Chapter Text
Both parts of this smut-shot use the same scenario and begin the same way, but otherwise, both parts vary greatly. (Not just for obvious reasons.)
Katsuki Bakugou
The midnight breeze of the early spring danced with the scent of the sea’s salt. Obsidian waves waltzed up to the shore and washed over the silky sand. As for Bakugou, he stood idly on the sand while wondering why the fuck Todoroki was swimming in the sea at midnight.
Truth be told, Bakugou had developed a crush on the lovely lady that was Todoroki ever since the beginning of the year—his third and final year at U.A. Perhaps it was her natural, arresting looks, her soft yet somewhat husky voice that wasn’t extraordinarily deep but was still the deepest voice amongst the girls in their class, or her austere, silent personality, but Bakugou was uncertain. What he was fully cognizant of, however, was that Todoroki had a certain lackadaisical grace in her movements, and damn was it suddenly attractive under the moonlight.
Bakugou slowly approached the inky shoreline, and as Todoroki emerged from the waves and flung her head back to catch her breath, Bakugou snorted, “The hell are you doing, Icyhot?”
Todoroki peered up at him from her sea palace and began swimming towards the shore. “Swimming,” she replied, providing the unvarnished truth and one of the answers that Bakugou least wanted to hear. “Why are you here?” Drawing herself up from the whistling waves, she grasped her moderately long ponytail and began wringing it out; shards of water spattered onto the sand.
Something sizzled and stirred within Bakugou’s dick as he watched Todoroki swing her damp ponytail behind her shoulders. “Hell, I don’t know.” He glanced at his beguiling classmate while attempting to avert his eyes from her unimpressive chest. “Ya look…better than half-decent.”
“Would you like to join me?” Todoroki nonchalantly queried while the luminiferous stars surged with the arcs of shadow behind her.
Thanks for ignoring everything I just said, Bakugou inwardly grumbled. Tch. Why the hell does that make me more interested?
“Does it look like I’m in fucking trunks?” Bakugou muttered while the light mist of the sea was scooped up by the air and wafted into his nose; cool, watery salt pervaded his nostrils.
“I guess not.” With a shrug, Todoroki clasped Bakugou’s hand and began dragging him towards the water. “Don’t be shy.”
“The hell did you—”
“Take some off if you don’t want to get them wet.”
“Asshole.” As though following orders, Bakugou slid off his shirt and waded into the waves with Todoroki. “Ain’t a shitty view.” He gritted his teeth a bit as Todoroki’s fingertips brushed across his hip. “Oi.”
Todoroki canted her head as Bakugou swam back to sit against the sand while the waves lapped up to his stomach. “Hm?” She sat down beside him with her defining insouciance.
Bakugou exhaled sharply and turned his head to face his enchanting classmate. “Oi…” He slowly placed his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder, and much to his stupefaction, she followed suit and placed her hand on his shoulder.
Submerged in vacillation, Bakugou began to push his lips towards Todoroki, but he blinked in bewilderment as her cold, ocean-licked hand cupped his cheek. As a wave rammed up against their bodies and shattered into a foamy ribbon of bubbles, Todoroki joined their lips together in the serene song of the fizzling waves. Salty, frigid lips were washed by the other’s saliva as one kiss melted into remission, and a second kiss tangled their tongues together.
Bakugou began to trace his fingers from Todoroki’s shoulders to her hips as perfervid swirls of slick velvet smeared together within caverns of saline honey. Arousal reared its head from Bakugou’s saturated jeans. All the while, the sloshing waves of the sea coalesced with the sloshing waves of their exchanged saliva.
Then, Bakugou released a huff as he withdrew from the ardent kiss. He slid his hands back upon Todoroki’s shoulders, but as his desire to feel more of her body in his hands consumed him, Todoroki stood up to her feet.
I fucked it up, Bakugou lambasted himself. Fuck! Dammit, I got carried away… Shit, my dick’s throbbing.
“We should take this someplace else,” Todoroki sighed while extending her hand to Bakugou.
