kinktober 2024 [UNFINISHED]

“Hah?” Bakugo exclaimed, his eyes widening as he stared at Todoroki. “What did you just say?” He hissed, staring at him with an extremely irritated expression.

“Mina wanted to switch uniform bottoms with you, so I just gave yours to her,” he repeated, slipping on his own uniform and adjusting his tie.

Bakugo just stood there in his boxers with the skirt in his hand, staring at him blankly.

He was not about to but this fucking skirt on.

Dropping it on the bed and walking over to Todoroki’s closet, he dug through it to find another pair of pants, only finding one in a size small. Even if he wanted to wear the small, he couldn't. He wore a size medium. “Hey, she even gave you the tights.” He pointed out, making Bakugo growl.

Since Mina had ‘hella ass’— as said by Kirishima— she wore a size large skirt. And since Bakugo had a ‘twunk’ body type— also said by Kirishima— he was the optimal choice.

Walking back over to the bed, he sat there grumbling. “I’m not going to class. Tell Aizawa I’m sick or something,” he told him, and Todoroki stared at him. “We’re not allowed to lie to Mr. Aizawa, Kat.”

“You’re such a stuck-up bastard, Sho.”

“Oh, okay.”

The two both sat there silently, Todoroki tying his shoes while Bakugo debates just wearing it to get that day over with. ‘It’s better than being dress coded’, he thought, ‘but it’s still bad.’

With an obnoxiously loud sigh, he stood up and pulled on the skirt.

Bakugo was fuming while he did, but he pulled up the tights as well, his fists clenched embarrassedly against his side as he stared into the mirror.

He was wearing shorts underneath, of course, but he still hated it. And his legs were hairy as shit. As if he cared. News flash? He did.

While Bakugo was putting on the uniform Todoroki was staring at him intently.

“It looks pretty, I don’t see why you’re upset,” he said, walking up to him and placing his hands on his hips, causing him to jolt away.

“Bastard, I reminded you not to just touch me like that,” he grumbled, crossing his arms, before Todoroki slowly walked up again and pulled his top down slightly to make sure it covered the skirt’s waistband.

Bakugo hissed, looking away and instinctively using his quirk, small sparks coming out of his fingertips, causing the other to take a small step back. “Ouch,” he huffed.

The two stood silently again, before Bakugo shoved past him and started walking out the room. “Ugh, let’s just go.” He grumbled, and Todorki walked behind him, asking no questions.

. . .

After the longest day Bakugo had ever experienced, he fell face first onto his bed, Todoroki pulling off his shoes for him only to be kicked for it, frowning as he simply started to take off his own shoes.

Sitting up and lying back against the bed, he crossed his legs. “This shit wasn’t actually that bad. Airy as shit though, and Aizawa made me sit out for the activity for today.” He shrugged, and Todoroki just looked at him.

He was pretty.

Half of what he said faded away into nothingness as he stared at his thighs, feeling the urge to touch him.

“Bakugo.”

Todoroki said abruptly, Bakugo’s ‘I hate Kaminari’ spiel coming to a halt, a wave of irritation coming over him.

Even if they hooked up a lot, that was a lot. He’d never not called him his name or a nickname.

“What?” he barked back, and realized how close they’d gotten. Todoroki sat between Bakugo’s legs, but not yet touching him.

His annoyance turned into embarrassment, pushing him away. “Ask for permission first, you perverted asshole!” Bakugo exclaimed, his fingertips causing sparks to slip out again, and Todoroki just paused.

“Can we fuck?” Is all he said.

Wow.

That was direct.

“Wh— What? Are you out of your mind? In the dorms?” Bakugo hissed, flushing slightly, but he hid the embarrassment on his face with feinded anger. “Yeah. I wanna try something with you,” Todoroki just shrugged.

After a few moments of debating, Bakugo just shrugged. “Fine, whatever, not like I care anyways,” he said, crossing his arms.

It was obvious he cared. Every time they’d done anything, his quirk malfunctioned. He hated doing it in the dorms because of that. Everyone knew about his quirk. It was only when he came, too. It was pathetic.

With his consent, he moved himself closer to Bakugo, running his fingers up his leg. “Okay,” he started, dipping his fingers underneath the tights. “You’re pretty,” Todoroki whispered, and Bakugo scoffed.

“You mean ‘handsome’?” He asked, and Todoroki shook his head, the growing smirk on his face fading slightly.

Pulling off the tights, he leaned down and licked a stripe on his thigh, making the other shiver. “Damn bastard, what’s with you?” Bakugo hissed, a bright red flush appearing onto his face.

Todoroki moved closer and opened his legs, running his fingers up Bakugo’s skirt. “You’re so pretty, Suki. Like a girl.” Todoroki whispered, eliciting a small scoff from him. “Shut up, asshole. Don’t call me that.” He protested.

