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This was not how Izuku expected to spend the last day of his work-study.
Then again, who expects to spend the last day of their work-study trapped in an abandoned apartment complex completely covered in dense snow?
And with their crush at that?
Izuku's teeth chattered as he messed with the decaying wooden planks that kept the cold world outside. He pried them back only to get a couple of chunks of snow on his costume. No glass. Great. Today just kept getting better and better.
Shouto set up his phone and put a plastic bottle on top to redistribute the light. Their makeshift lamp didn't do a lot, but it made things a little easier. He meticulously placed the candles around the room to light it up better.
"Couldn't we just melt our way out with your fire?" Izuku asked. Shouto shook his head.
"The water will soak into our clothes. We'll die of hypothermia before we make it out," Shouto explained.
"We'll die of hypothermia sitting here," Izuku muttered to himself. He walked over to the cabinets lining the kitchen, opening them all up. He began taking out everything and lining them up on the counter to see if anything could come in handy. A cutting board, the lid of a blender, a paring knife, a few pieces of fake fruit, some silverware, and what looked to be a used heroin needle. Izuku took the liberty of getting rid of the last item and reorganized the rest. Nothing. Nothing of use could be found in any of these items. Izuku groaned and was suddenly much more cautious of where he placed his hands.
As Shouto struck a match and lit the last two candles, Izuku felt himself go insane little by little. It wasn't that the apartment was small or anything, but he definitely felt like the walls were closing in just because he had been there for what seemed like forever.
"How long has it been?" Izuku asked.
"Roughly six hours," Shouto answered. He continued to walk around aimlessly as Izuku tried to do something actually useful. He locked eyes with a pile of semi-rotted wood. It was rotting, but it was dry.
He looked at the fireplace next to it. He glanced over to his forced roommate, who was examining the pairing knife he had set on the table moments earlier. "Hey Todoroki, do you think we could light these with your quirk for warmth?" Izuku asked. Shouto shook his head.
"There's nowhere for the smoke to go. It'll sit in here and we'll suffocate," Shouto reasoned. Izuku crawled into the fireplace and looked up. The tiniest bit of light could be seen as a small draft flowed onto Izuku's face.
"There's an opening," Izuku said. "By the looks of it, there are missing bricks on the side. The heat will surely melt the snow there and make a bigger space." Shouto climbed in the fireplace along with him and looked up.
"Not enough," Shouto replied. "Plus, the water created will drip down and hit the fire." Izuku muttered under his breath as he looked around. Shouto shivered and rubbed his arms as he continued to waltz around aimlessly. Izuku looked around at the light sources they had and anyway they could get heat.
"We have to be able to warm up somehow," Izuku muttered.
"There is a way," Shouto said quite matter of fact. Izuku turned to ask Shouto about his idea. Before he could get a word out, Shouto engulfed Izuku in a hug.
Izuku paused, taken aback by Shouto's sudden display of affection. Unable to think of anything else, he slowly wrapped his arms around Shouto in return.
Izuku rested his head on Shouto's chest, finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. He heard the slight shifting of the snow from around the abandoned complex but paid no attention to it. Right then, he was only focused on how nice it was to be in Shouto's arms.
Izuku felt Shouto slowly move his hands from his back to his waist. He feels a layer of pink dust on his cheeks as he slightly shivers underneath Shouto's touch.
Shouto begins to take a few steps forward, ultimately forcing Izuku back until he is met with a wall. "Uh, Todoroki?" He asked. His body shivered as Shouto's hands begin to explore the new surface. He ran his fingertips along his chest as the other hand held onto Izuku's waist.
"Yes?" Shouto replied nonchalantly. Izuku watched as Shouto let his eyes roam over every inch of his body. He was fully clothed, but it felt like Shouto's gaze was tearing off every piece of fabric on his being.
"W-what are you doing?" Izuku asked. Though he tried to keep his cool, it seemed almost impossible as Shouto began to do things he only dreamed he'd ever do.
Shouto forced a thigh between Izuku's legs, making him gasp at the sudden friction. Shouto leaned in close and spoke in a low, lust-driven voice. "I'm keeping us warm."
Shouto shifted the thigh in between Izuku's legs, extracting a soft moan from him. The air between them had definitely heated up and Izuku sure as hell wasn't cold anymore. He looked up at Shouto, who was almost drooling at the sight of Izuku.
"Todoroki, what has gotten into you? This is so unlike you," Izuku muttered.
