You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
emo/stoner!choso being clingy to his sweet girlfriend ⧽ collage au ! , sfw , Choso being touchy , he’s high , + note at the end ‹𝟹
before you noticed him, you felt a lot of weight pilled on top of you. his face smushed between your boobs, as his body completely collapsed on top of you, legs between yours.
“cho your heavy!!” you grunted looking down as you tossed your phone to the side.
he nuzzled deeper into your chest, as if he was trying to sink into your skin. “your so warm. and comfortable.” his voice muffled into your shirt. it was low and soft, laced with sleepiness.
your hand finds his hair like it’s second nature, slightly scratching while your other hand finds his waist, while your thumb rubs the skin there from his shirt slightly lifting.
he hummed at the feeling, his hands wrapping around you. this was his favorite thing to do. seeing you all comfortable in his bed, in nothing but his tshirt and just a pair of panties. it was all he needed after a long day. to be in your embrace.
you rested your head against his soft hair, as your hands wrapping around him. “your such a big baby.”
he lifted his head, pouting his lips. “your big baby?”
you couldn’t help but giggle, he was probably high since he was being very clingier than usual.
you peaked his lips. “yes my big baby.” he smiled like a fool, returning back to his favorite spot.
“I love you princess.” you could feel his lips slowly kissing your chest. returning the favor you kissed his head, another thing he loved. “I love you more cho.” his hands slid under your shirt, slightly grazing under your boobs. the touch wasn’t sexual, it was a way of grounding him.
a few minutes of the two of you laying there comfortably together, you started to hear soft snoring. looking down Choso was knocked out. his lips slightly parted, a little drool wetting your shirt. your heart squeezes from how cute he looked.
you couldn’t help but watched him for a minute. oh you were definitely gonna tease him about it.
slowly pulling his hair out his pigtails, you pushed his hair back from his face, putting it into one lose pony knowing he would start to get overwhelmed by his hair being up in the morning. carefully pulling the covers over him, you turned off the lamp on the nightstand.
“night my baby.” you kissed his head one more final time, his hand slightly squeezing your waist as if even your touches still affected him in his sleep.
you soon drifted off to sleep with you clingy boyfriend on top of you, with his weight, the warmness from his body, and just his presence himself made you feel safe. it grounded you as well.
truly there was no other place you would rather be.
make this my reality.. emo Choso u will always have my heart.. but my first little something since I have been reading so many Choso fics and I just love that man down bad. 🙈 if it’s bad I apologizeee I’m no pro at this.. just for funzies 🥹🤍
thinking about shoto who loves to make out with you. specifically when he’s got you pinned beneath him, whining into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him making your skirt bunch up to your waist.
he’ll kiss all over your cheeks and make his way to your neck, barely brushing his lips against your heated skin to see you squirm. your hips jerk and he moans directly in your ear.
he rolls his hips right against your panties and your fingers tangle in his hair holding him closer. it’ll start off as slow and teasing but you hear the change in his breathing and the way he hardens in his pants.
he’ll start fully humping against you like he’s fucking you, pressing his weight into you, taking your lips again and shoving his tongue inside.
he makes you cum embarrassingly fast and keeps humping as you're shaking. presses his forehead to yours, groaning lowly as he cums in his pants. hips still rolling.
he just goes back to making out with you like nothing happened, doesn’t even say anything or lift up for air. he’ll let out a breathy chuckle when you squeak when he starts to rut against you again.
he looks up from his book, finding you standing in front of him draped in one of his shirts with a pout painted on your perfect lips. he smiles up at you softly before looking back down at his book. he has to bite the inside of his cheek when you whine to get his attention.
“mmm.” you cross your arms.
“what baby?” he doesn’t even glance up at you.
“shoooo.” you stomp your foot.
he puts his book down and looks up at you with an amused smile. you step in between his legs and push your bottom lip out. his hands slide up your thighs and rest on your waist.
“‘s wrong?” he tilts his chin up to you.
“need you.” you mumble.
“c’mon then.” he pulls you closer. “i wanna finish this chapter.” he helps you straddle his thigh.
“sho.” you whimper, sliding yourself against his leg.
“shh shh shh.” he rests one of his hands on your lower back.
“touch me.” you whine, jerking your hips faster.
“baby, i told you i’m reading.” he moves his hand to your waist. “you can do it on your own.” he squeezes softly.
“mmm.” you bury your head in his neck.
he tries his hardest to focus on his book but your little sounds are pouring straight into his ear, making it hard for him to even finish a sentence. he puts his book down, pulling you back and lifting up your shirt, licking his lips as your breasts spill out.
“keep going baby. doing so good.” his voice so soft.
“shooo, want you to touch mee.” you grind against his thigh harder.
“show me you can cum on your own and then i’ll touch you.”
“but..” your lip wobbles.
“be a good girl.” he slides his hand on your waist to your lower back. “c’mon, i feel you leaking through my pants already.”
you start humping against him faster, thighs quaking, lips caught between your teeth. he flexes his thigh, small smirk playing in his lips when you jolt. he starts to bounce his leg, watching drool pool at the corner of your mouth.
“sho.. sho please!” you rock your hips on his hard thigh faster.
a couple more rolls of your hips and you’re cumming all over his leg making a mess. the moment he sees your orgasm pulsing through you he attaches his mouth to your chest and slides his fingers down to rub at your clit.
“sho i- ngh!!” your pleasure feels never ending.
“keep going.” he mumbles, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“but.. but i want you.” your fingers tangle in his hair. “please sho, i’ll be good.” you plead, hips rocking as his fingers tease you.
“you already got me.” he pulls back from your chest.
“want you to fill me.” your lip wobbles.
the hand on your waist wraps around your back and lifts you up from his thigh. you whine at the loss of friction until his fingers slide down from your clit and slip inside your needy pussy.
“better?” his fingers are already fucking into you.
“shoo want- ngh ! want your dick.” you ride his hand, small pants spilling from your mouth.
he just blinks up at you, curling his fingers, coaxing more pleasure out of your gummy walls. your body is shaking, hands sliding from his hair down his chest, pushing one past the waistband of his pants.
“please shoto, please!”
when you go to wrap your fingers around him he starts pounding his into you. you fall against his chest, leaking all over his hand, the sticky sounds almost louder than your moans.
“cum and i’ll fuck you.” his thumb brushes against your clit.
“yesyesyes!!” your thighs squeeze around his hand, orgasm slamming through you.
he works you through it, fingers slowly pumping into you until you settle. he pushes his sweats down, cock bobbing out, flushed and leaking already. he swipes the tip through your slick folds before starting to push in.
“thank you, thank you, tha- ahhh!”
he holds your hips in place and starts fucking up into you, hard. you bury your head in his neck, leaving small kisses on his heated skin, babbling incoherently as his hips snap into yours.
“i’m gonna- mmn, gonna finish my book after this.” he slams you down onto him over and over. “n you’re gonna sit here and be good.”
you nod your head into his neck, burying your fingers in his hair, holding onto him tightly. you’re dripping all over his thighs, squirming in his arms and squeezing around him so tightly.
“i’m.. i’m- ngh ! i’m cumming!!” you press yourself against him.
“fuck.” his arms tighten around you, thrusts slowing as he starts to fill you.
you both sit there panting in each other's arms for a couple minutes. he trails his fingers up and down your spine while you brush his hair back, pressing soft kisses all over his neck.
“gonna finish my book.” he leans to the side to pick it back up.
“okay.” you mumble letting your eyes flutter shut.
he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding you while he reads. your soft, even breathes fan against his skin as you fall asleep with him still buried inside.
thinking about shoto who loves to make out with you. specifically when he’s got you pinned beneath him, whining into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him making your skirt bunch up to your waist.
he’ll kiss all over your cheeks and make his way to your neck, barely brushing his lips against your heated skin to see you squirm. your hips jerk and he moans directly in your ear.
he rolls his hips right against your panties and your fingers tangle in his hair holding him closer. it’ll start off as slow and teasing but you hear the change in his breathing and the way he hardens in his pants.
he’ll start fully humping against you like he’s fucking you, pressing his weight into you, taking your lips again and shoving his tongue inside.
he makes you cum embarrassingly fast and keeps humping as you're shaking. presses his forehead to yours, groaning lowly as he cums in his pants. hips still rolling.
he just goes back to making out with you like nothing happened, doesn’t even say anything or lift up for air. he’ll let out a breathy chuckle when you squeak when he starts to rut against you again.
a/n: lil rougher and beefier sho like like i.. nghh like idk i need him on a molecular level
s. todoroki
you’ve been leaning in the doorway of the private gym, eyes locked on shoto with little hearts. he’s been working out more, focused on getting stronger, bigger. his shirt is tight, stuck to his abs with sweat, stretched taut against his biceps.
he sets his weights on the ground and lets out a puff of air, sitting back. when he looks up he finds you practically humping the doorframe. he lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head that you take as an invitation to come closer.
“need some water?” you reach down and grab his bottle. “or a towel?” you step between his legs. “or maybe to take your shirt off?” your tongue glides along your lower lip.
“thank you.” he grabs the water from your hands.
you watch him take a sip, a little dribbling down his chin and down his neck. you whimper, thighs squishing together as you watch his throat bob. he looks up at you, wiping the back of his hand on his mouth.
“and.. you..” your chest is heaving. “your shirt?”
he chuckles. “what about my shirt?”
“off. take it off.” you’re breathless.
he stands up, towering above you, eyes locked with yours as he starts to peel off his shirt. you bring your trembling hands up to him and press your palms on his stomach, watching it flex beneath your touch. your hands travel up to his arm, squeezing and digging your fingers into his muscles.
“shoto..” you blink up at him.
“hm?” he flexes his arms under your touch.
“mmm.” you whimper.
his eyes widen when you press your face against his chest, peppering kisses all over his warm skin. you’re whining his name, kissing and licking against him, he’s trying to pull you back but you won’t budge. you move to his bicep and sink your teeth in.
“hey!” his eyes widen.
“sorry.” you kiss your mark. “just look so tasty, sho.” you bite him again. “so big n’ strong.” you wrap your arms around his back. “need you.” you slide your hands down to his shorts and tug.
“lemme shower first.” he grabs your hands with a soft chuckle.
“no!” you shake your head. “need you now.” you start to pull off your own shirt.
“you can even shower with me.” he tries to coax.
“no sho, i’m gonna die, i need you now.” you slide to the ground and tug him with you.
“heyheyhey.” he cups your face. “slow down baby.” his thumbs brush over your heated skin.
you lean forward and press your lips to his and he pulls you closer. you tug him back with you until your back meets the padded floor and he’s hovering above you. you try and pull him lower but he catches himself on his forearms.
