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todoroki shouto/midoriya izuku // ~2.5k
> written for Icebreaker: A TodoDeku Pro Hero Zine; NSFW piece.
They’ve discussed theories as to whether Izuku’s apparently short refractory period was a result of his Quirk or not. It was borderline superhuman. Iida once made an observation that it could’ve been his Quirk all along, and he just never knew it until he actually had the chance to let it manifest, but it was Uraraka who turned it into a joke that embarrassed Izuku to no end. In the end, the possibilities didn’t matter, and Izuku did believe it came from All Might’s Quirk.
That being said, out of all the things that Izuku can thank his Quirk for, increased stamina in these types of activity hasn’t exactly been it, but it’s not unwelcome. As fantastic as it sounds to be able to have sex with Shouto more than once a night though, it comes with its own drawbacks.
“Shouto,” Izuku whispers. There’s no response. “Shouto.”
Shouto’s never been that deep of a sleeper, but work has increased lately and their leisure time has grown scarce. The few times their schedules line up, they either eat together or have sex. This had actually been neither of those times, but they’d crawled to bed together like they always did (at different hours) to sleep, Izuku had woken up in the middle of the night because he was hard (this happened at least once a month, like he was still going through puberty), and Shouto had followed half a minute after, groggily opening his eyes to see Izuku working at his cock (as Izuku had grown out of his feeling shame phase around Shouto after turning twenty via osmosis).
“C’mere,” Shouto told him, barely awake, and pulled his boyfriend on top of him. Halfway through opening him up with his fingers, Shouto murmured, “This might be the last one we’ll have in a while.”
“This is the last one we’ve had in a while,” is all Izuku said, spreading Shouto’s legs so he could put it in.
“You’re always so pent up,” Shouto continued, letting Izuku manhandle him without moving a muscle.
“Adrenaline,” Izuku replied distractedly. “And we haven’t done it in a while. No time, and you’re too tired.”
“Mm.” Shouto was always a bit lazy during sex, and the fact that he was yawning meant that sleep still trickled the edges of his vision. Izuku paused, the tip of his cock already inside, which Shouto noticed. “You know, that doesn’t have to stop you.”
Izuku blinked at him. “Is this your version of dirty talk so I’ll put it in already?”
“More like permission,” Shouto hummed. “But that doesn’t sound so bad either.”
Shouto was tired, but he was conscious enough to enjoy the way Izuku had hiked his legs over his shoulder to fuck him into the mattress, surprisingly gentle despite the position. Five minutes after the both of them had come, Izuku had grown hard again. He was still inside Shouto, and though Shouto had drifted off, Izuku knew him well enough that he never said things he didn’t mean, no matter what the scenario was.
“Shouto,” Izuku says once more, for good measure. Shouto doesn’t respond, but he does let out a quiet sound, the one he always does whenever he’s having a dream. He’s always looked softest when resting; awake, his posture is typically stiff, mind constantly aware of his surroundings, always bracing for a fight because that’s what Enji had taught him. Izuku is reminded that it’s a shame Shouto doesn’t do it more—can’t do it more, when being a hero is a full-time job and stopping crime is a nearly 24/7 task.
Izuku sighs. He doesn’t see his erection going down anytime soon, but as much as there’s an appeal to going another round and observing the way Shouto’s body would react even when unconscious, he pulls out. Better to be safe than sorry. Bakugou’s always telling him to be able to distinguish the time between acting first, thinking later, and thinking first, acting later, which is rich, coming from him, but Izuku takes the advice to heart regardless. Shouto’s so knocked out that he doesn’t even stir to the obnoxiously loud sounds Izuku accidentally makes when he stumbles to the bathroom and trips halfway there on a random stack of books. It reminds Izuku that they need to find time to clean their apartment too.
It occurs to Izuku that he mulls over their conversation that night more than he should.
Shouto turned out to be right—that had ended up being the last time they were able to fuck. It’s been three months since then, and it’s also what most of Izuku’s spank bank material is composed of. It doesn’t help that the absence is a result of more than just not having sex, but not seeing Shouto in-person too. Work had taken him out of the country, and though the distance is far from the first and too miniscule to really have an impact on their relationship as a whole, Izuku feels off-kilter without him. They don’t even have time to share calls, so texts are the most they can do, and even those are asynchronously done, replies coming at least half an hour later if not more.
“The fuck is up with you, Deku,” Bakugou says after they spend two hours searching and apprenhending a villain. It results in a fight, like it always does, and Izuku idly watches the guy get hauled in the van by authorities, still feeling jittery even though the rush he gets from using his Quirk in a battle doesn’t typically leave him wanting for more. Violence isn’t really his thing, despite the intensity of his abilities. “You were fucking overkill out there!”
