Teasing and end up railing the logic out of shoto when he's studying 🤤🤤 he's such a good student, top 3 in class but he couldn't even form words right now
• studying with shoto todoroki
The sound of his pen clicking, fingers tapping the desk and little grunts filled the room. “…mmngh..”
“Mm? need help..?” You say barely above a whisper as you glance at his unfinished work. You guide his head over to the question he’s stuck on, looking at his flushed, struggling expression.
“Haa... I.. I can’t yn I—“
“Hm…? You’re top three in the whole class, sho. I’m more than sure you can do it…” You rest your chin on his shoulder as your hand run over his tummy, and down to his thighs.
“Maybe,, this position is the problem..” You grab the back of his knees and lift them, spreading his legs. Your cock burying deeper inside his warmth.
“Ah—! S..sto..stop…!” His hands trembled, he dropped his pen as he covered his mouth. “Don’t drool on your notes, shoto.” To which he responded by letting out a small whimper.
“This should be easy, you’ve never had a problem with this question before… going dumb on me, hm?” The smirk could be heard in your voice, his legs shook and his cock twitched as he subtly shook his head. You kiss his shoulder and begin stroking him while asking him the questions he’s already answered.
“Mm..~ don…t..n..” He struggling to even keep his eyes open. “words……” you stroke quicker. He’s squirming and gasping, you hold him in place by his hips, “sh..shoto relax…” you chuckle nervously.
He sobs as he makes a mess over your hand, panting as you hum in disappointment.
you lift him up and slam him down on your cock, he yelps surprised and trembling hands grip onto your arms as you abuse his insides.
You’ll make sure he’s completely wrecked by the end of this
it’s late. you’re in his room, the lights are low and warm, shoto is leaning back against the headboard with his shirt already off, body on full display—broad chest, soft layers over hard muscle, heavy pecs rising and falling with every nervous breath. you’re straddling his thick thighs, hands warm and slow as you start exploring him.
your palms slide up from his hips, spreading wide over the gentle swell of his stomach. the skin feels perfect—cool on the right side, warm on the left—and so fucking soft under your fingers. you press in gently, feeling the plush give of the soft but hard layer, then trace each ab one by one with slow, pain aching circles, thumbs dipping into every shallow groove. “does this feel good, baby?” you murmur softly, voice sweet and kind. “you’re so beautiful like this… look at you, all strong and soft for me.”
he lets out a tiny, surprised grunt at first, then a soft broken whimper that sounds far away, like he couldn’t hold it back. his head tips back, mismatched eyes fluttering half-closed, lips parted. “y-yes… feels… really good,” he breathes, voice cracking sweetly.
you keep going, hands gliding higher, cupping the heavy weight of his pecs, thumbs brushing lightly over his nipples until they tighten under your touch. another soft whimper spills out, a little louder, needy and completely inexperienced. you lean down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his sternum while your fingers keep worshipping every ridge and curve of his abdomen. “god, you’re perfect,” you whisper against his warm skin, feeling the muscles twitch and soften under your palms. “so warm here… so cool here… every single part of you is so fucking beautiful.”
your hands drift lower again, palms flat and slow, running over his stomach—squeezing gently, letting your nails drag just light enough to make him shiver. the whimpers are closer now, constant little “ah… ah…” sounds every time you press into a new spot on his abs. you stay locked there for a while, obsessed with the way his stomach moves under your hands, the way his whole body trembles when you trace the same line over and over.
finally your fingertips brush the dark, thick happy trail leading down. you follow it with one finger, slow and teasing, feeling the heat building as you go lower. when you reach the waistband of his boxers you hook two fingers under the elastic, tugging it up just enough to snap it gently against his skin—once, twice, playful little flicks that make his hips jerk up and a fresh, broken, higher whimper escape his throat.
