Ah, So This is Sex Appeal (Manipulative! Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou)

Intro 2 (S)

(A/n): 'S' is for smut warning. 

______________________________________

Everyone had managed to occupy themselves this evening, which was surprising, and aside from Denki, all of their chosen activities were productive. Kirishima was working out, Mina was painting, Deku was sewing, Todoroki was doing laundry, and you and Bakugou were studying. The dorms were quiet for once, and you and your study buddy intended to take full advantage of that.

"Look here, dumbass!"

Well, maybe it'd be okay if Bakugou was the only disturbance of the quiet.

You were both situated in the corner of his room, where his studying supplies were. In addition to the usual lamp and desk, Bakugou owned an assortment of highlighters, colored gel pens, mechanical pencils, tabs, sticky notes, and whatever else a student could possibly need, including a laminator, all with their own specific place on the desk's surface or in one of its many drawers. One thing you had learned about the boy was that he was always proficient in whatever he was tasked with, whether that be combat training or academics (but here at U.A, those two subjects seemed to overlap anyway). Bakugou strove to be perfect, and rarely ever fell short of that. You supposed that that was why you had developed a crush on the boy. His strong determination and overall aptitude for success made it impossible for you to not admire him.

"How can you distribute with the constants but forget the damn variable?! That's literally the most important part!!"

His anger was just a slightly less desirable part of the package.

Blushing in embarrassment, your pupils drift away from Katsuki's aggravated red irises that screamed for you to not fuck up again.You force a chuckle and apologize quietly."Sorry, sorry. I'll remember next time." You fold your lips inward, to both quiet yourself and aid in your concentration. You lower your eyes down to the sheets of paper, tucking your chin in closer to your chest. A subconscious way of submitting to him.

It was a habit that you were unaware of. Katsuki has a tendency to get in your face (well, everyone's face) when he's angry. Not only was he taller than you, but he was also undoubtedly more muscular. And even if that were not the case, and he was three feet shorter, his attitude itself would carry all the brawn necessary to intimidate you. Katsuki was never one to back down first, so you'd give in easily and without a fight just so that the moment of conflict would end quicker.

He rolls his eyes, seemingly satisfied with your docile response. Glancing back down at the almost completed math packet, he scoffs. There were only a handful of questions left, but it'd probably still take you another hour to finish.

"Tch. Don't be sorry. Be better."

" ... Okay."

He rose from his chair with a grunt. He'd been hunched over the desktop for the last hour, which was uncharacteristic of him. As with everything else, Bakugou was normally a perfectionist when it came to posture, however, he almost always relaxed when he was alone with you. Which, now that he thought about it, was quite often. Nearly every Sunday you'd find yourself in his dorm room, carrying whatever assignments were due the next day. Some weekdays you'd hang out with him too. Somehow he'd begun making you lunch, even though he rarely even packs his own. You were always there, but you weren't necessarily part of the Bakusquad. It was a weird arrangement that the two of you had, but he dealt with it.

"Here, idiot. You haven't drunk any water the entire time you were here. That's important, y'know!" A small bottle of water was slammed down in front of you.

You toss a smile and a word of thanks to him before unscrewing the top. "Thank you!"

For the next hour or so you'd continue to solve equations and spend invaluable time with the man of your dreams.

Meanwhile, just a few doors down...

__________________________________

".... Damn..!" Shouto gasped out quietly. He bit his lip in a half assed attempt to quiet his moans, but even he knew the bite was just for more stimulation.

In the middle of a darkened room, Shouto lied on his back, bare of any socks, shirt, pants, or boxers. Despite his lack of clothing, he was nowhere near cold. His skin was hot to the touch, on both sides of his body, and droplets of sweat were gathering on his lean muscles. If it were not for the erotic convulsions of his body, one could have mistaken his state for that of a fever. 

Well, the convulsions and the prominent presence of one bulbous body part.

But he was not the only one naked.

The sound of heavy, unsteady breaths filled the room. A result of the intense pleasure that he was feeling. His back arched right off of his bed, and a single droplet of sweat quickly ran the length of his spine, from his neck to his tailbone. His toes curled and uncurled, desperately searching for something to clamp onto that would save him from an early release.

Another groan slipped out, but what could be expected? There was no way that he could possibly pay any real attention to his own little gasps and outbursts, when he was much too busy watching you move on top of him.

Up and down, up and down, to a steady rhythm.

The hot, wet, cozy grip on his member was driving him wild. He could hardly keep his body from thrashing in response to the intense sensations. He was definitely nearing orgasm. The speed of the strokes increased exponentially, and he knew that there was no turning back now, so he might as well finish off strong. 

Despite his eyes being glued shut, his gaze never left that of your swaying breasts. He could almost hear the faint way you breathed out his name, as if you'd die right now if you couldn't have more of him. He obliged by thrusting deeper. He could quite clearly hear the sound of your wet pussy being stirred up, and it released something quite perverted in him.

With an airy moan, and the further deterioration of his vision, Shouto's pale body thrashed against his blankets, and fireworks of white exploded from his reddened tip, and crashed upon his torso.

And his image of you disappeared.