He’s referring to the demolished building. It was already scheduled to be torn down, so it’s not really a loss, but Izuku gets where Bakugou is going with this—being careless with collateral damage is Bakuou’s job, and sometimes Shouto’s. The moment he officially became a hero, Izuku has been making a conscious effort to be cautious with what exactly he’s hitting and what it hits in the process. All the injuries he sustained as a result of One For All back in his time in U.A. has taught him to be sensitive to what it means to cause damage.
“Sorry,” Izuku apologizes, but his tone comes out less sincerely than he intends to. It takes him a moment to realize he’s vibrating a bit. Bakugou narrows his eyes.
“I know Half ‘n Half ain’t here, but that doesn’t mean you need to go goddamn celibate,” Bakugou tells him, wrinkling his nose. “I can tell you’re pent up! You’re already making craters on the road! Just go jack off, for fucks sake.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku hissed, because Bakugou might as well have gotten a speakerphone to broadcast everything, with how loud he’s been speaking. But later, he also offered to help him let out some steam out by sparring because he’s still under the assumption that Izuku’s like this because he’s a weeny who refuses to touch himself without his long-term boyfriend, and Izuku remembers that this is why they’re still friends in spite of their history.
The thing is, it’s not like Izuku necessarily holds himself back. In the same way Shouto doesn’t mind that it takes two to three rounds of sex for Izuku to really calm down—even at the cost of being overstimulated and nearly passing out—he also doesn’t mind that sometimes Izuku needs to masturbate to resolve the problem because even Shouto has his limits. Though apparently, Izuku fucking Shouto while he’s asleep isn’t one of them.
The revelation doesn’t exactly help his problem. He’s jerking off twice as much as he normally does, and it has nothing to do with his short refractory period. Shouto letting him fuck him while asleep is just… hot. Izuku’s sex life with Shouto is pretty amazing, but also pretty boring according to their friends, so he supposes it makes sense that this just gets him going. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a sexual fantasy that was… unique, for lack of a better word.
It’s not even like the idea turns him on because there’s a particular sexy appeal to it—nothing to do with submission or control. He just likes that it’s a nice example of their relationship, that Shouto, who doesn’t exactly trust easily, trusts him with something as intimate as this. And Izuku has always been a sucker for moments when Shouto lets his guard down and looks downright soft, at peace, like the world isn’t as tiresome or as cruel as they know it to be on a firsthand basis.
The amount of sappiness behind his reasoning is embarrassing, though more or less apt to how he always is around Shouto. Izuku is glad that even his closest friendships—with Bakugou, with Uraraka—doesn’t extend to them talking about these kinds of things. He’d never hear the end of it.
The rest of the day is spent filing paperwork. He’s normally more studious, but today just isn’t his day. He’s vibrating in his seat, but at least he has his own room and he isn’t causing damage to the floors.
Izuku makes productive progress for about two hours, but then the sight of the sun setting from his office window and a knock on his door from his intern puts a hold onto all that. “What is it?”
“Bakugou told me to let you know that Todoroki is already on his way back to the city. He was trying to reach you before he boarded the plane, but you weren’t picking up.”
When Izuku checks, he realizes it’s because his phone’s dead. “Thank you,” he tells her.
The intern nods curtly. Before she leaves though, she adds, “Todoroki apparently also said that you both have a lot of ‘catching up’ to do. Bakugou looked irritated when he heard that, but he told me to forward the message to you regardless.”
“Catching up?” Izuku echoes.
“Something to do with rest,” she explains. “It was vague on purpose. I think it’s a reference only you’re meant to understand.”
It’s a good thing she leaves immediately after, because she misses the way Izuku’s cheeks darken. He knows what that means.
It’s not that late when he gets home, but the lights are already dimmed when he steps in their shared apartment. Izuku spots the dishes by the drying rack, a jacket haphazardly draped on the chair. He makes sure his steps are careful, and uses his Quirk’s speed factor to change out of his clothes as he makes his way towards the bedroom. Shouto is there on the bed, fast asleep; head buried in the pillows, blanket clumsily strewn over his back and letting his feet stick out. He’d been too tired to get to bed properly. Izuku feels his chest swell with fondness, but the tension in his body hasn’t subsided in the slightest.
