When Ochaco had decided she would take care of her friends - and from there on heroes in general - she had not foreseen them growing up into such fucked up adults. Looking back, she'd been fairly naive on that one. Of course theirs was a harsh job, but she was sweet and optimistic enough to believe the scarring would only be physical. These days, watching her friends interact with each other and everyone else, Ochaco wondered just how damaged they would end up. Fortunately, some of her friends getting together meant she had less work, letting Mina and Kirishima as well as Jirô and Kaminari take care of each other. The whole A class still hung up a lot together, and Ochaco would see Todoroki's constantly pissed off face, Iida's desperate struggle to uphold his brother's legacy, Deku's anxieties and most of all Bakugô's reckless behavior. These days, the blond's erratic actions were worrying her the most. Ochaco didn't believe the others had noticed the string of shady guys that came and went from Bakugô's room in the middle of the night, but she had. Then there was the internship which had been the start of Todoroki's bursts of anger and Deku's renewed nonsensical mutterings. It was like year 1 all over again, and she was tired of it.
Which brought her to the end of their last year at UA, reflecting upon all this in their common kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. Sipping her drink, frowning, she looked intensely at Bakugô's back, to the point that he suddenly turned to check on her. Steeling herself, Ochaco came forward and sat on the couch opposite him without even a look at all the paperwork he had spread on the coffee table.
- What ? he spat, wary of her.
- Are you alright, Bakugô-kun ?
- I'm fucking fine, Round Face, go bother someone else. he dismissed her ungracefully.
- Well, even if you are, your stupid behavior is affecting the others and I won't have it.
- You fucking what ?
He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her. She'd been having this big sis complex for a while now, and even if everyone was more or less leaning on her, confessing their problems, crying on her shoulder, he'd have none of it. The brown haired girl was a fucking headache and he'd rather she kept bothering the other extras and leave him alone.
- Tsk, it's none of your damn business what I do.
- Todoroki-kun is mad at you.
- For fuck's sake…
- And Deku-kun is even more depressed than usual. she cut him loudly, covering his curses.
- Like I care what stupid Deku thinks. he grumbled gloomingly.
- Maybe you don't, but I do.
A silence fell between them and Bakugô tried to get back to whatever he was doing, trying at some of his boss slash lover's cold detachment, but Ochaco was not having it. She would not let him ignore her.
- You've got a problem, Bakugô. she pointed acidly. Like it or not, at some point it'll blow in your face.
- Won't you fucking drop it ! he shouted, and she knew she'd been right.
- Or did you already completely fuck things up ?
Bakugô made a pained face and she sighed. Of course he had. She managed not to roll her eyes.
- You don't have to tell me, but I guess it has everything to do with you fucking every guy who happen to cross your path ?
- Wow, language ! he suddenly laughed, amazed to have that kind of conversation with her.
Uraraka had completely taken him by surprise with that comment and he looked at her thoughtfully. Since it seemed he wouldn't be able to work until she was satisfied, he settled comfortably on the couch, spreading his legs wide before plastering a smirk on his face. There was no one else about at this hour, hence the perfect timing for a thorough discussion. He started distractedly playing with the pen in his hand, which she found utmost annoying.
- What d'you want me to say, Round Face ?
- I'd like to help. she said, licking her lips, knowing Bakugô wasn't one to accept a helping hand.
- You can't help, so drop it.
- I'm sure we could figure something out so you wouldn't… errr…
- Fuck every guy that cross my path, quote ? he laughed wickedly. Thing is, I really like that and I'm not holding back because it's more convenient to you.
- Bakugô, you must have realized this is not healthy. I believe you should talk to someone…
- Talking to you is already a headache. he cut short, very angry to have indulged her this long. Piss off now, I've got better things to do.
Ochaco was unimpressed by her classmate's scowl, having dealt with it for three years, but there was not much more she could do. More worried than ever, she dropped the matter but decided they were not done.
Surprisingly, inspiration came from someone she'd not expected. The next day, washing her face after an intense training session, a careless comment about Bakugô's bad behavior had triggered Todoroki's gloomy mood again.
- Leave him alone, Uraraka. he said. If he'd rather be a fucking slut, that's his problem.