“shhh, easy big boy,” you coo, rubbing soothing circles right above the band while you keep snapping it teasingly. “you’re doing so good for me… so pretty when you make those soft noises.” another gentle snap, your knuckles brushing the base of his happy trail again, feeling how hard and straining he is underneath. his breathing is ragged, soft moans mixing with those distant, needy whimpers as you play with the waistband—pulling, snapping, letting your fingers dip just under to tease the sensitive skin right at the root without giving him everything yet.
you keep one hand on his abdomen the whole time, stroking and praising every inch of that beautiful body underneath you while the other teases lower. “look at you shoto… so handsome, such a gorgeous boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss right below his belly button. his abs flex and soften under your palm with every shaky breath, another soft grunt turning into a whimper as you snap the band one more time, slow and gentle, drawing it out until he’s trembling and making the sweetest, most loving sounds you’ve ever heard.
Summary: You've been friends with benefits with top hero Shoto Todoroki for quite a while. In the middle of a particularly delicious intimate hookup, Shoto tells you he doesn't want to be friends with benefits any longer because he's catching feelings. Romance (and amazing sex!) ensues.
Important Notes/TW: All characters are A30+, Aged Up Characters, Explicit Sex, Romance, No Protection, Friends with Benefits to Lovers, MDNI, This is an adult only blog posting mature content
"I'm afraid." Shoto says in that short way of his, mumbling into your ear as he slowly makes love to you. You almost miss the words, too distracted by the gentle, wet drag of his cock inside of you.
"Oh!" You can't help but moan as he picks up the pace a bit, the crown of his dick hitting the most delicious spot inside of you. He recognizes that he's found the ideal angle and rhythm, and he concentrates on replicating the motion as many times as he can. You feel like you've died and gone to heaven, dancing on the edge of orgasm as this beautiful man pleasures you in his bed.
But then your brain finally catches up, processing Shoto's mumbled words from minutes before.
"Wait - ah - Sho, stop."
Shoto's body comes to a hault, and he lifts himself up so he can peer down at your face. "Why do you want to stop?" His voice rumbles, low and uncertain as he searches your expression for clues.
"Why are you afraid?" You ask, raising a delicate hand to cup his cheek. Without thinking, he turns his face to press a chaste kiss to your palm.
"Oh. Well." Shoto gulps as he turns back to face you, his delicate hair falling into his lashes. He's so beautiful, sometimes looking at him like this takes your breath away. His sharp, aristocratic cheekbones are etherial. His cupids bow is the perfect curve - just right for kissing. His mismatched eyes are so unique and eye catching, it's hard to look away once you're locked in his sightline.
"You can tell me, Sho." You say softly. "Like...come on. Your bare dick is literally inside of me right now. I think we've lost all traces of decorum."
Shoto nods thoughtfully, doesn't laugh. That's another thing about this man - he's lacking in the social skills department. Sometimes you need to clearly state that you're joking, or else he'll take every word at face value.
"That was supposed to be funny." You add on, making sure he knows you're teasing.
"Oh. Okay." He didn't get it. But that's alright - at the very least he now knows you're trying to be light hearted with him.
"What's bothering you? What are you afraid of?" You smooth his hair back, and he ever so slightly leans into the touch.
"How long have we been having sex like this?" He asks, eyes fixed on your own. You bite your lip and think.
"Maybe...three months now? Ever since we met at that stupid hero gala honoring Mount Lady's charity for women with bad nose jobs." You wrinkle your own nose as you think about your colleague's ridiculous excuse for philanthropy. "Why?"
Shoto's beautiful face contorts into a frown.
"I'm afraid this is getting to be too much for me." He says flatly.
Your heart instantly sinks into your stomach. Ah, of course. Shoto's bored of you. You knew this friends with benefits situation was always too good to be true. It was only a matter of time before Shoto realized that he's too good for a B-grade underground hero. He's so young - at twenty six years old he's already in the Top 10. You're always under cover, working in the shadows. That means you're not even on the board.
And now Shoto's going to drop you - to leave you for some pretty Top 20 hero like Mount Lady.
You can just see the headlines now - Shoto Todoroki seen with beautiful new girlfriend at Hibachi restaurant. Shoto Todoroki proposes to Pro Hero girlfriend in Paris. Shoto Todoroki and Pro Hero wife are pregnant with first child. You know that each of these inevitable news stories will gut you, no matter how much time has past. This is not a wound that will heal easily. Shoto Todoroki is irreplaceable in your heart. You should have never offered to be friends with benefits in the first place - you knew your poor heart wouldn't be able to survive the inevitable sting of Shoto moving on.
