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God, Shoto Todoroki was a freak

Notes: Set in the 3rd Year of UA no war, just kids being kids. All over the age of consent. 18+ MDNI both reader and Shoto are 18<. P in V(with protection), oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play. WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT BABES!

Shoto wasn’t one to catch hints, especially the flirtatious ones, it was no surprise to anyone. So when the others found out he had finally gotten the courage to ask you out, it was as if Denki electrocuted them all.

Shoto was an all round innocent boy. He hadn’t so much even done anything that could have a secret innuendo. Matter of fact, when Miss Midnight came to give them all a Sex-Ed lesson, all of this information was so new to Shoto that he had spent the rest of the week searching up what to cause STD’s and STI’s to a person, in case he might accidentally catch it.

You on the other hand have a much more…different personality than poor Shoto. You, Jirou and Mina would sneak out of your dorms to hang out with Kirishima, Sero, Denki and Bakugo. You would on the occasion smoke some weed that Sero had hidden from Aizawa, leaving you high and giggly, loudly whispering about your love for Shoto to your girlfriends.

The way you ended up escaping most of your predicament during real life missions was to simply flirt your way out. Men were easy and you were eye candy, as Mt. Lady had described. A little lip biting and doe eyes was your sure fire way of getting out of trouble. Although Aizawa was against it, your skills and looks did manage to save you and your classmates on many occasions.

Shoto’s crush on you developed from your homeroom class when you would have your quirk lessons. Seeing how you adapted so well to your surrounding, be able to mesh perfectly with anyone else quirk was something that left Shoto in awe. He loved how strong willed you were, always finding an escape route from villains…even if it meant being provocative…which wasn’t the worst thing for him. He admired your dedication and your commitment to becoming a hero, leading him to falling for you.

You fell for him for his determination to surpass his father, becoming a much better person than he was. Shoto never failed to brighten your day with either how daft and dense he could be when it came to certain…things, whether it’s Bakugo yelling at him to go get laid and finding Shoto lying on the floor next lesson, or when one of his fans said they’d kill for him and he frantically put them in handcuffs, much to the fans liking.

So when you confessed to him in the pouring rain outside the dorms, tears in your eyes begging him to say something. Anything. You waited for him to talk only for a ‘what do you mean you love me? You love everybody.’ to come out of his mouth.

“Idiot.” You giggled, the salty tears running into the crevice of your lips as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was all passion, hunger and a need for more and you waited until you couldn’t breathe to back away. “I love you Shoto Todoroki.”

“Oh.”

He pulled you back in, cautiously, his hands holding your waist lightly, swaying you towards him as your lips reattached, this time much calmer and endearing, his tongue catching on your bottom lip. Once he realised you were staying, his grip became stronger, his hands kneading the flesh of your hips, pulling you against his front. This is what it meant to be in love with Shoto Todoroki.

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“There’s no way Todoroki can handle allat. I mean she’s a goddess!” Mineta was drooling over to couch in the dorm room, eyeing you and Shoto over at the kitchen testing out the new cookies Sato has made for your Class 3A. Your head was leaning against your boyfriend’s bicep as you ate another cookie.

“Dude, first of all, don’t make it so weird and fetish-y. Secondly, I hate how you’re right. Y/n is such a flirt and a tease and Todoroki’s well…Todoroki.” Sero groaned into his hand, Denki and Kirishima nodding along to the black haired boy.

“Mmh, Sho’, these cookies tastes nearly as good as you do.” You whispered in his ear, earning him a choke, watching you wander over to the lounge, sitting down next to Tsu against the couches, your toned legs outstretched over the carpet, thighs flexing and relaxing with your every movement.

Shoto couldn’t help but grip the counter, looking downwards at the ground, the bulge in his pants blocking the view. Man the things you do to him. He joined you, opting to sit above you on the couch instead, his thigh bumping against one side of your head. He mumbled a quiet, sorry before turning back to join the boys in their conversation.

He was in the middle of a heated discussion about whether Goku could beat Gojo with Denki when he first felt it. He brushed it off as an accident, your fingertips brushing his inner thigh and went straight back into the argument.

But again, your hands wander around his calf, tiptoeing upwards until the tips do fingers danced along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, pinching and shooting over them with your soft touch.

“Stop that.” Your boyfriend muttered quietly to, his eyes gazing down at you, white and red wispy hair over his eyes when you looked up at him. God he was gorgeous. You muttered a quick apology before dropping your hands.

Thinking everything was fine again, Shoto went back to his heat discussion with Denki, only to feel your warm lips moving along the side of his thighs. Looking back down he saw you in mid-conversation with Tsu, your face tilted towards his thighs and your lips brushing against them every time you opened your mouth to speak.

It was driving him insane.