- You know about that ?!
Ochaco was not sure what surprised her more : Todoroki's cursing or the fact that he knew about the whole ordeal. Embarrassed, he avoided her stunned gaze.
- I'm surprised you know. he grumbled. I've seen him with some guy in a club's bathroom, nothing surprises me anymore.
- Oh gosh, that's so bad… she whined. I want to help, but I've got no idea how.
- If you want my guess, he's not right in his mind. This looks like an addiction, the guy is a junky and there's nothing you can do about it.
Over the next few days, a strange scheme bloomed in Ochaco's mind. At first she dismissed the idea : just imagining herself coming up to Bakugô with it had her turn red as a beet. But the more she thought about it, the more it appeared to be a solution as crazy as the problem itself. So one evening as she was drinking a glass of water in the empty kitchen, she clenched her fists and took a deep breath. Once again, Bakugô was in the common room, working on that monstrous amount of paperwork and figures. Gathering her strength, she went to stand just by his side, looking down at him with a determined face. Feeling her weird stare, he looked up with annoyance.
- What now ? he barked.
- I found a way to help. she announced deadpan. If you're interested, come to my room.
And left before she could chicken out of it, but not before she caught his dumbfounded stare. Katsuki tried to get back to work, but her words were itching. What was that about ?! That girl was so meddlesome ! Frustrated, he threw his pen on the table with a curse. He'd been feeling restless lately, with no mission and no partying, only stupid training at the Academy, as if they wouldn't be discharged in a tenday. The obnoxious paperwork in front of him wasn't helping. Grinding his teeth, he stood up and gathered his things, dead set on calling it a night. But then he thought about it more, and cursed. That's how he ended up on Uraraka's doorstep close to midnight, knocking gently so he wouldn't wake up the other girls. Last thing he wanted was getting caught by Aizawa in the girl's dorm on top of everything. She quickly opened a handbreadth and winced at his pissed off face.
- Let me in ! he hissed, and she complied.
More annoyed by the second with her stupid meddling, he strode in the middle of her room then turned back to face her, furious. And noticed she was wearing her costume. Not the new, improved one that was stored at work, but an old one that had seen many fights and was maybe a bit too tight around the chest these days.
- What the… ?
- Sit down. she said in a harsh tone.
His mouth popped open. He had no idea what had gotten into her : the serious look she threw at him called no bullshit, and she pushed him back until he sat stupidly on her bed. Then she snatched a gift bag that was apparently waiting for him and handled it with the slightest blush.
- What's that ?
- A gift… if you want it. she eluded.
Wary, he gave her a sour look before looking at the content of the bag. And gulped. Looking up at her face again, he couldn't believe she would do this with a straight face.
- If that's a joke it's not the least bit funny ! he spat.
- No joke. You need someone to take care of you and I'd rather it be me than some stranger that will tell his story to the press.
It was actually a mystery to Katsuki that no one had sold him already. They were probably taking his threats very seriously. But still. Uraraka, cute and sweet Uraraka.
- Why the costume ? he managed to ask in a tight voice.
- If we're doing this, I'm in charge.
And she would feel more powerful as a hero, since little Ochaco-chan had always caved in when mean old Bakugô would shout at her. She took a step closer and suddenly her breasts filled his vision.
- So ?
- Ok. he heard himself say, not sure why he was agreeing to it.
- Good. Now strip down.
Katsuki had to admit, she was playing the part quite well. Her voice didn't waver and she looked dead serious, pinning him down with a hard stare. Swallowing hard, he removed his shirt and then bent to take his socks off. From the corner of his eyes, he saw she'd picked up the bag and his heart rate quickened as she took out his gift. As he got rid of his pants, Ochaco lost no time strapping on the big dildo, and it seemed she'd been practicing. Rumbling inside the bag, she snatched a tube of lube and shot him a withering glance.
- Not done yet ?
- This is soooo weird. he mumbled, sliding his underwear down. Fucking happy now ?
That's when she slapped him on the mouth. He'd been so caught up in the eerie atmosphere that he didn't even see it coming.
- What the fuck ?!
- Language ! she hissed, raising her hand again.
Unbelievably, he shut up, eyes wide.
