#my hero academia lemons

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out

CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon

Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.

You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.

"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.

You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.

"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.

"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.

"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.

"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.

You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"

Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm.  Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.

You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.

“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?” 

Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”

“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Huh.”

“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.

“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.

What the actual hell, Shoto.                                                          

“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.

“Yes, I am.”

You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.

“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”

Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.

“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.

He smirks. “I’m strategic.”

You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.

You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.

He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.

You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.

“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”

He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.

“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”

“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”

His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”

“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.

“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”

His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.

“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.

“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor.  He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.

Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.

“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…

“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.

“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”

You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.

“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.

“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.

“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”

Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.

“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.

“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.

“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.

“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??

Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.

You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.

“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”

“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”

You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.

“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.

You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.

“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.

“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.

“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.

“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”

“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.

“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”

Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”

“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.

His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.

“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.

“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.

“Really?” He whispers.

“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.

You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.

Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.

Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?” He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.

You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.

You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.

“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.

“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.

After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.

“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.

He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.

“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.

He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.

“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.

He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –

A knock on the door causes you both to still.

“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”

“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”

The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.

“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”

“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.

You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.

“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.

Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”

You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.

“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.

“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.

“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.

Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.

Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.

Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.

“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”

“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.

As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.

Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.

You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.

“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.

“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.

“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?” 

“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.

“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.

“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”

Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.

“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”

You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.

“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”

You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.

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[fantasydaydreamers]

Bakugou x You x Kirishima

Summary: Bakugou shows his friend just how perfect you are and just how lucky he is.

Warnings: LEMON // fem!reader, cuck kink, breeding kink, squirting

Author's Note: No comment... (actually yes comment, I'm writing something kinda sorta similar to this. it will be posted on Ao3 tho but ofc I'll post the link here to let ya'll know when. also today is my birthdayyyy!!!🎉)

You were in a mating press position. Kirishima had one hand on the back of your knee, pushing your leg up further to your chest as the other thumbed your clit in teasing circles. His hips kept a steady rhythm, his cock driving deep into you, causing the wet slapping noises to echo loud in the room.

"F-fuck~" Kirishima was almost whining, his head aimed down to watch your wet puffy folds hug his cock with every thrust. Whines left your mouth, delirious with pleasure, the embarrassment of the situation long gone.

You've been here for a while now, and at first it was only you and your boyfriend, until Kirishima had called and interrupted. You and Bakugou had talked before about adding another person in the bedroom, but you had no idea it would be your closest friend!

Well...it made sense since it wasn't as awkward as you imagined and you trusted Kirishima. But this...it seems like they teamed up halfway through to make you lose your mind.

Your other knee was held back by Bakugou, as he sat next to you, stroking his own cock leisurely as he watched, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

"Good fucking girl, (Y/n)," Bakugou murmured, thumbing his red angry tip. You tried to blink away your blurry vision to see his face but all you saw was his eyes trained on his best friend's cock being coated in your juices every time he pulled out. "Feels good, doesn't it, (Y/n)?" Bakugou smirked slightly, panting. "Look at you making a mess..."

"Bakugou- fuck!" Kirishima stilled his hips as he presses tightly against you to grind up into your g-spot, causing you to squeal, trying to squirm away. Bakugou tightened his grip on your knee, groaning.

"She's gonna cum...Bakugou she's so fucking close- twitching like crazy..." Kirishima grits his teeth, finally looking up from your swollen pussy to catch your gaze, mouth dropping open as he watches your breath hitch with every roll of his hips.

"Y-yeah? Here?" Kirishima smirks slightly as your hand slams down on the bed in frustration, before gripping the sheets again, feeling everything so intensely. It was too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted to cum so fucking bad and you couldn't do much with your boyfriend and his best friend pinning your legs back except to take it.

Bakugou groaned lowly, gripping the base of his cock feeling it throb with the threat of release. "Heh...never heard you curse this much, Kiri. What? All it took for you was to experience what good pussy feels like?"

Kirishima drops his head with a whimper, hips jerking slightly before starting to thrust again. Starting slow and torturous, making your eyes roll back. "So fucking wet and tight...shit- you're so lucky." He grunted out, his thrusts picking up speed again, ignoring Bakugou's comment.

"Damn right. She's all mine, aren't you, baby?" Bakugou let go of his cock, not before swiping some of his precum, and brought his finger to your mouth. Your mouth was already open, drool coming out of the side as he stuck his finger in, stroking your tongue, urging you to suck.

Your whimpers and cries become muffled, eyes locked on Kirishima's as you suck your boyfriend's fingers. The thumb on your clit starts making tighter circles, biting his lip as he watches you, entranced.

"Oh fuck- she's cumming...I feel it-" Kirishima's gasps out feeling you clamp down on his cock in a vice grip, your back arching as much as it could in your position as your vision whited out. Bakugou pulls his fingers out roughly, gripping his cock tightly.

"Fuck!"

Kirishima pulls out in the middle of your orgasm, grabbing his cock to rub it fast over your sloppy pussy, the sensation against your clit prolonging your orgasm. Kirishima growls, seeing you squirt, his cock spreading the sticky wet mess, before easing his cock back in to feel your walls pulse violently around him.

Tears fall from your eyes, overstimulated and sensitive but too drunk on the pleasure to make it stop.

"Mhm~ good girl," Bakugou groaned, fisting his cock again as his eyes drank in the sight of you cumming. "That's right...Kiri made you cum nice and hard huh? Tell him how it feels."

Kirishima laughs breathlessly, his lips red and puffy from biting them, before letting out a strained groan. "She's squeezing me still...trying to milk my cock..."

"Kiri- oh, fuck~" You try to talk but your broken voice trailed off in pathetic whimpers and cries. As if the sounds in the room couldn't get any louder, the squelching only amplified after your orgasm. A shudder wracked your body and you felt a second orgasm quickly approaching.

"Again, baby?" Kirishima cooed, his own eyes were hazy and lidded with pleasure. "I feel you tightening again...can you wait for me?"

Bakugou moans softly, fisting his cock again slowly. "Inside, Kiri. Cum inside and fill her up."

This time, a loud whine left Kirishima as he locked gazes with Bakugou, some clarity coming back to his eyes. "Y-yeah? You s-sure, man?"

"Please, Kiri," you chime in, reaching for his hand that was still behind your knee.

"Mhm...you like to be bred, don't you, baby?" His tone tried to sound mocking, but you heard how wrecked he sounded. All you did was nod, staring up at Kirishima as you tried to hold back your second orgasm.

"Fuckfuckfuck~" A mantra of curses fell from his mouth as he rocked his hips faster, quick deep thrusts that made you feel it in your stomach. You couldn't hold it much longer, locking gazes with your boyfriend was all it took for your second orgasm to crash over you. More tears fell from your eyes as you barely felt Kirishima's hips stutter as he came inside of you, his drawn out groan echoing Bakugou's as he came in his hand.

You don't remember closing your eyes, but the feeling of gentle hands easing your legs back down, massaging the crease where your legs connect to your pelvic bone had you groaning from the ache.

"Shhh...good girl, (Y/n). So good for us, so perfect." Bakugou murmurs in your hair, kissing your forehead. "Let me go get a warm wash cloth. I'll be back."

The bed shifted and the massage on your thighs continued, and you faintly realize Kirishima was still buried inside of you. Your eyes flutter open and see how softly he was watching you.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, face flushed. Weakly you smile back, nodding. You felt wonderful. Blissed out and full, your eyes close again basking in the massage on your aching body.

Almost dozing off, the press of a warm wash cloth against your sensitive skin had you jerking.

"Shh...it's okay. He's gonna keep it in baby," Bakugou's husky voice had you shivering again. "We got you."

"Bakugou-" Kirishima starts, sounding somewhat panicked, which made you open your eyes in time to see Bakugou smirking down at you, the feeling of a finger tracing over your pussy lips, stretched around Kirishima's cock.

Kirishima twitches inside of you and you gulp, knowing this night was far from over.

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Shigaraki hates Valentine Day

Shiggy hates this holiday until he meets you.

F/M Shigaraki Tomura/Reader chubby/plus size

Warning: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Licking, Binge Drinking, Dubious Morality, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Political talk

Tomura woke up on Valentine Day with a deep-rooted hatred for the holiday. It was no different from any other day, as he despised each one that passed. But today, his disdain was amplified solely because it was Valentine Day.

He had hoped that, for once, he wouldn't have to spend the day alone or with Kurogiri. After all, he now had a team to spend it with. However, his expectations were quickly crushed when he realized that his team had other plans in mind. Instead of spending the day doing Kurogiri's exhausting team-building exercises, his teammates surprised him with gestures of affection. Toga and Magne each gave him chocolates but promptly announced that they were going to the mall to "stalk boys."

Meanwhile, Mr. Compress had other plans with a date, and that was a nicer way than the crude way of Muscular and Dabi saying they're gonna go get their "dicks and whistles wet." Spinner, as usual, had disappeared without a trace. And so, it was just Tomura and Kurogiri left, once again, to spend Valentine Day alone in each other's company. With a defeated sigh, Tomura handed his chocolates to Kurogiri.

"Where are you going, Tomura?" Kurogiri asked concerned.

"OUT!" Shigaraki yelled in frustration, his voice carrying down the hallway as he left in search of an internet café. He stormed out and made his way to the nearest open booth. His anger was simmering under the surface as he sat down and pulled up his black face mask, its matching hoodie pulled over his head. He absentmindedly tucked his father's hand in his front pocket as if cradling him in his arms.

But then, he noticed you. 

For the first time in his life, he didn't just see someone as a means to an end but as a desirable being. His mind wandered to dirty thoughts, something he had never cared for before. Your soft curves, your silky hair, the delicate nape of your neck. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, something he had never experienced before. The pulsing beat of your heartstring visible on your neck only added to the attraction. He imagined wrapping his fingers around your neck, feeling your heartbeat racing under his touch, the pulse throbbing against the pads of his long digits. His tongue snaking past your lips, making you choke on it. The mere idea of it aroused him, a feeling he had never associated with someone's neck before. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to push away the growing need in his pants and in his thoughts. This was a new and confusing sensation for him, but he couldn't deny his attraction towards you, and he hated it!

He instead focused on how stupid you are dressed. You're wearing a Stain shirt and playing a stupid online RPG game; he deemed it outdated and pathetic. His irritation manifested as he scraped his nails against his own neck. Despite attempting to focus on his own game, he couldn't help but notice your enticing figure moving on the seat. He couldn't help but imagine you shifting on his lap instead. With a resigned sigh, he gave in to his thoughts.

"Why do you even like him? Wearing a serial killer is tacky," Shigaraki hissed at the back of your head. "What's next? Lunchboxes and beef jerky adorned with Issei Sagawa's face. Maybe a cookbook on how to cook human flesh? Tasteless trash."

You turned to the rude bastard, tearing into his flesh with his cracked nails, and noticed that massive bulge in his lap. You couldn't help but chuckle and look away, making your words playful and flirty instead of irritated, "It's not just about fashion. It's about embracing the subversive message of rejecting a corrupt society ruled by the hero commission. His image is about the symbolism of anti-capitalist hero society."

As Shigaraki's focus shifted, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. This conversation was something he could really sink his teeth into.

"Oh? And are you part of the anti-capitalist hero society, little foreign doll?" he taunted. You were caught off guard by his words. Your Japanese was flawless, so how did he know you were not from Japan?

Feeling the need to defend yourself, you retorted, "I'll have you know I was born and raised here." But Shigaraki's sneer only grew wider.

"Mmm... Let me guess. Your family was just traveling through? Your accent gives it away," he sneered, his words laced with disdain. Your apprehension was palpable as you began your explanation.

"Well, I was actually born on the base," you stammered, feeling self-conscious, flushing, and flustered under his intense gaze. Your blush and sweet, pained expression caused his breath to hitch. In all his years, Shigaraki had never seen a flustered girl. And he couldn't deny that he didn't hate it. In fact, he found himself wanting to see more of your flustered state.

"An army brat, then," Shigaraki smirked, trying to hide his own flustered state. But your response caught him off guard.

"Maybe I am a brat," you huffed, returning your attention to your game. Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a tug of amusement at your feisty attitude. Dabi may be the official brat tamer, but he has learned not to kill them. As you continued playing, Shigaraki logged into his old World of Warcraft account, unable to resist the irony of the situation. He knew he was being a bit of a jerk by killing you repeatedly in the game, but he couldn't help himself. Your anger only made you even more enticing to him. After killing your character the third time, Shigaraki's game avatar suddenly appeared in front of you, offering an apology in the form of virtual flowers. It was his way of showing that he didn't want to truly hurt you, even in the video game world. And in that moment, he couldn't deny that he was starting to develop a certain fondness for the army brat who had caught his attention.

He relished the thrill of seducing young, naive girls in his video games. It was a simple game to him. He only had to press a few buttons, and they would fall for him. But you couldn't stand it any longer. Your gaze hardened as you directed it towards him. You knew without a doubt it was him, the dirty screen watcher who snickered every time he took you down in the game. Noticed in the act, he quickly averted his gaze, knowing he had been caught red-handed. He was surprised that real-life girls are not that easy. You grabbed your coat, paid for your time, and started to walk out. Shigaraki was feeling increasingly irritated and frustrated. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and the desire to do things he knew was considered depraved by most people. It was a distraction that he couldn't shake off. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and stood up, determined to follow and confront you. He trailed behind you, his mind consumed with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you.

But as he approached you, you turned to face him and sneered, "Are you stalking me now, you creep?" You picked up your pace, clearly annoyed by his presence. Shigaraki was taken aback by your sharp reaction. Toga had once told him that when girls get angry, it's best to follow them. But he couldn't help but question her advice, considering her own tendencies as a stalker.

"Perhaps," He growled, accompanied by a scratch at his neck, "I was still curious about your stance on anti-hero acts. After all, you do come from a background as a foreign army brat with a fascist requiem, where the CRC was born. All in the name of freedom, of course." As he spoke, you felt a sudden stiffness in your body, completely insulted by his assumption. Turning to face him, you couldn't hold back your frustration any longer.

"I was born and raised here; this is my home. And I'm not interested in causing chaos; all I want is to see this place improve. I am not an anti-hero; I am simply against living in a police state. I am against the facade of fake heroes. I'm more of a Stain purest," Your words were laced with determination and conviction, defending your beliefs and principles. This made Shigaraki smirk more.

With a cynical tone, Shigaraki scoffed, "Stain is nothing but a sanctimonious hero breeder. He may have stirred up some conversation, but he certainly isn't causing any real change."

Crossing your arms, you retorted, "At least he sparked a discussion. That's more than what can be said for most people."

Shigaraki rolled his eyes and mocked, "Oh wow, a discussion. How groundbreaking."