"I know," Shouto replied. "But if we die in here, I don't want to go out with regrets."
Shouto leaned down and gently places kisses along Izuku's neck. He sank his teeth down on a soft spot, making Izuku moan. "We're not going to die here, Todoroki," he sighed.
"That doesn't matter," Shouto muttered. Shouto replaced the friction of his thigh with his own pelvis, grinding on his. Izuku moaned and slightly bucked his hips forward to meet him halfway. Shouto leaned in once again and spoke in a low voice that drooled with lust. "I want you, Izuku."
Shouto's words went straight to Izuku's dick. He nipped at Izuku's earlobe as he continued to grind against the freckled hero. Shouto tucked a little bit of hair behind Izuku's ear and caressed his face with his left hand.
His cold left hand.
In one swift motion, Izuku's hand snapped up and grabbed the imposter's wrist. "Who the hell are you? Where is Todoroki?" Izuku demanded.
Not-Shouto pouted their lips. "What do you mean, Izuku?" They whined. Izuku glared at the wannabe Shouto.
"I was wondering why you used a matchbox earlier. You can't use his quirk. If you could, you would've regulated your body temperature with your left side, but your left side is cold. Todoroki could manage an environment like this, but you're just as cold as I am," Izuku explained.
The imposter giggled. Izuku took a small moment to appreciate the sound of what it would sound like if Shouto were to giggle. Would he sound like this? Izuku was around Shouto all the time and he had never heard it. Hell, he lived in the same dorm building as him and had no idea what a genuine laugh would sound like coming from Shouto. "You're so smart, Izuku," they cooed. "That's why I love you so much."
"Toga Himiko, I presume?" Izuku asked.
Not-Shouto giggled with a wide grin. "Awe, you remembered!" Toga squealed. "But that's no fair. I wanted to spend time with you. I think I made the right choice with Shouto though, especially since you seem so into him."
Izuku felt himself blush even more. Though his emotions were certainly getting in the way, he refused to let the villain get the best of him. "I don't know what you're talking about. Where is Todoroki?"
"I have no idea. But why lie? I can see you're enjoying this," she purred. Shouto Toga cupped the bulge in Izuku's hero costume and rubbed his throbbing dick. Izuku bit the inside of his cheek, trying his hardest not to make a sound.
He was fully aware that it was Toga. But god it was hard to look away when Shouto's eyes were looking at him like that.
"You're not Todoroki," he declared, reminding himself more than anything. The dense snow seemed to crackle and shift around them again. Not-Shouto pushed one of Izuku's wrists to the wall and continued to push their bulge against Izuku's.
"Why can't we just pretend?" Not-Shouto purred. They dragged their fingertips up Izuku's costume. "I know you want this, Izuku. You haven't told me to stop."
Izuku felt horrible. His moral compass was screaming to fight. Take her down. With their current circumstances, he definitely had the upper hand. She was defenseless and there was nowhere for her to run. But then he'd run the risk of damaging a wall and letting the snow in.
But the heat pooling in his gut was telling him to sit back and relax. He'd probably never get a chance to feel "Shouto" dominating him and making him feel this damn good.
Izuku was taken out of his moral debate when Shouto's imposter began peppering kisses underneath his jaw, upping the friction down below. Izuku moaned softly against his will and not-Shouto gave a devious smirk.
Izuku felt Shouto's lips brush up against his ear, his breath hot against the skin. "I want you to scream over every inch of me, Izuku."
Jesus Christ if that sentence didn't do things to him. Izuku let out a shaky breath. The heat in his stomach and the aching in his boxers was unbearable. He felt a little cold air brush against his chest as he looked down. Not-Shouto began unzipping the front on Izuku's costume as they kept one of his wrists pinned to the wall.
Toga was a villain. Izuku should most definitely be shoving her away and fighting her. He should be helping to take her to prison for her crimes. But when she looked like him, Izuku felt defenseless. He couldn't possibly push away Shouto when it felt this fucking good. He couldn't say no when Shouto's eyes were filled with so much lust and desire for Izuku and only Izuku.
Not-Shouto forced Izuku's chin up to look at him. He titled his head and leaned in toward Izuku. With a mind hazed with need, Izuku did the same. Their lips pressed together only to break apart and rejoin. Izuku's partner let out a low growl that did nothing for his "problem".
An involuntary whimper escaped Izuku's lips as he kept his eyes shut. Maybe if he didn't look, he could get a fucking grip and do what he was trained to do.
