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It was a normal Thursday night in Sero and Todoroki’s shared apartment — the two of them were sitting cross-legged on their rickety old couch, with boxes full of take-out soba (one hot and one cold) on their laps, and a shoujo anime playing on their TV.
Sero loved Thursdays. Getting to watch cheesy romance shows and spend time with Todoroki like this, reminiscent of the old days at UA before they were both freshly-debuted, sleep deprived pro-heroes.
At the moment though, Sero was maybe a little too focused on the latter, so preoccupied with subtly looking at his pretty roommate over the top of the take-out container that when Todoroki spoke, Sero had no idea what he was talking about.
“Television is so misleading. People don’t even do that. I hope kids don’t watch this program.”
“Hmm?” Sero hummed, taking a swig of soda to buy himself time as he tried to save face and remember what had just been said on TV.
“Are you even paying attention?” Todoroki arched a brow at him, then glanced quickly at the screen. “ Dirty talk , Sero.”
Sero choked on his drink.
“Wh-what?!” he sputtered, alarmed.
Todoroki rolled his eyes. “The male lead just told the female lead to ‘talk dirty to him’.”
Sero cleared his throat as he finished coughing, wondering what the fuck anime they were even watching , and which one of them had chosen it.
“Jesus,” he wheezed. “Yeah, sorry, missed that.”
He turned toward the TV, resolving to pay better attention. However, a few seconds later, the first thing Todoroki said finally fully registered.
“Wait,” Sero said slowly, turning right back to Todoroki. “Did you just say people don’t do that? As in, people don’t talk dirty?”
“Yes,” Todoroki replied, arching a brow at him. “That stuff is only in porn. And bad anime, apparently.”
Sero snorted, but Todoroki’s only response was mismatched brows canting slightly in confusion. An uncertain grin stretched over Sero’s face. He couldn’t tell if Todoroki was joking.
“What are you talking about, dude?” he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
Sero’s forehead creased. He took another bite of soba, then proceeded to talk with his mouth full.
“Like, wha’d’ya mean it’s only in porn? Everyone does that, man!”
His eyes widened as he watched Todoroki’s cheeks tint pink.
“That’s not true. No one’s ever done that to me, and I don’t do that.”
Jesus Christ.
This was more insight into Todoroki’s sex life than Sero really thought he’d be getting tonight.
Todoroki’s tone was a little defensive, though, and it had Sero’s smile softening a bit. He pulled his legs closer to his body and shifted to face Todoroki.
“Okay, you’re right, not everyone ,” he said in a calm tone, doing his best not to reveal how jittery he suddenly felt inside. “I just meant that that’s pretty normal, man. That’s all.”
Todoroki seemed to think for a moment before responding. Then, “...is it really?”
Sero exhaled a chuckle.
“Yeah, I mean, of course. What else do you talk about while you’re — you know,” he replied. “The weather?”
Todoroki’s forehead creased a bit. “Um. It’s always been pretty quiet for me,” he mumbled after a pause. “Or at least, not a lot of actual words…”
Sero blinked. He could feel his cheeks flushing quickly.
He had suspected that Todoroki wasn’t a complete virgin - they were 23 years old, and like everyone Todoroki had ever met was into him - but he’d never really asked about it. But now he had the edges of something to picture, and he felt the mood shifting a little around them.
He didn’t know what to say. But he really wished his cock would quit with the interested twitching. Todoroki was his roommate , and one of his best friends.
“Oh,” Sero said eventually, sounding every bit as eloquent as he felt. He attempted to shoot Todoroki an easy smile. “I mean, that’s totally normal, too, man. Whatever floats your boat.”
He immediately cringed internally at how awkward and forced his words had come out.
Todoroki didn’t reply to him. Sero forced himself to turn back to the TV, even as he continued to watch Todoroki from his peripheral vision. A quick glance to the side showed Sero that he had pulled his lower lip between his teeth. His eyes were on his soba.
Sero took a quiet, shaky breath, and just waited. He knew better than to think he’d gotten out of continuing the conversation. He could spot Todoroki’s contemplation face from a mile away.
“Um,” Todoroki said after about five minutes. “Sero?”
“Yeah?” Sero said casually, not looking away from the TV, despite his heartbeat suddenly residing in his throat.
“How- how does it work?”
Sero swallowed. Oh god. “How does what work?”
“You know what I mean,” Todoroki said quietly. He did. He was just buying himself time. “How does - how does dirty talk work?”
“Uh.” Sero felt his throat going dry. He glanced around, thinking, but came up with nothing he felt like he could say without melting into the ground. Eventually, red-cheeked, he mumbled, “It’s kind of hard to, like, explain .”
“Oh.”
Sero sucked in a slow breath, keeping his eyes glued to the screen, praying Todoroki would leave it at that.
“Well, you could show me, then?”
Sero’s eyes widened a fraction as his heart suddenly sped up to a sprint in his chest. Todoroki definitely did not leave it at that.
“Show you,” Sero repeated.
It wasn’t really a question, but he saw Todoroki nod from the corner of his eye.
Holy shit.
Hoooooooly shit.
Sero slowly leaned forward and put his take out container down on the coffee table, trying to give himself time to paste his usual grin in place. Hopefully, it would mask his nerves. If he didn’t keep cool, and Todoroki pieced together the real reason why, it would probably put some strain on their friendship - and, not to mention, on their shared lease.
“Sure, I can do that,” Sero laughed, finally looking at him as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.
Todoroki’s expression was, of course, completely unreadable - what was new.
Well, here went nothing.
Sero swept his gaze over Todoroki, looking for inspiration. Not that it was particularly hard to find. He noticed Todoroki’s eyes widening.
“Ah, okay.” Sero said after a moment. He felt his face heating rapidly, but he pushed through the embarrassment. He did have one request, though. “Uh, close your eyes, yeah?”
“Why?”
Sero chuckled. “This is way too embarrassing to say to your face, dude - usually you say this stuff, like, in the moment , with someone you’re about to sleep with.”
Todoroki nodded slowly. His expression remained neutral, but his cheeks were getting a little splotchy, giving him away. After a second, his eyes fluttered closed.
Sero took a deep breath.
It was kind of overwhelming trying to decide what type and level of dirty talk would be appropriate for this extremely bizarre situation. Probably something as vanilla as possible that would still get the point across, right? Best not to freak the poor guy out the first time.
“Okay, uh, so I guess pretend that I’m some guy you’ve just brought home,” he started slowly.