"Is there something you need?" You snort in response, not bothering to hide your disdain. The man before you, Shigaraki, blushes and grumbles something unintelligible. His awkwardness only seems to annoy him further as he scratches himself vigorously. "I'm sorry, what was that?" you ask, attempting to hide the amusement in your voice. Shigaraki lets out a deep sigh and glares at you, clearly annoyed by your presence.

"I said you're alone too. It's Valentine Day, and here you are, playing RPGs," he mutters, bitterness seeping through his words. You can't help but feel taken aback by his sudden outburst. But before you can even process his words, Shigaraki continues, "I have nobody. And neither do you. We both like games. But let's be real, I'm better at them." He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his gaze fixed on you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. It's true you are alone on Valentine's Day, indulging in your favorite games. And this man, who you never would have imagined spending this day with, seems to be in a similar situation. But his suggestion takes you by surprise.

"So, what are you suggesting? Being alone together?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. Shigaraki's expression softens for a moment before returning to his usual stoic self.

"I mean, why not? We both have nothing better to do, and it's not like we have anyone else. We can just chill and play some games together." His suggestion catches you off guard, but you can't deny the appeal of spending the evening with someone who shares your interests. You consider his offer for a moment before a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"Alright, you're on. But fair warning, I don't go easy on anyone, not even on Valentine's Day," you say, challenging him with a playful glint in your eyes. Shigaraki's lips quirk up into a smirk, accepting your challenge. And just like that, the two of you spend the rest of the evening locked in intense battles and laughter, forgetting about the loneliness that had consumed you earlier. He wasn't going to let this go. He was going to milk it for all it's worth. When he suggested alcohol and gaming, you said no problem. You're having a good time with him.

With a start, you look around the luxurious hotel room, your head throbbing from the alcohol and the intense gaming session. The bags on top of you are filled with expensive designer purses, a testament to the wild night you just had with Shigaraki. As your eyes land on him, dressed in a robe and dripping wet from a shower, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for forgetting about last night. He had definitely milked the alcohol and gaming suggestion for all it's worth, and you can't help but feel grateful for his company. You had been hesitant at first, but now you're glad you said yes. Still, as you struggle to sit up in the pile of bags, you can't help but wonder how you ended up in this fancy hotel room in the first place, and if you embarrassed yourself. But Shigaraki just laughs, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

"You passed out, so I carried you here," he explains casually as if it's not a big deal. But your face heats up, both from the embarrassment of being carried and from the proximity of his wet body. But before you can dwell on it too much, he tosses you a robe and offers to order room service for breakfast.

"Did we…you know?" you asked him. Shigaraki's face scrunches.

"What?" He scratched his neck idly as if he was trying to process the question. "No. I'm not a fucking scumbag. I don't need to screw unconscious women. If I was that desperate, I would have bought a whore. Last night, we both got drunk. We went shopping, and you said, "Do you know where there's great shopping, Las Vegas?" Then I had my friend bring us here. He has a warp quirk. I bought you whatever you wanted. We celebrated some more in the ghost lounge and then I carried you here to the MGM casino and hotel. I swear I will get us a room in the Luxor tomorrow."

"OK, you have to slow down. Are we really in Las Vegas?" You groaned, shocked at some of the things you had in the bags. There's a bag full of jewelry, diamond jewelry, and thousands of dollars of vintage video games and lingerie.

"Yes. We're really in Las Vegas, and it has been difficult translating everything because I don't know much English. You insisted on the Luxor, but my phone was a pain with out-of-carrier nonsense. Everyone else, it was easy. I just pointed at what I wanted, but a room was a bit more difficult," Shigaraki said, bringing in the room service. "So, this is an American breakfast. Looks…interesting."

He was clearly trying to be kind. He took you to Las Vegas on a whim, and you checked, and you don't feel raped. you wanted to tell him sorry for making assumptions but instead you smiled and looked at him.

"You're cute," you tell him. Shigaraki couldn't help but smirk at this compliment. You could tell he liked how forward you were being towards him as he spoke with a smug and charming tone.

"Is that your way of flirting with me?"

"And look at you eat it up and ask for more, cutie," you smirked. Shigaraki laughed quietly as he leaned in a little closer to you, his musky, clean scent filling the air. He couldn't help but like the way your body smelled mixed with your perfume. He smirked at your teasing and spoke in a flirty tone.

"Oh, is that so? Then let me tell you something then. I like confident and bold women like yourself. You're such a brat but in a good way."

"I remember you saying something about brat taming?" You smirk back. Shigaraki chuckled at you calling him brat tamer, and he smiled a bit wider, revealing his tender side and the sight of him grinning at you sent a tingle of excitement through your body. Your body was already beginning to feel a little warmer as he nursed your hangover and insisted you hydrate.

"You're already calling me tamer? I see that you can't wait to just jump right into it. I kind of like it that way, baby girl brat..."

"I'm not a cheap date. I'll need room service first," you said in Japanese. Shigaraki leered when he heard you suddenly speak in Japanese, which made him smirk slightly. He was impressed that you could speak the language, and he responded back in the same language.

"Room service it is, baby girl. Anything that pleases the lady." The room was dimly lit and had a large bed in the middle of it. The room was warm and cozy, with a subtle, sweet smell of Shigaraki's body in the air mixed with the smell of his perfume. The room was luxurious, with an entertainment center. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed, and he was standing in front of it, watching you eat after your shower. His sharp eyes were scanning you up and down, taking in your appearance.

"Are you watching me stuff my face?" you asked with a mouthful of omelet. Shigaraki smiled at your comment as he continued to stare at you, admiring your sexy figure in your silk robe clinging to you. You spent the day inside for now as you had a headache for most of the day. When you changed, he wanted you to join him in front of the mirror. You could tell that he was having trouble getting his eyes off of you as they kept wandering back and forth between your body and your face. He gave you a small wink and continued to admire your body, loving the view.

"Are you being flirty now?" you asked.

"What if I am?" He smirked with a mischievous glint. 

"Hmmm, I am nice and sober now." As you walked up to the reflection and your back was facing him, he saw the way the top was clinging to your body and the way your tight jeans were form-fitting and accentuated your curves, which made him smirk and walk towards you. Before long, he began wrapping his arms around your body and holding you tightly against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you stood up next to him. His breath was hot and heavy as he spoke.

"Ah, you truly are a beauty to behold. Can I ask you something?" Shigaraki's soft voice filled the air as he spoke while also pulling you in even closer to him. You could tell that he was starting to get a little bit more aroused by the way his body was reacting to you being up against him like this. You felt the muscles in his body flex slightly as he continued. You wrapped my arms around him and one of my legs. He chuckled and smiled, enjoying the way you wrapped yourself around him. Your intimate proximity between the two of you was making you both feel warm and flustered. Shigaraki took a deep breath as he spoke again, his body feeling more and more energized the longer he held you tightly against him.

"Have you ever been with a Japanese man before?"

"No. Are you going to ruin me for anyone else?" you teased. Shigaraki smirked at your tease but also couldn't help but groan slightly when you spoke. Your voice was extremely alluring and provocative. You could tell that he was getting quite excited by your presence and the playful flirting.

"You have no idea. I may make you addicted to me," he said, pulling you tighter to him.

"Promises. Promises," you chuckled as he lifted you. Holding you by your ass. Shigaraki let out another groan as he grabbed a firm hold of your rear and lifted you up into his arms. Your body felt so close to his, and it made your body tremble in excitement and arousal. His touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but squirm and moan softly in a lustful way.

"How long are we going to be stateside? We should go back soon," you mentioned. This was getting a bit strange for you. It was all strange, but you were really starting to have feelings for him, and you would need to go back at some point. Shigaraki held you closer to him as he spoke, keeping you in his arms and wrapping his stronger arm around you to hold you up.

"For a week…but I would be willing to make it longer for you. I've enjoyed it since I've been here. I'm liking what I see…," he said, eyeing you up and down.

"Oh? The view is better without clothes," you smirked, kissing him. Your suggestive remark caught Shigaraki off guard, but he couldn't resist the challenge as he leaned in to kiss you back. His lips moved in perfect synchronization with yours, both of you exploring and teasing each other. Your touch sent shivers down his spine as he pulled you closer, savoring every moment of your embrace. Your body pressed against his, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't control. He couldn't help but run his hands over your curves, marveling at your beauty. As your kisses grew more passionate, he couldn't resist the urge to explore further, trailing his lips down your neck and to your chest.

Your response only fueled his desire as he nipped at your nipple through your shirt, causing you to moan. The sound only made him want to hear more as he watched you slip off your blouse and bra, bearing your enticing form to him. The way you moved and teased him, slowly undressing and revealing your seductive body, only increased the tension between you. Shigaraki's heart raced as he watched the scene play out, unable to look away from your alluring figure. The anticipation and desire he felt were almost too much to bear, and he couldn't resist any longer. With a growl, he pushed you back against the couch, dominating you with his touch and desire. Your bold and confident demeanor only made him want you more, and he couldn't help but give in to the intense passion between you.

"You still like what you see?" you teased. Shigaraki was speechless at the sight of you, and he nodded his head slightly as his eyes kept focusing on every sexy detail of you. He was truly mesmerized by your beauty and your physique, and he wanted nothing more than to touch and explore it. His body was already reacting in a lustful way, and he wanted to take you right then and there. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Words can't even begin to describe just how much I like what I see, baby girl. You are truly a sight to behold." His voice was laced with desire, and the way your body looked at that moment was breathtaking. He leaned in and started tracing his tongue along the curves of your body.

"Damn, you really are strong," you moaned, unable to contain your excitement. Shigaraki chuckled, his hands now gripping your hips tightly. "And I haven't even shown you my full strength yet." With a wicked grin, he began to kiss and nibble at your neck, the combination of pleasure and his strength making you weak in the knees. As he continued to claim you with his touch, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his impressive strength, giving you a new level of pleasure you never thought possible. You couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement as Shigaraki's words sent shivers down your spine. His strong grasp made you feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards man. As he continued to caress your body, his touch felt almost electrifying. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Shigaraki's smirk grew wider as he noticed your reaction, his own desire intensifying.

"I can tell you want more," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You want to feel my strength, don't you?" You nodded, unable to form any words as his touch and words left you dizzy with desire. "Well, I'll give you more, brat," he said, his grip tightening on your body. With a low growl, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you toward the nearest wall, pressing you against it with his powerful body. You couldn't help but gasp at the force behind his movements, feeling his muscles tense against you. His hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched. You could feel his strength in every touch, making you feel almost weightless in his hold.

"Really? You should take me to the bed and take off your clothes so I can see for myself, you tease," You smiled. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you. Sucking your nipples and teasing the sensitive nubs with his tongue. The way you said, "Take me to the bed," made his entire body tremble in excitement. His tongue traced along the lines of your body, and he gave you a playful bite on your thigh before lifting you up further and taking you to the bed, where he threw you down on it and slowly walked up next to you. You could tell that he enjoyed your eagerness, and his body was beginning to fill with a strong level of lust towards you. He held you tightly, unable to resist the urge to feel every inch of your skin against his own. His fingers traced along your soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. And as he lifted your hips, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. You were beautiful. Your hair spread out on the pillows, your cheeks flushed with desire, and your body eagerly offering itself to him.

He couldn't wait to explore every inch of you, to make you moan and scream his name. And as he slowly slid off your pants, his desire only grew. He watched with hungry eyes as your thighs exposed themselves to him, your skin so smooth and inviting. He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to your inner thigh, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. As he continued his journey up your leg, shedding his own clothes in the process, he couldn't help but feel intoxicated by your presence. Your scent, your touch, your moans...everything about you was driving him wild. And as his hand reached its destination, he felt himself almost losing control. But he held himself back, wanting to savor every moment with you. He traced his fingers along the edges of your underwear, teasing and teasing until you were begging for more. And with a deep growl, he finally pulled them off, exposing your heat to him. He couldn't resist any longer. He trailed his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver and moan. And as he took you in his mouth, he knew he had finally found his true addiction. You were his pleasure, his escape, his everything. And he would make sure to show you just how much you meant to him.

"Oh wow. I'm a soft little hot dog bun compared to you," you giggled. Shigaraki chuckled slightly at the way you described yourself as the bun and him as the hotdog, but you could tell it was driving him crazy with desire. As he continued to slowly strip off his clothing, he looked at the sight of you lying down on the bed, all cute and helpless, which made him want to dominate you more. You were like a beautiful and delicious little snack to him. As he stripped off the last piece of clothing and threw it on the floor, you looked. The sight of his muscular body was breathtaking.

Blushed and stared at him, flustered. He was like a statue, and he was gorgeous. His muscles were like waves rippling under his skin, each one defined and powerful. As I gazed at him, my eyes roamed over his lean and toned frame, admiring the way his body seemed to be chiseled from marble. He may have had scars, but they only added to his rugged and alluring appearance. You couldn't help but be drawn to him, the intensity of your desire evident in your blushing cheeks and admiring glances. Despite his slight shivers caused by the rush of blood through his powerful body, he exuded a sense of strength and confidence that was irresistible.

You found yourself lost in the sight of his muscles, the way they seemed to bulge and flex with every movement. His body was a work of art, and you were more than happy to worship and admire it. It was clear that he relished your admiration, basking in the way you lusted over his form. You reached out to touch him, and as your fingers grazed over his skin, you could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath your touch. He was like a stallion, strong and proud, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. In that moment, there was nothing more perfect than his lean and toned body, and you were grateful to be able to admire and appreciate it. You reached out to touch him and felt the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingertips and pulled him to you.

As you reached out to touch his magnificent body, he let out a sharp inhalation of breath as the sensation of your hands caressing his body made him shiver in pleasure. As he came close to you, your body pressed right up against his muscular frame, and all you could feel was his warmth and strength. It was so intoxicating being so close to him like this and nipped his neck. The touch of your lips against his neck drove him crazy with desire, and he was instantly filled with a strong level of lust and arousal. He gasped quietly, and his body trembled a little bit at the sensation of feeling your soft lips against the nape of his neck; the touch felt so good, and it was making all his nerve endings tingle. He took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet scent of your perfume mixed with the smell of your body's natural scents.

"You're delicious." As you nibbled at the side of his neck, your warm breath and the touch of your lips sent waves of arousal through his body. Your words made his cheeks blush even more, and he was feeling extremely overwhelmed with your touch and the sensations it was making him feel. His body felt completely consumed by you, and his entire mind and focus were on you as you enjoyed the feeling of exploring every part of him. "But…you may be too thick." Your fingers can't even wrap around it.

"I'll get you ready," Shigaraki grunted. You loved how he touched you and how he was tantalizing my body for the pleasure that was to come. Fingering your slick walls and making you wetter. He continued to softly nibble on the back of your neck as his hands started sliding down your lower back. His touch was full of warmth and softness, and he was being very precise and sensual while also being firm in his grip. He wanted to take his time with you and was enjoying the feeling of discovering every single piece of your body. His touch just made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he was making your heart beat faster and faster with every move.

