How The Tables Have Turned

You like that, Don't you?

Shoto licked his lips, coming forward again, Speaking in a harsh tone. "Well, since you've been good.. I guess I could give that some attention." he said, gesturing to the hard rock in Bakugou's pants. He leaned down brushing his face against the clothed member, rubbing ever so slightly while looking up at Bakugou straight in the eyes.  He suddenly seemed to unhinge his jaw, like some starving, wild animal,  pressing his tongue against Bakugou's member, feeling it strain against his jeans. Bakugou just groans, in reluctancy and pleasure. Shoto never waited for any response, he stripped him easily, eventually finding himself gripping the base of Bakugou's dick gently. He let out a sigh, not liking how quiet Bakugou was being at all a better idea came to his head, and he got up abruptly, untying Katsuki's hands expertly as if he had done this before. Glancing over he saw a conveniently placed table, so he instantly pressed Bakugou up aganist it, bending him over. "Nice ass." he complimented, smirking as he kneaded the skin, pulling apart so he could get a full view of Bakugou. He reached from the back around to Bakugou's mouth, shoving two fingers forcefully into the wet cavern. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he used one finger to rub circles along the rim. Without warning, he brought his hand down, slapping the skin so hard it left an imprint.

Katsuki sucked and curled his tongue around Shoto's fingers to lubricate them. But he immediately yells out in pleasure as he was hit. Leaning, or almost lunging,  forwards and drawing in a sharp breath afterwards. His own fingers curl around the edge of the table, Gripping it tightly with pale knuckles.

Shoto presses down the boy's tongue with his pointer finger, causing his moans to come out strangled and choked. "Fucking pain slut." he growls, kneading the reddened flesh and repeating his action from before, making sure to hit harder this time. "You like that, don't you? He asked, releasing his finger so the other could speak properly if he so wished to.

Katsuki gags and chokes a bit, Yet he can't help but let out another loud moan in response to being hit. His back arches a bit, And he pushes himself back into Shoto's hand. He doesn't want Shoto to stop. "Ah~ Fuck. . .I said. . .Piss off. . "

Shoto tsked, knowing full well what he was doing. "Answer me!" he yelled, bringing down his hand again, this time hitting so hard it caused Katsuki's body to stagger.

Bakugou practically screams out in pleasure this time, As his eyes cloud over with lust. He gags and stammers his response, Loudly as well.  Since Shoto was making it so hard to speak. But Katsuki didn't hate it. In fact, He fucking loved this.
"Ngh~ Yes!"

"Mm.. good boy." he says, awarding him by kissing the skin, sucking slightly to leave a few red marks here and there. He removed his fingers from Bakugou's mouth, finally bringing them to the boy's entrance. He didn't ask him if he was ready, he just slipped one in, his dick twitching at how tight it was.

Bakugou frantically grabs at the ledge of the table again. His pupils dilate and he lets out another strangled moan at the sudden intrusion. He seems to get a bit restless through the heavy pleasure, squirming and writhing slightly.

Shoto enjoys watching him writhe and squirm very much, so he pumps his finger in and out a few times, making sure it was lubricated well enough for him to add another finger. With his free hand he takes a hold of the back of Bakugou's neck, holding onto it tightly to somewhat support him. Humming, he adds the second, scissoring apart with his two fingers to stretch a bit. Eventually he works his way deeper, curling his fingers in different directions to find where his prostate was. And at that, Katsuki yells out and starts writhing against his grip again, Once Shoto finally found his prostate. He had broken out into a light sweat as he desperately pounded his fists on the table.

"What do you want Bakugou?" He asked him, moving his fingers so they never reached his prostate, just stopped short of it. "Come on, use your words.." he jammed his fingers against the sensitive part again, but then went back to stopping short of it.

"A-Agh~! F-Fuck. . .You fucking- You know what I want!"
He snarls, As he slams his hand on the table again. Biting his lower lip to the point where he drew a bit of blood. 

Shoto used the hand on the back of Bakugou's neck to slam his face against the table, slightly tightening his grip as well. "I still dont think I know, Katsuki." he said tauntingly, adding a third finger and returning back to what he had been doing before, this time going more slow, and not touching his prostate once. 