Over the past few months of nonstop fucking, you've fallen for Shoto. You've fallen for him hard. How could you not? He's so fucking thoughtful - always ordering in your favorite takeout after a long day on the job, sneaking you into the back booths of his favorite restaurants to avoid the press when the two of you feel like going out. He's so sweet always inviting you to his friend's houses for parties or movie nights, showing you off as if you're something special to him. And the sex. Oh my God the sex! Shoto's an attentive and dedicated lover, always finding new ways to caress and draw pleasure out of you as if it's your first time together. Each moment your bodies intertwine, things are electric between the two of you.
But you knew this would happen - that you wouldn't be able to keep him. He's just so, so good. And you're just an underground hero with a wanting heart.
Shoto has never been one for babbling, but he doesn't wait for you to reply. He keeps talking. Obviously these thoughts have been bothering him. You just wished he would have waited until after sex to dump you.
He looks down at you sadly. "I don't think I can do this 'friends with benefits' any longer."
You sniffle, trying to keep the tears from leaking. "I understand."
His forehead creases in displeasure, his teeth worrying at his lip for a moment. "You do?"
"Of course. You don't want to sleep with me anymore. And I get it - you're busy and have a lot going on and we agreed from the start that this would be casual, didn't we? So it's fine, Shoto. We can stop seeing each other and just be friends." The words flood out of you in a wave. You know you can't 'just be friends' with him after this. Not after you've known how he feels inside of you, how he kisses...but you need to be nice about this. It's your fault for catching feelings, afterall.
Shoto's frown deepens. "That's not it at all." He says matter of factly. "Of course I want to keep sleeping with you. I'm afraid because I fear I'm developing too many feelings for you and you might not feel the same way. We said we would keep this casual, but I don't think I feel 'casual' about you."
Oh. Oh!
"I don't feel casual about you either." You say in a breathy voice, disbelieving.
Shoto's frown instantly dissolves, his beautiful face smoothing into that gentle smile of his. "Really?"
"Really."
"So...what does that mean?" He asks, cocking his head to the side slightly. He looks like an adorable dog when he does that.
You reach up so you can pull his face to yours in a kiss. He melts against you - lips sliding against yours sweetly. His cock twitches inside of you, instantly rock hard once again and you rock your hips, encouraging him to move. He gets the message and slowly drags his hips back so he can gently move inside of you once more.
You break the kiss and let out a groan of pleasure as he fills you with his cock. He pulls away from you, still smiling.
"I think that means we both want a relationship." You say quietly, smiling back at him. "I think we want to date each other."
"So instead of friends with benefits...I'd be your boyfriend?" He says thoughtfully, a hand moving to smooth over one of your breasts as he shifts inside of you.
"And I'd be your girlfriend." You say, letting out a soft moan as his fingers brush across your pebbled nipple.
"I really like the sound of that." Shoto says, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple as he thrusts deeply inside of you. You're both quiet for a moment, enjoying the sweet sensation of each other's bodies being connected. After a beat, a mischievous smile crosses Shoto's lovely face. "Can your boyfriend make you cum?"
Your heart glows golden inside of your chest, and your pussy flutters around him at the question. "Your girlfriend would like that. Very much."
Shoto's grin makes you giggle as he pulls out of you, placing quick kisses across your chest, your stomach, your thighs, before he tosses your legs over his shoulders and starts eating you out. You let out a string of unladylike expletives as he swirls his tongue through your folds, taking the time to kiss and suck and circle around your clit with gusto.
"Fuck, Sho!" You cry out as you feel yourself getting close. Shoto is the best at oral. You've never had a man eat you out in such an enthusiastic, mind blowing way. "I'm gonna...oh!" Shoto sucks on your clit for a second longer before pulling his face away. You make a disappointed noise as he untangles himself from your legs.
"Don't worry." He chuckles as he rises onto his knees on the bed. "You'll get to cum. I promise."