“sho please just.. just like put your full weight on me.” your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him lower.
“i’ll crush you.” he doesn’t budge and you’re hanging off of him.
“yeah.” you nod. “yeahh, please.” you blink up at him.
“don’t gotta get so worked up.” he dips back down and takes your lips.
“i want.. need.. need you to..” you look up at him with heated cheeks.
“tell me.” he nods, kissing you again.
“to like.. fuck me in a headlock.” you say quickly. “need to feel your muscles.. need you to like pin me in place and..” you whine. “shoto pleaseee!” you watch his cheeks flush.
his dick twitches at the thought and he flips you over quickly, lifting your hips and bending you into a mean arch. he yanks your shorts down and finds your pussy dripping, he rubs his thumb up your slit watching you tremble and push yourself back against him.
he leans over you, breath fanning across your neck as his low words drip into your ear. “gonna be a good girl for me?” he grinds his shorts into you.
you almost cum right there. “yes! yesyesyes! sho i’ll be so good please!”
he leans back to push his shorts down and slides his tip through your slick folds. he nudges against your clit a couple times, smiling at the way your knees shake. his jaw clicks when he starts to push his tip in, watching your little pussy greedily suck him in.
he inches in so slowly, making sure you feel every single inch, then he leans over you and molds himself to your back. his arms are on either side of your head and you’re drooling looking at his muscle and feeling his weight.
one of his hands grabs your jaw and tilts your head to the side so he can look at you. “you sure, baby?” he searches your glossed over eyes.
“please.” you slowly blink up at him.
he releases your jaw and wraps his arm around your neck, groaning when he feels your pussy squeezing around him. you let out a little hmph when his arm is in place and you fully give yourself over to him, eyes fluttering shut.
his pace is slow at first, making sure you’re okay and that the position is still comfy for you. when all he gets back is whines of ‘more’ and ‘sho please’ he starts to fuck into you faster.
your pussy is soaking him, dripping down the back of your thighs and leaving a mess all over his base. you’re holding onto his arm wrapped around you, nails digging into the muscle as whimpers leave your parted lips.
“like being under me like this?” his voice is almost mean and it makes your tummy twist. “yeah, i can feel you trying to milk me.” he chuckles.
“sho!” you gasp.
“like being so squished you can’t move?” he leans down and whispers in your ear. “just bent and split open for me to use.. to fill.” he grunts, rutting into you harder.
you nod your head as much as you're able, orgasm racing towards you. you try and warn him but all that comes out are broken moans. your nails bite into his skin as your pussy clamps down around him, eyes going fuzzy as he keeps fucking you through it.
his muscles are flexing around you and you can feel every ridge of his toned chest against your back. he’s panting so hard, all his noises flooding into your ear and going straight to your sensitive pussy.
“gonna take everything i give you?” his rhythm falters and you know he’s close. “gonna- hah fuck baby! gonna fill you up til you're leaking.” he nods, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.
all you know is pleasure and shoto’s muscles, your pussy responds in another shattering orgasm, trying desperately to get him to fill you. he snaps his hips into you hard and you feel the first rope, he starts fucking into you again, filling you with his warmth until he’s spent.
he moves his arm and you try to grab onto it but your arms are like jelly. he slowly pulls out and flips you over, eyes looking from the mess between your thighs to the fucked out expression on your face.
“ready for a shower, baby.” he caresses your thigh.
“can’t move.” you mumble.
“s’okay, i’m gonna take care of you.” he offers you the softest smile like he didn’t just fuck you in a headlock.
all day shoto just wanted to go home and be alone with you. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with his friends but this birthday dinner was going on for far too long. his hand was clasped in yours under the table, leg bouncing, and eyes starting to droop.
you squeeze his hand and rub your thumb over his knuckles. “you okay, baby?” you lean in close.
“i wanna go home.” he looks over at you.
“well it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.” you offer him a small smile.
your eyes widen a little when he stands abruptly. “thank you, i’d like to go home.” he gives your hand a little tug and you stand with him.
you let out a small laugh. “we’ve had a long day and- ”
they all assure you both they understand with wide smiles of their own and wave you guys off with more birthday wishes for him. his shoulders drop when the cool breeze washes over the both of you, he leads you to the car and helps you in.
“hm.” he hums when he gets behind the wheel. “so like whatever i want cause it’s my birthday?”
“mhm.” you turn to him, reaching over and brushing his hair back.
“well.. some of the guys talked about getting head when they drove.” your cheeks flush at his blunt words.
“yeah? is that what you want on the way home?” you smile, starting to shift in the seat to face him better.
“yeah.” he nods quickly.
you help him adjust his pants before he starts driving and when you’re both settled you give him a nod. both of his hands are gripped on the wheel when you bend over the center.
your warm breath fans across his dick and he lets out a low groan as you trace your tongue around his tip before slowly sinking down. you start a slow pace, not wanting to be too distracting but just enough where he’s moaning above you.
“why.. why would they want this?” he looks down at you at a red light. “feel so good but- hic! but.. but..”
you lift up and look at him with wet lips. “sho, pull the car over if it’s too much.”
“‘s not.” he glances up at the green. “just.. ‘s so good. can you keep going?”
you smile and suck him back into your mouth, one of his hands leaves the wheel and buries itself into your hair. he’s focused on the road but the feel of your warm and wet mouth has him wanting to be home now. you hum around him and his hips jerk, a needy sound slipping past his lip.
“fuck baby.” his fingers tug. “just like that.”
at every stoplight he’s staring down at you and it takes all his focus to look back on the road when the light turns green. by the time he pulls into the garage his legs are shaking and he can’t stop whimpering.
“need you now.” he’s pulling you up and tugging you onto his lap.
he’s kissing you messily, licking into your mouth across your lips, pushing his tongue against yours. his hands are pushing up your dress, tugging your panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds before lining himself up. he pushes into you so slowly, groaning and looking up at you with parted lips.
“wanna fuck you again when we get upstairs.” his hips jerk up.
“sho you haven’t even started fucking me here.” you let out a breathless chuckle. “or you want me to fuck you here, hm?” you run your fingers through his hair, starting to grind against him.
“yeahh.” he nods. “fuck, feel so good.”
he rests his hands on your hips, loosely guiding you as you rock your hips. you lean down, hair curtaining around your faces as you press your lips to his. the angle you’re at has him brushing against your clit making you squeeze around him and leaking all over his pants.
he slips one of his hands between your bodies and lazily circles at your clit. your hips jerk faster, breath catching, whining into his mouth feeling your tummy tighten.
“need- mmn need you to cum.” he gasps in your mouth.
you nod, already close, humping against him faster, legs burning and back aching from the angle. the airs hot and dense, windows fogged up only aiding in making the both of you sweatier. he pinches your clit and your mind short circuits and you cum hard and messy all over him.
“fuck.” he groans, filling you instantly, hips bucking, eyes glassing over. “fuuuck.”
you’re both panting, stuck together, neither of you willing to move or separate. “we gotta go upstairs.” he nods at your words.
“we can fuck again?” he starts to lift you off and fix your panties.
“yeah baby, ‘s your birthday.” you press your lips to his.
“what if it wasn’t my birthday?” he smiles against your lips.
“i’d still fuck you anyway cause you’re hot.” you playfully push at his chest.
“thought you like when i make my fingers a little cold.” his hand slides up to your chest.
a/n: my brain is still w shoto and my cramps have arrived brb gonna try to nap
s. todoroki
thinking abt shoto who knows when you’re about to get your period, not just cause of your mood or cravings or sensitivity but because he notices every little change and maybe he tracks more than just your ovulation
he does not care about going to the store to buy you pads or tampons, he actually knows which brand you prefer because he put you on to them after doing research and picking the best ones for his baby
he’ll show up with all your favorites on the first day, all your favorite sweets and salty snacks, so may different drinks, a new plushie, a blind box, literally anything to get a smile back on your face
he crawls into bed behind you, pulling you against his chest and slips his hand under your shirt and resting it on your lower tummy and warms it up to that perfect temperature that has you finally relaxing
and when you finally wake up from your nap he’ll shower you with kisses and soft murmurs and then tell you he has a reservation at hotpot place so he can get your protein up (and eat his fav soba) and he’ll literally cook for you and feed you because you shouldn’t have to lift a finger !
then when you guys get home he’s whispering about a hot shower to help all your muscles relax and once you’re in the steaming shower he’s kissing you so soft hands everywhere, whispering again about how an orgasm helps with cramps
and he just rubs your clit so sweet as you cling onto him, little whimpers spilling out into his neck as he works you and talks you through it so slowly, giving so much praise and so many kisses and then cleans you off and helps you get ready for bed holding you as you drift off with a warm hand on your tummy <33
a/n: everyone say thank you 🧨 bc i get the nastiest reqs from them and i lowk gatekeep
s. todoroki
shoto’s sitting in his computer chair, calm, palms resting on his bare thighs as he watches the chat fill up. he always starts slow, a hand trailing up his inner thigh, dick twitching to life in anticipation. he drags one finger over over his pink tip and the chat explodes.
he slowly wraps his fingers around himself, stroking like he has all the time in the world. thumb swiping against his tip at the beads of pre that are leaking out. he wraps his fingers around his shaft, giving himself one pump, abs flexing in the low light and the tips start coming in.
there’s a bunch of messages flooding in on when he’ll bring in his special guest. he doesn’t respond, just continues to stroke himself, soft grunts spilling past his lips. he leans back in his chair, breathing heavier now as he looks past his camera at you.
you’re standing in the doorway watching him, your thighs clenched tight, body heated and twitchy. he starts to pump himself faster, hips jerking up, moans falling freely from his lips. you start to tug on the ties of your robe and let the silk fall from your shoulders to the floor.
“fuck baby.” he looks at you with heavy lids. “c’mere.” he waves you over with his other hand.
you walk over slowly, nibbling on your bottom lip and when he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you in front of him you have a wave of heat wash through your body. he turns you so you’re facing the camera and pulls you back on his lap, spreading your thighs open over his.
“this is my pretty girlfriend.” one hand slides up your thigh while the other is all over your chest. “isn’t she perfect? tell her how perfect she is.” his fingers are quick to find your clit.
“sho..” you lean back against his chest.
“look at the chat baby.” he kisses your neck. “all these guys saying they’ll touch you better.. fuck you better.” he rolls on of your nipples. “see all the girls.. hm? saying how they wish they were you? sitting in my lap and squirming?” he dips two fingers into your needy pussy.
your head is fuzzy, thighs already shaking as he whispers the nasty things to you. every time you look at the camera or chat you clench around his fingers, whining and bucking in his lap.