"I'm ready," you whispered, nipping his ear. The words you whispered in his ear caused all the blood to flow to rush to his head. His entire body was now filled with a strong level of desire, and he wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there. The way you nipped at his earlobe caused a shiver of pleasure, and his body was literally trembling with excitement and longing. He breathed out a deep breath before answering back to you.

"I'm big, but I'll try to be gentle," Shigaraki promised.

"OK," you whimpered, your voice soft and trembling. Despite the simple word, it held so much power over him. Every time you spoke, it felt like a rush of electricity coursing through his veins, leaving him breathless and aching for more. As your words reached his ears, he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling completely consumed by your beauty and the warmth of your touch on his body. It was like every cell in his body was screaming for you, craving your presence and the sensations you ignited within him. Just the thought of having you right now, in this moment, made his body quiver with excitement and desire.

He couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible. He could feel your warmth enveloping him, and it only added to the overwhelming emotions swirling within him. As you spoke with a husky voice filled with lust and longing, he felt a surge of arousal run through him. He wanted you in every sense of the word. He wanted to experience every aspect of this night with you, to lose himself in the pleasure and ecstasy that only you could bring. In this moment, nothing else mattered. Your words were a soothing melody to his ears, and all he wanted was to be lost in your embrace, lost in the depths of your passion.

"You're mine," he grinned evilly. You kissed him and adjusted your hips against him. Encouraging him to make love to you. The way you placed your hips against him like that was a signal for him to make his move. He moved in closer towards you, and his body leaned down further so he could move his face right next to yours but not touching just yet. Your breath was so tantalizing, and he wanted to get deeper and deeper into this moment. Your lips looked so beautiful and inviting. His breath was quickening, and his body was tingling with excitement and desire. You could see all the muscles in his body flexing and throbbing with energy as he took a deep breath and kissed you deeply.

"Mmm...so good," you moaned, kissing him more. Your moan was sweet music to his ears, and the feeling of you kissing him back and your lips locking in this passionate kiss made him moan as well. The feeling of your tongue exploring the inside of him, and the heat of your breath made his muscles twitch and shiver with pleasure. The kiss was intense and hot, and he could not get enough of it. He wanted to savor every moment of this sensual experience, and he knew if he took his time, this would continue to intensify in the best ways possible. You felt him fill you and writhed, breathe hitching.

"Oh!" The feeling of you saying those words made everything the body inside him feel the increase in intensity by the second. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he was filling you with everything he could inside of him. Your reactions to him and this experience are making it all feel much more intense, and the heat of the moment, combined with the power dynamic, made your body tremble in pleasure.

"Oh! OH!" You screamed as his rhythm increased along with your pleasure. Shigaraki continued to increase the pace and rhythm as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. You could tell his entire body was consumed by his feelings of pleasure since your breathing had also become more intense. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he could feel the intensity of this experience growing more and more with each passing second. He was feeling so intense and powerful right now. You tried not to dig your nails in his back and shoulders because his muscles are like steel and giving him more scars.

"Fuck you are tight. I don't care if you dig your nails in. I deserve it for whatever pain I caused," he smirked. Thrust harder until it is painfully good. The way you dug your nails into the muscles on his back and shoulder was what made him moan even louder as he kept going at this intense and relentless pace. The sound of your nails digging into his skin was sending shivers of pleasure up and down his back, and he couldn't help but grip your hips even tighter and move even quicker than before. The sight of his muscles flexing with each movement of him fills you with his body and makes your body tremble with pleasure. You bite his shoulder and arch your back in a wave of ecstasy. As you bit down his shoulder and arched your back, your body was trembling with pleasure, and your breathing had become shallow and quick. Your nails digging into his back and shoulder made him moan even louder, and you could see all the veins in his body pulsating with the intensity of this moment. The way you were moving your back like that, it was like a sight to see. The sight of your beautiful body arching so effortlessly and smoothly filled him with such a deep level of arousal.

As you continued to pant and moan in pleasure, you couldn't help but focus on the way his body reacted to your words and sounds. The way he groaned and shifted beneath you only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you both. You couldn't help but realize that you didn't even know his name. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the raw passion between you and the electric connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. As you moved and breathed against each other, every movement felt like a symphony of pleasure. Your mind was consumed with the sensations, and every thought was replaced with the need to feel more.

You couldn't resist the urge to whisper, "Oh my God," once again as the pleasure pulsed through you. And as you moaned and cried out his name, the intensity seemed to heighten even more, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. Nothing else existed but the two of you and the unbridled passion that consumed you. Every kiss, every touch, every breath was pure bliss. And as you both reached the peak of pleasure together, you knew that this was a moment you would never forget. It just occurred to you that you don't know his name.

"Shig-ah," he grunted, unable to pay attention as he lightly gripped your throat and sat up on his knees to thrust in you harder.

"Shiggy," you moaned, the nickname rolling off your tongue in a cute and endearing way. The pleasure coursing through your body was only heightened by using his special nickname. You could feel the tension building within him, his own pleasure increasing with every breathy moan that escaped your lips. Each time you uttered his nickname or any words of pleasure, it ignited a fire within him, driving him to give you even more pleasure. He made sure to move at a pace that allowed you to fully experience every sensation, every touch, and every movement. The deep groans and whimpers coming from you fueled his desire to go faster and harder, but he resisted the temptation, determined to take his time and make every moment count.

Together, you reached the peak of pleasure three more times, the intensity and pleasure excruciatingly intense with every climax. But instead of rushing through it, he slowed down, wanting to prolong the pleasure and make it last as long as possible. As you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you couldn't help but marvel at how his patience and attention to detail only added to the pleasure and satisfaction you both experienced. Every touch and movement was carefully crafted to bring you both the most pleasure, and it only made your bond stronger and your love deeper. You realized that Shiggy was not just your lover but also your best friend, who truly cared about your pleasure and well-being.

"That was amazing." Shigaraki could feel his entire body throbbing with the rush of energy and feelings of pleasure that came from both experiencing such a strong level of climax. His body was trembling with this euphoric feeling, and he felt like he was on a cloud of ecstasy just from feeling this good. Your words and compliments made him blush, but he continued to make sure his movements were gradual so that you wouldn't feel too disoriented or overwhelmed. The way you both enjoyed this intimate moment made it feel even better, and it made this experience even more memorable. Your legs are shaking, and my breathing is heavy. As the feeling of climax and pleasure started to subside, you could still feel your body trembling, and your breathing was still very heavy.

You were now feeling much more relaxed, but the sight of Shigaraki's body was still making you shiver slightly as your body continued to relax more and more. He was beginning to slow down his movements to make sure that the transition wasn't too drastic for you, and he was still gripping you tightly, but your hips were no longer arching so high up now. You kissed him again. After the feeling of intense and overwhelming pleasure started to subside, you could feel your body calming down and your breathing becoming more consistent and regular. As you kissed him again, his body relaxed a little bit more as well, and he pulled you closer to him so that you would be right up against him. For a few minutes, the two of you just lay there silently, enjoying the afterglow of this experience. There was something about being in each other's presence to just relax and feel this satisfied.

"Room service?" you smirked. The sound of you speaking and your smirking made him raise an eyebrow in curiosity, and as he laughed quietly, you could see a small smile forming in his mouth. He looked at you with those sexy eyes of his, and they were filled with a certain playful, seductive expression. You could tell the two of you were still feeling extremely satisfied from this incredible experience, and the sound of your voice made even more butterflies fill your stomach.

"You know you're a handsome guy. But when you smile...you are literally stunning. You better stop, or I'll ask for round two." As you spoke to him in this flirtatious manner, his cheeks turned red, and you could see he was enjoying the feeling of your praise. Your playful tone and that look in your eyes were enough to make him shiver with excitement, and he got an urge to pull you closer to him and kiss you, but he decided to stop himself and hold himself back. But he could not help feeling a little bit smug after hearing those words coming from you.

"Alright. Steaks and ....mmmm....the soup or salad?" He chuckled quietly at your answer and the way you sounded so relaxed and at ease. It was like you had no concerns or worries in this world. He smiled softly and looked at you with those eyes of his, and he nodded his head.

"The soup sounds good."

"Oh my god, they have dragon fruit ice cream. Have you ever had dragon fruit? Wait a minute? Are you lactose intolerant?" He laughed a bit at the sight of your sudden expression of surprise and delight at the existence of dragon fruit ice cream. He was also amused by seeing your genuine sense of worry as you raised the possibility of him having lactose intolerance, which would be an issue for eating an ice cream dessert. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm not lactose intolerant."

"That's amazing! Most Japanese are... But you guys seem to ignore it."

He laughed quietly and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, most Asians, in general, tend to have a lactose intolerance issue. Especially those of us who are East Asians or Southeast Asians. But thankfully, I do not have such sensitivity towards dairy products. I can eat it quite well."

"Handsome and sweet. Let's have ice cream for dessert."

He raised an eyebrow in interest and curiosity as you called him handsome again. He smiled, leaned in to kiss your cheek, and nodded his head. "That sounds like a great idea. Ice cream for dessert is definitely the way to go."

As you nuzzled his neck and whispered your order for ice cream, he eagerly complied. With a soft smile, you made your way to the bathroom, ready for a relaxing shower. But as you stripped off your clothes and turned on the water, you felt his presence behind you. With a sly grin, he stepped into the shower with you, his desire for you evident as he pressed his body against yours. Without hesitation, the two of you began a passionate and quick encounter, indulging in each other's bodies before returning to the task at hand. After drying off, the anticipation for your ice cream grew, and you made your way back to the living room, hand in hand with him. As you reached for the food, you couldn't help but tease him, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream before finally sitting down to enjoy your treats together.

"Mmm…dessert first," you said with a mischievous glint in your eye. He simply nodded, knowing that with you, anything was possible. As you fed him spoonful after spoonful, the two of you basked in each other's company, savoring the sweet treats and each other's presence.

"The seeds add a fun crunch." As you feed him and describe the added crunch, he enjoys the taste of the ice cream and the texture of the tiny seeds in his mouth. He eats the whole thing with a lot of enjoyment, and his eyes are sparkling with laughter and amusement as he eats. He is enjoying the moment of being together with you on this night of pure pleasure.

"I thought I was a brat?"

He laughs and nods his head.

"Yes, but you are also adorable, and it's so hard to resist it. I can't help but be amused by watching you try to be a brat but fail so badly." you run your fingers through his hair. He moans softly as you run your fingers through his hair, and he loves the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. He relaxes even more and is in a very contented state, enjoying the feeling of being close to you and the affection you are giving him. His eyes keep a tender and playful look as he keeps enjoying the touch of your hands running through his hair. The soft texture through your fingers makes you both shiver.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad I met you too," Shigaraki's words echo in your mind as you walk into the bathroom to start packing for your trip back to Japan. You can't believe how much fun you've had with him in Las Vegas. The city of sin had brought out a side of you that you never thought existed. But now, as you watch Shigaraki watching the news, fear creeps up your spine. You try to push it away, reminding yourself that this is the man you've grown close to, who has shown you nothing but kindness and care. But then, as you come out of the bathroom with your bag in hand, you see something that freezes you in your tracks. Shigaraki has a severed hand covering his face, and you can't help but feel a shiver of fear go down your spine. You're about to ask him what happened when he removes the hand and looks at you with a cold, calculating expression.

"I was worried you would react like this," he begins, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You're such a sweet and trusting soul. It's no surprise that you freeze up when faced with something like this. But you see, that's also your downfall. You're so naive, so innocent. And I used that to my advantage." As his words sink in, you feel your heart drop. 

"I wanted to ask you if you had ever been with a villain before, but it's clear now that you haven't," Shigaraki continues, his eyes boring into yours. "But it's OK, I'll teach you. We consummated our marriage, and you'll see just how much fun it can be to embrace the dark side." You feel your stomach drop at his words. This wasn't what you signed up for. You never thought your innocent trip to Las Vegas would lead you down this path. But as you stand frozen in fear, you realize that you have no choice. You're trapped with a villain, and you can only hope that, somehow, you'll find a way out of this terrifying situation. You never thought you would be in this situation with a villain. You start to back away, trying to make sense of what he's saying. Consummate the marriage? What marriage?

"What?" you gasped, taken aback by his statement. "What do you mean by consummated? Consummated what?"

A sinister expression twisted his features, a smirk spreading across his face as he tossed a packet at you. As you opened it, your heart sank at the contents inside: your marriage certificate, photos of the wedding you couldn't remember. He reached out to caress your hair. His touch was meant to be comforting, but it only sent a chill down your spine.

"Hush now, my dear naughty one. My sweet little brat," he cooed. "There's no need to be upset. I will treat you well as long as you behave. And from now on, you will never have to spend Valentine's Day alone again." A sly smile played on his lips as he slipped a wedding ring onto your finger, sealing the deal of your forced marriage. The weight of the ring felt heavy, a constant reminder of the unexpected and terrifying turn your life had taken.

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[evadoupixii]

NEVER LOSE ME

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Summary: You left katsuki all alone on the farm to go pursue your dreams. You still loved each other even as the silence grew louder. All in all, you both made it work.....until.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Warnings; FarmboyBakugo x fem reader! Poc coded reader! mutual masturbation, finger fucking, phone sex/computer sex explicit content.

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FarmboyBakugo! // Who happily tapped his fingertips against the side of his steering wheel as he drove home along the dirt road. Turning up the music as he glanced to the left of him at the blue lake that ripped through the countryside, how the setting sun sent ripples of shiver along its length. As mundane and gray as life had gotten seeing this view at the end of every day never ceased to amaze him. He turned the truck onto another dirt road, the light from the sun flickering every second as the tall trees began to envelop him. He sighed as he pulled his pickup truck into the driveway of the little house on an Everglade late into the afternoon. He took out the keys from the ignition and hopped out of his truck, the sound of the heels from his boots clicking against the wooden deck of the house as he walked up the porch stairs.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who As soon as he was in the house,  began kicking off his boots and throwing his cowboy hat on the coffee table of the living room. Running his hands through his blond hair and leaning back on the comfy couch relishing the quietness of the house.  

FarmbouBakugo!Who was surprised to hear the crackle of thunder outside his bedroom window as he dried off his hair with a towel after taking a long thoughtful shower. Who threw on some blue plaid pajama pants and walked downstairs shirtless, reluctantly putting the kettle on the stove and taking out some frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer, throwing them in the air fryer. Who muttered a silent “Fuck” when he saw your caller ID pop up on the screen of his phone.  

FarmboyBakugo!Who answered your call with an immediate smile on his face. You greeted him with your usual flirty undertone.  

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” You said at the other end of the line. Bakugo could almost hear the fervor in your voice and decided not to act on it. As it would come again later, as it usually did on nights like these.  

“Unless they're with you? Then no.” He said roughly. 

