Should My Soul To a Three Piece.
(Yes after the Halsey song)
TodoBaku
Angst w/ a happy ending
NSFW
Alcohol mentioned
College AU (kind of, you'll see)
No quirks
I make a lot of people cry ok
(Yes after the Halsey song)







Hot shot. Someone who, without a doubt, hated his daddy but loved his daddyās money. Literal definition of a fuck boy. Scopes out a pretty face at a club and takes them home. Big house, classic eastern styles. Designer suit just thrown on the floor.
No regard for proper care, or cleanliness. Rude. Pushy. The type who doesnāt bother asking for boundaries. Immediately assumes the top position. Leaveās all sorts of marks.
Bruises, blood. Fucks like his daddy is watching and he just wants to disappoint him. Brutal. Fast. Sweaty. Glistening. Heās unfathomably beautiful.
He knows it.
Knows I fucking think it.
He knows it.
Knows I fucking think it.
Knows I wouldnāt have even thought about leaving with him if he wasnāt in my league. I know Iām good looking. I know heās fucking good looking. And from the tall ass mirror on the other side of the room? I can tell that we look damn good together.
Heāll kick me out as soon as he comes. Heās the type to come and not give a fuck if the other gets his rocks off or not. He just doesnāt fucking care.
And he knows I eat that shit right up.
And he knows I eat that shit right up.
That fucking attitude and his fucking smirk. It clashes with my entire being. I want to fight him. Punch him and see what his face looks like broken and bleeding. I fucking bet heād be so damn gorgeous. He picks up speed. It was already rough but he mustāve seen my mind wander.
All attention on him. All in the moment. Heās vocal. Talking nonsense about how heās wrecking my body. No other dick will feel the same after him. Cocky bullshit thatās already fallen out of my own mouth a time or two. His games are easy to figure out because I fucking wroteā
āthe rules.
Minus the daddy issues.
I put my hands on his throat. He doesnāt seem to mind. Iām sure thereās blood splattered on my own neck from his fucking biting, so this is nothing. He grabs my dick and Iām so damn close. He can tell.
He speeds up again and moves his hand in the same rhythm. Heās close too. He sputters a bit, his hips missing a few beats. My hands go tighter around his neck and his hand goes harder.
And thatās it.
He comes, I come.
Rocks have officially gotten off.
He comes, I come.
Rocks have officially gotten off.
He falls off of me to the side, lays beside me for a moment. Iām just in the midst of catching my breath when he gets up. Heads to what I can only assume is a master bathroom, and stops in the doorway.
āYou remember the way out?ā
Fucking rude.
āTch.ā
He takes it as a yes and closes the door behind him. I get my clothes.
I leave.
Fucking rude.
āTch.ā
He takes it as a yes and closes the door behind him. I get my clothes.
I leave.



āTwo toned bitch ass mother fucker bruised my neck to shit.ā Not a single breath was taken. Iām so fucking beyond pissed. Kirishima is fucking giggling at me like I just told him the worldās funniest joke. Asshole.
āDude you look like he beat you in an alley not fucked you into oblivion."
āFuck off.ā
āFuck off.ā
It isnāt said with a whole lot of heat. Iām used to my best friends fucking ācharismaā. Weāre in my bedroom because Eiji fucking loves flopping on my damn bed and going through my shit. His room is right across the hall and yet 9 times out of 10 heās in my space. Some roommate.
āYou said he was Endeavors son right? Thatās wild dude. Did you recognize him before or after the dick onslaught?ā
I whipped around from my mirror and glared. I did not have the energy for Eijiās shit right now. Iām tired. My back hurts. My fucking ass hurts.Ā
āItās a genuine question Kats.ā He gives me that fucking little pout.
āItās a genuine question Kats.ā He gives me that fucking little pout.
Heās my best friend. We had our FWB shit in high school, and I love the guy but we would never work as an honest to God couple. Our feelings towards each other never went into that head space, and weāre both super cool with that.
But Eijirou fucking Kirishima knows Iām weak to his little fucking pout. Heās used it on me since we first met. Double asshole.
