Part 3 of the Magic Sex Weed Chronic AU because I'm terribly...

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Part 3 of the Magic Sex Weed Chronic AU because I'm terribly impatient and want to post RIGHT NOW. 

TdBk and TdBkDk, Dom Izuku, some daddy kink, exhibitionism, D/S ~stuff and we'll see what else happens because I don't even know yet 

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Part 1:

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This fic is saved in my docs as "Nailed in the Butt by my Childhood Bully Victim and a Metric Fuck Ton of Chronic"

That's a pretty good summary.

BkDk, CW for copious amounts of pot, Dom Izuku, and super duper stoned sex :)

Part 2:

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Part 2 of the Magic Sex Weed Chronic AU!

Featuring: TdDk, daddy kink, and Todoroki absolutely getting off on hearing about how good Izuku gave it to Bakugou.

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Katsuki feels like he’s been run over by a bus. 

It’s been THREE WHOLE *fucking* days and he’s sore in places he didn’t even know existed, namely these weird achy muscles located where his thighs and hips are connected.

                            6
                        
Every time he walks up the stairs to his bed he can /feel/ it like he never has before. 

And that’s to say nothing of his biceps and abs and his fucking /ass muscles./ At least he’s not sore-- well.

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In a place literally no one could ever fucking fault him for being sore, given the really /ridiculously/ oversized circumstances. He’d maybe been a little less than comfortable the morning after, but then Deku had-- with his /tongue/ and his stupid, pretty fucking mouth and--

                            8
                        
Okay, yeah, that had maybe been. Great, actually. 

But seriously, what the actual fuck? What had Deku /done/ to him? He’s motherfucking Ground Zero and he should not be /this/ goddamn sore just from /sex./

                            9
                        
Is it always like this? Holy shit, does Kaminari just walk around sore as fuck all the fucking time? Does /Todoroki/?

                            10
                        
Maybe it’s like gym soreness, like the kinda thing you just got used to after a while and maybe even liked a little and just sort of expected. 

Not that Katsuki likes it. 

He doesn’t. 

He /doesn’t./

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He hates it, in fact, hates that every literal goddamn step he takes reminds him of--

Goddamn it.

He needs to blow something up. And he’s /never/ smoking Kaminari’s weed again. 

Or maybe he should smoke it all the time, really, he truly doesn’t fucking know.

                            12
                        
He grumbles to himself while he moves around his kitchen, but he’s not even really sure what he’s so pissy about.

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It could have something to do with the fact that he hasn’t talked to or texted with Deku since he did a lot of really filthy shit with his mouth and then left Katsuki to sleep in the middle of a twisted pile of sheets that smelled so much like /Deku/ Katsuki /still/~

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~hadn’t been able to bring himself to wash them, even though they really fucking needed it. He’s pretty sure that can’t be it though. He and Deku aren’t on a daily communication schedule. Sometimes they go weeks without talking; they’re both busy being heroes and shit.

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It’s not like they’ve ever /checked in/ with each other. 

So it really can’t be that. 

What does he give a fuck if Todoroki changed his fucking facebook relationship status from ‘single’ to very not fucking single two days ago.

                            16
                        
Who the fuck even uses Facebook anymore. Fuck, Todoroki is /lame./

                            17
                        
Katsuki is too annoyed, slamming around in his kitchen while he makes himself a cup of coffee.

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He has a free day, and even though Shitty Hair and Pikachu have been trying to talk him into coming out to a park or a mall or some shit with them, he’s much more inclined to stay in his fucking house and mope about Deku.

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Except for ‘mope’ means ‘be fucking pissed about,’ and fuck anyone who implies otherwise. 

His scalding hot shower helped a little, and he thinks a cup of coffee and about thirty minutes of violent video games should ease the tension in his chest.

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He doesn’t even bother getting dressed, just leaves his towel slung around his waist and eases himself back up the stairs to his bed, his TV, and his PlayStation.

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He hadn’t been able to look at the bed for a whole day after… the incident. Now it’s just the nightstand that brings a hot, furious, embarrassed flush to his cheeks every time he considers it.

Not even in Katsuki’s worst nightmares does Deku find out about…. The Toy.

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Katsuki still can’t think of him /knowing/ about it without feeling sorta sick. Deku had seemed to find the whole thing kinda funny, hadn’t seemed to read too much into it, but that was almost worse, now that he was gone.

