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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
Shoto now knows about the kid with his eyes and the last name of the girl he once was married to, now he can’t get those memories out of his head. The girl that once owned his heart now had moved on, or did she? Will he actually confront his thoughts about asking you for the truth?
A/n: This is part two of the Shoto and the child he never knew he had fanfic because l remembered to make part two, this is pretty long so l don’t apologize.
Contains: flashbacks, mentions of marriage, Asuka is clingy to Shoto, reader is dense in Shoto’s feelings during their friendship, Shoto is a little shit during their first meeting, he still has daddy issues
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Shoto looks down at Asuka, her big eyes shimmering as she realized that one of her favorite pro hero Shoto was right in front of her. She immediately grabbed her notebook from her bag and held it in front of him.
“Excuse me Shoto, but can l get your signature? I’m one of your biggest fans!” She confessed as she look up at him
Shoto gave his usual smile and grabbed her notebook with a pen.
“Sure kiddo.” He chuckled as he signed his name on the notebook.
Asuka checked her watch to see how much longer she had before she had to go to school.
Shoto noticed her looking at her watch and offered to walk alongside her to take her to school. Her smile lit up as she walked beside him in the silent neighborhood, time quickly passing.
Asuka arrived at school and bowed down at Shoto to thank him for walking with her. He told Asuka it was no problem and wished her a good day.
He continued his patrol until he heard from a few other Pros that there was a robbery happening on the other side of the city so he used his ice to get there quickly.
After the robber was taken to the station, Shoto went back to his agency and tried to focus on the documents he had to work on. His mind clouded with the image of Asuka, the shade of her hair haunted him with the image of the woman he was once captivated with.
The thoughts came into his head, “what if Asuka was (reader’s) kid?” He stayed deep into the hunch Mina gave him until his phone rang. Shoto grabbed his phone from his pocket and read the contact.
“Enji.” The name that had poisoned his childhood with misery and physical violence, he hesitated a moment before deciding to answer the call to see what his old man wanted with him.
“Hello, what do you want father?” He questioned his father’s motives to call him since he rarely spoke to his father in the last few months since their last dinner reunion that Fuyumi organized. He was still healing and was taking his time instead of ignoring it like when he was in U.A.
“Shoto, how are you doing? I saw that you grew in ranks and l wanted to see how you were.” Enji remarked, smiling weakly on the other side of the phone, exhausted since his body was aging now that he was in his mid fifties.
“I’m doing fine father, how are you and mom doing?” Shoto sighed since he wasn’t interested in the conversation his father was trying to initiate. Especially when at the last dinner, Enji had said to Shoto about how he should have married Momo instead of (reader) now that he was 32 and divorced instead of being married with the idea of a child in mind.
“Shoto, you know that l’m just looking out for you? You’re at the age when your mother and I had you, l don’t want you to regret your decisions when you’re alone.” Enji warned as his tone was getting more intense yet quiet.
“You mean the child that you forced my mom to have because you were obsessed with the fact you couldn’t get over your jealousy of All Might?” Shoto paused for a moment before continuing the conversation.
“Listen, l still want to form a relationship with you but l’m tired of your suggestions and fake worries, goodbye father and tell mom that l love her.” Shoto hung up, his hands clenching the desk as he tried to calm down.
The people outside his office stayed quiet since they heard a few parts of the conversation, not wanting to get involved into the family drama that Shoto had.
His mind was a mess, Shoto sat down at his chair and just laid his head back, a migraine coming in. He decided to open the drawer of his desk and look at the ring, the last physical item he had that was connected to you.
He softly held it close to him, all the memories of you were still in his mind, even if he wanted to ignore it. He still wasn’t able to move on from the past since he held you close to his heart, even if you moved far away, even if you wanted him to forget you. He’d always love you after the divorce.
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“Excuse me, do you know where the business course?” A girl had tapped his shoulder and had asked Shoto a simple question, he turned around and looked at her. This girl was around his age and had changed her uniform just enough where the teachers wouldn’t know she was breaking the rule of no personal accessories.
“Why are you talking to me? We aren’t in the same course, you can ask someone else.” He pointed out as he went to turn around, you were annoyed at the fact that this guy that you just asked a simple question was annoyed.
You kicked him in the shins when you noticed that no teachers were in the hallway, only a few students around that couldn’t care less if someone kicked a person. The boy had grabbed onto the stairs rail and turned around.
“What the hell? Why did you-.” Shoto looked down at this girl that had kicked him for no reason as she glared at him.
