “Sir!” He corrected, his body shaking. “Fucking hell…”
Izuku dropped the belt on the floor behind Shouto, then wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I can’t do it, T-Todo!” He wailed, sniffling and blinking back tears. “I hurt y-yoouuu!”
Shouto winced as he moved, his entire backside throbbing, placing a reassuring hand on his lover’s arms. “You did great, babe. I’m proud that you got so far!”
Warm tears landed on his shoulders. “Shooootooo! I’m so sorry!”
He smiled lightly in response, lifting Izuku’s arms and turning to face him, clasping his face in his hands, staring into those gorgeous green eyes. “You did well. I am so very proud of you, Deku!” He kissed his nose lightly and used his thumbs to wipe away tears. “I’ll take care of things, okay?” A slow nod. “Good, good. How would you like it today?”
“Dhddn…” Izuku mumbled, refusing to make eye contact and digging his fingers into where his hands were placed on Shouto’s arms. He raised an eyebrow in response, tilting his head. “Daddy!” He blurted out finally, his cheeks tinting with red, glancing at his lover quickly.
Shouto did not need any other words, he was still very much riled up from Izuku’s show. He grabbed the dark green tie he wore yet, and pulled himself, along with Izuku, down against the bed. “I’ll take care of everything now,” he whispered softly, pecking kisses on his neck, jaw, then a soft one on his lips.
Izuku whined when Shouto pulled away, wanting more of his touch. “You’re my lovely little whore, Deku. You know that, right?” He nodded weakly, exposing his neck as his pants grew tighter. “You’re a such a good little whore.” He purred in the other’s ear softly, trailing his cold fingers down Izuku’s bare chest. A slow moan escaped his lips as Shouto’s fingers reached the top of his pants, pulling at them.
“Touucchh meee!” Izuku whined loudly, tilting his pelvis up. “P-please, Daddy!” His face grew bright red with embarrassment and squeezed his eyes shut.
Shouto smiled, pressing his lips against Izuku’s bare neck. He bared his teeth, scraping them against the neck before biting and sucking roughly. Shouto took this opportunity and unbuttoned and unzipped Izuku’s suit pants, fingertips edging under his boxers. He moved to another spot, lower, on his neck, biting and sucking again.
He pulled his mouth away, and kissed down slowly, biting playfully in some spots. He started near the collarbone, down his chest, biting his right nipple harshly. Izuku groaned, fisting his hands into Shouto’s bi-colored hair. It was almost painful for him to keep the pants on much longer.
It felt like his unspoken prayer was answered when Shouto’s hands slid down and under his ass, grabbing the back of the pants and pulling them down in one strong, swift movement. He kissed further down, stopping at the band of his boxers. “I need to you tell me what you want, my little Deku.”
His eyes opened halfway, staring at the ceiling. “P-please, Daddy,” Izuku gasped when the cold fingers trailed over his arousal. “Again!” Shouto obeyed, trailing the covered length slowly and lightly, sending chills. “M-more, please, Daddy. I want more!”
“How much more, my little whore?”
Izuku hesitated, a blush coming to his cheeks. “I want Daddy to make me feel good, p-please touch my c-c-cock!” He threw his arm over his face, hiding behind the suit jacket’s arm.
“Your wish, my little Deku. I’ll make my whore feel nice and good.” Shouto whispered, pulling the boxers off. He grinned at the member in front of him before licking up the length ever-so-slowly. Izuku gasped and moaned from the touch, grinding his hips towards his lover.
Shouto cast a glance up at his precious little Izuku before taking the throbbing head in his mouth. “Fuck!” Shouto sucked roughly for a second, then let the cock pop out.
He pulled away, completely pulling off the pants and boxers from his legs, throwing them to the floor behind him. Izuku was still in a slight ecstasy moment, allowing Shouto to strip the suit jacket off without much resistance.
“Shouto, please come back… touch me m-more…” he trailed off as Shouto climbed on the bed next to Izuku.
“Deku, my babe, could you lay on the bed a little better?” Izuku obeyed, eager to be rewarded with pleasure. Instead of laying, though, he propped himself up against the wall.
“I-I wanna watch you…” he mumbled, stretching out his legs and spreading them slightly.
Shouto grinned, crawling between scarred legs. “Easier access.” He dug his fingers into both thighs, heating one and chilling the other. “Let me please you, my little whore.” Shouto twirled his tongue around the head of Izuku’s cock.
