#and the next time my mom and i were playing he ALSO sat w us then like ??
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not to brag or anything but i think I have the coolest sleuthing sidekick around
#i asked if he wanted to play nancy drew and he immediately came and hung out#and the next time my mom and i were playing he ALSO sat w us then like ??#number 2 nancy drew fan in the household perhaps??
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I wrote something based off a prompt by @epkot94 https://at.tumblr.com/epkot94/dp-x-dc-idea-time-so-eventually-danny-tells-jazz/8wbwdhtc71pm
I hope y’all like this, this is the first bit of my writing I’m posting on Tumblr! I also crossposted this on Ao3, which is https://archiveofourown.org/works/45308998
Btw, I adore @proshipper-on-ship and @kine-iende thinking of Dan calling Danny ‘Mom’, so that’s in here too!
EDIT: @lenacraft drew some amazing fan art of the Phantom royal family here! https://at.tumblr.com/lenacraft/im-still-trying-to-figure-out-how-i-wanna/u0n7lg2g8eo9
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Dan liked being one of the ‘good guys’, don’t get him wrong. He enjoyed saving people, and being seen as a superhero. What he didn’t like was being on a team.
Oh he could work with them just fine, but Ancients did they get on his nerves. Superman constantly checking in on him, Batman trying to figure out his identity (he didn’t have one in this universe anyway, take that asshole), Flash trying to befriend him. All in all, Dan was not a fan of his coworkers. (Ellie insisted that he secretly liked them, but she was wrong and also being very annoying about it.)
They were being particularly annoying today. Flash hadn’t stopped talking for the last 20 minutes. They were all in the main meeting room, for some sort of meeting. Honestly, Dan hadn’t been paying attention, so he had no clue why they were all here. Batman was droning on at the front of the room, something about a cult? Dan had no clue, and really didn’t care enough to listen.
He was idly tossing his thermos (which he still hadn’t told the Justice League the purpose of) back and forth when John Constantine burst into the room.
“We’ve got a problem.” He said, slightly out of breath.
Everyone had stopped talking when he burst in, turning to stare at the man. Batman sighed, before asking “What is it?”
Constantine came up to the table they were all sat around, setting down an ancient looking book across the table from Dan. He noticed that the title was in something similar to Ghostspeak. Interesting. He wasn’t gonna tell any of his coworkers about it, though. They all thought he was an alien, which technically he was, and it would be suspicious for him to know some random magical language, even vaguely.
“Someone is summoning powerful entities from a dimension parallel to ours, using this book.” Constantine said, gesturing to the book “I brought my copy, but I don’t know how to stop these beings.”
“Why?” Batman grunted out the question, already flipping through the old book.
Constantine sighed aggressively, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it, before answering sarcastically “I don’t know, maybe because they’re significantly more powerful than most beings from this dimension? Maybe because they have an insane set of abilities?”
Batman grunted in acknowledgement, turning back to the book.
A few moments passed, before everyone started talking, shouting questions over each other. Dan sighed. This was going to be a long day.
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A few hours passed, everyone still trying to figure out what the hell to do. Well, almost everyone. Dan had long since given up on planning, playing a game on his phone under the table. It wasn’t like anything could actually be a threat to him, and if it was? He’d just call Danny. He’d prefer if his coworkers figured something out, however, so he hadn’t bothered telling them about the fact that he could probably deal with whatever this was in a snap. If they still hadn’t figured anything out in the next hour, he’d deal with it.
Wonder Woman looked up from the book Constantine had summoned for her to read through, hoping it had answers.
“Where are these entities from? You didn’t say what dimension it was.” She asked.
Dan realized that no one had thought to ask that anytime in the last few hours. Seriously? He knew that most of his coworkers were stupid when it came to magic and stuff like it, but seriously? He slipped his phone back into his pocket, wanting to see where this was going.
Constantine glanced up from where he was studying a leatherbound tome. Dan couldn’t see what it was about from here, but he bet it was unhelpful, considering how much Constantine had been glaring at it over the last few minutes.
“The Infinite Realms. It’s an extremely dangerous dimension, home to the dead.” Constantine answered, his tone grim.
Dan couldn’t help it. He chuckled. His coworkers looked at him like he was insane, which only caused him to laugh harder. He bent over the table, laughing.
“Something funny, Phantom?” Batman asked, glaring at him.
(Dan had stolen Danny’s superhero name, it was his first anyway. And besides, everyone found it hilarious, including Danny.)
Dan theatrically wiped a tear from his eye before replying “Yeah, it’s so damn funny that he said that with a straight face. I mean, c’mon, ‘extremely dangerous’? Maybe if you’re an idiot.”
Superman raised an eyebrow at Dan, before exchanging a look with Batman.
“Have you been to these ‘Infinite Realms’?” Superman asked, voice calm.
Dan snorted “Yeah, of course. Ancients, if the problem’s just some guy summoning ghosts, I’m just gonna call my mom.” Dan could deal with it himself, but where was the fun in that?
He pulled out his phone again, dialing Danny’s number. The ‘mom’ thing had started as a joke, but honestly? It fit Danny so well, and Ellie already called him that, so why shouldn’t Dan?
“Why are you-“ Flash asked, before being cut off by Batman.
Batman glared at Dan “What are you doing.” He asked flatly.
Dan laughed, waiting for Danny to pick up.
“Calling my mom, duh.”
Batman gave an aggravated sigh, and went to speak.
Danny picked up, and Dan immediately started talking, cutting off whatever Batman was about to say.
“Hey, so, apparently some asshole is summoning ghosts and causing problems over here. Thought I’d have you deal with it.” Dan said, explaining quickly. The Justice League stared at him, shocked and very confused. Dan hadn’t told them anything about his family, so their reactions were pretty justified.
Danny sighed “Not even gonna say hello?”
Dan sarcastically cut him off “Hello!”
Danny sighed again, but Dan could tell he was amused. They shared a sense of humor, Ellie had the same one too. Perks of being a clone/evil future self and their original/past self (Their relationships were all kinds of funky, but it worked for them.)
“You said someone is summoning ghosts? I’ll be there in a sec.” Danny said, before hanging up.
Dan put his phone away, finally glancing at his coworkers. They all looked extremely confused, except Batman who was fuming, and Constantine who looked wary.
“Who was that?” Batman growled.
Dan looked at him, the picture of innocent confusion.
“I already told you, my mom. He’ll be here in a moment.”
Dan could see Flash mouthing ‘he?’ to himself a few seats away. Dan relished in the sense of confusion he was causing. It was extremely funny watching his coworkers flounder in the face of Dan’s sheer chaos.
Constantine took a moment to speak “I don’t think-“
He was cut off as a green portal opened up in the middle of the room, above the table. Everyone, excluding Dan, went still as it appeared.
“What the-“ Superman started to say, as Batman pulled out a weapon. They were both startled by a white and black blur flying out of the portal and attaching itself to Dan.
Dan was knocked out of his seat as Ellie bowled him over. He tumbled down to the floor, falling flat on his back. Ellie grinned at him, sitting on his chest.
“Got you!” she gleefully yelled out. Dan chuckled, gently shoving her off him. He sat up, and was greeted with his coworkers, who all looked ready for a fight. Their faces switched to confusion when Dan just blankly stared at them.
“What’s up?” He said, slightly sarcastically.