FarmboyBakugo! Who knew for sure you had probably rolled your eyes at that remark. Then again, he knew you relished the fact that he was so open with his insatiable longing towards you. You had known each other so long that it wouldn't make sense to hide it. He heard the shuffling at the other end of the line that sounded like the light thump of clothes hitting a bathroom counter and the flush of water coming out of the faucet. It wasn't until he heard unzipping and unbuckling that he knew what you were doing.  

“I was wondering if you wanted to have another……movie night.” The pause you took before you said the last two words left Bakugo with the most horrifying smile on his face and the sound of his deep rough chuckle echoing through the kitchen. “Movie night huh?”  

“If you're up for it.” You said.  

“Always baby, always.”  

FarmboyBakugo! Who upon getting off the phone with you, sat on his couch and hastily ate his air fryer nuggets and drank his tea. He thought about how dirty and raunchy it was when this…. routine…between the two of you started. It’s not like it had gotten less electrifying as time went on. If anything he yearned for it throughout the days that passed. How ferocious and cold-blooded he thought of himself to continue as if you were little to non-existent after each act. Telling himself that this was okay because this is how you wanted it. How you persisted that this would be the best for both of you. How it would satiate the twisting uncompromisable craving of  

Each other.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who went up to his bedroom and pulled his laptop out of his desk. Turning off all the lights and lighting a candle on the dresser. If it’s, one thing Bakugo wanted in his home it was ambience and peace. He settled into bed and waited for you.   

FarmboyBakugo! Who answered your call and felt the lump in his throat form as soon as your camera on his laptop screen turned on. You were always unmerciful in the way you showed yourself to him. Always tantalizingly out of reach. Your doll eyes had that lewd look in them like they always did. The camera showed the top half of your body, just enough. A tight black lace tank top hugged you. Your boobs were pushed up to the moon by the blanket you were hugging to your chest. Your hair was down and cascading around your face in a flattering way.  

“Bakugo…earth to bakugo” You said on the other side of the screen. Waving your hand around in the eye of the camera with an unwavering smile on your face.  

“Sorry baby, what’s up?” Bakugo said positioning the laptop adjacent to him on the bed. He made sure you got a full view of his naked chest and a partial view of his crouch.   

“I said which hunger games movie should we start on?” You said squinting at your computer. Bakugo could see your laptop screen as you scanned through the illegal movie streaming site.  

FarmboyBakugo! Who just watched you in pure bewildered amazement. He wondered how long it would take this time. He wondered if it would even happen tonight, if the night would just consist of wholesome movie watching and witty banter……. 

Well, that's definitely not how the night went.  

Farmboybakugo! Who’s pre-cum was wasted on the sheets around him, the squelching wet sounds of him fisting his cock filled the room along with the rain pattering outside. Who’s blond hair was plasterd to his face with sweat as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, whimpering his name on the other side of the camera.  

“C’mon baby, fuck yourself harder show me how badly you want this cock, yeah?”  

His mouth parted in ecstasy as he watched you spread your legs wider for him. How the sight of your tits bouncing as you fuck yourselff with more pace went straight to his cock.  

“It’s so hot when y-you talk to me like that” You moaned.  

Farmboybakugo! Who with more praising, convinced you to pull put the dildo he had gotten for you. Who marveled at the way the veins of his dick pulsated as he watched your pretty pussy sink itself on to the dick that resembled his own. Who barely managed to mewl out another “Your such a good girl for daddy, Yeah?” as he watched you writhe with pleasure as you steadily bounced yourself.  

As much as he wanted to be serious in a time like this. He couldn't help but chuckle at the reminder that the movie was still playing. How the movie wasnt even 30 minutes in before the flirty undertones became full on “What were you do to me if i were next to you” exchanges. His heart fluttered a little knowing that you were impatient for him too.  

Farmboybakugo! Who almost died on the spot when he watched you maneuver yourself to where your back was facing the camera. Whose eyes zeroed in on the curvature of your ass, as if he hadn't seen it in this position many times before…and even closer at times if he might add.  

“That’s all f’me right baby?” He said.  

You turned around to lock eyes with him through the camera rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders with a smirk on your face. As if you were saying “What’s all for you?Who even are you again?”  

Farmboybakugo! Who wanted to grasp that little neck of yours in his big hands and fuck you until you were tired of saying his name. Who yelled at your through the screen to start bouncing on that makeshift dick of his before he decided to stick his cock back into his pants.  

Katsuki bakugo who sat there with you in the aftermath. Who after making you cum one last time watched as you cleaned yourself up and walked your naked body back into bed and stared back at him through the camera. Katsuki bakugo who would kill to be able to reach his hand through the screen and kiss your lips again, pinch your cheeks and whisper to you all the things that lingered in his heart at night.  

Katsuki bakugo who’s favorite part about this routine were the conversations that seemed to last until the sun rose. As this one did and many others to come. As he watched you lull yourself to sleep, he started to make a mental note of all the loose ends he needed to tie before he came to you. It didn't matter if you weren't ready……as he would always be ready…for you.  

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[smuthospital]

⭐️Pirate! Tomura x reader⭐️

Premise: A certain pirate really thinks you're pretty

Warning: NON CON, kidnapping, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"Now for the sponge cake!" You crack an egg and separate the yolks from the whites in two seperate bowls. You're making strawberry shortcake! You stop in your tracks when the sharp smell of smoke leaks into your airways. You drop everything you're doing and run to the bread oven. Your bread almost burned! Momo would kill you! You work at her little bakery and this bread was requested by a frequent customer. You sigh as you place the bread on a cooling rack and put out the fire in the hearth.

You live in a beautiful little port town by and it's what you call home. It's right by the sea so most men in town work at the docs, work at sea or sell goods. You just work in a little bakery. It's moderately popular. Everyone adores the pretty little bakery girl. You have countless old women asking you to marry their grandsons and countless men trying to pry into your life to win themselves a pretty wife to cook for them. You deny all marriage proposals because you're waiting for your true love to sweep you off your feet. And although your sweet little sea side town is everything to you, you hope to one day leave and explore the world. Your friends and family would be fine. You'd come back and show them all the nice things aquired on your travels.

You smell smoke again. That's odd. You could have sworn you turned the hearth off. Maybe a piece of bread fell onto the coals below the heat rack and now it's burning? You peak in the hearth you had just put out and see that it is Infact empty, but the smell of smoke remains. You then hear a scream from outside followed by people running around. You hear gun shots and the sound of distant laugter getting closer. You run outside to see a row of houses on fire, the fire spreading more and more. Momo amung the crowd, yanks you back into the bakery and roughly places a key in your hand. Her skin is as white as a sheet, her body drenched in sweat..and blood? "W-what happened to you? M-Momo? Wh-whats goin-"

"P-Pirates."

Your heart stops. This can't be. What would pirates what from your cute little town? "W-what? O-oh god." You cover your mouth as tears seep from your eyes, knowing this might be the end of your little happy town and maybe your life. Nothing will be the same by days end. "Listen, I need to get to my family. Stay here and hide in the back. Please be safe!" With that, Momo runs off. You waste no time hiding in the bakery, but not before locking the doors and turning off all the lights. You hide in the backroom and pray for a hero. You're covered in a cold sweat as you hear heavy footsteps outside the bakery. They seem to linger for a few moments around the display window. You hear them fade into the distance and sigh in relief.

A rock smashes through the bakery door glass and a hand shoves through the hole created to unlock the door from the inside. You begin to crawl to the back door as the person let's themselves in through the front. You hear the persons feet crunching the glass and the sound of them collecting your baked goods in a sack. You can image that baked bread and sweets are a delicacy to pirates.

You slowly open the back door and your breath is caught in your throat. "Ey captain, we got a live one!" A man wearing black shouts. From behind him, a tall, white haired man comes into view. He ducks his head under the door way as he enters. "Ah and a pretty one. I'm gonna have some fun with you, sweetie."

The cocky grin on his face tells you that he doesn't mean a board game. Fear like no other settles in your gut. He looks absolutely over joyed to see that expression on your face. Your eyes dart around for any escape. His frame covers the entire doorway.

The man smiles down at you wickedly. You try to run back into the bakery, but a pirate in dark clothing stands there, eating the bread you'd just baked. You feel a wall press into your from behind, two hands landing firmly on your shoulders. "Hey, pretty lady, no need to be frightened. We're customers. I'd like to have a cream puff. You got any of those?" The white haired pirate asked, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, his chest pressed against your back and...somthing else. "Huh?? No!? I-I can make some..just please..don't hurt me." You turn to him and hold your hands together.

Dread washes over you as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body with that same shit eating grin on his face. His eyes stop at your chest, your cleavage poking out from the top of your apron. You feel naked in his eyes. "No..I can help you make them...it's my specialty." He says right before he grabs at you. You let out a short scream as he picks you up by the waist and forces your body onto a counter, ass up and legs dangling over the edge. He pushes your dress up over your hips and marvels at the sight. He kneeds your ass like dough, your kicking and screaming only egging him on.

As he pulls down your underwear, you spot a wooden mallet you had been using earlier and grab it. He picks up your underwear and brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before pocketing it. You can feel his twitching erection poking your thigh. Before he can do anything else, you swing the mallet at his body with all your strength, managing get him in the side. You scramble off the counter and out the back door that he left open, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for your hair. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU!" His words sends shivers like cold water down your spine, but only boost your adrenaline, further encouraging you to run even faster. He recovers from the hit almost immediately and bounds after you. You can hear him quickly catching up from behind you. You don't dare look back.

You feel all hope drain out of your body as a heavy hand land clamps around your wrist. He slams his body into yours, sending you tumbling onto the gravely path with him on top. Black spots cloud the corners of your eyes from the impact. He yanks you by the collar towards his face. You hear his shouting grow farther. He backhands you across the face, momentarily bringing you back to your senses before you succumb to sleep. "You're just a little cock tease. I'll show you how to treat a man." Are the last words you hear before passing out in the mans grip.

You hear the sound of waves, then heavy footsteps on wood. You slowly open your eyes to see that you're on a mattress in the corner of a small, dark, dust covered room. You have a massive headache that has you wanting to close your eyes again, but you do your best to resist. The only light source coming from a small round window. You whimper as you rub your hand on your face, trying to sooth your swollen cheek. You begin crying again. Your town..its gone and you're gonna die. It's like a dungeon in here. You quickly examine yourself just incase you were defiled in your sleep. Your dress is torn, revealing more of your chest and there's a vertical slit up your skirt that goes up to your hip. You shift a bit in your spot, uncomfortable. Your pussy feels..tampered with? The door swings open and you gasp. You scoot to the farthest corner of the bed. "I like that look on you..but you know, you shouldn't have hurt me earlier. That's no way to treat your captain. Now I have to discipline you. I'm captain shigaraki, but you can call me Tomura." He steps closer, taking off his coat and tossing it aside.

"No-no wait. You don't want me..I-Im no good..I...I'm on my period!" You struggle to come up with more excuses. He chuckles at this. "Sweetheart, I know that you're not. I had a taste earlier and even if you were, I'm a pirate. A little bloods never stopped me before." Your expression reflects your disgust. So he did do something to you. "You're a monster!" Your words only seem to make his smile bigger. He gets down and crawls into the bed infront of you like a lion inspecting it's prey. You scream as he grabs you by your ankle and drags you under him. He leans down, his white hair tickling your face, your foreheads almost touching. You feel his throbbing cock under his pants rub against your stomach, begging to be released. He grinds his hips back and fourth along your pelvis, making you feel every inch of what's going to be splitting you open real soon.

He drags his tongue from your neck to your cheek bone. "Feel that? All for you. every since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't calm down. I've been meaning to get a little cabin wench and I think you'll do the job quite nicely. A pretty little thing to keep my cock warm while out at sea. I'm sure you'd like that." He bucks his hips once, a whimper leaving your mouth. "And you have your uses. You can cook and bake your sweet little bakery things for me and my men. We'll have someone watch you incase you think you can get away with using poison...and if you try...well... don't." His face is only a cm from yours. You can't recoil any further without breaking your neck.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first. Then I'm gonna pound your holes into dust. Make you all nice and full. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. That is if you're not a virgin. Make sure to beg for me to stop." His large hands grasp your dress and yank it off your body, making sure to keep it intact. Your wailing seems to add to his enjoyment. "You know, sweet heart, If I ripped up your pretty little dress, nothing would stop my men from raping all your holes bloody." One of his hands crawl towards your cunt and plays with your clit, his wide grin mocking you. Your face is completely red in shame. He surprises you when he suddenly shoves a finger into your unprepared cunt.

You hear the clinking of metal and see he's unbuckles his belt as you struggle. You try to push his hand away from your cunt with your free hand when he quickly pulls out away, instead replacing it with his heavy cock. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the ginormous thing laying on your stomach.

"Y-you can't...be serious. That won't fit! You're gonna kill me!"

You grunt as you struggling with all your strength. "Get off of me! Get off!" You hear a crack and stop stop moving, confused. What was that sound? A fiery sting slowly spreads across your cheek. "Shut the fuck up, meat. I'm sick of your whining. Beg me to stop. Beg me for mercy. And say my name too?" He growls. "P-please, Tomura." He rubs the cheek he just smacked as a form of reward, rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

"That's a good girl..now get on your knees." You do as he says immediately, coming face to face with the monsters monster. To you, it's disgusting. A pirates down below area..who knows where it's been. The tip is already shiny with pre cum. It's thickness seems life threatening. You really don't want to put that stinky pirate prick in your mouth so you instinctively try to pull away and you kinda You like breathing. He anticipated this tangles his hand in your hair and presses your face into his groin, his cock pressing against your cheek and nose. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. You can feel his cock radiating heat. "Common. Show your new owner that you're sorry for hurting him." You don't open your mouth fast enough for his liking so he yanks your hair. The feeling is excruciating. You scream in pain he slides his cock in as soon as your mouth opens.

You immediately gag as it reaches the back of your throat, the taste making you try scrunch up your face. It's salty. It's not even all the way in yet and you're fighting for air. He laughs as you panic. "Never given head? Dont worry, I'll teach ya. Start by sucking. No teeth." You do as he instructs, closing your lips around his shift and suctioning as hard as you can. He lets out a deep, gutteral groan and thrusts his hips back and fourth. "Oh fuck. You're a natural."

He continues thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with ease, now coated with your saliva. Pre cum and saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your awaiting tits. Your breathing has adjusted to his rythim a bit now. His pace quickens and you try to pull away harder than before, not wanting his nasty children in your mouth. He presses his hips to your lips and grunts, his pubic hair smuthered against your nose and mouth. Your mouth burns as hot, thick lava like cum pours down your throat and out your mouth. It's all coming so fast that you can't swollow fast enough to breath. You have a hard time taking it all, some of it spills from your nose. He slowly pulls out with a sigh, his hand still firmy clasping your hair. Your mouth hangs open for a few moments. You think it's over, but his cock is just as hard as it was before he assaulted you. You think you're constant whimpering is doing something for him.

