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Somehow Todoroki’s brain can’t retain the schedule of his boyfriend’s ruts. He gets busy or distracted, his mind unwilling to pick up on the scent of honeysuckle and pine radiating from Midoriya’s body, even when they’re sharing the same breath. He doesn’t know why this happens, but can’t deny it’s always a pleasant surprise when Midoriya takes matters into his own hands. He’s long since stopped waiting for Todoroki to catch up.
So when Todoroki wakes up to Midoriya kneading his ass with calloused hands, his familiar musk permeating the room, Todoroki finally realizes that Midoriya’s gone . His cock is sandwiched between Todoroki’s cheeks, the glide easy with his pre and Todoroki’s slick—he was already wet, his body spurred on before his brain even had a chance to register anything.
“Izu..” Todoroki mumbles, his cheek still pressed against the warm pillow, arms wrapped around it as he holds on tight. He keeps himself in the same position, completely comfortable already. If Midoriya wanted him in any other way, Todoroki would already be there.
Midoriya shushes him quietly. “You can go back to sleep, Sho,” he whispers, hips pulling back. “I just wanna fill you up. I-I had a dream. I wanna fill you with my pups.”
With a shy smile, Todoroki fluidly moves his hips upward, his ass brushing Midoriya’s cock. He hears a sharp inhale from above him and on the exhale, Midoriya slides into him in one motion.
Todoroki turns his face, holding it into the pillow to muffle his exhausted—but very much aroused—noises. Midoriya rests one of his hands on the small of Todoroki’s back, holding him in place while giving himself leverage to deepen his thrusts.
When Todoroki says Midoriya’s name again, it’s so muffled he knows the other didn’t actually hear it. He keeps his face buried and lets forth a series of pleas that Midoriya can’t hear. He can’t help himself, not when his insides are practically molded to Midoriya’s knot at this point and not when sleep still lingers on the edge of his consciousness, keeping him tethered in a state of tired bliss.
It didn’t help that all the accusations Mina threw at him about being a pillow princess were actually very true. Of course the term itself had to be explained to him in embarrassing detail before he fully grasped it—he’d never seen Midoriya so red before.
Midoriya’s warmth envelopes Todoroki all at once. It drapes over his back, along his sides, even inside him. Midoriya’s lips find Todoroki’s scent gland and bites gently. It gets Todoroki to raise his head, mouth open in a silent moan as his bangs flop over his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Midoriya asks. His movements don’t stop completely, though he does slow slightly.
Todoroki nods and blinks a few times. He tilts his head back toward Midoriya. “Yes. I’d like to have your pups,” Todoroki says simply. He’d given being a father a lot of thought. Midoriya had somehow convinced him that he wouldn’t end up just like his own father. He would be a great parent.
Midoriya’s eyes widen and a smile splits his face. Todoroki’s chest tightens and everything in the world rights itself.
“You would?” Midoriya asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Leave it up to Midoriya to get emotional. Todoroki clenches around him, trying to suck him in. Anything to get him to just move . A feral need begins to crawl its way through him. “Yes, so do it. Please?” Todoroki asks, letting the need spill over in his voice. It comes out whiny.
“Of-of course,” Midoriya whispers and then he moves all at once, harder and faster. Deeper .
Todoroki chokes on a gasp, hands curling into the fluff of his pillow and tugging. He expects to hear a rip but there’s nothing. “I can feel all of you,” Todoroki says. “Every-every inch .”
Midoriya fucks into him, bottoming out and then stopping. “Good. That’s what I want, Sho. I like going slow, making you feel my dick stretch you, feeling you get wetter and wetter the longer I fuck you…” Todoroki wants to stop him there because Midoriya rambling dirty talk like this always has a way of sending him over the edge—but he doesn’t want him to stop for the same reason. Midoriya seems to pick up on his dilemma and chooses for him. He begins snapping his hips again, punching pleasured grunts out of Todoroki.
“But I also love going faster like this,” Midoriya says, his voice barely straining even with the added momentum. He rests his hands on either side of Todoroki’s head. “This makes you wet faster, doesn’t it?”
He can only manage a desperate moan, his back arching as he pushes his ass up more, causing Midoriya to go deeper. It’s perfect, it’s everything. Todoroki moves his hands, wrapping them around Midoriya’s wrists. He squeezes, wordlessly encouraging more.
Midoriya leans in again, sucking on Todoroki’s gland. His eyes roll back in response as Midoriya’s scent invades him. “Above all though, I just love you ,” Midoriya says softly, pressing a kiss to his gland. “Any way I can have you, any way that makes you feel good. Do you feel good, Sho?”