"Don't try to silence yourself, baby," Shouto whispered. "I wanna hear every lewd noise you make."
Fuck, his senses were completely flooded and there was enough ecstasy washing over him to drown in. Gritting his teeth, he tried so goddamn hard not to make a sound as he felt teeth sink into the soft spot on his neck. Everything about what was happening was too difficult to manage that he couldn't even manage to multitask. He couldn't hold back his moans and try to snap himself out of the trance he was under.
Shouto reconnected their lips as Izuku's willpower began to crumble. The kiss quickly became feverish as Izuku tried his hardest to grasp onto any fragment of his moral compass he had left. Suddenly, Shouto palmed at Izuku's cock through his hero costume, making him moan obscenely into the kiss.
"Shouto," Izuku moaned into his mouth. Fuck, he was gone. There was absolutely no way he could get down from this high now. Izuku tried to resist, he really did. But he gave into Toga's words and pretended. Pretended it was Shouto grinding against him, dominating him, pinning him, kissing him.
That was until the boarded-up balcony crackled and shattered, revealing the real Shouto.
"Midoriya!" He called out. "Make sure you have everything with you. We need to be quick, the tunnel will only stand for so..."
Izuku locked eyes with the real Shouto as the imposter pulled herself off of him. The look on Shouto's face was completely indescribable. Shock, confusion, disbelief, any and every emotion fluctuated through his expression. Still looking like Shouto, Toga pouted. "Aw, I just wanted to spend time with Izuku," she whined. Shouto got into a fighting stance as Toga bolted for the exit. A bit of ice crackled along the floor as Shouto began the fight. With a scary amount of speed and precision, she threw the paring knife Izuku had discovered earlier. Shouto stopped his quirk and dropped to the ground, prioritizing not getting impaled over capturing the villain.
Toga ran out the tunnel as Shouto began cursing under his breath. "That tunnel will collapse if I fight in there," he growled. He turned back to Izuku and all his anger flushed to an indescribable look. He turned away from Izuku and cleared his throat. "Uh, zip up your uniform and put out the candles. We should go as soon as possible."
Without saying a word, Izuku fumbled and zipped up his uniform. He gave a quick shoot-style kick that put out all the candles scattered across the room.
The two began walking into the tunnel. Shouto cleared his throat again and looked around. "Try to only step on the opaque white. That's where the ice is the thickest. The more transparent, the thinner the ice. One wrong step and the ice underneath will crack and shatter the support."
Shouto cleared his voice once again as he took meticulous steps down the triangular tunnel. With every step, they got closer to the end where they were met with Katsuki, Endeavor, Ochako, and Tsu.
Ochako squeezed Izuku in a hug. "Thank god you're okay. We were all so worried," She said. The second she broke the hug, she did a double-take as she locked eyes with Shouto. "Weren't you just..."
"Toga Himiko," Shouto growled. "No idea how or when she got my blood, so that's even more unsettling."
"Toga?!" Ochako gasped. She immediately began looking Izuku over with worried eyes. "Oh my God, you were trapped with her for hours! Are you okay?!"
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm all good," Izuku said, backing away from Ochako in a panic. He had a sneaking suspicion there may be a faint bruise on his neck, so he decided to keep his distance just in case. "She didn't hurt me. She only got hostile when Sho— Todoroki! W-when Todoroki got there!"
"Are you sure you're alright, Midoriya?" Tsu asked. "You seem really shaken up."
"Yep! Just kinda spooked from being trapped with a villain, it's okay!" Izuku squeaked out.
"So she just pretended to be Todoroki for the whole time?" She continued.
"Yep, there's not really much more to it," Izuku quickly said. "Okay! That really took a toll on my sanity— being trapped for so long! I think I'm gonna go back to the dorms and go lay down!"
"I don't know if you should go alo—"
Izuku refused to let her finish her sentence as he activated full cowling and sprinted to the dorms.
"Dammit, Deku!" Katsuki yelled as he banged on the door. Izuku cowered under the covers even more as he tried to drown each and every voice that called out to him all day. "Get your ass out here and stop hiding like a little bitch!"
"We're worried," Ochako translated. "We just want to make sure you're okay. Being trapped with Toga for hours while tricking you into thinking she was Todoroki can definitely mess you up. Please, just let us know you're alright."
