Todoroki was not at all prepared for what was about to happen.

"I want to fuck you."

Todoroki paused, mid-pushing his last paper back into it's designated spot.

"Right now?" He replied, slotting the book into space. The whole shelving unit was filled. Everything fit perfectly.

"Obviously."

He turned to meet a disgruntled blonde glaring at him. Impatiently, Bakugou tapped his foot, scowl deepening as his dry response.

"You don't have to! We're obviously not going to force you! I'd quite like to... you know, too - just saying."

Kirishima piped up, chuckling awkwardly. He shifted his weight against the set of drawers, fingers drumming against the wooden edges.

"I've never... had sex-"

"-With a man? Don't worry! We'll talk you through it." Kirishima interrupted, unhelpfully.

"No, I'm a virgin." Todoroki clarified. He was met with completely blank faces.

"The fuck? You're like 20 - you have millions of shitty girls that wanna fuck you." Bakugou furrowed his eye brows in confusion.

"I've never really wanted to before now..." Todoroki replied. It was true - he never really felt the inclination- hero work always came first.

"We don't have to go that far if your not comfortable!" Kirishima added, giving him a supporting smile.

"I..." Todoroki trailed off.

Did he want to?

He decided to avoid the question.

"-but my sling..."

It would be a nuisance, he wouldn't be able to lie on his front, and it would be difficult to pleasure the others.

"Don't whine about shit like that, I don't need your hands to get off - I guess I'd have to be fucking gentle, though." Bakugou grumbled before stepping closer.

"So?"

So.

Todoroki didn't nothing to stop Bakugou getting closer. Briefly he flicked his eyes over to Kirishima on the other side of the room. He was watching closely, smirking when Todoroki caught his gaze. Bakugou stopped a few inches from his face, obscuring his view. Slowly, the other reached up to undo the first button on his shirt. He held his breath as calloused fingers brushed against skin. His back pressed harder into the shelving behind him, even though Bakugou was barely touching him.

"Go get lube and shit." Bakugou called over his shoulder to Kirishima, who Todoroki could hear rush out of the room.

Now it was just the two of them, Todoroki felt slightly more intimidated - trying hard to keep his breathing steady. Bakugou was staring at his face, as if trying to read a language he didn't understand. Shouto could only stare back - confident this time he could hold his own, like in the car ride back from the conference.

He pushed past Bakugou, knocking their shoulders almost painfully before sitting down on his own bed.

He heard the blonde scoff, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face him again.

"I'm waiting." He quipped, poker face helping with his fake bravado.

"Spoilt brat."

Bakugou snapped, marching over and shoving at his good shoulder - pushing him flat onto the bed.

Todoroki moved to sit back up but the blonde grabbed his wrist and pulled it so that it threaded next to his other arm in the sling - trapped.

"Keep them there." Dark crimson eyes stared into his soul.

There was a part of him that wanted to piss Bakugou off, take his arm out. But the current heated gaze that drilled into him convinced him to obey.

For now.

In seconds his bottoms were completely off, a hardness springing out.

"Wha-" Todoroki gasped as Bakugou grabbed the back of his thighs, tugging his body closer to the edge of the bed. The action made his shirt ride up, exposing his abs to the open air and ruffling his hair a bit.

The blonde watched him for a moment - a dark gaze running over his body. He sank to his knees, face close to... there.

"Spread your legs."

Todoroki didn't move. There was a stubbornness taking over him, if anything he clamped his legs closer together.

In retaliation, Bakugou ran a finger up his length, teasing. He jolted at the touch. Now his arms were trapped he felt extremely exposed and weirdly sensitive.

"Don't make me ask again."

The low voice was doing something to him. It was like getting a fever. Slowly, he spread his thighs looking to his bedroom wall in embarrassment.

What happened to holding his own?

"Ah!" Todoroki snapped his head back to Bakugou, who suddenly clamped his teeth around a chunk of his inner thigh.

"Don't be too mean to him, Bakugou..." Kirishima scolded, re-entering the room and setting the supplies on the floor. Todoroki barely got to see what was brought before Kirishima came next to him.

"Looking good, Todoroki." The red head grinned, lifting his shirt a little higher.

"Thank y-"

His breath hitched as Kirishima's fingers went low on his abdomen, his muscles there spasming.

"Sensitive?" The other chuckled, smirking as Todoroki avoided eye contact.

"Tell me if it hurts," Bakugou called from between his legs.

He couldn't think about the statement too much before a wet finger came to his hole, rubbing it firmly.