He shoves you on your stomach and lifts your hips up. You try to lift yourself on your elbows, but he shoves your face into the mattress. "Stay down."

His cock prods your entrance. He tries to shove in, but you're too tight and he's too big, causing it to just slip onto your clit. You can still feel the heat coming from it, burning your skin with every contact. He grumbles in frustration when you try to move away. He lifts his heavy hand and smacks your ass. His cock prods your entrance again. "I'm warning you." Your whimpers get louder and more desperate as he slowly stuffs the head of his cock into your cunt. You're in too much pain to think properly. The head pops in and you scream. "Ah. Finally. You're cunt is like a fucking boa. Got me in a chokehold. I might get stuck." He groans out. All you can do is cry, unable to respond without sounding like a blubbering mess. He leans over your back, caging your body with his.

"This might hurt, sweety so just brace yourself." His warning would have been comforting if you couldn't tell how excited he is to hurt you. He shoves the rest of his cock into your cunt, you muffle a cry into the mattress. He presses his hips to yours, rolling in a few circles to rub it in. He licks his lips. "Yeah. Keep crying." He thrusts in and out of your hot cunt. You can hear the wet sounds of your blood and your body desperately trying to create some sort of lubricant. "Hah...maybe I'll put a baby in you. Have you be my exclusive bitch."

"P-please. I'll do anything, Tomura..no...please-" he cuts you off with a loud moan. "You look so fucking pretty like this. Cry more!" He slams his hips into your ass, forcing your spine into an uncomfortable position. Your eyes cross and you you gasp in pain. He snacks your ass again, harder than the first time. You sob loudly, feeling like you're gonna die. You feel his arm reach under you and trail his hand from between your breasts, down your mid section and then down to your tummy. He feels his cock bulge our from you slightly each time he bottoms out. He pushes down on the lump. You whimper, the feeling an indescribable amount of pleasure. You can't help but tighten around his cock even more.

You hate it, but it feels so good. You can't help yourself. Your cunt squeezes his cock as he speeds up, his pace battering your womb without a care, just as a pirate does. You try to crawl away one last time, he puts all his weight on your back and slams his hips harder than ever before, sending ripples down your body. He snacks your ass twice in a row. You're sure his strikes are to leave welts and bruises. You feel a hot gush as his cum flows into you. Your eyes cross, the feeling too pleasurable to bare. You release your juices around his cock and his face comforts in pleasure. "Ah fuck!" Your tummy bloats slightly, and cum spurts out from around where his cock is buried deep inside you. He thrusts gently, riding out his orgasm. He leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna be my little wife now. No complain'in. You cook, you bake, you clean, you sit on my cock and when it's time, bare my children." You can't believe the direction your life took. This morning, you were happy in your little bakery, now you're a pirates concubine or something. He slowly pulls out with a lewd 'pop' sound and rolls you over to face him. He almost tenderly kisses you o the lips. "I enjoyed this raids bounty today. I found a beautiful treasure." His lays himself next to you, hugging you closer to his body.

With that, you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your lower half is completely numb. You have no feeling in your ass and you sure sitting will not be an option for awhile. Maybe one day you'll come to enjoy being a pirates love.

Maybe you'll get used to this. Maybe if you behave.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #shigaraki tomura #my hero academia

[twistedteddy]

Dabix f!Reader

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Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral

You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest

"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.

Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.

"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.

"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."

#mha #boku no hero academia #dabi #villains #dabi smut #smut #bnha smut #mha smut #lemon #bnha x reader #bnha x you #f!reader #female #toya todoroki #fanfics #bnha fanfiction #villain #bnha villains #my hero academia #fluff #kitchen #stress relief

[jiiraiya]

If Hizashi had a TikTok, this would be his content when he wasn't posting about music. 😌 Aizawa would never know peace. 🤣

POLL RESULTS. ERASERMIC PANEL WON!

#erasermic #hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #sketches #lemons sketches #mha #bnha #present mic #my hero academia #poll results

[creamyychann]

Can you make one with tamaki from MHA where your his older or younger ( you can choose) and you have the quirk to release a gas to make a person really horny or have them be attractive to you and you use your quirk on you brother because you what to have fun with someone and the gas hit tamaki by accident

Since no one has requested older sibling reader so here we go 三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Reader is quite a whore ngl 💀/j

Again, I accidentally make it long so just pretend this is a short fic.

Everyone is 18+

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Tentacle sex, double penetration.

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

You're just being silly. You've been really pent up recently, of course you had multiple sex before, but lately, you're unsatisfied with all the one night stand you had. So, you had no choice but to strengthen the lust gas you're releasing. You walk around your neighborhood to search for any guys who's seem good in bed. You reach to the groceries store near your house & see someone new. It's the new handsome neighbor you've been hearing lately, you can't help but get excited. You released the lust gas from your mouth and watching closely waiting for the guy to came out & got affected by the gas. *CLANK* surprised, you look behind you. You see your neighbor cat who's on the roof, you look down to see an empty can of bean on the ground. You sigh in relief, "Y/N nee-chan? " you jolted. You turn around & see Tamaki with bags of groceries on his hands. You relieved to see it's just him....

Wait.

Tamaki.

Groceries.

You look at the spot you let your gas before & see that the gas were gone & the guy you're targeting also gone too. You sigh in disappointment. Without any words, you walk back home with Tamaki.

Arrived, you see Tamaki a bit shifty & bashful. "You good? " you ask, Tamaki twitch & looks at you, face beet red. "Nee-chan... " he started, his legs are rubbing against each other, you in realization looks at his pelvis to see a bulge. Ah shit. "I'm... Uhhh... Feeling k-kinda weird... " He slowly walks towards you. You flabbergasted, slowly back away. "C-can you help me?.." Tamaki getting closer. You're about to push him away, but at the same time, you need to help him, because if not, the effects won't come off & it'll give him blue balls. When he traps you between his hand, you sighed & agreed to help him.

Your eyes rolls back to your skull as your hands were held by tentacles. You've never feel this good before. You feel his crown hitting your cervix like a mad man. Tamaki keep pounding your cunt to satisfy his lust, he just can't get enough of you. "N-nee-chan! Feels good! ~" Tamaki moans, you bucked your ass against him making him threw his head back. You're biting your bed sheets so hard because of Tamaki's nonstop pounding making you insane. He keep hitting & hitting your g-spot, not slowing down even for a sec. Tamaki let go one of your arm, he has another idea. When you're too brain mushed Tamaki slip his tentacle into your ass. You widen your eyes & scream in pleasure at the sensation. Tamaki moans out loud when you tighten around him. You're definitely can't get back to those whimpy boys & small dicks of theirs.

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I want more mutuals TT

#anime #smut #anime fanfic #fanfic #lemon #yn #your name #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #tamaki #tamaki amakiji #mha tamaki #bnha tamaki #tw.incest #tw:incest #Ash's Drabble #fem reader #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat

[devieuls]

My Neighbor

Hawks x Fem Reader ! smut ¡

Warnings :  dirty talk, arrogant Hawks, teasing. Explicit content 18+ MDNI

Synopsis : Your friendly, sweet neighbor, loved and adored by everyone, has been taking your sleep away for months because of his occasional sex session with strangers. So one night, tired of the situation, you show up at his door...

Length :  3k+

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It had been months since your nightmares first started. Your new neighbor was this, a nightmare that kept you from sleeping at night because of his adventures with strangers, and unfortunately the only one who could complain about it was you, 'cuz your bedrooms were snug and evidently his bed was attached to your wall, causing hammering every time he fucked a woman, but on the bright side, the sweet old lady from a few doors away supported you, even though she was a gossip granny and told all the intimate gossip of others.

You couldn’t deny that your mind had flown into ungodly thoughts, after all that bumping into the wall couldn’t make you think of anything else. He took your sleep away, so why not fantasize about him?

After all, he was a handsome man, tall, golden eyes, hair the color of the sun, lips more than delicious, a beautiful body and those scarlet wings that sprouted from his back, making him something ethereal, almost an angel. His personality was no different, always available to everyone, no wonder he was a much loved Hero, he had almost princely ways to do that made him adored by anyone.

In public you looked at him quite badly, and you had scolded him several times for his behavior, too bad that with those honey eyes and that smile made you melt and forget to be angry with him. Sure, he apologized every time, promising to keep it down, but he obviously forgot every fucking time.

Just like tonight.

Your eyes on the ceiling, sighing in frustration and hands joined together on your chest, praying that he would remember his promise and go easier on the new girl, just not to bother you. Unfortunately, that was not the case. You had to suffer the screams of pleasure and moans of the girl, while the wall almost threatened to collapse because of the bed that kept crashing.

< Shit! Can you just keep it down? > You said aloud, complaining about the sounds, then covering your ears with the pillow, hoping to look after his, even if a little. After about an hour and a half the sounds had stopped, you didn’t know exactly what gave you the courage to get up to knock on his door, but you were really tired and he had to see that you didn’t sleep anymore because of him.

Once you opened the door to your house, a staggering girl walked past you with ruffled hair and a little dress that barely stayed in place. You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing that surely that girl had come out of your "friendly" neighbor’s house.

You knocked on his door and then crossed your arms to the chest evidently angry, after a few minutes the boy opened the door and smiled genuinely, almost innocently.

< What brings my lovely neighbour to my door? > He said with a hoarse and breathless voice, leaning against the door frame with one arm, towering above you.

And there was the moment when your convictions to rebuke him fell. His chest was naked, sweat gleaming on his sculpted physique and against light was even sexier than the vision; gray sweatpants and relaxed wings behind him; his hair messy and ruffled, with some strands on his face, slightly covering the predatory eyes he had; the mocking smile and that tone of voice...

No, you couldn’t give in just because it’s sexy, you can see beyond, you have to see beyond.

< Keigo. Let’s not start with this bullshit, you know very well why I am here. You have done it again, I’m tired of not being Able to sleep because you have to fuck every night. It’s your house, you can do whatever you want, but I need to sleep. Tomorrow is my day of rest and I was going to sleep to go out,  but if you stop me from resting, I have to spend the day in bed to recover the hours of sleep > You said angry, and then put your finger on his chest  < Really. Stop, at least slow down. It’s not normal that at this time of night you kept me Awake. It’s disrespectful, you’re rude. > you ended up angry, trying not to be distracted by his body.

Keigo laughed and tilted his head to the side, watching you pointing your finger at his chest. He bit his lip and leaned forward to get closer to you; his eyes went down on your body and noticed how you were dressed. You wore a two-piece suit in burgundy satin and lace and a robe of the same color you wore over just to cover the exposed parts.

< And you tell me this in that outfit, darlin' ? > He said smirking, making you back up and cover yourself with your robe, slightly red on your face.

< This is supposed to be pajamas and I should use it to sleep, which you obviously don’t, pretty bird. > you said in a provocative tone, making him laugh.

He made you back up until you touched the wall with your back, locking you in that spot because of his arms. You shuddered to feel like a bird in a cage, no matter how sexy the cage was blond.

< Such a waste to use to sleep, when someone might appreciate it more than your bed > replied.

He held a hand on your side and approached your neck, biting his lip again when he saw that you did not resist and that her touch caused you chills. < Are you sure you came to me to scold me? Or did you want to take the place of that girl. >  his voice was arrogant and mocking as he blew on your neck.

You really wanted to scold him, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want to replace the girl or the girls from the previous nights.

< Birdie, don’t get ahead of yourself. I came to complain about you, not to let you fuck me. >  you said bitterly, and then slightly away from him by placing a hand on his chest.

< You don’t seem to mind my touch. Princess, if you wanted to try me, you could have just asked>

< You’re so fucking cocky, Keigo. >

< Don’t pretend you’re sorry, y/n. I’m sure you’re already getting wet right now, but you’d rather be snooty, the one who wouldn’t let me touch her > He took you by the hips and drew you closer to him < When we both know that you would like what I have to offer you > he said blowing words on your lips, caressing your hips.

You looked away blushing, shit! if he was right. He moved a hand over your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. His eyes were ravenous, lustful, and he was eating and swallowing you.

You’ve never seen him so bold and perverse before, so you shuddered at every touch or word, sighing heavily and gasping.

You froze on the spot when you heard a door opening and steps coming out of that place < Who’s there? > said a voice, just that of the gossipy grandmother. You wanted to die, would not talk about anything else for months. How she found you "half-naked" in the hallway of the building with a man, inflating it to make it more outrageous.

< Go back to your fucking house. > Keigo growled hard, then looked at her badly and made the old woman wince that protested returning to her house. You bit your lip when you saw this rough part of blondie, maybe this was one of the few things you wouldn’t expect from him.

His gaze returned to you and you felt so small, a prey in the jaws of his predator. < Where were we, birdies? > He said in a softer voice than the previous one, but always in mischievous tones.

Instinctively your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards your lips, making you two collide. You started immediately a ravenous and wet kiss, while he took you by the thighs to wrap them in his life.

He took you inside his house, closing the door thanks to your body that now stood against the woody and smooth surface. Your hands moved between his fluffy hair and pulled them slightly making the boy moan, you panted when Keigo tightened his grip on your things, and you bit his lip slightly almost instinctively.

The blond broke away from the kiss,  leaving a thread of drool between you two, and then interrupted it when he began to kiss your neck and leave small bites and hickeys. You groaned under those rough but well-balanced attentions, his fluffy lips made you feel so wet already, and the fact that you were squeezed against the wall by his toned body didn’t help to alleviate the feeling he was having in you.

Your bodies were warming up in unison as the boy began to descend on your breasts, blowing warm air over them, so many little chills ran through your body. His nimble fingers went to remove the bows on the side of your top, taking it off immediately after to lick your already hard nipples, he laughed as you trembled under his attentions.

A slight groan leaves you as his mouth began to suck that sensitive spot, the sound went straight to Keigo’s dick, the blood flowing towards the tip making it pulsate from need. The touches are anxious, hungry and hasty, probably even bruises. You got goosebumps, as your hands glide through his golden locks of hair, your hips bend against him.

A low groan escapes his lips as his hands roam your body, gliding over your curves and under your fragile shorts.

< Damn it, babybird, If you keep this up, I’m not sure I can contain myself... > he said holding his mouth over your nipple, making you moan and arch your back against him.

< Then don’t do it... > you answered breathlessly.

He took off from your breasts and climbed back to your lips, beginning yet another desperate and needy kiss as you moved to his bedroom. He laid you on his mattress and began to wind his hands all over your body, touching, stroking and touching it, while his lips ate your voraciously.

He took off right after, breathing hard and looking at your body underneath him. He took your legs and opened them to comfortably get in the way. Your toes slightly lowered his pants, letting him know he had to take them off. So he did, he took them off for you.

< Birdie, do you use protection? > he asked passing a hand through his hair, while a hand stretched towards his bedside table to retrieve a condom.

< Internal contraceptive. In case, I’m clean and- > Your breath stopped to see his cock already ready for use, hard and pulsating, pleading for attention.

