And They Were Roomates. (KiriTodoBaku)

Flashbacks and Foreplay

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"Fuck - I'm going to ruin him."
"Bakugou! Don't talk about him like that..."
"Says the one moaned his name last night."
"What?! Bakugou someone might hear you! And that was an accident..."

Currently, Todoroki was sparring with Midoriya in Gym Gamma. He'd come a long way since first year - his power seemed to have grown exponentially over his time at UA. Bakugou both hated and unwillingly respected his improvement. Todoroki was going to be an even bigger monster by the end of third year. Bakugou swore he was going to thrash him on the end of year exams, though.

The reason Bakugou and Kirishima were practically drooling on the sidelines was the fact Todoroki was only wearing the gym uniform trousers with a black tank top. His spars with Midoriya usually became pretty tense - hence the lack of gym jackets. The two onlookers were only present for the fighting observation of course...
"Why does he have to look so hot..." Kirishima whined from next to him. His arm was slung over the blondes shoulder, who naturally leant into the red heads chest.

"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" The goofy tone of Denki rang from behind them. Instantly, Bakugou created some distance between them but didn't shrug off the arm on his shoulder.
"Tch. Waiting for the nerds to stop hogging the gym." He spat, wiping the relaxed expression from his face. Emotionally, he'd improved a lot in the almost 2 years he's been at UA. He's less angry, less loud and can actually tolerate teamwork every so often.

He still hates everyone obviously.

Kirishima grinned, eyes sparkling as he replied happily to what Bakugou said. He wasn't really listening as he watched the red heads lips move  in conversation.

He just hates some people a little less...

They'd gotten close in the time they'd known each other - Kirishima was talented in breaking down every single wall around his heart. At the time, Bakugou didn't understand his feelings - he knew deep down he liked the boy's company but absolutely refused to make it known. It was a slow process, Kirishima would keep chipping away and no matter how many layers he'd build - the red head would continue relentlessly.

He'd ignore him.
He'd insult him.
He'd say they would never be friends.

But.
He'd help him study.
They'd eat meals together.
They would... touch each other.

It was innocent at first. Kirishima would wrap his arm around his shoulder on the walk to class - or press their knees together under the lunch table.
Ofcourse Bakugou refused all of them at first. But eventually, he found himself wanting those touches. As a child he wasn't shown a lot of affection and so he never thought he needed it. He lived just perfectly without it.
However, he'd lean close into Kirishima's space when helping with his homework - red hair tickling his face. Or sometimes he'd nudge his foot into Kirishima's thigh if they were sitting on the floor.

"Ngh... Bakugou-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"You always know the best things to say..."

Kirishima was sprawled underneath him, tie loose, school shirt half unbuttoned, panting as Bakugou palmed him though unzipped trousers. His lips were red and swollen, eyes glazed but bright in the evening sun that fed though the dorm room balcony.

They did this a lot. He wasn't even sure when it started. They weren't dating. Bakugou didn't date. He didn't love people.
That's what he told himself at least.

"Shouji isn't in his room, anyways." Kirishima hissed as he leant down to kiss at his collarbone. He restrained himself from digging his teeth in.
"Dunce face is right below us, idiot." Mumbling against warm skin, he started fiddling with his own trousers.
They hid whatever 'this' was. He got the feeling Racoon Eyes was onto the both of them but she hadn't said anything yet.
"Todoroki isn't that - Ah - far..." Kirishima commented, a light blush making its way down his neck.
Todoroki.
Kirishima was the one who picked up Bakugou's stares at the half and half boy. To an outsider it would look like a challenging glare. But to someone who's been moaning in his pillows - it's pretty obvious. Bakugou wanted to touch him. He wanted to wipe off that smug face and replace it with a blushing, crying mess. It was this weird obsessive feeling he couldn't quell. But it could never happen. Todoroki was the one goal he couldn't reach. It was partially due to his pride but also the undeniable fact Todoroki was completely and utterly socially inept.

"Ngh!"
Kirishima bit his lip to keep quiet.
Bakugou loved this.
Watching people break under him.
Kirishima taught him that.

"Wanna shout his fucking name?" He took both their lengths into one hand, groaning quietly at the movement.
"Maybe I should shout your name." Kirishima replied, running fingers over his collarbone.
Fuck.
Bakugou wanted that.
But he couldn't have it. Everyone else would hear. He let out a harsh breath, unconsciously jerking his hand faster.

"If he - shit - walked in on us... What would you do?"
"Yell at him."
"You know that's not what I mean."
Bakugou didn't reply. It was embarrassing to lay out all the details.
"Fuck!" Bakugou let out a small cry as Kirishima's hand joined his own at their cocks, adding to the friction.
"What would you do?" Kirishima pushed, his playful gaze melting into a heated stare.
That was new.
Bakugou jolted as Kirishima's thumb brushed over his sensitive head.
"I want... to touch him." Bakugou almost whimpered, surprised at the sudden change in dynamic.
"Touch him where?" Kirishima was like a completely different person - voice dropping into a low tone.
"Fuck - everywhere - anywhere - I want - ngh -"
He was getting close now, the tension in his abdomen almost snapping. His hips twitched to their own accord.
He was so close.
So close.

"What the fuck!" Bakugou almost screamed it. Kirishima had knocked his hand off their cocks and held his tight around the base - denying him of his orgasm. His hips still jerked against his will.
"Tell me what you'd do to him." Crimson eyes drilled into him. He was ready to punch them black-
"Nghh! Fuck- fuck- fuck-" Instantly that thought died.
Kirishima had brought his other hand to his dick, using his palm to rub circles right at the tip. His other hand kept a tight grip around the girth. The intense pleasure caused Bakugou's jaw to drop open, eyes widened in both shock and oversensitivity.
"Tell me." Bakugou's arms that were caged around Kirishima's head trembled.
"I want- ahhh- I want t-to overstimulate him." He choked out, taking a shaky breath.
"Anything else?" Kirishima whispered, now cupping his hand to rub all around his head. Bakugou used all of his power not to fall and crush him - his thighs shook pathetically.
"Fu-nghh-shit I want- want you... Fuck - slow down..." Bakugou could barely talk, overwhelmed. Kirishima slowed only slightly.
"I want you to- to- pin him down so... shit - so he can't move." Bakugou actually whimpered that time, close to release. All his instincts were telling him to not submit - to dominate - to regain control. But the  intense pleasure made his head fog.
They were definitely going to get some interesting questions from Denki later...

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"Ah~ I'm close..." Todoroki whined, letting the back of his head drop onto the blondes wet shoulder. Bakugou watched the way his eyebrows scrunched in ecstasy, strands of wet hair bouncing ever so slightly with harsh thrusts from Kirishima. The blonde could barely tear red eyes away from his throat muscles which tensed every time he cried out.
Fucking hell - he was seriously carved by Gods.
Drops of shower water speckled his skin, running trails down his porcelain face and stretched neck. Bakugou was honestly surprised how close to the edge he himself was with the lack of proper friction.
The power of Shouto Todoroki.

"Come on then, cum." Kirishima murmured, lips brushing the others, staring intensely. Bakugou's heart almost stopped when those crimson eyes flicked over - locking with his.
He could never forget that burning gaze.