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At the time, Katsuki had appreciated that Deku didn’t harp on it, or ask him to explain himself, but now--

What must he be thinking?

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Probably that Katsuki is a lame fucking lame ass loser who buys shitty home made hero merch because he’s that much of a fan boy, and even that wouldn’t be /so/ bad if it hadn’t been /Deku’s/ toy.

                            25
                        
Katsuki hates this. He really, truly does. He’d rather lick ground glass than think about his stupid idiot fantasies and his stupid idiot feelings and his stupid idiot Deku. 

Why /the fuck/ hasn’t he called?

                            26
                        
How fucking /dare/ he just come in here with his big dumb shoulders and his /sinful/ arms and all those freckles~

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~(“Some people think they’re /cute,/ Kacchan” and fuck you fuck you fuck you, you stupid worthless nerd they’re not cute they’re devastating and I fucking hate your /guts/ and all your freckles too) and his--

Fuck the way he’d smiled.

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The way he’d--

Katsuki had /never/ felt like that before. Like. 

He doesn’t even have words for it. He hadn’t felt like himself.

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He’d felt all fuzzy & weird inside like his consciousness was located at the end of a long dark tunnel and everything that happened to his body took a long time to get there. 

And everything that had happened-

Katsuki really, truly, unequivocally /loathed/ how good it had felt.

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He’d sort of hoped that in the impossible alternate dimension where he and Deku hooked up in his fantasies that it would just be really god awful terrible bad. That they could laugh about it and move on and maybe even actually be friends instead of… whatever it was they were.

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But then Deku had to come in here with his /Good job, baby/s, and his /Look so good, Kacchan/s and his /harder, harder, harder/ and really where the fuck did he get the right? 

Why. The /*fuck*/ hasn’t he called?

                            32
                        
Katsuki’s jaw is so tight it hurts, and he’s buzzing on the edge of something he doesn’t want to think about so he sets his coffee down on that godforsaken nightstand, and plays a game for a while.

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He doesn’t look at the nightstand head-on when he grabs his coffee. He pretends it doesn’t exist. He hasn’t even opened the drawer since Deku left.

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The game does not help since Katsuki is so distracted he keeps getting killed, and he is so livid that he is actually reaching for his coffee cup, fully intending to fling it over his railing (cheaper to replace than the PlayStation controller) when there is a knock at his door.

                            35
                        
Katsuki draws up short, too many emotions screaming all at once. Annoyance, because who the fuck-- and hope, because /Deku/-- and terror because what if /Deku/-- and /fury/ because /*what if Deku*/-- and

“Who the /fuck/--”

“It’s Shouto.” 

/Sho--/

/Ex-fucking-scuse me?/

                            36
                        
“What the fucking /shit/ do you want, Half ‘n Half!” Katsuki bellows from the top of his stairs. 

“Open the door, please.” 

“Hey, /fuck/ you.” 

“You are aware that I was only being polite, right, Bakugou? Your front door isn’t exactly a vault safe.”

                            37
                        
Katsuki flings himself down the stairs, yelling unintelligibly for most of the journey, and then yanks open the door. “/What?/”

                            38
                        
Todoroki is looking infuriating, as usual. His hair is perfect. His face is perfect. His flat expression holds only the tiniest hint of interest and it goads Katsuki instantly into a fury. 

He has his arms crossed over his chest, and he’s holding a plain leather bag in one hand.

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His sweater is way too big for him and Katsuki /hates/ that he’s actually making it work. Katsuki had always prided himself on knowing a good /look/ when he saw one and suddenly, around three years ago, everything Todoroki wore made him look like he’d stepped off a runway.

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Katsuki has /no idea/ why because Todoroki’s fashion sensibilities had always been fairly plain and bordering on bad.

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He supposes it’s because Todoroki is just so fucking /pretty/ everything looks like couture on him, but then Katsuki should be able to wear a big fuck off sweater and look good too and he really doesn’t think he could--

“Are you going to let me in?” 

“No. Fuck off.”

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Todoroki doesn’t move. His eyes track from Katsuki’s face, stall on his cheek, and then his neck, and down his chest and by the time his eyes land on Katsuki’s waist, Katsuki can feel himself flushing all over. He’d answered the door in his towel like a fucking idiot and he...

                            43
                        
It’s been three days so most of his bruises are sort of yellow and faded now, but they’re still there. 

And he knows Todoroki is examining every single one. 

