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Getting Off ft. Shouto's Daddy Kink and Izuku's Plump Asset

by tiffersthenerdy

After five years of being together, Midoriya and Todoroki finally decided to buy a house together. It had taken them longer than expected to find one that suited both of their tastes, but once they did, life for the both of them felt more complete than ever.

The day after everything was moved in and set up to both of the heroes’ likings is when Midoriya started it in the…

GYM

“Shouto,” Izuku says, wiping his forehead with the towel on his shoulder. His boyfriend quirks a questioning eyebrow at him. “We’ve gone from one mirror,” he says with a smirk, pulling Shouto after him, “to an entire wall.”

He pushes Todoroki against the wall of mirrors that he referenced, kissing his lips softly before trailing down to the sharp jawline that makes him want to moan as he kisses it. Izuku flicks his tongue out against Shouto’s neck, tasting the salt on his skin and this time he does moan.

“What’s your point?” Shouto gasps out quietly.

“My point is,” Izuku murmurs against his boyfriend’s collarbone, “I want you to watch yourself get off because of me.” He trails his hand against Shouto’s slick abs, putting a couple of fingers into his own mouth and sucking on them, all the while never breaking eye contact.

Todoroki shivers almost violently as he stares back, eyes darting to the fingers in Midoriya’s mouth. “How do you want me?”

He smiles around his fingers before pulling them out long enough to say, “hands and knees.” Todoroki sheds his bottoms and follows the directions, looking to the side, watching Izuku’s reflection as he kneels between Shouto’s legs.

A wet finger rubs around the tense muscle of Todoroki’s hole before hooking on and sliding in carefully. The digit prods in and out lazily as Izuku looks at their reflections too. He catches Shouto’s eye in the mirror and flashes him a sexy smirk as he slips a second finger inside. The look has Shouto whining in his throat, hard cock twitching and dripping between his legs.

“You are so pretty,” Midoriya whispers as he lays on his back, wiggling between Shouto’s thighs. Propping himself up on his elbow, he wraps his lips around the head of Todoroki’s dick, sliding his tongue over the slit. He moans at the delicious taste of his boyfriend’s precum.

Izuku works up and down the cock in his mouth as he twists and curls his fingers in Shouto’s hole. It has the man over him thrusting lightly into his mouth and onto his fingers. He knows he has found Shouto’s sweet spot when the lewdest moan Izuku has ever heard, breaks through the panting.

Pulling off with a pop, he stills all of his movements and hangs his head back, looking up at Shouto who is looking down at him. “How do we look, Daddy?” The reply is a whine. “I need you to tell me. Use your words,” he taunts, twitching his fingers in Shouto’s ass.

“’Zuku, please,” he begs. “Fuck, we are perfect together. You look so good, Baby.” Todoroki is quaking above him.

“Will you do me a favor?” Izuku asks so sweetly that Todoroki raises his eyebrows. “Fuck my face until you cum.”

No one has the right to look so cute while they say something so dirty, but here Midoriya is, doing it anyways. As Shouto thrusts into that soft mouth around his cock, the familiar heat begins in his stomach and his limbs tingle pleasantly.

Izuku is mercilessly attacking his prostate, moaning with each roll of Shouto’s hips. They side eye each other through the mirror, green pools of lust are pleading to be rewarded. Who is Shouto to refuse? With several more erratic thrusts, the heat in Todoroki’s gut releases through his body as he cums. Izuku sucks and laps greedily for every drop, swallowing hungrily until there is nothing left.

The fingers are removed and they both lay side by side. “What is it about mirrors?” Izuku asks with a dazed smile.

“I don’t think mirrors have anything to do with it.”

Once they both recover on the gym floor, they both agree on a shower and head to the…

BATHROOM

Both men had agreed that a big shower was important to them when buying a house. The small walk-in that they had in the apartment had been difficult to use with just one of them in there.

Despite the ample amount of space they have, Shouto pulls Izuku flush to him, back to chest, his head resting on the greenette’s shoulder. He gently swipes the soapy washcloth over his boyfriend’s broad chest. “Baby, you are so perfect,” Todoroki whispers, nipping Midoriya’s ear with his teeth and tweaking one of his nipples.

“You shouldn’t say such embarrassing things,” Izuku replies, pushing his ass into Shouto’s groin and freezing when he feels a hard cock pushing back.