Todoroki nodded. Sero took a breath before continuing.
He soon found, however, after a few minutes of staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at Todoroki, that to get any further words to actually come out of his mouth, he had to close his own eyes, too. He let them fall shut, trying to focus on anything other than his flip-flopping stomach.
“So… so maybe we’re kissing on the couch,” Sero continued, attempting to set the mood a bit before springing anything on Todoroki. He couldn’t help the way the image sprang to his own mind as well.
“And… and maybe… if we pulled back to breathe for a second or something, I-I’d do it then. Something like… like, ‘God, you’re so gorgeous - I wanna kiss you all over’.”
Sero’s eyes shot open on the last word, laser focusing on Todoroki for his reaction.
He chewed on his lip, trying to ignore his own flaming face.
Todoroki’s brows were slowly pinching together, like he was confused and unimpressed. Sero chuckled, despite himself.
“Yes?” he asked, a grin stretching over his face. “What, not up to your standards?”
Todoroki frowned.
“It just feels sort of... weird,” he mumbled.
Sero laughed again, some of his discomfort slipping away. “Probably because this kind of thing wouldn’t usually happen while you’re sitting across the couch from your roommate. You’d be like, in physical contact with your partner, or whatever, at the very least.”
Todoroki’s frown deepened.
“And this is really something you enjoy?”
“Yeah,” Sero shrugged. “It’s really nice when it’s actually happening.”
Todoroki’s eyes were still closed. His lower lip jutted out at Sero’s comment.
“I want to understand,” he said.
Sero reached out and playfully poked at his lip, trying to put it back into place.
“It’s okay, dude. You will someday, I’m sure.”
The pour returned with full force, rendering Sero’s efforts pointless.
“Can’t you show me more... realistically?”
Sero’s hand froze in midair. He suddenly felt like someone had punched the wind out of him.
“R-realistically?” he squeaked.
Todoroki’s eyes finally opened. He looked a little annoyed.
“Yes. A real demonstration.”
Sero swallowed around his dry throat.
“Seriously?”
“Of course. Why would I joke about something like this?”
Sero screamed inside his head.
“Right,” he said, conceding defeat. “Uh, I would need to get... um - closer...”
Todoroki nodded, then placed his take out container on the coffee table next to Sero’s. Then, he turned so that he was facing Sero, sitting cross-legged on the couch.
“That’s fine.”
Sero’s eyes widened. He was definitely going to have a heart attack.
“Uh, okay. C-Close your eyes again, then.”
He did.
Sero shifted slowly onto his knees, then shuffled toward him. He placed a gentle hand on his cheek, to let him know he was there.
“This okay?”
Todoroki nodded, a bit jerky.
“Cool,” Sero breathed. “I’m— uh— gonna start now.”
Another nod of approval.
Slowly, trying to control the shakiness in his hand, Sero brushed a lock of Todoroki’s hair behind his ear. He secured it there before bringing his fingers to Todoroki’s chin and guiding it upward.
Leaning in, he whispered, “God, you’re so gorgeous.”
Todoroki’s breath hitched. Sero paused, letting his fingers trail lightly down the skin of Todoroki’s neck, stopping when he felt the fabric of his shirt collar. He could barely hear himself over his own beating heart.
“I can’t wait to get you out of these clothes and kiss every inch of you, sweetheart.”
Todoroki gasped softly, eyes shooting open.
Sero stumbled as he tried to back off as quickly as possible. He hadn’t really meant to use the pet name, it had just naturally slipped out, and now his face was on fire.
He was opening his mouth to apologize when Todoroki said, “ Oh .”
Sero blinked.
“Oh?” he laughed airily, trying to keep the mood light.
Todoroki nodded.
“I-I think I get it.”
“Oh,” Sero echoed awkwardly, not quite meeting Todoroki’s gaze as his cheeks reddened further. “Uh, good. That’s good.”
“Yes. That was...” Todoroki started, then trailed off, causing Sero another spike of anxiety.
“Uh - sorry if I got carried away,” he mumbled.
“Not at all,” Todoroki replied. “I - um - that was… nice.”
Sero finally looked at him again. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes looked a bit distant.
“Oh?” Sero said hopefully. Maybe he hadn’t ruined their friendship after all.
“Yes.”
Sero nodded.
“Well,” he said weakly. “That’s - that’s good, then.”
He turned back to stare resolutely at the TV.
Good. He’d helped Todoroki discover something about himself, and now they could stop this immediately and pretend it had never happened. And Sero could also pretend that the sound of Todoroki’s breath hitching in his ear wouldn’t inevitably replay in his head the next time he was alone in his room.
“Do you mind if... if I try it on you?”
Sero froze.
He stared unblinkingly at the TV. Even his breathing stopped.
Then, his brows rose so fast they nearly shot off his forehead as he whipped back around to Todoroki.
“On— on me?!”
“Yes,” Todoroki nodded. “I want to see if I can do it, too.”
Sero gulped, heart racing in his chest as his eyes widened.
This was a terrible idea.
The worst idea.
There was no way he could get out of that without embarrassing himself.
He should say no.
“Sure, why not?” he said instead, voice weak. “Where do you want me?”
Maybe he was secretly a masochist, because this was certainly not going to end well for him.
"Hmmm." Todoroki glanced around. "Um, just sit down again, I think."
Sero nodded slowly, then followed his direction, sinking back onto the couch and planting his feet on the ground once more. When he was settled, he looked expectantly at Todoroki. Expectant of what, however, he was still unsure.
"Can- can you close your eyes, too?" Todoroki asked after a few more moments of silence.
Sero arched a brow, but did as he was told. Almost immediately, he could feel his skin flushing from the heightened anticipation that came with not being able to see.
"Thanks."
"No problem, dude," Sero murmured.
The couch cushions dipped next to him, and his breath caught in his throat. He felt light-headed, heart pounding in his ears as he waited to see what Todoroki would do.
He was so caught up in trying to guess what was about to happen from subtle shifts in the weight on the couch that he nearly screamed when Todoroki suddenly swung a leg over him, straddling his hips and sitting down on his thighs.
"T-Todoroki?!"
"Is this not okay?" Todoroki asked. He sounded a little shy, and suddenly Sero wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and see that expression for himself, but he didn't want to betray the strange, precarious trust Todoroki had placed in him.
"It's fine," he breathed instead. "You just surprised me, that's all."
"Ah," Todoroki said. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay," Sero said. He kept his hands where they'd been on the couch, not daring to press his luck by settling them on Todoroki's waist, even though that felt natural for this position.