āI donāt know fuckhead, it didnāt cross my mind. I wanted to get my dick wet, not get his life story.ā
āTodoroki Shoto. Son of mega tycoon Todoroki āEndeavorā Enji. Dude lets google him, I bet we can find all kinds of shit.ā
āEiji does it even remotely look like I want to google my fling?ā I deadpanned.
āEiji does it even remotely look like I want to google my fling?ā I deadpanned.
āAw man Iām just saying.ā Another pout. Fucking rude. āListen all Iām saying is that youāre a lot less mad than you usually are after your one night stands.ā I give him another glare, and all he does is laugh. āMaybe you guys could make it like, two night stands or maybe a week.ā
I have no intentions of meeting up with a fuckboy again. I prefer to be the one doing the fucking and kicking out. I slipped up and let someone use my own tactics against me. Iām pissed off. Eiji has the absolute worst ideas, but heās got me thinking. Fucking hell.
It was a damn good orgasm. I donāt mind rough play.Ā Iād like to be the one in charge next time though.
Tie that dual toned assholeās hands behind his back and shove his face into the fucking mattress. Just the thought of tasting that fuckers tears sends a small shiver down my spine.
Eijirou doesnāt miss it.
āDude.ā
āāThe fuck do you want?ā Nice. Smooth. Defensive.Ā
āIf you liked the sex so much just go back to the club.ā
āDude.ā
āāThe fuck do you want?ā Nice. Smooth. Defensive.Ā
āIf you liked the sex so much just go back to the club.ā
āAnd what? Scope him out and just fucking āhey Shoto I really liked your dick lets do it again sometime.ā Fuck you Ei.āĀ
āNo dude, wow donāt be a dick. Trying to help ya know.āĀ
āSeems it.ā
āNo dude, wow donāt be a dick. Trying to help ya know.āĀ
āSeems it.ā
I shove my hands into my pockets and stalk out to the kitchen. Iām done dwelling on last nights bullshit. I need to do something else and probably not think at all.
But seeing as Iām the only one in this apartment with an active brain, itās hard to just ānot thinkā. So I go to the kitchen. I can cook and not think. Better than Ei anyway. Shitty hair barely knows where the pots are stored let alone how to properly cook anything.
So I cook. I waste most of the day just making random things. Ei comes and goes, he knows by now that this is my zone. Knows that my headspace needs to be empty. So he idly chats about random ass things, leaves, comes back, eats some of what I made, leaves again.
Itās about 5pm when I stop. We have a few days of meals stacked in the fridge. Ei will eat them happily, he always does.
āKats! Come watch a mooovvviiieee wiitthhhh meeeeee.ā Eijirou whines from the living room. Eh. I night as well. I yell back at him to wait while I finish the dishes. I finish cleaning. I go to the living room. I watch some shitty movie with feigned interest. It ends. I go to bed.



I have no idea where my place in this world actually is. What my role is, or what Iām supposed to do. I just know I want to be the best. Not much surprises me, and nothing gets past me. I go out, I do my thing, I work, I go to class, I study, I drink.
All around average college kid. So yeah, when the next Friday rolls around, I go out with my weird ass friend group.
Itās more like a mix of two friend groups but honestly thatās just how it is lately. I donāt mind it as long as Deku stays in his lane and Glasses doesnāt cut me off.
Itās Kaminariās turn to pick the place. So we follow him into the biggest club in the city. Which of course. A flamboyant kid always needs a big ass audience.
Eiji and I go to the bar, we get shots, we drink. I get a good fucking buzz going.Ā
āDude where did Denk go?ā
āProbably on his knees in the bathroom again.ā
āDude where did Denk go?ā
āProbably on his knees in the bathroom again.ā
āThat happened like a year ago, you really donāt have to keep bringing it up.ā He says it like heās mad about it but heās smiling and definitely too drunk to be mad.
āHeās over there.ā I point with my glass towards Kami riding up on some purple haired dude. Kid looks like heās dead but Kami doesnāt seem to mind. Eiji makes a sound in his throat and then he grabs my glass away from me and sets it on the bar.
āDude what the fuc-ā He drags me to my feet and leads me to the dance floor. Thereās too many bodies but I know that look. Ei wants to put on a show. Fuck it. Why not.