He recalls the message Shouto had left for him earlier. He dips into the bed and hovers over Shouto, gently tugging the blanket aside, and finding fascination in the fact that Shouto doesn’t stir at the movement even as he reacts to the way Izuku runs a hand over his back, trailing down to his backside, neither pulling away nor pushing closer. Shouto doesn’t even twitch when Izuku slips in between his cheeks and thumbs at his hole.
Izuku reaches for the lube by the nightstand and spreads the liquid over his cock. With ease, he nudges Shouto to lay on his side, and despite the fact that he’s still completely out of it, his body complies, turning. Izuku settles beside him, slides in between Shouto’s asscheeks, and sighs at the warmth that engulfs him.
“Welcome home,” Izuku murmurs, lips against Shouto’s shoulder.
His thrusts are shallow, torn between not wanting to wake Shouto up and only focusing on chasing his own pleasure. When Izuku curls his hand around Shouto’s waist to bring him closer, his fingers brush against Shouto’s cock, growing hard the more Izuku moves. Shouto is shuffling a bit, not yet fully conscious but body registering that there are movements he needs to respond to. Izuku groans into the small of Shouto’s back, feeling pressure build up within him, and Shouto’s response gives him the strength to pull away just to change their position. When he sits on his knees and rests Shouto on his back, his eyes are drawn back to Shouto’s cock.
Izuku grabs onto Shouto’s thighs and slides back in. It only takes three more half-thrusts before he’s spilling onto the sheets and all over Shouto, but when he reaches for Shouto’s cock, intent on letting him get something out of this too, bright eyes blink at him, and Izuku meets Shouto’s gaze.
“Izuku,” Shouto murmurs, finally awake, voice still laden with sleep.
“Hey there,” Izuku says quietly. He smiles. “Missed you.”
Shouto blinks, their current position finally dawning on him. “You’re not the only one who missed me, clearly,” he comments. Izuku wrinkles his nose, but Shouto has a point—he’s already hard again.
“Sorry,” he says, half meaning it. “Mind if I go again? I know you’re still exhausted. I can just take over.”
“Mhm.” Shouto looks at Izuku like his sheepishness doesn’t make sense, like it should be obvious that Izuku doesn’t have to hesitate, not around him. “Let me join you in the next round.”
“I will,” Izuku promises, and he meets Shouto halfway when he lifts his head so they can share a chaste kiss. When Shouto flops back down on the mattress, he closes his eyes. Izuku doesn’t check to see if he’s fallen back asleep.
> written for Icebreaker: A TodoDeku Pro Hero Zine; NSFW piece.
They’ve discussed theories as to whether Izuku’s apparently short refractory period was a result of his Quirk or not. It was borderline superhuman. Iida once made an observation that it could’ve been his Quirk all along, and he just never knew it until he actually had the chance to let it manifest, but it was Uraraka who turned it into a joke that embarrassed Izuku to no end. In the end, the possibilities didn’t matter, and Izuku did believe it came from All Might’s Quirk.
That being said, out of all the things that Izuku can thank his Quirk for, increased stamina in these types of activity hasn’t exactly been it, but it’s not unwelcome. As fantastic as it sounds to be able to have sex with Shouto more than once a night though, it comes with its own drawbacks.
“Shouto,” Izuku whispers. There’s no response. “Shouto.”
Shouto’s never been that deep of a sleeper, but work has increased lately and their leisure time has grown scarce. The few times their schedules line up, they either eat together or have sex. This had actually been neither of those times, but they’d crawled to bed together like they always did (at different hours) to sleep, Izuku had woken up in the middle of the night because he was hard (this happened at least once a month, like he was still going through puberty), and Shouto had followed half a minute after, groggily opening his eyes to see Izuku working at his cock (as Izuku had grown out of his feeling shame phase around Shouto after turning twenty via osmosis).
“C’mere,” Shouto told him, barely awake, and pulled his boyfriend on top of him. Halfway through opening him up with his fingers, Shouto murmured, “This might be the last one we’ll have in a while.”
“This is the last one we’ve had in a while,” is all Izuku said, spreading Shouto’s legs so he could put it in.
“You’re always so pent up,” Shouto continued, letting Izuku manhandle him without moving a muscle.
“Adrenaline,” Izuku replied distractedly. “And we haven’t done it in a while. No time, and you’re too tired.”
“Mm.” Shouto was always a bit lazy during sex, and the fact that he was yawning meant that sleep still trickled the edges of his vision. Izuku paused, the tip of his cock already inside, which Shouto noticed. “You know, that doesn’t have to stop you.”
Izuku blinked at him. “Is this your version of dirty talk so I’ll put it in already?”
“More like permission,” Shouto hummed. “But that doesn’t sound so bad either.”