“What the fuck do you /want/ Half ‘n Half?” Katsuki grits out, hand trembling on the door.

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Todoroki gives Katsuki a truly withering stare. “We need to have a conversation.” 

“Fuck off.” Katsuki tries to slam the door, but Todoroki sticks his hand out and the door just /stops./

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Katsuki would have to really /try,/ to really fight Todoroki to get him to move and it makes Katsuki want to scream. Todoroki looks so fucking elegant and graceful and it’s really goddamn fucking annoying to be reminded that he’s built like a brick wall.

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He’s taller than Katsuki, and if he’d focused on weight training more, he’d be wider too. Instead, all his muscle is sort of evened out over his whole stupid perfect dumb body.

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He’s the kinda guy Katsuki might have wondered about, if he’d passed him on the street, might have speculated as to whether he was totally ripped or kinda soft under all his clothes.

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Katsuki had, of course, seen Todoroki in plenty of locker rooms so he knows exactly how good he looks under that sweater and that thought is really supremely un-fucking-helpful. 

“I swear to fuck, Halfie--” 

“Oh, shut up, Katsuki,” Todoroki drawls, slipping into the room.

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Katsuki is so shocked he actually does. Todoroki lets the door slip shut behind him, and then leans against it, still frustratingly lackadaisical about all of this. “I told you we need to talk.” 

“About /what./” Katsuki thinks he knows, but he wants to make Todoroki say it.

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A little gleam comes into Todoroki’s eyes and he says, “/Why/ haven’t you called Izuku?” 

He--

Wait. 

What now?

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“Uh.” 

“Are you truly that stubborn? I know you enjoyed yourself.” 

“How the fuck would you--” 

Todoorki gives Katsuki a smile that could stop traffic and does this stupidly sexy little wiggle that makes his sweater slide off his shoulder.

                            52
                        
Katsuki looks because how the fuck could he not, and the line of dark hickies over Todoroki’s collarbone feels like a punch to the gut.

                            53
                        
There is also-- and Katsuki feels his whole fucking brain just /stop/ working exactly like it had when Deku had said /We’re not friends, are we, Kacchan?/ when he sees-- a strip of pink and white lacey meshy cloth over his mostly bare shoulder.

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Katsuki wonders if waiting until he was fucking 20 years old to screw for the first time is why this shit does this to him. He should not be this utterly destroyed by the sight of Todo-goddamn-roki wearing whatever the shit that is. Is he wearing a /bra/? 

But like,/why though?/

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Maybe there’s some kind of resistance involved here, like Katsuki hasn’t built up the proper immunities yet. Because Todoroki shouldn’t- Katsuki shouldn’t be wondering- what the fuck does he care what the half ‘n half bastard wears under his clothes? Why the fuck does it matter?

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“I’ve /been there,/ Bakugou,” Todoroki informs him, still wearing that sexy (fuck why does it have to be--) sly ass little smile. “I /know/ you enjoyed yourself.”

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Katsuki has no idea what to say that but he feels tired all of a sudden, sorta wrung out, and… not really angry anymore. He spends most of his free time feeling angry so he never knows what to do or think or feel when he doesn’t.

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“He coulda called me,” he mumbles, and he’s so mortified he actually said it, he turns around and stomps toward his staircase. He needs to get dressed. 

“Of course he couldn’t,” Todoroki says, scoffing. “Do you know Izuku or don’t you?”

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“Hey, I’ve known him--” 

“Then you should know that since he came onto you and then put a Katsuki-shaped dent in your mattress, he’s been agonizing over whether or not he did the right thing.”

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Katsuki turned back to Todoroki and couldn't wipe the sulky glare from his face. “The right thing.” 

“He’s worried about you,” Todoorki announces. “He’s afraid if he rushes you, you’ll never speak to him again.”

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Katsuki opens his mouth to retort, but that. Makes sense actually. It makes a /lot/ of sense. 

It makes so much sense that it pisses Katsuki off, and he snaps, “He fucking told you what we did?”

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Todoroki gives him that sly smile again and he really needs to /stop it./ “He told me all about it.” 

Katsuki had known that’s what Todoroki would say, but he hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. 

It does.

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It hurts /a lot/ and Katsuki feels his cheeks and his chest start to burn, even feels his palms start to sweat like they do right before he’s about to blow something up.

