Todoroki's breath hitched as Bakugou ripped at his shirt, trying not to wince as all the buttons popped off. He braced both hands on the door, clenching them into fists and dropping his head.

"R-rough?" He mumbled, distracted by scalding hands, nails digging harsh lines down his abs.

It hurt.

But it also didn't?

"I guess we like a little... controlled violence." Kirishima chuckled from somewhere behind him, he'd been rummaging around for something. Stealing his attention, Bakugou licked and sucked at his bare neck until it got sensitive, quickly finding a spot that made his jaw clench. He flinched as Bakugou bit a little too hard.

"Come on, man. Easy." Todoroki dared to look over his shoulder. Kirishima had walked back over, grabbing blonde hair and yanking the others head back. Bakugou's throat muscles strained and tensed but he remained weirdly compliant in the hold.

Todoroki never knew Kirishima was a beast tamer...

"If it gets too much - tell us, okay? If you don't enjoy it, we don't enjoy it." The red head spoke seriously, two sets of eyes flicked over to lock with his, intensely gaging his reaction.

Honestly, he was a little nervous.

He was also rock hard.

"Okay..." Was the only word Todoroki could choke out before he was shoved forward again. His hands slipped so instead he leant on his forearms. The door creaked unreliably under the pressure. He felt he was putting too much faith in that one hinge and lock...

Bakugou didn't seem to care though, quickly tugging his pants and bottoms to his ankles and slipping a warm hand around his cock. The contact made his hips jerk backwards, rubbing against the blonde who immediately responded by groaning lowly into his neck. He startled slightly when teeth nipped at his ear, Kirishima had pushed himself behind Bakugou, caging the two of them against the door. Dual coloured eyes locked on the red heads forearm next to his head - bulging veins sprawled like lightning over his thick muscle.

"Say 'safe word' if you're uncomfortable." The red head muttered into his ear, moving to suck the delicate skin just behind it. Todoroki felt his lips twitch up in response.

Their safe word is safe word?

His smile was quickly wiped when Bakugou squeezed a hand in between them.

The fingers were wet? When had he-

"Fucking laughing at us, Halfy? Not my fault that idiot can't remember shit."

He tried not to tremble as his tip brushed against wood, the blonde working up a steady rhythm.

"Come on, man..." The red head whined, Todoroki felt the other move from his ear. He didn't turn to look behind him but he felt the way Bakugou's hand suddenly start to tremble slightly on his dick.

"Ah... Fuck, Ei-" Todoroki tensed at the Bakugou's breathy murmur against his nape. He was pretty sure his cheeks were stained red and he was in no state of mind to try and fix it with his quirk. Suddenly, there were fingers entering him, painfully stretching his walls. He gasped out a startled cry at the intrusion - buzzed with a strange arousing pain. He shouldn't like it when it hurts - he definitely shouldn't still be hard. After a quick flick down, he was hit with the realisation he was practically .

"Hah - you fucking liked that didn't you?" Bakugou thumb swiped over his head roughly, drawing a quiet hitch in breath from the other.

Todoroki didn't answer, eyes locked on the surface in front of him - trying to process what exactly was happening.

"Mmmm..." Bakugou hummed deeply right into his left ear. The low frequency made his sides tingle erratically, shoulders rising in a pathetic attempt to hide the blush that seeped into his neck.

Todoroki heard a quiet chuckle from Kirishima who's hand left the door to swipe a thumb across his nipple.

It was at that point Todoroki realised he was way closer to the edge than he thought he was.

"Wait- wait I'm-"

All at once, like predators, the others sped their movements. Bakugou quickly found the bundle of nerves that forced a way too loud moan from his throat while attacking him from the front. Kirishima pinched and played as he licked and bit lewdly around a flushed ear.

"Ah- wait. I said I'm-"

A wave of intense pleasure washed over him, interrupting his breathless warning. The others didn't let up throughout, barely giving him a break before things were moving again.

In his post-cum haze he could only let himself be dragged further into the living room. Before he knew it he was shoved to his knees, front torso dropping with a painful thud against the low coffee table. It was a provocative position, arms locked at his lower back, bent over lewdly against furniture.

He swore the side of his face was going to bruise from the impact, hair splaying across the surface. He could only stare to the side in shock before Bakugou was roughly shoving his length inside.

He definitely hadn't been stretched out enough, immediately wincing at the sharp tang of pain. He was struggling for breath, chest stuttering up and down at the onslaught, eyes wide. The position with his knees spread apart somehow made everything feel so much more sensitive. His jaw dropped as the sharp pain was quickly twinned with pulsing pleasure. He finally managed to twist his neck a little to glance at the blonde currently rocking his world.

His shirt was off, abs stretching and flexing with the expert rolling of his hips where his bottoms were shoved to his thighs. One hand held his arms whilst the other grabbed at his thighs spreading them and kneading the flesh. His lips were red from attacking Todoroki's skin and a wet shine stuck strands of blonde hair to his forehead. Crimson eyes devoured his form, a pleased smirk crossing his face at the view.

"B-Bakugou..." Todoroki practically moaned it, not really trying to get his attention, just letting words spill out at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck - don't say it like that or I'll go fucking crazy." From the burning look in Bakugou's eyes and the broken moan that trailed after, Todoroki didn't hesitate to believe him.

"Katsuki..."

Fuck, he's definitely a masochist...

He could practically feel the temperature skyrocket as Bakugou's eyes shifted from heated to .

Hands immediately moved to grip and burn against his hips.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you."

It was a statement.

Todoroki would later realise it was fact too.

Todoroki almost screamed as Bakugou started drilling into him, using the grip on his hips to yank them impossibly closer. It was so deep and fast that stars started to block his vision. He shifted trembling arms from his back to lock onto the edge of the table in front of him like a lifeline. His whole body was being roughly rocked back and forth, the table shuddering underneath him.

"Shit, you're so fucking pretty."

Todoroki should have felt guilty that he completely forgot about Kirishima but he was so drunk on the high that could barely think straight.

A hand came to grab at his chin, the red head was knelt the other side of the table, touching himself.

Kirishima watched the way Todoroki's lidded eyes clouded with pleasure, pathetic stuttered moans ripped from his throat.

"Kiri-"

"Come on now, if you can say Katsuki then you have to say my name too." The red head interrupted the others rushed pleading, slipping the grip from his jaw to his throat and giving a warning squeeze.

"Eijiro..." Todoroki choked out, a few overwhelmed tears streaking down his cheeks. Fumbling and shuddering, he tried to reach out for the other.

"Not yet, Shouto. I'll get my way with you after." Kirishima rubbed his thumb tenderly at a scarlet mark under the others jaw, lips pulling into an excited smile.

"After?" Shouto whimpered between moans.

"I'll make you sing for me."

Kirishima's grin suddenly dropped into a heated scowl.