We bump, we grind, we rub up on each other. Itās sexual. I donāt give a fuck. Eiās really into it and I have just enough alcohol in me to allow a relapse. Not the first time, probably not the last either. Our bodies know how to move around each other.
Itās a familiarity I donāt mind. Nothing surprising about Ei. Nothing that catches me off guard. Our movements are practiced. So when I suddenly go still, he looks at me like Iāve got six heads.
I stop, frozen in place. My arms move from Eiās hips down to my sides, clenched in fists. I have no idea what my face is doing. Is it scowling? Grimacing? Fucking blushing? I donāt know.
I canāt feel it. I canāt even ask Eiji. Iām just stuck in the middle of the dance floor, eyes locked with ones that are two different colors, on the opposite side of the club.
Son of a bitch.Ā
What the fuck is this?
Why am I just standing here?
What the fuck is this?
Why am I just standing here?
I watch as Todoroki gestures his head towards the front of the club. To leave. I donāt do repeats. I have never done a fucking repeat. You fuck once and leave, makes life so much easier.
Get my dick wet when itās needed and then go back to living this whatever of a life I have. So, when my legs just start fucking walking after the two toned bastard, I feel blindsided.
Eiji is confused and calls my name. Iām just as fucking lost so I just wave my hand back at him and keep going.
I catch the back of Todorokiās suit leaving the club, and I follow it. I hate myself right now. I donāt know why Iām following but, God dammit, I know that I just want to. The want is just filling me up and I hope that bastard just tips me over and spills it all.
When Iām outside of the club, the cold night air sobers me up a bit. Not enough to go back to Eiji, but enough to realize what Iām actually doing. Itās fine. Itās Future Katsukiās problem.
I turn to the left and see red and white hair go down the alley leading to the parking lot. I follow suit. The second I turned into the darkness a hand grabs the back of my hair and shoves me into the brick wall.
I instantly go on the offensive and turn like Iām going to punch the hell out of this fucker. But then Todorokiās knee is between my legs and his mouth is assaulting mine. Fuck. Shit. Ok. Fine.
I chase the kiss and bit the fuckers lip, hard. Shoto backs away slightly and I hear a growl in his throat. I fucking hate how much that single sound turns me on.
Fuck off.
Fuck you.
Please for the love of God, fuck me.
Fuck you.
Please for the love of God, fuck me.
Shoto dives back in, he licks into my mouth and I fucking let him lead. He has total control and I canāt even bring myself to be mad about it. I can taste blood. Itās the sweetest fucking alcohol. I mustāve really gotten his lip.
Good. Bastard. Todoroki shoves his hands under my shirt, theyāre a weird ass mixture of hot and cold. Itās sexy in the strangest of ways.
āItās been a little while, baby.ā Smooth. Like fucking silk. Like nothing is affecting him at all.Ā
I clenched my jaw. I absolutely do not trust my own goddamn mouth right now. He notices, removes one of his hands and grabs my chin.
I clenched my jaw. I absolutely do not trust my own goddamn mouth right now. He notices, removes one of his hands and grabs my chin.
āHmm? You were so vocal last time.āĀ
āFuck you.ā
He just fucking laughs. Itās expected but it still pisses me off. But then heās kissing me again and I can feel the moan being dragged up my throat. When it comes out, Shoto drinks it up.
āFuck you.ā
He just fucking laughs. Itās expected but it still pisses me off. But then heās kissing me again and I can feel the moan being dragged up my throat. When it comes out, Shoto drinks it up.
He moves his mouth to my neck and both of his hands are back in my shirt. I grab his waist as he grabs my pecs. He thumbs at my nipples while I grind down on his leg like some bitch in heat. I hate it. I hate how Iām reacting to him. I hate him. I hate myself.
āLets go.ā Shoto says it into my neck and I donāt even question him. I can see heās hard and I know damn well he can feel my own dick on his leg. Leaking like some kind of fucking fountain.
Bullshit. Stupid fucking bullshit. I want so much more. I want everything this asshole is capable of giving me.
He drives.
We get to his place.
My clothes barely make it to his bedroom.Ā
Half of his stay on.
We get to his place.
My clothes barely make it to his bedroom.Ā
Half of his stay on.
He fucks me from behind. I come once. He fucking flips me over and keeps going. I come again.