“think we should make her cum?” he talks to his audience. “hm? wanna see my pretty girl soak my fingers before i fuck her?”
his chat is going crazy, he’s never this vocal and they’re spamming him with messages and tips. he curls his fingers, smirking as he hears your breath hitch, fucking them into you faster. your toes curl and you’re whimpering so sweetly, he knows you’re close. he hooks his thumb up and circles around your clit and you burst.
“shoto!” you cum hard and messy.
“she’s a good girl, huh?” he slowly slides his fingers out. “wanna see how she takes my cock? she’s fuckin made for it.”
you gasp as he gathers your legs and lifts them up to your chest. he lifts you a little higher and his cock springs out from behind you and bobs against your sticky folds. he reaches down, sliding his tip around, sloping it against your clit making you jerk against him. he finally lines up and slowly starts to sink into your pussy.
“fuck, sucking me in so good.” he pants. when he finally bottoms out he looks at the chat exploding and smirks. “alright.. how should i fuck her?”
you’re breathless, can’t even focus on anything he’s saying let alone the screen in front of you. he’s got you filled to the brim and this angle has you feeling him up in your tummy. he’s cooing and talking to the camera but all you can think about is the way he’s pulsing inside of you right now.
“ohhh she likes that.” he chuckles.
you try and blink at the screen to see what they said but he pulls out to the tip and snaps his hips back into you. you try and catch your breath but he’s pounding into you and the only thing you can do is keep gasping. your toes are curled, fingers digging into his arm that’s holding you up, pussy making a mess all over his lap.
“feel so good baby.” he whispers in your ear. “s-sorry ‘m talking like that.” he nuzzles into your neck, quiet so only you hear. “love you.” he kisses your heated skin.
“shoto!” you whine.
he’s fucking you so fast and this position has you embarrassingly close already. he’s panting and talking so filthy to you and the camera, making a show out of everything and it’s turning you on to no end.
“she’s about to cum.” he lets out a breathy laugh. “gonna fill her up and show you guys how she leaks with me.”
his pace is erratic, pleasure overflowing in your lower stomach and it snaps. you clap down around his cock, milking him and whining out his name as he keeps fucking you through it. he lets out a low groan and you feel his warmth start to fill you and leak out with each sloppy thrust of his hips. he pulls out and lifts you up again, showing your pussy to the camera and sliding his fingers through your creamy folds.
“look at my girl.” he dips his fingers into your pussy. “still fluttering around me.” he shakes his head. “you guys think she was a good girl?” he watches the screen, lazily finger fucking his cum back into you. “yeahh, me too. she’s my good girl.” he kisses the side of your head. “maybe i’ll bring her back again.” he nods before clicking out of the stream and closing the website.
“are you okay?” he lets your legs down. “was i too rough? did you like it?” he turns you around in his lap and carries you to the bed.
“so good.” you nod up at him with tired eyes. “s’hot sho.” you nod.
“yeah?” he smiles. “my good girl.” he leans down and presses his lips to yours. “gonna get you cleaned up.”
a/n: had to go back to my shoto roots for my 2 month anniversary on this bloggggg
thinking abt shoto who loves to spoil you rotten. nothing is too much, if anything it’s not enough. he’ll walk around the mall with you for hours, carrying all your bags and never letting his soft smile drop.
he watches you prance around the different stores, pointing at things you want and cooing about the color. he’ll sit and watch you try on clothes for as long as you want, content on the couch watching as you twirl around with hearts in his eyes.
and once you’re done shopping, yawning and leaning on his side he’ll drive you home. he carries all your bags in the house while you’re still napping in the passenger seat and then comes back and carries you inside.
“sho.” you bury your head in his neck.
“we’re home.” he wraps his arms around you tighter.
“wanna kiss you.” you lean back.
he chuckles before offering you his lips. you lazily kissed him, opening your mouth and whining until he pushes his tongue inside and glides it against yours. your hands tangle in his hair as he walks you to the bedroom, laying you back on the bed and never breaking the kiss.
you’re softly tugging on his hair, whimpering as he deepens the kiss, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your face. your thighs fall open around him as he settles in between them. he kisses the side of your mouth and down your neck, softly sucking on your pulse as you squirm.
“sho.. can you..” you whine pushing his shoulders lower.
his laugh fans across your neck before he scoots down your body. he flips your skirt up, eyes darkening when he sees your cute panties soaked. he places a small kiss on the center, smiling when your thighs twitch before he slowly starts to peel them down.
his mouth is watering just looking at you. he points his tongue and slides the tip through your sticky center, lowly groaning at your sweet taste before he circles your clit. your hips jerk when he kitten licks, he’s looking up at you through thick lashes, watching your chest heave and lips part.
“shoto please.” you brush his hair back.
he doesn’t make you beg. he sucks your cute little clit into his mouth, sighing at the sounds that spill from your glossed lips. he doesn’t hold your hips, lets you grind against his face and tongue, working yourself up faster while your pussy soaks his chin.
after your first orgasm is when he’ll place a thick arm over your hips to hold you in place and slip two fingers into your cunt. he’ll curl them just right and start fucking them into you until he hears that one, “shotooo!!” and keeps that pace until you’re falling apart again.
by your third your legs are clamped around his head and he has to pull them apart to lift up. you’re reaching for him, pleading for him to just push his pants down. he watches you squirm as he frees himself, pumping himself a couple times while you jerk your hips up.
“shoto please.” you try to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
he grabs your waist and scoots you closer, smacking his tip against your clit before sliding down and pressing at your pussy. he pushes his tip in and you greedily suck him in, hips pushing forward.
he splits you open so slowly, each inch making your eyes roll back until he’s flush with your hips. then he’s slowly dragging his cock out, only leaving his tip inside, bringing a hand down to thumb at your clit to feel your walls clamp around his tip before pushing back in. and then he’s fucking you so slow but each time he bottoms out he snaps his hips so you feel him in your throat.
“so pretty.” he pants. “feel so good.” he nods.
he leans down and presses his lips to yours again, swallowing down all of your sounds as he fucks into you. you’re clinging onto him so tight, nails digging into his shoulders and spilling all of your soft gasps into his mouth.
“sho!” you cum, arching up into him.
he fucks you through it, his forehead dropping to yours as he feels his stomach tighten with his own release. his pace is still calculated, only a small falter when you feel the first burst of warmth. he’s filling you with rope after rope until he’s spent and practically shaking on top of you.
“wanna bath.” you blink up at him.
“course baby.” he nods, chest still heaving.
he scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom where he sets you on the counter and starts preparing the bath. while the waters running he starts to finally undress you, leaving kisses all over your warm skin until you’re naked. he tugs off his clothes and sinks into the water with you and holds you so gently while he washes you.
roommate!shoto is a lil lot naive. like he just thinks that this is how all roommates act and he just wants to be good to you. anything you ask he’s more than happy to do because he genuinely enjoys taking care of you.
when you’re whining about how you’re too sleepy to shower he’ll literally carry you to the bathroom and run you a bath before turning and letting you peel your clothes off and sink into the steaming water.
and he’ll help you bathe and have the softest touch, bringing you every sweet smelling soap you ask for. he’ll pretend his breathing isn’t heavy and that his cheeks aren’t on the cusp of bursting into flame because he wants to keep helping you.
your eyes will get all droopy and he’ll nod when you ask him to scoop you out of the bath and he dries you off with a fluffy towel. he’ll carry you to your room and you’ll pout at him to help you get dressed for bed.
“want one of your shirts.” you whisper.
“okay.” he turns to leave.
“can i.. have the one you’re wearing? ‘s all warm and smells like you.”
he’ll tug off his shirt and walk over to you and pull it over your head. he leaves to go fill your water bottle and returns to dim the lights and turn on your fan. you whine softly at him and he tilts his head at you.
“sho my vibe is dead.” your cheeks heat.
“want me to plug it in for you?” he opens your side table and pulls out the charger.
“yeah but.. wanna cum.” your lip trembles.
he’ll plug your vibe in for you and then crawl into bed with you and sink down between your soft thighs. he’ll pepper kisses all over your skin and kiss a line up your slit while you squirm. he pokes his tongue out and slides it between your folds before curling around your clit and sucking it into his mouth.
he’d stay between your thighs all night if you asked, he loves eating you out. the way your fingers tangle in his hair and pull him closer, the way your thighs shake and squeeze around his head, and he loves the way you drip down his chin when he licks down and pushes his tongue into you sweet little pussy.
you cum with a cry of his name and a fist full of his hair as he humps your bed and slurps down all of your juices. he kisses all over your thighs again and pulls back with swollen lips and looks up at you waiting for you to tell him what you want next.
“stay and hold me.” you reach down to him.
and he’ll come up next to you in bed and pull you against his chest, humming softly as you start to drift off.
“shoto did you know you have so many muscles.” you coo, fingers tracing his abs.
“yeah.” he nods. “i work out at least once a day.” his muscles ripple under your soft touch.
“mm..” you smile. “did you know i love them very much.” your graze your nails on his abs.
“well you touch them a lot.” his voice breathier.
you lift up and straddle his hips, watching how he looks up at you with a slightly tilted head. “can i ride them?”
“ride what?” his brows furrow.
“your abs.” you drag your panty clad pussy across the ridges of his abs once.
“is that.. pleasurable?” his hands settle on your waist.
“i think so.” you start to rock against him and his fingers flex on your warm skin.
“should i.. do i do anything?” he can feel his blush creeping up his neck and spreading over his cheeks.
“don’t gotta.. mmf! maybe just help keep me going you- sho!” you moan when he starts to press you done harder and grind you against him faster.
“can feel how wet you are.” he stares down at where you’re connected. “should just take your panties off.” he hums, two fingers sliding down to tug at the fabric.
“don’t wanna stop.” you shake your head and hump against him faster.
“you don’t have to.”
and then you hear the rip and feel his hard muscles directly on your slick folds. “shooo!” you whine.
“s’okay. i’ll buy you more.”
he can’t pick where to look, he wants to watch where you’re sliding against him but every cute scrunch on your face his has him stopping. he can’t not look at your covered chest and the way your nipples poke through the shirt, he needs to see all of you.
you whine when his hands leave your hips only for him to tug the shirt off over your head leaving you completely naked above him. you shiver at the cool air but keep your hips rocking.
one of his hands slides to the small of your back to keep you moving while his other cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip. he groans when your younger brushes the pad of his finger before he slowly slides his hand lower. his fingers dance around your throat and you gasp, humping against him faster. he slides further down and rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching softly, staring up at your face as your eyes flutter shut.
“shoto i- nghh!” your breath catches. “sho!” your thighs tremble on either side of him.