“You fuckin’ serious?!” the ash-blonde vociferated under his breath.
Todoroki’s expression wavered with what almost resembled a faint smirk. “I think your little buddy agrees with me. You can see it from a mile away, Bakugou.” Even Bakugou could feel as his cheeks ignited with a seething batter of blush from Todoroki’s pointed, ruthlessly candid remarks. “Every room in my hotel is soundproof. Come.”
Certainly, Bakugou’s sweltering cock agreed with Todoroki, but his thoughts were still snagged by what Todoroki was insinuating that they would be doing. Never in his life had Bakugou been involved in any sexual activity, but hell did having sex sound divine to sate his lust. Even so, he could feel through his effervescent kiss with the one he was infatuated with that he loved her beyond his sexual desires.
“What, afraid of some cold water getting shoved up—”
“Does sand being thrust into your ass sound pleasant? I didn’t think so. Besides, we’re out in public.” With that, Todoroki dried off with a towel and threw on her clothing over her bikini as Bakugou pulled on his shirt.
The golden light pouring down from the ceiling of the hotel’s lobby painted Todoroki’s body in a glaze of honey. Her ass was flatter than a flat tire hammered into a pancake, but damn was she curvy. In general, Bakugou had one word to describe Todoroki’s seductive, irresistible charm: damn.
Stop fucking staring, Bakugou reminded himself. But how can I not? Like, holy hell. All of my senses are thinking of one thing, and that’s her.
Once the two silently stepped into Todoroki’s room and locked the door, Bakugou’s gaze settled on his feet as he debated on how the hell he’d verbalize his thoughts. Yet, he didn’t have to—Todoroki was slovenly undressing herself.
“You’re positive you want this?” Todoroki inquired while opening the bathroom door and tossing her towel into a makeshift laundry bin.
“Hell yeah. Oi. Not just cuz I wanna feel this, but… Fuck it. You’re sure ya want this? My dick’s goin’ in you. I don’t suppose you have any condoms or anything, do you?” He peeled off his damp shirt that clung uncomfortably to his skin before laying it on top of the bathroom counter to dry.
Todoroki turned on the shower as she nodded. “I’m sure I want this. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t. But I don’t have anything for us to use, so be sure to pull out.” Her glacial words sufficed as enough of a warning to Bakugou.
Then, Todoroki began to remove the top half of her bikini.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Bakugou yelped before he could witness Todoroki’s nude form.
“What?” Her expression was a slab of steel.
“Tch. Just… Fuck, take it off.” Dismayed, Bakugou stripped off his jeans, but his eyes crept back up to Todoroki in time to observe as the top of her bikini unraveled; his eyes shot back to the floor like bullets as peach discomfiture stained his cheeks.
Then, the sound of footsteps greeted him through the hiss of the shower. Todoroki’s presence encroached on his personal space, and although his mind conjured up the harrowing thought that he would feel Todoroki’s chest in his face, the reality was that Todoroki had her hands on his shoulders.
“Can you sit down?” Todoroki asked while planting a kiss on Bakugou’s cheek.
Unwilling to allow Todoroki to further command his mind, Bakugou crossed his arms. “Not happening,” he scoffed with a sneer. “You wanna bounce on me? Get me hard, Shoto.” Retaining his sneer, he wove their lips together again and ensconced Todoroki into a loving embrace.
Fucking hell, Bakugou thought while the minute yet discrete feeling of a woman’s chest against his flooded through his mind. Christ, I love her. Wish she’d be more expressive, but damn is she a force to be reckoned with. Wh—
There, Bakugou felt it. The piquant sensation of his cock being stroked through his moist boxers caused his cock to swell with boiling bliss. The strokes hastened as a separate forefinger caressed the head of his dick, and he began to feel the grinding of his thighs against his dick and the hands teasing it.