Ellie floated into the air, hanging upside down in front of Dan.
“Well, you were just tackled by someone they don’t know.” She pointed out, a grin on her face.
Dan sighed, gesturing to Ellie “Please meet my little sister, Ellie. She’s an annoyance.”
Ellie smacked him on the shoulder, before flipping around so that she was facing the Justice League, and also so that she was right side up.
“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet Dan’s friends!” She said, darting away when Dan attempted to hit her.
“They’re not my friends! We’re coworkers!” he shouted as she flew to the corner of the room, sticking her tongue out at him.
He sighed, before looking at his coworkers. Most of them were still stuck in a state of confusion, and Flash hesitantly asked “I thought your mom was coming?”
“Oh yeah.” Dan said, before yelling over to Ellie “Where the hell is Mom?”
Ellie floated closer “He was right behind me, so-“
The portal, which had slipped the Justice League’s minds when faced with the chaos that is Ellie, sparked as Danny stepped out, before it flickered out of existence.
Immediately, the aura of Danny’s power settled over the room. Being the King of the Infinite Realms afforded someone a lot of power, and death magic always affected people more than other magics. Also, the crown, ring, and cape made him look very intimidating. Combine that with his imposing stature (inherited from Jack) and he was downright terrifying. It was a comforting thing to Dan, who was used to Danny’s powerful presence. To the Justice League, however, it felt like the Grim Reaper himself had just come for the souls.
Danny looked around, spotting Ellie floating up above the table.
“Ellie, I told you not to scare them! We want to make a good impression.” He said, Ellie immediately darting down to stand next to him.
“Sorry Mom, I just wanted to say hi!” Ellie defended.
Danny sighed, ruffling her hair.
The Justice League looked so confused. Constantine looked like he was about to throw up.
“That’s… King Phantom.” Constantine said, shocked, before he scrambled to stand in front of the Justice League.
“We didn’t mean to offend, I swear-“ Constantine started, before Danny cut him off.
“Dude, it’s fine. I just came cause Dan asked.” Danny said with a chuckle, slightly uncomfortable. He had gotten better at the formalities that came with kingship, but he still wasn’t that comfortable when people begged for his mercy, understandably.
It seemed to hit everyone then. That this terrifying man, and king, was who Dan had been referring to when he said ‘Mom’.
While his coworkers processed his chaotic family, Dan floated over them to stand next to his mom.
Danny smiled, ruffling Dan’s hair. They were almost the same height now, so Danny didn’t even have to stretch to reach it.
“How have you been? I know we talk everyday, but it’s not the same as seeing you in person.” Danny said, a soft smile on his face.
“I’ve been fine, Mom. It’s nice, helping people.” Dan replied.
Danny beamed at him “I’m happy it’s working out!”
“Yeah, and you haven’t even tried to kill someone!” Ellie cut in, a smirk on her face.
Dan reached out automatically to swat at her, but she dodged.
The Justice League seemed to snap out of their shock.
They are started to talk at once, before Batman yelled “Quiet!” over top of the noise.
“I believe introductions are in order.” He said, before muttering under his breath “especially as they’re some sort of royalty.”
Dan hadn’t told them about his enhanced hearing, so Batman had no way of knowing that the three ghosts could hear him perfectly. Dan and Ellie shared a smirk at how done the man sounded with them.
Danny clapped his hands, startling some of Dan’s coworkers.
“Yes, you are correct! Danny Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, at your service!” Danny said cheerily.
Ellie spoke next “Ellie Phantom, Princess of the Infinite Realms.”
They both looked expectantly at Dan, who sighed.
“Dan Phantom, Prince of the Infinite Realms.”
Technically, he was also sort of the king, but it had been a different Infinite Realms that he conquered, so this one had decided he was a prince. He was fine with it, honestly being King sounded annoying.
Predictably, that led to another outcry from his coworkers. Constantine looked like he was having a mental breakdown.
When they had settled down, Superman asked “You’re a prince?”
Flash chimed in “Also, your superhero name is just your last name?”
“You’re the prince of the Infinite Realms. The place the entities are from?” Wonder Woman added.
Dan rolled his eyes at the questions, before looking at Danny pleadingly. Danny sighed, but answered the questions for him.
“Yes, we are the royal family of the Infinite Realms. And the beings there are called ‘ghosts’, by the way. Also, Flash, it was a superhero name before it was a last name.”
If anything, that answer made Flash even more confused.
Ellie stuck out her tongue at Dan “If you just told them about us, you wouldn’t have to deal with all these questions!” she sang out.
Dan groaned “Can you stop it for two seconds?”
“Nope!”
“I swear to the Ancients, I’m gonna-“
“Settle down, you two.” Danny cut in, stopping the argument.
Dan and Ellie gave him matching pouts. They loved arguing with each other over nothing, it was fun.
Danny sighed, before turning back to the Justice League.
“So, Dan said that you’ve got a ghost problem?”
Batman stepped forward.
“Yes. Someone is summoning ‘ghosts’ into our world and causing havoc. Constantine doesn’t know who, but they need to be stopped.”
Danny closed his eyes for a moment.
“Okay, got it. Some asshole in Central City.”
Constantine startled “How do you know where he is? I couldn’t find him, even with my most powerful tracking spells!” He shouted, before a look of immediate regret came over his face. He probably just remembered that he was yelling at a death god, or close to one.
Danny dropped his smile, his eyes going blank. His presence seemed to double, a crushing sense of doom coming over the room. Constantine realized just how much he screwed up.
“The Realms is connected to all, especially those who are going to die shortly.” He said, flatly.
Dan chuckled slightly at Danny’s scary act, sharing an eyeroll with Ellie. Danny tried so hard to be intimidating, and it never really worked.
(Meanwhile, the entire Justice League is trying not to faint. Constantine really needs a drink.)
Superman shook it off first, asking “Going to die shortly? Are you going to kill him?” his voice pitched down at the end, trying to sound threatening.
Danny laughed, the crushing aura receding “No, of course not!”
Superman nodded, relieved.
“I’m just not gonna stop the others from doing it!” Danny continued.
Immediately, the mood of the room plummeted.
“What do you mean?” Batman asked.
Danny gave them a sharp smile, Ellie and Dan mirroring it on either side.
“He is enslaving my people, Batman. I’m sure they’ll want justice for that.”
Danny turned, opening another portal above the table.
“I’ll go deal with the asshole. Ellie, Dan, let’s go.” Danny said, smiling at them.
Ellie patted Dan on the head, before darting through the portal.
Dan looked out at the Justice League.
“I’ll be back in a bit, don’t wait up.” He said. He was definitely going to take advantage of his family coming to visit him, he wanted to hang out with them a bit. Maybe show them Gotham? He knew Danny and Ellie would get a kick out of it.
With that, Dan walked into the portal.
Danny surveyed the Justice League for a moment.
“Thank you for helping Dan. Don’t be too annoying to him over all this, okay?” His words were light, but his tone was anything but.
Batman nodded seriously.
Danny smiled, stepping through the portal to go keep his kids from getting into too much trouble.
(Constantine looked seriously at Batman “Don’t call me for the next week, I need to get drunk. To deal with all…that.”)
