Todoroki has paper work.

Todoroki has two hot roommates that want to fuck him.

"What?! Come on, I was so close!" Kirishima wailed, glaring at the G A M E O V E R currently on screen.

"You should have parried that attack rather than blocking it." Todoroki commented. The two of them were taking turns trying to defeat a difficult boss. Whoever beat the boss first could get the other to do anything they wanted. Todoroki had a couple ideas for what he wanted Kirishima to do.

"Gah! It's just too fast - here you go." He passed the controller, Todoroki immediately pressing the X button to retry. He was supposed to be doing paperwork right now, but after Kirishima gave him the puppy eyes, he really couldn't resist. At least Bakugou was out on patrol right now or he'd get a mouthful from him.

He'd been playing for a few minutes, starting to get close to defeating the boss. He was perched on the edge of the sofa, Kirishima next to him - bouncing nervously. The boss didn't have much health left, but his character did have much either. It was safe to say he was getting closer to defeating the boss then Kirishima though.

Suddenly, a tongue licked a stipe around the edge of his ear.

"Wha- Kirishima, don't." The contact distracted him for a moment, barely being able to dodge an incoming attack on time. Now he felt teeth nipping his ear, a large hand coming to rest on his thigh. He fidgeted in his seat, leaning his head away from the attacking mouth. However, this just made more room for the red head to start sucking at his neck.

"K-Kirishima..."

The hand had moved further up his thigh, kneading the flesh at the top, fingers brushing sensitive places. A bunch of his characters health was knocked off after he forgot to block.

"Hmm? What is it, Todoroki?" Kirishima muttered innocently, voice reverberating up his neck. He full body shivered.

"I need to foc- Ah!" Kirishima had shoved his hand down his tracksuit bottoms, palming at a place he didn't even realise was hard.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch it..." Todoroki could hear the smirk in the red heads voice, internally cursing at how hot it was.

"I won't be able t-to defeat the boss of you keep..." There was now a thumb circling his head, and a rough bite just under his jaw. He wasn't even paying attention to the screen anymore, his hands limply holding the controller.

"Keep doing what, Todoroki?" Kirishima teased, beginning to slip his hand down Todoroki's boxers. He felt his abdomen muscles clench at the feeling.

"T-touching..." Todoroki was panting under Kirishima's grip, self control thrown out of the window at this point. He swore he heard a light chuckle before his neck was being attacked again, the hand gripping him moving faster. Thighs twitching, he willed himself not to thrust up in Kirishima's hand.

Suddenly, all movement stopped.

"Oh! Looks like game over... shame." Kirishima grinned. Todoroki looked over at the screen, still slightly dazed.

Wait... what?

"Dirty cheat." He turned away, ashamed he'd fallen for Kirishima's plan so easily. He started to rise from the seat, but before he could even move he was being pushed down - pinned against the sofa by a playful red head.

Todoroki choked at a sudden movement underneath his boxers.

"Who's really the dirty one?"

...

"Oi Halfy! Get my towel!" A voice rung from the bathroom. Todoroki was attempting to catch up on paperwork. He didn't realise he'd gotten so far behind.

"I know you can fucking hear me!"

Todoroki sighed, getting up from his seat. He walked out of his room, grabbing a towel out of the cupboard next to the bathroom. He entered without knocking.

He froze.

Bakugou was in the bath, naked. Bakugou didn't bathe. He's very hygienic obviously, but he always showered. Baths were apparently a waste of water and took too long. Honestly, he was thankful there were bubbles to obscure... the rest of him.

Bakugou rolled his eyes at his shocked look.

"Fucked up my shoulder after sleeping on the floor the other day." Ah. He was trying to relax the muscles with a hot bath. Todoroki nodded in acknowledgement before dropping the towel at the door, turning to leave.

"Get in."

He paused, looking over at Bakugou, Bakugou wasn't looking at him. It may have been the heat of the bath but it looked like he was blushing.

"Get in?" Todoroki repeated, unsure.

"The waters getting cold, heat it up."

It was a pathetic excuse, really. He fought not to chuckle at it, aware that Bakugou would probably never invite him in again.

He had paper work.

He had an opportunity to bathe with a naked Bakugou.

The answer was pretty obvious.

