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His body moves on its own, thrusting back instinctively as Dabi continues to pound into him, with the intensity that’s required for a camera setting; it’s getting awfully hard for him to focus on anything but the pleasure pulsating through his body— he isn’t even looking at the camera like he was supposed to anymore, instead, his attention is locked on something, or rather someone; far more interesting. At the other side of the room across from him, there stands his hot director; Todoroki Shouto, looking like a snack. He bites his lip, wishing that the person currently behind him were Todoroki Shouto instead.
Fuck me. He internally pleads, hoping that his message would go through the intensity of his stare alone.
"Fuck me harder," he moans, his eyes still boring into Todoroki’s; imagining that the cock currently penetrating him was his. Todoroki, on the other hand, gestures toward him with his index finger pointed downwards, trying to get his attention back into the camera, and he ignores him, but still moans lewdly; not because Dabi is that great, only decent at best, and with all those piercings decorating his dick; he would be a total bang when not in front of a camera.
Bakugou groans when Dabi takes a handful of his hair and tugs his face upwards, shoving his tongue into Bakugou’s mouth in a ferocious kiss, he gasps for air, trying to reciprocate the kiss while keeping his eyes on Todoroki; the cameraman, however, decides to choose that moment to adjust his angle, moving a bit and completely blocking Todoroki from his view. Shitty Deku.
He hisses angrily at Deku, making a show of glaring at him through the lens as he jabs at Dabi's ribs, a code of some sorts that they have agreed upon; for when one of them wants to change positions, they've been doing it in doggy style for more than seven minutes now, and it's starting to get tedious. It feels like fucking hours.
Dabi abruptly pulls out of him, his hands are no longer gripping Bakugou's hips; causing him to lose his balance. He tightened his hold on the wooden table they've been doing it on. Fucking Dabi, he could feel his ass clenching on nothing, not quite used to the empty feeling yet, and it was driving him crazy. He lets his arms relax onto the table as he breathes slowly.
"Cut."
"Fuck, Katsuki! I almost came!" Dabi says, breathing on his nape, "You know I can't hold back when things get too painful, just don't jab too hard if you want me to last." He adds, biting the back of his neck harshly.
"Fucking move over." He says through gritted teeth, feeling shivers run down his spine as he notices the way Todoroki is looking at him, eyes narrowed in disapproval.
His heart skips a beat when Todoroki walks over to him, holding a bottle of water out for him. His posture oozing with a domineering presence in such a way that turns Bakugou's inside into jelly.
"Bakugou, look at the camera, would you?" He orders in that deep, sexy voice of his, the one that makes his mouth go dry. He takes the water bottle and chugs a little. Get yourself together, idiot.
"But sir, looking at you turns me on, you see," he retorts with a smirk, he licks his bottom lip and bites it seductively, making himself look even sexier, "it makes me harder." He knows he's good, how to get what he wants in this industry, it's a game; and he'll be the winner, eventually.
He hears Dabi snorting from behind him, "yeah, right."
"At the very least, look at one of them when you come." Todoroki sighs, folding his arms across his chest, a small gesture, but it makes Bakugou gulp at the way his shirt stretches where his biceps flex. He'd give anything to have those arms all over him.
"I wanna look at you when I come," he deadpans, hoping that Todoroki would finally catch on how desperately he wants him; and call it a gut feeling, but he knows that Todoroki is interested in him, otherwise he would have shut him down ages ago, and he would've moved on. But they've been dancing around each other for a couple of years now, and Todoroki still refuses to give him a definitive answer. It's frustrating.
He could even hear Kaminari's cursed laugh in the distance, mocking his long-suffering one-sided flirting with their director. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore his bitch ass.
“Look at me then,” Dabi interjects slowly in his ears, nips, and fucking finally detaches from his back while saying, “Shouto my cock will go flaccid if you’re too close. Go away.”
"There's a fluffer for that, just so you know," Todoroki answers, without missing a beat. "we still have two more positions to shoot, and Bakugou..." He exhales, walking back after giving Bakugou one final look, "Please look at the camera every once in a while."
Bakugou grunts. Trying to keep himself from staring at the way Todoroki's trousers rather loosely around his hips, as if he's lost some weight, but he knows that's not the case, it's just that for some unfathomable reason, Todoroki prefers to wear them baggy.
