Fucking Perfect Pair

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto 

Rating: 18+

Tags: Hate sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Anal Sex 

Summary: They might hate each but they still fuckin'.

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The bastard’s cold hand whacked hard against the back of his head. Snorting derisively, Bakugo didn’t relent, digging his teeth deeper into the stretch of skin that connected his neck and shoulder. Calloused, cold fingers grabbed a handful of his hair, wrenching back roughly. Only thing that accomplished was Bakugo tightening his hold on the bastard’s shoulder – like a dog clamping down even more on a toy that someone was trying to take away. Did it hurt? He couldn’t imagine it didn’t, though this fuck had a ridiculously high pain tolerance. Guess it had to do with his shitty childhood, not that it was any of Bakugo’s business. Despite the fucker’s non-verbal protests (he’d never outright tell Bakugo to stop), he was as tighter than ever. Pounding into his wet, hot hole, loving the way the spasming muscles squeezed him as he slid in and out, Bakugo chomped down hard one more time, earning himself a pained grunt, then pulled back to admire his handiwork. Fucker was going to have one hell of a bruise there later on. 

“Are you trying to rip my trachea out?” The two toned bastard snarled, sounding like he was doing his best to sound furious but the heat and lust laced through his voice was ruining that affect. 

Bakugo laughed harshly, slamming forward hard, the head of his cock banging against the walls of the bastard’s ass. A hard shudder wracked his muscular body. Straightening up, bracing one hand beside his stupid head of hair, Bakugo grabbed his jaw in a tight, bruising hold. Cold, hard eyes glared up at him. There were two bright spots of red in his pale cheeks. It sounded like he was trying to regulate the pace of his breath but was failing, badly. His muscular chest heaved with every breath. Even if the piece of shit was better at controlling that sort of thing, his cock was more than a giveaway. Straightening up, keeping the pace of his hips just as brutal and hard, enjoying the way his body bounced on top of the mattress, Bakugo reached down to curl his fingers tightly around the bastard’s length. His muscular thighs trembled – he could visibly see the muscles twitching. Roughly pumping his length, a little annoyed at how all the precum was making it easier to move, Bakugo kept his hand clamped on the shit’s jaw so he was forced to look up into his face as he fucked him. The way he glared at him, that dark fury…it always made him burn even hotter. 

“Saying that,” Bakugo sneered, “while you’re practically crushing my dick doesn’t make you very believable, slut. You tightened up so much when I was gnawing on you, it seemed like you actually like it.”

The two toned bastard gave him an unimpressed look, “Being tight down there is generally what happens when the shithead fucking you doesn’t take the time to properly lube and prep.”

He just laughed again, sharply shoving in and rotating his hips to grind his length against the bastard’s twitching insides. Throwing his head back, the chords in his neck prominently standing out, the shitface looked like he was going to cum for a second there but managed to hold on. Grinning even wider, hating this fucking bastard with everything he had, wanting nothing more than to make him break and submit, Bakugo changed the angles of his thrusts, slamming the head of his cock right against one of the many sweet spots inside him. He knew where the fucker’s prostate was and was more than happy to exploit that sensitive bundle of nerves. Grinding his teeth together, the color in his cheeks darkening even further, shitface weakly grabbed hold of his wrist. Blunt nails dug into his skin. Those dark, hateful eyes glared up at him. That glare screamed ‘I’m not gonna submit to you. You’re gonna have to do worse than that!’. It was a challenge if he ever saw one, meaning that he had to ramp this up even further. The bastard wanted to play that game? Then he’d make him cum so hard, he’d see Buddha. 

“You sure talk a lot of shit,” He panted, a smirk spread across his face, “for someone who can’t enjoy getting fucked unless it burns. I could spend hours prepping you but you wouldn’t cum anywhere near as hard than when I stick it in dry.”

Shithead barked out a sharp, mean laugh, “You think this feels good? It’s disgusting – feeling your dick rubbing around inside me. I’d feel better taking a shit.”

“Oh?” Bakugo stopped mid-thrust, his grin becoming devilish, “Then should I fuck you hard enough that you shit yourself?”

“It’s kind of pathetic how big you’re talking.” The bastard snapped coldly, “We’ve been at this for twenty minutes now and you haven’t made me cum once.”

“You want me to make you cum?” Bakugo asked calmly, immense waves of scalding heat rolling through him. Sweat rolled into this eyes. He hated him, he hated him so much…he wanted to make him cry, to beg, to piss all over himself and whimper like the pathetic piece of shit he was. This bastard thought he was so much better than him – arrogant fucker! Even when he was trembling like a whore underneath him, he was still playing this big game. It was about time someone knocked him off his high horse and made him realize that he was nothing more than a weak, perverted slut. 

“It’d be nice to get some kind of payment to put up with your bullshit but I don’t think you’ve got it in you to make me cum.” 