“Listen here big shot, just because you are Endeavor’s son doesn’t mean you can ignore people you deem lesser than you. I don’t care that you have some fancy quirk, don’t give an attitude to people that just want a little help with directions, l don’t even know how you can be a hero if you don’t even want to help someone with a tiny problem.” You yelled before leaving to go ask another person for directions.
Shoto was shocked at the fact that a person other than his father had straight up yelled at him, nobody had called him out for when he was blunt and rude. He noticed the time and went to his class.
He only saw you a few times in the hallway and noticed that you were always with a few friends, it still stuck in his mind that you stood up to him and Shoto wanted to talk to you since he was a bit curious about you.
After the Stain incident, he had interacted with you again and that was when everything started. You had gone to Hosu since your father was having heart surgery, due to your worries, you went on a little walk around the hallways of the hospital.
You noticed a certain splint red and white haired individual in one of the rooms you walked past and peeked inside. A dark blue haired boy and a dark green haired boy was also inside his room.
Shoto was laying down and turned to his left side when he noticed you at the door, he was silent since he didn’t know what to say, Shoto thought it was stupid that although he wanted to talk to you, he didn’t know what he wanted to say.
You smirked a little bit since you had saw the sports festival and saw that he was in 2nd place, you walked into the room and went towards his bed.
“Oh, so the powerful son of Endeavor is in the hospital because of a simple patrol? I would have thought you might have fought Stain if you were this badly injured and the story that we were told, unless someone’s lying.” You teased him since it was amusing towards you.
He just sighed and looked at you, your eyes were striking and your smile was gentle yet bold with amusement. Shoto spoke a bit to you instead of ignoring you.
“What do you want, l thought you were annoyed with me about our first meeting?” He mumbled while he laid back down on his head, Stain had done a number on him and he wasn’t in the mood.
“Well, l wanted to talk to you, l’m also not in the mood for any bullshit since l’m stressed. Plus, a little birdie told me about some things about you.” Your smile disappeared as your expression became more understanding rather than audacious.
“I apologize for kicking you in the shins rather than being reasonable and l also apologize for being a bit insensitive for calling you son of endeavor. I didn’t know about your family problem and even then, it’s rude to address someone as their parent’s kid instead of themselves, please forgive me Todoroki-kun.” You apologized and bowed down since you wanted to show accountability.
The splint red-white hair boy was shocked that you were apologizing since he was an asshole, Izuku had shown him that his behavior was rude and was trying to better himself, instead of making fun of you apologizing. He just smiled and forgave you even if he was confused that you knew about his family’s history.
“I also apologize for being rude to you (reader’s l/n), l should have showed you the way to your course instead of being rude.” Shoto apologized and got out of bed to bow down.
You guys had spent the rest of the time talking about your likes and dislikes about food and random things until visiting hour was over.
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It had been a few months since that hospital interaction and Shoto and you had gotten closer as friends, his heart always pounded whenever he was with you. He didn’t understand the feeling inside his body, Shoto was never taught social cues nor his own self so how was he supposed to know this weird thing that happened whenever you were around.
You never noticed how awkward he became whenever you were close to him, hugging him, or holding his hand to drag him to a new place you wanted to try with him. Your friends had said you both looked like a couple but you thought it was something friends did since you acted the same with all your friends.
You both were in the library studying in different subjects since you both had upcoming exams. Your headphones were plugged in your phone while he stayed focused on his notes in math. You put his hand on his hand and Shoto froze in shock and the weird feeling in his body.
It was winter and you both were close to a small little gap in the window that let in the freezing air so you held onto his left hand since it was warm. You looked up from your textbook and looked at him.
“Hey, can you use your left side to warm me up a bit? I’m a bit chilly and my tights and sweaters aren’t keeping me as warm as your left side, l’ll pay you in our next meet up when we want to eat.” You confided as you held onto his left hand.
Shoto had listened to your request and used his left side just enough to keep you warm. His mind went back to a few weeks ago when he had talked to Izuku and Kirishima about his situation with you, he thought they would give him the best advice since they seemed to know more about social cues and knew what they wanted in life.
Both Kirishima and Izuku told him that he was having a crush on you and that the best way to reveal it was to confess in a place where your attention could be on him, it’s private, and the confession is meaningful.
Shoto looked at his phone and noticed that you would have to go home soon, he told you the time and you started to pack your notebook and textbooks away in your bag, he also put his stuff back into his bag and walked alongside you out of the library.
You both walked home in the bright lights in the city, Christmas was only 3 weeks away so you just rambled about all things you got for your friends and family and gave a few hints you had something special for him.