Over the next hour and a half, Shoto was fighting a losing battle, constantly having g to guide your head or hands away from him as to not cum on the spot with how mean your being to him, teasing him in front of both your friends. It was so unfair.

Now it was close to 10pm and it was only the two of you downstairs in the common room. You were straddled over his thighs, hips conjoined and grinding again each other with the occasional buck up from him and your lips travelled from his own to his jawline, down his neck and then back up to his earlobe, nibbling and sucking lightly on them.

Whimpers fell from his lips, his arms flexing as he lifts you up to slam you back down against him roughly. “Mmh-Sho’…I’m sorry.” You whined into his ear, only to get a gruff in response. He was still annoyed at your teasing and now you’re a mess in his lap.

Shoto was an innocent guy in public and in front of his friends. But when it’s just the two of you, he can get mean. Sure you were flirty and liked to tease him in front of the others, but behind closed doors, Shoto was a bigger freak than you could’ve expected. Not that you mind, it turns you on more than you’d like to admit. And there was no way he couldn’t feel how wet you were grinding down against his pants, fingers fiddling with the belt buckle.

“You’re sorry? How ‘bout you make it up to me then, pretty?” He lifted you off his lap entirely, eliciting a groan, before reaching for your shoulders to push you down. You were pliant enough to get comfortable between his legs, your hands at his knees opening them wider for you.

Nodding fervently, you leaned forward giving him a chaste kiss over his groin, causing Shoto to lean back and grab one of the pillows to cover his red face. Leaving your head against his thighs, you unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his fly. Complying weakly, he lifted his hips up enough for to slide his pants off with ease, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Wait. Wanna do this in my room.” Shoto murmured, holding your head back from kissing his crotch again. He stood up first, holding a hand of God you to pull yourself up as the two of you wanted over to the elevator. “Shit. Your pants, Sho.” You were leaving against his front, your ass rolling into his front, making him grip your hips for stability.

“Leave it. I’ll get it later.” The elevator doors opened and you pull him along until you got to his room. As soon as the two of you entered, he pounced on you, pushing you down onto his bed, caging you in with his arms.

“What happened to showing how sorry I am?” You tilted your head sweetly, mouth falling slack when you felt his knee pressing down on your core. “Can’t wait.” Shoto panted above you, nuzzling your face with his nose so that you’d look up to him.

Kissing his lips felt like an orgasm all within itself. The way he pressed his body weight down on you, his hands finding yours and holding you down. You couldn’t help but rock your hips upwards against his knee, euphoria coursing through you as his teeth began attacking your neck like a vampire.

“Ngh..Sho, w-wanna feel you so b-bad.” You couldn’t even face him, his teeth digging into your neck, the pain turning into a feverish pleasure as you felt him nod. He pulled away, looking down at his artwork. Your jawline, neck and collarbones were littered with red bites, his spit glistening with the moonlight flowing in from the window.

Once your hands were free, you gripped his hair, tugging and pulling as he tugged your shorts down along with your panties. Instinctively, you still closed your legs, your flirty demeanour fading once you got a clear look into your boyfriend’s eyes.

He was greedy. His pupils were blown up, almost like a deer in headlights. Pink dictated his face and ears and a shit eating grin was plastered across his face. “Tch. C’mon Y/n, wanna see you.” His hands gripped your knees, parting your legs with ease, no matter how strong you were.

Now here you were, legs opened, toes curling, pussy soaking and clenching around nothing, just for him. It drove Shoto beyond horny. Seeing you all splayed out across his bed, all whiny and honey for him, it gave him an ego boost, so he dealt with it the only way he could. By eating you out until you came all over his face.

He dove in, licking a a stripe up your soaking pussy, causing you to arch your back, your tits lifting up, and your perky nipples poking through your top. Your legs automatically locked over his shoulders, holding him in place while your hand gripped at his hair, pushing him further into you.

A hand came up to grope your chest above your shirt, while his other came down to your pussy. Pulling away, his fingers spread your lips open as he spat a wad of his spit that trickled down your open pussy. Slowly, his index finger pressed into your core, sinking into you as your hands fisted the sheets beneath you.

His thumb pressed lightly onto your clit, rubbing it in slow, agonising circles until he felt like you weren’t as tight before pressing a second digit into your hole. Shoto kept his slow pace making you mew and whine, his other hand, pinching and rubbing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. “F-f faster Sho’, pp-please. I-I’ll be a good girl. I-I’ll be y-your good girl.” You threw your head back in ecstasy, feeling his mouth lean open kisses over your dripping cunt.

“Wanna taste you on my tongue. C’mon, come for me Y/n/n.” His words came out in muffles, his face still smushed against your pussy, his fingers scissoring inside of you as his tongue slid between them. You felt so full, the utter thought of his cock being inside of you made your legs twitch.