“Mm.” Todoroki nods. “You always make me feel good.”
He feels Midoriya smile against his neck and then the room spins. Todoroki gasps and blinks rapidly. When his vision clears, Todoroki leans back, his back flush with Midoriya’s chest. He’s fully seated on his cock, can practically feel it in his stomach.
Midoriya’s arms wrap around Todoroki’s middle, his hands pressing against the toned flat of his abdomen. Over his belly button. The feeling makes a shiver run down Todoroki’s spine.
“Shoto…” Midoriya muses and then trails off, pushing his hands into his stomach. Then they trail downward, over his pubic hair, and across his sides before gripping his hips. Todoroki whimpers and turns his head, his nose brushing Midoriya’s jaw.
That’s all the encouragement Midoriya needs. He’s learned by now that most of the time it’s difficult for Todoroki to speak during sex. Sometimes he becomes desperate, babbling as much as Midoriya. But most of the time, he didn’t say anything. Tonight was different, a rare in-between. Midoriya knows, just like he knows everything else about Todoroki.
Midoriya guides Todoroki’s hips in a quick but sensual grind, wet squelching from Todoroki’s entrance and their mixed pants filling the room. He loses himself in the feeling, his eyes closing and his fingers loosely loop through Midoriya’s.
“Let’s come together, okay?” Midoriya asks. Todoroki lets out a shuddery breath and nods. He feels Midoriya’s cheek lift in a smile and then disappear as he doubles down, shifting his hips upward as Todoroki grinds.
Their bodies move together fluidly, ebbing and flowing. Small noises of pleasure escape Todoroki as his cheek stays pressed against his sweaty skin. His thighs begin to tremble, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as his climax draws closer.
“I love you, Sho,” Midoriya says. “I can’t wait to start a family with you.”
Todoroki smiles, his fingers tightening around Midoriya’s. “Love you too,” he whispers. And then something in him snaps. The thought of the future maybe, of starting a family with the person he loves in a way he’s never experienced. He really does love Midoriya. Loves him in a way that makes him come completely unraveled.
His entire body stiffens and clenches down. Todoroki grabs his cock, brushing the pad of his finger against the bead of pre gathered on the tip. He strokes just once and then comes into his hand. He’s sure his hole is leaking slick too, but he can’t tell as Midoriya wraps around him completely, the base of his cock beginning to flare.
“God the way you stretch for me so easily. You’re built for my knot,” Midoriya groans, squeezing him softly. Todoroki smiles and musters a breathless chuckle. “And now we get to stay locked together. Maybe talk about the future.”
“Is that supposed to be sexy?” Todoroki asks. “Kaminari said-“
He feels Midoriya shake his head. “Nope, we aren’t getting into anything he said. We can talk about whatever we want. If you want to stick with sexy subjects I’d be okay with that too, though,” he says.
“We can talk about the future,” Todoroki says without hesitation. His breath then catches in his throat as Midoriya tenses, his cock twitching as his seed finally spills into him.
The room goes quiet as Midoriya comes down and peppers kisses along the expanse of Todoroki’s skin. “We already live together. We’re mated. We work together.” Midoriya smiles. “All we need is the sound of little feet causing chaos.”
Todoroki hums softly at the thought. It’s all so intimate and he feels safe , but somehow it always feels like the first time he truly found safety in Midoriya. It feels like he can finally rest and let someone else in completely. “And they’ll be happy, right?”
Midoriya doesn’t respond at first. He shifts instead, tilting both their bodies to the side and laying down. Midoriya keeps his arms wrapped around Todoroki, hands pressed against his abdomen once more. “They’ll be the happiest,” Midoriya finally says. “You’re going to be great, Sho. We’re going to be great.”
He knows it’s true, and believes it so deeply that Midoriya’s words immediately put his anxieties to rest. They’ll be back—they always come back—but over time it becomes easier to push them away. He arches back against Midoriya but doesn’t feel the need to say anything more.
Midoriya presses a kiss to the back of Todoroki’s neck. “Sorry for waking you up. I can’t say I regret it, but I’m still sorry.”
He’d almost forgotten that he’d been in the dead of sleep when Midoriya first started. The thought alone has Todoroki’s eyelids going heavy. “‘s okay,” he mumbles.
“Go back to sleep. We’re gonna be here for a while.” A calloused thumb brushes along Todoroki’s skin, lulling him further into the comforting grasp of sleep. He doesn’t try to fight it anymore, drifting off with Midoriya still buried inside him, knowing that when he wakes he’ll be cleaned up and tucked in.
His dreams are filled with pregnant bellies and tiny hands.