cw: minors dni. smut. best friend's younger brother. pro hero!shoto x female reader. cunnilingus. fellatio. penetration. idk it's short don't expect too much.
Your new friend, Fuyumi never really talks about her brothers.
Not Dabi, once Touya, who’s a sore topic even on a national scale.
Not Natsuo, who she shares a not-yet-estranged but no longer really close relationship with, her gray eyes wistful whenever he comes up in conversation.
And not Shoto, whose easy smile, and uncanny good looks are a bit too distracting for your liking, but whose rare sighting in the flesh, in sharp contrast to the numerous TV interviews and billboards and print tabloids, keeps him out of the forefront of your mind.
The friendship between Fuyumi and you is natural necessity of sorts of older women who no longer can cling to their core childhood friends, be it due to growing distance or growing differences, and find themselves at a similar point in their careers, needing a sympathetic ear to hear their complaints and wishes, lubricated by alcohol and stress. You like her immensely, and she’s the first person that comes to mind whenever you have some good news to share.
Like even today, where you found your way to her apartment right after you were let off from a hard day of work at your company, and had a few extra moments to indulge in her excessive cooking, the glass a few bottles of beer in your bag from the neighborhood convenience store clinking together. You hadn’t made it quite far until you ran into him -
The youngest brother. Shoto.
His charm radiates, and you quickly find something else to look at, so that you can pretend that his body is just another fixture near the doorway of your friend’s home.
“Are you looking for Neechan?”
Shoto turns on his heels, and you don’t realize exactly when he took your purse from you, but you follow him in. He looked like he was just about to leave just moments ago, but as you both take off your shoes right at the apartment entrance, and he calls out to his sister about having ‘forgotten’ something, you get the feeling he changed his mind.
He seems to always linger when you come around, you think for a moment.
Or perhaps you’re just imagining things, and you dispel the thought.
Somehow, Fuyumi’s younger brother is walking you home.
“I don’t live very far,” you had insisted when he offered to take you back to your place safely. Fuyumi, clearly drunk, waved you off, telling him to take good care of you. He’d smiled a little too wide, but without any teeth, and you’d figured Fuyumi had a point, your head swimming with inebriation just enough for it to seem not that strange that a few city blocks needed the surveillance of a top 3 pro.
“Which makes it even less of a big deal,” he reassures you. You crane your neck to look at him, wondering why suddenly he looks taller, or if you’re slouching more than usual. Tall, with the kind of side profile that you could get distracted in observing. Broad shoulders, a soft voice that you can imagine assertive when needed but sweet otherwise. That scar of his, that makes him even more distinct, more beautiful.
Your face warms and you shake your head. He’s barely an adult to you, just broaching his early 20s while you near your 30s. Fuyumi probably has stories about him wetting the bed that aren’t from that long ago.
His arm snakes around your shoulders, adjusting your winter coat and you tense up even if you keep your pace steady.
He stops and adjusts your scarf, and you can’t focus on his eyes, your own gaze staying focused on his chest right in front of you.
Embarrassing. You’re not a schoolgirl anymore, and you hate the way he appears to naturally patronize you, even if it’s not intentional.
Gently pushing his hands away, you thank him, and nod.
“Thank you, Todoroki-san. I got it.”
There’s the ghost of a frown when you use the formality but your boundaries should be firm. He resumes his position by your side as if he’s lucky he even gets the chance.
This too, perhaps, is wishful thinking. You imagine if Fuyumi and you were friends, you would walk Shoto back from school, each of your hands joined with his to make sure he crosses the street properly and he would grin at both of you, not understanding the girlish chatter between his older sisters.
This statement would have teeth if it weren’t said so quietly it was barely audible and whimpering, and if Shoto wasn’t so close to you that his lips practically brush against yours as he replies.
“That isn’t exactly the same as ‘stop,’” he says and your breath hitches in your throat.
Shoto presses closer still, enough that your thighs tense up around his tapered waist, and you think about how embarrassing it is, that Fuyumi’s baby brother hoisted you on your kitchen counter as if you weighed nothing, and keeps you caged in like this, his hands clenched around the edge as he focuses on you, breathes you in.
“Do you like me at all?” he asks.
Your chest rises and falls once, as you bite your lip.
“You know the answer to that,” you admit in defeat.
He chuckles to himself and takes your bottom lip gently with his teeth.
“A-aren’t we l-like a, a decade apart?” you moan.
Shoto’s head peeks up from his home between your legs, licks a long, torturous stripe up your pussy and swirling his tongue over your clit, then murmurs “Seven” across your sweat moistened pussy, and the frigid cold of his breath against a pussy wet with want and his generous tongue forces you to tremble. You sigh practically helplessly, and he maneuvers you, like a matter of course, so that your hips lift off your bed, and your thighs hook around those same broad shoulders as he kisses you more, then rubs a hand up and down your soft belly.
In a soft reassuring voice, he asks,
“I can make you cum that many times if you want.”
Your insides twist with arousal.
“Stop playing with me,” you whine.
“Why not? I’m just a kid after all.”
If there’s any guilt about fucking your friend’s baby brother, even that melts away with how precisely, fervently and frequently his cock slides in and out of your cunt in so many positions you get the sense he either read all of your dirty fantasies or has a similar mind to match.
His fingers find a place in every one of your holes, only to be followed quickly by his cock, and both of you find that it’s particularly hard for you to lament if it’s okay for him to want you or if he doesn’t know any girls his age when your mouth is full of penis. You’re mouthy, and he likes that about you, but he loves when your utterings are simplified down to a wanting babble of his name and how good it feels.
“So… so good, Sho… so good… more,” you whine.
You’re the little one here. Your back arches against his chest, and when you wriggle from too much stimulation, he shifts, locking your legs underneath his until you have no choice but to take it.
The nudge of his cock against the front wall of your cunt in just the right place at just the right time releases just the right tension, and spreads shocks then aftershocks all around your pussy, and you cum hard as the orgasm rips through you. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you’re thankful he can’t see how stupid you look in this position, fucked dumb and docile by this man you tried very hard to not take seriously.
Shoto finishes on your belly to add insult to injury, watching greedily as it spreads, dripping along the sides of your body. You pant loudly, fucked out, desired, and he kisses you hungrily still as if he’s barely satiated.
“Just take me as seriously as I do you,” he whispers. “I’m good enough for you, I think.”
A couple weeks later, Fuyumi will tell you she suspects her baby brother has a crush on you, and joke about how silly it is.
You’ll agree, and adjust your scarf yourself, to hide the hickeys all over your neck from the night before.
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