〈 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 〉
❝𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙...
when two of class a's most notoriously
competitive students play a game of
chicken, what starts as a fun game turns
into something more raw and emotion...
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this chapter contains smut !! if you are uncomfortable- or a baby- please skip to the next chapter ,, thanks 😘
Shoto smirks, lip quirking up as he delves back down to the supple skin of Katsuki's neck, attacking the porcelain color with angry, red bites and purple marks. The red-eyed aspiring hero can only let out soft pants, his eyes trained on the ceiling, trying to slow his racing heart.
What the fuck is he doing?
What the fuck is he doing?
What the fuck is he doing?
One simple word will make it all end, but he can't force the four letters past his lips. Instead, his left hand comes up, creating a vice-like grip on Shoto's hair, keeping his face directly against his skin. He bites his bottom lip hard when Shoto nips against the softer skin behind his ear.
Katsuki's eyes looks down when Shoto trails his kisses lower and lower, mapping every part of Katsuki's skin with his tongue. He leaves mark after mark, and though his brain screams at him to put an end to everything, his body has the opposite reaction.
Shoto sits back, looking around the room. Katsuki is about to complain, when he slips with arms under his knees and shoulders, hoisting him into his lap bridal style. Katsuki wraps his arms around his neck, looking up at Shoto. Has his jaw always been so sharp?
He stands, carrying the blond man to the futon just a few paces away from them. It's softer than the hardwood floor, and Katsuki's back instantly recognizes the difference.
Shoto continues to kneel before him, yanking the shirt over his head. The action should not have been as hot as it was, and Katsuki blames his attraction on the hormones surging through his body. Shoto crawls over Katsuki, leaning down gently to capture his lips again. This time, Katsuki doesn't let go. He's not attracted to Shoto, not by any means, but he's really good at kissing. Definitely the best Katsuki has ever encountered.
"Do you just want to make out all night and take a cold shower later?" Shoto mumbles against his lips, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "I don't care either way."
Katsuki only hums, thinking about what he wants while trying to devour Shoto's lips. Kissing Shoto is addicting, and honestly, he doesn't want to stop. He would be happy just making out all night, making sharing a shower stall and kissing some more as cold water is beating against them.
But Katsuki wants to know if Shoto is good with other parts of his body and not only his lips.
He pulls away, turning his head to catch his breath. "Rock, paper, scissors to decide who's top."
"Nope," Shoto says, leaning over the side of the futon to the small basket beside his bed. After some small shuffling, he produces a decent size bottle of lube. "It's my room; this is my lube. I'm topping."