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need you now
mat barzal x reader
summary: mat is injured and stuck at home with the memories of your relationship
warnings: angst, mention of a breakup
inspired by the song need you now by lady a
italicized portions of this fic indicate flashbacks
Picture perfect memories Scattered all around the floor Reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore
“Mat? Honey, do you want us to take this box of stuff back home with us?” his mom, Nadia, asked. His parents were in town when he got hurt at the game the other night. It was technically just the Dad's trip, but his mom had also come to see her son. “No, mom, I gotta have Noah drop it off at (Y/N)’s place,” Mat spoke quietly. His mom gave him a soft look. Both of his parents knew how hard he took the break up.
His parents left soon after that, taking a taxi to the airport since they didn’t want Mat to strain his knee more. His parents were departing since he wouldn’t be playing for a little bit now. Mat glanced at the shoe box his mom had asked about. He knew he shouldn’t open it, but what else was he doing tonight besides reminiscing on memories? The shoe box lid was flipped open as Mat sat on the couch. He was met with multiple photos of the two of you and random trinkets you left at his place. It was weird calling it his place. “Our place” always fell off his tongue better.
Combing through the box, he felt his mood saddened as he found more photos and little things that used to belong to you. Random photo booth photo strips from Coney Island and polaroids from house parties. Your house key and the ring box. Mat felt like he had forgotten what you looked like, but it was all coming back to him.
“Where do you want this box?” Mat questioned. “I think that’s more of my clothes, so in the bedroom,” you said. “You would think you would have enough clothes, eh?” Mat teased as he walked in the direction of the bedroom. He had asked you three weeks ago to move in with him, and now you were. “Really Mathew?” you laughed as you followed him into the bedroom. “I’m just saying, babe. We both know that you usually just end up wearing my clothes most of the time,” Mat placed the box down on the ground.
“You’re just upset you’re losing closet space,” you leaned against his dresser. Mat moved in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. “But now I have you next to me all the time,” his head dipped down, his lips finding your neck. You sighed happily before remembering you still had boxes to move in. “Mat, we still have boxes from your car to move into the house,” you said.
Mat groaned, “Do you really need more stuff?” You playfully pushed him back, “The faster we get the boxes into the house, the faster we can finally shower and get all this sweat from moving off of us in the shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Mat glanced at his phone. He thought about calling you. He craved to hear your voice. He could use the excuse as a butt dial or a stupid question like the name of those sleep aid gummies he liked to steal from you. He felt like he hadn’t heard your voice in so long. In reality, it had only been three months. Three months since the two of you broke up.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time
Mat was on your mind more often than you would like to admit. You tried to get over him. You really tried. Tinder hookups, Bumble dates, Hinge likes. But you just couldn’t seem to get him off your mind. Over the last three months, there had been multiple nights when your friends had to rip the phone out of your hand to make sure you didn’t drunk text Mat.
The closest contact to Mat you had was when someone from the team would drop off boxes at your apartment. It was always awkward. Not to mention the text you sent to Anthony Beauvillier when he was traded and moving off to Vancouver. You had almost texted Mat just to check up on him that night, but you decided not to.
You weren’t watching the game when Mat got injured on his first shift in Boston. Only getting wind of it on social media the next day, seeing the headlines that he was injured. You had a text drafted for him, just a simple, “hope you feel better” text. But you never got the courage up to send it. Multiple times since your break up, you were questioning yourself if Mat was thinking about you. Was he back out on the dating market? Was he missing you like you were missing him?
“When we get married, we should have it in Vancouver,” Mat simply stated one night. The two of you were laid up in bed together. “Thinking about our wedding Barzy?” you questioned with a smile on your face, propping your head up on your hand to look at him. “Just thinking about the future in general.”
“Well, if we are going to talk about marriage, then you have to buy a ring since my hand is missing one,” you teased him. “Already on my mind,” Mat cupped your face before leaning in and kissing you. “What colors are we thinking for our wedding? It’s going to have to be in the summer for the off-season,” you pondered.
“I don’t care what colors we have, the flowers, or anything. As long as you’re there, that’s all I need.”
It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now. Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control
Mat was dying in the house alone. He was tired of watching hockey highlights on the TV and ordering crappy pizza to the house. He hated going to the arena to have the trainers look at his injury since he couldn’t get onto the ice. He was itching to call you. Being stuck in the house was killing him.
He could only swipe through social media so many times before getting tired. Mat’s thumb hovered over your contact name once more that afternoon. He was trying to guess what you were doing at the moment. He assumed you were at work, talking to your coworkers and smiling. God, he missed your smile. Mat was envious of how other people got to see you every day.
Mat thinks he must be holding himself back from calling you because of the words he spoke the day he left. He knew he was at fault for the reason you left. You begged him when you were packing a bag not to call you or ask you to come back.
“I can’t do this anymore!” you shouted at Mat as you yanked out a duffle bag from under the bed. “C’mon! We can talk about this!” Mat begged. You were pacing around the room, your hands running through your hair out of anger. “No! We can’t fix this. You’re always going to choose hockey above me!”
You shoved as many clothes into the bag as you could. Mat was following you around, “It’s my career. You need to realize how important my job is, how hard I worked for this!” You scoffed, “Your job is more important than starting a family? Getting married? You can’t even say that you love me in front of your friends.”
Mat followed you out to your car. He was still begging you to stay. Stay with him. “No, don’t call me. Please. I’m not coming back no matter what you say,” you were taking off the house key from your key ring and placing it into his hand. Mat silently watched your car roll away from the house. He didn’t know how long he stood there before walking back into the house. He clutched the key in his hand, walked into the bedroom, and slid it into his nightstand drawer, right next to the blue velvet ring box he was saving.
And I need you now.
You were tired from work, kicking off your shoes as soon as you got home. You didn’t know what you were doing as you put on the sports channel. Maybe it was out of habit from being with Mat for so long. They were talking about his injury, no one knowing how long he would be out. You bit your lip, unlocking your phone. Your friends would kill you if they saw you on the verge of texting him. You missed Mat so much. You missed how he would tuck his face into the nape of your neck when he was needy and cuddly. You missed that he would leave random drawings around the house when he was out of town, just a reminder that he was thinking of you. You missed the way his lips felt on yours. You needed him so much.
Mat was staring at his phone. Your contact photo is still a photo of you and him in the car. He was leaning over and kissing your cheek when you took the selfie. He loved the photo. Mat had called Anders out in need of advice from his captain. “I want to call her. I need her,” Mat admitted.
“If you need her, call her.”
Mat was still hemming and hawing over whether or not to call you. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when your phone buzzed with a call on the counter. Intuition told you it was him before you even looked at the name. When Mat finally decided, he picked up his phone, eventually finding the courage to hit the call button.
“Hello?” you answered.
“Hi.” It was a voice you missed so much and didn’t even know it until that moment.
#mat barzal#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal x reader#hockey imagine#hockey fic#nhl imagine#mat barzal fic#islanders imagine#ny islanders imagine#mat barzal fanfiction
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twilight pt.2
jaemin cullen, again.
note : this plot i wrote is EXACTLY like in the movie, so it’s a little cringe.
(I’M OBSESSED W THE TWILIGHT SERIES)
The first time I saw Jaemin, it was in the cafeteria. He stood out even in a crowded room. His skin was impossibly pale, with an otherworldly beauty that drew every gaze. Yet he seemed indifferent to all the attention, his eyes fixed on his tray, uninterested in the lively conversations around him. I couldn't help but watch him. His presence was like a magnet, irresistible and slightly unsettling.