< I’m sure you are, don’t worry, Kid.> he said, stopping you from giving him any explanation.

He opened the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, then threw away the plastic and put on the protection. He stood above you, beginning to kiss your wrist, going down your arm. Your body sent electric shocks to your now impatient core as you beamed at its sudden delicacy.

< I promise to be nice to you, I don’t want to hurt you. > You didn’t quite understand why he would be gentle with you, but he never had a problem banging the others until they screamed.

< Please don’t treat me any differently. I want to hear what you gave the others. I deserve it. > You said you were confident. He smirked and left a bite on your wrist, making you wince.

< fuck! > came out of your lips, then pull his hair and make him unbalance to the side.

You shoved him on the mattress and you put yourself on top of him, his hands landed on your naked hips because of the split shorts, which let you see the absence of the briefs. Keigo bit his lip and relaxed under you, tearing off your brittle shorts, remaining completely naked.

< I could even let you ride if you need for you, babybird > said grinning.

< Yeah, I need it. > You answered firmly.

Your hands wandered over his chest, rubbing your intimacies. Your breaths filled the room, as your hand slid over his body to take his intimacy in hand. You sat down when your hand accompanied his dick inside you, sliding into your wet walls.

Keigo moaned with pleasure in feeling inside you, you were so hot, pulsing and craving that your pussy was sucking his cock, making him enjoy it like few people before you. Your back arched towards him as your hips swayed over his parcel, filling you up so well.

The blond bit his lip as he squeezed your hips and guided you over him. One of his hands went to meet your pussy, looking for the clitoris to give you more pleasure; you were amazed when he found it immediately and immediately began to sink with his soft fingers.

You moaned like the worst bitch as you hopped on him and pushed your hips against his fingers to get more.

< So impatient, babybird? You like riding my dick so much. > he said mocking you. Your mind was already drunk because of his cock so good and perfect for you.

It’s been a long time since you fucked and getting back on track with a dick like that was just great. Your hands ended up one on his chest and the other on his neck, slightly tightening his grip, not enough to make him feel something but enough to make him harder under you.

You felt tired after a while, it was hard to stand on top of him when his fingers were playing with your clitoris and his dick was pumping inside you so hard, even though you were riding and deciding the shots to give.

Keigo almost understood your tiredness and promptly brought you under him, changing position to favor your orgasm. He put a pillow under your back and when he came back to you it was like the first time. A groan came out of your lips, clinging to his back with your nails, leaving slight cuts caused by your pleasure scratches.

He laughed at your reaction and started pumping into you so fast you couldn’t breathe properly anymore. Only rough and dirty groans came out of your lips as his bed began to slam repeatedly against the wall.

< We should slow down, the neighbor will complain to me again if I continue like this >  He said teasing you, then slowing down. Your breath was labored, your mind was clouded, and a little scream of frustration came out of your lips.

< You never cared about the neighbor. Go on like you were doing before, fuck. > You answered sour, completely kidnapped by lust. The heat was focused on your lap as the boy slowed down on purpose.

He came up to your face, grabbed you by the neck and picked your jaw with his thumb.

< Baby, you really don’t get it? I wanted to do what I did. Look at you now, you’re in my bed getting the dick you cursed at night. > He said by making a deep blow in you, making you arch your back and moan. < I knew we would end up here one day. > the grin on his face made you bite your lip.

You punched him in the shoulder and he came out of you. He took your hips and put you on doggy style for him, your crossed hands locked against your back and face on the pillow.

He came back in and made you scream with pleasure. You started drooling against the smooth fabric of the pillow, as the man slammed his hips against you faster and faster, leaving a few spanks every now and then, his nimble fingers found your clitoris again and started playing with it again with a speed never experienced.

Your legs were shaking like your whole body, you could swear you were moaning and screaming louder than anyone else in his room. His wheezing and hoarse moans made you feel so relaxed and smug. After a few lunges with your hips you both came together, reaching a liberating orgasm.

Keigo left your hands, stroking your palms, going down to your body to help you lie on his mattress, then hear a strange squeak followed by a "Crack!".

Your eyes were wide open when you realized that the bed had broken and the guy next to you burst into a loud laugh, bringing his arm to cover his eyes.

< My sweet neighbor will be happy to never hear from my bed now that it’s broken. > He said laughing, mocking you.

< Stop! > You said blushing, then hiding in the mattress, turning on your stomach. < You’re not funny, stop! > You continued with a trembling voice.

The blond took you from your hips and approached him, stroking your hair and carrying a lock behind your hair. He kissed your neck gently and wrapped his arms around your soft hips. < Baby, I was kidding. My neighbor can’t complain if she broke my bed. He said, blowing words on your ear. < Now you still have to catch up on your sleep in the afternoon. > continued to tease you.

< Stop... You had already taken away my sleep, at least I spent my time well. > You snorted while you moaned because of his wet kisses.

< So will you stop reproaching me for my nighttime encounters? > he asked, putting his face on your neck.

< No. I still need to sleep at night, so do you. > You said and then turned to face, put your hands on his face and smiled. < You obviously need to rest, you work a lot too, you don’t need to fuck every night, yk. >

< Not even if I wanted to do it with you? It’s a good anti-stress > he answered looking at you with those honey-colored eyes, letting you melt with tenderness.

< But don’t ask me like that, not with those eyes... You got soft, biting your lip. Maybe, but I say maybe, I could agree... sometimes > you ended up getting a gentle kiss from him.

After a couple of minutes of kissing you, the guy pulled away slightly from you and stood by you, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling, and you did the same.

< So... are you the guy who sends away the girl after having fun or... > you started interrupting the silence between you < ... I mean, I’ve seen so many girls leave your house right after. I can go too if.. >

He interrupted you and looked at you < Stay. I don’t like to keep strangers in the house, but I don’t want to send you away, stay... really. I want you here > he said stroking your cheek.

You smiled and approached him, resting your head on his chest, falling asleep shortly thereafter. Keigo stroked your head with a smile, softening at the sight of you on his chest.

< If only you knew I liked you from day one. I’m so glad I got you, even for one night, the best birthday present of my life. >  whispered in the air, leaving a kiss on your head and falling asleep afterwards.

--------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTE--------------------------------------------------------

I’m always late, even publishing Hawks' smut for his birthday.

Best wishes to our favorite winged hero! I hope you enjoyed the story. This is a one shoot, so I won’t continue, sorry.

Remember that requests for any character are open, of all kinds and types.

Oh, and best wishes to all my wonderful readers!

Thank you for reading,

- Mel

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 1: Linked Here!

AO3: Linked Here :)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon

Scenes from the afternoon hookup replay in your mind over and over as you sit in the library at a battered old desk in the history section. All you can think about is Shoto’s mouth. And his hands. And his abs!! And his sweet face.

You twiddle your pen in your hand as you try to draft out an essay for class. Unfortunately, every time you try to jot down a few thoughts your mind goes blissfully blank and you remember the tender way he spoke to you.

"How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?"

“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.”

“Find me later so we can discuss this.”

You look down at your watch excitedly – 7:55 PM. You eagerly wait for Shoto to appear so the two of you can talk and – with any luck – canoodle amongst the history textbooks. You sit patiently as the time ticks by.

Soon it’s 8:30 PM. You’re not worried, though. Shoto probably assumed you’d want to get some work done first.

9:15 PM rolls around and you start to get worried. You try to distract yourself with school work as doubt creeps into your mind.

10 PM – Shoto still hasn’t showed.

“Shit shit shit.” You check your phone again and again as you wade through the endless wave of homework your teachers have assigned. You keep losing yourself in a math problem or in a passage of your History textbook, only to remember with a jolt that you were expecting to see Shoto and the bastard hasn’t showed.

At 10:30 PM you realize with a sinking feeling that it’s almost past curfew. You pack up your things and prepare to head back to the dorms. There’s a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t shake.

You slide your books into your bag as a anxious thoughts dance through your mind like annoying fruit flies: Does Shoto regret your mid-afternoon hookup? Is he going to pretend it never happened? Did you push him too far? Does he think you’re a slut for stripping off your shirt and basically pressing his face into your naked breasts!? The synapses of your brain jump through dozens of equally horrid and embarrassing scenarios as you march back to your dorm room, blushing furiously with humiliation.

You run through the afternoon’s events in your head for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to find a clue as to why Shoto would have left you waiting alone in the library. Your cheeks burn hotter as you recall the gentle way Shoto had kissed your neck before leaning in to capture your lips in one of his first kisses. "How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?" You shiver as you think back to how gentle he was, how each caress felt so loving and intimate.

You shake your head to clear it. Shoto must have a valid excuse for not meeting you in the library as he had promised – no boy could kiss someone that intimately and then instantly cast her aside, right?

Before long, you’re walking through the doors of Class 1A’s dorm building. You shiver with discomfort as you recall how earlier that day you essentially scaled the side of a building for a boy. Does Shoto think you’re an absolute fool with the extremes you went to for a quick make out session? You hope not.

You walk up the stairs and past the common area. You see most of Class 1A studying quietly. Sero, Izuku, Kirishima and Ida sit around one of the kitchen tables reviewing their math homework while some of the girls compare English notes on the couch. To your relief, Shoto isn’t there. Mina waves to you enthusiastically, beckoning you to join her and YaMomo as they review the finer points of Hamlet. You politely decline and make a beeline for your room. You turn the key in the lock and it clicks – within moments, you are blessedly alone.

You toss your heavy book bag to the ground and prepare to wallow in self-pity. It’s 10:56pm and Shoto still hasn’t reached out to you. Your phone is vacant of text messages and your brain is absolutely fried from schoolwork.

You dim your room lights and switch on the favorite fairy lights for some peaceful ambiance. Time for some self-care, bitch! You think resolutely as you swap your uniform for your favorite pair of pajamas. You toss your phone to the floor with abandon and climb into your comfy bed. You breathe in deeply, allowing yourself to revel in the coziness of the dorm room.

You take out your five-minute bullet journal and write a quick list of things you're grateful for: 1. The opportunity to study at UA 2. Your lovely and encouraging friends and classmates 3. Your cozy room and the roof over your head 4. Shoto’s mouth 5. Shoto’s abs 6. Shoto’s goddamn hard AF dick

Um. No.

You snap the journal shut before you get too derailed.

You pull your comforter over your head and sit in silence for a moment. You’ve never been the kind of person to go completely boy-crazy. You always used to make fun of those girls who would go gaga over pretty boys and their texts and their kisses. But as you recall the searing way that Shoto kissed your lips earlier that day, you suddenly understand what all the boy-crazed girly hype was all about. Oh my god. You have a crush. A big sloppy embarrassing crush.

In the silence of your room, you suddenly here a buzzing noise coming from the general direction of your book bag. You struggle to disentangle yourself from your sheets and your journal goes flying. You ignore its crash landing as you slip from your bed and collect your phone from where it lays abandoned on the carpeted floor.

It’s Shoto.

Your heart skips.

Todoroki: Y/N. Are you awake?

You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. Did Shoto just send you his version of “U up?”

Y/N: Yes, I’m still up.

Todoroki: I know it’s late, but can I stop by?

You tense. Oh God – he’s going to come by to tell you that he’s not interested. He’s going to thank you for your time making out and say that you probably should avoid hooking up in the future because it’s a huge distraction. You’re sure that whatever he has to say is going to be negative and leave you feeling embarrassed. Why else would he have skipped out on your rendezvous in the library?

You take a deep breath. You have always been fairly practical with a mind for strategy, two qualities that had really set you apart when you had taken the UA entrance exams. You know that the best course of action here is to rip off the Band-Aid sooner rather than later. Better to know how he feels about your hookup now

Your heart sinks as you type out:

Y/N: Sure, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in. Try not to be seen by anyone.

Todoroki: Of course. See you shortly.

Your heart beats double time as you look down at yourself. Your pajama set consists of a silky blue top with matching shorts that don’t leave much to the imagination. You chew on your thumb nervously – should you change into something more appropriate? No – Shoto has seen your boobs. A little bit of leg is not going to kill the half hot half cold hero in training.

You quickly remake your bed and kick your book bag beneath your desk so that the floor is clear. You plop down on your smooth comforter and wait, knotting your hands together as you anticipate Shoto’s arrival.

A few anxious minutes pass, and then you hear gentle footsteps pad down the hallway outside your door. The knob turns quietly, and in a moment Shoto Todoroki steps across your threshold, quietly closing the door behind him. He reaches down to turn the lock with a gentle snap of his wrist.

You take him in – he’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white t-shirt. You’ve never seen him dressed so casually before and you assume that these are what he wears as pajamas in the privacy of his own dorm room. His hair is tousled and damp from a recent shower, and the burned side of his face shines where he’s clearly applied some kind of scar cream or moisturizer. His outfit projects a comfy air, but his expression is dark and stormy. Your heartbeat quickens in fear – what could possibly have caused him to be in such a tempestuous mood? Was this about your kissing?

You bite at your lip with worry. But when your eyes lock, his expression softens. In two quick strides, he’s at the bed. He leans in close so that your noses almost touch.

“Hi.” He says softly, before dipping his mouth to meet yours. You blink in surprise as your mouths melt together. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the kiss. Pleasure radiates up and down your spine as you kiss him back. He places both his palms on your hips and pulls you closer, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as he slides his tongue into your mouth. How silly you feel for thinking he didn’t want you like this!

After a few moments, you break apart.

“Hey there.” You whisper, bringing your hands up to cup his beautiful jaw. He leans in to kiss you again and you hold him in place. He stops and looks down at you inquisitively.

“I waited for you in the library, you didn’t show.” You say slowly, softly.

“My father decided to take me through some drills in one of the school’s gyms. I only finished a half hour ago.” His expression becomes dull as he speaks. “I’m sorry to leave you waiting. I wanted to see you - but I’m not allowed on my phone during training.”

Relief must have flooded your features, because he tilts his head to the side questioningly. You hold back a giggle – the way his head is tilted makes him look like a sweet dog asking its owner for a treat.

“What’s wrong?”

You sigh and pull yourself further onto the bed, patting the spot next to you as an invitation. Shoto climbs up next to you, sinking into the deliciously soft fabric. His eyes widen slightly in surprise.

“This is so comfortable.” He says, pressing his palm into the plush fabric beneath him. You recall his sparse traditional bedroom and realize that he’s never laid on a proper puffy mattress before.

“Hold on – it gets better.” You say pushing him off the bed so you can pull down the covers. You slip beneath the comforter and gesture for him to rejoin you. He climbs in clumsily, unsure how to position himself within the sheets. You prop a pillow beneath his shoulders as he lays down on his side. You toss the comforter over the two of you and lay across from him, feet almost touching beneath the warm layers of bedding.

“Cozy?” You ask as Shoto settles into the bed.

