Shoto the Super Sussy Baka

Shoto eyed the box distrustfully, despite that fact that it was Izuku holding it out to him, expression expectant.

"My birthday isn't for a couple more days," he said, gingerly reaching for the box, "and we agreed no presents."

"No," Izuku said placidly, "you said no presents and I didn't say anything."

And, now that Todoroki thought about it, that was true. He'd said no presents and Izuku hadn't responded, and Shoto had taken that for the agreement it apparently wasn't.

"The party isn't until Saturday, though." If dinner with their nearest and dearest could be called a party, anyway. Shoto had agreed to a small gathering at their apartment, dinner with Bakugou, Ochaco, Kirishima, Denki and iida , and that was it. A small, intimate gathering. Izuku could have at least waited until then to start busting out presents, because Shoto wasn't stupid enough to think that Ochaco and iida wasn't gonna be bringing him something, however much he had protested he didn't need anything.

"It's not exactly a polite company gift," Izuku said, smiling coyly, as though that wasn't going to set Shoto curiosity off immediately.

"It's not like our friends are polite," Shoto grumbled, but there was a curl of arousal already building in his gut. The box was large, but lighter than Todoroki would have expected for the size. The paper was a deep violet color, so dark it was almost black, with a black silk ribbon knotted around it, and Shoto's fingers were already itching to tear it open.

Instead, he employed what little self-restraint he possessed and unknotted the ribbon gently, because honestly, he had ideas for that ribbon, and then picked the edges of the tape apart until he could get the paper off in one large, mostly intact piece.

Izuku rolled his eyes.

Shoto smirked.

Under the paper was an unassuming black box, so bland that Shoto knew instantly there was something entirely depraved inside. He and Izuku had done enough online shopping for bedroom toys that he knew only something like that could come in a box so plain.

Shoto sucked his lower lip into his mouth, easing the lid of the box up and over the bottom to reveal its contents.

Inside were several, smaller packages, all equally discreet, equally plain, a few with logos from shops he was familiar with, most without any identifiers at all. Holy shit, Izuku had gone all out.

"All of these are for me?" Shoto said, glancing up to see Izuku watching him intently.

"They are," Izuku said. "Just for you."

And they had a modest collection of toys already. Shoto was intimately familiar with all of them, it wasn't like he wasn't well-versed in bedroom toys. But most if not all of them were things Izuku had already had when they got together, with a few additions they'd purchased as a couple or Izuku had bought to surprise him with, and none of them were really Shoto 's. And he hadn't known he wanted something of his own until Izuku had handed him a box full of things.

"When you're done opening them," Izuku continued, "I'll give you the rest of your gift."

Well, color Shoto intrigued.

Shoto opened the packages one by one. There were nearly a dozen, and all of them were things Shoto had looked at wistfully, or added to his cart then taken out, or put on a private wishlist that he was pretty sure Izuku had no idea even existed, but clearly the other man had been paying attention to what Shoto clicked on when he was curious, or else he just knew what Shoto was about.

Probably the latter, actually.

There were new ties - dark purple silk wrist and ankle restraints - along with a matching blindfold, a heavy metal plug that Shoto suspected had a vibrate function, because there was a charging port and the box had a slim empty space that had probably contained a remote, a dildo that Shoto strongly suspected was modeled after his own dick, at least one spreader bar, a glass dildo, and a few other things that made him swallow hard and his dick perk up in his pants.