He grabs you by the hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. He's so strong and built out from his training and hero work, he throws you around like you weigh nothing (which is insane, since you're fairly muscular form your own hero work). You fall easily onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure as Shoto pulls gets you in position so he can take you from behind.
He caresses your pussy with his hardness, swiping his cock through your folds and playing with your clit in a way that has you begging for him to take you. When he finally lines up his cock with your entrance, you hear him let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He pushes into you slowly, and the sweet stretch of your pussy accommodating him almost makes you cum on the spot. Once he's fully pressed inside, he lets his hands wander to your hips. He starts moving slowly, letting you enjoy every inch of him the way he knows you like.
"Shoto...fuck...Shoto I like you so damn much." You can't help but ramble. At your words, you feel him get impossibly harder. You feel so overstimulated, so good. His hands differ in temperature slightly - the combined warm and cold touch prickling at your senses in the most delicious way. He picks up the pace, groaning as he finds a good rhythm.
"You...are...the best thing that's ever happened to me." Shoto says in a voice that's unusually coated in emotion. His words go straight to your cunt, and you cry out his name over and over as you cum around him, pussy tightening as shocks of pleasure wash over you again and again.
Shoto's not one to curse, but when he feels your pussy flare and pull around him, he can't help himself. "Fuck, Y/N." His orgasm hits him like a wall, and he doesn't remember to pull out. He cums hard, filling you up deliciously with his warm baby batter. It feels so good, so right. You feel tears of pleasure prickle at the corners of your eyes as you come down from your high, body still twitching in ecstasy around a spent Shoto.
You lay together for a few quiet minutes, both of you sweaty and breathing hard as you process what's just happened.
Finally, Shoto speaks.
"I've had feelings for you since the moment our hands touched at that stupid hero gala three months ago. I just didn't get up the courage to say something until today."
You let out a happy laugh. You wonder if he's grinning, too. He slowly pulls out of you, and you feel his thick cum dribbling down your thighs. Fuck, you're going to need to wash the sheets after this. But you don't really care. All you want to do right now is hold Shoto and kiss his sweet, gorgeous face. You turn in the bed so you can face him, body sore from your intense fucking.
Shoto is absolutely beaming, his face radiating joy. He pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as he wraps his strong arms around you in a sweet embrace.
"I've felt exactly the same, Sho." You say, nuzzling into his sweat-slicked chest. "And now we can be together as more than just friends."
Shoto hums happily, holding you to him and placing his chin on top of your head. "I love the sound of that, Y/N." He sighs dreamily, and plants another kiss on the crown of your hair. "I love the idea that you're all mine."
⟢ cw ꒱ cursing, making out, dirty talk, shouto is a champ at eating pussy/ass, fingering, vaginal sex, shouto is a little subby in this.
✩ m.list
Shouto who comes off as indifferent, uninterested, if you don’t know him. Who is really so sweet and so loving it makes your teeth ache. Who is the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget — you accidentally stumbled upon the list in his notes app and cried.
Shouto who never ceases to buy extra of what he’s eating so you can have some too, even if you weren’t hungry in the first place.
Shouto who you met in high school but didn’t date until after graduation. Who you crossed paths with while battling a villain and caught mid air as he was nose diving from the top of a building. Who was a bit delirious. He swears he saw you with a halo, because he “fell in love with an Angel that day.”
Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk. Who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge it drives you nuts. Who compulsively brings you a glass when he’s drinking some because he’s learned he can show you love by sharing what he enjoys. It’s so cute when you get a glass out of nowhere.
Shouto who decides to be a bit “rebellious” after he gets out of high school. Who decides to cut his hair shaggy and short. Who gets a nose ring, pierces his ears, and acquires a tongue ring. Who is with you when you get your own body modifications, and often wears jewelry that reminds him of you.
Shouto who claims his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch. Especially when it’s raining and the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies and napping. If it turns X rated, well who can blame you?
Shouto who is a dry texter. We’re talking Sahara Desert dry. Who still takes the time to send you pictures of things you love while he’s out on patrol, especially animals. Who gets so happy when you respond in kind, forming your own language with one another.
Shouto who tends to wear a streetwear style when he’s not working. Who likes to wear matching clothes with you. Who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear with your faces on them. You’re unable to resist, you’re technically sitting on his face all day… right??