“F-Fuck,” Bakugou whined upon retreating from the mouth-watering lips he’d licked up. “Dammit, don’t you play with me all night like I’m bene-ea—hn?” With a wet whoosh, his boxers sagged around his ankles, and upon glimpsing down at his exposed dick, he realized that Todoroki was completely nude.
“Come on,” Todoroki chaffed in an alluring whisper as she tugged Bakugou towards the shower. “Who’s the pussy here?” With a grunt, she shoved Bakugou’s back against the wall of the shower, wrapped her hand around his ass cheek, and retracted her hand from forcibly holding up the ash-blonde against the slick wall.
“OHH! HOLY! FUCKING! JESUS!” Bakugou screamed as Todoroki’s middle finger penetrated his ass. “Grgh, fuck! You…piece of shit! Ngh! Fuck, deeper…” His groans became a second dose of steam from the water that was just hot enough to generate steam. “God, that hurts, bu—mph!” Todoroki swallowed down Bakugou’s moans as another finger was inserted up Bakugou’s burning asshole. “Mnng! Ngh! Nn!”
WHAT THE FUCK?! Bakugou inwardly roared. THIS ISN’T HOW THINGS WORK. She really fucking said ‘fuck you’ with her middle fucking finger up my fucking ass! GODDAMN, IT HURTS. But shit, she—
At once, every vestige of stimulation had absconded from Bakugou’s body. Only the lingering laughs of pleasure licked at his needy ass and cock. While he spasmed and squirmed and huffed and panted and attempted to weld the constituents of his sangfroid into a whole again, Todoroki simply rinsed her hair beneath the spider webs of water rushing down from the shower.
While removing her hair tie and allowing her drooping locks of scarlet and white to spill down her back, she aridly taunted, “You look disappointed. If you want more, make me take you seriously first. I might not have a dick, but I’ll still fuck you.” Her pale, glistening skin practically beckoned to Bakugou; he wanted to claim her as his before anyone else could steal her away. “I’ll give you whatever you want, but first, you have to earn it…Katsuki.”
Bakugou’s ebbing, residual zest billowed in his chest and pulsed out through his veins as his hair was doused with water. “Damn it all to hell if I ever hafta mouth this fucking shit again,” he panted, “but sh-shove your fingers up my ass again. Ugh, fuck.”
Guess I’ll be eating a bar of soap after this, the vermillion-eyed student inwardly sibilated while attempting not to focus too heavily on his aching, demanding cock.
Todoroki pressed her hands against Bakugou’s beast of a chest, and as her digits rubbed against his hard pearls of flesh, she pressed him down against the shower floor. Ribbons of steaming, translucent water mantled her majestic, ferocious being. Shadows trimmed the light from her eyes while spools of her wet hair drooled down onto her chest.
“Say it again,” she remarked without emotion as one hand of hers dove for Bakugou’s dick; squeezing pumps of pleasure pulsated through his bursting, turgid sword. “Say it, Katsuki.”
“No!” Bakugou snarled through a watering moan. “Ungh! A-Asshole, I’m the king of your jungle! Ah! Fuck! FUCK!” A bestial, contorting moan hiccupped from the back of Bakugou’s throat as Todoroki thrust her fingers into Bakugou’s slick, southern ravine. “Fucking hell! I’m gonna fucking c—”
Floodgates of perfervid fire stormed Bakugou’s erect cock as he steeled himself to unfetter his furious release. Yet, a hand clamped down on his dick, and a smattering of his cum leaked out from him and onto Todoroki’s fingers. He welded a groan and a growl together out of pain and pleasure while the woman on top of him washed her soiled fingers with soap and water.
“Ass…hole!” the ash-blonde cried while pushing himself back to sit down.
“Yours was very tight,” Todoroki slovenly murmured. “If you wanted to be the bigger man here, you should’ve picked someone else to fuck with.”
“And how should I have known that?! Goddammit, I’ll fucking say it! Shove your fingers up my ass, Shoto! Do you see how fucking bad I need it? I need you. You—OOH! AHN! HAH… FUCK! FUCK!” Like a manic drill, Todoroki lanced her middle and forefinger up Bakugou’s ass in rapid succession; she struck as deep within the latter as she could.