They were shaking over his shoulders, your toes curling even more than you thought you could, and your back was practically fully off the bed as you cried out, Shoto having to stuff a pillow over your face to keep the others from hearing you.

Warm liquid sprayed against his face, coating his tongue, lips, chin, cheeks in a clear, glossy liquid as he lapped it all up. Licking poke last stripe up your cunt he pulled away, his eyes blown wide as he looked at you, wrecked before him.

Pushing you up further along the bed, until you were comfortably resting against his other pillow, you rummaged through his bedside table, pulling out an XL condom, tossing it to him. Your feet were planted on the bed, knees knocked together and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Shoto pull his throbbing cock out of his boxers that had a visible wet spot, precum drizzling from it, giving it a few quick pumps before wrapping it up in the condom.

Guiding his attention back to you, your legs slowly separated, his eyes drifting over your entire body. Swiftly, he took his shirt off, his abs hard and flexing as his breathing became more laborious the more he looked at you. He leaned down, giving you a kiss, his tongue licking your lips before sliding in and feeling up every crevice in your mouth and fighting with your own tongue.

He used this as a distraction from you, your mind too occupied with his tongue to see him lining himself up before he pushed his mushroom head through. Your head fell back a silent moan falling from your mouth, open and wide as he pushed his cock further into you. He took this as his chance, trickling his spit into your slack mouth and groaning as he watched you swallow it.

God, Shoto Todoroki was a freak.

And you loved every second of it.

A/n: this was gunna be a whole lot longer, but it was taking me too long to write this and my Gojo one didn’t exactly go as well as I wanted it to 😿. Uhh hopefully it was just a one time thing g since I decided to do a new anime with that and that my likes will go back to normal. If yall really want me to finish this skit off I can try?

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God, Shoto Todoroki was a freak

“Oh.”

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But again, your hands wander around his calf, tiptoeing upwards until the tips do fingers danced along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, pinching and shooting over them with your soft touch.

It was driving him insane.

God, Shoto Todoroki was a freak.

And you loved every second of it.

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Gojo x reader

Notes?: reader was alive when the last limitless/size eyes user was. Reader is a witch and witches and jujitsu sorceress were enemies. Set before Hidden Inventory Arc. Reader is the same age as Gojo physically. Mentally she’s over 400 years old.

Gojo who was always known as the strongest sorcerer of modern jujutsu times with his limitless and six eyes technique which surpassed many powerful people.

Gojo who won nearly every sparring match against Suguru, Kento, Haibara and Shoko, the only exception being caught off guard and getting wrecked by Suguru’s cursed spirits.

Gojo who held his head up high during mission, because he always knew he was going to come out on top and beat everyone he stood toe to toe against.

Gojo who got sent on a solo mission to find the lost child of the extinct witch clan. It was a total joke, right? They’re extinct which means there’s no way that child still exists right?

He stumbled upon your ivory cell, overgrown with weeds that pulled him away from your sleeping body. It was…almost a struggle for him, but he got to you in the end.

He had seen too many cheesy movies to think that a kiss would wake you up. He puckered his lips and press them against yours, the sensation sending a spark down his own body that he’s never felt before.

He stepped back, seeing that you were still dead asleep after the kiss and felt extremely awkward for violating you by accident. He ended up carrying your sleeping body out the cursed forest and back into the city where he got weird looks from.

Gojo who has to explain to nearly every bystander that you were his girlfriend that fell asleep and he was just too chivalrous to wake you up. His arms grew weak once he reached the taxi station and got one back to Jujutsu High, with your sleeping body.

He realised about halfway through the ride back that vines were growing up your arms and legs cutting off your blood circulation which was somehow still miraculously intact and moving after what? 400 years?

Gojo who couldn’t sleep the entire time and had to keep ripping the vines off you in order to keep you alive for the elders to do whatever it was to you…surely they were going to kill you?

He racked his brain through every lesson possible, finally remembering one from his first year where they spoke about the witch clan that hid themselves away from the world because of the hatred they endured. Jujutsu sorcerers and witches were not friends. So what were they going to do to you?

Gojo had told the taxi driver not to bother alerting the elders that he was here and that he’ll do it himself. (He did not, but the taxi driver trusted him well enough)

Gojo who woke Suguru and Shoko at 11pm dragging them to his room to find you asleep in his bed, vines encompassing the whole dorm room.

He explained his whole train of thought, which for the first time also aligned with his two friends. Shoko came back minutes later with every book on healing techniques she had in her room.

The three of them spent the next three to four hours reading and cutting back the vines until Shoko found one to ‘wake the sleeping dead’. Surely that was under the same category of you.