“so beautiful.” he murmurs.
his soft words are all you need to be pushed over the edge. your hips stop and he feels you soak his abs, the prettiest moan falling from your lips before you collapse on his chest. he kisses your forehead and trails his fingers up and down your spine as you come down.
thinking about shoto who always acted so aloof to the point where you thought he was so innocent, maybe never even jerked off before. he was so blushy and shy you were positive he was a virgin, he had to be! he didn’t even kiss you goodnight on your first date!
fast forward to the sixth date, it was a home date, cuddling and watching movies, whispering in each others ears and him making you cum three times on his fingers before the first movie is over!
by the time the second movie started playing he was sinking you down onto his cock, your toes curling from just how big he was. he wrapped his thick arms around you and pounded up into you, grunting when you buried your head in his neck and let all your little whines spill into his ear.
when you came around him for the first time he pulled out and and laid you on your back on the couch and plunged right back in with a nasty squelch. you’re looking up at him with glazed over eyes and he leans down to lazily thumb at your clit and you cum again, desperately clawing at his arms.
and then he flipped you over! you never thought he would cum and you might die from his stamina as he sunk back into you and had his hips smacking into your ass in seconds. he leaned over you, caging you in with him and rutting into you like it was his goal to get you pregnant.
and when he finally came it was with you facing him again and him slowly rocking into you, kissing you so deep, his forearms braced on the couch and his fingers in your hair. it was like he was trying to consume you whole as he filled you with so much cum it was leaking.
and shoto was a virgin! he just watched a lot of porn and hentai and jerked off at least three times a day! why else would he be some calm and laid back and have crazy stamina?
a/n: fuck it some hc’s for snow leopard!shoto x bunny!reader
⋆˙⟡ expressive ears that give away his mood, tail is the same way and he blushes and gets embarrassed about it
⋆˙⟡ he’ll chew on his tail absentmindedly and you’ll pull it out of his mouth and he ends up wrapping it around you, caressing you with the soft fur
⋆˙⟡ he’s so so protective of you like kinda just always surrounding you and always has a hand on you, he tries not to be too overbearing but you’re just his sweet little bunny and he wants to take care of you
⋆˙⟡ lovessss licking/cleaning the soft fur of your lop ears, likes the way it makes you squirm and cling onto him, loves even more when scratch behind his ears
⋆˙⟡ gets embarrassed about his ruts but you always take it so good, letting him have your pretty cunt as long as he needs, however he needs
⋆˙⟡ loves when you go into your heats cus you wake him up in the middle of the night with your ears pressed flat to your head and you’ll be straddling his face whining at him to eat you
⋆˙⟡ shoto loves missionary but he loves doggy cus he gets to watch your little tail go crazy as he makes you feel good and he can mouth and take your ears between his teeth groaning when you clamp down around him
⋆˙⟡ he loves that your stamina rivals his and gets super blushy at how horny you are all the time but just lets you hump against him as much as you need
Warnings: Fem!reader, Smut, NSFW. Um. First time writing smut so multiple kinks included yeah? Dom/sub dynamics.
Your husband, Shoto todoroki is the sweetest man you could ever get. That man spoils you in every way you can imagine.... gifts, affection, affirmations and as a cherry on top his illegal handsome and beautiful face
In fact, in your relationship you are the dom one. Not because you acting like it but because of shoto only accepts to do what you like. You tried to let him make the choices as in like travelling plans, what kind of things he wants to try but unless you want him to plan it, shoto will never say anything except 'i want whatever you want, my dear'
But life has a balance yeah...
Shoto's dom side comes out behind the closed doors, while being tangled in sheets...
Pleasure dom he is, he will take your soul out of you and put it back just to repeat the scenery again and again between the rounds... He will stop if you give the sign of it but if you dont ho ho ho you are done sweet girl. He will edge you, overstimulate you, break you to the point of crying and sobbing from pleasure... When you ask him about his realese, he will tell you that your orgasm pleasures him most then his owns...
And if you want him to be a sub? Oh ho ho ho you really think he would be a cute little subby boy? WRONG. Brattiest and most spoiled sub boy you could EVER met. He gets really angry and pouty if you dont give him what he wants AND will punish you for all the things you did or did not do to him while he was at the bottom.
When i say a spoiled brat i mean it. Shoto is a touch starved cat who was cold until he met his soulmate. He craves any crumbs of attention you give to him. Head pats, hugs, kisses in anywhere, holding his face and peppering him butterfly kisses... he will take them all happily while you murmur and talk in baby voice to him, watching his little goofy smile (like a c:). He always looks like a cat who is purring non-stop in the moments like this.
So if you try to take this affections he craves from you in the bed as a teasing... good luck babe you wont talk at least 2 days. Dont get him wrong tho! You want him to be sub? Of course. He will do anything for you. But remember... he will take his payment in different fonts.
And the most cute and cruel thing is after the heat...
As if he didnt unlock the beast behind his dense face seconds ago he will ask what you want to drink beside water and wont take the "whatever you want, sho" answer.
♤
A/N: Good lord first time writing a smut... gonna be 19 in a month but still feel illegal to write this LMAO
It happened to be today when it truly hit Shoto: this undeniable greed for your love and attention, to need you by his side. The feeling was insatiable. He wanted you to rely on him—to need him, for him to show you how he could give you everything you deserved and more.
content/warnings ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, softdom!shoto, yandere-adjacent!shoto, newly established relationship, smut, pwp, switches pov, obsessive & possessive behavior, fingering, slight thigh humping, vaginal sex, oral sex both m & f receiving, dirty talk, praising/praise kink, size kink if you squint, voice kink, overstimulation, missionary, mating press, creampie, multiple orgasms, very slight undertones of manipulation, pet names
a/n ᢉ𐭩 birthday fic for sho even tho his birthday passed and the birthday theme isn’t really prevalent here LOL i felt depraved writing this and need him bad
Shuddering breaths leave your lips, soundlessly, teeth gnashing onto the poor flesh as you struggle to muffle your pants. Clouds fill your hazy mind as you throw your head back against his sturdy chest, desire burning low in your gut, shaky palms gripping onto strong forearms that spread you open. Wide open, as you teeter on the edge of control that threatens to slip.
It’s an extremely fragile edge. But one that takes two to nudge—one that tests you, more so than him.
And perhaps that’s why it’s unfair, because he knows you. He’s quietly observant and unsuspectingly relentless. Knows just how much to give and how much to take. Knows how much to corner you so that you’ll hold on to him, reveling when it works.
How unfair.
A voice filters in from your phone speaker, layering static on top of drunken slurs that you can’t bother to decipher—that you are unable to decipher. Especially not with Shoto’s large hand palming your clit, grinding firm and slow circles against it. Heat met with heat.
“Are you going to answer him?” Shoto murmurs lowly into your ear. Words that wave off the clouds in your brain for one second before they muddle again when he teases a finger against your slit.
It’s a featherlight breach in comparison to the rest of him, and it wrecks you that this is only the beginning. That, despite him having barely done anything, your arousal already gathers heavily onto the pad of his finger. Undeniably wet. Sticky.
You remember he asked a question, and your whispers come out choked. Tight. “I- I don’t know what he’s saying—” Shoto pushes one thick finger in, smooth, sliding steadily along your walls that clench tight around the single digit. A whimper nearly breaks out before you clamp your mouth shut, the feeling of his knuckle cool stone against your entrance.
This feels wrong. Wildly inappropriate as Kaminari mumbles to himself across the line. But it seems to barely affect Shoto as his only response is to tighten his arm around your squirming waist, pulling your back flush against his chest as he pries you open on his lap.
Two forgotten wine glasses sit on the table, barely touched. The aftermath of the party was strewn around the house: cups and stray chairs littering everywhere, a half-eaten cake on the kitchen counter, the space worn with the familiar echo of friends.
All background to what’s playing out obscenely on the living room couch.
“Would you like my help?” he asks. A little too sweetly, as if he weren’t the reason for your fog-filled mind.
You hurriedly nod, though not entirely comprehending what he’s saying, teeth biting harsher into your lip when he slips another finger inside.
Shoto rests the side of his head against yours, red strands of hair peeking into your vision. He speaks—a low sound. A deep rumble that reverberates through your limbs, and you’re scared that you might cum from his voice alone.
You probably can. His effect on you is just that powerful.
“Tell him to go home,” he whispers into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. Less of a suggestion and more like a command.
It comes out immediately, strained. Straight to the point. “Kaminari. Go home.”
“You’ll give it to him tomorrow,” Shoto murmurs, pumping in and out of you. Steady, strong strokes that leave you breathless, that have you wondering how he can make you feel so full with two mere fingers. Until he stills, reminding you generously, “His jacket.”
You gasp out, fighting to keep your composure, if only through your stuttering voice. “I’ll- I’ll come by tomorrow. I’ll stop by. To give you your- your jacket.”
Kaminari whines, high-pitched and noisy and clearly intoxicated. “But ‘m still nearby. We all turned back already and ‘ts cold.”
“Try again, sweetheart,” Shoto urges you.
Which makes you breathe out hotly, heart racing in your chest, words tumbling out fast. “Just go home, Kaminari. It’s late, a-and dark, and I’m tired. Sho’s tired. We’re practically—”
Shoto suddenly curls his fingers upwards, grazing a sensitive spot inside. You jerk against his hold, pinching your eyes shut, trying to dull the warmth webbing from your core.
The rest out comes weakly. “—practically in b-bed already…”
Practically.
Past the squelching of his fingers leaving and entering you, rustling can be heard from over the phone. You hear voices—people who are completely oblivious as to what’s transpiring on the other end of the line. Worried mumbles, loud complaints, whines, arguing and yelling over who knows what.
You feel Shoto smile against your temple.
Then finally, you hear your friend’s voice again, crackling like electricity in the already charged air. “Alrigh ‘right. We’ll sswing by t’morrow then. Hey, kiss ‘Roki g’night for me, won’t cha?”
An I will means to come out. It really does. But Shoto relentlessly starts his pace again, thrusting in with more force, pressing the heel of his palm onto your clit, and his other hand makes it just in time to wrap around your mouth as a moan helplessly erupts from you.
The span of his hand easily covers half your face, hushing the delicate sounds meant for his ears only.
You squeeze your eyes tight as he works you. Aloof, careful, serious; all words people would describe him. If only they also knew how shameless he could be, shamelessly unworried as he finger-fucks his lover whilst on the phone with his dear friends.
“—oh!” Mina’s voice. At least, you think it is. “And tell him happy birthday for us again! We hope he had a lot of fun tonight!”
Shoto doesn’t move from his position, though he raises his head just slightly. His thrusts are rapid now, but his voice is steady, unassuming. Dare you say it, amused. “Thank you, Mina. I will.”
Three consecutive beeps ring out, signaling the end of the phone call. By the third chime, Shoto’s hold on you releases immediately, hand unwinding from your face, digits quickly pulling out stickily. Almost too fast for you to process, if not for the instant cold washing over you.