- That's more like it. she crooned. Now turn over.
- You at least know what you're doing ? he complained while obeying her command.
His whining only got him a hard slap on his ass. He grinned, pondering if he should stir her up with more cursing, but she leaned on him to whisper in his ear. He could feel the toy against his back and shivered with anticipation.
- Even if I had no idea what I'm doing, you wouldn't mind, would you ?
Katsuki was the first surprised, but that worked for him and he let out a low laugh. He was well aware of her heavy breasts resting on his shoulder blades and her shallow breathing on his neck. Then she let go of him only to spread his thighs, and he let her get to work, emptying his mind of everything else. It turned out sweet Uraraka Ochaco indeed knew what she was doing. His first moan came as a surprise, but when she picked up the pace, the room was soon filled with his shouting. Cursing, Ochaco grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed his face into a pillow to shut him up. She couldn't believe she was having that much fun. Opening her hero suit, she slid a hand inside to caress her breasts, biting her lips.
- Oh, Todoroki-kun was right, you're such a little slut… she laughed.
- Fuck… Uraraka… Hit me - dammit…
Ochaco had no idea what madness took hold of her but Katsuki didn't have to ask twice. She roughly grabbed his wrist and bent his arm on his back as she usually did to villains she caught, then slapped him hard. But of course he started shouting louder than ever, so she leaned over him again and put her hand on his mouth while pounding him harder, twisting his wrist painfully.
- Next time I'm gonna gag you, you're such a loud bitch.
In the morning, she would have to find an explanation to the whole thing for the girls, but at that moment she couldn't care less as her most obnoxious classmate howled in pleasure, pinned to her bed. Ochaco didn't even mind that he made a mess of himself in her sheets. They ended up sweat soaked and panting, tangled in the weirdest way.
- You can let go now… he said in a strangled voice, wriggling his bruised wrist.
- Sorry.
Gathering back his clothes, Katsuki couldn't believe she would act shy after all she'd done to him. In the middle of her cleaning up, blushing furiously, she risked a glance at him.
- So ? Does it help ?
- You're a crazy one, Round Face. he sighed. I'll try to behave.
- You're welcome. she smiled happily. Come back anytime.
- Yeah, seeya.
He glanced in the corridor to be sure no one was around, inquiring about the noise, then slipped out without looking back, hurrying to his room. He certainly didn't expect that to happen. And on top of it she'd proposed to make it a regular arrangement.
- But who's gonna fuck you, eh ? he mumbled to himself.
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The next day, Katsuki lingered again in the common room, but found it very difficult to work. Playing back the last night in his head, he was trying to understand what happened. Uraraka was probably as fucked up as the rest of them if she was willing to go to such depths to please one of her friends. 'Cause after that, there was no doubt to Katsuki that she was a friend. He desperately needed to put some safe label on her, and friend was the first to come to mind. Frowning, he was trying to decide if it was considered sleeping with a girl or not, something he'd never thought he'd be interested in. His musings brought him late into the night, and no significant amount of work ended up being done. Looking at the time, he felt himself grow restless.
- Rah, fuck it !
He angrily gathered his papers into a folder, dumped them on the kitchen counter to pick up in the morning, and sneaked his way into the girls dorm. When Uraraka opened the door, she didn't seem surprised at all to see him there. She was wearing a light blue tank top and some comfortable pajama pants, and had her headphones on. Taking a step aside, she let him in without any of the sneering he'd imagined. Nervous, he went in and sat on her bed, crossing his arms, trying to look angry.
- Back so soon ? she asked softly, discarding her headphones on the desk.
- Well, maybe you're right and I do have a fucking problem. I must be fucked in the head…
Ochaco smiled sweetly, glad to find out he trusted her to both help him and hear his confessions.
- Don't just stand there gaping, Round Face ! he yelled at her, more annoyed by the second. Fucking get to work !
- Yeah, yeah, I'm just adjusting to the fact that you're here begging to get fucked.
And there it was, the witty smirk he'd imagined on his way to her room, spreading on her face as if a new facet of her was revealed. The not-so-nice Ochaco-chan.
- I'm not begging shit ! he barked.
She got closer and bent over him to have their noses nearly touching.