Shouto who is terrible at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart. You’re definitely not bitter about that. Funnily enough, the best part of game night is watching Bakugou lose his mind when Sho decimates him.
Shouto who has remained tight knit with Midoriya. Who considers the man his brother by extension, and who you’ve grown close to as well. Who goes to the hero for help planning your surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees.
Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings. Who you have, on more than one occasion, woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am. Who offers you one, which you casually eat and go back to bed. Who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere.
Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his scar. About his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past. Who opened up to you, willingly sharing a side of himself others don’t get the privilege to see.
Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, to meet his mother. Who added you to the group chat with all his siblings, which is unbelievably entertaining. Who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents, but you make sure he knows he’s perfect for you just the way he is.
Shouto who loves you unconditionally. Who is your soul mate, your best friend. Whose love for you has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree. Who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself. You’d start a war for this man.
Shouto who enjoys kissing. Who loves to lazily make out. Whose cock starts to twitch when the kiss turns messy. Whose lips get slick and puffy as they press together with yours, eagerly slipping his tongue inside, sucking on it and sinking his teeth into your bottom lip until it stings.
Shouto who likes to spread you out in bed, stripping you until you’re only wearing his large T-shirt. Who leers at you when he pushes it up your belly, gently letting it catch on your tits to watch them fall and bounce. Who makes you keep the shirt around your collarbone when he sucks on your nipples.
Shouto who bites the skin on your sternum, plush lips tickling your belly as he makes his way to your pussy. Who grips the bottoms of your thighs and presses them towards your chest. Who stares at you with heavy lidded eyes as he licks from your pussy to your clit, making sure to swirl the cold metal of his tongue ring around it.
Shouto whose eyes flutter shut with his face buried in your pussy. Who sucks your clit, tongue ring passing over it with each methodical swipe of his tongue. Who murmurs “your pussy is amazing angel, will you let me eat your ass next? pretty please?”
Shouto who strips you both bare. Whose flushed cock stands full and heavy. Who flips you, yanks your ass in the air, and shoves your face in the sheets. Who spanks you, gripping the thick flesh of your ass to spread you open. Who chills his tongue ring even more and kitten licks at your rim until you want to scream.
Shouto who slides two fingers in your pussy. Who curls and thrusts them as he sucks on your rim. Who pulls away to stroke himself for relief and speaks with a wrecked voice, pleading, “I want to put my cock in you so badly, please tell me you’re ready.”
Shouto who’s aware you’re a pillow princess, but has hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushing bubblegum pink, when you want to ride him. Who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, allowing you to flip so you’re facing away. Who holds your wrists behind your back as you bounce, letting out delicate, whiny moans while you make his toes curl.
Shouto who spreads you with his free hand, eyes glued to where his cock disappears. Whose dick throbs, breath hitching when you throw your head back and moan, “fuck Sho, your cock is so good. M’gonna cum!”
Shouto who reaches his limit. Who pushes you off his cock and onto your back, whispering filthy praise in your ear. Who grips himself, teasing your clit with the tip before slipping his dick all the way inside.
Shouto who bends you in half, hooks your knees over his shoulders, and folds you into a mating press. Who fucks you roughly, hips curling up with intention. Who makes you feel each drag of his cock, coaxing you to cum with a handful of strokes. Who doesn’t stop until you cum more than twice.
Shouto who moans lowly when your pussy squeezes his cock. Who desperately begs you to cum just one more time because he can’t hold on for much longer.
Shouto who makes you feel dizzy as he chases his pleasure while keeping you folded like a pretzel. Who cums when your sweet cries hit his ears, praising and encouraging him all at once. Who pushes in and grinds against your ass as he bursts at the seams, panting.
Shouto who giggles with you as he untangles your limbs. Who flops down beside you, lacing your fingers together as you enjoy the leftover bliss.
Shouto who eventually gets up to clean you both. Who finds you clean clothes. Who pulls you into a hug, murmuring how much he loves you, peppering kisses all over your face. Shouto, who then goes to the kitchen and brings you a glass of strawberry milk.