He didn't know what the rules of this strange dance were.
"I'm ready when you are.”
"Right," Todoroki said. He went quiet for a moment, and Sero could practically hear him thinking. "So - I just - just tell you what I want to do?"
Sero deliberately ignored his body's response to that phrasing.
It's just a demonstration. Calm down. He didn't mean it that way.
"Yeah. What you want to do, or what you will do. Sometimes people give compliments, or even say teasing things if their partner is into that."
"Teasing things?"
Sero felt himself blushing deeper.
Oh god.
Why had he had to say that? Why, in this already ridiculous situation, had he decided to also task himself with explaining degradation kink to Todoroki Shouto?
"Uh - pretend insults, I guess?” he mumbled. “F-for example, uh..."
"Yes?"
Sero cleared his throat. Then, he simultaneously cursed and thanked the gods above for the fact that he couldn't see Todoroki's face as he whispered, "Uh… Look at you, crawling all over me before our show even ends.” Sero was going to die, this was the end. “Couldn't even wait for me? You must be desperate."
For a few moments, Todoroki was silent above him.
Please don't get a boner, Sero willed his cock as his heart pounded. Not now not now not now not--
"People like that sort of thing?" Todoroki finally asked.
Sero’s mouth lifted into a smile.
"Definitely," he replied with a chuckle, and he commended himself for sounding much more put together than he felt.
Todoroki went quiet again. Then, after a few long seconds, he whispered, "Do you?"
Sero's breathing stopped momentarily.
Of course that had been coming. What were boundaries at this point, anyway?
When he replied, his voice was so soft he worried for a moment that Todoroki wouldn't hear him.
"Y-yeah…” he said. “Sometimes."
“Oh,” Todoroki breathed. After a few seconds, he added, “I - um- I’m not sure if I’m ready to try that, yet.”
Oh, god. Sero felt his heart melting. How was he so cute in the middle of all this?
“That’s okay,” Sero assured. “You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, of course.”
“Right.”
“We can stop this whole thing and go back to eating soba if you want to.”
Sero mentally crossed his fingers, though he wasn’t entirely sure which outcome he was hoping for.
“No - I - uh, I want to try it. If that’s okay.”
Sero nodded.
“Of course.”
Despite his earlier rule about not moving his hands a single inch, he unstuck one of them from the couch and groped around blindly until he found Todoroki’s wrist. He took it in hand and ran a thumb lightly over his pulse point in what was hopefully a comforting manner.
“Why don’t you just start with a compliment, then? Those are usually easiest.”
Sero’s heart was still threatening to escape from his throat, but Todoroki’s anxiety made it easier to put his own on the backburner.
“A compliment,” Todoroki repeated. “Okay. Uh.”
“Maybe something about the way I look?” Sero prompted, ignoring the way his cheeks flushed with insecurity.
He would never put you down like that, even if he’s not into you , Sero reminded himself.
Sure enough, barely a beat later, Todoroki said, “Amazing.”
Sero’s breathing stuttered. “Wh-what?”
“You look amazing,” Todoroki repeated, the confidence back in his voice. “Under me, like this, I mean. I like it.”
Sero inhaled sharply.
“O-oh...”
Calm down calm down calm down, he told himself. He doesn’t really mean it.
“Is that correct?” Todoroki asked.
“Uh, y-yeah,” Sero replied. “That… that was good. Very good.”
"Oh. Good," Todoroki said, sounding genuinely pleased. "Should I keep going?"
A shaky breath left Sero at the question.
God no , he wanted to say. You're gonna kill me and our friendship is gonna be forever tainted by the memory of my raging hard on.
"If you want to," he said instead, and the words came out sounding much weaker than he would've liked.
"Okay," Todoroki replied, then went quiet, thinking for a moment. "Um. You're really strong, Hanta..."
Sero grinned, suddenly feeling a bit less overwhelmed, even as his heart thumped at the use of his given name.
Todoroki was honestly adorable, so unintentionally sweet through his inexperience. But Sero was almost 100% sure that didn't count as anything near dirty talk, and since this was a lesson, he should probably tell him.
"Tha—"
"—it makes it even more exciting to have you under me, waiting there like a good boy."
Sero's jaw dropped as his eyes shot open. He choked hard on the noise he made, and it came out strangled and squeaky.
Above him Todoroki looked collected as ever, though his cheeks were a little colored. "You said you'd close your eyes," he pointed out casually, as if reminding a petulant child of the playground rules.
Sero's brows shot up his forehead. " You said you didn't know how to do this!"
Todoroki blinked at him. "I don't. I just heard something like that in... in a movie," he mumbled the last few words, and Sero assumed he meant while watching porn, but he honestly didn't care enough to call him on it right now. "Was that okay?"
Sero’s brows shot up. He laughed weakly, shaking his head. "Y-yeah, it was - uh - really good, dude."
Todoroki nodded.
"You're squeezing me really hard," he went on. "Does that mean you liked it?"
Sero's eyes widened, and he looked down to where he still had a hold on Todoroki's wrist.
A hold that had indeed grown embarrassingly tight. He quickly let go of him all together, and placed his hand back on the couch.
"Sorry," he said, wincing at himself as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. "Uh - yeah, that— that means I liked it."
He gathered the courage to glance up at Todoroki's face when he didn't respond, and if he didn't know any better, he would swear he was witnessing a smirk pulling over his lips. His eyes widened.
"Anyways—” Sero said, a little louder than necessary given their proximity. "What did you think? This is about you , so, do you like it?"
Todoroki hummed, then nodded slowly, but his expression didn't change. The sight made Sero feel fidgety. "I think so,” he finally said.
"Oh, good," said Sero on a rushed breath. "Then maybe in the future you can try it with s--"
"I like seeing your reaction to being called a 'good boy', at least."
Sero choked on his words.
"Wh-what?!" he sputtered.
There was absolutely no way in hell he heard that right.
"Does everyone react like this?" he asked. Then, slowly, with a tilt of his head that looked far too innocent, "...or do you like it more than most people?"
Sero felt his cheeks flaming again. "I - no - god, shut up, man - you just caught me by surprise," he groaned, running a hand down his hot face.
Todoroki arched a disbelieving brow at him.
"You got an erection from being surprised?"
Sero blinked once, not fully comprehending, then his eyes went wide.
His head whipped down toward his crotch in half a second. Down toward the very obvious tent in the sweatpants that he had been sooo sure were a great idea an hour ago.
He was gonna die .
