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hanta’s in heaven, he’s sure of it, because there is no scientific explanation for what he’s seeing, feeling right now.
there’s no way he’s sat on his bed, with todoroki fucking shouto on his knees in front of him, sucking his dick right now.
roki moans at the back of his throat, sinking his mouth down, down— fuck, does he not have a gag reflex?— hanta’s thick cock, all the way until he’s about choking on three-fourths of hanta’s 10 inch dick. blue and grey eyes meet his own, and shouto barely blinks his tears away as he gags wetly on hanta’s cock, drool slipping past his lips.
(in the barely filtered light streaming through the curtains, gently casting sunset kisses across the apples of ‘roki’s cheeks, hanta can’t help but think that shouto’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.)
“that’s it, baby,” hanta purrs, tattooed fingers flexing as he grasps at the mussed up hair on shouto’s head. the pretty boy on his knees looks up at hanta with teary eyes at being addressed, whining as his spit coats the shaft of hanta’s throbbing cock, tongue lightly dragging along the jacob’s ladder piercings.
it’s so cute, how debauched innocent virgin shouto looks right now, drooling on cock and desperate to please.
shouto pulls off with a gasp, hand releasing the base of hanta’s cock as he pants for breath. there’s a darling little blush high on that pretty face, tears gathered in those eyes, voice raspy, “did i do good?”— and hanta has never wanted to ruin someone so much before.
“you did so well, pretty boy, look at you,” hanta cards his fingers through shouto’s hair, his other hand grasping his cock to slap it against shouto’s cheek, the wet sound resounding in such a satisfyingly lewd way in hanta’s bedroom. “i thought you hadn’t done this before, hm?”
“but you choked on my cock so pretty, took me so well. just my good little boy, aren’t you?” hanta slips his thumb into shouto’s mouth, and rubs it on shouto’s tongue.
shouto’s lips close around his thumb, and his eyes flutter for a moment. oh, hanta fucking revels in the glassy look in shouto’s eyes, the pretty peach pink of his blush travelling down, down, down, behind the neckline of his shirt.
maybe his tits are blushing that same petal pink, too.
hanta pulls his thumb out of shouto’s mouth, smoothing over a plump bottom lip with his thumb, before patting at his lap, his rings clinking together. “come up here and give me a kiss, baby.”
on a shuddering exhale, shouto stands up and fits himself nicely on hanta’s lap, delicate hands coming to settle on a broad set of shoulders. a pair of heterochromatic eyes shyly meet his gaze, a breathy whisper, “hanta—“
fuck it, hanta thinks, desire overcoming the nervous urge to run his fingers through his own hair, and he leans in to kiss ‘roki.
hanta brings their mouths together, dragging his tongue along the seam of shouto’s bottom lip, swallowing the needy whine and breathy “hanta” shouto rewards him with.
their mouths cover each other, and hanta grinds his hips up in a slow languid movement, cock rubbing against shouto’s plush ass, his hand stroking along shouto’s side before it rests lightly on the base of the pretty boy’s throat. hanta licks into shouto’s mouth, and applies a little pressure on shouto’s neck一
“daddy,” shouto whines, squirming on hanrta’s lap.
in that moment, they both still.
‘roki whispers a mortified little “oh my god”, before tucking his face into the junction between hanta’s neck and shoulder, and hanta has fully and honestly never been harder in his life.
“aw, baby, don’t be shy,” hanta smiles, slow and easy, tangling his hand in shouto’s hair and tugging his head back, exposing the pale expanse of shou’s neck. hanta leans in, nosing along the line of shouto’s throat, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, and hanta feels the way the other man trembles under his touch. “is that my name, pretty? ‘m your daddy?”
‘roki refuses to meet his eyes, still red with embarrassment and his lips tightly pursed together.
that won’t do.
hanta tightens his grip on shouto’s hair, and lowers his voice into something dark and dangerous, “daddy asked you a question, darlin’. you’d best answer it.”
he watches the bob of shouto’s adam apple as he swallows, before he hears the quiet, “yes, daddy.”
oh, fuck.
hanta grazes his teeth along shouto’s throat again, sucking a mark that he knows would bloom beautifully along his pale skin, chuckling, “that wasn’t so hard, was it, sweetheart?”
flipping them over, hanta lays shouto against his sheets, ‘roki’s red and white hair splayed around his head like a halo一 fitting for an angel, hanta quietly muses. hanta leans in to give him a lingering kiss, hands busying themselves by pushing shouto’s shirt up and over his head, before dragging his black painted nails down the expanse of shouto’s chest.
he was right, that blush really does cover ‘roki’s pretty tits.