- Oh but you will, Kacchan. she teased with a bright smile.
- Don't fucking call me that ! he growled.
Uraraka didn't answer but instead withdrew from him and went to her dresser to gather her gear. Katsuki didn't say a word as she shamelessly removed her night clothes in front of him to put on her old costume, then strap on. Finally she turned to face him again, all the niceties gone from her eyes, and he noticed she had something new in her hand.
- I told you I'd gag you next time. she crooned.
Since he didn't object to the whole thing, she came to him and he obediently opened his mouth so she could fix the gag properly. Then she patted his cheek.
- Such a good boy. Now, hurry up and get naked. she ordered while grabbing the lube.
The new confidence she'd found made that second night even more incredible to Katsuki. As he was very close to some crazy orgasm she suddenly stopped and removed the gag that painfully muffled his screams.
- What the fuck ?! he panted.
- I guess that's when you need to start begging, Kacchan. she whispered in his ear.
- I'm fucking not !
Katsuki tried to move his hips to continue impaling himself on the toy, but she caught him in a death grip, one hand flat on the small of his back and the other grabbing his nape in a vicious way. He gasped at the pain and at how hot it was.
- I'm not very patient. she warned.
- Fuck… Uraraka, I'll fucking kill you ! Dammit ! Please ! he cried, out of breath. Fuck me, please !
And so she obliged, laughing as she pounded harder than ever into him, making him lose all restraint. She was sure the whole building heard him, and it was downright sinful. Out of breath herself, Ochaco was painfully aware that her panties were soaked through. She could not hold back a low whine when Katsuki finally spread cum all over. More material for when she would be alone.
As Katsuki caught his breath, he noticed how she looked at him, as if she wanted to remember how wrecked he looked for later. His mind slowly started to work again and he wondered for the umpteenth time what she was getting out of this. Their eyes met and she avoided his gaze.
- Time to leave. she told him gently.
- Yeah, that sure will get Aizawa looking for what's going on.
- Don't get caught. she warned.
Katsuki playfully showed her his middle finger and she laughed lightly, back to her old self.
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The third night, Katsuki had had enough time to reflect on the whole matter. As he was gathering his clothes and putting them back on, he watched her closely. Uraraka was breathing heavily, and her open costume showed him enough cleavage that he could see how flushed she was. The stupid girl was horny as fuck.
- Be careful when you leave. she whispered, eager to see him off.
- I think I'll stay a bit. he told her deadpan.
And let himself sink back at the feet of her bed, acting completely at ease. Her eyes widened as she seemed unable to process what he was saying. Then she winced.
- Bakugô, please, you got what you wanted, leave me alone now.
- What happens when I leave ? he asked, looking her straight in the eyes.
Uraraka blushed and made an offhand gesture, trying to shake his line of questioning.
- I need to tidy up, and I still have work to finish… she tried clumsily.
- Bullshit.
That made her face him again, puffing her cheeks. Now she was pissed, he could see it. A slow smirk crept on his face and he made himself more comfortable, indicating he wasn't getting anywhere. She'd been on edge for days now, and something flipped inside her at his taunting.
- Well, what do you think ?! she snapped angrily. I'd really like you to leave so I can finger myself.
- I figured that much. he smiled. Don't mind me, go ahead.
- What ?
- I think it's only fair.
Uraraka went utterly still, bewildered. Something wicked seemed to rise in her eyes, but suddenly she turned around stiffly, hugging herself self consciously.
- Why d'you want to stay ? she mumbled.
- Dunno. I'm curious. he answered honestly. I won't touch you if that's what you're afraid of.
She looked at him over her shoulder, biting her lips, and decided she could trust him. The gods knew he seemed to trust her. Slowly, she went to her nightstand and opened it to take out her own dildo, something in pink and glitter Tsuyu-chan had once gifted her out of a joke. Katsuki's smile widened and she blushed, but didn't back down. Choosing to ignore him, she let herself fall on her bed and settled comfortably on the pillows as if she was utterly alone. Closing her eyes, she recalled the last three nights and slid one hand to her breasts, playing with her nipples in turn, while the other one went south. Ochaco licked her lips when she realized she was still very wet : this would be fairly easy. In a minute she was hot enough to wiggle her shoulders out of the costume, cupping one breast while rolling her nipple between her fingers. Her breath caught and she lazily opened her eyes, only to meet Katsuki's red ones. She thought it would unsettle her, but she was now too far gone and the prospect of someone watching her only made her senses flare. Katsuki was looking at her with a very serious expression, but it felt safe and so she relaxed and reached farther into her pants, only to find out the costume was very much too tight for her now. Cursing lightly, she started to remove her arms, then angrily slid the damn thing down her thighs. Katsuki leaned forward and grabbed her ankles, tugging the fabric towards him.