“Oh my god,” he yelped, hands shooting to his groin to try and cover himself as much as possible. It was pretty much in vain, though, because Todoroki was sitting so close he couldn’t really hide much without risking brushing over his crotch too, and that would undoubtedly make the situation much worse. “I’m so sorry, fuck.”
His entire face was absolutely on fire. His eyes closed of their own accord, as he was way too embarrassed to actually look at Todoroki again. Sero had no idea what his reaction would be, but he definitely didn’t have the strength to face it head on.
However, to his surprise, after a moment of silence that felt like forever (but was probably only a few seconds) Todoroki just chuckled.
“That’s okay,” he said easily, as if Sero had just apologized for bumping into him on the street, instead of pitching a tent in his sweats during what was supposed to be hypothetical practice. “It’s flattering. It makes me want to keep talking.”
Sero’s stomach flipped. He had no idea what to say to that. He swallowed around the thick lump in his throat, and tentatively opened his eyes again.
“Really?”
Todoroki nodded. His expression was as neutral as ever, but even in the dim lighting from the TV, Sero could see something dancing behind his eyes. Pride? Excitement? Sero wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen him look like this before. The air around them was shifting so quickly it was making him dizzy.
Todoroki’s hands moved slowly to his wrists, his eyes never leaving Sero’s face, watching like a hawk for a reaction.
The realization hit Sero like a ton of bricks.
“You like this,” he breathed.
Todoroki arched a brow. “I already said that,” he reminded him, sounding unimpressed.
No, Sero didn’t say. You like like this. With me.
Todoroki’s hands tugged at his wrists, attempting to pry them away from hiding his erection.
“Dude…” Sero whispered weakly. He hoped his expression was communicating what he couldn’t bring himself to say.
Do you understand what you’re doing?
Todoroki blinked perfectly clear eyes at him. “Tell me to stop, Hanta,” he instructed.
Oh god.
A long moment passed between them. Then, Sero’s mouth shut, and he let the tension go from his hands.
The corner of Todoroki’s mouth quirked.
“Good boy.”
A shiver traveled down Sero’s spine. “Holy fuck…”
Now that he wasn’t resisting, Todoroki easily maneuvered his wrists where he wanted them - which turned out to be up against the wall behind the couch, with one of Todoroki’s hands pinning them in place.
Holy fucking shit.
Sero gulped. This was actually happening. This was every teenage wet dream he’d had at UA come to life.
Todoroki was so close now, looming over him so that Sero had to bend his neck a bit to keep looking him in the eye.
He was close enough that Sero could see the individual white eyelashes on his ice side, and the gentle gradient in the color of his blue eye. The sight made his heart race in his chest. He was really just so fucking impossibly pretty.
Impossibly pretty, and extremely on top of him, and definitely pressing closer, so that his lips were only centimeters away from Sero’s ear.
“Pliant...” Todoroki murmured, as if he was speaking more to himself than to Sero, and Sero felt his cock twitch hard behind the fabric of his sweats.
There was no way Todoroki didn’t feel it, as close as he was, and sure enough, his hold on Sero’s wrists tightened a moment later as the breath in Sero’s ear faltered.
“Wow," Todoroki breathed after a few seconds. "This... this is so much better than I've ever imagined."
Sero couldn’t stop the groan that was pulled from his throat at the sound of Todoroki’s low voice right there , and he just barely managed not to buck up against him, seeking friction. He had no idea what they were doing, no idea what was allowed. He needed some ground rules. He needed —
He never figured it out, because Todoroki’s words finally registered.
Better than I’ve ever imagined.
“Wait— what?” he blurted, eyes snapping back open. He wasn’t really sure when they’d fallen shut again. “You— you’ve fantasized about this? About… about dirty talk?”
“No. I’ve fantasized about you,” Todoroki said simply. “Can I touch you?” he went on without waiting for a response, as if that first thing wasn’t absolutely ripping the ground of Sero’s reality out from beneath him.
“ What?!” Sero yelped.
Todoroki went still against him, then pulled back to look at him, expression slightly pinched with apparent impatience.
“What’s wrong?”
Sero blinked wide eyes at him. “You’ve - you’ve thought about - with me? ”
“Yes,” Todoroki said, and Sero could hear a touch of defensiveness creeping back into his voice. “Was I not supposed to tell you that? Don’t you like me too? You— your— I mean, you’re leaking through your sweatpants, Hanta.”
He mumbled the last words as Sero watched heat creep into his cheeks. He still had Sero’s arms pinned against the wall, but he looked about two seconds from sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest like an embarrassed child.
Sero blinked at him for a second. Then, a smile stretched across his face as laughter bubbled up from his throat. Todoroki’s eyes widened, and the color on his face deepened.
God, he was so cute . But Sero could wait until another time to explain to him that getting hard from a pretty boy sitting on your lap doesn’t necessarily equate to having feelings. It didn’t apply to their situation, anyway.
“I like you so much,” Sero blurted, words followed by another laugh. “So fucking much.”
He watched the words register with Todoroki, watched the tension creep back out of his posture.
“Oh. Good.”
The corner of his mouth was lifted in a shy smile, and Sero’s grin widened. There was part of him wanted to sing out loud - Todoroki Shouto liked him! - and an even larger part of him that was pretty sure this was a dream at this point. But, the practical side of himself, which he’d developed over years of hero training, was focused on one thing: getting back the mood that he’d accidentally dissolved a few seconds before.
“Very good,” he agreed, keeping his voice carefully soft and level as he flexed his thighs, trying to nudge Todoroki closer without the use of his hands. “You should tell me about these fantasies of yours.”
Todoroki’s smile started to widen, but he pulled his lower lip between his teeth to stop it, and even though that was a shame, the sight of his teeth stretching the skin there had Sero’s eyes locked to his mouth regardless.
“You never told me if I could touch you,” Todoroki said quietly.
“Yes,” Sero answered immediately, chuckling. “Like, a million times yes. Whenever you want. Literally. Like even if I’m in the middle of something, or talking to someone, or sleeping. Literally any time.”
Todoroki’s eyes widened, and he brought his free hand up to his face to cover his mouth as a laugh slipped out. Sero’s stomach flipped at the sight.
“I think — perhaps we should explore one kink at a time, Hanta,” he said warmly.
“Right,” Sero agreed, nodding eagerly. “So, tell me about these fantasies of yours, babe.”
Todoroki arched an unimpressed brow, but his cheeks colored all the same. “Down, boy,” he said.