Shouto was tired, but he was conscious enough to enjoy the way Izuku had hiked his legs over his shoulder to fuck him into the mattress, surprisingly gentle despite the position. Five minutes after the both of them had come, Izuku had grown hard again. He was still inside Shouto, and though Shouto had drifted off, Izuku knew him well enough that he never said things he didn’t mean, no matter what the scenario was.
“Shouto,” Izuku says once more, for good measure. Shouto doesn’t respond, but he does let out a quiet sound, the one he always does whenever he’s having a dream. He’s always looked softest when resting; awake, his posture is typically stiff, mind constantly aware of his surroundings, always bracing for a fight because that’s what Enji had taught him. Izuku is reminded that it’s a shame Shouto doesn’t do it more—can’t do it more, when being a hero is a full-time job and stopping crime is a nearly 24/7 task.
Izuku sighs. He doesn’t see his erection going down anytime soon, but as much as there’s an appeal to going another round and observing the way Shouto’s body would react even when unconscious, he pulls out. Better to be safe than sorry. Bakugou’s always telling him to be able to distinguish the time between acting first, thinking later, and thinking first, acting later, which is rich, coming from him, but Izuku takes the advice to heart regardless. Shouto’s so knocked out that he doesn’t even stir to the obnoxiously loud sounds Izuku accidentally makes when he stumbles to the bathroom and trips halfway there on a random stack of books. It reminds Izuku that they need to find time to clean their apartment too.
==
It occurs to Izuku that he mulls over their conversation that night more than he should.
Shouto turned out to be right—that had ended up being the last time they were able to fuck. It’s been three months since then, and it’s also what most of Izuku’s spank bank material is composed of. It doesn’t help that the absence is a result of more than just not having sex, but not seeing Shouto in-person too. Work had taken him out of the country, and though the distance is far from the first and too miniscule to really have an impact on their relationship as a whole, Izuku feels off-kilter without him. They don’t even have time to share calls, so texts are the most they can do, and even those are asynchronously done, replies coming at least half an hour later if not more.
“The fuck is up with you, Deku,” Bakugou says after they spend two hours searching and apprenhending a villain. It results in a fight, like it always does, and Izuku idly watches the guy get hauled in the van by authorities, still feeling jittery even though the rush he gets from using his Quirk in a battle doesn’t typically leave him wanting for more. Violence isn’t really his thing, despite the intensity of his abilities. “You were fucking overkill out there!”
He’s referring to the demolished building. It was already scheduled to be torn down, so it’s not really a loss, but Izuku gets where Bakugou is going with this—being careless with collateral damage is Bakuou’s job, and sometimes Shouto’s. The moment he officially became a hero, Izuku has been making a conscious effort to be cautious with what exactly he’s hitting and what it hits in the process. All the injuries he sustained as a result of One For All back in his time in U.A. has taught him to be sensitive to what it means to cause damage.
“Sorry,” Izuku apologizes, but his tone comes out less sincerely than he intends to. It takes him a moment to realize he’s vibrating a bit. Bakugou narrows his eyes.
“I know Half ‘n Half ain’t here, but that doesn’t mean you need to go goddamn celibate,” Bakugou tells him, wrinkling his nose. “I can tell you’re pent up! You’re already making craters on the road! Just go jack off, for fucks sake.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku hissed, because Bakugou might as well have gotten a speakerphone to broadcast everything, with how loud he’s been speaking. But later, he also offered to help him let out some steam out by sparring because he’s still under the assumption that Izuku’s like this because he’s a weeny who refuses to touch himself without his long-term boyfriend, and Izuku remembers that this is why they’re still friends in spite of their history.
The thing is, it’s not like Izuku necessarily holds himself back. In the same way Shouto doesn’t mind that it takes two to three rounds of sex for Izuku to really calm down—even at the cost of being overstimulated and nearly passing out—he also doesn’t mind that sometimes Izuku needs to masturbate to resolve the problem because even Shouto has his limits. Though apparently, Izuku fucking Shouto while he’s asleep isn’t one of them.
The revelation doesn’t exactly help his problem. He’s jerking off twice as much as he normally does, and it has nothing to do with his short refractory period. Shouto letting him fuck him while asleep is just… hot. Izuku’s sex life with Shouto is pretty amazing, but also pretty boring according to their friends, so he supposes it makes sense that this just gets him going. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a sexual fantasy that was… unique, for lack of a better word.