- Let me help. he said in a hushed tone that was so foreign to him.
In a few seconds of struggling they got rid of her stupid clothes, costume and panties both, and she spread her thighs wide before grabbing the pink dildo. Laying back opposite her, Katsuki watched her fuck herself with it, her sweet face frowning lightly as she started to moan softly. His hands were sweaty but he was mildly relieved to find his dick was soft. Not into girls after all. This was a different kind of thrill he couldn't put his name upon. Uraraka seemed to work herself in waves, moaning louder and louder then slowing down to breathe in rhythm with the toy getting in and out of her, again and again, each time faster and harder until she started to shake uncontrollably. Katsuki watched her struggling until he understood she was too shaken to fuck herself properly once she got close to relief. Remembering his promise, he let it go once, then twice. But she was so wrecked it was painful to watch, so when she started shouting again, he finally snapped with a tsk. Leaning over her, he slapped her hand away from the toy and she opened her eyes wide, apparently not knowing exactly where she was anymore.
- I'll show you how that's done. he growled in annoyance.
Ochaco let out a high pitched moan when he got hold of the toy, starting with a slow but deep pace. Soon she was arching her back, grabbing the pillows behind her, panting heavily.
- F-fuck. Harder !
And so he obliged. Harder and faster until she came undone. Under the pressure, she tried to close her thighs but he grabbed her and forced them open, mercilessly fucking her puffed pussy with the pink toy, grinning like a madman. All she could say was a litany of yes, oh fuck, right there and then some more that made no sense anymore. Katsuki could see she had trouble breathing, her fingers slipped in the sheets, unable to get a hold. Her body started tingling from head to toe, and then she could feel nothing except from the burning heat that swept her, ripping an insane moan from her throat as pure pleasure crashed over her. Entranced, Katsuki watched her shake violently and let go of her, sitting back to take a look at her whole. He waited patiently, and it took her several minutes to get her breath back and open her eyes. Meeting his gaze, she shivered, and he gave her a wicked smile before tossing the crumpled sheets over her.
- I think we're even now. he said while getting up.
- Ah - now way. she whined. You still owe me…
- 'T'was your fucking idea, remember ? I don't owe you shit. But it was fun.
Ochaco giggled, overcome by the warm and cozy sensation that filled her body. She smiled at him sweetly and nodded in agreement.
- But still, Round Face, you should find someone to fuck you. Seems like you need it.
- Yeah, well, I'll think about it. she answered lazily, feeling sleepy.
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They all had to admit this was a wicked party. But they were celebrating becoming official heroes, and some amount of messing around was mandatory. They had all gathered in some luxurious cabin Yaomomo's parents had agreed to let them use for the weekend. Lost somewhere in the woods, out of touch from civilization, they could go wild without bothering anyone. It was late already, most of their classmates were already in bed despite the deafening music, and Iida was snoring loudly on a nearby couch. Those still up had gone from drinking games to erotic ones, and Uraraka was fuming, red as a beet.
- Come on Ochaco-chan, I'm sure Yaomomo won't mind ! Tsuyu was laughing.
Kaminari and Kirishima were chanting kiss kiss kiss while Midoriya was laughing in his glass.
- I wanna see some tongue, girls ! Bakugô threw in drunkenly.
Uraraka just gave him a hard stare and the finger, which made him laugh wickedly. Momo was indeed so drunk she was just giggling stupidly, so Ochaco sighed and leaned towards her for a messy kiss that tasted like that cherry cocktail she'd been drinking all night.
- Right ! Bakugô clapped his hands. Now your turn, Round Face.