The next time I saw him, we were in Biology class. He sat as far away from me as possible, his expression tense. It was as if he couldn't stand to be near me. His posture was rigid, his eyes fixed on the wall, and he seemed to be holding his breath. I was hurt, but also intrigued. What had I done to make him react this way? Then, he disappeared for a while, and I couldn't help but wonder where he'd gone. The days stretched into weeks, and his absence left an odd void in my life.
When Jaemin returned, he seemed different. There was an intensity in his eyes, but it wasn't hostile—it was curious, almost tender. We started having conversations, slowly at first, then with more ease. He had a way of speaking that was captivating, his voice smooth and melodic. He talked about the beauty of the forest, the way the light filtered through the trees. He asked me about my family, and I told him my parents were away on business, leaving me to live with relatives in Forks. He listened intently, his gaze never leaving mine.
One evening, he invited me into the woods. I was hesitant at first, but he assured me it would be safe. And then, with a swift motion, he lifted me onto his back and leapt into the air. We flew through the trees, the wind whipping past us. I could feel the power in his movements, the raw energy that coursed through him. It was exhilarating, unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Later that night, I was in my room, sitting against the headboard of my bed. My room was cozy, with soft pastel walls and a small desk by the window. I had a few books scattered around, and my laptop sat on the desk, its screen dark. I was on the phone with my mother, catching up on the latest news from abroad. She was asking if I was doing fine, if I needed anything, and I was reassuring her that I was okay, that the relatives were kind and gave me plenty of space.
Suddenly, the window burst open, and Jaemin appeared out of nowhere. He stood there, his skin gleaming in the dim light, his eyes a deep shade of gold. I was so shocked that I nearly dropped my phone. He just stared at me, his gaze intense, as if he was seeing straight through me.
"I need to call you back," I told my mom, my voice shaky. "Someone just... I'll call you later." I hung up, my heart racing, and looked at Jaemin. "How did you get in here?" I asked, trying to sound calm.
"The window," he said casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Do you do that a lot?" I asked, a nervous smile playing on my lips.
"Just a couple of months," he replied, his own lips curling into a small smile. The humor in his voice made my pulse quicken.
"I like watching you sleep," he added, and I was caught off guard by the intimacy of his words.
He took a step closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "I want to try one thing. Stay very still." His voice was soft but commanding, and I couldn't look away. I nodded, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. He leaned in closer, very slowly, the tension building with each inch. I moved slightly, nervous and unsure, and he whispered, "Don't move."
His lips met mine, and the world seemed to stop. The kiss was passionate and deep, filled with a mix of thirst, love, and raw lust. It was overwhelming, the intensity of his embrace. I felt his hands on my waist, his grip strong yet gentle, and he pushed me softly onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. My mind spun, lost in the heat and the connection between us.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes wide with alarm. "Stop," he yelled, and he flew back to the wall, leaving me on the bed, stunned and breathless. He stood there, looking guilty and worried, as if he’d crossed a line. I sat up, my hands trembling. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"It's fine," he replied, but the tension in his body was palpable. He crawled back onto the bed, his movements cautious, and reached over to turn off the lights. The room fell into darkness, and we just sat there, talking quietly about random things, our voices low and soothing. Despite everything, he stayed with me, his presence comforting. As my eyes grew heavy, he stayed beside me, keeping me company until I drifted off to sleep.
#jaemin#na jaemin#jaemin fluff#jaemin ff#jaemin imagine#jaemin scenario#nct dream#nct dream imagine#nct dream fluff#kpop
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*. ⋆ ( 808 ) ONE FAVOR! — yjw x f!reader ★
| 03. HELP ME JUNGWON
growing up, yn and jungwon were inseparable due to their moms being best friends. the public knew them as the ying yang duo since they were born.
jungwon and yn have had their ups and downs but they always stayed friends. they are so close they both ended up choosing the same career path even though they’re still enrolled at alchemy high— which is a school full of idols where they would actually get privacy and a break from the public eye.
it had been a whole week since yn showed up to school due to schedules, a whole week since she’s seen jisung. in that whole week, him and yuna became official. yn was heart broken and she knows jungwon feels a type of way as well.
yuna and jungwon dated for a total of two years before breaking up due to yuna being unfaithful. so, it wasn’t surprising when jungwon found out that yuna and jisung had a little thing behind their backs.
monday 7:30am — alchemy high 2-1 classroom
yn walked into the classroom, she could feel all the eyes on her. the news must’ve gone around that she’s been cheated on.
yn felt her face heat up due to embarrassment, she sat down next to jungwon. he had a warm smile, reassuring her that everything will be fine.
“how are you feeling,” jungwon whispered as he played with her hair.
the girl just sighed and layed her head in between her arms, “i don’t know, everyone knows about what happened and its not the best feeling.”
“i know but you’re strong stop being a pussy,” jungwon replied, snickering.
yn kicked jungwon’s leg, he made a funny face at her that made her snort.
“it just sucks how we have to act like were okay because were public figures.” yn paused, “LIKE WHAT IF I WANT TO CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I CANT EVEN DO THAT.”
“yn, jungwon, stop talking!” the teacher yelled at the two, making everyone look back at them. the duo nodded and stared blankly at the students.
monday 12:30pm — alchemy high lunch room
“jungwon you remember how you owe me,” yn said as she sipped on her strawberry milk.
jungwon nodded back at her, he was also drinking strawberry milk. the duo were alone since their other friends had class at this time. they all had different lunches.
“we should fake date.” jungwon spit out his milk all over yn’s uniform.
“JUNGWON!”
“dont jungwon me, what do you mean fake date?” jungwon was flabbergasted, he thought yn was out of her mind.
the girl stared at boy, she didn’t want to sound like she was jealous of yuna and jisung but she definitely was.
“because, i want to get back at jisung and yuna.” yn replied, wiping her uniform. “please jungwon, YOU OWE ME AND ITS A FAKE RELATIONSHIP. its not like were going to for real date.”
“okay, say we fake date, then what? there not going to care, at least i don’t think they will.” jungwon replied, “and what about the media, what if someone from our school snitches on us and then we’re all over socials because of our stupid fake relationship. do you really want to risk all that?”
“they will care! jisung used to always be on my ass about you, he was jealous because he always thought we had something going on.” yn put her hands on jungwons shoulders, shaking him. “PLEASE YOU OWE ME. ITS ONLY THIS ONE FAVOR.”
jungwon sighed, “no.”
yn hit jungwon’s shoulder. “you’re such a dickhead—”
“hey guys!” a familiar voice spoke. the two turned their heads at the voice.
“yuna? what do you want?” jungwon spoke, staring at her.
“i just wanted to say hey, you dont need to be so blunt.” yuna crossed her arms. she was very uptight. the only reason why she came here was because she didn’t like the sight of jungwon and yn together alone.
“well if you don’t mind, i’d like to be alone with my boyfriend.” yn said smiling proudly, locking arms with jungwon.
jungwon’s eyes widen, turning his head at yn. she must’ve gone crazy.
“boyfriend?” yuna scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
“yes? is there a problem?” yn fired back, pulling jungwon even closer.
“well then you two have fun.” yuna walked away fuming. she did not expect that at all.