You whip around on his lap, glaring up at him with flushed need, pants leaving your lips erratically. Your eyes ask him what you can’t seem to say. Anger and embarrassment masking plead.
What’s wrong with you? Why did you do that?
And why did you stop?
Shoto tilts his head to the side, and you know, you just know he understands.
“You were going to come.” He states it as a fact because it is.
So, why did you stop? The words were on the tip of your tongue but unescaping. Instead, your fist lifts to thump weakly against his broad chest. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. He never does because it’s not an action meant to push.
“We have a long night ahead of us,” is all he says, eyes patient, but darkening by the second.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
You don’t nod, nor shake your head, but prickling anticipation boils in the pit of your gut. He says this as if he knows what’s best for you. And you can’t deny the flutter in your stomach at his unwavering confidence, at his own self-trust that he knows exactly what you need and how to give it.
At your silence, Shoto grabs your frozen fist against him, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles. Reverent and appreciative, how one treats something they love. Desire scorches into your bones at the sight, heart beating wildly in your chest.
And his voice clings to you, sticks to you like honey:
“Here. Why don’t I show you?”
Shoto would never deny how smitten he is with you. In fact, he knows it hit him very early on in the relationship: this all-consuming love he felt for you, this desire to be by your side, this greed to be the recipient of your attention at all times.
You came into his life like a flurry of flames—became the center of his world, and if there’s one thing he can ever be confident of, it's that he could provide you with everything you needed and more.
If only you’d let him.
Perhaps it’s because you two have been dating for only half a year now, or maybe it's because he was high-profile in the hero world, but you still had this air of courtesy surrounding you. A distance that kept him from veering too close, a wall that shot up in favor of “taking the relationship slow.”
Shoto was desperate to break it down.
And the truth is, he wanted you to rely on him. To need him. Because while he admired your strength and independence, you didn’t need to be when he’s around. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger or ever deny yourself anything, because he’d do it for you. You only had to say the words.
But Shoto knew you were too headstrong for that, too cautious. And so, he was careful. Careful to scatter his love in ways that you’d accept it, careful not to be too forceful. He should’ve known it’d backfire on him—his patience, on his birthday of all days.
January 11th, the day was spent walking around the winter-chilled city. A date meticulously planned and led by none other than you. He thought it was cute, adorable really, with how insistent you were to celebrate his special day, perhaps even more excited than he was.
It was going great. You were attentive—practically doting on him, ensuring he was having a fun time. Giddy by his side. But more importantly, you were open: lenient when he talked about future birthdays as if he was certain you were going to be there, willing when he prodded about bits of your life that you’ve always been hesitant to share. Perhaps it was the birthday luck everyone spoke so highly of.
Perfect—it was going perfectly. That is, until an unwelcoming encounter with an old friend stopped you in your tracks. Shoto had narrowed his eyes at the sight: your childhood neighbor who graciously interrupted him on the streets with a loud yell and a too-familiar call of your name, your eyes lighting up in response to the unexpected reunion.
Shoto was silent throughout the entire interaction, save for when he introduced himself stiffly behind you. It displeased him further when the man barely acknowledged him, when he excitedly babbled about how things were going well back at home, and that everyone missed you. And his heart stopped when he heard the conversation unfold before his very eyes:
“It was nice seeing you. I was actually curious about how everyone was doing back home. It does make me miss it.”
It did?
Your friend smiled, an action that had Shoto seething inside, even more so at the faint blush reddening the man’s cheeks. It made his blood boil. “You should move back home. Like I said, everyone misses you.”
“Ah. Yeah… maybe. I’ll think about it.”
Shoto reeled then. Not physically, but inside, his mind was racing. Were you just being polite? Or did you actually mean your words? Were you actually thinking of moving back home?
Were you going to leave him?
Shoto felt his world nearly crumble then and there.
But after your friend left, you looked at him with such a warm and beautiful smile on your face. A sight that never fails to make him want to keep you all to himself, a sacred treasure. He was deathly quiet when you pulled him along to the next planned destination, thinking—reflecting, unable to help himself when he asked:
“You’re moving back home?”
Your head whipped up to him, eyes wide, a little shocked. “Huh? Oh… No… I was just saying what I think he wanted to hear.” You didn’t offer any other explanation, but Shoto saw it, that crack of hesitation in your expression. After all, he studied you well, seared every emotion and reaction you exhibited safely away in his mind. He could tell, in a heartbeat, that you had some reservations, though he didn’t know exactly what.
Then again, it was undeniable: Shoto is smitten with you—he loves you. So, in that split second, he decided he wouldn’t be upset or angry with you. He couldn’t be.
He just had to make you see it, what he could give you.
The day continued with that notion solely on his mind, through all the birthday festivities you had planned and the warmth you basked him in. It didn’t stop when you two made it back to his place, for a chorus of Surprise! welcomed him at the threshold of his door—the presence of all his loved ones there, courtesy of you.
He was indeed surprised. Not so much because of you, that you would think to plan something like this; it was telling of your character, of how much care you put into things. It thrills him, to be the one you think so methodically of. It almost makes him forget that you hesitated.
Shoto was more surprised at seeing his family whom he couldn’t visit often due to work, and at his friends who embarked on paths different from his. It was pleasant to catch up with them, since he hadn’t seen them for a while. And that should’ve been the first sign.
If they haven’t seen him all that much, then they haven’t seen you. And for most, it was their first time officially meeting you. So, as much as everybody wanted to be with the birthday boy, they just as much wanted to be with and get to know his new beloved.
You are easily lovable, and loved by many; it’s one of your charms. He sees that. He understands why, even if all he was itching for was you to be by his side. The timing couldn’t have been worse, the culmination of everything built up today that made this wretched spear of possessiveness stab him at the throat. That dug with each passing second.
At first, it was five minutes. Iida had pulled you away briefly, leaving him to chat with Fuyumi and Natsuo. Shoto was admittedly confused, on edge and alarmed. He counted down the minutes, listening aimlessly to their rambling, until you came back, waving off how Iida was fussing over proper first introductions.
The sense of relief that hit him was immense, a hefty arm gently wrapping around your hip that tugged you back to his side. He ignored the mildly interested looks of his siblings, just focusing on the fact that you were near him again.
Then, it was twenty-four minutes, give or take thirty seconds. Uraraka came up to you, cheeks redder than usual from the alcohol, and promptly tugged you to the other side of the room. Girl time, she said. It was frustrating because you were still in sight. So close but out of reach, laughing and spreading your love to those around you.
Shining like the bright star you were, giving undivided attention to those who craved it.
Oh, how he longed to take you back. He would’ve, if not for Kaminari holding him hostage.
Shoto can blame it on his birthday all he wants, perhaps use the idea that your world should revolve around him on his special day. But he would be lying to himself. It just happened to be on his birthday when it truly hit him: the insatiable need to swallow you up whole. To be the center of your universe and simultaneously lead you through it at the same time.
He knew he was greedy, but he couldn’t care less.
Eventually, you came back, only to be whisked away again. And this time, it was an hour, two minutes, and thirteen seconds.
By then, Shoto was undoubtedly irritated.
Because this time. This time, you don’t make your way back to him. Mina excitedly decides to ask for your life story. Midoriya catches you in the midst of his tangents. Bakugo, for some reason, was insistent on hearing your thoughts on the birthday cake he so graciously made. And pulls you into a debate on the right amount of sweetness in pastries.
It’s not your fault.
That is, until he managed to grab you for forty-two seconds, before someone snagged you again. His hand latched onto your hip firmly, messily, a little roughly, and that’s when he felt it. Slipped underneath your shirt, the texture of familiar lace he’s seen paired with your supple skin in the heat of the night.
His eyes widened just slightly; he could even feel the blood pumping through his body.
Because you understand him well, if the knowing smile you gave him was anything. Then there you were, ushered away again like Cinderella at midnight, throwing a gaze with twinkling eyes behind your shoulder. Mouthing the words: your gift.
He barely saw you for the rest of the night. (Three hours and thirty-six minutes)
No. He was just able to get his hands on you when the last person trickled out. Yellow-haired and with one less jacket than he came with. Shoto was already by your side before the door shut with a resounding click.
“Did you have fun?” you had asked him, sweetly.
His response was instant, “Thank you for planning this for me. It was nice seeing everybody.”
Then you chuckled lightly, sighing when his hands molded to your waist, pulling you flush against his body.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I had fun,” Shoto affirmed. Then looked down with honest affection, tinged with something dark. “I admit, it’s more fun now that I have your attention again.”
You laughed, raising your arms to rest on his shoulders, wrists crossing behind his neck. “What do you mean? I’ve been paying attention.”
“No.”
His simple statement made you laugh harder, vibrating against his body. The corner of his lips lifted at the sound, as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I love you.”
The words came out breathlessly, a forever-standing devotion. Then,
“It slips my mind at times. The reminder that other people will want to love what I love.”
You smiled cheesily, knowingly. But he can’t imagine that you can truly fathom how he really feels. “Are you jealous, Shoto?”
“It’s my birthday,” he stated back, half-heartedly, childishly. You gazed into his eyes, crinkles forming around your own.
“I want you,” he said lowly.
Not just on my birthday, but forever. I want your eyes only on me. I wish to be the center of your world, like how you are in mine.
Shoto didn’t say any of this. Instead, he lets you grasp his hands. Lets you lead them underneath your shirt, and feel the lace that’s been tempting him all night. His gift for him, or so you said.
I want to see how I affect you. I want to see you fall apart for me. I want you to rely on me. To want me. To need me. I want to show you how I can give you everything you deserve and more, that there will never be a reason for you to leave.
Shoto still didn’t say any of this, but his hands roamed. At the back of his mind, he didn’t want to scare you with his obsession. So he starts with this:
“Let me take care of you.”
Without a doubt, these were odd words to be coming from the birthday boy. But if birthdays were to revolve around his world, and you were his world, it made sense. And there is no other gift in the universe that would be greater than you.
A call vibrated from the couch when he crashed his lips onto yours, sealing the deal.
Shoto’s lips chase after you. It’s invigorating, the way they melt into yours, over and over and over again. He cradles your cheeks, trapping your head still as he moves you backwards. One step after another until the back of your knees hit the bed, and your hands instinctively clutch onto his chest.
But he keeps moving forward, his tongue dancing with yours in fervor. You pull back to take a breath, deprived of oxygen, but he keeps pushing, swallowing your yelp as you fall backwards. Big hands that help your body move upwards on the mattress, his lips never disconnecting from yours.
