You dont have to ask twice for a smutty prompt, my friend X3!! How abouuuut TodoBakuDeku & 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
I feel like this should have been smuttier than it was, but this is just what came out! lol Also, I’m not too fond of the ending, but I’m hoping to add to this at some point. Maybe if another prompt comes along.
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P.P.S. Part 1 of this can be found HERE
“Kacchan,” Midoriya breathed out, words shaky as he and Bakugou parted lips. There was a trail of saliva that still connected them, Midoriya barely standing as his knees buckled against the wall.
Todoroki looked on at how absolutely wrecked Midoriya looked, face flushed, hair more wild than usual. Bakugou had pinned him against the wall, latching on to his mouth like he had been starved for it. And in a way, he was starved.
Even though it had been a couple of weeks since the first time the three of them had gotten together–the outcome being that both Bakugou and Todoroki would be dating Midoriya–they hadn’t gotten around to doing anything other than hold hands, cuddle, and give him pecks on the mouth.
Todoroki hadn’t minded it. He was willing to take things slow, regardless of the way his fantasies would often get the better of him when he was alone, his eyes closing, hands drifting down to touch himself. They started with Midoriya beneath him, squirming, the freckles on his face all the more prevalent through the red on his cheeks.
What had taken him by surprise, however, were the thoughts of Bakugou slowly creeping into each fantasy. Not just there to help touch Midoriya and make a mess out of him, but he was also there to be touched. He was there to be kissed. And Todoroki found himself getting off on it all, expressing only a few days prior that he would like to change their dynamic.
“I…I think I like Bakugou,” turning away from Midoriya, he locked eyes with the perpetually angry Bakugou, “You’re annoying as shit and always find ways to get under my skin, but…I can’t stop thinking about you. About both of you.”
Bakugou had been so blindsided by the sudden revelation that he was speechless. He merely blinked at Todoroki, wide-eyed, the ever-present crease between his eyebrows making it seem as if he were angry and surprised all at once. He uncrossed his arms slowly, mouth parted, as if attempting to form words.
Midoriya let out a soft, “Wow,” a smile on his face as he faced Bakugou. “Kacchan, what about you?”
Bakugou snapped out of his shock when Midoriya addressed him, turning from him to Todoroki slowly, one of his hands reaching behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I’m not good at this kind of shit, half-and-half. Don’t put me on the spot like this.” The tops of his nose and ear became a subtle red as he averted his gaze.
Todoroki had inched closer to him then, moving his body forward towards him.
His eyes fell down towards Bakugou’s lips as he slowly progressed closer to him. Bakugou said nothing, but didn’t pull away or resist. If anything, this, in his own way, was his response.
Their lips met softly, a kiss between the two of them much like the chaste ones they had shared with Midoriya. When they parted, Bakugou had turned beet red, partially covering his face with the back of his hand as he looked off to the side. “Say anything cocky and I’ll kill you.”
That was interesting. He didn’t react that way with Midoriya. But it was cute. Really cute.
Todoroki felt his heart skip a beat and smiled, turning to look at Midoriya who was holding his face with both hands, returning the gentle expression.
“Then it’s settled,” Midoriya said, “The three of us will be together from now on.”
And so here they were–with the three of them now dating; Bakugou and Todoroki still becoming accustomed to being together. It was awkward between them as their dynamic was different than their relationship with Midoriya, but they had all mutually decided to take the next steps in their relationship, meeting up at Midoriya’s apartment earlier that morning.
Removing himself from the position of voyeur, Todoroki stepped behind Bakugou, turning him by the shoulder, and pressing him against Midoriya.
“What are you doing?” Bakugou weakly protested, but he knew exactly what Todoroki was doing. Or at least, he could use his imagination, couldn’t he?
Todoroki licked his lips, eyes darting to look at Midoriya. Midoriya nodded at him, too wrapped up in the moment to verbally respond. Todoroki saw him wrap his hands around Bakugou’s torso, hands going under the snug tank top, lips pressing against the back of his neck. Taking the opportunity, Todoroki moved forward, hands gripping the sides of Bakugou’s face when his lips parted in surprise.
Their kiss started out tentative and chaste as it usually did. Just a small press of skin against skin, innocent, experimenting with the feel of of how both of them fit together. It was Bakugou who crossed the boundary first, moaning deep and low as they began moving against each other in the form of open-mouthed kisses. While he had used plenty of tongue with Midoriya, he wasn’t trying that now. He was merely feeling it out, enjoying the moment, and taking it slow. There was no rush between them, and in his grasp, Todoroki could feel Bakugou melting into both his and Midoriya’s touch.
Feeling brave, one of his hands ventured down, fingertips sliding gently down Bakugou’s throat, his chest, his stomach–which twitched at the added hand along exposed skin–and finally down to his crotch. He cupped his hand there, feeling the full hardness of Bakugou’s impressively thick package.
Bakugou broke away with a mix of a moan and a gasp, biting the bottom of his lip at the new sensation. This was the first time any one of them had touched each other like this, after all.
“Already? Do I really have than much of an effect on you?” Todoroki smirked, hoping to elicit a reaction from him.
Bakugou huffed, eyelids heavy. “Shut up.” It was a teasing tone, the brusque game they enjoyed playing. “You gonna do something about it or what, you half-haired bastard?”
Happy to oblige, Todoroki assisted Midoriya in lifting off Bakugou’s shirt. Midoriya followed suit, and Bakugou helped Todoroki out of his own long-sleeved dress shirt.
They stood there looking at each other for a moment, taking in the sight of each one’s muscular body; Bakugou’s bigger arms, Todoroki’s strong pecs, Midoriya’s pronounced six-pack. It wasn’t long before their hands began exploring one another, mouths leaving trails of kisses in a haze of unexplored desire and heated emotions.