“yn what the fuck, why would you say that,” jungwon unlocked their arms, he became paler than usual. he didn’t think yn was being serious but its not like they can just take back what they said.
“IM SORRY IT JUST CAME OUT,” yn defended, “just go with it please jungwon, YOU OWE ME NO QUESTIONS ASKED ANYWAY!
“fine!” jungwon huffed out.
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ONE FAVOR that yang jungwon owed sato yn. one favor he had to obey by no matter what. jungwon and yn are childhood friends that grew up in front of the media due to their famous parents. luckily for them, they were both talented singers so, they naturally became idols. but, one day jungwon embarrassed yn real bad on live television when they were younger, he owed her big time—no questions asked.
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Sarada saw Sakura at the hospital. She stopped by to tell her mom about her Papa catching her when she tripped and almost fell that morning.
Sakura: Ah, you really take after me. You're just as clumsy. *laughs*
Sarada: Mama! That's really embarrassing. Good thing no one was in the hallway when I almost fell.
Sakura: Your Papa is so used to the clumsy me, so he reacts fast. *giggles; recalls their time in the Land of Redaku*
Sarada: Right. The strongest kunoichi tripping randomly is normal. *teases*
Sakura: Hey!! I'm only clumsy when I'm around Sasuke-kun!
Sarada: So, you're doing it on purpose?
Sakura: Noooo! Why? Did you also trip on purpose?
Sarada: Noooo!
Sakura: See? We're just naturally less alert when he's around. *chuckles* But really, I'm glad he's got some fast reflex.
Sarada: Yeah. Especially when he's jealous.
Sakura: Sarada?
Sarada: What? He's the fastest man when he's jealous. *laughs*
Sakura: Jealous of whom?
Sarada: *sighs* I don't know how you never noticed when he's jealous.
Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun gets jealous? W-With someone? Because of me? *blushes*
Sarada: Who else, Mama?? *laughs* So, aren't you busy?
Sakura: Um, just some paperwork and I'm done for the day..
Sarada: Good. I'll get going then. See you later, Mama!
Sakura: No, no! *takes her hand* Come on, let's go to my office and tell me all the details.
Sarada: Details of what?
Sakura: You were saying that Sasuke-kun gets jealous, right?
Sarada: *sighs* Fine.
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Sakura: Help yourself, dear. *offers biscuits and cookies from her drawer*
Sarada: *takes a cookie* So, Mama.. Remember when we were at the restaurant and another guest spilled his drink on your hand?
Sakura: Yeah.. It was an accident though.
Sarada: It wasn't! He did that on purpose! And Papa knew too.. So even before the guy could touch your hand to wipe it, Papa took your hand so fast to dry it with a napkin.
Sakura: *surprised* Well.. Yeah.. Your Papa wiped my hand.. But I think it's innate to him.. I still don't think that's jealousy though—
Sarada: Papa death-stared at him.
Sakura: H-He did?
Sarada: Yeah. I saw because I was sitting across you two, right?
Sakura: Really? *blushes*
Sarada: Then remember when we went to visit grandma and grandpa and they had other guests too?
Sakura: Uh-huh..
Sarada: Grandpa said you're good at playing cards and they asked you to play with them. Then one guy wanted to teach you what to do next by trying to point at your cards..
Sakura: And?
Sarada: And he did point at your cards, moved closer, and almost put his arm on your shoulder!
Sakura: I can't recall, Sarada.
Sarada: Papa was aware of what was happening, so when the guy was about to touch your shoulder, Papa swatted his hand so fast!
Sakura: Did he really??
Sarada: Yeah! The guy got so scared that he became white as a ghost and made excuses to go home already.
Sakura: Hmmm. All I remember is.. Sasuke-kun sat beside me.. Patted my shoulder and placed his hand around my waist.. But only for a few seconds.
Sarada: Mama, why do you remember all the other details but not the important ones??
Sakura: Th-That's important too!!
Sarada: Right. You only remember what Papa did. *chuckles*
Sakura: Hey!!
Sarada: *takes another bite* How about when a patient kept asking you to check him up when he's ready for discharge?
Sakura: Oh, that's recent right?
Sarada: Yeah. Papa and I were here waiting for you then Shizune told you about it.
Sakura: Hmmm. And I had no choice but to go because he's a high-ranking officer from another village.. And Sasuke-kun asked if he could go with me because he had questions for him.. And you went with us as well.
Sarada: I thought you forgot about me. *laughs*
Sakura: You're a more important detail than your Papa!
Sarada: Yeah right! It's fine Mama. I'll take equally important. *laughs* Anyway. We went right? But we're not allowed inside.. And that bothered Papa.
Sakura: Why?
Sarada: Because he felt like the man would take advantage of you.. He really wanted to go inside but he knew he couldn't. So when Shizune walked by, he called her to check on you.
Sakura: Hmmm. Yeah, I remember Shizune coming in to assist me even if I didn't ask her..
Sarada: You were talking to Shizune and the man tried to touch your behind..
Sakura: Y-You saw?? I wasn't aware!!
Sarada: I did not.. But Papa did, apparently. I asked him after why he rushed inside.
Sakura: Oh yeah! He went in and whispered something to the man. He was so quick that I didn't even hear what he said. All I know is the man said he's ready to leave the hospital.
Sarada: *laughs* Papa was so annoying! He didn't want to tell me what he said at first. He tried to make it simpler too. He said he told him to leave.
Sakura: Is that really what he said?
Sarada: No, much worse than that. It was almost a threat actually. He said to leave the hospital or else his soul would.
Sakura: That's something Sasuke-kun would say..
Sarada: To be fair, you're probably right, Mama. Maybe it wasn't purely jealousy.. Maybe he was just overprotective. He only reacted when someone was taking advantage of you, without you knowing.
Sakura: Yeah.. But whichever it may be.. I'm so glad to have learned these things, Sarada.. Ah.. Your Papa's so cute. *blushes*
Sarada: *sighs* And you're right.. you're less alert when he's around.
Sakura: Oh.. Come to think of it, I was able to hit anyone who tried to touch me before..
Sarada: So it happens all the time?
Sakura: Unfortunately, yes. So, I must be attentive at all times.. And you too, Sarada! Don't let any guy take advantage of you!
Sarada: Never, Mama! *smiles*
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Sakura: *sees Sasuke putting a random guy under a genjutsu* Anata!
Sasuke: Let's go.
Sakura: Wh-What did you do?
Sasuke: *takes Sakura's hand to leave* That pest bumped into Sarada intentionally and tried to touch her.
Sakura: What? That guy?
Sasuke: Yeah. Sarada didn't know. Don't tell her.. I went with her to her training and vaguely told her to be careful at all times.
Sakura: *smiles* Thank you, Anata. Please always look after us.
Sasuke: That is my duty, Sakura. You don't have to remind me.
Sakura: Right. *smiles* Tell me what you want for dinner and I'll cook it right away.
Sasuke: Anything.. And the other one, you know I want it raw.
Sakura: Anata!!
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So @skellydun is back and doing let’s plays on youtube now--if you like low res horror w/ funny charismatic hosts definitely check him out, he’s really good--and his latest video brought back a memory that I haven’t really thought about for a very long time, and thought I might as well share with the internet.