“daddy,” shouto quietly whispers, “please.”
hanta smiles, crooked and pleased, like the cat that got the canary. his fingers trace over the bulge of shouto’s cock over his boxers, the touch so gentle that it borders on an insufferable tease, and he watches the wet patch on shou’s boxers grow, “yeah? what do you need, doll? use your words.”
“i need,” shou starts, casting his eyes to the side and swallowing, “i’ve, thought about this before, while um, touching myself. want your hands on me, please. need you to touch me.”
hanta’s cock absolutely throbs and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. fuck, when he closes both hands around shouto’s waist, his fingers fucking touch. he rubs his thumb along the curve of shou’s lithe little waist, “is that so? thought about me ruining you, yeah? fucking this pretty little virgin hole?”
“yeah,” shou breathes, spreading his legs wider, and hanta crowds into his space, pressing their hips together. “want you, hanta. wanna make you feel good.”
and god, does hanta want to wreck shouto一 such a sweet and innocent thing, smaller than hanta and so eager to please. hanta absolutely wants to corrupt him, teach him pleasure that he’s never known and make him squirm on his cock.
“do whatever you want to me, please,” shouto slings his arm over his face, hiding his blush and peeking over his arm. he’s soft and warm under hanta’s fingertips, and hanta wants nothing more than to take him apart.
hanta peels off shouto’s boxers, tossing them by the bed before he bends down, breathing hot air on roki’s cute little cock and basking in the high whine he pulls from him. lubing up his fingers and drizzling some over shouto’s hole, hanta’s middle finger gently traces shouto’s rim, kissing the tip of shouto’s cock as he pushes the first finger in.
(god, hanta thinks belatedly, remembering that time when he compared hand sizes with roki, and how much smaller his hands were: hanta was able to fold his bigger, stockier fingers over the tops of roki’s delicate ones.
hanta’s fingers are probably the largest thing shouto has taken yet.)
“oh, fuck, hanta,” shouto positively mewls, hips twitching down to meet hanta’s long fingers as his cock leaks pearls of precum on hanta’s tongue. watching him intently, hanta puts in another finger, gently stroking along shouto’s (tight, hot) walls and taking in every little reaction.
the way shouto squirms, the way he grasps desperately at the sheets, the way his mouth parts to whimper一 hanta wants to see it all.
after all, there’s no sight like this. nothing could compare to todoroki shouto falling apart on his fingers.
hanta licks his lips, gaze heavy as he continues fucking his fingers in and out of shouto, the squelch of lube filthy and loud, before he presses them right against shouto’s prostate.
shouto gasps, arching off the bed, as his hands fly down to grasp at hanta’s head.
bingo.
“hanta一 daddy, daddy, daddy,” shouto chants, eyes teary as hanta strokes that bundle of nerves firmly, repeatedly. he grasps hanta’s wrist, fucking himself down on hanta’s fingers like the pretty little slut that he is, grinding his hips in tight little circles as he whines and gasps.
“that’s it, honey, cry for daddy,” hanta croons, adding a fourth finger as he overstimulates shouto, feeling hungry at the sight of the normally reserved, straight-laced todoroki falling apart like a desperate cockhungry whore, just from his fingers.
there’s nothing like watching his partners fall apart from overwhelming pleasure, hanta knows; there’s nothing he loves more than fucking them to tears, than knowing he did that to them, that nobody can fuck them like he does.
“c’mon, doll,” hanta murmurs, placing a gentle kiss at the jut of shouto’s hipbone, licking up the length of shouto’s cock and smiling at the stuttered moan shouto lets out. he flicks his fingers faster inside of ‘roki, watching the way his cock twitches and leaks, “feels good doesn’t it?”
shouto sobs, hips trembling under hanta’s loving attention before he cums with a choked “daddy一”, jerking through the mindblowing orgasm hanta just gave him.
hanta rises to meet shouto’s eyes, and he smirks at the fucked out expression on the smaller man’s face. his eyes are unfocussed, and his mouth is open as he pants hard, tear tracks on those flushed cheeks.
“good boy,” hanta kisses him, reaching up to stroke along the curve of shouto’s jaw as he licks into ‘roki’s mouth, feeling the heat of his skin and the dampness of his tears.
hanta’s hand comes to wrap around shouto’s throat again, and he tilts his head as he looks down at shou with nothing but pure, molten desire in his inky eyes. “think you can take daddy’s cock, next?”