Well, if the bastard thought that, it meant it was time to bring out the big guns. Grinning so widely, it felt like his face might crack, Bakugo lunged forward, wrapping his hands snugly around the shitface’s throat. Eyes widening, a gurgling breath rasping out from between his saliva drenched lips, he reached up to catch hold of Bakugo’s hands but his grip was weak. Pressing down hard on the sides of the bitch’s throat, Bakugo began moving again, repeatedly pounding into that stupidly tight hole. Seemed like he had discovered another kink this lewd slut had. Mouth hanging open, gasping rasps pouring out from between his trembling lips, drool pouring down his chin, the bastard clung to his wrists as he continued to stir him up inside. The spasming walls clamped down almost painfully hard on him. It was making it hard to move but he bulldozed through the hot, tense muscles, forcing his cock in deep. Fuck, he was so goddamn tight! Even tighter than he’d been when he was gnawing on him! 

Laughing huskily, Bakugo bent down, bringing their faces close together, “All bark and no bite! I talk big? Nah, there’s no bigger talker than you. All this pompous bullshit but your ass is greedily swallowing up my dick while you’re getting choked out. You’re gonna cum too, aren’t you, slut?”

“Not-!” The shithead gasped, his voice ragged and barely audible. 

Bakugo applied a little more pressure, making sure that all of it was one the sides. Last thing he wanted was a busted trachea. The bastard’s cock twitched violently against his stomach. There was a different quality to the trembles shaking his sweat soaked body. Bakugo ramped up the pace even further, slamming hard enough into the piece of shit to send him jolting up on the mattress. Their bodies banged together, creating loud, lewd slapping noises that filled the otherwise silent dorm room. Copious amounts of precum flooding into the space between them created an uncomfortable, slippery mess. 

Leaning down further to drag his tongue over the bastard’s burning hot cheek, Bakugo murmured, “You ready to see how much of a fucking liar you are?”

The bastard gurgled out something that sound vaguely like a no. Bakugo did have to give him one thing: he held on for a lot longer than he thought he would…the piece of shit but now, it was time for him to submit like a good dog. Clamping down even tighter, grinning manically when the bastard’s eyes rolled back in his head, tongue hanging out of his mouth, Bakugo precisely slammed the head of his cock against his prostate. If there had been any air left in the shithead’s lungs, he would’ve been screaming right then. Hips arching off the bed, back bowing, their chests rubbing together, the bastard sprayed thick, sticky cum all over the both of them. His muscular body violently shook. His hole clamped down even harder, squeezing Bakugo with enough strength to make him flinch. He kept pumping his hips, fucking him as he came. It was only when the fucker went completely still did he relent, releasing his throat and pausing to let him get his breath back. There was a bright ring of red around the bastard’s neck. He could see the outline of his hands in some areas. Another bruise – one he was going to have a hell of a time hiding. The thought made him grin. 

“You wanna know what they call people who cum while getting choked out?” He asked casually, watching as the fucker came back to himself. 

“F…fuck…you-!” Shitface gasped raggedly, weakly rubbing his throat. 

Bending down to bring his lips close to the fucker’s ear, Bakugo said softly, “Lewd. That’s what they’d call someone like you. Choked, getting fucked by someone you hate and still cumming that hard. Yeah, there’s no other word for you. You’re a lewd slut who can’t get off unless someone stronger than you is making you their bitch.”

“C…could you stop talking?” The bastard panted, glaring weakly up at him, “Y-You’re really annoying me.”

Snorting, both enraged and delighted that this piece of shit was still going strong, Bakugo grabbed a handful of his hair. Forcefully throwing him over onto his stomach, he wrenched his head back with one hand and gave his plump asscheek a hard smack with the other, earning himself a startled yelp. Spreading his knees further apart to give him better leverage, Bakugo slammed down hard into him, adding a little rotation to his hips to drag the veins of his cock along the hot, tight interior of the fuckface’s ass. Despite still acting like a piece of shit, some of the fucker’s cold exterior had chipped away, leaving him moaning and pushing back against Bakugo, driving his cock in even deeper. 

Leaning in closer, his mouth hovering near the shitface’s ear, Bakugo murmured, “What I said before…that wasn’t exactly right. You aren’t just a lewd slut who can’t get off unless someone stronger than you is making you their bitch…you’re a lewd slut who can’t get off unless you’re being dominated by someone you hate. You wouldn’t even be able to get hard if you had the cock of someone you loved, someone you respected inside you. No, it’s gotta be someone you despise.”

Bakugo laughed softly, dragging his tongue over the shell of his ear, “You’re a perverted freak, you know that, right?”

The fucker shuddered underneath him. His face was a gorgeous shade of red. Was he still reeling from the dizziness of being suffocated? Next time, he would have to tie a belt or something around his neck – see how many times he could get him to cum by yanking on it while he fucked him. 

“A-And what…does that make…you?” The bastard gasped out, turning his head slightly to glare heatedly up at Bakugo. 

Snorting, a rush of heat rushing up his spine, Bakugo said, “A freak who gets off on forcing someone he hates to submit.”

“I’m not-! Submitting…to you-!”

“I know,” Bakugo straightened up, giving the piece of shit’s ass another viciously sharp smack, “and that’s the only reason I’m fucking you. So keep hating me – it makes it so much more fun when I can force you to cum.”

“You’re disgusting.” The bastard sneered, even as his hole sucked him in even deeper. 

“And you’re a lewd freak.” Bakugo offered a snarling smile, “Looks like we’re the fucking perfect pair.”