So growing up we couldn’t afford full destination vacations. Mostly when my dad had time off, we’d stay at home, play games, maybe do a few things nearby or find something cool and semi-touristy we could do in a day trip. But my mom has always had a deep and abiding love for the beach, which was just far enough to make day trips a pain. So what we ended up doing a handful of times in my tween years was go, stay for a couple of nights, be very frugal while we were there, and go home.
But as I said, we couldn’t afford much. And by couldn’t afford much, I mean the decent hotels around our usual beach were by far out of our reach. What we could afford was a couple of nights at a cheap motel. Back then (I’m talking late 90′s) it was still a pretty family-friendly area, even still, but...yeah. There were some that my mom took one look at (or one smell) and walked right back to the car. (Fun fact: one of the ones that actually met our low bar made the news a couple of decades later for an outbreak of Legionnaire’s disease!)
If you’ve never stayed at a run down motel, I actually recommend trying it at least once. Not alone. Especially not alone if you’re a woman. But it’s an odd, liminal experience that I don’t know if I’ve had anywhere else. You can’t sleep. You won’t. (If you do, it’s not that run down.) You’ll watch old tv and sit out on the balcony in the middle of the night in a space where everything’s transitional and time has no meaning besides ‘not light yet.’ It kind of sucks, and is kind of magic, and you’ll be glad when it’s over and you’re drinking coffee at sunrise and moving on. (Also bring your own pillows, don’t walk on the carpet in your bare feet, and wear sweatpants to bed, trust me on this)
So after a while we did find a decent spot that was fairly clean, didn’t have too many problems, and wasn’t too far from the beach, and we went back there a few times. It was nice, and I have plenty of good memories of that place.
Except the last time we went on one of these trips.
It was high summer and our usual place was full. I don’t know if my parents forgot to make reservations, or if it wasn’t something we usually bothered with, but there we were with our bags in our car and doing our old routine of trying to find a place that wasn’t too moldy or visibly stained.
Fortunately up the same road a little bit was another motel that wasn’t full. It even looked similar to the other one, it may have been built at the same time. It even was clean. So we took a room, went off to have fun, and didn’t think too much about it.
Until it was night and we were trying to sleep. And the guys in the room next door (I think they were college-aged) apparently thought this was a GREAT time to have a party! Loud, thumping music, yelling voices, all up against our wall. We were annoyed as hell, but did our best to ignore it for a while.
Until they started banging on our door.
They banged loud and long, and started shouting for help. There were several of them. Maybe they actually needed help, god knows. They definitely sounded drunk and/or high. But yelling and pounding on the door and trying to peek in the window of the family next door was NOT the way to get us to open up.
We absolutely did not help. We sat there with the lights off, trying to be completely silent, hoping they’d think we were out somewhere. My mom was by the bed trying to figure out the motel phone (press these series of digits for an outside line! Then dial the long number on the back of the phone card you have purchased at any convenience store in the area!) so that we could call the cops, but couldn’t get it to work. As I mentioned before, this was the 90s, so no cell phones. So we just...hid. And hoped they’d give up trying to pound down the door and that nothing worse would happen.
They gave up pounding on the door.
In the morning, we got the fuck out of there.
I was already in the car, so I heard this part from my mom secondhand (I don’t think she would have wanted me there anyway): As we were putting our stuff in the car, my mom bumped into the lady who ran the place, as she was already starting to straighten out the rooms. (Again, these were small, cheap places that didn’t have a lot of (or any) staff, maybe 7-8 rooms total.) My mom, of course, told her what happened. Naturally she was like “what the fuck I don’t run a place like that” and right there and then, with my mom, she took her master key and opened up the guys’ room.
The boys staying there were already long gone. Their room was covered in blood.
#don't even know what to tag this really#cw: blood#cw: creeps#true story#iirc they trashed the room too#so yeah we didn't really do vacations after that
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can we have number 5. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” w/ corey cunnigham? it gives me hide and seek vibes 😉
I just love this idea so much
Be quiet!
Pre-Accident Corey Cunningham x Fem Reader
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Summary: You and Corey get heated during a game of hide in seek..
Warnings/contains: Smut, semi-public? (Chance of getting caught), (Sub) Corey, (Soft dom) reader, just really fluffy smut, friends to lovers stuff, hair pulling
Word count :1.4k
A/n: Sorry if the format is weird I’m writing part of this on my phone and part on my computer. I took too much time to write this. Also i apologize if this isn’t the best i don’t have a lot of experience with writing smut I'm more of a reader.
“So your telling me….” Corey was crouched down looking at the 10 year old, he was obviously tired. “You don’t want to watch tv, read, play board games, or make snacks. So what do you want to do?” He was slowly losing patience with the child.
You wanted to clean up the house. You guys already had made such a mess around doing all these things. Pillows were flung from off the couch, Shoes were tossed and thrown by the door and even the kitchen. The girls mom ordered pizza before hand for her daughter of course but was also nice enough to get a box for us. So there were cups and plates all over the table. Some still had drinks/Food in them.
It almost looked like someone threw a frat party rather than a couple of babysitters and a 10 year old.
You and Corey have been babysitting together since you both were teens around 16 or so. And you’ve been friends for a even longer time. This was something you’d always do together more than separate and alone. Handling certain kids alone is a complete nightmare. I mean for you at least Corey is fantastic with kids it’s insane how he talk’s to them so well.
It’s just a little temporary job to make money till we find something more permanent. I mean we still ride our bikes to each person’s house we babysit. And besides a more permanent job we still wanna go to collage too. Feels like so much work in so little time. Corey want’s to do some nerdy engineering stuff but, I still really don’t know what I want to do.
“Hide and seek.” The little girl smiled. You were sat on the floor next to Corey, you smiled at her wholesome face. Corey finally cracked somewhat of a smile considering his small success with making the kid finally make up her mind. Corey could never turn down a game of hide and seek. He’s just too good.
“Come on Corey hide and seek.” You chuckled, both standing up. “What if you count to 30 or so and we go hide?” That would provide a tad bit of time for us to be alone. Babysitting is tiring as hell.
“Okay.” She agreed. She turned around facing a wall and placed her hands over her eyes. She began counting which made you and Corey quickly look for a place to hide. You turned in circles looking all over before you came to a stop when seeing the stairs. You pointed your thumb to the staircase and he nodded of approval before he followed after. You guys take games of hide and seek very seriously.
You both carefully made it upstairs without too loud of a noise. It was easier when you had only socks on to cushion any creak or thump we could have made. You decided the guest room would be a great spot since it was farther away from the stair case and also farther from all the other rooms. You hurried in there and made it to closet. You slide the door to the right and made it in. Corey slipped in right you and smiled with a thumbs up as he closed the door. It was bare. Nothing but extra hangers but at least you and Corey had space. And by space you guys barley had a inch between each other when shoulder to shoulder.
“How long do you think it will take for her to find us? I mean her house is sorta big.” You whispered. That was a pro to some kids you guy’s baby sat. Some family's were rich which meant a better pay and sometimes food like what we got today. We always had kids to baby sit which i was surprised since it’s Haddonfeild.
Corey paused for a second to think about the question. You guys were facing each other so you both had more space to even breathe.
“Maybe 10 minutes depending on how long it takes her to get through the downstairs and then you know all the other rooms up here.” His mind thought out everything even though it may be unnecessary. Corey looked over to you his brown eyes were soft and caring. Easy and gentle. You guys were so close. So close.. Your faces inched closer, and closer. His eyes were now closed and so were yours.