Sero ignored his body’s reaction to that particular choice of words, though he had a feeling Todoroki may have felt it anyway.
“Come on, just one?” Sero said lowly, leaning forward as much as his position allowed, so he could whisper in Todoroki’s ear. “Please?”
Sero then rolled his hips forward, since his hands were still trapped. Todoroki’s confession had him feeling giddy and about a thousand times more confident than usual, which was maybe a dangerous combination.
Todoroki hissed at the sudden sensation, and fuck if that didn’t go straight to Sero’s head and his dick.
“I’ll be so good for you,” Sero promised in a low voice, nosing at Todoroki’s jaw. “Just tell me about one tiny fantasy.”
Sero felt the hand around his wrists tighten in reaction to his words.
“H-hero suit,” Todoroki gasped out, hips bucking down against Sero’s lap.
Sero groaned in surprise, and he couldn’t stop his own hips from twitching up to chase the feeling as more precome leaked from his cock.
“Wh-what?” he panted, trying to keep his eyes from crossing. “Hero suit?”
Todoroki nodded, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
“Mhm,” he moaned, and then he fell forward, so that Sero was pressed between his chest and the back of the couch. He still had his hands pinned, but Sero was pretty sure he’d forgotten about them.
Todoroki buried his face in Sero’s neck as he ground against him again, pulling another desperate noise from Sero’s throat.
“Yes,” he panted in Sero’s ear, and holy god Sero was not gonna last long like this, “I hate that thing.”
Sero’s brows pulled together in confusion, eyes rolling back as Todoroki set a slow rhythm, grinding hard into his lap every few seconds and making it really difficult to think.
“You— you hate your hero suit?” he managed to gasp between moans, as his hands flexed uselessly against the wall above him. Todoroki was holding his wrists so tightly they were starting to go numb, but somehow it was only serving to work him up more.
“Not mine—” Todoroki replied with another roll of his hips that left Sero crying out into his shoulder, “— yours .”
Sero blinked half-lidded eyes. He was doing his best to follow, but what remained of his rational thinking ability wasn’t getting him very far.
“Huh?” he finally blurted, very intelligently, voice lilting into a moan at the end. Luckily, Todoroki didn’t seem to mind.
“Your hero suit,” he repeated without faltering in his movements. “Why is it so tight , Hanta? There’s no rational reason that it needs to be so tight everywhere .”
Sero sucked in a breath.
Oh.
His lips lifted into something akin to a grin, though he suspected his panting was likely ruining the confident effect just a bit.
“ Oh ,” he said aloud this time, “does that bother you, sweetheart?”
Nails dug into the skin of his wrists, and Todoroki increased his speed.
“Yes,” he replied immediately, and his voice was scratchy with the hint of a growl. “You can basically see your whole cock through it.”
Sero gasped, his whole body jerking beneath Todoroki as his mind whited-out for a moment.
Holy fucking shit.
He’d just been expecting something about his muscles . He’d gained a decent amount of definition since high school, especially in his arms, even if he was still nowhere near the level of some of his former classmates.
Apparently that was not what Todoroki had meant. God, he was gonna kill Sero by the end of this.
“Sh-shouldn’t you be focusing on other things while we’re - ah - wh-while we’re working?” he tried to tease, although his voice came out a lot weaker and more breathy than he’d been going for.
“How?” Todoroki snapped into his ear, just before sucking hard at the sensitive skin of Sero’s neck, causing him to buck off the couch with a surprised moan. Todoroki broke away just as suddenly to continue speaking. “How am I supposed to focus on anything else when all I want to do is rip that stupid suit to shreds and ride you in the middle of the streets?”
He punctuated his words with a hard thrust against Sero’s lap, and Sero cried out, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Todoroki chuckled, low and throaty in his ear. “Oh? Do you like that, too, Han— “
“Okay, that’s enough ,” Sero spat through gritted teeth. If this kept up, he was definitely going to embarrass himself.
Yanking his wrists away from an unsuspecting Todoroki’s hold, he wasted no time in flipping them, so that Todoroki was lying on his back on the couch. Sero loomed over him, hands boxing his head on either side, arms shaking as the blood rushed back into them.
For a moment, they just stayed like that, staring at each other. Todoroki’s eyes were wide with surprise, and Sero’s chest was heaving as he took hard breaths.
“I thought - you didn’t know - how to do this,” he panted.
“I — I’m just telling the truth,” Todoroki said, and Sero’s cock twitched at how soft his voice had gone with the change in position.
“Fuck,” Sero breathed. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he tried to process everything. “Why— why didn’t you ever say anything?”
How long could they have been doing this ?
Todoroki’s forehead creased slightly.
“Why didn’t you ?” he asked in lieu of an answer.
Sero’s mouth fell open. What an absolutely laughable question. But, as he blinked down at Todoroki, who looked utterly serious, he decided that maybe now wasn’t the best time to point out that he was Todoroki fucking Shouto .
“Can - can I kiss you?” Sero blurted, ignoring his question. “I really wanna kiss you.”
Todoroki didn’t answer him.
Instead, he just fisted a hand in the fabric of Sero’s shirt and yanked him down into a hard kiss.
It wasn’t exactly graceful - Sero’s half-asleep arms didn’t stand much of a chance, and he fell on top of Todoroki with his full weight as they gave out. With a surprised, muffled grunt into Todoroki’s mouth, he tried to push himself back up, but Todoroki was quick to wrap his legs tight around his waist, and his arms snaked around Sero’s shoulders, holding him in place.
After pulling back just far enough to whisper a breathy but emphatic, “ don’t ,” against Sero’s lips, Todoroki closed the gap between them again, not bothering with any of the shyness that typically accompanied a first kiss.
Todoroki’s tongue slid along the length of his own, and Sero moaned loud , rolling his hips and pressing him deeper into the couch. His moan was quickly cut off with a gasp - the new angle had them so much closer. He could tell it was different for Todoroki, too, by the way he whined into his mouth in response, the sound so high-pitched and pretty that Sero couldn’t stop his hips from bucking again. It was admittedly a bit hard to focus on kissing when he could feel Todoroki’s cock throbbing through two flimsy pairs of sweats.
Sero’s hand darted down to grab hard at his ass, lifting him up as he ground against him, trying to get their bodies as close as possible. Todoroki gasped into their kiss and pushed back into him, sharp nails suddenly digging into Sero’s back through his shirt.
Todoroki broke away, panting hard. “Take it off,” he demanded, hands grappling at the material, “please.”
