"just like that, good job baby." he says, his voice soft in your ear. he thrusts into you slow and soft, hitting deep into your pussy from behind. his weight rests on top of you, allowing your face to sink into his pillows.
you whine and he gently shushes you, moving your hair out of your face.
"lift your little hips up baby, there you go." you whimper as he wraps an arm around your waist, forcing your back to arch and letting his thick cock hit in all the right places.
he feels you flutter around him, and whispers in your ear through pants.
"cum for me, sweetheart. you deserve it. use my cock."
you whine as you grow closer, hands gripping his soft dark blue sheets.
"s-sho, please-"
"i'm right here. my cock is right here."
you let out a delicious groan as you finally cum, warm body shaking beneath shoto as he too follows suit. as you two lay panting he presses kisses to your back while letting his cock rest in you.
Parties are not exactly Shoto's favorite environment because your attention is too divided. But he always has a trick up his sleeve to get you where he wants to, with your lovely cheeks on fire. | wc: 2.4k
cw: dirty talk, voice kink, fingering, teasing, Shoto is a fucking menace and we love the little bratty side of him<3
also he's on the exhibitionist side and that's my hc
also also i think i went a little crazy lol
"He's looking for you againâ, Mina nudges you with a grin.
Sure enough, Shoto is standing at the bar holding two glasses while his eyes scan the crowd. The second he spots you, his shoulders visibly relax and starts walking over without hesitation.
It's become such a normal thing that nobody even comments on it anymore.
If you leave the room, heâs up straight like a meerkat until you come back. If you're talking to someone, he'll drift over and stand beside you, half in surveillance half in quiet ask for you to redirect his attention to him.
Denki once made a snarky comment about him resembling a clam, but the truth is Shoto just genuinely prefers being wherever you are, which he made sure to point out to his friend.
When he reaches you, he silently offers a drink and you thank him with a smile that he quickly returns.
From across the room, Eijiro calls out "There he is! Thought we'd lost himâ.
Denki laughs. "Can't lose Todoroki if his girl is hereâ.
Your cheeks are surely as red as your spritz, but what makes them catch fire further is that Shoto doesn't even deny it. He just takes a sip of his drink, settling comfortably at your side with a hand around your waist, the place everyone already knew he'd end up tonight.
Heroes out of uniform look almost unreal and sometimes you forget theyâre regular people too, that want to enjoy normal things with friends, like a night at the club.
Shoto is unfairly beautiful even under the weird lights of this place, in that way he carries himself without trying, looking like a model with his blue shirt sleeves rolled to show those beefy forearms you love to sink your teeth into.
Since neither of you are really the dance floor types, you stand apart from the crowd talking with a small group near the edge of the room.
It doesnât take long before you start to feel the familiar prickle of Shotoâs gaze on your nape but decide to ignore it, keeping the conversation with Mina about Seroâs new girl going.
Thatâs when he leans in, his breath warm against your ear as his voice cuts through the music and noise.
âYou know what Iâve been thinking about all night?â, he murmurs.
You shake your head faintly, still not looking at him, taking a sip from your cup as Denki makes a joke about how his friend might need to use name tags in bed.
âAll the pretty sounds you make when my tongue is inside youâ.
You instantly choke on the drink and start coughing, while Mina rolls her eyes at you going âOk now, it wasnât that funnyâ, earning a pouty glare from Sparky.
Shoto rubs your back and once you can breathe again you turn to him. Heâs calm and collected as usual, smiling to his friends and looking everywhere in the room but you.
Heat floods your face so you quickly look away, trying to focus back on the conversation.
Which only encourages him.
âYou react so easily to my voice, my loveâ, he whispers, demurely tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in pretense for getting closer.
The restraint in his tone makes it all worse. He isnât rushed, heâs so extremely controlled.
And he knows full well what that does to you.
âIf I told you exactly what I want to do to you right nowâ, he continues, âwould you still be able to stand here, pretending to listen to our friends?â.