When you finally settle on the cushy mattress, you push against his chest again, breaking away from the kiss. “Sho– I can’t breathe–”
Shoto’s head darts underneath your chin, sucking on the spot he knows sends you into a frenzy. You whimper at the sensation, heart jumping when you feel the harsh latch of his lips. He sucks, licks, bites, devours.
Your body arches into him, squirming. Tingling with want, with need. He’s relentless, marking your neck feverishly while his hands come up to play with your nipples, brushing the pad of his thumbs against the peaks.
You jolt, sensitive from his touch everywhere. He wastes no part of him: tongue licking all over your skin, fingers tweaking the hard buds over your shirt, meaty thigh grinding into your clothed core. You bite your lip, trying to contain the moans from rolling out, but a harsh bite makes you gasp.
“I want to hear you,” he mumbles against your neck, in between licks. “Don’t hold back. Not right now.”
Hands make their way into his hair, tugging at the red and white strands. Pushing and pulling because you can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough.
Shoto doesn’t give you a choice.
Warmth wells in your belly again. Familiar and telling. He must know, with the way you yank on his hair, and the tender smile you feel against your skin sends you into a high.
(He loves how compliant your body is with him. How reactive you are. How you never fail to respond to his touch.
He wonders how many he can coax out of you tonight.)
“Sho. Please, please—”
“Yes?” His thigh presses harder against you, firm and unyielding. You grind your hips up, moving in rhythm with him. He helps your movements, grabbing a handful of your ass as it rolls up.
The friction is delicious. Muscles trained with years of hero work so strong and hard against your core.
“Can you cum for me like this?”
He’s shameless because he knows you can, and you do, with a drawn-out moan, head buzzing, chasing after the high denied from you on the couch. Not a second later, he peels your clothes off, taking his time. It’s almost embarrassing, just how easy your body succumbs to him. Clothes on and all. Bare thighs sticking to the wet fabric in between your legs.
When you’re left in the lingerie you wore for him, his breath hitches. Marveled under his gaze.
What you would give to know what’s running through his head right now.
Shoto kisses your forehead, breaths hot against your skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers while his hands roam your shoulders. Leaving a trail of fire as he goes down to the swell of your breasts, fondling, before tracing your hips and thighs.
As if he can’t get enough of you.
You tremble underneath his caresses.
And slowly, he pulls the lace off, running over the sliver he felt earlier just to lift it off your body. He kisses your naked breasts—one by one, as he pulls your panties, wrecked from your orgasm, down your legs.
Then, he shifts, rising up before settling in between your legs, hooking the backs of your knees over his shoulders. Your eyes widen as he stares at your glistening folds, his gaze of wet stone and sea glass purposeful.
He looks up, and you nearly flinch at the raw intensity in them.
It makes you almost laugh. With the way he’s treating you, doting on you. You question whose birthday it is, really.
And without warning, without so much as a word, he dives into your heat like a starved man. One long strike of a lick that has your hips bucking up, hands immediately flying to his shoulders.
“Wait!” you gasp. “It’s too much, just wait—”
Shoto doesn’t wait, tongue heavy against your folds, lapping at everything you have to offer and more. Your toes curl at the sensation, chest rising with deep breaths as he explores the bundle of nerves the way a lover does.
He knows what you like, what you prefer. Practiced precision of using the plane of his whole tongue on your slit before dipping shallowly inside. Alternating between licks and deep sucks that make you reel in return.
It’s obscene, hearing him gulp from between your legs. Eyes closed in focus, savoring your taste.
Your thighs clamp around his head, unable to handle it all. But strong arms wrap around them, under and over, effectively holding them apart and giving you something to ground yourself with. To be able to push and squirm freely without losing the feeling of his tongue, his mouth that lets you both hear and feel his love.
It’s euphoria.
(Shoto couldn’t feel more delighted. He doesn’t think it can get better than this. The feel of your hands tugging at his hair. Pulling just to push his head down again when he purposefully slows down. Your moans that carry into the air, echoing his name.
This is good. Perfect. He wants you to want him, to never get enough.
It makes a smile stretch across his face. And he feels like a madman when he breathlessly chuckles into your warmth.)
You twitch at the sensation, feeling the curl of his lips and a stuttering breath against your heat.
“Are you l-laughing…?” you breathlessly ask, shocked. He answers with another deep suck, effectively distracting you with ease as you keen.
(Because to him, he’s not trying to mock you, or be condescending. He simply just loves to see you in pleasure, to see you feel good. Loved. Because of him. Because he knows you; mind, body, and soul.)
Moonlight swimming with city lights filter in from the window, bathing you in an angelic glow, contouring all your dips and curves. You look beautiful. Other worldly with your eyes screwed tight, body shaking in intervals, chanting his name with your head thrown back.
Shoto grinds his bulge into the mattress, unable to help himself. Oh, how he can’t wait to sink inside you, to feel your warm and welcoming heat around his cock—
“S-Sho..!”
Your eyes shoot open when he pulls back just slightly, whipping your head down. For a second, you’re taken aback at the sight: your slick glistening on his mouth and chin, his tousled hair, eyes that burn and freeze you at the same time.
He captivates you in his gaze. A devastatingly handsome face that speaks in an equally as devastatingly low voice.
“Do you want to come?”
His voice sends butterflies into your stomach and you nod, shyly, hands tugging on his hair to urge him back. But he doesn’t move.
“Tell me. What would you like me to do?”
Your heart stutters at the question, lips forming into a pout. Because he knows. He knows what you want. He always does. So why—
“I want to hear you say it.”
Again, less of a suggestion and more like a command. He’s good at that, phrasing his words simply, with his tone making you question yourself. It implies something completely different; leading—guiding you the way he wants.
You huff out a shaky breath, stunned at what he’s trying to play at, with your slick covering his face so filthily.
“Shoto…” you whine, nudging him with the heel of your foot. But he is nothing if not unyielding in his desires. He only offers kitten licks to your entrance, teasing, but far from enough.
“Say it for me. Let me hear you.”
With eyebrows furrowed, you stomp down the feeling of embarrassment threatening to take over. You’re not used to saying what you want out loud, at least not explicitly. But he looks at you with private earnestness, an emotion you can’t quite understand.
“I want you to keep going…”
Shoto’s eyes saturate with desire, darkening by the second.
You hesitate again, so incredibly shy under his heated gaze. Hard stone and freezing waters. You almost don’t want to say it, don’t want to admit how much you want him.
“I- I want you to make me cum,” you whisper, cheeks burning hot. “Please make me cum.”
And with that, Shoto wordlessly continues, neither approving nor disapproving. One hand unfurls from your thigh before stuffing you full with three fingers at once. A moan rips from your throat, hips lifting high but a big hand effectively presses you down by your stomach. His digits stretch you, preparing you for what’s to come so deliciously.
You feel the warmth in your belly rising again. Strong. His fingers don’t pump, don’t thrust. Only the pressure of them deep inside and the pads of his fingers pressing firmly into that same sensitive spot. That, paired with his hot tongue attacking your clit, swirling and flicking, sends you into orbit.
Your body thrashes, your orgasm hitting stronger than the last. He easily keeps your body pinned to the mattress, curling his fingers just slightly more to make you gush. A sob releases from your chest when his fingers leave you, right before his mouth fully covers your opening and he sucks sloppily, as if he couldn’t waste a single drop.
Gradually, the tension in your limbs eases, chest rising and falling heavily. Shoto gives you one last lick—a gentle one, before he pulls off of you, breathing just as deeply as he licks his lips, eyes pinned on your spent figure.
He’s never eaten you out like that before. As if you were water in a desert, his last meal on earth. It both confuses and rouses you beyond belief.
And he’s still clothed.
As if Shoto read your mind, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, panting—steam billowing out the corners of his lips. And you can’t stop staring: him on his knees, one princely hand working his way through the buttons, staring down at you as if you’re the only thing that ever mattered.
It drives you crazy. He drives you crazy. Since when did your brain think of just him, him, and him?
With shaky limbs, you heave yourself up, mirroring his position: on your knees in front of him, looking up as he looks down. Shoto doesn’t say anything, barely moves a muscle. Simply watching you as he lets you pull his shirt open, sliding the sturdy fabric off his body.
His bare torso greets you. Muscular, pale, and scarred with battles. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was younger, and he’s grown larger—bigger over the years. Still with his princely charm, but more fit, a fullness to him that makes your mouth water.
You marvel at him, roaming your hands across the plane of his chest. Delighted at him twitching underneath your palms, the slight intake of his breath.
So handsome, big, strong. And all yours.
Your hands travel: up and down his arms, his shoulders, his waist, and to his stomach. Obsessed with the way hard muscles and scars span across his body. They show years of discipline and hard work; they tell stories. Stories of the man in front of you who looks at you with so much devotion, it should scare you.
It doesn’t. Because you’re quickly seeing that same devotion reflecting back at you in his glassy eyes.
Slowly, you pull at his waistband, the air shifting its intimacy and tenderness to include lust again. Something raw and scarily intense. You unbutton his pants, unzip his zipper, and look up at him, with thumbs that skim his skin just above his trousers. Goosebumps rise after its trail.
You wonder exactly what type of look you give him—what he sees in his eyes, because he gives in immediately. Wordlessly strips himself out of his pants before kneeling in front of you again, tender hands that snake up your arms.
Shoto gently pushes your shoulders, signalling for you to lie down, but you try not to budge, shaking your head. He tilts his own quizzically.
Because instead, you pull him, and he lets you. Lets you move him how you like. Lets you maneuver his body until his back rests against the headboard, and you make space in between his legs.
“Let me take care of you, too.”
His eyebrows immediately furrow, already rising to get up. “This is not a favor you need to—”
“I know,” you interrupt him. “I just…”
Shoto waits, eyes boring heavily into yours. You know that he knows what you want to do, and he’s neither stopping nor urging you.
“I want to make you feel good.”
It’s true.
Shoto pauses for a second, and you question why he’s thinking so astoundingly hard about this. Yes, your relationship was still a little new, but the sex was familiar, even if you had to admit that tonight surprised you in more ways than one.
He doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake his head, doesn’t really give you any decipherable emotion. But your heart skips when he raises a hand to stroke your hair, slow and soft strokes. He then palms the back of your head, drawing you in for a deep kiss. All before releasing you and relaxing against the headboard.
Liquid gold courses through your veins when his eyes roam up and down your figure, heavy-lidded. His cock stands upright, flushed and swollen and hard. Precum dribbling from the tip and down his length.
You sit on your knees, tucking your legs underneath as you take in the sheer size of him.
He’s so goddamn big. You could never get used to it.
Usually, he would frequently check in on you when you gave him head, during sex in general. Asking if you’re alright, if you want him to take over, that you don’t have to. But he doesn’t say anything now, and it makes you wonder why again. Why, despite being patient and quiet, is there this particular intensity to him? Why was there this unfamiliar push and pull with him tonight?