- Well, I was thinking I'd call you out, Kacchan. she smirked.
- Careful now. Kaminari laughed.
- Or maybe you'd rather call it a night ? she continued with an insulting tone. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.
- Bring it on, Floaty. Katsuki grinned. You know I never back down.
- You'll make him kiss someone ?! Kaminari giggled stupidly.
- Nope. Since our Lord Murder Whatever seems to like that game so much, I was thinking maybe… oral ?
The gathering exploded in drunken laughter, more than half the people present thinking Ochaco was joking. Katsuki and Ochaco were looking at each other with a strange intensity, and Shôto cursed under his breath. They were both dead serious. Since when were they so… close ?
- I'm game. Bakugô said softly.
- No way ! Kaminari shouted.
- Spin that bottle ! Mina shrieked, crying from too much laughter.
Everyone was clapping hands and laughing as the bottle was spinning fast then turning as if in slow motion on the tiled floor. To finally point at Kirishima. Mina just laughed harder.
- No way ! the redhead blurted out.
- That's the gaaaame. Kaminari teased. Don't worry, we'll give you guys some privacy.
Bakugô was already standing up, giving a wicked smile at his best friend who was at a loss for words.
- Wait guys, shouldn't we ask Mina first, since she's the girlfriend and all ? Midoriya threw in.
Everyone paused, eyes fixed on the pink haired girl who made a show of considering the issue.
- Hum… I think… I'll allow it ! she laughed.
- Babe, Mina, honey, please ! Kirishima begged.
- No no, you're not getting out of this.
The whole gathering pushed him in the first bedroom down the hall, with many bad jokes.
- I'd be worried if I were you, Mina. Todoroki threw in. Bakugô's such a whore, he might get the wrong idea.
- Oi, watch it, Scarface !
- Todoroki-kun's right. Ochaco smiled. Just to be sure, I believe we should tie Bakugô up.
Bewildered, Izuku watched the whole thing, helpless to stop it. Still, Katsuki barely grumbled as Uraraka used her red tie to strap him with his hands up to the bedframe. Again their eyes met and Shôto noticed the strange trust that passed between them. Mina was crooning in Kirishima's ear while helping him remove his pants, and soon she and Denki pushed the redhead towards a waiting Bakugô.
- Will you now fuck off ! the blond shouted.
- Don't chicken out, Kirishima !
- We know Bakugô won't !
The door closed and Katsuki looked at his drunk friend, blushing furiously in front of him.
- You sure about this, Bakugô ?
- Stop fretting, I ain't losing a bet to fucking Uraraka because of you !
Katsuki would rather die than tell his best friend he'd dreamed about it on several occasions. So when Kirishima finally gave in, it felt like Christmas and Katsuki made the best of it. First the redhead went with a oh, then soon something like ooooh and finally he just cursed because apparently it felt so good. Despite his friend's mumbling, Katsuki could hear the other morons giggling through the door, and tried to ignore them. It didn't take him long to have Kirishima shaking violently as some insane moan escaped him while emptying himself down Katsuki's throat. Panting, bewildered, the redhead clumsily grabbed his pants with a guilty look on his face.
- Fuck, sorry bro…
But his stupid apology was cut short by their friends barging in, laughing like a pack of hyenas. Bakugô just threw a vicious look at Uraraka, who smiled all the more.
- That was too easy for our favorite slut. she laughed, before clapping her hand on Kaminari's shoulder. Who's next ?
- Denki ! Mina shouted, hysterical.
More peer pressure found Kaminari with his pants down while the girls hushed everyone out again. A frown on his face, Izuku grabbed Ochaco's arm with concern.
- Uraraka, that's really not ok.
- You're joking right ? she laughed drunkenly. You lot may have forgotten, but I haven't. It's midnight and today's Bakugô's birthday. What better gift than a bunch of dicks ?!
Izuku couldn't believe what he was hearing. Since when did his friend turn so foul mouthed and inconsiderate ? Beside him, Shôto sneered.
- She's not wrong, best birthday present for Bakugô.
The now ex A class welcomed back a stunned Denki with more laughter, and someone asked who's next ? The girls wooooped when Shôto took his beer with him and went in, but Izuku couldn't help but feel betrayed.