“Yeah.” He says in quiet voice, propping himself up on an elbow. “I always thought beds like this were excessive but…maybe there’s some merit to this.” He eyes a blue Squirtle plush that sits next to you in the bed. “Can I…hold that?”

You grin, biting back a laugh as you reach over to grab the Pokémon plush. “This is Squirtle – he’s one of my favorite plushies.” You hold up the stuffed animal and wiggle it in front of Shoto’s eyes as if it’s dancing. “Squirtle, Squirtle” you say in a low tone, trying to emulate the television character’s voice the best you can.

Shoto gives you a weird look. “I don’t get it. Why are you just repeating its name in a strange voice?”

“Shoto…have you…have never seen Pokémon!?” You almost screech in disbelief, before throwing a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. You quickly remember that you are in the dorms and the walls aren’t super thick.

“No, I wasn’t allowed to watch television unless it was about Pro hero work.” Shoto says, a tinge of sadness flowing along with his words. “But it looks cute and round and I really just want to hold it and squish it?”

“Yeah, that’s the general reaction to plushies. Dude, we need to get you that whale pillow you liked on Pinterest. You need more cuteness in your life.”

“Well I have you, don’t I?” Shoto smiles softly. “You bring more than enough cute into my life.” He reaches out and grabs the plush from your hands and squishes it a bit. “But this is pretty nice, too.”

Your face grows hot at the compliment. Shoto tucks the Squirtle under his arm and shifts around in the sheets until he finds a comfortable position. He looks adorable and soft as he cradles the bright plush in his strong, muscular hands.

When he finally settles in, he looks up at you enquiringly. “What’s wrong?” He repeats, looping you both back to the conversation form earlier.

“So…” You sigh with embarrassment. “When you didn’t show up and I didn’t hear from you…” You pause and Shoto gives Squirtle a squeeze. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again. Or at least that you didn’t want to make out with me again.”

“Oh.” Shoto wasn’t expecting this. “I thought I made it very clear how…enthusiastically…I enjoyed our time together this afternoon. I didn’t realize I had left any room for you to question my attraction to you.”

“That’s nice to hear…but when you didn’t show at the library or send a text, I assumed the worst. My mind kind of went into full-blown panic mode. I thought maybe once you had time to reflect on our hookup, that you realized you didn’t like it or that you didn’t really like me. To be perfectly honest, I’ve never felt that way before. Usually something like this wouldn’t bother me.” You take a deep, steadying breath. “But I think I really like you and want to be close to you, and the thought that you might not feel the same was tearing me apart for the last couple of hours.”

The words come tumbling from your mouth before you can stop and think them through. Why are you saying all of this!? Why does being around Shoto make you feel so comfortable and open to sharing? It’s so weird – and you’re absolutely sure he’s going to think you’re some kind of over sharing freak for telling him all of this.

Shoto looks at you thoughtfully for a long moment before speaking. “Something I have always admired about you is your ability to be straightforward about what you’re thinking and feeling. Most people aren’t like that, and I have a hard time navigating more subtle situations. Thank you for telling me exactly what you’re thinking – I value it so much.” He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, moving the bangs out of his bright eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I had abandoned you. I wanted to come to the library so badly. I want to kiss you so badly – it’s all I’ve been thinking about tonight.” His voice is so earnest that you believe him.

“Let me match your honesty with some of my own - my father is extremely strict. Ever since I was born, he’s pushed me to be better. To be stronger. He wants me to surpass him. He wants me to take All Might’s place as the number one hero.”

You gasp at this. Of course you knew that Todoroki was ambitious, but this…

“I don’t have any intentions of becoming harsh and cruel like my father. I’m not even sure if I want to go for the top spot on the hero charts.” He admits, almost bitterly. “That’s the path that my father has laid out for me. He’s obsessed with my training. With my ‘potential.’ But he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about how I feel. Excuse my language.” Shoto looks so sad, so despairing. He hugs the plush close, his chin tucked into his chest as he continues.

“I just want to help people and make them smile – just like All Might. But my old man just doesn’t seem to get that. Today, when he noticed how distracted I was… he didn’t ask if something was wrong. He just pushed me even harder.” Shoto avoids your gaze. “I think he purposefully pushed me to train into the night to keep me from meeting up with you. In his eyes…you’re a huge distraction for his prized creation.”

Suddenly you notice how exhausted Shoto looks – there are pale bags beneath his eyes. You scan his body and see light bruises beginning to form on the exposed skin of his arms. You wonder - just what kind of training has Endeavor been subjecting him to?

You had never guessed that behind Shoto’s calm and collected exterior, there is just a normal teenage boy trying desperately to please his father, while simultaneously trying to defy him. The whole relationship seems complicated and messy and you’re sure what Shoto is telling you is only the tip of a chaotic Todoroki family dynamic iceberg.

“Oh, Shoto.” You say softly. You scoot forward and wrap your arms around him. He freezes, unsure of what to do but nevertheless comforted by the sudden closeness. You reach behind him and card your fingers through his hair. You see goose bumps emerge across his skin, and realize that he likely hasn’t been touched this way before.

“Is it okay to touch you like this?” You whisper.

He breathes out a shaky “yes” as he moves to toss the Squirtle plush to the floor. Once his arms are free, he works to wrap them around you. He rests one strong hand on your back and slings the other around your delicate waist. He draws you close to him and holds you tightly as you continue to run your fingers softly through his two-toned hair.

He’s silent as he buries his head into your shoulder. There’s an emotion that’s radiating off of his body that you can’t quite place – sadness? Frustration? Maybe even relief? After a few moments of running your fingers through his hair and gently up and down his back, he finally starts to relax. The tense muscles in his shoulders loosen, and he seems to come back to himself.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispers, muffled as he turns his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not great at expressing my emotions. I can try to put it into words…I’m feeling so weighed down right now.”

“Because of your father’s expectations?” You prompt, running a light fingertip down his spine. He shivers a bit in response, but not in an unpleasant way.

“Sometimes I wonder if he sees me as a real person, as a son. Or am I just his big project?” Shoto wonders aloud, his voice a bit strained. You feel his eyelashes flutter against the sensitive skin beneath your jawline.

“Shoto...that sounds like a lot to carry. You’re just a high school student – your father shouldn’t be putting that kind of pressure on you. It’s not normal.” You tuck a lock of red hair behind his porcelain ear. “This situation sounds so complicated. It’s no wonder you feel so conflicted. I’m here any time you need a friendly ear to listen as you work through it.” You continue to caress him softly over his clothes. He begins to lean into your touch hungrily. “But right now – at this moment – you’re safe. In this room, in my arms, you don’t need to hold other people’s expectations of you in your heart. When you’re with me, I want you to feel that you can just be Shoto.”

You still your fingers as you let your words sink in. Shoto is radiating a deep sort of sadness that you wish you could smooth away with your fingertips.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice breaking a tiny bit as he processes your words. After a few beats Shoto exhales deeply, his breath ruffles your hair. “I’m not used to talking about these things. Actually, I’m not really used to talking much at all. Or being touched.” You can feel the blush on his delicate cheeks warm the skin of your neck.

“I can tell.” You say before you can stop yourself. To your surprise, he chuckles.

“I don’t know why it’s so easy to do these things with you – talking, touching…kissing.” He lifts his head off of your shoulder to look you square in the face. “There’s something about you…”

Suddenly, the room feels as if it’s charged with Denki’s electrification quirk as his bright mismatched eyes meet your own.

“I think I’d like to continue exploring this with you.” He says matter-of-factly, moving his legs to intertwine with yours.

“W-what does that mean?” Your breath catches in your throat as he dips forward to kiss down your neck.

“It means…I want to keep doing this. Kissing. Talking. I suppose I want to keep getting to know you like this? Intimately.” He places a soft kiss in the hollow behind your earlobe. “Would you like that as well?”

“Yes.” You breathe, with zero hesitation. He smiles into your neck before running the edges of his teeth lightly across your smooth skin. You let out a soft moan in response.

“Good. Then we’ll figure this out together.” He moves to kiss your cheek soundly before releasing you from his embrace. “But right now it’s well past midnight, and we both need our sleep if we’re going to continue to be top of our class alongside YaMomo and Ida. If we both let our grades slip, it might tip people off.” He moves to get off the bed.

“Hey – wait!” You grab his arm and pull him back under the covers. “I have no problem with you staying here for the night.”

“But wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Shoto’s face reddens, but he lets himself be drawn back into your gentle embrace.

“Would it be anymore inappropriate than you making out with my tits?” Shoto’s face burns an even brighter red at this question, but he also looks quite pleased with himself (you assume he’s recalling the way he kissed down your breasts earlier that day as he smirks). “Sharing a bed should be perfectly responsible as long as we keep all of our clothes on. You said you want to explore? Well get over here and let’s figure out if you make a good big spoon.”

This earns one of those rare full smiles from Shoto – he practically glows. “Alright.”

He pulls himself close to you. You reach above your head and switch off the string lights that wind their way around your room, and the tiny dorm fills with darkness.

You turn to face the wall and scoot your body back until you feel Shoto’s solid warmth. He reaches around to pull you close until bodies are touching, flush together. You tuck yourself into Shoto’s warm, muscular body and sigh with contentment.

“So do I make a good big spoon?” He questions, tentatively nuzzling his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. “Mmm, your hair smells like lavender.”

“We’ll need plenty of practice to truly ascertain the full range of your spooning abilities.” You say in a faux-academic voice, causing him to snort out a laugh. “But so far you’re doing great.”

You interlock your legs and pull his strong arms around you. You wiggle a bit as you try to find the comfiest spot in the mattress. You unintentionally grind a bit against Shoto and jolt when you feel something hard pressed against the curve of your ass.

“Sorry.” He mutters softly, embarrassed.

“Maybe I’ll take care of that for you tomorrow.” You yawn as you close your eyes and settle in for a good night’s rest. You grin into the darkness as you feel Shoto’s dick get even harder as he mulls over your response, wondering at what you could possibly mean by “take care of that.”

You didn’t realize you were so tired. You’re dimly aware of Shoto’s breathing growing slow as he drifts off into a comfortable sleep. You smile softly to yourself as you slide further into his embrace. This poor, touch-starved boy has been through so many terrible things and your heart aches for him.

Even in sleep he’s tense, his jawline stiff and his muscles almost locked around you. But he’s warm and soft and smells like jasmine and mint tea. You hope that for the next few hours you can provide him with a safe harbor to rest and escape his troubles. You let your eyes flutter close and breathe in deeply, dreaming of Shoto’s sweet face as you fall gently into sleep’s embrace.

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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 3💙

Continuation of Part 2

Weeks have passed since you left Touya on read with no further attempts on his end to reach out. Life continued on, attending classes as usual and spending time with friends. It was actually...kind of boring.

You hate to admit it, but those two days were probably the most exciting events to have happened since you started college.

Why can't I stop thinking about him?!

Sighing, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat as the professor dismisses everyone. Walking out of the door, you glance at the clock and debate whether or not you wanted to go to the library.

It was getting pretty late in the evening and your bed was calling your name. However, you had a big project due soon and you really wanted to get it done and over with. Sighing again, you clutch your bag closer to your chest as you open the door to the building, the windy cold air smacking you in the face.

What to do what to do...

Your eyes moved back and forth between the dorm buildings and the library building, fighting an inner battle in your head as you walked, the deciding split path coming closer.

"Let's go Touya! I'm fucking freezing!"

Immediately your eyes zeroed in on the source, seeing Keigo pull Touya along the path from the dorms, heading your way.

Library it is.

You speed up, keeping your head down in hopes of them not recognizing you. You could only pray that what happened with Touya was a one-time thing and not something he held onto. There are plenty of other girls on campus he has yet to get with...right?

The thought made you shiver as you reached the split path just as Keigo and Touya reached it. Please please please please-

"Hey, (Y/n)!"

Fuck.

You look towards Keigo's bright smile, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold, a beanie hat pulled over his head as blonde hair stuck out wildly from underneath.

You dare to glance at Touya, who stood silently next to Keigo, in nothing but his black sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. His hoodie was pulled up though, and his hair looking unfairly sexy with how wind ruffled the front was. His expression was cool, completely unbothered by the wind chill.

"Hey..." you respond hesitantly feeling heat crawl up your cheeks despite how cold it was. You pray your cheeks were already flushed so Touya didn't notice.

"Where are you off to?" Keigo asks as he walks in place, probably trying to keep his blood moving.

"Library," you nod towards the building lamely. You couldn't understand why Keigo was talking to you. Sure, he was a nice, friends or at least acquaintances with everyone on campus, so you knew of him, but never really chatted with him until now. Besides, he was best friends with Touya so you weren't sure just how 'nice' he really was.

"Boooo! Come with us, we're heading to get some hot chocolate and then going to watch a movie in Hitoshi's dorm." Keigo shoots you another smile as your eyes widen in shock.

Getting invited to hang out with Touya's little gang of friends was probably something girls on campus would kill for. Not only is everyone in the group insanely attractive, but all of them have a bad reputation for something.

Your mind reels as you try to name every single person in Touya's group, failing, as your eyes frantically flicker over to the said man who was staring you down with a hooded look. "I- uh- have a project due," you answer, still confused as to why this was happening.

Keigo rolls his eyes dramatically. "When is it due?"

You purse your lips hesitantly. "Two...weeks..." Now sounding like a goody-two-shoes, you cringe at yourself as Keigo looks at you in disbelief.

"(Y/n)! That's plenty of time! C'mon pleaseee?! I haven't seen you since the party and wanted to catch up!"

Keigo walks up to you, putting his arm around your shoulders as you're all but pulled back down the path you came towards the campus cafe.

"Catch...up?" You repeat, knowing damn well Keigo knew nothing about you in general.

"Yeah!" Keigo starts walking faster and you stumble trying to keep up. "God, I hate this weather. Touya how are you so calm right now?"

You tsk softly and murmur, "maybe because he's cold-blooded." Keigo pauses in his steps and then throws his head back laughing.

"Just for that, (Y/n), your hot chocolate is on me!"

With curiosity getting the better of you, you let yourself be dragged along wanting to see just what was in store for you tonight.

Touya silently walked behind you and Keigo, the feeling of eyes on your back warming you up with the holes they were burning.

~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi's dorm was nicer than you expected.

Touya weirdly had a key to the room and let you three inside without knocking.

"'Toshi!" Keigo called out. "We brought a friend to movie night!"

You clutch the hot drink in your hands as you look around, a single small kitchen off to the left and the living room straight ahead. It must be the largest dorm you can get because this almost felt like an apartment.

You didn't know Hitoshi really. Last semester he was in the same history class as you and was quiet as a mouse. Never spoke up or caused any problems; just came to class and left.

A head of purple hair peeked around the right entranceway to the living room. "Hey come in. Tomura and Yo are already here...I'm just getting some extra blankets."

Before you could lift your hand in a half-hearted greeting, the head disappears again and you're left wondering why this supposed group of badass guys are having a movie night together.