“It’s just the two of us, Beautiful. There is no reason to be embarrassed.” He turns Midoriya to face him, admiring the pink that dusts the soft freckles on his cheeks. Leaning in, their lips touch softly as hands roam bodies. Thumbs brush nipples, feather like touches tickle hips, and rough, calloused fingers stroke cocks to dripping, hard lengths.

“Shouto,” Izuku breathes against his lips and he takes the opportunity to lick past plush lips into Midoriya’s mouth. It pulls a whimper from the shorter man.

Shouto grips Izuku’s supple ass, hoisting him up and trapping his body between Shouto and the wall. “Izuku,” he gasps as he pulls back for a moment. “Let me show you how I feel. Let me make love to you.” Midoriya bites his lip and nods, wrapping his legs around Todoroki’s hips tightly.

Todoroki takes his time pushing into Midoriya’s ass. It’s tight and hot, pulling him in deeper with each push. Being fully seated in his boyfriend is torturously pleasurable. Each slow roll of his hips brings a new gasp or whimper from Izuku and Shouto leans in to drink them off of his tongue, tangling his fingers into green locks.

Shouto braces himself against the wall with one hand and wraps the other around Izuku’s cock, stroking it faster as his thrusts speed up and become harder. “You are so amazing, Izuku. I’m so glad you chose me. Thank you for choosing me. I love you so much,” Todoroki whispers as Izuku clings to him, nails digging into his back. The thrusts reach a speed of desperation to get them off. “I need you to cum for me.” It’s a plea.

“I love you too, Shouto,” Izuku says, sobbing as his entire body stiffens. His hot seed spills between them seconds later and Todoroki follows, stilling as he fills his lover’s ass.

Soft kisses are shared as they come down from their sex high and while they clean each other off. They both agree that they have worked up an appetite and after drying off and getting into lounge clothes, go to the…

KITCHEN

“We are pro heroes and yet we are eating instant ramen,” Izuku says, giggling at the bowl in his hands.

“We have to enjoy the finer things in life,” Shouto says, slurping the last of his noodles and putting the bowl in the sink.

“Oh, we do? Tell me, what are the finer things?” Izuku asks, following Todoroki’s lead and finishing his food.

“One word,” Shouto says, taking Izuku’s hand and pulling him into a slow dance.

“And what would that be?”

Shouto licks his lips and answers, “dessert.” He pushes Izuku onto the kitchen table. “Can we play rough now, Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” Shouto says with a smirk. He grabs the bunched-up table cloth and ties Izuku’s wrists together before grabbing one of the cloth napkins and making a blindfold that he secures over Izuku’s eyes swiftly.

Todoroki pulls Izuku’s shirt up to his chin and his pants to his knees. “What a shame, ‘Zuku. We have yet to use the nice candles that your mom got us as a house warming gift.” Shouto ‘tsks’ dramatically.

Izuku can hear the whoosh of Todoroki’s flames and the slight heat raises goosebumps across his exposed skin. “How rude of us,” he agrees breathlessly. A very warm mouth on his dick has Izuku arching his back off of the table. “Nnnnghhh, yes.” A very chilly hand comes to rest on his lower abdomen, making him shrink back into the table. “Fuck.”

A thin layer of frost covers Midoriya’s stomach and chest as Shouto pulls off of his cock. “You look cool,” Shouto says with a chuckle and Izuku groans at how terrible the pun is. “You should’ve laughed,” he says sternly.

Izuku’s brain short circuits when the first trail of hot wax hits his skin, nipple to hip. Cold, hot, pain, pleasure, more, less, yes, no, please, thank you. No single thought stands out as his breath hitches in his throat, mouth open but nothing coming out.

Another sheet of frost and another stripe of wax, this time the opposite nipple and hip, has Izuku gasping and moaning. He can’t make a coherent thought, but he can’t seem to care as a third and fourth wax trail joins the first two.

“How are you?” Shouto asks quietly, concern edging his tone.

Tears of embarrassment prick at Izuku’s eyes behind the blindfold as he admits, “I’m close.” They spill over when Shouto is silent for too long.

The binds on his wrists come off followed by the makeshift blindfold. “Can you hold off for a little longer? I really want you to fuck me in the living room.” Despite the statement, Shouto looks genuinely worried.

Izuku gives him a wobbly smile, “be in there before I get off of this table.” That is how Todoroki finds himself in the…

LIVING ROOM

He is completely naked and pressed against the bay window as Izuku drills into his ass fast and hard, relentless. He has one hand on Shouto’s shoulder and one on his hip as he watches his dick disappear over and over into his boyfriend’s tight ass.