Kneeling in front of Bakugô, Shôto raised his glass.
- Thought you might want a drink.
- Good thinking, jerk. As you can see, I'm a bit tied right now.
- Happy birthday, by the way.
He let the blond sip his glass, then searched his face for any hint at how uncomfortable his position was. The stupid fucker just grinned back.
- So, Half'n'half, you next in line ?
- You'd like that, wouldn't you ? Shôto grated.
- I'm sure you would too.
Not knowing what got into him, Shôto just backhanded him straight in the face. Drunk as he was, he'd put too much force in it too. But Bakugô just laughed evilly.
- Now you're getting it. he grinned.
- Don't make me do it.
- Oh come on ! I'm sure this will feel like the sweetest revenge.
- Someone really should shut you up.
Putting his glass down, Shôto threw a disgusted glance at the young man and began untying him, bracing himself to do the right thing despite the anger rising in him. Bakugô was baiting him, and the worst part was it was working. Grinding his teeth, clutching the red tie and sliding it away from the bed, he tried to breathe deeper.
- You know first thing tomorrow morning I'll be with your father, don't you ?
Shôto's eyes widened at the careless words, and he just had time to wonder if Katsuki was completely mad and asking for trouble before his temper flared suddenly. He roughly pulled on the tie, dragging the blond on the floorboards until he violently slammed his back to the wall. A surprised yelp escaped the young hero but soon he was chuckling darkly again. Towering over him, still clutching the fabric that stretched Katsuki's arms up, Shôto felt sick. He needed a drink, or ten. His heart was pounding in his chest watching the red eyes taunting him. Then his gaze drifted to Katsuki's dirty mouth and he growled. Slowly, Shôto's free hand slid to his belt, and a smirk found its way to the blond's lips.
- Changed your mind then ?
- Someone does need to shut you up. he whispered.
The sickening feeling only grew in his chest when he realized he was actually hard, which made Katsuki laugh all the more. Shôto just gave in to his lowest instincts and slapped him again, probably even harder, before grabbing a firstful of bleached hair.
- Now, you're going to shut up or I need to make you ?
As per answer, Katsuki opened his mouth wide and flashed his tongue in the dirtiest way Shôto had ever seen. Cursing, he thrust his cock hard into the cocky bastard's mouth. He had absolutely no idea what possessed him to roughly fuck himself down Katsuki's throat, grabbing his spiky ash blond hair tighter, banging his head on the wall in the process. Harder and harder, pulling at the tie to keep his classmate's arms outstretched, until he felt Katsuki gag around his cock. Withdrawing with a disgusted look on his face, Shôto had a plain view of the absolute mess he had made of the other. Drool was trickling down to the blond's shirt and he was coughing in between something akin to low laughter. His lips were red and swollen, and Shôto could already see that the slaps he'd given would turn to bruises. The young Todoroki stiffened when he heard someone try to open the door, and remembered he'd locked it on a whim when he entered. Had his alcohol soaked brain planned for all this to happen ?
- Shôto ? Midoriya's concerned voice came muffled through the panel. Is everything alright ?
- Y-yeah. he started to answer, but was cut short.
- Leave us the fuck alone for five fucking minute, nerd ! Katsuki yelled, catching his breath. Now, back to us, Scarface. That all you got ?
Bewildered, Shôto watched as Katsuki pulled at his restraints to get closer to him and give a long and thorough licking at his throbbing cock.
- Fuck, you're such a slut. the words ghosted from his lips.
He couldn't believe it when the blond actually used the tie Shôto was gripping to draw him closer. Katsuki gave him the dirtiest look before swallowing him again whole in one swift motion. Shôto just let go : clearly, the punk was asking for it, so why disappoint ? Riled up, he proceeded to methodically wreck the other's throat, enjoying the low growls coming deep from Katsuki's chest. Red eyes were glazed and the nastiest thoughts were bubbling into Shôto's mind. He hissed when he understood he would cum shortly, which only made Katsuki more eager.
- No, no, no. Shôto grated through his teeth. You don't get to have it your way.