You find that you chase after him without hesitation, the desperate feeling of wanting to please him coming in full force. It’s addictive, having him look at you with such passion.
Wrapping a hand around his length, you observe him closely, hoping for any reaction while dragging your palm up and down. Starting off with slow, full, firm strokes, just the way he likes it. The only tell he gives is a tick in his jaw, as he watches you with his mouth shut.
Leaning forward, you gather spit in your mouth, dribbling and using it to aid your strokes. Your hand pushes all the up, then all the way down, meeting trimmed red and white hair at the base. You feel his legs tense when you lick the tip, swipes of your tongue that allow you to taste the salt of his precum. Then finally, the whole of his swollen head.
Shoto’s fists clench at his sides, the sheets peeking in between his taut fingers.
(He wanted to keep going—to keep tasting you with his mouth or fill you with his aching cock. Wanted to bring you to another orgasm. But the look you carelessly threw his way stumped him.
In between the desire-saturated eyes and the pleading pout on your lips, he found elation. And he guessed this worked too. Another way to fill your mind with just him, to be the center of your world. Because if wanting to please him showed you needed him, he’d let you.)
You stretch your mouth around him. He’s girthy, and big. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you cover with your hands, the mix of his spit and precum enabling the twists of your wrists. You move up, then down; hollowing out your cheeks, taking him as deep as you can.
The sounds are obscene: the slurps of his cock entering and leaving your mouth, the gulps that follow when you reach the top, the near gag when he hits the back of your throat.
Shoto doesn’t rush you.
So you become more desperate. Because how is it that he barely has any reaction? Usually, he’d be helping you, wiping away your tears when they leak out, telling you to take breaks. But he does none of it. And it’s only when you notice his iron-grip on the sheets that it shows just how much he’s holding back.
Why is that?
Your hands venture on their own, finding his—grabbing them with his cock still in your mouth and pushing them into your hair. Letting him know that it’s okay to do so. Telling him wordlessly, I want to please you.
Let me.
And Shoto watches. Observes. Hopes that you don’t look up with your tear-rimmed eyes. For if you did, you would’ve seen the smallest flick of a smirk gracing his face. His hands tangle into the tresses of your hair, firm, but gentle in a way that he ensures it’s a clean hold.
And he pushes down.
His eyes had widened when you took his hands to place them on your head, how hard you gripped them into your hair in hopes that he’d do the same. It filled him with exhilaration: seeing you try so hard, seeing you perk up with the pressure of his hands on your head. The rise of emotions rivaled the sensation of your mouth taking him whole.
Shoto loves to see you indulge yourself, even if it is in this way.
So, he pushes more. And not in hopes of making you gag, but because he can see the way you rub your thighs together when his grip tightens, desperate for relief. It surprises him for a second, right before a thought forms in his mind, one that makes his chest swell with curiosity and molten lava heat.
“You’re so good for me,” he praises you lowly, cock twitching when you stutter around his length. He watches your eyes promptly fly up to his. Shocked, but eager.
Shoto’s throat is so dry that it hurts to swallow, but he fights through the desert in his mouth.
“It’s what you wanted, right? To make me feel good?” he rasps out, jaw aching from how hard he clenches it. “You’re doing so well for me, so pretty when you suck my cock.”
The words feel foreign on his tongue; he was never one to be talkative during sex. But his mind buzzes when he sees the effect it has on you. You squirm, thighs pressing impossibly close together. So tightly that he nearly wants to wrench you off of him, just so you can get that relief you so desperately need. For him to be the one to give it.
Shoto leans down closer to your ear, holding back a groan when your pace wavers and your hands either grip him too tightly or too loosely. Then, it all tumbles from his lips, honey velvet:
Keep going. Good girl.
Yeah, just like that. There you go. I know it’s big.
You make me feel so good. So, so good.
There, that’s it. God, I could just—
Shoto barely recognizes what he’s saying, only spewing whatever comes to mind. It’s intoxicating, finding that it encourages you. Bobbing your head up and down faster, slurps that become louder, deeper, messier.
And it feels incredible, truly. It always does. But he can’t help but marvel more at the way your legs twitch from underneath you, jolting when the friction grazes closer to where you need it to. An odd thrill mixed with fascination swirls inside him when he realizes the effect his words have on you. Or rather—
“You like my voice,” he states it as a fact. He knows it is now. Your face turns bashful, twisting in embarrassment as your lips leave the tip of his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting you to it before it snaps. It’s adorable the way you shy away, unable to meet his eyes but clearly so aroused.
And you’re still stroking him like the good girl you are. The sight makes him unbelievably harder, makes him want to give you everything you deserve and more.
He can’t help but ask, “Have you always liked it?” Rough and strained.
You nod again, slowly, eyes flitting up to meet his and then back down to your hands. In a small voice, you say, “From the day I met you.”
“In that way?”
“Yes.” You fidget underneath his stare. He doesn’t know what prompts this—what urges you to reveal this special piece of information, but his cock jumps when the words roll off your tongue:
“I-I’ve used it to get off before. Those voice memos you send me.”
And that carefully woven thread inside him, the one he’s been delicately weaving, the one that’s been wringing taut the entire night—threatening to break, finally snaps. Breaks with a sharp crack, its fibers ruined in the aftermath.
Shoto rises, up on his knees with swift movement as your hand releases from his member in shock. He grabs the back of your head again, palms it with urgency, and meets you halfway into a kiss that consumes.
To think that his voice would have such a powerful effect on you, to think that the sound of him would be enough to get you off. For a split second, he imagines the perfect picture of you lying in bed, home alone and needy, listening to his voice while thrusting your pretty little digits in and out of your wet folds. With fingers that would never be as good as his.
He groans into your mouth, pushing you back with such force that you two fall and thump onto the bed. Lips breaking apart for a needle of a second before crashing into each other again.
Shoto wants you, so badly. Just as badly as he wants you to want him. It’s all he can think of as he nudges your legs apart, settling in between them. The sound he makes is carnal, roused deep from his gut as the length of his cock meets your bare, warm, wet folds for the first time tonight.
He can’t help but move, sliding his length along your folds, your warm pools of slick easily allowing him to grind back and forth. Back and forth. Broken moans fall, echoing in the bedroom. A symphony of you two.
And it all happens so suddenly for you: his mouth practically swallowing yours whole, his hands traveling everywhere from your cheeks to your breasts, his feverish grinding that pulls a needy whine straight from your head. He’s so thick, so impossibly hard, but you can’t help but feel despairingly empty as your walls clench around nothing.
Then comes Shoto’s voice again, gravelly, right into your ear. It sends an electric bolt to your stomach, the vibrations running straight to your core.
“What do you think of when you listen to them?” he rasps out.
“Y-you. Inside of m-me,” you manage to get out, bucking up to meet his rocking rhythm, already wound up when he’s not even inside of you yet. The head of his cock grazes your stomach, his balls—hot and heavy—meeting you flush before drawing stickily away again.
It takes all that you can to not do it yourself, to reach down and angle him where you want. To have it finally sink into the place that’s been aching for him all this time.
Shoto doesn’t let up, not quite yet. “What? What inside of you?”
God, he’s being so infuriating tonight. Can’t he already see how wrecked you are from him? Can’t he tell just how much you want him?
You relent, still finding the words hard to say through the slicked grinds. “You. Y-your….”
“You’re hesitating,” he states, to which you quickly shake your head, heart plummeting to your feet as his torso rises off of you. Your hands hastily grab his arms, legs immediately wrapping around his waist, and words tumble from your lips faster than your mind can catch up.
“No, please,” you nearly sob out, and you feel embarrassed. So incredibly embarrassed, but you still try. “Please, I want it. I want you now, Shoto.”
Your eyebrows furrow—distraught, and you think he’s never been so unfair as his movements abruptly halt, hips lifting up despite you saying what you think he wants to hear.
Why does he keep pushing just to pull back?
(Shoto can only feel so bad when you’re so, so close to where he wants you to be.)
“Don’t be embarrassed.” A hand strokes down the side of your hair. Patient. Too frustratingly patient. “I’ll give it to you.”
Shoto braces a forearm beside your head, the other snaking its way down to grab his length, heavy in his own sturdy hands.
And he whispers, calm and low. “You know I’ll always give you what you want. Won’t you do the same for me?”
Your face scrunches as he shifts the head of cock to your slit, biting your lip when he shallowly sinks it in before pulling away. Then he does it again, and again, and again. Teasing you before greedily taking it away, even tapping your clit with it, watching as you jolt from the contact.
You squirm, raising your hips because you want more. More. But he moves in sync, away from you, and you have half a mind to think he’s being hypocritical. It all becomes too much to bear.
“I want you. Your cock.” you desperately say, small as ever. “Please, I want it so bad.”
Shoto plunges in only slightly deeper. Unmoving as an iron wall to your legs that fail to pull him closer despite using all your might. He holds the base of his cock tight, stopping himself from sinking more of it in before pulling back again.
“No, please,” you sputter helplessly. “I want you to fuck me. W-Want you deep inside me. Want you. Shoto—”
And finally—finally, he pushes in again. Slow, shushing you when you cry out as he doesn’t stop, when he stretches your pulsing walls apart, making way for his thickness. Your mouth drops open, hands clawing against his back—no doubt leaving marks as he fills you, sliding each throbbing ache away inch by inch.
His words are faraway, barely reaching your ears as he murmurs into your ear again, in between rough groans:
Need to take it slow. Don’t want to hurt you.
You take me so well, you always do.
Do you feel it? My cock inside you? It’s what you wanted, right?
(Shoto watches your expression as hard as he can, forces his eyes to stay open, and watches your own roll to the back of your head. He’s not even sure if you recognize yourself speaking: “you feel so good inside me”, “you’re so big”, “yesyesyes” spilling from your lips.
And when he finally bottoms out after what felt like eons, he drops his forehead onto yours, panting out thick puffs of steam. Not thrusting nor moving, just feeling each addictive pulse and clench of your warm walls around him. It’s sporadic, absolutely telling to him.
You’re about to cum again.)
He’s so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, throbbing thick and heavy. Can feel him pulsing as if his cock had its own heartbeat. And you know it's coming. The buildup of his praise, of his coaxing voice, of him finally stuffing you deep, leading to a steady high again.
It’s a done deal when Shoto grinds up once. One firm motion that hits deep inside your walls. One hard hump that shakes the bed.
And you cum for the third time tonight.
You thrash underneath him, the wave of your orgasm making your body arch into his, moans breaking prettily from your lips. Shoto’s eyelashes flutter against yours, feeling you squeeze his cock like a vice. Muscles taut when he humps into your warm and wet heat again, and that's all it takes as you suddenly feel him spilling deep inside, moaning low, his cum releasing in hot spurts.