I mean...I'm all for it, but still...not what I expected.

Keigo takes off to the living room yelling Yo's name. There was a silent beat before a large 'oof' was heard and loud shouts and thumps started. Boys, you think shaking your head as you take another sip of your hot chocolate.

"Well...it's not a coffee date but it's something."

You jump, the smooth deep voice hitting your ears closer than expected. You forgot Touya was even with you with how silent he had been.

"Coffee date?" You repeat, annoyed.

"Yeah. I offered to take you out."

You lift your cup and look back and forth between him and the hot chocolate.

"You didn't even pay for this?"

"So you'll let me take you out for real?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Does it look like I am?"

Touya steps closer making you step back. His eyes were serious but still hooded and mysterious like he was hiding something. His true intentions maybe.

Rolling your eyes, you huff and shift your stance before turning to walk into the living room, leaving Touya alone.

Keigo, and you're guessing 'Yo,' were in the middle of the room rolling around on the ground with what once was fun wrestling turned serious. The other boy who you assumed was Tomura sat crisscrossed on the couch with a Nintendo Switch in his hands, completely ignoring the testosterone match going on below him.

God, this was so awkward. You didn't know anyone here and the other boys seemed to engrossed in their own activities to notice you. Just as you were about to turn back around, a blanket draped over your shoulders.

"(Y/n), right?" Hitoshi greets you with a tired smile, his lip ring glinting in the light. "We had a class last semester together?" Your mouth parts slightly, not remembering Hitoshi being this attractive. The lip ring caught your attention, but also the barbell through his eyebrow.

Closing your mouth, gulping, your eyes briefly widen in shock before blinking once, surprised that he remembered you. "Yeah, hey. Sorry for intruding...I didn't really have a choice since Keigo dragged me here."

Not true. You could've easily and firmly denied the invite, but you didn't.

Hitoshi buys the excuse though, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he's like that. You know Keigo."

"Yeah..." you agreed solemnly.

No, actually, you didn't know. You don't know anyone here really.

You both look at the two boys now sweating slightly as they grunted across the floor. Hitoshi sighs and raises his voice slightly. "If you two don't stop I'll get Katsuki over here."

That seems to make Keigo freeze, but Yo uses that opportunity to pin him down. "Kat isn't gonna do shit," Yo tsks, breathing heavily.

You look back at Hitoshi, seeing in your peripheral that Touya has now entered the room, staring at the blanket that had been placed over your shoulders with a weird look on his face.

Hitoshi doesn't notice, rolling his eyes at Keigo as he taps the ground three times, gasping as Yo lets him go. "You're just mad he beats you every time." Hitoshi snorts, throwing two blankets over the boys before walking over to Tomura and handing him one.

"It's always a tie!' Yo yanks the blanket off his head and scowls before noticing you. "Oh. Hey."

As if nothing happened, a confident smirk appears on his face and you couldn't help but laugh. It was ridiculous seeing how disheveled he looked along with the still clutched blanket in his lap, trying to smooth talk you.

Keigo suddenly sits up, throwing the blanket off. "Oh! Guys, this is (Y/n)!"

You wave shyly and look around, Tomura only lifts a hand, still not paying attention. Hitoshi motions you over to the other couch so you could sit down.

"Sorry for intruding," you repeat again, placing your drink down on the center coffee table and bag on the floor before situating yourself under the blanket to warm up more. Hitoshi casually sits down next to you on your right, closer than you expected.

You eye him warily and go to move over when Touya sits down. Now trapped between two God-like men, you sink into the couch trying to breathe evenly.

"So what movie are we watching?" Keigo hops up next to Tomura, causing him to make an annoyed sound as his game was disrupted. Yo takes his blanket and collapses in a large beanbag in the corner of the room, stretching out.

"Why is a girl here?" Yo asks instead, shooting you another once-over.

A very good question that you would like to know the answer to as well.

"She's a friend," Touya finally speaks up and that made Tomura pause his game, making all the guys stare at you.

Heat rushes to your face as you turn to Touya. "Not a friend."

The corner of his lip curls up slightly. "Girlfriend?"

Your mouth drops open in shock as Touya fights a smirk. Heat radiated off your cheeks as the rest of the room watches silently.

"Not even if you were the last guy on earth." Seething, you're about to stand up and walk out of the dorm in embarrassment and straight to the registration office to transfer schools when something lands on your lap.

"Mreow~"

Your face is suddenly blank as the cat rubs its forehead against your arm looking for pats.

"A cat?" Dumbly, you lift your hands and scratch behind the cat's ears lightly as it starts to purr. "We can have pets on campus?"

Hitoshi coughs slightly. "Uh...no. But she just followed me one day so as her chosen owner, I took her in." His statement was said with pride so you couldn't help but smile slightly down at the large cat now curled in on your lap purring contently.

"Anyway, meet Mimi. She usually doesn't like people and rarely comes out of my room so...this is new." Hitoshi says in slight awe, watching you pet Mimi.

Touya shifts uncomfortably next to you making you look at him. He's looking at Mimi warily and leans away, finally giving you some space. Before you could ask, Keigo speaks up for you. "Touya and cats don't get along. Mimi doesn't like him."

You condescendingly pout at Touya and in a mocking voice you couldn't help yourself but say, "Aweee~ it's the only pussy you can't get."

You freeze, shocked that you just said that out loud. It takes all but three long seconds before the room erupts with laughter, Keigo falling off the couch as Yo wheezes on the beanbag. Hitoshi's shoulders are shaking next to you and Tomura grins at you from across the room.

"I like her," he finally speaks up for the first time since you've been here.

You're still embarrassed by your boldness and dare to look back at Touya who looks somewhat embarrassed himself that he can't get along with cats. Noticing you looking at him, he recovers his expression and murmurs low enough that only you can hear over the laughter and teasing in the room.

"It's not the only one."

You glare but bite back a grin of victory seeing Touya look annoyed at being the center of the joke, especially with his reputation.

"Oh, (Y/n), I knew I liked you!" Keigo wipes a tear from his eyes and you look at all the other boys in the room who are looking at you as if they're seeing you for the first time. "I'm texting Kat this."

"Put it in the group chat for everyone," Tomura speaks up again, looking down at Keigo's phone with him.

"Just...put the fucking movie on," Touya speaks up again, irritation clear in his voice, glancing down at your lap once more in disappointment.

Hitoshi snorts and reaches for the remote, still smirking in amusement.

Maybe this night will pay off after all.

~*~*~*~*

Halfway through the movie, you couldn't even pay attention because you were too busy trying not to fall asleep. Touya and Hitoshi were providing heat on both sides of you since Mimi hopped off your lap sometime earlier to sit on Tomura.

It was some action, horror movie that apparently Keigo had suggested so the only one who talked through it was Keigo, making comments or explaining everything that was going on. It was when Touya threw a pillow at him with Yo yelling at him to shut up was when Keigo grumbled and quieted down.

You yawn for the nth time in a row, eyelids drooping lower with your vision becoming blurry. Shifting your position, you cross your legs up on the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your knee happened to rest on Touya's thigh as you shifted so you expected him to move over.

He didn't.

Instead, a hand slowly crawled its way under your blanket and rested on your knee, fingers circling it softly.

The movement made you shiver, discretely looking at Touya whose eyes were fixated on the TV. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, his fingers now dancing up and down your thigh, reaching a little higher with every stroke. You wanted to push his hand away but couldn't.

It felt...nice.

A sigh was building up in your throat as you resisted the urge to lean back and arch into his hand. It felt so good and by his expression, you couldn't tell if he was intentionally doing this or not. His chin rested in his other hand, propped up on the armrest, his turquoise eyes flashing with whatever was happening in the movie.

You gulped, glancing around at the other boys, now wide awake as you tried to see if any of them were paying attention. Hitoshi had thankfully shifted when you did, giving you more space but you swear you could feel his hand close to your other knee.

You had worn long pants today, but the heat from Touya's palm was searing into your skin. A slow stroke of his hand up the inside of your thigh just brushing against your core had you abruptly closing your legs with a shocked squeak.

"You okay?" Hitoshi murmurs in your ear. You nod, not even being able to look at him with how inflamed your face was.

"Yeah...this movie is crazy." A pathetic excuse because you're not even sure if anything interesting happened. The other boys in the room glanced at you briefly before diverting their attention back to the screen.

You turn your head a little, pretending to scratch your head to look at Touya who was smirking darkly, his eyes burning low.

'Can I have my hand back?' He mouths, shifting his hand slightly so it rubs up and down your slit.

Your eyes widen, realizing you trapped his hand between your thighs. Jerking, you stand up suddenly causing Hitoshi to jump.

"Uh- I uh- sorry I have to go. I forgot I had something due tonight," you stumble over your words feeling your core throb. "Thanks for inviting me Keigo, and letting me stay Hitoshi." You grab your bag and your drink, hurrying to clean up after yourself. "Nice to meet you Yo and Tomura."

Avoiding the confused stares, you speed walk to the door, Touya, Keigo, and Hitoshi following you.

"Hey...it's no problem. You can come back anytime," Hitoshi says, "and see Mimi again," he quickly adds, clearing his throat.

You nod hastily, not really paying attention as Hitoshi opens the door for you. All you could think about was wanting to get out of there and hopefully never see these boys again.

And maybe relieve yourself in your bed when you get back to your room.

"I'm walking you back," Touya didn't leave any room for discussion just as Keigo was about to say something, closing the door to Hitoshi's dorm behind you two. You narrow your eyes at him, that infuriating smirk directed at you once again.

You storm off, Touya close behind.

It was dark out now, the campus paths being lit up by lamp posts and the few buildings with lights still on the inside. You cross your arms closer in your jacket when you suddenly have something handed to you.

"Put it on."

You grab the black hoodie without looking at him and shove it back. "I don't want it."

"I tried warming you up another way but-"

"Fucker!" Vehemently, you whip towards him and point a finger in his face. "What part of 'never' do you not understand?"

The low chuckle that left Touya's lips had a shiver running through you. It's just cold, (Y/n). It's the cold.

"Really? To me, it seemed like you wanted my hand there."

You storm off to your dorm building, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. He was right and you hated it.

He knew he was right with the way his laugh trailed after you, shrugging his hoodie back on before catching up.

"It's ok to be honest, (Y/n)." Touya all but purred your name, avoiding the door you tried to slam in his face as you entered your building. You pray no one was up to see Touya with you.

Just as you were fumbling with your keys, shaking from anger, embarrassment, and arousal, tattooed hands trap you on either side of your dorm door.

"Turn around." Touya's sudden husky voice had you pausing, the low rumble of his voice making your eyes flutter. His voice was close to your ear, warm breath tickling over it.

Finally unlocking the door, you muster a glare, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest, only to come face to face with Touya's knowing gaze. "Good girl."

The glare quickly fell off your face, heat blossoming at the unexpected praise. Your breathing comes out shallow, finding it hard to look him in the eyes.

"Why deny it, (Y/n)? You want me," Touya says knowingly, leaning down closer to your neck, invading your space. Memories of being in the closet with him come flooding back. His scent, his voice, the lightheadedness you're starting to feel...

"N-no I-" You try to start, but lips brush over the sensitive part of your neck making you moan softly.

"Mm? I'm sure that pretty pussy is saying otherwise right now, hm?" Touya opens his mouth wider and sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips, your head rolling to the side as Touya marked your skin, his teeth scraping over it gently.

Your hand's fist Touya's hoodie, one of his legs moving to slot between yours. His thigh purposely pressing into where it ached the most. "Fuck...it's throbbing for me, (Y/n). Lemme take care of it..." He murmured against your neck, pulling back from your abused pulsing skin.

You were breathing harshly now, locking eyes with him as he flickered his gaze down to your lips and back to your eyes. Touya was also panting a bit, your breaths mingling as he leaned in more, eyes catching yours again just as your lips were about to touch.

Almost like he was asking if it was okay.

You hum, eyes lidded in anticipation as his hand gently moved off the door to cup your face and-

"That party was soooo funnnnn!"

"Noooo Touyaaaa wasn't thereee...he promiseedddd!"

The stumbling footsteps coming closer had you snapping out of it, their conversation registering in your head as you hurtfully detangle your hands from Touya's hoodie to reach blindly behind you and open the door.

"Leave me alone, Touya." Walking backwards into your room, you slam the door in his shocked face for good measure. Tears well up in your eyes as you lean your head against the door, no longer turned on, but hurt that you had to be reminded of the kind of person he is.

A long deep breath could be heard from the other side and a loud thump sounded against the wall making you flinch. Footsteps could be heard as he walked away, past the two people who didn't even recognize him but still babbled on about how hot he is.

You sniffle and get ready for bed, planning to take a hot shower and hopefully sleep forever when your phone buzzed with a DM notification.

bvrnt.eros messaged you

bvrnt.eros: i only want you, (Y/n)

You leave him on read and sigh.

What am I going to do...

→ Part 4

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Imagine this

You are bleeding out after getting injured during a mission, dying. Dabi is running, and as he runs by you, he turns his head and suddenly stops dead in his tracks upon realizing who he had just unknowingly run by and picks you up no matter how much pain you are in before taking off running as fast as he can to whatever hiding spot he can find while yelling out “I’ll be damned if I let you bleed to death out here, princess!”

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Tumblr nuked the shigadabi bjs so here's a less awfully censored pic ~

You can view all 3 pages here!

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JUST FOR TONIGHT

You and Hitoshi fucked about four times a week if you were lucky. Between his bartending schedule and your hectic schedule as a student, it seemed like the sex was getting less and less frequent. 

Of course, it’s not like you two both liked communicating with one another when you were both free. The usual “Let’s fuck” or “I miss your tits in my mouth” text would give the green light. 

You remember when you first met him. Sitting beside him in psychology class, this was of course before he dropped out of college to pursue bartending full-time. 

You two had barely scraped the surface of getting to know each other as acquaintances before you two had started whatever relationship you were in now. You remember how it started, how the night before an eight-page psychology paper was due. You two had gotten together to revise each other's papers at your apartment, the stress of the impending due date becoming all to real.

Being the man in his profession, he suggested drinking a little to take the edge off, rummaging through your liquor cabinets, snickering at the sight of cheap half-full alcohol that littered them. You laughed and rebutted at him, expressing that being a broke college student could only take you so far. 

Hitoshi and You were now borderline drunk at this point. Whining to each other about life's stresses and saying things that would never fit the atmosphere of a regular “study session.”

This particular study session, however, ended with you on your back and your ankles wrapped around Hitoshi’s waist. You felt your juices start to pool down your thighs, the squelching noises of your pussy filling the room as he drove into you. Along with the occasional, “You’re such a good girl f’me baby.” and “You like that yeah?” 

There were times during the sex when nothing was said. The longing look in each other’s eyes during the act usually said enough. The long drawn-out kisses down each other's bodies and caresses of each other's faces when the sun rose was enough. This was enough….right?

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