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He hisses, “Fucker,” and tells himself he’s not trying to hide when he walks up his stairs. He tells himself that but he sits down on his bed immediately and can feel his hands shaking.

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He can see them, in his head, /laughing/ at him, god he probably sounded so fucking /stupid/ making those… /sounds/-- and then Pikachu had to open his big fucking mouth and--and-- /fuck!/

“Bakugou?” 

Todoroki is on the stairs, and he gives Katsuki a wide-eyed, confused look.

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“I’ve said something.” 

“You said a lot of shit,” Katsuki hisses. 

“I don’t think I’ve said anything you should find upsetting.”

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Katsuki surges up off his bed, clenching the ends of his towel in one fist and brandishing the other at Todoroki when he says, “It’s none of your fucking business what I-- how I--”

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Katsuki can’t figure out what he’s trying to say so instead he shouts, “Go on, tell me how you and shitty Deku fucking gossiped and laughed about--”

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“We didn’t laugh about you,” Todoroki interrupts, voice deadpan but also firm and earnest in that way he has that tells Katsuki’s he’s totally serious. “You think we laughed at you, Katsuki?”

                            70
                        
Katsuki really wishes he would stop saying his name. Like, none one but his fucking mom calls him Katsuki and it’s starting to squirm under his skin, make him feel sorta off balance.

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“We didn’t laugh at you,” Todoroki came forward, was too close all at once and Katsuki would have taken a step back except his bed was in the way so he just had to stand there like a dumb ass. 

“No.” 

“No. Of course not.” 

“Then what-- why did he--”

                            72
                        
Todoroki licks his lips and looks like he’s considering what he’s going to say next. But his body language, the weird, foreign expression on his face-- it makes Katsuki pause, heart suddenly /hammering/ and hands sweating again, and what the fuck is he even /doing here/--

                            73
                        
“I told him to show me how he fucked you.”

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Oh holy shit, holy /shit/ what the /fuck/ is happening, what the /fuck shit/--

Heat floods Katsuki’s whole body. Shit, he even gets a little light headed, and he can’t- his brain is doing that thing, that thing it did the first time Deku /kissed/ him when everything just sorta--

                            75
                        
the whole world stopped and Katsuki’s whole head was just /yes yes yes finally finally yes/ and he-- but that doesn’t make sense and what--

“Uh. What?” 

Todoroki smiles his dizzying smile-- and it’s really more like a smirk-- and he says, “I think I’m still sore.”

                            76
                        
Katsuki doesn’t know where the fuck this side of Todoroki came from but he’s actually not totally complaining about it. 

Todoroki rolls his head on his neck and stretches and the sight of it hits Katsuki right in the fucking dick.

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He /knows/ that stretch, knows exactly what it feels like because he’d just-- Deku had done it to /him/ and now Todoroki--

“He still smelled like you.” 

“Did you come here to make fun of me?” Katsuki mumbles, voice sounding strange and distant and kinda muffled in his head.

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“You just want me to know who gets to fuck him, is that it?” 

“I’m doing this wrong,” Todoroki says thoughtfully. “I’m sorry. I’ve only ever done it with Izuku. He’d get it right away.” 

“Get--” What the fuck is he-- “Done /what--/” 

“I’m coming on to you.”

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Katsuki is very sure he has never looked so stupid in his life. He stares at Todoroki, trying to make sense of those words because they really truly just do not, and Todoroki /sighs/ and rolls his eyes and--

Oh. 

He. 

/Fuck./

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Katsuki is too stunned to close his eyes. That’s his first thought, that he should close his eyes, but he can’t really-- Todoroki’s lips are so /soft,/ softer than Deku’s had been and he kisses sort of slow and easy like he wants-- like he wants Katsuki to lead and he smells so--

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/Fucking shit./

He smells like Deku. 

Katsuki starts talking without actually pulling away, so his lips sorta rub at Todoroki’s when he mumbles, “You, you’re wearing his, that’s his sweater, isn’t it, that’s why it’s so--”

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“Mhmm,” Todoroki answers and Katsuki can feel him /smile/, jesus /fuck./

“Big.” Bakugou finishes, a dazed shiver trailing over his skin.

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When he realizes what he’s doing, he jerks back and shoves Todoroki away from him with both hands on Todoroki’s shoulders. 

“Hey, what the /fuck,/Halfie, you can’t just-” 

Todoroki’s eyes drop overtly to Katsuki’s dick and he raises his brows when he meets Katsuki’s gaze again.