It was obvious he wasn’t paying any mind to Bakugo’s words, and that pissed him off, though he didn’t comment on it.

Reaching forwards, he slipped off Bakugo’s shirt, running his fingers up his chest as he did, and the impatience kicked in. “Shoto, get on with it,” he grumbled, and only then did Todoroki move his fingers upwards more and run underneath his shorts and boxers, slipping them off.

“Take off the skirt too.”

“No, you look pretty in it.”

“Hah? Did you not just hear me, you dickhead? Don’t call—“ Bakugo whisper-yelled at him, before getting cut off by a gasp, Todoroki having wrapped his hand around his length.

Bakugo pouted and gave him a look, before crossing his arms over his chest silently, just letting him do what he wanted.

Todoroki, thrilled by this, moved closer and spread his legs apart more, as well as hitching Bakugo’s legs onto his thighs to get him into a better position for what was next.

Obviously he was ready, pulling the lube out his pocket and smearing it onto his fingers, staring at Bakugo silently. “What are you looking at me for? Get on with it!” he hissed, and Todoroki huffed. “Bakugo—“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Katsuki, then.” he corrected, getting a dirty look from the blonde. “We’re gonna go slow today.” he told him, and got a small frown.

Reaching down and adjusting his skirt to reveal more of himself, Bakugo pressed against Todoroki. “Come on, Shoto. Don’t you want me? We always go rough.” He grumbled, but just from Todoroki’s gaze alone he knew there was no convincing him.

Bakugo pouted and let the skirt drop. “Kat, calm down. You’re being a brat,” the other whispered, reaching down and pinning both of his hands down into the bed, causing him to squirm.

He was speechless. It was like Todoroki was a different person. Was it because of his outfit? He’d never acted like this before.

In his slight trance, Todoroki used that moment to press his fingers against his hole, before pushing two in and they went in without any resistance, eliciting a small gasp out of Bakugo. “You’re already so stretched for me. Have you been practicing?” Todoroki muttered, pressing his fingers deeper and starting to move them, Bakugo grunting softly.

“You’re so pretty under me, Kat,” Todoroki whispered, scissoring his fingers and causing Bakugo to grunt, slipping in another finger impatiently.

It was obvious they were both very impatient, due to the fact Bakugo had almost blown him up when he moved a bit too slow, muttering something about how ‘Deku moves faster’.

Just hearing that made Todoroki huff and take out his fingers, pouring some more lube into his hand and jerking himself off for a few seconds to cover himself, wiping the rest on Bakugo’s entrance, and finally lining himself up against him.

“Get to it, Sho,” he pouted, crossing his legs behind Todoroki’s waist and pulling him closer.

With a strained sigh, Todoroki pressed into him slowly, glancing down at the blonde and watching him slowly stroke himself, smirking slightly. “You’re so wet here,” he teased, running the ball of his thumb across Bakugo’s leaking tip, playing more into the feminization than earlier.

“Stop treating me like a chick,” Bakugo hissed, and tightened his hand around himself when Todoroki pushed all the way in.

He started slow, just to rile Bakugo up a bit more before it got good, and he laughed softly. “You look so pretty when you’re irritated. The way your lip curls up is adorable,” he muttered, holding onto Bakugo’s hips as he went nice and slow.

That only made him more upset. “Get to the good part, you’re such a fucking tea—.” He barked out between his small grunts and groans, only going quiet when Todoroki kissed him.

When they pulled apart, he held onto the blonde’s hips tighter. “Come on, Kat, give me a second,” he sighed, before increasing his pace, watching Bakugo smirk slightly, pleased by how he was finally getting what he wanted.

Instead of stopping at the usual quick-slow pace Bakugo always enjoyed, he sped up further. “A- Ah, too much,—“ he whispered, whining softly and started moving his hand faster.

“You’re tightening,” Todoroki commented bluntly, and the blonde flushed, letting out a soft moan.

They were both close, and his pace was growing erratic, trying to keep it steady while he moved faster. Bakugo’s head fell back and he gripped the sheets with his empty hand as he came across his chest without warning.

The sudden tightening stunned Todoroki for a moment, but he kept moving, as well as moving Bakugo’s hand from around himself so he didn’t accidentally use his quirk on his penis.

It was almost like he was waiting for it, the small sparks of his quirk escaping his fingertips as he cried out.

Just a few thrusts later, Todoroki pulled out and finished across his chest, breathing heavily, before falling forwards against him, using his own quirk to slightly cool them both down so Bakugo didn’t complain about how warm it was.

Even then, he found a reason to complain. “You’re fucking heavy,” he breathed out, his eyes drooping tiredly, but he still found the energy to wrap his arms around Todoroki’s neck.

“We should shower, Kat. Our come is already starting to dry—”

“Shut up.”