He listened the entire time while smiling, you were so compassionate while talking to him, he loved that about you. Then again, he liked everything about you. How your smile felt so warm towards him, how you took your interests and others to heart, and how you were as a person.
After 17 minutes, you both made it to your house and you turned to look back at Shoto.
“Thanks Sho for taking me home, l’m grateful you decided to stay with me for the walk instead of going to the train station, good night Shoto!” You thanked him as you were about to enter your house.
“Actually (reader), l have something to tell you, is it okay to take a few minutes of your time to say so?” Shoto asked as he mentally prepared himself for either the best night of his life or the most awkward night he’ll remember.
You looked back at him and waited for his response, the keychains on your bag silent since time had stopped in your head. Confusion filling the void in your head, Shoto never really stopped you for anything unless something was wrong.
Shoto breathed a sigh as he looked directly into your eyes.
“Well (reader), l have this question l want to ask and it’s okay if you want to say yes or no, l won’t be hurt and l would like to stay friends if you say so.” Shoto admitted as he fidgeted with his pants.
“(Reader), l like you more than the average person would when it comes to liking a person you consider a friend. Even though the feelings l have are a bit confusing, l know for a fact that l like you, do you want to try this new relationship as partners?” Shoto confessed, waiting for any hint of acceptance or rejection.
You just stared back in shock, you knew you felt a similar way to him but you didn’t expect that he would confess right outside your house, the shock faded away in happiness and love since you knew he thought this through instead of rushing it.
A smile lit on your face as you held his hand.
“I would love to go out with Shoto, when do you want to go on a date?” You asked while panicking since you didn’t want to fumble the bag, you finally managed to have the opportunity to have a loving partner and you didn’t want to lose that.
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Shoto noticed the time on the clock and left his agency to go back to his apartment since he wanted to sleep before he’d have to work again.
Meanwhile, you’d just got out of your office and remembered that your friend was unavailable to pick up Asuka and she already borrowed a book after studying so she didn’t have to go the library.
So you decided to go pick up Asuka since you wanted to take her to the playground for some fun and a little sweet treat afterwards.
You drove back home and parked the car in the parking lot of your apartment since you wanted to walk to get a bit of exercise in since you’ve been sitting in at your desk half the time.
The school was only 20 minutes away so it would be quick and you would be able to talk to Asuka more instead of being distracted by stupid drivers that made you wonder where they got their license from.
Asuka was waiting outside the school gates when she noticed you, her smile became more bigger as she ran to you, excited to tell you about her day and what she heard from her friends and classmates.
“Mama, mama! You would not believe what happened today!” Your little girl exclaimed.
“Okay, what happened today.” You chuckled since Asuka always had crazy stories to tell that made you think she had a creative mind or weird things always happened to her.
“Apparently, Chiyo-chan’s daddy and mommy are not together since her daddy was kissing her mommy’s sister so they aren’t in love anymore.” Asuka admitted while looking at the ground, dodging the cracks to avoid breaking your back.
You were shocked since you didn’t expect your daughter to say that, she’s only in the first grade and already hearing about others business, though you never liked Chiyo’s father since he was flirt in a weird way.
“Kids are random and blunt.” You thought while look down at Asuka, you asked her if anything else happened.
Asuka looked up and said something that shocked you to the core.
“Well, pro hero Shoto walked me to school and wrote his signature on my notebook?” She opened her backpack and grabbed her notebook, showing you the name on the front cover.
You paused at the name, “Shoto.” You refused to listen to any news about him or talk to him with Mina since you just didn’t want to be associated with him since you both were divorced.
It was hard enough that you got judged by your aunts and some cousins for divorcing him since apparently to them. You lost a chance in success in life even though you were working for a big business that made good money.
You looked back at Asuka and asked her a simple question.
“Did you tell him your last name?” You questioned your daughter.
“Yes! He’s such a cool hero and he was really nice.” Her smile was big with happiness while you were worried since he might find out the truth.
A/n: I was watching a bunch of friends while typing this and listening to Bad habit and Lover is a day, l lowkey paused midway to see if l made any mistakes since l want it to be accurate. Hope you liked it! I’ll work on part 3 when l stop getting writer’s block.
Quick t shot ramble but I’m using skin safe wax for the first time today (I’m a performer) and I can’t stop thinking of Todoroki with an alternative or goth reader who he literally would do anything for. Or Todoroki with reader who performs (WE NEED MORE READER WHOS IN A WHOLE DIFFERENT JOB BRACKET THAT WOULD BE SO FUN) but Todoroki learning he likes wax play and loves putting wax on reader.