Izuku poked his head out from under the covers, hoping that maybe if he just said something, he could get them to go away. "I'm fine," he called out. "Just please leave me be."
"Are you hungry?" Eijirou asked. "We can totally get you something to eat."
"I just want to be alone please," Izuku replied. There was a little bit of muffled chatter behind the door. He could hear arguing ensue between Katsuki and a voice that was too quiet to make out. Ochako butted in and tried to get Katsuki to back down, Eijirou eventually helping out. The arguing was quickly stopped by Tenya who reprimanded them for multiple things at once.
Then everyone hushed. The fact that everyone got quiet so suddenly made Izuku's stomach drop. A gentle knock echoed through the room.
"Midoriya," a smooth voice called out from behind the door. Izuku felt himself tear up out of embarrassment instantaneously. No, the last thing he wanted to do was look Shouto in the eye and see how disgusted he was with Izuku. "I would like to talk to you one-on-one. Please open the door."
Izuku had no idea what to say or even what to do. Breathing suddenly became an impossible task as he tried to will away the tears that threatened to spill over. A bit of muttering arose once again until Izuku heard a faint 'whatever' from Katsuki and then footsteps fading away.
Izuku almost moved until he heard a voice once again.
"They're not going to come back," Shouto said. "I asked them not to. I haven't told anyone a thing about yesterday. I just want to talk about this."
Izuku got up out of bed, facing the door with shaking knees. Yep, those were tears flowing down his cheeks. It was no secret that Izuku was a crybaby, but he felt like he had the right to cry here. He was mortified, ashamed, disgusted by himself and his own selfishness.
"I'm sorry," Izuku barely squeaked out before breaking into a sob.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Shouto replied. "Please just open the door."
"No," Izuku cried. "I'm s-sorry that I... that I did that. I'm so sor-ry. I'm so disgusting a-and it's okay if you hate me."
"I don't hate you," Shouto rebutted immediately. "I'll accept your apology if you let me in and talk to me."
Was it even worth it at that point? God, Izuku was so stupid. He just ruined everything with his best friend and crush because he was a dumbass horny teenager with no sense of self-control. The urge to jump off a bridge or disappear without a trace was skyrocketing in his being.
"Just be mad at me through the door," Izuku replied, trying to get his tears under control.
"I'm not mad," Shouto replied. "I will be mad if you don't open the door, though."
"I can't," Izuku sniffled.
"Midoriya," Shouto said, trying to grab his attention.
"I can't look at you knowing how disgusted you are and—"
"Midoriya Izuku," Shouto said sternly. Izuku choked on his breath as he stared at the door in front of him. "Open the door please."
His hands were shaking so much it was unreal. His breathing was nowhere near consistent and his heartbeat was ringing in his ears. But finally, he managed to turn the lock on the door and pull it open.
Without a word, Shouto walked into the room and turned to close the door behind him. He turned the lock back into place meticulously before turning over to Izuku. "I assume you want me to lock it again?"
Izuku couldn't even look up to meet Shouto's eyes. He felt his jaw tremble as more tears started flowing down his face and apologies started spilling out of his mouth. He wasn't even sure what the hell he was saying, he just knew that he felt horrible and he was expressing it.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over Izuku's mouth, leaving him speechless as he cried. "Stop that," Shouto said. "I told you: there's nothing to apologize for."
Izuku shook his head as he pushed Shouto's hand away and went back to his bed and lay down. "No," he whispered. "I did those things and it was morally disgusting a-and you looked so uncomfortable and grossed out and—"
"I'm not uncomfortable or grossed out," Shouto clarified. "It's okay, I'm not upset with you at all. Please don't think I am."
Izuku turned to meet Shouto's eyes for the first time since the conversation started. "B-but you looked so uncomfortable and shocked."
"I was surprised, yes," Shouto admitted. "But I wasn't uncomfortable. You didn't upset or disgust me, I was just confused."
Izuku wiped some of the tears from his eyes and sniffled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, seeing that made me feel... strange. It was a foreign feeling," Shouto tried to describe.
"I let a villain do that," Izuku sniffled. "I did all those things because she l-looked like you and it was so wrong of me to do because it wasn't you and—"
"Did you want it to be me?"
Izuku's eyes snapped up to meet Shouto's. He stood dead silent as he waited for the answer Izuku wasn't sure he could give him.
"Wh...what?" Izuku whispered.
"Did you want it to be me doing things to you?" Shouto elaborated.