                            84
                        
Katsuki’s whole body flushes and he has to fight off igniting little sparks against his palms when he covers up the tent he’s making in his towel with one hand. 

“Get outta here, Todoroki!” He whirls away, kicking himself for not getting dressed like a normal goddamn human.

                            85
                        
When Todoroki doesn’t move, Katsuki chances a glance over his shoulder and finds him /pouting./

“I’m gonna blow up your fucking face!” 

“Can we skip this part?” 

“Skip the-- what?! What /part?!/”

“The part where you pretend like you’re too cool to fuck and too good for us.”

                            86
                        
“For--” 

Us? 

Did he say /us?/

                            87
                        
Katsuki finds himself speechless again, staring at Todoroki in full on silent shock. He flinches when Todoroki steps forward again, but that is the only movement he makes when Todoroki says, “Sit,” and pushes him.

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His legs are bumped up against the foot of his bed, so he has no where to go except there. 

So he just sorta… sits.

Todoroki gives him a smile that Katsuki feels like he maybe shouldn't think is dirty but he definitely totally one hundred percent does.

                            89
                        
What the fuck is wrong with Todoroki? When had he ever favored Bakugou with anything more than a disdainful smirk, a hidden smile, or an angry scowl? And now he’s… smiling like he’s about to try to outdo /Deku/ and-

Oh. 

Wait. 

Ok, hold on. 

“Half-”

“Good puppy."

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That cuts Katsuki off /very effectively./  Katsuki is so shocked he just kinda mouths stupidly like a fish out of water.

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“We don’t really have time for a long, drawn out seduction. Izuku is on patrol in this neighborhood, & gets off in an hour. Now, I brought some stuff-” He taps his leather bag. “But I think Izuku will like it if we use some of your toys too, so where are they, what do you have?”

                            92
                        
Katsuki feels like he might actually legitimately be losing his mind. He can’t even be angry anymore. He’s just..

“What. The hell. Are you talking about?” 

Todoroki gives him another filthy smile and holds up his cell phone. “We’re gonna send Izuku some pictures.”

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That-- actually. 

Huh. 

“What--” Katsuki cuts himself off, and forces himself to take a deep breath before he meets Todoroki’s eyes. “What kind of pictures?” 

Todoroki can sense his weakness, because he swoops forward and throws his arms around Katsuki’s neck.

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All at once, Katsuki feels surrounded, like he had when Todoroki had kissed him, and when /Deku/ had kissed him, like he’s drowning but he likes it. It’s… 

Katsuki really wants to find it infuriating but it just feels so fucking good.

                            95
                        
His hands come up around Todoroki’s waist like he’s not actually controlling them.  

Todoroki puts his lips against Katsuki’s ear and he doesn’t sound like himself when he answers, “The kind that would make Midnight blush.”

                            96
                        
Katsuki should put a stop to this. This is a terrible idea. He needs to stop Todoroki right now, Todoroki is /crawling into his fucking lap,/ he’s /putting his knees/ on either side of Katsuki’s, and he smells good, and he’s--

“Fuck.”

                            97
                        
The word just slips out on a sigh, half stuttered and mostly air, when Todoroki slips his hand down over the bunched towel and grabs Katsuki somewhere he really isn’t used to being grabbed. 

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

                            98
                        
Katsuki can’t think. That’s the problem with this whole other-people-grabbing-his-dick business. It’s. 

It’s just so fucking hard to think. 

Katsuki lets his head fall forward against Todoroki’s soft, wonderful sweater when his too-cool hand parts the towel and slips in to--

                            99
                        
“Shit, Half ‘n Half, I can’t-- you-- ah, fuck.” 

“You’re wet,” Todoroki whispers, and he pushes his thumb up against the head of Katsuki’s cock. 

Throw him on the fucking ground, you absolute fucking--

“What ‘m I supposed to do with your fucking hand--”

                            100
                        
“I wasn’t teasing. I like it.” 

Katsuki takes a deep breath that sort of shivers out of him and that’s the worst part, because he knows this reaction in himself. It had only happened when Deku had…

                            101
                        
Had touched him. Had said truly filthy things to him, & Katsuki had just /shivered/ like a little dog &-

Todoroki slips his hand lower, between Katsuki’s legs so he can drag his nails along the inside of Katsuki’s thigh before he takes Katsuki’s cock in hand, all in one motion.

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