I’ll go into more detail once I’m free cause I’d love a full scenario
Hi! do you think you could write shoto with cockwarming? like his girlfriend on him until shes squirming and asking him to let her move, it is totally okay if you dont wanna write this!
this is perfect omg I was just thinking about Shoto and I keep putting off that kiribaku fic... I'll finish it eventually...
Shoto was really busy these past few weeks, so busy that he's been coming to bed late and just over all not leaving his office much, so after a particularly hard day you just needed him so bad.. You don't care how you have him you just needed him.
As of now, you're cozy on his lap, or I don't know, as cozy as you can be while he's deep inside you.
"Please stay still." He chokes out, one hand tight on your hip, the other gripping the pen for dear life.
You're so tight around him he feels like he's gonna burst, he can't even focus on the report anymore, his brain fizzles out and then when he comes to he can write down a few things before it fizzles out again.
He's wondering why he even agreed to this but when he thinks back he understands completely.
BEEFY SHO BEEFY SHO BEEFY SHO… BUT NEEEEEDY BEEFY SHO WHO WANTS TO ALWAYS BE WITH YOU SO BAD… WHO LOOOVES YOU SMMMM 🙏🏼🙏🏼
an: mhmhmhmhm yes yes he's just so clingy and just needs you all the time like poor guy :''''(
"y/n, please. don't go, love." shotos pleading voice echos through the washroom as you're finishing putting on your makeup for your girls night.
he's tried everything. taking off his shirt to show you his thick torso you love so much, giving you neck kisses while his large hands wander all over your body, he even took off his pants and sat down on the bed only in his boxers so he could let your eyes wander all over his meaty thighs you love to bite and mark so much. hell, he even tried to carry you over his shoulder and out of the closet mid way while you were putting on your mini dress.
but to no avail, you weren't taking the bait.
"no sho. everytime I have to cancel with the girls because someone decides they wants to; one, lay on top of me, and two, fuck me while I'm getting ready so I can't walk!" you turn to look over at your duel haired boyfriend, his lip in a pout while his large arms are crossed over his chest. you focus back on finish your lip liner, "listen, sho. nothing is going to— what are you doing?" a moment after you hear some movement, you feel a hand climb up your calf, you look down and low and behold your giant of a boyfriend is on his knees beside you.
"please, love. I just— I need you so bad." he kisses the side of your knee, his large hands trailing up to hold your thighs. "please, just any other time. I need you." "sho, you say that everytime." "well this time it’s different."
you look away and try to focus on you bottom lip before you feel his head nudging in between your thighs. "ugh, sho! what are you doing?!" you ask, looking down at him, he looks up and gives you an innocent look while his hands push up the bottom of your dress over your ass, revealing your panties. "mmm, this is how I keep you.." he mumbles, pushing his broad shoulders between your legs while kissing your inner thighs.
"you wore these for me?" he suggests towards your red and white lacy panties, his thick fingers tracing the lace, you groan out. "yes, for you after I go out." you state, resting your hands on the counter top as you hear your desperate, top hero boyfriend whine at your pussy.
"you're so wet though, y/n. please, just— I'll let you do anything you want to me afterwards.. I just need you— oh you smell so good."
that's how you find yourself bent over the bathroom counter, texting your girls with shaky hands that's something came up. while your needy boyfriend who always got his way; got it again and was in the middle of eating you out while blabbering about how much he loved you, and how much he craved for you.
but don't worry, you held him to his word on letting you do anything you want to him.
an: and then we strap a vibrator to his dick and make him sob out of overstimulation bc he was being a bad bad boy while he continuously shoots ropes and ropes of cum out of his sensitive dick. send tweet
kissing shoto todoroki
He would be hesitant at first, he’s still learning how to express affection after years of suppressing his emotions. But once he gains confidence in himself and your relationship his kisses become all consuming, one hand cold on the back of your neck while the other burns warmth into your lower back, pulling you flush against him until you’re dizzy from the temperature play and taste of him.
His hands would roam with increasing desperation, heat and cold trailing every inch of exposed skin as he maps your body like he’s memorizing it and when you gasp his name he groans against your mouth a sound so needy it sends heat pooling low in your belly. The careful composure he maintains around everybody else has shattered completely as he’s grinding against you with a rhythm that makes your knees feel weak, his breathing ragged as he whispers how long he’s wanted this and you in that low voice that’s gone rough with desire.