Izuku wished Shouto's facial expressions weren't so unreadable. Was this a trick question? What the hell was he supposed to say? Shouto was an upfront and honest person; he couldn't imagine any trickery involved with the question.
"Y-yeah," Izuku whispered. His gaze snapped down, staring intensely at the covers instead of having to look at Shouto's face after hearing that.
"Walking in on that confused me," Shouto repeated, almost seeming to talk to himself. "Seeing the look on your face before you noticed me made me feel... strange. And I was confused because I wanted to be the one doing those things to you. I wanted to be the one touching you sexually."
And goddamn if every cell in Izuku's brain wasn't malfunctioning and completely shutting down. "What?" Izuku whispered again, unable to say anything else.
"I wanted to touch you sexually when I saw you," Shouto repeated as if that made any more sense than his previously identical statement. "I wanted to have sex with you."
"What?" Izuku squeaked as his face flushed red. Izuku's brain was running a million miles an hour as he tried to form home coherent thought because Todoroki Shouto was right in front of him and he was telling Izuku that he wanted to be the one to palm at his dick and that he wanted to have sex with him! This couldn't possibly be reality because there was absolutely no—
"I can't understand you," Shouto said. Izuku hid his face behind his hands as he sputtered out apologies for rambling.
After a bit of time, Shouto grabbed Izuku's wrists and pried them away from his face. Izuku's apologies were still spewing out of his mouth even though he wasn't a hundred percent sure what he was even apologizing for.
"Izuku," Shouto said, cutting him off. "I want to touch you and have sex with you."
Izuku had stopped functioning completely.
There was no possible way he could ever comprehend that sentence. Because no way. No fucking way that someone as fucking beautiful and hot and perfect as Shouto wanted to have sex with useless Deku. The thought itself was absurd and he needed to push it away because this was probably all some elaborate joke.
"Why?" Izuku whispered.
"Because you're everything I love," Shouto replied. Gently, Shouto took Izuku's hand into his as he gazed into his eyes like Izuku was the only thing in the universe. "I love everything about you. You're beautiful, smart, kind, strong... you're amazing and I love you. To my knowledge, you have sex with people you love. I wasn't completely sure before, but now I'm confident that I love you and I want to be with you in that way."
The fact that Izuku hadn't passed out was a miracle.
Because here Shouto was, confessing his love for Izuku in the most beautiful way he could ever imagine. He was so soft-spoken as he seemed entranced by the mere sight of Izuku. Shouto was telling him that he loved him and he wanted to be intimate with him, all while gingerly holding onto Izuku's crooked hand with his left hand.
His warm left hand.
"I like you a lot," Izuku confessed. "I really like you. I want to be your boyfriend so bad."
"I want to be your boyfriend too," Shouto replied, stroking his thumb on the back of Izuku's hand. Izuku smiled and let out a small chuckle, relieved that he hadn't ruined his friendship. Not only that, but he was now (maybe) in a relationship! With the guy he had fallen for and fantasized about for so long!
Izuku had fantasized about being with Shouto for an embarrassingly long time. And by the way he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering, it was obvious that he hadn't learned his lesson as he looked at the ever so slight bulge in Shouto's sweatpants.
"What?" Shouto asked, realizing he had lost Izuku's attention. Face turning strawberry red, his eyes snapped up back to Shouto to see confusion riddling his face.
"N-nothing," he muttered. "I j-just was thinking about what you said earlier. With the... uh... sexual attraction."
"Yes," Shouto replied. How Shouto was so calm about everything, Izuku had no idea. It was as if he was completely unaware of any of the taboo relations regarding intimacy. "Am I allowed?"
Izuku felt his gut drop and his cheeks burn immediately. "Huh?" Izuku breathed.
"May I please have sex with you right now?" Shouto clarified.
"Right now?" Izuku gasped. Shouto nodded his head. "I-I mean I guess but I don't know if I totally know what I'm doing or if I'll be any good—"
"You're already perfect, Izuku," Shouto replied. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not exactly sure how to go about it either. And we don't have to right now if you don't want to, I'm simply—"
"I want to," Izuku blurted out a little too eagerly. "I-I mean I am okay with it right now... I want... you... to fuck me."
Izuku saw Shouto's eyes widen ever so slightly at the new terminology, cheeks dusting pink with blush. "Oh," Shouto said, seemingly unable to form any other words.