He began to pull off his top, pausing after he noticed he was unconsciously putting on a show for Bakugou, who was watching shamelessly.

"You're staring." He thumbed at his trousers.

Bakugou huffed, turning his head to instead look at the wall as Todoroki shoved his boxers and trousers down, stepping out of them and straight into the bath.

Before he could choose a position, Bakugou dragged him so his back was pressed against the blondes chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

It was... awkward.

He felt stiff pressed up to Bakugou like this. Skin to skin.

They lay there for a few minutes in slightly uncomfortable silence, he tried to let his body relax against Bakugou's. Thankfully, the heat of the water made him sleepy. He tuned into Bakugou's deep breathing, daring to close his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep on me, dumbass. Pass the soap while you're at it." Bakugou grumbled, half heartedly. He sounded sleepy himself, a rare softness to his voice. Todoroki leant forward and off Bakugou's chest to retrieve the 2 in 1 bottle at the other end of the bath. Before he could sit back though, a hand came to his shoulder blade.

"Shit... I really did a number on you..." Another hand came to his back, finger tips running over certain spots. The bite marks and hickeys Bakugou left after the night on the sofa hadn't faded yet. They weren't particularly painful, but they were bright. Todoroki didn't dare wear the white button up shirt he sometime wore to work.

"Thanks for tha- Ah!" Suddenly, Bakugou leant forward, adding another bite mark to the collection, sucking at it after.

"Can't wait for everyone to see you in the changing rooms..." Bakugou chuckled, touching his recent work with wet hands.

"You're a dick." Todoroki forcefully leaned back, resting on the blondes chest again. He passed the bottle, Bakugou placing it somewhere behind them.

"You like it though." A pair of hands came to his abs, the muscles tensing at the touch.

Does he like it?

"I don't." Todoroki lied, he couldn't bare Bakugou getting an even larger ego.

"Hah?! Fucking liar." A hand at his abs moved up his chest, probably aiming to throttle him.

He jolted. Bakugou accidentally grazed his nipple on the way up.

"Oh? What's this?" Bakugou smirked, brushing his fingers against it again. Todoroki bit his lip. He wasn't going to react. There was a low chuckle behind him.

"Planning on snapping my wrist, Halfy?" Todoroki noticed he currently had the wrist in a death grip. Immediately, he dropped it - attempting to act unbothered.

"I don't feel anything. It just surprised me." He stated, subtly trying to twist away from the finger that was rubbing circles.

"Oh, then you don't mind if I play for a while, right?" Bakugou teased, lifting his other hand to start playing with the other side.

"W-Whatever."

Todoroki had too much pride.

...

Todoroki was aching.

Bakugou had been lazily rubbing and tugging for what felt like years. He was breathing heavily, open mouthed, head turned towards the wall, desperately trying to keep some self control.

He was rock solid hard.

He didn't understand why the touch felt so intense yet no nowhere near enough. His hips were twitching, desperately trying to find friction from the water. Gripping Bakugou's thighs, Todoroki cleared his throat - a suspicious moan tagging on the end.

"I bet I can get you to cum just from this." A husky drawl sounded in his ear. Todoroki flinched slightly, almost gasping at the way it made Bakugou's fingers press into him.

"You c-can't..." Todoroki stuttered, his voice sounded so breathy and strained. He fidgeted between the blondes legs, trembling lightly.

"Is that a challenge?" Bakugou's voice dropped an octave, Todoroki felt like he was on fire.

"Nghh!" He curled in on himself slightly when Bakugou's hands suddenly sped up, pinching and rolling harder. He tried to move, arching his back to try to twist out of the way but Bakugou's fingers followed, never letting up. Todoroki internally panicked at the way his abdomen was clenching. He was close.

Even biting his lip wasn't stopping the noises from escaping. He was moaning, twitching, pathetically jerking his hips. He wouldn't let himself cum though. He couldn't let Bakugou have that win.

"Come on, Todoroki..." Bakugou whispered into his ear, the blondes own voice sounding heavy. Now that he thought about it, there was a hardness rubbing against his back. The image was making Todoroki teeter on the edge. He whimpered, forcing himself not to let go.

"I'm going to make you cum, Todoroki. Stop fighting it."

And suddenly he was over the edge.