Ice crystals form where his right hand grips your thigh pulling your leg up around his hip, while his left palm burns possessively against the curve of your ass, the dual sensation has your arching into him with a whimper. He captures your mouth again deeper this time, swallowing your moans as his hips roll against yours in a way that leaves no question about exactly how much he needs you. “Please” he groans against your lips, and you’ve never heard him beg for anything before, but right now he’s trembling with want completely undone by his desire for you.
sex freak shoto x reader 18+
he really didn’t mean to find it.
he was just scrolling. looking for that one soba recipe—the one you’d made with him last winter, the one you’d changed a bit because it “needed more personality.”
he didn’t even remember taking the photo. didn’t even remember handing you his phone.
but it was there.. you, in his old shirt, half off your shoulder, legs tucked up on the couch like you were bored but your eyes weren’t. they were staring right at the camera, mouth barely parted like you knew what kind of vibe the photo gave off.
he stared at it for a while, not being game enough to move at all he was so entranced by the photo.
and then it hit him.
he was extremely—painfully—aroused.
he didn’t like that word. it sounded too dramatic, but that’s what it was. his pants were too tight, his face was hot.
his body felt tense in a way that wasn’t comfortable. and it wasn’t like he didn’t know what this feeling was. it was just… inconvenient.
he looked around like he was doing something wrong, which was stupid. it was his kitchen… and you were his girlfriend. of two years.
and still, still he didn’t know how to just do anything about it. he didn’t know how to be cool or charming.
he only knew that denki had said something once something like—“you gotta be smooth, bro. like, say stuff that makes her squirm. squirm, shoto. it’s the key.”
he didn’t know what that meant, but he was determined to learn!
so he walked to the bedroom, opened the door and there you were.
laying on your stomach, legs half kicked up, a pillow under your chest and your phone in front of you like you weren’t the most unfairly beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
he stood there too long. just watching, trying to make the right move.
then—very carefully—he climbed onto the bed. hands planting on either side of your head, his knees sinking into the mattress near your thighs, his chest nearly brushing your back.
you turned your head a little. “oh? hey baby.”
he swallowed.
“…hello,” he said quietly. his voice had dropped lower
he wasn’t sure what the next step was. what came after hovering.
he didn’t know what “smooth” would do.
but you were looking at him now. he could feel your gaze, even from the corner of your eye.
“you left a photo on my phone,” he murmured. “from before… you’re wearing my shirt in it.”
a pause.
“it made me feel…” he blinked. “strange. in a good way.”
his arms tensed just a little, fingers pressing firmer into the blanket. he leaned down more, mouth closer to your ear now, warm breath brushing your cheek.
“that’s why m’like this right now,” he added, a little more blunt than he meant. “because of that.”
then he adjusted himself just barely—closer now, hips brushing against your lower back, soft noise escaping his throat like he didn’t mean to let it out.
“do you feel it?” he asked plainly, glancing down. “that’s because of you.”
a beat passed.
then—almost like he realized it too late—his eyes flicked up again, lips parting just a little as he leaned in, his mouth ghosting over your ear.
he nudged his nose into your hair, the smell making him feral and honestly you were speechless at the act
“can you tell i want you? or is this too polite?”
you swallowed. “no.. no i can tell..”
when you shifted under him—just slightly—hips tilting, back arching faintly in a soft kind of squirm, it hit him a little too hard. he blinked down, fingers pausing for a second like he had to recalibrate.
then slowly, so gently it was almost awkward, his hand slid beneath your stomach and pressed up, coaxing your body until you were rolling under him.
his thumb brushed your hip. then your ribs. then right under the curve of your chest.
you were looking at him now. a little confused, a little pink in the cheeks. lips parted like you were gonna say something but didn’t.
he leaned down, not thinking too hard but pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
then pulled back. stared.
usually this part didn’t happen unless you did something. he wasn’t smooth. he just sort of… lingered.
and then you’d get the idea, maybe kiss him harder, maybe ask gently, maybe tug him in.
but this time, you were shy.
and he wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel really good.
his eyes stayed on you. lips parting just slightly. his voice came out a little lower again
“are you okay?”
“mhm! i’m— i’m fine— are you.. uh okay?”
“mm.. i’m fine.”
his hand moved along your waist, your side, brushing right along the swell of your chest and then gently back down again.
his hand begun to explore towards your bra, so slow and patient like it wasn’t killing him inside.
“you’re not looking at me anymore.” he spoke and you realised your eyes had automatically drifted away.
your cheeks heated up so fast you could feel the red.
he hummed then leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw.
“not very nice” he whispered, lips warm against your skin. “hiding from me like that.”
his hand lifted again, returning to your chest this time—more pressure now, gentle kneading.
when you squirmed a little, body shifting under his hand as he gently rolled you onto your back, he didn’t think much of it—at first.
your eyes darted from his, that was new.