Roughly grabbing Katsuki's hair, he pulled out and finally let himself cum, spreading it all over the blond's face. Panting, satisfied, Shôto just dragged the young man towards the bed and tied him up again. Then he pulled his pants up, straightening himself, and squatted in front of Katsuki with a smirk.
- This way everyone can see you for the whore you are.
A dark satisfaction bloomed in him as he took in the disbelieving look Katsuki gave him. Shôto turned around, unlocked the door and left without bothering to close it. Sounds of laughter and loud music bled out into the room, but Katsuki could still hear the faint exclamations of surprise from his friends.
- Todoroki ? Is everything ok ? Ochaco asked.
- I need a drink. was the only answer, as if he was exhausted.
- Where's Ka… ? came Midoriya's voice by the door.
It was cut short as the green haired hero took in the scene. Katsuki saw him pale, then quickly shut the door and came to him in a few strides, kneeling by his side to take a closer look at the damage.
- Oh my gosh, did Shôto do that to you ?! he asked, disbelieving.
- Wouldn't have thought that from your precious white knight, eh ? Katsuki laughed low, then coughed.
Izuku felt frozen in place with no idea what to do, his heart pounding in his chest. He took in his childhood friend's tousled hair, the fabric that had burned his wrists red, the obvious blows he'd got hidden below the thick coat of cum. And when finally he lowered his eyes to his friend's casual sweatpants, he saw how hard Katsuki was. Izuku's mind reeled at the sight.
- Kacchan ? he whispered.
- What, nerd ? his friend answered in annoyance.
- You like people hurting you ?
Katsuki's eyes narrowed, not knowing where this line of questioning was heading. He licked his bruised lips only to taste Todoroki's flavor on them. The fucking nerd was dead silent and breathing hard.
- What's it to you, Deku ? he drawled, unable to take his eyes off the young hero.
- I think… I think I like seeing you hurt.
Green eyes met his, fully confused. Had he been drinking too ? Katsuki wondered. Then suddenly Izuku shuffled closer to him and tentatively extended his hand until he grabbed the sweatpants with two fingers, pulling lightly. A silent question was written on his face but Katsuki's head was blank. Maybe he'd got banged up on the wall too many times. Since he said nothing, Izuku's hand slipped inside his clothes and Katsuki groaned. Some instinct wanted him to catch his childhood friend's wrist, but he was painfully reminded that fucking Todoroki had tied him back to the damn bedframe. He could only spare a few silent curses to the scarred bastard before Izuku's hand got hold of his still half-hard cock and started to jerk him off. Damn, he would have seen it all ! Or maybe not, since Izuku used his other hand to tenderly cup the bruised - and sticky - side of his face. Katsuki slowly exhaled when the younger one started twisting his wrist as he went up and down, and hissed as his calloused thumb lightly rubbed the tip of his cock.
- You really are a little pervert… Katsuki breathed out, biting his lips to stifle a moan.
- Hush. Izuku answered with an anxious look behind his shoulder.
Taking a second look at the situation he was in, Katsuki had to admit it was a nice conclusion for that crazy evening. He gave in completely, shuffling slightly into a better position, widening the space between his thighs to let Izuku come closer. That was the right call and the blond let out a loud moan. He couldn't care less about who would hear, but clearly Izuku did as he fearfully shut him up with a kiss that startled Katsuki. He grinned to himself : this was sooo wrong. The simple image of cute Izuku sharing a taste of all their friends with him thought that kiss nearly had him cum right away.
- Fuck, Deku, untie me.
- I will…
- Now !
- Just let me finish this.
When they were younger, Izuku used to always cave in when Katsuki raised his voice, and he thought maybe he could threaten him now, but clearly they were past that. So Katsuki switched to dirty pleading.
- Untie me and I'll fucking grant your wish. he breathed into Izuku's ear.
- You have no idea what it is that I want. the nerd smiled back at him.
His grip tightened and Katsuki cursed, feeling himself tip over fast until he saw all white. Out of breath, he came to the same sweet smile that so annoyed him all the time.
- Happy birthday, Kacchan. I'll untie you now.
- Whatever. he growled, before getting his arms back and all the pain that went with it.
- Next year, let's do something a bit more conventional, eh ?
- Fuck. Katsuki hissed. Yeah, let's do that, nerd.