Someone nearby screams for shots. The music changes into a more thrumming beat and half the group leaves to shake limbs on the dance floor.
Meanwhile your skin feels too tight, every nerve sizzling and on edge.
âI could keep goingâ, he breathes, crowding your space a little more now that you're alone. âTaking my time to have you so sensitive from waiting that the smallest touch after will make you shake. All right here. And no one would even realizeâ.
Your heart pounds so loud youâre sure itâs audible. When you turn to look at him, you now find him staring with those intense and unyielding dual-colored eyes locked onto you. Like he's already stripping you bare with that gaze alone.
Menace is the only words that fits your boyfriend when he seeks your attention. You now regret that time you told him that just the sound of his voice in enough to make you wet. To this day, it might be the biggest ego boost Shoto has ever felt.
Heat pools low in your belly and your body responds before your mind can catch up. You shift slightly, thighs pressing together to ease the need. Not one touch on you, just the raw timbre of his voice painting filthy pictures in your head.
He doesn't break eye contact, watching your reaction with a faint predatory smirk.
âShotoâ, your huff through your nose and try your best to sound assertive.
He tilts his head with a hum, promptly noticing the subtle squirm of your hips.
âThis is not the placeâ, you protest comes out more meekly than you intend it to.
His eyes darken at that, a glimmer of smug satisfaction flickering behind them.
âNoâ, he agrees. âBut you still unravel sweetly for me, and donât really seem to mindâ.
Then he steps back just a bit, expression once again composed, like he hasnât just set your entire body on fire.
With an exasperated sigh, you grab his wrist and tug him toward a dimly lit hallway. He follows without protest, that faint smile lingering as he watches you lead with urgency.
The bathroom door clicks shut.
You turn to face him, but Shoto's quicker: crowding you against the sink, his hands grip your hips and he lifts you onto the counter, pulling a surprised gasp out of your lungs.
His mouth brushes yours, not quite a kiss, just enough contact to make you follow him when he leans back.
"You're shaking, loveâ, he speaks against your lips. âAnd I haven't even touched you yetâ.
A soft whine escapes you before you can stop it as you bite down hard on your bottom lip.
âThere it isâ, he smiles.
Your hands quickly find his belt loops and pull him closer between your legs. âShoâŠâ
âYou get sensitive so fastâ, his voice has a low, velvety drawl that sends sparks straight to your core as he begins to place open mouth kisses on your skin.
âEspecially when I talk to you like thisâ.
His lips trace your jaw, down the column of your neck, ending up right on your thumping throat.
He loves that he can do this, make your pulse jump with simple words.
One hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher until the fabric is bunching at your waist. Tracing the edge of your panties, he feels the dampness on the cotton and lazily explores the outer lips of your pussy in light, teasing touches.
âIf I slid my fingers in right now, would I find you wet already?â.
You give him a frantic nod with a soft moan as your nails dig in his shoulders through the fabric.
âNeed you to touch me, Sho. Pleaseâ.
He tilts his head, a small and playful smirk stretching on his lips.
âI thought you said this is not the placeâ.
You have no idea whatâs gotten to him tonight, but heâs most definitely being a little mean in the way he seems to enjoy your desperation.
Just as that thought quickly crosses your mind, he asks "Where do you need me, darling?â.
There's that sweet tone you love, honeyed in a question that doesn't wait for an answer as he's already sinking two long fingers past the hem of your panties and deep into your pussy.
Your walls grip him instantly, pulling him deeper as you arch into him with a gasp.
âYou feel so good inside, so warmâ, he murmurs above your lips.
He's precise, his fingers curl with a rhythm that's almost cruel in its perfection.
For a second his eyes are locked on where his hand disappears between your legs, warm slick starting to coat your inner thighs. But he quickly switches back to your face, drinking in your every reaction, every tiny gasp and shiver. Every time his name slips from your mouth more desperately than before.
âDoes it feel good, love? Are my fingers making you feel good?â.
You grip his shoulders for support, hiding your head in the crook of his neck with a nod, quick pants spilling on his skin.