Sero nodded - maybe a little too eagerly - before sitting back on his knees and scrambling to tear off his tank top. While he was at it, he went ahead and helped Todoroki out of his shirt too, clumsily guiding it over his arms and head.
As he threw it down to join his own on the floor, he looked back at Todoroki - at his newly exposed chest, at his red cheeks and his mused, too-long hair - and was hit with a lot of feelings all at once.
This was actually happening . That was Todoroki fucking Shouto underneath him.
And he was so good-looking and cool and amazing and out of Sero’s league that this almost had to be a dream, but Sero was somehow pretty sure that it wasn’t.
“Hanta?”
Sero bit his lower lip, eyes darting up to meet Todoroki’s uncertain ones. He’d been frozen for too long.
“You’re so pretty,” he said, the words tumbling out in lieu of an explanation.
Sero watched Todoroki blink up at him for a second, expression blank, and he wondered apprehensively if comments like that were on the table for them. He’d called him ‘gorgeous’ earlier, but that had just been an example. (Allegedly, anyway.)
Then, Todoroki’s whole chest flushed as his eyes went wide.
Sero’s brows shot up.
“Oh?” he teased, a surprised chuckle escaping him.
Todoroki didn’t reply. He only blushed harder, and Sero’s nerves began dying down just as fast as they’d sprung up. Not that he wasn’t nervous, but Todoroki looked like a deer in the headlights, and it only felt natural for Sero to step up and bridge the gap of his inexperience.
He reached out, taking Todoroki’s jaw between his fingers and thumbing lightly over his lower lip for a moment before bringing his hand down to his chest.
“You like that?” he murmured, his other hand coming to hover over Todoroki’s chest as well. He traced his fingers lightly over the blotchy skin there, reveling in the sharp breath Todoroki took when he just barely brushed over his nipples. “Answer me, baby.”
He looked up and met Todoroki’s gaze for a long moment.
“Yes.”
Todoroki’s voice was steady, but so quiet that Sero almost didn’t catch it. Still, though, he did . He groaned as his hand twitched with the sudden need to grab at his cock for some relief.
He ignored it. His heart was beating so fast behind his ribcage that he wouldn’t be surprised if Todoroki could hear it. He still couldn’t quite believe he was being allowed to even witness any of this, let alone participate, so his own pleasure could wait.
“Good,” he said. Arching a brow, he pushed a little further, and added a teasing, “because I’m just telling the truth.”
Todoroki didn’t say anything, but Sero didn’t miss the way his cock twitched against the front of his sweats, or the wet spot already forming there. Sero smirked, trailing his fingertips slowly down to the waistband of Todoroki’s briefs. He grinned at the feeling of Todoroki’s stomach tensing under his touch, at the sight of his hips squirming as he fought against the urge to buck up against nothing.
“Want me to take these off, pretty boy?” Sero asked, using his sweetest voice, batting his eyelashes at Todoroki as he snaked a single finger just underneath the elastic there.
Todoroki narrowed his eyes at him, even as his cheeks darkened.
“Now you’re just teasing me,” he grumbled, hands darting down to smack Sero’s aside as he pulled the knot on his drawstring free himself. “I think it has been well- established that I want you to take my pants off, Hanta.”
With that, he lifted his hips up off the couch and slid his sweats and underwear as far down his thighs as they’d go with Sero still sitting between them. Then, he flopped back onto his back, and looked at Sero with a challenge in his eye, as if to say, your move.
Sero couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from his lips. Todoroki looked utterly serious, and it was just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
I think I’m in love with him, he thought fondly as he watched Todoroki glare up at him.
He didn’t say that, though. Instead, he let his gaze rake slowly over Todoroki’s body, all the way down to his pretty cock, which was flushed just as pink as the rest of him, and leaking precome onto his stomach.
The grin slid off Sero’s face as he felt his own cheeks heating.
Holy shit.
“Can - can I—“
“Yes,” Todoroki cut him off, sounding impatient. “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is yes.”
“Fuck,” Sero breathed. “Okay.”
He repositioned himself on the couch so that he could slide down onto his stomach, with his mouth hovering over Todoroki’s cock as his own pressed against the cushions.
Sero took a slow breath. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and wondered if Todoroki could feel it, too. But, judging by the rapid rise and fall of Todoroki’s chest, Sero thought he might be in the same position.
Finally, Sero met his eyes again. They were wide with anticipation, and maybe nerves, so Sero slid a hand up his side until he found Todoroki’s fingers, then took his hand in his own. Bringing it to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to the skin of his palm.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Sero instructed.
“I won’t,” Todoroki replied immediately. “But okay.”
Sero sucked in a shaky breath, then nodded slowly. Bringing Todoroki’s hand up to his temple, he spread his fingers for him, and carded them through his hair. Todoroki arched a brow at him, though the effect was somewhat diminished by his light gasp as Sero finally took him in hand.
“Gives you something to hold onto,” Sero explained with a shrug. “Like a handle.”
Todoroki blinked at him for a second. Then, he huffed a laugh, and Sero smiled as some of the tension in the air around them dissolved.
“That’s very confident of you,” Todoroki commented.
Sero’s grin widened. Bringing Todoroki’s cock near his lips, he let his tongue dart out to lap once at the bead of precome decorating the head. Todoroki’s mouth fell open on a moan, and his hips jerked towards Sero’s face.
“I’d like to think I’ll be able to back it up,” Sero said with a wink.
Todoroki’s eyes widened for a moment in obvious exasperation, but instead of saying anything, he just used his hold on Sero’s head to push him closer to his cock. Sero laughed as his lips bumped the tip.
“Eager?” he teased.
“I just think you should prove it,” Todoroki replied, turning his own innocent voice from earlier back on him.
Sero grinned, but did as he was told, opening up and taking Todoroki’s cockhead into his mouth. As it slid over his tongue, he immediately tasted the salt of his precome, and Sero groaned around him, suckling at the tip and trying to draw more out.
Todoroki moaned, cock pulsing as his hips twitched upward, pushing him further back into Sero’s mouth. Sero slipped down another inch or so with a noise of encouragement, huffing a chuckle through his nose when Todoroki’s hand tightened in his hair. Glancing up to his face, Sero saw that he looked a bit wrecked already, cheeks still splotchy and eyes half-lidded.