Iām pissed. Iām seething mad. I grab his shoulders and roll us over. I ride him into the fucking bed with a shit-eating grin on my face. He grips my hips, hard, and drags me down harder. He sits up enough to bite a nipple.
The fucking whine that escapes from my own lips makes him smirk into me. I hate it. I hate that Iām letting him do it. He bites again and this time blood escapes.
Heās throwing me right into the deep end and watching me drown. Iām not even trying to swim anymore. He grabs my dick and I know Iām going to come a third time before heās come once. Every part of my body feels overstimulated and it feels so bad and so good.
Itās the worst and I hate it but I would fight a fucking dragon to be able to feel like this more often than not.
Shoto flips us back around and I arch into him. He bites into my neck and I claw into his back. I come again and then heās coming into me. We breathe hard, trying to come down from this fucked up high. He pulled away from me, his face has a weird look but he doesnāt say anything.
Shoto gets up and just walks into that fucking bathroom.
A growl rips out of my chest. Fuck this fucking punk. Fuck him.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.Ā
Fuck him.
Iām done here. I grab my clothes.Ā
I leave again.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.Ā
Fuck him.
Iām done here. I grab my clothes.Ā
I leave again.



When I get back to the apartment I slam the fucking door behind me. Eiji shoots up from the couch and Mina shoots up for the floor. Sero yelps from his position by the wall.
āJesus fuck dude! What the hell-ā Eiji takes one look at me and frowns. āDude what the hell happened to you?ā
Iām mad. Iām angry. I feel fucking used but I donāt say shit. I throw my keys on the counter and stomp to my bedroom. I can hear Mina whisper to Eiji and it pisses me off more. Fucking gossips.
I know theyāre worried but at this point I donāt give two flying fucks. I slam my bedroom door, I go to lock it when I catch a look at my reflection. I look like hell. My neck is caked with bruises and bite marks.
Thereās dried blood going down the collar of my shirt. I take it off and thereās a fuck ton more marks and dried blood down my torso.
Fuck. This.
I go straight into the bathroom and crank the hot water. I scrub every fucking inch of my body. I donāt even know why Iām so angry. I should not be surprised in the slightest. He knows my name but he never says it.
He knows all of my sweet spots and heās only touched me twice. We donāt talk. We donāt banter. We just fuck. Itās what Iām used to doing, so why the fuck does it /feel/ like this now that the positions have been switched?
It shouldnāt feel like anything. I shouldnāt be mad at all. I should just be going on about my business like normal. Go out, have sex, go back to regular life. And here I am, in my goddamn shower, being pissed the fuck off that a man Iāve fucked twice wont say my fucking name?!
Bullshit.
āBullshit!ā I punch the tile. It hurts. My knuckles bleed. It feels a bit better. I turn the water off and go back to my room.Ā
I fall into my bed.
I dream.
I fall into my bed.
I dream.



The next morning I wake up to Mina flopping her ass onto my bed. All she gets out of me is a pissy groan.
āOur resident playboy has fallen in love with the king of playboys? How tragic.ā
I growl and throw my pillow at her. She catches it and straight up laughs at me.
I growl and throw my pillow at her. She catches it and straight up laughs at me.
āWe fuck. Thatās it. Get the hell out of my room, Mina.ā
āOh shit youāre actually hurt.ā She looks shocked. I donāt care. I cover my head with my blankets like Iām a fucking baby. Iām more mad at myself right now than at her or at Todoroki.
Weāve fucked all of two times. Weāve barely had any conversations. Yet, thereās a lump sitting in the back of my throat that absolutely does not belong there and I donāt know how to get rid of it.
āHey, Katsuki? You know youāre allowed to talk to us, right? We make fun of each other but every last one of us loves you.ā She lowered her voice and has gone all āmomā on me. As much as I say I hate these freaks, they are my entire support system. Itās disgusting.
It makes me feel weak.
āWe fucked. Thatās it.ā My voice is muffled by the blanket, but I think she understood the words behind my voice.
āYou can catch a feeling or two just from some good dick Bakubro, youāre human.ā Sero is standing in my doorway now and somewhere along the line Eiji moved to sit on my floor.