I just read your post about reader being a total badass when another girl is trying to take her man, can we get a reverse one? Where reader is being flirted with?
Seriously it was so good!
In which, the MHA boys react to the reader being flirted with.
The bar was packed, the air thick with smoke and whiskey. You were leaning against the counter in a black minidress, waiting for your drink, when some random guy slid up beside you.
"Hey, sweetheart," he smirked. "What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I have a boyfriend, fuck off.”
“That’s what they all say. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” he continued with a sly grin, placing a hand on top of yours.
You didn’t even get a chance to respond before a strong, scarred arm looped around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest.
Dabi.
His voice was low. "Alone?" He chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "That’s cute."
The guy hesitated, realizing who you were. Everyone knew that Dabi was the most wanted S-class villain. His amber eyes flicking between you and Dabi. "I didn’t realize—"
"Yeah, you didn’t." Dabi tilted his head, blue flames sparking at his fingertips. "Start running."
The guy? Gone in seconds.
Dabi kissed your neck, chuckling. "I love scaring off idiots. You’re fun bait, doll."
Katsuki Bakugo
It was a normal day at the gym—until some dumbass decided today was the day to test Bakugo’s patience.
You were warming up, minding your business, when some cocky asshole strolled up. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall next to you, clearly checking you out.
"Wow," he whistled, looking you up and down. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because damn, you’re—"
Before he could finish, a handful of explosions went off beside him, making him stumble back with a yell.
Katsuki stood there, arms crossed, eyes blazing with fury.
"The hell you just say to my girl, dickwad?" His eyes were narrowed, boring holes into the other guy’s soul. Wow, Katsuki sure was hot when he was so protective over you.
“Woah there man—” The guy backed away slowly, turning around and speedwalking out of the area.
Katsuki grabbed your wrist, pulling you close. "Ya good, dollface? He touch you?”
You smirked. "Jealous much?"
"Shut up," he grumbled, but his grip on you didn’t loosen.
Shoto Todoroki
It was a simple coffee run, or at least it was supposed to be. Shoto was at the counter, waiting for both of your orders while you sat in one of the booths, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
Without warning, some smooth-talking guy slid into the seat beside you. "Hey," he smiled, "Mind if I join you?"
Before you could answer, two cups of coffee were placed before you. “I mind.”
You tilted your chin up to meet Shoto’s mismatched eyes. "You’re flirting with my girlfriend." His tone was calm but you could tell that he was annoyed. The air around you had become cold, something that happened whenever someone managed to push your boyfriend’s buttons.
The guy blinked. "Uh—"
Shoto didn't even look at him. He slid into the seat next to you. Interlocking your fingers. "I don’t share," he murmured.
The guy practically tripped over himself leaving.
“Sho.” You giggled, looking at him.
Shoto sipped his coffee like nothing happened. "Yes, love?”
Hanta Sero
The two of you were at an arcade, laughing as you played games together, until some guy decided to interrupt. He was tall, decked in all black and had a flirtatious smile.
"Hey," he grinned, stepping between you and Hanta. "I’ve been watching you for a while… maybe I could get your number?”
Hanta stood infront of you, blocking you from the other guy’s sight.
"Oh, for sure," he said with a sly grin, right before launching a strand of tape at the guy. Who barely had time to react before he was yanked backward, stuck against the wall, arms pinned to his sides. “What the heck man?”
Hanta wrapped an arm around your shoulder, still grinning. "Oops. Looks like you’re busy."
You giggled. "You’re evil."
"Only when people try to steal my girl."
Eijiro Kirishima
You and Eijiro were strolling through the festival, the glow of lanterns reflecting in his bright red eyes as you both enjoyed the sights and food stalls. The night was perfect—until some overconfident idiot decided to ruin it.
"Hey there hot stuff," the guy smirked, stepping a little too close. "Why don’t you ditch the kid and have a real man show you a good time?"
Your red-head boyfriend stopped mid-bite of his takoyaki. Slowly, he turned to face the guy, a sharp grin stretching across his face.
"Hey, man," he said, cracking his knuckles as his quirk activated with a sickening crunch. His fists hardened into razor-sharp stone, glinting under the festival lights. “What are your intentions?”