"Damn it. . .I-I want you to be as rough as possible. Make me scream so loud the people half way across the fucking city get wet just hearing it. Cum inside me as many times as you want and only when you're finished let me have my release." He snarls, being very specific with his demands.

"I love this. . .I love how absolutely pathetic you become when begging for dick." he sneers, pulling his fingers out and removing his hand from Bakugou's neck. He pressed the thick head of his member onto Katsuki's entrance, watching the way his hole was basically begging to be filled. He slipped in just the very tip, teasing slightly as Bakugou let out an anticipating noise. Shoto couldn't really wait any longer, he was so hard it was actually painful, so he eased his way in, growling when he felt how Katsuki was clenching already. 

Katsuki shudders and lets out another strangled noise as he's entered. He claws at the wooden table, As if silently begging for more and trying to control himself. He clenches around Shoto even more, gasping out his small plea finally. "A-Agh~! You- Can do better than that!"

Shoto thrusted in sharply, at an angle that hit Katsuki's sensitive spot straight on. He began doing this, over and over, basically torturing the poor guy with all the overstimulation. On top of that, he hit one of his plump cheeks with his hand again, the strike causing the skin to flush beautifully. Slowing down a bit, he connected his hand to the skin more than ten times, each time he would move his hips into the boy so hard, the table would shake violently.

Katsuki's eyes were rolled back in his head as he continued to slam his hands against the table. Screaming and moaning out wildly through the pleasure that was practically drowning him. He started yelling out even more, greedily begging Shoto to be even rougher with him

Shoto smirked at how the tables had turned so drastically. At Bakugou's request, he grabbed the front of Bakugou's neck from behind, yanking him upward so the table was no longer supporting him. He dug his fingers into the skin of his neck, still thrusting at a steady pace while he brought his lips to Bakugou's ear, swirling his tongue around the lobe, and pulling on it gently. His other hand found one of Bakugou's nipples, which he brought in between his fingers, pinching so hard it probably was beyond painful.

Katsuki's voice was strangled and hoarse, yet he continued to yell out. The color in his face never drained. The pleasure and abuse was all too much. Katsuki arches his back, Getting even more violent with his struggles as he felt the tightness in the pit of his stomach grow. He could barely form a sentence itself, though he tries his hardest. "F-Fuck! Agh~! I'm gonna- Ngh~"

Shoto tightened the grip around Katsuki's neck, cutting off his blood supply slightly as he started to tongue-fuck his ear. He used the hand on Katsuki's nipple to twist it, pinching down harshly for the second time. He went faster, the sound of skin slapping erotically echoing in the room, causing him to bite down on his earlobe, drawing blood and then sucking at it like some sort of vampire. His strokes became longer, and he made sure to abuse the living fuck out of his prostate as much as he could. "Come for me like a good fucking slut, hm?" he lowly said in the others ear.

Bakugou, as overstimulated as he was, it certainly didn't take very long. Shoto's words really set it off. Katsuki thrashes for a moment to get the most of Shoto's length. He lustfully screams out and arches his back, As he came over his stomach and chest.

Shoto turned him around so they were now facing eachother, and hoisted him up by his thighs, pressing his back aganist the nearest wall and begginning to slide him up and down on his length. Shoto was close, so he didn't go easy on the other even after his orgasm. Feeling the knot forming in his gut, he bit down on Katsuki's shoulder, feeling the others walls tightening around him. With a few more thrusts, he was spilling his white liquid deep inside of Katsuki, grunting slightly as he did so. 

 Bakugou had begun to claw at Shoto's back, Leaving long red lines up his torso and even drawing a few beads of dark blood. He eventually clenches his hands into fists, And shudders at the sensation of being helplessly filled.

Shoto pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out and onto the ground. He smirked at this as he let Katsuki down, already slipping his own clothes back on.

Katsuki slumps down onto the ground, His red eyes half lidded. He was an absolute mess. His entire body coated in a sheen of sweat, and other bodily fluids. His entire body was flushed bright red. And he leans back against the legs of the table, panting and taking deep breaths. With no actual sense right now

Todoroki cleared his throat, grabbing Bakugou's jeans and setting them next to him. He didn't really know what to say after that had just happened, but its not like he came here himself in the first place.

Bakugou just grabs his jeans and shakily puts them on, Opening his eyes and glaring at Shoto.
 "D-Don't you dare think you're allowed to go anywhere. . ."