With a smirk, Sero pulled back, then ran his tongue once over his length, from base to tip, before taking as much of it into his mouth as he could in one go. Todoroki cried out when he hit the back of Sero’s throat, and he fucked up into the sensation, hand pushing at Sero’s head. Luckily, Sero’d been expecting this, and he only gagged lightly, lips pulling into a grin as he turned to the side just enough to let Todoroki’s cock push at the inside of his cheek instead.
When he looked up to make eye contact again, Todoroki’s eyes were wide, and his chest was rising and falling quickly. Sero felt him twitch in his mouth, and he heard Todoroki's breath hitch - probably from the visual that his cock created with his bulging cheek.
Sero chuckled again. Curling his tongue lazily around Todoroki's cockhead, he arched a brow at him.
To his surprise, though, rather than getting more flustered, Todoroki's face sobered, and he mirrored his expression, raising an unimpressed eyebrow of his own.
"Very cocky," he whispered.
Sero blinked as the slight disapproval in his tone shot straight between his legs, and he felt his heart rate picking up again at the sudden change in Todoroki's demeanor.
He sucked in a sharp breath when the hand in his hair tightened, pulling softly. Todoroki adjusted the angle of Sero's head so that his cock was back on his tongue. Then, he started slowly pushing further inside, and Sero's eyes went wide.
"Is that how good boys act, Hanta?"
Sero made a noise that was half-moan and half-gasp, hips jerking involuntarily against the couch in response to Todoroki’s words.
He was so stunned he couldn’t even really react, let alone help out. He just blinked up at Todoroki as he slowly pushed inside, barely noticing the drool collecting at the corners of his mouth and dribbling down Todoroki’s cock.
“That’s better,” Todoroki sighed as he nudged against the back of his throat again.
Sero could feel tears pricking at his waterlines, and from the hungry look on his face, he was pretty sure Todoroki noticed too. Sure enough, his cock twitched on his tongue a second later, and Sero’s throat swallowed reflexively. Todoroki wasn’t really deep enough for the full effect, but he gasped regardless, and brought a hand up to run it through Sero’s hair affectionately.
“Feels good...” he slurred.
Sero moaned softly under his touch. Then, still blinking wide eyes up at Todoroki, he relaxed his jaw, and slowly began to take his cock further into his mouth. He groaned as he felt the tip stretching his throat.
Todoroki cried out above him, and Sero worked faster, easing himself down as quickly as he could. He’d been sitting in a very confusing place between subspace and domspace all evening, but all he knew was that at the moment, he really just wanted to make Todoroki talk as much as possible. He needed to know what else that mouth was capable of. Wanted to know just how far he’d go, how many more ‘good boys’ he could pull from it.
“Oh, god,” Todoroki moaned, as if on cue. “M-maybe you are a good boy after all...”
His voice was choked and shaking, and only then, as Sero finally touched his nose to a light patch of pubic hair, did he notice that Todoroki hands had started to shake too, tense against his head. It was probably taking a lot more control than he really had not to fuck his throat like this, and Sero felt a strange surge of affection that he was trying to hard to be considerate.
Sero whimpered in encouragement, and Todoroki’s hips bucked. As Sero’s eyes watered from the sudden movement, he felt Todoroki flexing beneath him, trying to clamp down on his own reaction.
“S-sorry,” he breathed. “Too—“
Sero cut him off with a loud whine, snaking his hands beneath him and lifting his hips to push him deeper inside, trying to wordlessly communicate that it was okay to let go. He didn’t spend all that time training away his gag reflex and learning to deep throat only to pass up the opportunity to let Todoroki fucking Shouto fuck his face when the opportunity was kind enough to present itself, after all.
It didn’t take long for Todoroki to understand what he wanted. Sero couldn’t help but roll his hips against the couch cushion as a rare curse slipped from Todoroki’s lips.
“I - I can’t believe—” Todoroki stuttered, eyes squeezing shut as he gave an experimental thrust into Sero’s throat, only to be met with more encouraging noises, “—can’t believe you can do this.”
Sero groaned again as Todoroki set a rhythmless pace, hips seemingly jerking and bucking of their own accord.
His astonishment was kind of adorable, but the implication that Todoroki didn’t know how to do this - that he’d drool and choke and cry on Sero’s cock as he tried to figure it out - was what really got him.
That image had Sero grinding against the couch in earnest, moaning as Todoroki used his mouth.
“S-so good,” Todoroki kept going, and Sero was surprised at how vocal he was turning out to be. “Such— such a good boy, ah , look so good like this—”
Sero whined, pulling his eyebrows together, and blinking so that more tears would spill down his cheeks. The visual had its intended effect - Todoroki’s cock pulsed hard in his throat, and he sped up.
“So — hnnng — good for me,” Todoroki groaned. “Want you like this— all the time—”
Sero moaned around Todoroki’s cock, eyes going wide again. Todoroki just huffed a breathy chuckle, thrusting up into the feeling of the vibrations.
“Would you like that, too, Hanta?” he asked quietly, and Sero nodded an emphatic ‘yes’ as best as he could, choking a bit from the movement. “All the time?”
Sero gave an enthusiastic moan of confirmation.
The corner of Todoroki’s mouth lifted, and he closed his eyes, slowing down until he was just barely moving. Sero’s cock throbbed beneath him at the wet, drawn out sounds of Todoroki lazily fucking his mouth, and he groaned, rolling his hips against the couch. Belatedly, he realized that the ‘are you still watching?’ Netflix screen must have popped up at some point, because the anime from earlier had gone quiet.
“Is that what you want?” Todoroki asked again, opening his eyes and meeting Sero’s gaze. His cheeks were red, but his voice was steady as he whispered, “Me down your throat while we watch TV? While I’m reading a book?”
Sero nearly choked again as he gasped, but Todoroki just moaned quietly and fucked up into the feeling. Sero ground down harder against the couch cushion, desperate for some relief.
Jesus Christ. It didn’t seem like Sero had really needed to teach him about dirty talk at all.
“Or maybe at the office?” Todoroki continued with a smirk, arching a brow at Sero over half-lidded eyes. “Under my desk at work?”
Sero felt his face go so hot so suddenly that he thought he could probably start a fire without the help of Todoroki’s quirk. He moaned around Todoroki’s cock.
Holy fucking shit.
That was just about the only thought his brain was currently capable of stringing together.
Todoroki groaned as he rolled his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go. Sero groaned, eyes rolling back as he rutted faster against the couch, reveling in the feeling of his throat stretching around Todoroki.
"Look how red you’re getting… you must like that one, too, huh?” Todoroki asked, the corner of his mouth quirking even as it remained open on a sigh. Then, “Is it because someone might come in?”