He doesn't like when you try to stay quiet, and although he understands the chance of being caught it's also unlikely that your cries are louder than whatever the speakers are blasting in the adjacent rooms.
So he uses every weapon he has, all his good girls, Iâm so hard from watching you, canât wait to be inside you. He drags his fingers in and out of your folds, bending his knuckles to press against your soft velvet spot with steady pressure.
âFuck yesâ, you finally moan, hips canting upward into his touch. âFeels so good, Sho, donât stop!â.
That's all he wanted. He starts pumping faster in a building pace, his palm grinding against your clit with every twist. His free hand slips under your top to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until itâs hard, until itâs sore and you wriggle in his hold.
âYouâre so beautiful like this. Can you come right here, on my fingers? Will you make a mess on me?â.
You think you surely can, and you most definitely will, with the rhythm heâs keeping.
With the way heâs looking at you, so drunk on the tight feeling of you and those eyes that burn bright despite the thin veil of haziness over them. His neck shines with a mixture of your lipstick and drool and you just want to coat his mouth in the same way.
You want to suck his fingers covered with your slick and let him fuck you, pushing so deep inside you that your vision blurs. And fuck it if someone hears, hell, if someone sees.
Too overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch, you open your mouth but canât say any of this, actually you canât even manage a sound.
âItâs no fun if Iâm chatting by myselfâ, Shoto slows his movements to a halt, leaving you suspended right on the edge of your precipice.
The sudden void of stimulation makes your heart drop to your stomach, panicking as you feel his fingers sliding away. You instinctively clamp your knees together, trapping his hand firmly inside your heat with a frustrated series of nos.
âPlease, donât stopâ, youâre so close to your peak you swallow every bit of embarrassment thatâs rising up. âI need youâ.
Proving your point, your core pulses and clenches around his digits, a small pleading heartbeat.
He arches a brow and, much to your surprise, bursts in a genuine laugh. A rare sound that right now sounds kinda mean.
âThere she isâ, he says with condescending affection, âmy sweet girlâ. Brushing some damp hair off your forehead, he finds the flush on your cheeks utterly endearing.
You rest your forehead against his shoulder.
"Will you stop teasingâ, you grumble with a breathless sigh.
With another chuckle, he places a soft kiss on your temple, gently squeezing your inner thigh.
âDon't be so easy to tease, thenâ.
You huff and grab his wrist, the one that has his fingers still inside you.
âYou started this in the first place. You could be nicerâ.
He feels your throbbing need as you squeeze and grind against his hand.
Shoto gently nuzzles your cheek until you raise your head to look at him.
"I can be if you answer me, love. I'll make you feel good, promiseâ. He kisses your little frown, the tip of your nose, your slightly pouted lips.
Heâs adorable. And gentle. Too gentle. And so fucking frustratingly patient.
âI always do, don't I?".
He needs to hear you too.
His words might be like kindling thrown onto a bonfire for you, but he revels in the way you want him as well. The way your climb him when youâre lost in pleasure and your ever so sweet voice turns into a series of unintelligible babbles and moans.
âIâll come on your fingersâ, you whisper, so close to his face your eyelashes touch.
He draws a few lazy circles on you clit.
âOf course I will, how can I not when you make me feel this good? When you care for every bit of me?â.
As his movements pick up speed again and you feel that comfy fog settling back in your brain, you trace over the bulge in his pants.
âBut I want m-more. Want you to fill me up, the perfect way you do with your pretty cockâ.
The deep and thorough slide of his digits stretches you open once more. Shotoâs breath is hot and streamy against your lips, almost like in a sauna. It kills you he hasnât kissed you yet.
âSo big and so deep, like I was molded just for youâ.
Youâre his perfect girl. Always so good for him, so ready to gracefully indulge him.
âI knew you could do itâ, he proudly says, pulling you in a searing kiss and swallowing your moans as you suck on his tongue, clinging and clawing at him from the overwhelming pleasure.