“Mmmph, yes, fuck me,” Todoroki says against the cold glass. Moans fall from his lips in a jumbled mess. “Oh fuck! Izuku!” The tone is no longer one of pleasure but of panic and Shouto is frozen and staring wide eyed out the window.

Looking under the taller man’s elbow, Midoriya realizes why there is panic. Their brand-new postman is staring back at them, his face is crimson and shocked.

Izuku gives him a ten-thousand-watt smile and a friendly wave which is briefly returned before the postman turns and practically jogs away. “Well, things are going to be awkward with him for a while,” Izuku says nonchalantly, resuming their earlier activity.

“It doesn’t take much before Shouto is jerking himself off, ropes of thick cum covering the glass in front of him as Izuku empties himself into his ass.

They both clean up the various messes they’ve made throughout the house and then take showers again. As Shouto steps into the…

BEDROOM

He realizes that the shower was very much pointless. Sitting on his knees in the middle of their king bed in red lace panties and Shouto’s hero costume shirt, is Izuku. He looks up at his boyfriend with big doe eyes and a bright smile, being as pretty as you could please.

“What are you doing, Baby?” Shouto asks, crawling onto the bed.

“Waiting for you, Daddy,” he replies softly.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Todoroki commands. Izuku follows the order quickly.

Shouto pulls the shirt up to get a good look at the little lace panties that barely cover anything that Izuku has to offer. It makes his dick twitch. He rubs the lace before slapping his boyfriend’s ass hard, watching it jiggle. He does it twice and three times, Izuku whimpering at each one.

“What are you to your Daddy?” Shouto asks firmly. Izuku mumbles something incoherently. It earns him another slap to the ass. “Say it proudly. Are you ashamed of me?”

“No, of course not. I’m your cum slut, Daddy,” he says confidently.

“Yes, you are,” Shouto growls as he lays himself over his boyfriend’s back, wrapping his hand around Izuku’s throat and squeezing firmly. “Now ride my dick.”

He sits against the headboard as Izuku turns his back to him. He smiles over his shoulder as he hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband of the panties. They slide down over smooth skin, stretching over the swell of his ass which is bright red from Todoroki’s hand.

Once the material is off, it goes over the edge of the bed and Izuku straddles Shouto’s hips, still backwards. “Does Daddy love my ass?” He asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer. He slips the cleft of his ass up and down Shouto’s hard dick, biting his lip as he watches his lover’s gaze flit from his face to the show he is putting on with his best asset.

Todoroki retrieves the lube from the bedside table and heats the bottle in his hand before he pours it into the crack of Izuku’s ass. “Spread it.”

Izuku resumes his actions, slicking both of them up before pouting his lip. “Can I sit on your dick now, Daddy?” Shouto nods and Izuku smiles brightly as he guides his hole onto his boyfriend’s dick. It stretches him in all the best ways the entire way down until he is fully seated.

“Baby, oh my beautiful Izuku. You feel amazing inside. You are so hot, and you feel so good wrapped around my dick. I want to watch you fuck yourself on me,” Shouto says with a wanton moan.

Izuku rolls his hips as he starts to bounce on his boyfriend’s dick, arching his back as he braces himself on Shouto’s thighs. Shouto grips Midoriya’s ass, spreading the cheeks wide to watch his dick slip in and out. “More, Baby.” Shouto grips Izuku’s hips tightly, thrusting up to meet him. “Touch yourself.”

Both of them gain speed as they race to the finish line. Izuku can feel Shouto’s dick grow and pulse deep inside of him as he cums, paints his insides with thick seed. It has Izuku tumbling over the edge, ass clenching and milking Shouto for all he is worth as he cums on the blanket, his hand working himself through his orgasm.

Spent, Izuku leans back into Shouto’s chest. “How was that?”

“Amazing,” Todoroki answers quietly.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, peering up at Shouto through thick lashes.

“Can I admit something to you without you laughing at me?” Nod. “I kind of have a, uh, breeding kink.”

“Go on,” Izuku says evenly.

“I think you would look so cute pregnant. I know it isn’t possible, but your hips would soften right here,” Shouto says, drawing lines with his fingers. “You would get a cute belly right here.” He puts his hand on the middle of Izuku’s abdomen, fingers splayed wide.

“To be honest, I’ve thought the same way,” Izuku admits shyly. “Why don’t we try it out tomorrow in the office? Or maybe the couch?” He looks up to Shouto, hopeful.

“That sounds perfect.” He smiles down at his boyfriend, pushing the curls out of his face before kissing his forehead gently and wrapping him in a hug.