You don’t know who kissed who first but it didn’t matter. Not baby sitting, Not breathing, all of it didn’t matter. Not right now anyway. All you could do was concentrate on was Corey’s soft pink lips pressed against yours. Like they were meant to be together.
His kisses were messy and rushed. We didn’t have much time anyways. His glasses became fogged and the closet quickly became hot. Your hand quickly reached to tangle with his curls. His hands snaked around to your hips.
Thought’s swarmed your head. Would this ruin our friendship? Would it be awkward? Or would everything work out?
Corey tried to thrust his hips upward to connect with you but you kept them down which made him let out a whimper against your lips. A feeling went through your body at that moment. You needed to hear those noises again. Your both broke apart breathless.
Pants were quickly discarded along with your sweater you’d worn because of the colder weather approaching. The only thing guarding you from one another was your underwear.
Never in your mind you thought you’d be in a closet fucking your best friend. Considering we didn’t have much time either. You moved his glasses to the top of his head. Him without his glasses was a sight that never failed to be beautiful.
Corey was melting under your gaze. He looked disheveled and messed up already and you’ve barley started.
“Is this okay?” You whispered into his ear. He let out a sound of agreement. You both traveled to the floor, Corey was on his back looking up at you. You felt like a angel just hovering up over his crotch. You slipped his white boxers off and you moved your underwear to the side. Your hands were pressed against his chest.
Corey wasn’t ready for the amount of pleasure you were about to give him. You slammed down on his cock and he let out a loud choked moan out.
“Shh.. You’re gonna have to be quiet.” You placed a hand over his mouth. “Wouldn’t want her to hear us now would we?” You teased. “Try telling that to her mom.” You laughed before letting out a hissed moan as he hit so deep inside you. You felt him throb inside you.
Your hands traveled back to his hair giving it a firm tug. You kept bouncing up and down on him making him even more needy than ever.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned quietly this time, from under you as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet you. His moans and whimpers had you wetter than before. He gripped your hips so hard as if you’d leave him. If it was a dream.
He was so unbelievably needy his hips felt like they were moving in their own. Like he has no control. You just felt too damn good.
It didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm approaching. Corey let out another little array of moans as he started to get closer and closer to the edge.
“You gonna cum for me Corey?” You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Each bounce and each thrust got more and more powerful. You weren’t too far behind. Chasing after your own as well.
“Yes- oh! Yes.” He moaned. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna..” He panted. you bounced until your finally reached your high letting out a small “Fuck…” You removed yourself from his cock and stroked him until he released on his stomach.
You both took heavy breaths in and out. You pressed your forehead to his and gave him a kiss. You felt his lips quirk upwards as he smiled into it.
“Thank you.” He spoke shyly.
“Anytime Corey.” You kissed his cheek.
“Hey core?” you sighed.
“yeah?”
“I love you.” You brushed his hair from out of his face before you grabbed your sweater from the small pile of clothes that has been discarded earlier. He smiled softly at you.
“I love you too.” he kissed your forehead. You both quickly got dressed before she could find you.
After you both got your pants on you heard the girls foot steps rush into the room as if on time. You heard her shuffle through things before she pulled open the closet.
“I found you guys!” She giggled.
“You sure did!” I smiled at her.
“You guys look really red!”
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Tags: @wolvesandvampires
#corey cunningham#rohan campbell#Halloween ends#Corey Cunningham smut#he’s just a baby girl#mwah#smut
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Summary: Pro Hero Shoto’s first interview after getting engaged. (Shoto is a Pro Hero/Sidekick, very much new, up and coming).
A/N: Third Kinktober addition, as always check out my Kinktober Masterlist for more work and for what’s to come. Came up with the format for this while writing it and it turned out better than I could’ve ever imagined. Lesson of the year: you can’t control flow, let it happen and watch where you go. Oooo barssss.
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Public Sex, Mirror Sex, Temperature Play, Praise Kink, Squirting, Overstimulation
W/C: 2.3k
“Shoto, the people want to know, as an up and coming hero, how does it feel to be working for the number one hero, who also happens to be your dad?” The eccentric host sat across from Shoto behind a desk. Shoto was poised on the couch, legs crossed and leaning back.
“It has been a valuable and educational experience,” Shoto replies bluntly, expression as plain as ever.
The crowd started murmuring. The corners of the host’s gaudy smile twitched as he abruptly shifted to his next question. “And how would you say you feel about your childhood with the number one hero?” The host clasped his hands and leaned forward in his seat.
You, Shoto’s fiancé, were backstage watching it all. Feeling as light and airy as the sundress you wore, simply happy to be there, said because Shoto always looked so dreamy and irresistible on camera. It never failed to make you swoon, like you were a high school girl all over again.
With all your daydreaming you almost missed the question. The one you knew wasn’t supposed to be asked. Childhood questions were never allowed, and for good reason. Shoto barely cared to do interviews as is, so if you wanted him to show up at all, you’d stick to the script. What is this hack thinking?
“This wasn’t an agreed upon question,” Shoto deadpanned.
“Now Shoto, surely you can humor us,” the man chuckled, hoping to gain common ground with the audience.
“Why would I humor someone who doesn’t understand consent. Consent is important and I did not consent to that question,” the audience started muttering louder. The host started flickering his eyes between Shoto and the audience. You could see the sheen start to build on his forehead and drip down his face, all thanks to the stage lighting. If you could hear the broken comments from the audience — ‘why is he asking that?’, ‘Isn't that too personal?’— then you knew he could. You watched smugly, crossing your arms, as the man squirmed in his seat, grabbing the neck of his collar. And as he should. The unanimous public opinion when it came to Shoto was, ‘He must be protected at all costs’. They’ll rip anyone who messes with Shoto to shreds. Funny enough, Sho was often unaware when his fan base dragged someone. But it wouldn’t be the first time he was clueless about something.
The host squished the in-ear headset further in his ear, “Yes, I suppose you’re right. So, let’s move on to another question,” it was creepy how easily he could sidestep the subject with a smile on his face. “Shoto, since it's been announced that you’re engaged, we’re all wondering, why her?”
You always asked yourself that too. You had a lot of great qualities, you were empathetic, intelligent and funny as hell. But what did Sho see in you?
“Y/n,” the tips of his ears tinged red, a shy smile sparkled on his face, “She’s the most caring person I know, right next to my mom and sister. She’s creative, she designs all the gear for my costume. She encourages me to follow my dreams no matter what, and she’s beautiful,” he looked down in his lap, not nervously, but thoughtfully.
All you ever had to do was ask him and he’d tell you. In fact, he can’t stop telling you. How much he loves you, adores you, admires you. You can feel it in his words, his actions. You can feel it in the way he’s eating you out, no — making out with your pussy, backstage, in his dressing room. Bent over the counter with his tongue flicking and curling noisily across your sensitive bud, lapping your slick up. You watch yourself in the wide mirror, mouth agape, eyes scrunched, dress straps falling down your shoulders. Feeling his hands spread your cheeks so he can push his face farther into your dripping heat.
“Isn’t that the sweetest confession you’ve ever heard,” the host dramatized, “Do you have a da-,”
“She’s the best cook, last week she made soba and I swore to her I could never eat anyone else’s soba again,” voice low and calm.