Sero froze, suddenly unable to make another sound. He just... stared at Todoroki, wide-eyed.
“Do you want someone to see me fucking you, Hanta?” Todoroki asked. “Do you want everyone to know you’re mine?”
This was not happening. These words were not coming out of the Todoroki Shouto’s mouth, who claimed less than an hour ago that ‘people don’t even dirty talk in real life, Hanta.’
“I want everyone to know it, Hanta,” Todoroki breathed.
Hanta’s eyes shot wide as his cock throbbed in warning against the couch cushion. He made a strangled sound, and grabbed Todoroki thighs, digging his nails in to try and communicate that he needed to shut up if—
“ Yes ,” Todoroki moaned, and he pushed up into Sero’s mouth again without warning, resuming his sloppy, quick pace. “Don’t stop, Hanta— come on— come for me—”
Sero groaned, his hips rutting clumsily and his eyes rolling back as heat coiled quickly in his gut. He could feel himself drooling all over Todoroki’s cock, making an absolute mess of their couch in more ways than one, but he couldn’t bring himself to care—
“—louder, want everyone to know who you belong to—”
Sero let out a muffled curse around Todoroki’s cock and moaned louder, digging his nails even harder into Todoroki’s thighs. He couldn’t believe he was going to come in his pants his first time with Todoroki, but he couldn’t stop it now, not when he was this—
“—want everyone to know how well you’re taking me,” Todoroki slurred, hips bucking erratically. “—want you up against the window so everyone can see what a good boy you are—”
Sero gasped, choking on Todoroki’s cock as his eyes shot wide in disbelief.
And a second later he was falling over the edge, groaning as he spilled hot come inside his sweatpants.
Todoroki cursed under his breath again. He thrust quickly into Sero’s mouth a few more times, eyes glued onto his face and thighs tightening around his head, before following suit. His cock pulsed hard on Sero’s tongue, and then Sero could taste him, bursts of come filling his mouth over and over again as he did his best to swallow it all down.
When Sero was starting to see stars, he tapped Todoroki’s hip a few times, and the death grip on his skull finally loosened up. After a few seconds, Todoroki pulled out, and flopped back down onto the couch. Sero fell right on top of him, gasping for breath now that his mouth was finally free, and rested his head on Todoroki’s stomach.
For a while, their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. At some point, Todoroki snaked his arms around him, and eventually, Sero crawled up the couch to properly lay down beside him. Sero broke the silence first.
“Holy shit,” he finally croaked.
Todoroki huffed a chuckle, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.
“Was that okay?” he asked. “The dirty talk, I mean.”
Sero laughed. “Are you serious? You’re like a professional,” he said. “I don’t believe you at all that you’ve never done this before.”
Todoroki’s mismatched eyebrows rose, and his little smile stretched wider. He was very clearly proud of himself. “I really haven’t. I just did what you told me to do. It’s just telling the truth, right?”
Sero chuckled, shaking his head as his stomach swooped. “If you’re like this now , I’m doomed after you get a bit of practice.”
Todoroki just laughed in response, but then he was twisting out of Sero’s hold, pushing himself up into a sitting position and looking around.
“Speaking of that, where did I put my phone?” he mumbled, seemingly more to himself than Sero.
However, Sero barely heard him anyway, because he was suddenly busy replaying his own words in his head.
‘I’m doomed after you get a bit of practice.’
Oh, god.
How had he screwed up already ? Assuming there would be more times, or even one other time, and he’d just blurted it out before they even talked about anything?
Why had he had to say that?
Of course, he had been being completely honest during all of that, but how much of it had just been dirty talk for Todoroki?
Sero closed his eyes, trying to calm down as Todoroki moved around beside him, looking for his phone.
What had actually been the truth, and what had only been the truth in the moment?
What if Todoroki didn’t actually like him?
What if he didn’t even want another time?
What if they were about to be awkward roommates who’d hooked up once when things had gotten out of hand and now they wouldn’t know how to act around each other?
Or worse, what if Todoroki was completely casual about it and he was the only one who felt like he couldn’t go back to normal?
Oh, god.
What had he just done?
Sero opened his eyes, looking up at Todoroki, who’d apparently just found his phone between the couch cushions.
“Todoroki?” he said uneasily, then bit his lip, waiting for a response while his heart beat frantically in his chest.
It came in the form of a camera shutter sound.
Then, Todoroki was pulling Sero’s arm up to use as a pillow, and lying back down beside him.
“Yes?” he asked, still tapping away at his phone.
Sero blinked.
“Did you just… take my picture?”
“Yes,” Todoroki replied, without elaborating.
Sero raised a brow as he watched Todoroki open the Instagram application.
“Uh,” he started, his multitude of other questions momentarily forgotten. “Why?”
Todoroki looked up from his phone, finally making eye contact with him again. He blinked slowly at him, his expression unimpressed.
“I told you already,” he said. Sero’s forehead creased further. Todoroki arched an eyebrow back at him. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
With that, he turned back to his phone. Sero blinked again, watching as Todoroki drafted a new post, uploading the picture he’d just taken of Sero.
“Especially Bakugou. Unless he’s magically grown a pair and asked out Kirishima tonight, then I just won a bet we’ve had since high school.”
Sero blinked some more. “High school?” he repeated weakly.
Todoroki nodded, then turned the phone towards him. “Is this okay? I’ll use a different picture if you don’t like it.”
Sero looked at the picture. He was biting his lip, looking somewhere above the camera (at Todoroki’s face, in reality). It was apparent that he was shirtless, but it didn’t look too obvious that he’d gotten face fucked five minutes ago. It sort of looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, or something.
“Uh... it’s fine,” Sero said, still not fully understanding what was happening.
Todoroki finished the post, tapping out a caption that Sero couldn’t read from his angle. His head was reeling, still slow from his orgasm.
‘I want everyone to know you’re mine.’
Could that mean…?
“There,” Todoroki said, and he handed the phone to Sero. “Now we’ll never forget our anniversary.”
Only when Sero looked down at the phone and saw himself posted on pro-hero Shouto’s official Instagram, with a caption that said ‘Mine <3’ , did he fully comprehend what was going on.
Slowly, a grin split over his face. He tossed Todoroki’s phone back down onto the couch before rolling on top of him in something akin to a bone crushing hug, which was followed quickly by a lot of very smiley kisses.
It seemed that when it came to Todoroki, Sero would never know what to expect. But, at least he could be certain of one thing: he would never, ever be bored.