Through his peripheral vision, he can see Deku glancing at him, sending him a worried look, and it puts him in sour mood; it is bad enough to have him think about whether he should call it a day or to continue filming.
"I fucking hate you," he snarls at Dabi instead. He lets out a sigh, his arms falling at his sides.
"Aww, but I love fucking you, Katsuki," He smirks, "quite a lot, actually." His grin widens, and Bakugou wants nothing more than to punch it off his face. The fact that Dabi and Shouto are even related still baffles him; with how completely unalike they are.
"Nice take y’all!" Camie stands in front of them, clutching a couple of towels and a make-up box in her hands. "Need a little touch-up?"
"If you could conceal all of Dabi’s shitty face, that would be fucking appreciated." He huffs, taking one of the towels to gently dab on his sweaty face and neck.
"Nah, you two don’t really need that stuff," she says, muffling a laugh, "but Bakubro, seems like your hip bled a little." She glances at Dabi, "stop bein’ so hardcore, will ya?" she tells him while she continues to powder Bakugou’s face with one of her bigger brushes.
"This particular scene is all about being hardcore, sweetcheeks," says Dabi, "and besides, it’s not my fault that Katsuki’s skin is easy to mark, right babe?" he reaches his hand to ruffle Bakugou’s hair, with a fond smile adorning his face. Bakugou snarls.
She ignores him, as she adds the final touches on Bakugou's face with a setting spray, he nods gratefully at her, which she returns with a smile and then she moves over to start working on Dabi’s face.
"Actually..." Deku says, adjusting his camera settings, "it's supposed to be a casual living room sex scene for VOD this week; six positions in total with duration of 27 minutes." He explains. He glances towards Bakugou, "Kacchan, please look at me when you come, we'll finish this off with a cumshot."
"You shitty nerd," Bakugou scoffs at him, "just don't block Todoroki from my view." He says, as his eyes land on Todoroki again, who is already looking at him while talking to Kaminari about something. "Just make it so it looks like I'm looking at your camera when I'm actually looking at him, how about that, Deku?"
"But you have to... that's not how... how else am I supposed to.." Deku trips all over his words, "Ugh, fine, I'll try my best." He finally mutters.
Todoroki strides over to them with Kaminari in tow; who was holding a thumb up and grinning at him like an idiot. Bakugou grits his teeth, ready to bite his head off.
"So I was talking to Kaminari, and he gave me a rather interesting idea," Todoroki starts, "we'll change the position into a cowboy sideways on the sofa instead of this table, then Bakugou will finish off with reverse, that is when he gets to come, and as for Dabi, he'll finish off with a facial cumshot with Bakugou on his knees," Todoroki says with authority. It should absolutely be against the laws of nature for someone to be able to say any of that with a straight face, but then again, Todoroki is a special case. "Each is less than 10 minutes. Midoriya, keep on track." He finishes explaining the new set up, still blissfully unaware of the things his voice does to him; or maybe he is, and is totally doing this on purpose, which gets even more on Bakugou's nerves. "You okay with that, Bakugou?" He asks him, his eyes scrutinizing and pinning him in place.
"Everything will work out just fine as long as I get to see your pretty face, sir." He says with a hint of tilt on sir, smirking and biting his lip, he ignores Kaminari's muffled laughter from behind Todoroki.
Todoroki's expression doesn't even change, face as blank as ever; but also as beautiful as ever, and it tugs at Bakugou's heartstrings, just how is it that the one person he's head over heels for doesn't even acknowledge his existence?
"Alright then, let's continue. Camera, prepare to be ready in five." Todoroki continues to talk to the crew, telling them instructions as he strolls back, leaving a smirking Kaminari behind.
"Oh fuck off, don't look at me like that, you've done nothing." He snarls at him.
"But now you can see him better, you definitely owe me for this, Kacchan!" He chirps, winking at Bakugou as he skips away.
He scoffs at Kaminari, shaking his head disbelievingly at his antics.
Despite all of the efforts he's been putting up to get Todoroki's attention, he always ends up getting completely ignored. It's been two years since Todoroki’s gotten him into working in this industry, and somewhere along the way, he's found himself pathetically in love with him; he is beyond hopeless.
But it's not like he plans to stop anytime soon.