Gojo who stepped behind Suguru, who was already behind Shoko peered around to watch Shoko’s energy at work, your body twitching for the first time and then your eyes shooting open and locking onto his.

The four of you all eyeing each other with either confusing or wariness, until Gojo spoke up. “I thought kissing you would wake you up, I’m so sorry it didn’t.” He bowed his head deeply at you, his forehead coming close to his knees.

You who couldn’t help but laugh a little in this new environment with these strangers who seemed to be just as scared and confused as you were. The white haired boy had caught your attention, his hair and glowing blue eye reminding you of the enemy you once spent your left preparing to fight.

Gojo who was the first to touch you, his hand reaching over to brush past your knuckles, and this time you didn’t recoil back or get jumpy. You stayed there, eyes wandering up and down his body, trying to understand what he was doing.

The four of you who jumped in fright as Masamichi Yaga walked into the room ready to yell. His eyes laid on yours and for the first time in his career, he was glad Gojo didn’t listen to him. He managed to save your life.

Instead of handing you to the elders who would most likely have you killed, Yaga gave you an alias and enrolled you into Jujutsu high where you learnt to control your witchcraft and spend time with Gojo.

Gojo who was always known as the strongest sorcerer of modern jujutsu times with his limitless and six eyes technique which surpassed many powerful people, but not you.

Gojo who won nearly every sparring match against Suguru, Kento, Haibara and Shoko, the only exception being caught off guard and getting wrecked by Suguru’s cursed spirits.

Gojo who could never win against you, whether it was because of your skillset and advanced knowledge in fighting from your previous life, or because he was so awestruck with the way your hair flowed in sync with your body or how your eyes never left his, always watching his every move, or how your hands felt touching him even if it was to throwing him over your shoulder onto the mats.

A/n: I usually do MHA stuff but I am a diehard JJK fan as well. I do have a fic that’s based off of this but it is set out at a proper story rather than small sentences like this so tell me if this is something you’re interested in. Likes and comments r appreciated. Sorry for not posting so often I’ve been sick and I got school

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Bakugo who never wanted anyone to help him when he was in trouble. He was strong enough to save himself, he didn’t need to be a damsel in distress.

He never saw you as weak when you sparred against people in your class. He could see what you were capable of and knew you could manage your own.

He just couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards you that you could save yourself when he was right there to do it for you.

Bakugo would go out of his way to blow up rocks and falling concrete from the wrecked building that collapsed beside the two of you in training.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the little scowl you sent him when he saved you. You didn’t want to accept the fact that someone had to save you.

Bakugo who actually listened to Denki talk for once when he said that you went complaing to him because ‘why is Bakugo saving me like I couldn’t do it myself. I’m no princess who needs her knight!’

He couldn’t help but feel your eyes on him for the next week after that, watching and surveying him as if waiting for something to happen.

So when the day came, Bakugo whose left arm was trapped under a fallen tree and his other was being held by Dabi’s strong grip, you took this as your chance.

You spent your days after Bakugo’s ‘help’ waiting for the day to repay him back so you weren’t in his debt. But the boy was just too damn good for his own self.

You dived down into the chaos, catching the blue flamed boy off guard and getting Bakugo’s hand free from the tree. You assisted in the fight to stop him from causing more trouble before he ultimately ended up fleeing.

Bakugo who was saved by someone who wasn’t his own self. Kirishima, Denki and Sero watched in anticipation as their friend walked through the doors to the dorm building, waiting for him to go off at you. But he didn’t.

Bakugo looked your way, eyeing the bandage on your right arm before locking eyes with you. He gave you a sharp nod of appreciation, something he had never done for anybody, including his own friends, which was quite obvious given the dramatic gasps from the three boys on the couch.

The blonde boy stepped closer u til his lips were ghosting your ears. You hit your lips at his words, nodding in return as you watched him disappear up the steps.

You stayed in the commons room, blocking out the voices and questions asking about what he had said to you, watching the clock’s hands tick ever so slowly.

When the time hit you bid goodnight to your friends and made you eat up the stairs, purposely missing the floor your room was on and continuing upwards until you met Bakugo’s floor.

Your knuckles gently rapped against his door in a specific pattern, waiting all of three second before he opened the door and pulled you in by your shirt.

Bakugo, who never wanted anyone to help him when he was in trouble. He was strong enough to save himself, he didn’t need to be a damsel in distress. Unless of course, it was being saved by his secret girlfriend.

A/n: I have a really big Haikyuu one shit in my drafts with multiple boys and them saving you from being hit on by random guys, but I’m scared that it won’t do as well as my MHA ones because of the show’s popularity. I think I might also do some JJK fics if possible. 🤷‍♀️ this was a quick one because I haven’t posted much this week. This was originally gunna be like my Shoto one but it became a bit longer.