It’s not even like the idea turns him on because there’s a particular sexy appeal to it—nothing to do with submission or control. He just likes that it’s a nice example of their relationship, that Shouto, who doesn’t exactly trust easily, trusts him with something as intimate as this. And Izuku has always been a sucker for moments when Shouto lets his guard down and looks downright soft, at peace, like the world isn’t as tiresome or as cruel as they know it to be on a firsthand basis.
The amount of sappiness behind his reasoning is embarrassing, though more or less apt to how he always is around Shouto. Izuku is glad that even his closest friendships—with Bakugou, with Uraraka—doesn’t extend to them talking about these kinds of things. He’d never hear the end of it.
The rest of the day is spent filing paperwork. He’s normally more studious, but today just isn’t his day. He’s vibrating in his seat, but at least he has his own room and he isn’t causing damage to the floors.
Izuku makes productive progress for about two hours, but then the sight of the sun setting from his office window and a knock on his door from his intern puts a hold onto all that. “What is it?”
“Bakugou told me to let you know that Todoroki is already on his way back to the city. He was trying to reach you before he boarded the plane, but you weren’t picking up.”
When Izuku checks, he realizes it’s because his phone’s dead. “Thank you,” he tells her.
The intern nods curtly. Before she leaves though, she adds, “Todoroki apparently also said that you both have a lot of ‘catching up’ to do. Bakugou looked irritated when he heard that, but he told me to forward the message to you regardless.”
“Catching up?” Izuku echoes.
“Something to do with rest,” she explains. “It was vague on purpose. I think it’s a reference only you’re meant to understand.”
It’s a good thing she leaves immediately after, because she misses the way Izuku’s cheeks darken. He knows what that means.
==
It’s not that late when he gets home, but the lights are already dimmed when he steps in their shared apartment. Izuku spots the dishes by the drying rack, a jacket haphazardly draped on the chair. He makes sure his steps are careful, and uses his Quirk’s speed factor to change out of his clothes as he makes his way towards the bedroom. Shouto is there on the bed, fast asleep; head buried in the pillows, blanket clumsily strewn over his back and letting his feet stick out. He’d been too tired to get to bed properly. Izuku feels his chest swell with fondness, but the tension in his body hasn’t subsided in the slightest.
He recalls the message Shouto had left for him earlier. He dips into the bed and hovers over Shouto, gently tugging the blanket aside, and finding fascination in the fact that Shouto doesn’t stir at the movement even as he reacts to the way Izuku runs a hand over his back, trailing down to his backside, neither pulling away nor pushing closer. Shouto doesn’t even twitch when Izuku slips in between his cheeks and thumbs at his hole.
Izuku reaches for the lube by the nightstand and spreads the liquid over his cock. With ease, he nudges Shouto to lay on his side, and despite the fact that he’s still completely out of it, his body complies, turning. Izuku settles beside him, slides in between Shouto’s asscheeks, and sighs at the warmth that engulfs him.
“Welcome home,” Izuku murmurs, lips against Shouto’s shoulder.
His thrusts are shallow, torn between not wanting to wake Shouto up and only focusing on chasing his own pleasure. When Izuku curls his hand around Shouto’s waist to bring him closer, his fingers brush against Shouto’s cock, growing hard the more Izuku moves. Shouto is shuffling a bit, not yet fully conscious but body registering that there are movements he needs to respond to. Izuku groans into the small of Shouto’s back, feeling pressure build up within him, and Shouto’s response gives him the strength to pull away just to change their position. When he sits on his knees and rests Shouto on his back, his eyes are drawn back to Shouto’s cock.
Izuku grabs onto Shouto’s thighs and slides back in. It only takes three more half-thrusts before he’s spilling onto the sheets and all over Shouto, but when he reaches for Shouto’s cock, intent on letting him get something out of this too, bright eyes blink at him, and Izuku meets Shouto’s gaze.
“Izuku,” Shouto murmurs, finally awake, voice still laden with sleep.
“Hey there,” Izuku says quietly. He smiles. “Missed you.”
Shouto blinks, their current position finally dawning on him. “You’re not the only one who missed me, clearly,” he comments. Izuku wrinkles his nose, but Shouto has a point—he’s already hard again.
“Sorry,” he says, half meaning it. “Mind if I go again? I know you’re still exhausted. I can just take over.”
“Mhm.” Shouto looks at Izuku like his sheepishness doesn’t make sense, like it should be obvious that Izuku doesn’t have to hesitate, not around him. “Let me join you in the next round.”
“I will,” Izuku promises, and he meets Shouto halfway when he lifts his head so they can share a chaste kiss. When Shouto flops back down on the mattress, he closes his eyes. Izuku doesn’t check to see if he’s fallen back asleep.