“you’re not usually like this. you’re usually confident or .. bold.”
he blinked, studying your face.
“are you embarrassed?”
“what— no!” but the blush on your cheeks only made him laugh softly,he tilted his head a little, lips close to your temple.
“it’s cute.”
his hand slid higher tracing the mould of the bra. “does this make you nervous?” he asked softly, pressing another kiss near your jaw. “me touching you like this?”
his other hand was under your back now, fingers splayed wide as he held you close.
a small whimper left your mouth in response feeling his large hand grip your boob in his hand.
“you do this to me all the time,” he mumbled, mouth near your collarbone now, breath warming your skin. “touch me and kiss me without asking. and i never know how you make it look so easy.”
another kiss, a little lower.. right near the top of your chest.
“so maybe this is how you feel. when i just…” he kissed again. “do it.”
“shoto-“
“you look very pretty right now.” his voicd cut yours off whilst his hand squeezed a little firmer.
you made a soft noise from the roll of his thumb over your hardening nipple and turned your face.
“there it is again. not looking at me.”
he kissed your cheek, then the side of your nose, then your lips again.
“m’sorry.. just a lot..”
“do you want me to stop?” he asked, but his voice didn’t sound nervous anymore, your head turned now.
“no! no no no please—“
he kissed you again, smiling this time. soft and warm and proud.
“guess not.”
he really didn’t expect you to go quiet, you were always the one teasing him and making him blush but now you were underneath him barely able to form a sentence.
his hand dragged slow beneath your shirt, cool fingers brushing the warm skin of your stomach
“your skin’s warmer than usual” he mumbled, dragging his knuckles along your ribs. “you’re not sick, are you?”
you scoffed—or tried to. it came out weak, breathy. “no.. you know that.”
his smile grew.
“oh. it’s because of me?”
you turned your head again.
he leaned down again, kissed your cheek then your jaw, then just below your ear.
his other hand shifted now, dragged down your waist slow and steady until his thumb caught at the waistband of your shorts.
he paused there and didn’t go lower.
“you said something earlier about needing me.” he said, looking down at you through his lashes, “but now you’re not saying anything.”
your hips twitched, you couldn’t even talk if you wanted too.
his thumb dipped under the fabric. just barely.
“you do still want me, right?” he asked, tilting his head. “or was that just talk?”
“noo— sho stop!” you huffed frustrated at all this sarcasm. “you know i want you..” your voice was a low grumble.
his grin twitched back into place
“you don’t sound very sure.” he spoke biting back a laugh.
he dipped his fingers deeper now, past the waistband of your panties, the coldness from his fingertips hitting your soaked pussy like ice.
his fingers didn’t have a pattern, not necessarily he was just touching to touch.
your hips twitched again, thighs clenching, and he tilted his head slightly, blinking down at the way your eyes were still pointed somewhere to the side, anywhere but him.
“you’re not looking at me again,” he murmured, voice soft and low like he was talking to himself.
he twisted his wrist a little, fingers dipping deeper, dragging through the mess he’d already pulled from you.
and there it was—that sound. and audible example of how wet you were, panties soaked through his lips twitched knowing he was the one to get you like that.
you let out a small whine, body tense your hands gripping the blanket like it had wronged you.
he smiled to himself watching every shift of your face closely.
his fingers circled again, enough to hear that sticky sound from your pussy that he was suddenly so addicted to.
“you’re so wet. more than usual.”
your breath caught and he pressed closer, mouth near your ear now kissing your cheek then your temple.
then dragged his fingers up again. slower this time. back down. messier.
“soaked,” he whispered, almost in awe whilst your legs twitched
his fingers slid in deeper this time giving you the first stretch, two long fingers slowly falling in and out of your weeping hole.
“do you want me to stop?” he asked.
you shook your head. “mm-mm.. please don’t..”
he hummed “then look at me.”
you didn’t, his fingers curled against your gushy walls pulling another wet sound from your cunt, your body jolted.
“that’s not looking.”
“sh-shoto please.” you begged, a mix of absolute horniness and frustration had you pleading for more.
he blinked.
“are you upset?”
you shook your head again.