The guy paled, taking a cautious step back. "Dude, chill, I was just—"
"Just…?” Eijiro tilted his head. The guy nodded furiously before bolting into the crowd. You started laughing, holding onto your stomach as you doubled over.
Kirishima sighed, turning back to you with a pout. "Babe, do I really not look scary? I thought I was at least a little intimidating."
You tried to hold back a laugh but failed. "Eiji, you’re too adorable to be scary."
His jaw dropped. "Too adorable? Babe, I literally just made a guy run for his life!"
You grinned, poking his cheek. "Exactly. Cute, but effective."
Eijiro groaned, dramatically dragging a hand down his face. "Man, this is terrible for my reputation."
But he still laced his fingers with yours, grinning as he led you toward the next food stall—because honestly? He’d rather be your cute boyfriend than be scary any day.
Tomura Shigaraki
The Villain’s Den was loud, pulsing with heavy bass and neon lights. The club was a known hotspot for the worst of the worst—rogue assassins, yakuza, underground black-market dealers. It was the kind of place where rules didn’t exist, where people only stepped on each other’s toes if they wanted a death wish.
You were sitting at the bar, sipping on something strong and expensive, watching the dance floor where bodies grinded together, the flashing red and blue lights reflecting in their hungry eyes.
Shigaraki was next to you, one arm slung lazily over the back of your stool, his other hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He wasn’t much for crowds, but he tolerated them when it meant keeping an eye on you.
It was almost peaceful.
A cocky-looking bastard slid into the stool beside you, his breath reeking of liquor and weed. He was built like someone who thought he was untouchable—broad shoulders, expensive rings on his fingers, tattoos from head to toe.
He looked at you like you were something to win.
"Didn’t expect to see someone as fine as you in a place like this," he drawled, tilting his head. "What do you say I buy you a drink, huh? Lose the zombie-lookin’ guy and come have a good time."
Before you could rip him apart yourself, a scarred hand landed on your thigh, fingers slipping just under the material of your crimson minidress. Tomura didn’t look up. Didn’t need to.
"Touch her again," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music, but somehow more chilling than the bass drop. "And I’ll make sure they’re scraping your remains off the floor by morning."
The guy hesitated. He turned to look at Shigaraki properly, taking in the red-rimmed eyes, the baby blue, almost white hair, the twisted smile and the slow, casual way he tapped his thumb against his glass.
Realization hit.
The color drained from the guy’s face. He swallowed hard. "Shit, man—I didn’t know it was—"
"You do now." Shigaraki’s fingers flexed, his grip tightening just enough to send a very clear message. The guy stood up immediately.
He pushed off the stool so fast it nearly tipped over, bolting into the sea of criminals like he could outrun death itself.
You sighed, sipping your drink. "Tomu.” You whined. “You’re no fun. I was kinda hoping you’d let me handle that one."
He finally turned his attention to you. His fingers brushed higher up your thigh, his other hand setting his empty glass down with a soft thunk.
"You okay?"
You smirked. "That was kinda hot."
A deep, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Damn right it was."
Izuku Midoriya
The All Might-themed merch store was bright, filled with limited-edition action figures, posters, and collectibles. You and Izuku were wandering through the aisles, fingers intertwined as he excitedly rambled about the latest All Might figurine that had just been released. His eyes were practically glowing as he pointed at the details, completely in his element.
You loved seeing him like this.
A random stranger, dressed in a cocky grin and an oversized jacket, strolled right up to you. "What’s cookin, good lookin’?," he purred, completely ignoring Izuku standing right beside you.
You blinked. Seriously?
Izuku, mid-sentence, froze. The guy leaned against the shelf, flashing you what he probably thought was a charming smile. "How about you ditch the nerd and come get a coffee with me?"
Izuku’s eyes darkened. His usual soft expression shifted into something serious. "Excuse me," he said, shoulders squaring as he stepped in front of you. His voice was calm—too calm. "She’s with me."
The guy laughed, clearly underestimating him. "Relax, dude. I’m just saying she could do better than some fanboy who—"
Izuku moved so fast the guy didn’t see it coming.