Izuku watched as Shouto shifted for what seemed like no reason at first until he allowed his eyes to wander. Oh, that bulge was definitely bigger than it was before. The thought that what Izuku said had that effect on Shouto made his head spin. God, he wanted more and he wanted it bad. Could... Izuku... maybe...
Izuku hesitantly shifted out from under the covers, crawling over to Shouto. Gently, he put his legs on either side of Shouto's lap. He sat down on Shouto's lap and watched as his eyes went wide. Almost as if it was subconscious, Shouto's hands found their way to Izuku's waist as he refused to look away from Izuku's blush-covered face.
Testing the waters, Izuku rolled his hips against Shouto's. Watching his eyes snap shut and take in a sharp breath only to let it go in the form of a soft groan was hands down one of the hottest things Izuku had ever seen. Izuku let out a whimper as he continued to grind his hips against the heterochromatic student. "Shouto," he whined. "Please... I want you to fuck me so bad. I need your cock inside of me."
A small cloud of chilled vapor shakily escaped Shouto's lips. Izuku could feel Shouto getting hard beneath him as he kept grinding his ass against him.
"Fuck, Izuku," Shouto breathed, eyes raking over him and his grip on Izuku's waist tightening. "I want to fuck you so bad. Wanna make you feel good."
"Good, just like that," Izuku said, his breathing quickly becoming unsteady. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you so badly, Izuku," Shouto groaned. Izuku could feel the way Shouto was beginning to manhandle him and press him down harder on his own cock. "I want to touch you and make you moan. I want to make you look like that again."
For most likely never talking dirty in his life, Shouto was doing sorta well. Izuku could work on that with him later though.
Even the thought of this being a regular activity made Izuku moan.
"God, you sound so beautiful when you moan," Shouto growled. The praise went straight to Izuku's dick as he whimpered at the feeling of Shouto practically trying to fuck him through their clothes.
Izuku turned Shouto's face toward his and crashed their lips together. It didn't take long before tongues started colliding and Shouto was trying to map out every inch of Izuku's mouth with his tongue. Izuku couldn't help but moan into the kiss as he carded his fingers through bicolored hair.
"Shouto, please," Izuku panted. He pulled at Shouto's shirt with shaky hands as he tried desperately to get it off. Shouto began to try taking off his shirt only to burn a hole in it and rip it off at the first sign of resistance. They got to pulling off Izuku's shirt, then pants, then...
They both looked at each other in their boxers, not completely sure what to do next.
"I'd like to reiterate that I'm not sure what I'm doing," Shouto said.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure either," Izuku muttered. "Is it okay if I take the lead? And then... we can figure it out together more later on? What we like and don't like— if you want to do this again! Y-you definitely don't ha—"
"I would fuck you every day if it meant I got to see the way you look when you moan," Shouto stated with full confidence. The fact that Shouto wasn't inside of him at this very moment was agonizing.
"Okay," Izuku whispered. "Okay, I'll take the lead. Just give me a second to prep myself." Izuku leaned over and fished some lube and one of the condoms Denki had given people as a joke a few weeks back. Squirting some on his hands, he made sure his finger was fully coated before he reached down. Izuku circled his rim a few times before pushing his finger inside of him. A small whine escaped his lips as he began pumping his finger in and out, curling it inside of him.
Izuku quickly added another finger, growing impatient with the lack of Shouto fucking him. His mouth fell open as he moaned Shouto's name, scissoring and curling his fingers. Two fingers quickly turned to three, a slight burn accompanying its entrance. Through his hooded eyelids, Izuku could just barely see Shouto stroking his length at the sight of Izuku fingering himself open for Shouto and only Shouto.
Pulling his fingers out, Izuku's let out a few ragged breaths before tearing the condom wrapper. With a slight smirk on his face, he rolled the condom onto Shouto agonizingly slowly, finding satisfaction in the slight frustration shown on his face.
Izuku gently pushed Shouto down until his back was flush against the mattress. Izuku coated Shouto's dick in lube before straddling him and lifting himself up. There was a pause as Izuku lined Shouto up with his ass, looking down at his soon-to-be lover.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Izuku asked.
"Yes," Shouto confirmed without hesitation. "Please let me make you feel good."
Feeling the blunt tip tease his entrance, Izuku slowly sank down on Shouto's cock and— holy shit that felt so much better than his fingers—
They both moaned in unison as Izuku lowered himself further onto Shouto until he was sitting down. He couldn't possibly focus on the slight burn when it felt this damn good to have Shouto inside of him.