“then why do you sound like that?”
his fingers curled against you again. “shh.. don’t even have to talk, just lay back and look pretty..”
your whines kept coming, kept building, this needy little plea under every breath.
he could hear every sound and every frustrated exhale when you didn’t get what you wanted.
and your hips kept chasing him, little rocks forward, little shivers when he pulled back.
it was adorable. it was pathetic.
he was grinning now, trying not to laugh outright, shoulders rising and falling with these quiet little chuckles under his breath.
and while you were distracted, while your head was tipped back and your eyes fluttering half-shut, he finally shoved his sweats down.
and when he settled between your legs, you didn’t even realize—still letting out those breathless whines
“mmhh— sho! please i need more!”
he stayed quiet.. until his hand came up, thumb and forefinger gripping your cheeks gently, squishing them just enough to make your lips pout and your eyes meet his.
he tilted his head. “look at me.”
and the moment your eyes finally met his, he started pushing in so desperately slow.
inch by inch.
and fuck, he felt it—how tight you were. how hot your pussy was around only half the length of his cock, your walls fluttering around him like they were welcoming him.
his breath stuttered, catching in his throat, head tipping forward slightly, forehead almost resting to yours. the sight of shoto rested above you failing to catch his breath couldve make you cum right there.
“oh—fuck…” he whispered.
“you’re…” another slow roll of his hips, and he let out a strained groan, “…gripping me so hard.”
“s-shoto!! .. fuck me please!”
his lips parted. “…say that again.”
“mhh— shoto!” your voice fell weaker from the tease
his grin widened. “say it louder.”
you tried, you did—but your breath hitched halfway through and your head tipped back again.
he clicked his tongue, “nope” he mumbled, slowly pulling back an inch. “not loud enough.”
“n-no! i’msorryimsorryplease!!”
“i said say it louder.” he repeated, just barely rocking forward again, only enough for you to feel it, not enough to give it.
“you want me to stop?”
you shook your head quickly.
he blinked.
“…so say it.”
you did, loud this time, your voice shaking all over again. “f-fuck me please shoto!! please fuck me!”
his hands squeezed your waist at the same time his breath left him.
his hips began to rock slowly forward, grinding the rest of his length inside of you before his cock slowly started to disappear in and out of your wet pussy.
“good girl…”
he kissed your jaw, then your lips, soft little pecks between each word, each thrust.
“see? you can be polite when you want something.”
your nails dug into his muscular back feeling the ripples of toned flesh beneath you, he only smiled harder.
he picked up the pace slightly, just to hear that breathless little cry again. the snap of his hips knocked the air out of you completely.
“embarrassed?”
you didn’t answer, only bit down on your lower lip, eyes falling to where his cock was abusing your dripping pussy. his pelvis his your clit just right at the perfect angle, making your thighs shake.
he laughed. “you look it.”
his thrusts got sharper, your legs wrapping around him as he fucked himself into you.
his eyes dropped to your lips, still parted and wet.
“pretty when you blush,” he whispered, dragging his thumb across your cheek wiping a stray tear.
“pretty when you moan. even prettier when you do both at once.”
your body arched feeling the thick tip of his dick hammering into you at a relentless pace, you couldn’t barely breath.
“ffffuhhck— shoo-shotooo!!”
the overwhelming wave of emotions had you on the verge of tears, but everytime his voice dropped into a sarcastic mutter he could feel your pussy flutter and grip him tighter.
“you like this,” he muttered, half in disbelief.
“you like when i’m mean to you.”
he kissed you again, messier this time, hand tangled in your hair whilst his tongue swallowed every last one of your moans and crys, thumb wiping your tears as he tongued your warm mouth.
“tell me i’m wrong,” he said as he pulled apart the smallest inch so his lips were still against yours, his hips rolled deeper grinding slow rolls, the tip of his dick rubbing that one weakened spot inside of you.
“go on. tell me.”
but you didn’t, just dug your teeth into your lower lip.
his hand caught both your wrists, lifted them up, settled them against the pillow—slow, not controlling at all, big palm warm around both your wrists like he was claiming space.
“leave ‘em there,” he mumbled, voice low, lips brushing the side of your face as his hips harshly collided with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have
he liked watching your face when you were flustered like this.
and fuck, you were always a little mouthy—had no problem teasing him, poking him, saying bold shit when it was daylight and you had clothes on.
but now? under him? his hand pinning your wrists, your body shaking under the weight of his hips?
all shy and whiny. couldn’t even look him in the eye. he grinned again.
you bit your lip. moaned something broken.
he groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut a second. your body around him was insane. every twitch of your hips made him go harder without meaning to.
“mmhh— so.. damn tight.” he breathed, tongue against his own lip before he dipped down lower.
your tits were bouncing slightly with the rhythm of his hips, and he didn’t even think—just dropped his mouth to your chest.
lips warm and wet, tongue tracing soft, lazy circles before he sucked gently, then rougher.
you let out this shaky moan that had his eyes roll back just a little.
his mouth closed fully around your nipple now, suckling gently, fingers tightening around your wrists above you. his cock was bulging through, leaving a prominent outline on your lower tummy.
he moved to the other one, gave it the same slow attention even as his hips kept pounding into you.
and you were so wet—so wet, the kind of soaked that had slick noises under the skin of his thrusts, lewd and obvious and impossible to ignore.
he groaned again, low and full in his throat.