“Oh, yes!” Izuku thrust his hips up, tilting his head back against the wall. One of his hands were clenched in the red hair, the other was grasping the sheets. His body felt like it was on fire. He glanced at Shouto to make sure that wasn’t the deal. He saw his beloved taking more of his cock in his mouth, one of his hands caressing his balls, heating them up to just the right heat, amplifying his pleasure.
The changing temperatures in Shouto’s mouth were driving him up the wall in pleasure. His breathing got heavier. “S-sho, I’m gonna-”
Shouto pulled away quickly, shaking his head. “Not allowed, my little whore. I want to see my Deku in the most pleasure he can be before he’s allowed to cum.” He leaned over to kiss Izuku softly, which the kiss was returned passionately. Shouto slid a hand to the back of Izuku’s head, tugging on the green strands before pulling him into a deeper kiss.
They pulled away from each other panting softly, looking into each other’s eyes. Shouto caressed Izuku’s face with one hand. “My little Deku. I love you. Could you be a dear and do me a favor?” He nodded anxiously, biting his lower lip. “I want you to give me some pleasure, too, babe.”
The green haired hero blushed as they switched spots, moving his hand down to wrap it around Shouto’s cock. He was shaking so much from nervousness. They’ve had sex plenty of times, but Izuku is just a nervous being. Especially when it came to Shouto Todoroki. He knew all of the spots that made his boyfriend crazy.
Izuku exposed the head of Shouto’s cock, licking it ever so slowly. He twirled his tongue before kissing the head, down the shaft towards his testicles, which he nipped at playfully. He jerked off Shouto slowly, kissing his inner thigh gently. He licked down, leaving kisses, then returning to where he kissed first and bit him.
Shouto tilted his head to the right, trying to keep his composure as he panted softly. “My little Deku,” he gasped as Izuku bit deeper on his thigh. “You need to be careful, or I’m gonna take matters in my own hands, whore.”
The green-haired hero chuckled before trailing kisses up the shaft, moving his hands away. He lapped at the head slowly before taking the length in his mouth, meeting Shouto’s hands with his own, interlocking their fingers.
He closed his eyes, his cheeks and ears burning red as he took the rest of Shouto’s considerable length. He wanted to snap Shouto’s composure, he wanted him to be rough with him. He desperately wanted to be pounded. Izuku pulled up, slightly out of breath. “I… I want you, Shouto,” he whined then returned to sucking him off.
“G-god, you whore. I bet you fucking do. I’ll make,” Shouto moaned softly when Izuku bit his side. “I’ll make sure to tease you real nice, you fucking slut. I’ll be sure to play with you, bite, kiss and suck everywhere.”
Izuku sat up, turning Shouto’s face to his. “D-Daddy, please…” He finally removed the loose tie around his neck, placing it in Shouto’s hands. He held out his arms, biting his bottom lip. “M-make me your wh-whore.” He shifted uncomfortably, meeting his eyes.
Shouto grinned and proudly tied Izuku’s hands in an elaborate knot. “I only wish I had something to tie you to, my little Deku. What’s our safe word?”
“A-avocado…”
“And if you can’t speak?” Izuku responded with four hums in a row. “Good boy.” Shouto grabbed the boy’s chin and tilted it up, licking up his neck and over his Adam’s apple. “I’m gonna be nice and rough with you.” A gleam was in Izuku’s eyes and he licked his lips hungrily.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” Izuku demanded. “Now.”
Shouto grinned, sitting on Izuku’s legs. “You’re such a demanding whore, aren’t you?” He lined up their cocks, grasping both of them. “I’ll give you what you’re due, you little fucking slut.”
This was the Shouto Todoroki that Izuku knew. Everyone else knew the stoic, quiet and respectful Shouto. Not Izuku, he knew the dark, dom side that he harbored. He loved both, but oh damn, he loved the darker side of him. He wouldn’t want it any other way.
Shouto began to jerk both of them off, raking the nails of his free hand down Izuku’s chest. “I could take my time. I still haven’t found all of those little spots of yours, Deku.” He grabbed Izuku’s side, digging his nails in. “I’d love to make you scream my name.” Growling, Shouto leaned down and bit below Izuku’s collarbone.
“Ouch! Sh-shouto! Are you trying to d-draw blood?”
Chuckling, Shouto responded, “I could. I’d rather not stain these sheets, love. Maybe another time. Now quiet, bitch, or I’ll gag you.”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Threat or promise?”