"Shit," Shouto growled with his eyes screwed shut. "Fuck, Izuku. You feel so fucking good. It... you feel so tight around my cock."
Shouto let go of the covers he was fisting to run his hands down Izuku's hips. Izuku took the time to catch his breath and adjust to Shouto because he was so much bigger than three fingers.
"Okay," Izuku panted. "Okay, I'm gonna move now."
Izuku experimentally lifted his hips until only the head was inside. He then dropped himself back down, making the two of them moan lewdly at the feeling.
Izuku couldn't take it anymore. He needed more. Izuku began bouncing on Shouto's cock as Shouto had a bruising grip on his hips and slammed Izuku's ass down on him. It wasn't long before Shouto began thrusting up to meet Izuku's movement, making them both moan as they began to lose themselves in how good it felt to finally have each other.
It was so sudden, Izuku hadn't registered what had happened until it was already done. Shouto threw Izuku down and pinned him to the bed, biting and sucking at his neck as he pushed himself back into Izuku. God, Izuku was being treated like a fuck toy and he loved it.
"F-fuck," Shouto moaned at he repeatedly slammed his cock into Izuku. "You're so fucking tight around me. You look so fucking beautiful. I want to make you feel amazing."
"It feels so good," Izuku moaned. "I feel so full. Please, please fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."
Shouto got the message immediately as he pinned Izuku's wrists to the bed and slammed into him without remorse. Izuku couldn't help but admire the look on Shouto's face. Izuku was the only one who got to see him like this. He was the only one who got to see Shouto's walls fall apart as he lost himself in how good Izuku felt around him.
Shouto quickly hiked one of Izuku's legs over his shoulder for better access. Shouto kept slamming into Izuku so hard that he had to hold his hips in place to keep him from moving. Shouto shifted himself to keep his balance as ice crystals formed on his right shoulder and some steam hissed off his left.
Izuku gasped as his hands slammed down and fisted at the sheets. "Oh, Fuck!" Izuku shouted. Izuku got dangerously close to his peak as Shouto brushed against his prostate. "Right there, right there."
Shouto began thrusting into Izuku as he was told, the heat pooling in his stomach becoming unbearable. "Please Shouto," Izuku moaned. "Please make me cum! I wanna cum so bad! I'm so close!"
"So good for me," Shouto panted, continuing to brush against Izuku's prostate here and there. "Gonna make you feel good, gonna make you cum so hard."
Izuku's begging turned into senseless babbling as Shouto fucked into him as if it was his only purpose. With one good hit against his prostate, Izuku let out a shattered moan as hot ropes of cum painted both of their stomachs.
Shouto's thrusts faltered and became uneven as he fucked into Izuku senselessly, chasing his own release. As the overstimulation began to make Izuku borderline scream, Shouto fucked into Izuku one last time before tossing his head back with a guttural moan.
Shouto practically collapsed onto Izuku as the two of them caught their breath, foreheads pressed against each other. Both their eyes were closed as they came down from their highs, finding bliss in the heat of each other's bodies.
After a few minutes, Shouto pushed himself up and pulled out of Izuku. Pulling and tying off the condom, he hesitantly tossed it in the small trash can next to Izuku's bed. He looked down at Izuku, suddenly unsure of what to do. His eyes traced the patterns of cum across Izuku's stomach, trying to figure out his next move. Through half lidded eyes, Izuku watched as Shouto went from tired to hesitant. It was borderline unbelievable how five minutes ago Shouto was railing Izuku like his life depended on it, losing all inhibitions and train of thought as he let himself go and just did what felt right. That same Shouto was now staring helplessly at Izuku as he failed to figure out what he was supposed to do next.
After a long while of pensive thought and exhausted giggles from Izuku, Shouto seemed to come to a conclusion as to what to do.
"Here," he said softly, reaching for the tissues on Izuku's nightstand. Shouto began to wipe off the cum from Izuku's stomach with extreme care as if he was a porcelain doll. Quickly wiping off any stray drops and smears from his own stomach, Shouto tossed the tissues. Izuku looked up at Shouto with a tired smile, feeling more than satisfied. Izuku patted the empty spot next to him and Shouto eagerly joined him. Pulling the covers over both of them, Izuku turned over and wrapped an arm around Shouto. The two mutually leaned in for a kiss, unable to hold back their smiles.
And the best part in Izuku's eyes? It was real.