You breathe in each other’s pants. And only seconds had passed, did it hit you:
You both just came. And that’s all it took. Just like that.
It’s a short revelation because before you can fully comprehend it, Shoto shifts, and you whimper at the sensitivity blossoming from your core. And through it all, somehow, you can still feel him. His hard cock, even after cumming, pulsating in your walls that seem to have molded themselves around him.
“S-Sho– I don’t know if I–”
You whimper when he moves again, pulling just barely the tip out before filling you up. Going all the way out, then all the way back in. Slowly, with purpose. And it fucking wrecks you. That, despite the overstimulation and sensitivity jolting your insides, another heat crawls its way back into your stomach, catching the last embers before igniting again.
He burns his way into you, sears himself on your mind—on your body. And you want to let him, want to wrap yourself around his flames that devour.
So you do. You fall into him hopelessly.
Shoto’s voice comes out hoarse, and you can’t completely tell if he’s talking to you or to himself. He thrusts. “You feel incredible.” Another thrust and a groan. “My love. You’re so perfect.”
He knows you. Body, mind, and soul.
“We were made for each other. I know it,” Shoto lowly says, this time with half-lidded, trance-like eyes boring into yours. It enraptures you: the tiny scrunch in between his eyes as he bottoms out again and again, the low and quiet moan that seeps through gritted teeth.
If the entire night was spent coaxing you—pushing you just to pull you back in, then this was unrelenting. Unyielding. Fully swarming your senses that you can’t think of anything else besides him. Besides what he’s pounding into your body and purring into your ear. And you find yourself letting go instead of trying to hold on, because despite falling apart at the seams, you can trust that he’ll always carry you to the end.
You truly don’t know—don’t know what he sees in you that you can’t seem to see yourself. But you bask in it. Embrace in his all-consuming love that scorches.
It’s a raw feeling. Both inside and out. Both inside your heart and out your core as he drives into you with vigor.
And it keeps building up, that coil he’s been springing all night, pulling you this way and that. It feels good, too damn good because you love the sensation of him overwhelming your entire being. It causes tears to start rimming your waterline, the overstimulation breaking you.
“Shoto–! S-Sho–!”
Shoto pulls away for a fraction of a second, and you’re almost about to protest—about to fire out how unfair he’s being despite how sensitive you are, before his hands slink down and around your thighs. Big hands palm the underside of it, and your heart nearly lurches out of your throat when he pushes your legs up, folding you into a brutal mating press.
You’d throw your head back if you could, if not for his warm hands cradling it to his. Your mind blanks as he sinks into you deep, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring so wickedly sweet. All you can do is hold onto him as you soundlessly scream, barely able to catch a breath.
“One more,” he coos against your face. Not a suggestion, and not so much as a command either. It’s as if he’s simply stating a fact, a path that he knows will run its course.
Shoto pounds into you, the bed creaking under all the weight—under all his vigorous effort to bring you to your climax again. Sweat-soaked skin slapping against each other as he rams his cock into you as if his life depended on it.
You can feel your tears trickle out of your eyes, a wobbly path down as your body shakes from his thrusts. Shoto gently licks them away with his tongue, leaving a lingering kiss on your temple so tender that it tugs at your heart despite him fucking you deep into the mattress, his weighty body nearly suffocating you under him.
Hot. Your belly feels hot, core tight and exhausted but still craving him. Still craving more with each powerful split of his cock and each dampening kiss to your temple.
(Shoto feels his body burning with so much desire that he fears flames might erupt from his skin. The line between pleasure and pain blurs for him as well. A murky river that borders on the high of seeing your blissed out face paired with your wrung out body, and the prickling sensation of needing you so badly. In every way possible.
It almost hurts, the extent of his hunger for you.
He needs you. And he also needs you to need him.)
“I–” you gasp through stuttered breaths, “I-I’m going to—”
“What do you want, my love?” Shoto pistons in and out of your contracting walls, his voice thick and rough. “What do you need?”
“I want you,” you squeeze your eyes tight, legs shaking in the air, but Shoto makes sure to hold them tight against his body, leveraging them. “I need you.”
“Need?” he asks. A voice that becomes hazier in your mind.
“Yes, yes, yes.” It comes out slurred and reliant. “I need you. I need you, please, please—”
“Yeah?” Shoto spreads his legs outwards—further apart, allowing him to drive into you deeper. Harsher. Rougher.
“You’re going to let me give you everything you need?”
You nod, though you don’t know if he can tell, don’t even know if your nods even come out as nods. But his name leaves your mouth over and over again, the only thing grounding you as you feel yourself peaking. Right at the edge of toppling over.
“Say it, my love. Let me hear it,” Shoto coaxes, with finality.
Your voice shakes, desperate and longing. Desperate to cum and longing for him.
“I need you,” you wail. “Give it to me, p-please. Everything.”
And Shoto rejoices. Heart flying to the crown of his head, heat burning in his being, rejoices. Voice so low that it comes out as a near growl.
“I can give you that. I’ll give you everything you want, anything you’ll ever need. What you deserve. I’m the only one who can.” Shoto keeps thrusting, erratic but anchored. Tinged with a profound urgency that aims to crumble.
“You sound so pretty when you say my name. You deserve this—deserve to cum. You deserve everything.”
He knows your body like the back of his hand. Knows where to angle and that the storm is at its peak when your walls start convulsing around him and choked sobs leave your lips. It tells him to find that spot again—that sensitive spot he has to curve into that would make you writhe wildly. A knowing smile graces his lips when you do, with smug pride he’ll never admit to your face.
You feel the pressure of him everywhere. On you. In you. His mouth that crashes onto yours, muffling your cries and kissing you hard. You feel him inhale deeply, taking even the breath that escapes your nose.
Shoto drives into you, grinding harshly when his cock stuffs you to the hilt. Then does it twice. Three times. And with one final grind, you fall apart for the fourth time tonight, a dark sea full of stars behind your eyes.
Chanting: I want you. I need you. I love you.
You tell him to cum inside. You tell him you want it and need it. You tell him you need him. And it all goes straight to Shoto’s head, then his cock. Drives him to insanity as he buries himself inside, shuddering, balls tensing as he spills rope after rope of cum into you. He milks you of your orgasm as you squeeze him through his, tremors wrecking you both.
Shoto fills you to the brim, both heart and body, its essence spilling at the edges.
Your chest heaves under his, exhausted as you fall dead weight into the mattress. Minutes pass, and only then do you finally take in your surroundings, bleary eyes blinking their way through the moonlit bedroom. The air is thick—humid with the smell of sweat and sex. But it hardly bothers you, fatigue quickly taking over your mind.
You vaguely note how the white wash of the moonlight shines onto Shoto, sweat glistening on his skin from the aftermath. Beautiful in every light.
You want him. You need him.
You love him.
Your lover slowly rolls your legs down, kissing the inside of your ankle softly as it passes him, massaging aching limbs as you wince from the released pressure. A small whimper vibrates from your throat when he pulls out his softened cock, limp as you both watch the mess that oozes from your hole.
“Stay here,” Shoto says gently, stroking a tender hand through your hair. You nod wordlessly, still panting, throwing your head back against the damp pillow as he rises from the mattress. The bed dips then bounces back when he gets off, heading towards the bathroom with a certain grace in his stride.
Your gaze falls to the ceiling, eyelids getting heavier with each passing second.
In the quiet of the bedroom, your hand drifts to your neck, pressing on the tender love bites created by him. You tap lightly on your skin, feeling a slight sting that brings a bashful smile to your face, not needing a mirror to know the many marks blossoming across your body.
Then your fingers travel: to his stomach that he pressed down, to the hips that he gripped, to the thighs that he held onto. Each graze across your skin reminds you of Shoto, reminds you of the devotion he speaks and shows with his heart. It makes you giddy—makes your chest swell and thrum with such warmth that you physically have to put your hands over yourself to quell it.
“You know I’ll always give you what you want. Won’t you do the same for me?”
“You’re going to let me give you everything you need?”
“I can give you that. I’ll give you everything you want, anything you’ll ever need. What you deserve. I’m the only one who can.”
“You deserve everything.”
Your vision blurs with those words on your mind, promises that wrangled its way into you so deeply that you would remember them even in your dreams.
When Shoto returns, he finds you on the edge of slumber, drowsiness and vulnerability cradling you softly. It’s with this in mind that he treats you carefully, satisfaction and ache warring in his heart.
He brings a warm, damp towel to the bed. Gentle strokes that clean his spent and sweat off of you, loving hands that knead at parts of your body that he knows will be sore in the morning. You grumble at the tenderness in your limbs, and he soothes them without hesitation, laying kisses across your skin.
Shoto changes the sheets, the blankets, even the pillows. Soft silk, the ones he knows you like best; doing anything to make you more comfortable. All before sitting on the edge of the mattress, with fingers running through your hair tenderly, diligently working out the knots.
“Should I head home soon?” you lazily mumble, though you don’t move a muscle.
Shoto’s heart ascends, his motions pausing before continuing.
Because normally, you’d announce you were going home—claiming it’s late, refusing his offer to stay over time and time again. And he’d let you go, a dip in his eyebrows as he watched you pack your things and drove you home, all because he thought it best to ease you slowly.
But things are different now. You were asking him if you should leave. Almost as if you knew what he was going to say.
“No,” he murmurs lowly, trying to keep his tone steady, his excitement at bay.
“Stay here,” he declares. “With me.”
“Yeah?” you say softly, a noise of contentment leaving you as his hand cards through your hair.
“Yes,” he responds. “Move in.” You should.
You giggle, and the sound makes him restless. Shoto watches as you slowly shift yourself, moving your head from the pillow to his lap, looking up at him with shimmering eyes. Wordlessly, he drapes the sheets back over your bare body, admiring the way you tuck into his embrace.
“Jumping the gun, don’t you think? You’d get tired of me.”
His palm cradles your face, thumb swiping across your cheek delicately. “Never.”
Your face softens, a worried glint in your eye. It’s astounding, he thinks to himself, how you can still doubt his feelings. “Never?”
“No. Never,” he affirms, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
You look at him—look at the way he’s gazing down at you with enamored eyes, a hint of something private lurking underneath them. It causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, but it only makes you huddle closer to him—aching for his warmth.
Then willingly, you place your heart in the palms of his hands that cradle you, whispering without an ounce of hesitation,
“Yeah. I do.”
And a smile stretches across Shoto’s face, a quiet, pleased curve that spoke of a million words. Words that he wouldn’t dare say out loud as he thinks:
The greatest gift in the world just fell right into his hands.
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