“Where’s the sex stuff, Izuku.” He pointed to the closet with both hands. Shouto released their cocks, climbing off the bed. He strolled towards the closet, making sure Izuku has full view of his ass when opens the closet and bends over to dig through piles of clothes. He stood up and returned to the bed, holding a small box in his hands. Shouto set it on the bed, opening it up. “What should we do today? We have rope, which we need to pick more up,” he lifted up the rope that was beginning to fray. “We have enough wax…”
He shrugged weakly, wanting some sexual relief. Izuku dug out the blindfold with his restrained hands and held it up. “Surprise me?” He asked, “don’t forget the earplugs.”
Shouto studied him worriedly. “Are you sure? Last time we tried this…”
“Yes. Yes, I think I can handle it. Avocado, remember?” He laughed lightly, leaning forward.
“Alright, alright. I will take it off once we fuck. Got that, slut? Until then, I want to hear you through the gag.” He demanded, tying the silk blindfold around Izuku’s eyes. He reached back into the box, pulling out the earplugs out. “Get comfortable, Deku.” Izuku positioned himself on the bed, laying on his back and his restrained wrists above his head. He placed the earplugs in carefully and placed a kiss on his lips before pulling out the ballgag. He put it in his mouth and tightened the tie.
Shouto leaned back, looking at his Izuku. The sensory deprivation only making him harder as he lay in front of Shouto. He groaned against the gag, arching his hips as if saying ‘please’. He smiled at Izuku’s desperation, trailing his ice cold fingers up his scarred thighs, tracing the individual scars. He wrapped his warm hand around his cock, jerking it slowly as his ice fingertips trailed up his body.
Izuku pant against the gag, shivering as Shouto’s fingers would touch different spots on his body. It all tingled, he tingled with excitement. The unknown, in this case, was attractive to him. He wanted more of his body exposed.
Shouto removed his hands, making Izuku whine through the gag. He felt his legs spread as Shouto spread his thighs slowly. Then, nothing. A warm, lubed finger poked at Izuku’s rear, sliding in slowly. He lifted his hips up, begging him silently for more. Shouto kept his pace, slowly fingering him with just one finger. If he peeked just right under the blindfold, he could see the bi-colored hair of his Shouto.
He slowly prodded a second finger in, thrusting and curling them. Izuku dug his fingernails into his own palms, bending his knees to lift his ass up more. Shouto removed his fingers, and Izuku cried in protest. The cry turned into a groan as his legs were lifted up, and Shouto’s tongue replaced his fingers.
Izuku’s body twitched as Shouto’s fingers dived in again, rough and hard. He let out a warning while, moving his bound wrists to hold his ankles up as well as he could.
Shouto removed his mouth and fingers, grinning slightly to see his mess of a boyfriend. He was drooling through his gag, grinding his hips uselessly. He slapped Izuku’s ass roughly, causing him to buck in response. He smiled as Izuku slowly came down, relaxing as drool ran down his cheek.
Shouto wiped his cheek gently, trailing his fingers down to his throat before pressing gently on his Adam’s apple. It bobbed as Izuku swallowed weakly, lifting his chin up. Shouto wrapped a hand around the exposed neck, squeezing just enough to choke Izuku lightly. He then took his free hand, the cold one, and jerked Izuku’s cock.
“Plmhfm! Fhhth, plmhfm!” Izuku cried out through the gag, pressing the back of his head and his shoulders into the bed as he arched his body up. Shouto paused, removing the hand around Izuku’s neck to remove the gag. He yanked it from his mouth, pushing the blindfold away from his eyes. “P-please… Fuck,” he panted, meeting Shouto’s gaze. “Fuck me. Now .” Shouto removed the earplugs slowly.
“Mmm, I think I can do that, my Deku.” Shouto moved to unbind his wrists. “You did amazing,” Izuku beamed, “now I want you to turn around so I can prep you more.” He nodded, pushing off the blindfold, throwing it on the bedroom floor. The green-haired hero turned himself, sitting on his knees and elbows, presenting his ass.
Shouto smiled softly, grabbing the muscled ass and spreading it. “I’ll never get sick of this view.” He buried two fingers in, curling them down as he thrust them in. Izuku bowed his head as he cried out, moaning his name. Shouto leaned forward, licking the exposed hole as he continued to thrust. “I’ll make sure you get all nice and satisfied, babe.”
“Ah, Sh..shoto, please, if yo-you do it too reckless...lessly... “
“Oh, come on. What word do we use when addressing me?”
“D-daddy, I’m sorry!”
