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200 Follower Thread: Todoroki Gangbang
Rating: Explicit
Pairing(s): Todoroki/Bakusquad
CW: aged up characters, explicit sex, double penetration, rough sex, swearing, sluttyroki, sexting

“Hey! I’ve seen some action…” Kaminari was pouting, throwing a handful of popcorn toward Mina and Sero as their disbelieving laughs filled the too small room.

“Keep it down, you fucking idiots—I’m trying to concentrate here!”

Bakugou kept smashing the keys on his controller, bumping into Kirishima’s side and causing him to fly off the rainbow bridge during their race.

“No fair, man, I was gonna win that one!”

“Okay, okay!” Mina ignored them, shaking her head and wiping tears out of her eyes as she pointed at Kaminari. “Your hand doesn’t count—I was talking about /actual/ sex.”

“Tsk, like you’ve /actually/ had sex, Pinky.”

They had started another race, but Bakugou was still paying attention to their conversation, despite the way he leaned toward the screen and tilted his controller.

“Ooh you really think so, blasty? I’ve got a guy in my DMs right now just /begging/ me to fuck him with my strap.

What else do you think I’ve been doing on my phone this entire time?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, mashing buttons and yelling at the screen.

“Okay, but I’ve got a guy in my DMs too—“ Kaminari had spoken up again, sitting up on the beanbag and grabbing his phone.

“Last message he sent was talking about how he couldn’t wait for me to use my quirk on him in bed!”

“/Been there!/”

Sero and Kirishima looked at each other as they said it at the same time and the redhead leaned over for a fist bump.

“Seriously, bro, that’s manly and all, but I’ve got a guy talking all slutty about my quirk too—asking me if I can harden my /entire/ body.”

“Yeah same. Mine keeps begging me to choke him out with my tape.”

“Fuckin’ amateurs.”

Bakugou threw his controller down, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a large drink before turning toward them. /“My guy says this, my guy says that,”/ he rolled his eyes, scoffing and leaning forward.

“It’s all just talk. For the past week I’ve had this pretty motherfucker sending me snaps—bouncing on a fake fucking cock with /my/ goddamn name on his lips. Get on my level, extras!”

Kirishima swallowed audibly next to him and Kaminari looked impressed, but it was Mina who spoke up. “Okay, that’s fair, but no way is your guy prettier than mine.”

“You wanna fucking bet, Pinky?”

Sero raised his hand tentatively, tilting his head and picking up his own phone.

“I mean, if we’re comparing the prettiest guy—I’d say mine probably takes the cake.”

“Nuh-uh, no way. It’s gonna be mine, he’s fucking gorgeous, you’re not even gonna believe who it is.” Kaminari was also unlocking his phone and scrolling through his pictures.

“Oh what the hell.” Kirishima grabbed his phone from next to the PlayStation. “But prepare to be disappointed when you find out who I’ve been talking to, cause I’m telling you /I’m/ the one who’s winning.”

One by one they all looked up, holding their phones close as they sat in an irregular circle. “On three, okay?”

“Oh just fucking show them, /goddamn!”/

Mina rolled her eyes but turned her phone around anyway, looking around as the others did the same.

There was a moment of shock while five sets of eyes trailed from phone to phone, slowly widening as they went. Each picture was different, varying in degree of nudity and sexual acts.

In one he was fresh from the shower—sucking on his fingers, chest bare and glistening.

Another had him on the floor in front of a mirror, naked from the waist down, fisting his cock while seated on a dildo. And one was of him bending over, face looking back over his shoulder as he showed off his lube covered rim.

The self-proclaimed Bakusquad sat in stunned silence, taking in the photos and realizing that absolutely nobody was winning the bet.

Because how the hell could they vote on who was the prettiest when all five pictures were of the same guy?

—END PART I—

“Oi! Half and Half bastard!”

Todoroki turned around in the hall on his way to his room, mismatched brows coming together in a look of confusion. “Hello Bakugou, is there something I can help all of you with?”

“As a matter of fucking fact, there is—“

Bakugou grabbed him by the arm, dragging him over to Sero’s room and pushing him inside.

“Hey, what the fuck, man? Why my room?” Sero and the others followed in behind them, closing the door and surrounding Todoroki so he couldn’t escape.

“We’ve got some questions.” Mina stepped forward, crossing her arms and staring up into mismatched eyes.

“I’ve got some answers, let’s see if they match.” Todoroki’s tone was deadpan, but the slight tilt to his lips told the group that he wasn’t going to make this easy on them.

“You said you wanted me to use my quirk on you… as in, like a sex thing.”

Todoroki looked over to Kaminari, tilting his head and furrowing his brow. “And?”

“W-what do you mean ‘and’? /And/ you’ve been saying the same things to Kiri and Sero.

Not to mention the shit you’ve been sending Bakubro and Mina!”

Grey and blue eyes jumped from one face to the next. Todoroki was studying them, slowly lowering himself to sit on the corner of Sero’s bed. “Tell me, /Denki/,”

the name rolled off of his tongue like honey and Kaminari’s cheeks pinked noticeably. “Did I ever say we were exclusive?”

Todoroki turned toward each of them, raising a pale brow and continuing.

“Did I ever give any of you the impression that I was only sending those things to you? Or did each of you /assume/ that I was?”

“But,” this time Kirishima was stepping forward, crossing his arms and looking down at Todoroki with an unreadable expression. “You’re always so quiet and chill, you can’t really blame us for not knowing you were—well…”

“A slut?”

Kirishima choked on the end of his sentence and Todoroki narrowed his eyes. “Sorry, is that not what it’s called?”

“More like two-faced whore.” Bakugou let off several small blasts, stepping toward Todoroki but stopping at the breathy laugh that left his lips.

“Well I prefer Shouto, but two-faced whore is fine, I guess.” He pulled his shirt over his head, leaning back on Sero’s bed and offering them a lazy smirk.

“I’m sorry. Have I been bad?”

His tone was innocent, light and laced with expression that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The Bakusquad was once again stunned to silence, taking in the now half-naked classmate lounging on the patterned comforter in front of them.

“No.” Bakugou shook his head in disbelief, red eyes narrowed. “No way you’re that fucking dumb.

You planned this shit, didn’t you Icyhot? You really wanna get wrecked so badly that you’d play all of us like goddamn puppets till we figured it out?”

Todoroki offered a noncommittal hum, shrugging and lying back completely with his eye closed and hands crossed behind his head.

“Maybe so, maybe not. Doesn’t change the outcome.”

“Uhh, you guys have kinda lost me. What outcome?” Sero was scratching his head and Kaminari nodded emphatically along with the question.

Todoroki cracked open his blue eye, trying to gage if the others understood what was about to happen, but judging from the tent in Kirishima’s pants and Mina’s wide eyes it was pretty obvious that they did.

“Well, Katsuki,” he was sitting back up, scooting to the edge of the bed and tilting his head toward Bakugou. “Care to show them?”

—END PART II—