Apparently Kami was somewhere in the house, because heās sitting next to Mina now.Ā
āI donāt need a fucking intervention. Let me sulk for awhile, assholes.ā
āI donāt need a fucking intervention. Let me sulk for awhile, assholes.ā
Eijirou chuckles. āKats, weāre just a little worried, itās not like you to catch feelings. Just know weāre here for you ok? Jirou would be too if she had gone out with us. And honestly? You even have Midoriya and his group too if you really feel like venting.ā
Different viewpoints or some shit like that.ā
āDisgusting.ā I groan, but I let a small smile through. āGet the fuck out of my room so I can put some clothes on.ā
āDude weāve all seen your dick.ā
I flip Kami off as he trails behind a laughing Sero. Mina and Eiji stand next to each other like doting parents.
I flip Kami off as he trails behind a laughing Sero. Mina and Eiji stand next to each other like doting parents.
āJust donāt sulk too long.ā Mina sings as she turns out of my room. Eijirou stays.
āKatsuki? Please talk to me before you do something explosive, ok?ā Heās concerned, but he knows me too damn well.
āKatsuki? Please talk to me before you do something explosive, ok?ā Heās concerned, but he knows me too damn well.
āYeah, yeah. I got it, shittyhair.ā
He leaves. I get dressed.Ā
I go about my normal, regular life.
He leaves. I get dressed.Ā
I go about my normal, regular life.



Four days later my phone buzzes in the middle of class. I ignore it. Iām dedicated to my classes. But then it goes off again. Odd. Eiji knows my schedule and so do the others, unless it was something serious they wouldnt be texting me at all. So I check my phone. A random number.
11:15 am - How are the bruises?
11:16 am - Show me.
11:16 am - Show me.
No. Nonononono. How did this fucker get my fucking number. I ignore the texts and throw my phone into my backpack. I focus on class. Or at least I try to. The bruises have only faded a small amount.
The centers are still an ugly shade of purple, the edges a weird greenish color as it heals. Nobody in any of my classes has said a word about it. Iād kill them if they did.
The bite marks will hopefully not scar. Thatās probably what that bastard is hoping for. A brand. The thought makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and not in a bad way.
I donāt want to be owned by him in any capacity, but I would not say no if he asked me to stick around a little bit longer.
That thought pisses me off. Itās 100% true and I hate it. Iām not dependant and I am not fucking weak. Iām my own fucking person and Todoroki Shoto does not turn me into some little bitch.
I yell at myself internally and shove all of my focus onto the professor. I can feel my phone vibrating, and I leave it be.
When the professor lets us go, I headed back to the apartment. I have two classes in the mornings on Wednesdays, so the rest of the day is mine to spend alone in the apartment.
Itās one of the few times I can just be here without Eiji or anyone else. So I plop myself at the TV and put it on some random ass show. Itās background noise, and I donāt care for it.
I take my phone out of my bag. I have three new messages. Iām almost afraid to look at them. Which pisses me off more because heās just some asshole that I only fucked twice jesus fucking christ. So I opened them.
11:28 am - Donāt ignore me, baby.
11:28 am - Show me.
11:28 am - Show me.
The first two were sent together, but the third was sent a little bit after. Itās that message that makes me drop my phone.
11:51 am - Katsuki.



It takes me until Eijirou gets home at seven to show him the messages and decide on whether or not to reply.
āJesus dude, really?ā Iām so tripped up. Heās confused, hell Iām confused. Neither of us has ever seen me like this. āDo you want to answer him?ā
āJesus dude, really?ā Iām so tripped up. Heās confused, hell Iām confused. Neither of us has ever seen me like this. āDo you want to answer him?ā
I nod.
āSo then answer himā¦?ā
āSo then answer himā¦?ā
āAre you fucking stupid?! I canāt just fucking answer him!ā I yell from my position on the couch. Eiji is just standing in front of me holding my phone.His shoes are still on and he hasnāt even put down his backpack yet.
I just shoved my phone into his face as soon as he was close enough.
āWhy not?ā
āBecause Iām not that fucking weak.ā
āKatsukiā¦ Dude, it doesnāt make you weak at all. You have feelings, and a heart. Embracing them is manly as hell.ā
āBecause Iām not that fucking weak.ā
āKatsukiā¦ Dude, it doesnāt make you weak at all. You have feelings, and a heart. Embracing them is manly as hell.ā
I groaned. Thatās such an Eijirou thing to say. Logically, I know heās right. Doesnāt change my mindset at the moment, but I get it.