Capitulating to his rapture and the explosive howls of his dick, Bakugou finally fired his creamy missile of cum into the leaping filaments of water. Wheezing and moaning, he pulled himself back onto his elbows a bit as his legs spread out. With a grunt and a huff, he reached his hand towards Todoroki’s wet bramble, and as she rubbed his cock with warm soap and water between her grinding digits, he ventured beyond the wiry forest and brushed his forefinger over her slit.
“Fuck… That’s fucking embarrassing,” Bakugou groaned through his panting as his zenith of ecstasy dwindled into burning embers. “First fuck of my life and I get fucked by a woman. Even if you didn’t cuz you can’t, the fact that… What the hell…” His hand began to rub around between Todoroki’s thighs while he teased her with his middle finger hooking inside of her hot folds.
Todoroki slowly grinded against Bakugou’s hand as her expression was illuminated dimly with pleasure. “Mm… The friction feels nice. Keep your friend happy for me.” With that, she proceeded to fill herself up with Bakugou’s length by swallowing it up with her southern pair of lips. “Ahh. Oh? Katsuki, you’re still going to thrust. Show me what love and lust are. Pound me with it.” Once her command had been fired like a bullet, she rode her horse of steel with intoxicated poise. “Ah… Nnm! Thrust, Ka-atsuki.”
“Beg for it,” Bakugou snickered as Todoroki’s expression was melted ever so slightly by her visible ebullience.
“If you…want me to fuck you…into next week, I might—mgh—consider it,” she panted as a barrage of peach crept onto her cheeks.
Bakugou was drinking down the unadulterated bliss of experiencing a somewhat lewd expression from Todoroki, yet it certainly wasn’t much of one. “Tch. You’re such a piece of fucking shit,” he growled while beginning to muster up the strength to thrust into a tepid abyss of slick vacuity when Todoroki plunged herself into his scalding cock; a slippery song of steam and sweet soap soughed through their forest of passion. “Heh. That’s why I love ya, even if your chest and ass are flat as fuck. Au-ugh… God, that face. Fuck, everything about you’s hot. Goddamn…” His thrusts slowed as his doting affection for the woman he was fucking subdued his lust.
A sliver of a smile graced Todoroki’s lips as Bakugou lifted himself up, sat back against the wall of the shower, coiled his robust arms around his Shoto Todoroki, and allowed his stiff dick to continue penetrating the one that his eyes stared at as though magnetized. He showered her cheek with kisses as she moaned softly against his neck. Then, as Todoroki’s huffing and subtle groans leaked from her throat, her hastening bobs tore out her silent feast of a small, oozing climax. Ardent, affable “ahh’s” poured from her breaths that augmented the steam whirling through the air and glazing the walls. No further appetite for pleasure suffused the atmosphere.
Still within Todoroki, Bakugou gently pressed her head against his neck and whispered, “You know I love ya beyond this, yeah?” He pulled himself out and firmly wrapped himself around Todoroki.
Todoroki kissed the underside of Bakugou’s chin; a few droplets of water were dangling from his chin like lights. “Yeah. I could say the same to you, Katsuki,” she replied in a velvety, fuzzy whisper as her breaths adhered to Bakugou’s steaming flesh.
“Really? You fuckin’ serious?”
“Yeah. I’ve liked you for a few months.”
With a triumphant snort, Bakugou cackled, “Best late birthday present I’ve ever gotten. Damn…” He nudged his chin against his lovely lady’s head to snuggle with her.
“You’re soft.” Unembellished with two syllables, Todoroki’s remark caused an innocuous, wroth growl to boil from Bakugou’s throat. “A cat’s purr.” Her sardonic smirk caressed the eyes of the garnet-eyed man. “You’re much more tame than your personality. But happy late birthday, Katsuki.” She shifted in Bakugou’s embrace to face him before fastening their lips together for an ephemeral, enrapturing kiss; their foreheads rested together as Todoroki straddled Bakugou’s hips.