“you’re dripping,” he grunted, “makin a mess.”
your voice finally cracked through again, broken and fucked dumb, he knew you were moaning his name but he was so lost inside of you and whatever you were making him feel he didn’t even care.
“what?” he mumbled against your chest, a teasing lilt in his voice.
you said it again, more desperate. “mhhhsshoootoo!!”
“use your words,” he said, smirking now as his hips angled slightly upward, catching a spot that made your whole body jolt. he had no clue what he just unlocked but your pussy was sucking him in
“that what you want?”
you nodded quickly, head rolling to the side as another moan broke through your lips. your hand fell beside you gripping the bedsheet.
he leaned up now, still keeping your wrists above you, still fucking you hard and deep, but now he was watching your face again.
“tell me.”
“d-don’t stop,” you choked out, voice rough and sweet. he fought back another laugh.
“you’re so pretty when you’re needy like this.” he whispered, dropping kisses down your jaw.
“never wanna stop.”
his body was starting to shake slightly now—stomach tight, skin hot, hair damp against his forehead as he kept going, faster now.
and the way you were squeezing him?
god.
he groaned, almost desperate now, shifting to press his forehead against yours.
“gonna cum..” he whispered, voice strained.
“where do you want it, baby?”
the sound of shoto this dominant had your stomach knotting, the beg for release inside of him had his own hips starts to quicken, pelvis grinding against your sensitive clit.
“w-want in in me— mhhh!! cum in my pussy!!”
his grip on your wrists loosened just slightly.
“yeah?” he murmured, hips twitching again.
“you sure?”
you nodded quickly, “yesyesyes i want all of it!”
he groaned low, hips slamming into you once, twice, then again—
then stilled. a soft, broken sound left his chest as he spilled deep his hips pressing in close, chest flushed against yours, voice stuttering in your ear.
“…fuckfuckfuck—fuck…”
your back arched feeling so full you wanted to cry all over again, his hips rolled slow fucking his cum back into your leaking swollen pussy.
he stayed there for a long second, looking at the aftermath on your beautiful body. then slowly collapsed onto your chest, burying his face against the same skin he couldn’t stop kissing earlier.
“you okay? it was good?” he asked his voice was empty from the sarcasm and teasing, softness crawling back into his tone.
“mhm.. so good.” he smiled at the response.
and when the morning deepened? he was already up, which wasn’t surprising.
clean shirt on, hair wet like he’d showered, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he stood at the stove calmly stirring something.
like he hadn’t pinned your wrists and fucked you into the sheets until your voice was too gone to keep saying his name.
you blinked a little, standing half-hidden in the hallway, arms crossed over your chest because your shirt was thin and your boobs—god, they ached. he heard you shuffle and turned, soft smile already forming before he even looked at you.
and then—
he saw you.
the limp.
the blush.
the hickeys crawling up your neck like flowers, and the bite marks on your neck like marks.
and his eyes sparkled just a little, trying not to smile.
but still—he was shoto, so the voice was soft and the tone polite.
he crossed the room slowly, towel in his hand, drying his fingers as he approached.
“what do you want for breakfast?”
you gave him the biggest pout, bottom lip out, eyes narrowed like he wasn’t the same man who’d had you on your knees last night begging.
“don’t talk like that,” you mumbled, clinging to his shirt as your forehead dropped gently against his chest, absolutely exhausted.
“like what?”
he was already grinning against your head, arms sliding around your waist as he kissed your hair.
“like you’re not a hidden stupid sex freak” you mumbled again, voice muffled.
he chuckled softly now, warm breath against the crown of your head as he gently kissed it and his hands didn’t wander they just stayed flat across your lower back like he was calming you.
the perfect boyfriend now.
sssooooo polite.
“you said you wanted all of it.”
he said it casually whilst your body tensed slightly in his arms.
“you?!—”
“—don’t even not start,” he interrupted gently, kissing your hair again
like the perfect boyfriend shoto was, he acted in pure concern everytime you winced when you sat down, or when you spent hours trying to hide the hickeys and icing your collarbones covered in purple bite marks. but as the new found ‘sex freak?’ he grinned lowly knowing he did that.
lol! i love this
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Sneak peak of my first fic👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
(I rough draft on my notes first, don’t attack me😓)