Shouto pulled away, sliding a third finger into Izuku’s ass. “I suppose, I should put my dick in, shouldn’t I? Or should I take it nice,” he thrust roughly, “and slow?” He thrust again. Each of the finger thrusts brushed against Izuku’s prostate briefly, making his body shake. “I can’t wait to bury my dick into your warm-”
“Fuck! Sho… Daddy, I’m about t-to-” Izuku warned, warmth pooling under his stomach. Shouto slammed his fingers in repeatedly, clawing his free hand down Izuku’s thigh. “I’m.. oh… fuck!” Izuku yelled out as he came onto the sheets underneath him. Shouto stopped clawing and wrapped his arm around Izuku’s hips, grasping his cock and began to thrust it into his hand. “Oh God, Shouto!” He squeezed his eyes shut, his body shaking due to overstimulation. Izuku moved his hand and weakly grabbed Shouto’s wrist, panting. “I-I can’t…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get more out of you,” Shouto whispered into Izuku’s ear, slowly thrusting his fingers at a steady pace. “Slowly, yet surely.”
“Shouto… Shouto, y-you little shit! I-I want it now!”
“Impatient, are we?” Izuku nodded quickly, pressing his ass into Shouto’s palm. “Should I give you what you want?”
“Yes!” He cried out, his prostate being brushed against again. The stimulation was blurring his vision slightly.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, reaching for the bottle of lubricant. Izuku peeked between his legs to watch Shouto as he lubed his member. Izuku bit his lip in anticipation, his own member throbbing again. Shouto teased the ring of muscles with the head of his cock, circling the area slowly.
“Are you ready, my little Deku?” Shouto dug his fingers into Izuku’s hips, heating and cooling each respective side. He nodded, curling his hands in the sheets. “Good.” He pushed in slowly, pausing to let him adjust until he bottomed out.
Izuku moaned, grinding his ass slightly as he adjusted to the sizeable member in his ass. “Mmm, fuck, Daddy.” He signed in content before motioning for Shouto to begin thrusting, which he happily did. He adjusted himself so he was positioned to slam into Izuku’s prostate with each thrust.
“God, Izuku, your ass is so warm.” Shouto tilted his head back, picking up a quick, yet steady, thrusting pace. “I’ll never get tired of how this feels… ah!”
Izuku clenched around him, leaning back to meet Shouto’s thrusts. “Shut… shut up and fuck me, Daddy!” He was panting already, the warm feeling pooling again. “Maybe, ah, maybe we sh-should have waited.”
Shouto shook his head, clawing Izuku’s back as he thrust harder. “I got a little too worked up playing with you.” He kept one hand clutched on Izuku’s hip, with the other hand wrapping around Izuku’s cock, pumping quickly. “It’s entertaining to watch my little Deku twitch.”
He twitched as he said that, scowling to himself. It didn’t last long because Shouto gave up the rhythm for speed, pulling his length in and out of Izuku, bottoming out each time. He constantly slammed into the other’s prostate.
Izuku gasped, seeing stars in his vision again. “Holy mother of, Shouto, I’m gonna…” He grunted in response, warming up the hand that was on Izuku’s cock. A tumble of oh gods, oh fucks, and shits came from his mouth as he reached his climax, calling out Shouto’s name as ribbons of cum escaped from his cock.
“Fuck!” Shouto swore as Izuku clenched around his cock, tighter than earlier. He continued thrusting until he was able to cum, burying his member deep. “Oh, my little Deku.” Shouto leaned forward, resting his head against Izuku’s back as they both pant.
After a few moments of staying like that, Shouto pulled out and away from Izuku, both of them collapsing onto the bed. Shouto propped himself up to look at his Deku, brushing the wild hair away from his eyes to smile gently as the flushed face.
Izuku opened his eyes, meeting them with Shouto’s. He blushed and leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips. “I love you, Shouto.”
He chuckled softly, “I love you too, Izuku. Is your body going to be okay? Anything hurt?”
“Besides my ass?” Izuku raised an eyebrow jokingly. “No, babe. Everything’s okay.”
“Couch, floor or messy bed night?”
“Messy bed night, I’m too exhausted to move too much.”
“That’s fine.” Shouto pulled the pillows under his head and scooted up. He patted the spot on his chest, motioning for Izuku to come rest there. He obeyed, turning his body to curl up into the cooling side. Shouto pulled a small blanket up to their legs, wrapping both arms around the curled up boy. “Let’s get some,” Shouto yawned, “rest.”
Izuku nodded, his eyes already closed.
It wasn’t long before both of them were asleep in each other’s arms.
A certain, Izuku-crazed blonde was sitting near the wall of the bedroom door. Himiko Toga sat happily, a hand shoved down her skirt and a knife against her own exposed stomach.
"That. Was. Great."
She giggled softly before getting up to make her way to the empty couch, flopping on it before licking her soaked fingers.