Once the two had finished showering together, they snuggled up in bed together with unobstructed sensations of flesh mingling with flesh. Exhausted from having his ass beat by the woman he loved, Bakugou promptly drifted off while still living the dream of having the woman of his dreams cuddled up beside him in bed.
Awakening to the azure sky and the sulfur sunlight seeping through the window of the hotel room, Bakugou groaned as he clamped his eyes shut again. His ass was throbbing, and—his ass was throbbing. He’d been sleeping with a woman. The cognizance of his situation grappled onto him as he turned his head over his shoulder, but Todoroki was no longer in the bed.
Fervent fear frothed up through Bakugou’s head as he dressed himself in his old clothes. He approached the door to return to his own hotel to change, but a note had been left for him. It read:
Same place as before.
Arrant relief rushed to quell Bakugou’s harrowing thoughts. He smirked to himself and scampered back to his hotel to change. After tossing on a white shirt, a pair of somewhat long and baggy shorts, and a pair of sunglasses, he swiftly marched towards the opening to the sea that he’d ventured into the night prior. Filaments of sunlight washed across the turquoise profound humming and leaping from beyond the golden shore.
There, sitting on a towel amidst the mid-morning wave of people spritzing sand and water into the air was none other than Todoroki. A white sarong swayed with the breeze against her skin. White stars daubed the cocktail of curling waves in front of her from the white sunlight tinged in topaz.
Bakugou’s heart jumped as he approached Todoroki. “Oi,” he whispered in an alluring growl.
“Took you long enough,” Todoroki teased him while unfurling a towel for him to sit on. “It’s almost noon, Katsuki.” As Bakugou nestled down beside Todoroki, he rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around her scorching shoulders from the sweltering heat.
“Yeah, yeah. Oi. That a smile I see?” He arched his brows with an ostentatious smirk as Todoroki suctioned her smile away. “You little fucker. You were smilin’. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” He rested his head against his shoulder as he turned to face Todoroki.
Nudging their lips together, Todoroki grinned through her ardent affection as she coiled her arms around Bakugou’s ravishing chest. “Mm…”
Sweet lips, sweet woman, sweet sunshine, sweet sight, and sweet sensations swirled around Bakugou’s head. “Love ya,” he purred with exultant verve in his own smile.
“You’re always telling me to smile, or to at least wear something different from my shitty resting-bitch face. I thought it would be a nice gift to you. For today, I’ll keep smiling for you, Katsuki. I’m sure I damaged some of your pride as a man and pride in your ego last night, so…I suppose I’ll damage my own.”
Bakugou simply held Todoroki fast as a gentle chuckle escaped his lips. “This your way of sayin’ you love me? Fucking sweet as all heaven. Damn.” The rejuvenating, foreign feeling of pride as a protector and significant other swished through his chest. “Oi, would this make us a couple?”
“I’d like that,” Todoroki hummed while resting herself against Bakugou’s chest. “But, yes. This is my way of saying that I love you, Katsuki.” Her subtle smile was the crescent blade of the sun’s corona, and Bakugou was devouring and cherishing every last second of its transient, sublime existence. “I know that physical touch and affection alone is your own love language.”
“Heh. Damn straight.”
Todoroki yawned. “Softie.”
“Fuck you. You’re soft too, Shoto,” Bakugou groaned while a wave slashed across the sand and ebbed away.
“I wonder how much we’ll soften each other. I don’t know, but I’m excited to see my softened future with you, Katsuki.” Her hand that was warmed by the sun interlaced with Bakugou’s calloused hand.
Unable to repress the smile leaking through his smirk, Bakugou chuckled, “Well, if it’s anything like the sea, it’s gonna be a wild, beautiful ride.”
A/N:
That was my first time writing smut that wasn't yaoi, so I apologize for how terrible this was. And I rushed this at the last minute, so the quality definitely isn't there lol.