Regrettably, at one point he has to break the kiss, both of you needing oxygen as much as you need to be in each other.
âJust a little moâ oh! Fuck. Right thereâ.
âI knowâ, he amusedly breathes, putting more pressure on the spot he can find by heart, the one that has you writhing in bliss with shaky thighs.
Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, clenching on his fingers and Shoto doesn't stop. He hoists your leg up and hooks it over his own to open you up completely and easily draw out every pulse and shock until you come apart in his arms, boneless and out of breath.
He slowly pulls his fingers free, earning another little shake from you. They're glistening with your release. As he thoroughly licks them clean, all he can think about is taking you out of here because in his system thereâs now a feral need to get his face between your legs and give you at least three more orgasms before fucking you deep into the mattress.
He promised to make you feel good, and heâs nothing but a man of his word.
Shouto is sure you were Pavlov and he was the dog in his past life.
Because sure enough, every time you make him a nice home cooked meal, he gets painfully hard. Not even a small twitch, that's excusable. You've got him at full mast at 6:33 pm on a Tuesday evening.
You didn't notice at first, how could you? It embarrassed him at first, so much so that he'd just sit down awkwardly at the dinner table, hands folded in front of him as he adjusted himself in his seat. A shy "Thanks, love," leaving him as you set his plate down.
But, the longer you've lived together, the more honest he's gotten about his needs. He'll walk behind you as you plate the food, pressing himself against your back so you can see how stupidly hard you've gotten him. Pressing harder when an amused "Shouto..." makes his ears turn pink.
His breath will be warm against your neck, thick arms tight around your waist as he tugged at the waist band on your pants. "Please?" He'd breathe out every time. Grinning to himself as you laughed and agreed.
He'd make quirk work of bending you over the counter, careful to not disturb the precious food, not even bothering to take off your panties, pushing them to the side as he worked his fingers in you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.
When he finally got himself inside you, he'd have to bite your shoulder with a groan to keep himself from coming immediately. Though your laughs always have your muscles twitching around him, and it makes him dizzy without fail.
He'd thrust into you on the counter, still flushed that gorgeous pink from embarrassment. Nailing the spot he's memorized inside you that always makes you gasp.
When you're done he'll always look sheepish but content, shuffling his feet around as you stand up to guide him into a sweet kiss he inevitably will melt into.
a/n: trying comedic style narration and smut đ, tell me honest thoughts please!
Shouto is sure you were Pavlov and he was the dog in his past life.
Because sure enough, every time you make him a nice home cooked meal, he gets painfully hard. Not even a small twitch, that's excusable. You've got him at full mast at 6:33 pm on a Tuesday evening.
You didn't notice at first, how could you? It embarrassed him at first, so much so that he'd just sit down awkwardly at the dinner table, hands folded in front of him as he adjusted himself in his seat. A shy "Thanks, love," leaving him as you set his plate down.
But, the longer you've lived together, the more honest he's gotten about his needs. He'll walk behind you as you plate the food, pressing himself against your back so you can see how stupidly hard you've gotten him. Pressing harder when an amused "Shouto..." makes his ears turn pink.
His breath will be warm against your neck, thick arms tight around your waist as he tugged at the waist band on your pants. "Please?" He'd breathe out every time. Grinning to himself as you laughed and agreed.
He'd make quirk work of bending you over the counter, careful to not disturb the precious food, not even bothering to take off your panties, pushing them to the side as he worked his fingers in you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.
When he finally got himself inside you, he'd have to bite your shoulder with a groan to keep himself from coming immediately. Though your laughs always have your muscles twitching around him, and it makes him dizzy without fail.
He'd thrust into you on the counter, still flushed that gorgeous pink from embarrassment. Nailing the spot he's memorized inside you that always makes you gasp.
When you're done he'll always look sheepish but content, shuffling his feet around as you stand up to guide him into a sweet kiss he inevitably will melt into.
a/n: trying comedic style narration and smut đ, tell me honest thoughts please!
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