Hissing, he fidgeting as Bakugou kept marking up his thighs, sucking hickeys deep into the skin. At least the pain was distracting.

Once it started to go inside of him, he clenched immediately, not used to the feeling. The blonde grabbed the inside of his thigh to keep his legs open.

"Calm down, it's gonna hurt more if you do that." Bakugou snapped from between his legs. Todoroki willed himself to calm; it was harder than he anticipated.

A hand grazed over his dick, hips twitching at the sudden contact. Kirishima began to stroke him lightly, not enough to really get off but enough to slowly make him relax. He bit his lip on reflex; it was starting to get hard to control himself.

As if recognising this, a pair of lips met his own and a tongue forcing his mouth open. They slowly kissed, Kirishima taking the time to pull at his bottom lip with his teeth. Todoroki couldn't help but groan and gasp into the others mouth - desperate for breath.

He flinched as Bakugou tried to add a third finger - it hurt.

Breathe.

Suddenly, Bakugou took the finger away - being strangely patient. His crimson eyes flicked between the slow making out and the movement of his fingers.

It felt like he was burning down there. Not a friction burn - an unfamiliar tingling one.

Kirishima and Bakugou worked seamlessly, like they'd planned the whole thing out before hand. The red head moved behind him, lifting him up to lean on their abdomen. One of his hands came to play with Todoroki's mouth, running a thumb across his bottom lip before pushing past to drag over his tongue. Todoroki's eyes widened at the intrusion - panting at all the attention he was getting.

Below him, the blond stood up, moving one knee onto the bed while his other leg stayed on the floor. With fingers still inside of him, Bakugou lifted one of Todoroki's legs onto his muscular shoulder. With the new position, Bakugou had the power to seriously finger fuck him. Todoroki's legs trembled at the thought. However, Bakugou wasn't even thrusting his fingers, choosing to prod them against his walls - like he was searching for something.

"Ngh!" Suddenly, an intense pleasure shot through him. He fully jolted at the feeling, almost biting Kirishima's thumb clean off. He tried to snap his head to the side, embarrassed at the outburst. Kirishima retracted his hand from Todoroki's mouth, clenching it around his jaw to force him to continue facing forward. Bakugou was staring at him with a new darkness in his eyes.

"Found it." Bakugou grinned almost evilly.

"Found wha- Ah!" Bakugou started roughly pounding his fingers into the spot. Todoroki started seeing stars.

"Ngh- Ah! Baku-mmnngh - wait! I can't-" He stuttered, a pathetic whine to his voice. The pleasure was overwhelming, he thrashed in oversensitivity.

"You will." Bakugou stated, thrusting impossibly faster. Todoroki was panting and moaning uncontrollably - legs shaking. He was so close - maybe he'd already came - the pleasure was so intense he had no clue.

Kirishima pinned him in place, tight on his jaw and chest. Tears pricked at his eyes, the pleasure was too much - it was like he was bursting to release. The room was filled with his strained, panicked moans.

"Make him cum hard." The red head called darkly behind him.

And Bakugou did just that.

He had never experienced anything like it before. There were tears running down his face. He was so loud that they were definitely getting a noise complaint tomorrow. Kirishima gripped him throughout the whole thing, entranced by his flushed form. Bakugou didn't slow down as the his release spurted all over his abs, also fully focused on Todoroki's cumming face.

Eventually, Bakugou slowed down - mouthing lightly at his inner thigh that was on his shoulder. Kirishima used his thumb to wipe the tears. Todoroki panted shakily, full body twitching lightly at the aftershock.

"Holy shit... So much for being gentle." Kirishima spoke up first, chuckling a bit in shock.

"It's his fucking fault. I couldn't hold back." Bakugou shot back, a bright blush taking up his cheeks and neck.

Todoroki was still trying to catch his breath, his whole body was tingling.

"Hey... You good?" Kirishima stroked his cheeks soothingly.

"Y-yeah..." His voice was quiet and rough from all the noise he made. The blonde seemed to unconsciously rub his palm up and down his raised thigh. It was comforting.

"That was probably the hottest thing I've ever experienced." Kirishima commented, a clear excitement to his voice.

"It was alright." Bakugou added, a fierce blush still taking over his face.

"You literally almost made him pass out. I think he deserves a little more than that." Kirishima gave the blonde a glare, still rubbing gently at Todoroki's cheeks. It felt weird to be touched by Kirishima like that - but he allowed it anyway - still too shocked to think straight.

"Fuck whatever. He's hot as shit. We're doing this again."