āOk so if I were to text him back, what should I say?ā
āOk so if I were to text him back, what should I say?ā
āDude I have no idea, youāve been pretty hush about this entire situation so I really donāt have much of an input on that side of things.ā Heās not wrong. Itās a stupid fucking answer but I canāt really say anything otherwise.
I hold my hand out for my phone. Eiji gives it back and I type.
7:18 pm - Shoto.
7:18 pm - Shoto.



/Heās got me down on both knees, but itās the devil thatās trying to hold me down./
Itās the first time Iāve sucked his dick, but it tastes like everything I hoped it would. Some see the act as degrading, but itās definitely one of my favorite things to do. Thereās a level of control here thatās intoxicating.
None of us have had any alcohol.
None of us have had any alcohol.
He told me to come over.
I did.
I did.
I swirl my tongue around the head and Shoto lets out a beautiful groan. There it is. The fuel to my fucking fire. I hollow out my cheeks and go to fucking town. My tongue slides up the vein on the underside, I pop off and smirk up at Shoto.
The sound of the growl in his chest is just as good as the moan was. I take his dick into my mouth all at once, and he bucks his hips. I grab at his hips and hold him still. My nose is in multicolored pubes, my eyes are staring straight into his.
I catch him swallow once. Iām sure he can feel the smugness rolling off of me, but I take my hands off of his hips and drop them down by my side.
Shoto takes the hint. He grabs the sides of my face lightly, sweetly, but only for a moment of eye contact and then his hands grip hard. I moan into the first thrust. Itās brutal, itās fast, he has given me no chance to adjust. Iād be mad if this wasnāt exactly what I wanted.
Weāve been texting. Itās not my favorite form of communication, but itās better than nothing. Normal conversations, sexy conversations, pictures. Sexy pictures and otherwise. Apparently Shoto has a cat. She just likes to hide.
Iāve sent him pictures of the things I cook. He wants me to cook for him. I want to cook for him.
I want him to fuck into my face harder.
I grab onto his hips again and use them to pull him in harder. Shoto moans into it, heās close. He doesnāt warn me when he comes, I donāt care. I want to take all of him, to taste every fucking inch of him.
He waits as I swallow every fucking drop. When I remove my mouth, he pulls me up, hands still on my face, and fucking kisses me.Ā
Shoto throws me onto the bed, I let him.
Shoto throws me onto the bed, I let him.
āYouāre so much of a narcissist that youāre that turned on from tasting yourself?ā
Iām cocky. What else is new. Shoto crawls over me and shoves his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. My small moment of control is long gone, this is Shotoās show.
Iām cocky. What else is new. Shoto crawls over me and shoves his fingers into my mouth. Fuck. My small moment of control is long gone, this is Shotoās show.
It was the first two times, and it is this time. When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, I notice the lube in his other hand. Thank God.
The rest is hardly different from usual. Hard, fast, rough. Intoxicating. I hate how it makes me feel and love it all at once. I feel weak and used, but if this is what weak and used feels like, then maybe itās not so bad.
I come twice before he comes again.
The second itās over the dread creeps in. Itās the worst part. I donāt fucking want it. I donāt let him get up first this time. I stand, Shoto does too. He heads to the bathroom and stops in the doorway.
I wait for him to say something fucking awful, or to just close the damn door, but he turns. He looks at me. And clearly Iām surprised because this fucker smirks at me, says nothing, and holds out his hand.
What.
This wasnāt in the script.Ā
What do Iā¦ What the fuck do I do?
This wasnāt in the script.Ā
What do Iā¦ What the fuck do I do?
I guess my legs move faster than my brain because at some point I grabbed his hand. Shoto drags me to a large glass walled shower. He turns it on. He pulls me in. Itās hot.
We fuck again.
Itās slower.Ā
I didnāt stay, but he walked me to the door.Ā
He kissed me.
I left again, but with a small smile.
Itās slower.Ā
I didnāt stay, but he walked me to the door.Ā
He kissed me.
I left again, but with a small smile.



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