The entire shelf behind him rattled, a gust of air bursting through the store as Izuku’s foot lightly tapped against the floor. He hadn’t even used his full strength—just enough to shake the ground beneath them.
The guy stumbled, eyes wide. "Wh-what the hell?"
Izuku didn’t even blink. Didn’t move. Just looked him dead in the eye. "You were saying?" The guy bolted.
Izuku let out a small breath, turning back to you. The moment his eyes met yours, his serious expression melted, a sheepish smile replacing it. "Sorry about that," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
You smirked. "Wow, Izu. That was kinda hot."
Izuku turned bright red. "D-Don’t say stuff like that!"
You just laughed, lacing your fingers with his again. "C’mon, fanboy. Show me more of these All Might figures."
Izuku, still blushing, happily obliged.
Denki Kaminari
The arcade was loud, packed with people, flashing lights, and the sounds of game machines beeping wildly. You and Denki were on a date night, sharing a bucket of popcorn while he tried (and failed) to beat you at air hockey.
"I swear you’re cheating," he pouted as you scored another point. You smirked, twirling the paddle in your hand. "I don’t need to cheat to beat you, baby."
Denki groaned. "Ouch, but again… why’s that kinda hot?."
Before you could serve again, a random dude appeared at your side, looking far too smug for someone who hadn’t been invited.
"Hey," he said, completely ignoring Denki. "I saw you playing and had to come over. You’re pretty good. Bet you’d have more fun playing against me... or maybe, with me?"
Denki froze. Then, ever so slowly, he turned his head toward the guy, blinking like he’d just heard the dumbest thing in existence.
You sighed, already unamused. "No thanks. I’m here with my boyfriend."
The guy didn’t even react. "What, the walking pikachu? He doesn’t seem like much competition."
Oh. Oh, that was a mistake.
Denki let out a low whistle, tossing his paddle onto the table. "Bro. That’s crazy," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, I could fry your nervous system in a second, but hey, points for confidence."
The guy visibly tensed but tried to play it off cool. “You’re bluffing.”
Denki grinned, leaning in slightly. His fingers sparked. "Am I?”
A tiny bolt of electricity shot from his fingertips, buzzing through the air right past the guy’s ear. Not enough to hurt—just enough to remind him what quirks existed.
The guy bolted.
Denki laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Man, you really attract the idiots, huh?"
You rolled your eyes. "You jealous?"
Denki pouted. "Maybe."
You kissed his cheek. "Don’t be. You’re the only idiot I like."
He beamed. "Damn right I am."
Hitoshi Shinso
It was late at night, and you and Hitoshi were sitting outside a small ramen shop, enjoying the quiet hum of the city. The neon lights flickered, casting soft purple and blue hues against his face as he lazily stirred his noodles.
You loved moments like these—just the two of you, no distractions, no expectations.
Until some jackass decided to ruin it.
A man—cocky, unbothered, and absolutely unaware of what he was walking into—slid into the empty seat beside you.
"Hey," he said, flashing you a grin. "Are your parents beavers? Cause damn!"
You stared at him. Hitoshi did not react.
"You know," the guy continued, completely oblivious to the danger he was in, "a pretty thing like you shouldn’t waste time with a guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in ten years."
Hitoshi, mid-bite, finally blinked. He set his chopsticks down slowly, exhaling through his nose before resting his chin on his palm.
"Oh?" His voice was smooth. "That’s funny."
The guy smirked. "What is?"
Hitoshi just tilted his head, purple eyes glowing slightly. "That you think you have a chance."
And then, before the guy could react, Hitoshi activated his quirk.
"Be a good little idiot," he commanded, his voice low, silky, lethal. "And leave."
The guy’s face went blank. He stood up immediately, turning on his heel and walking straight into the street, disappearing into the night like a puppet on strings.
You snorted. "That was overkill."
Hitoshi hummed, taking another bite of his ramen. "I could’ve made him trip into a dumpster."
You smirked. "Now that would’ve been hot."
Hitoshi chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re ridiculous."
"But you love me."
He sighed dramatically, giving you a lazy grin. "Yeah, yeah. Lucky me."