His left hand trails down the curve of your ass to your slit, coating two scalding fingers in your shimmery essence. You whine desperately and push your hips back, hoping to suck them in and be filled already. The things he said, on camera, in front of everyone about you made you dopey with love and lust. His mouth suctions to your clit, causing your hips to buck. “Mm you taste wonderful love.”
The host scoffed, “Well, there you have it folks, Pro Hero Shoto is—,”
“In the morning there’s this glow around her, it’s really angelic,” he fiddled with the engagement band. Reactions varied among the audience members, some held their heart, others awed, some leaned forward in their seats, but they all took pleasure in hearing the, usually aloof, Pro-Hero share his feelings about the woman who stole his heart.
Legs shake as he pushes his fingers inside, you immediately clench around the intrusion, intensifying the pleasure. It takes him no time to find the spot to curl his fingers into, pussy squelching with every stroke against your ribbed walls. His fingers are unbearably hot, much hotter than your own sex, he wants you to feel he’s inside you. Your heart beats faster and you moan, sharp waves of bliss rippling all the way up to your head, which you can no longer hold up. With your head heavy, you rest it on your forearms. Halting his movements, his right hand worms to your neck, pulling your chin up.
“I don’t want you to miss this part.” You groan and flutter around his fingers. If you thought your reflection looked lewd before, it looks absolutely salacious when his right hand falls to your breast. Instantly pushing in and rolling your nipple, chilling it with his quirk. You gasp and ball your hands, trying to level with triple the stimulation.
“We all know what that means,” the host chuckled heartily, even getting a resounding laugh from the audience. “Now, you recently apprehended a group of Stain sympathists, correct?” He pointed at Shoto enthusiastically.
“Mmm, yes,”
“How does it make you feel to have been a part of the group of heros who did what no others could?!” He boomed excessively.
“I’m not done talking about Y/N though,” Shoto deadpanned, a slight pout on his face.
The host choked up and the audience went so silent you could hear crickets from outside the building. Sho didn’t mind though, he took this as his que to continue.
Stage left, you stood, eyes twinkling, awe, adoration and amusement all simultaneously working through you.
The sweetest whimper escapes your lips and you throb around his unrelenting fingers. Squelching sounds echo through the room, pushing you closer to the edge at the thought of Shoto soaked in your cum. “Fuck Shoto,” he clamps his chilled hand around your mouth, listening as crew members walk past the door, chatting about god knows what. “Be quiet, so I can keep pleasing you like you deserve.” You yelp as his fingers speed up, pushing against your tightening walls, forcing every fiery stroke against your walls before your orgasm hits you like a train.
“She has really good taste in music too. I love catching her off guard while she’s dancing. I’ve never been one for dancing but I enjoy dancing with her. She’s so smart, at times she even knows more about my quirk than I do. She’s the guiding light in my life.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. If you weren’t already embarrassed you would’ve ran out and told him to stop, it’s too much for you to handle.
You can’t help the muffled moans that come out, but it doesn’t even matter when Shoto is slurping up your essence like it’s his last meal, prolonging your orgasm. He kisses both ass cheeks as he stands to look at you in the mirror, satisfied with his work. With your eyes glazed over and a dopey smile on your face, you watch, far more horny after cumming, as he licks your cum from his hand. He smiles adoringly at you, leaning over to kiss down the spine of your back as he unbuckles his slacks, letting them drop to the floor with a clank.
The host’s expression softened, “Well Shoto, I think I speak for everyone here when I say your love for this woman is a light for us all.” This was the first time you saw a genuine emotion from him. Out of empathy instead of the usual energy gouging. “With that folks, we’re gonna take a short break and when we come back, we’ll hear how the newest masked singer fought to win it all,” overzealousness back on his face as he closed out the segment with a pump of his fist.
Shoto rubs the tip of his dick through your lips watching as your slick coats him. You whine at the friction on your sensitive clit, watching his dark and focused expression in the mirror. “Please Shoto, don’t tease me,” you beg.
He caresses your hips with his hands and chuckles, looking up at you, “Sorry love, even with just this you feel so good,” before lining up and driving inside your tight hole in one fell stroke. He pulls out, only to thrust back in, setting a hard, dizzying pace where his hips roll into yours smoothly, dick searching for the spot that’ll make you cry out. “Darling you look beautiful when I fuck you like this.” Glancing at you through the mirror before looking down in fascination to see where his hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving a clear view of his dick disappearing inside you.
Your heart swells, and your eyes droop lovingly as you feel yourself being filled physically and emotionally. You mewl out, drunk on the feeling, uttering praises of how good and big he felt. Body moving on instinct, back arching, your hips push back to meet his, earning a loud groan from Shoto.
He activates his quirk, bringing an icy hand down to slap a pillowy cheek, “Just like that sweetheart.” He feels his cock twitch inside the depths of your warm pussy. Shoto begins moving faster, if your moans didn’t alert people, the sounds of gushy, wet thighs slapping against each other would. He maneuvers his hand to rub burning circles on your clit, abusing it, loving the way your legs quiver and heels lift off the ground as if you're trying to pull away from him.
Even though you guys had been together for years now, it still felt like your first time together, excitement and lust flooding the experience. Your hands claw at the counter, grasping for stability as he quickens his pace, pounding into you fervorously. Breath hitching when you look up to see his heterochromatic eyes blown out with lust, staring at you intensely, concentrated on the effect each thrust has on you. You flutter around him, feeling the steady rhythm of coils wind themselves, ready to spring and release.
He drapes his body heavily on top of yours, grasping your shoulder with his free hand, locking you in place so he can rut against you unobstructedly, pulling raspy, breathless gasps from you each time.
Thoughts fade from your mind as your orgasm approaches, tears threatening to fall, only able to babble his name repeatedly while you strain to keep your head up. “You can cum for me right sweetheart, I can feel you suffocating me right now,” he groans wantonly against your neck, biting whatever skin was available to quiet himself.
You clench, fluttering faster around him, crying out when waves of hot pleasure finally start rolling down your body. You squirt, spraying your thighs and his fingers in your cum. Involuntarily, your body twitches rigidly as you ride out your orgasm before a heaviness anchors your body down, lax against the cool counter.
Shoto removes his hand from your clit, but keeps his pace, locking your other shoulder to his chest, pulling you to stand, back arching in overstimulation as he drags his dick against your walls.
You writhe in his hold, “Sho I can’t— please,” breasts and body jolting like a rag doll from his forceful thrusts.
“I know you can love, don’t ever say you can’t,” he coos breathlessly, squeezing your breast with his hand and using ice quirk to perk your nipple.
“I know— you can take it,” he curses quietly.
“You’ve done so well sweetheart,” burying his face in your neck as he holds you impossibly close. He lets out a deep, strangled gasp before stopping completely, emptying his cum into you with short individual thrusts, gasping at each and then stilling completely. you feel his sticky cum ooze out of your pussy, sliding down your thighs in thick globs. The only sounds in the room being each others’ ragged breathing.
He breaths out fully and turns you around, sitting you on top of the counter, littering your neck and collarbone with kisses. Hands roaming down your sides, legs and up your arms, massaging out the tension. He cups your face, wiping stray tears from your half lidded eyes.
“You’re still gonna marry me right?” Staring at you nervously.
Awkward silence passes between you and it perks you out of your after sex glow. What??
“Uh of course Sho, why do you ask?” you squint at him. We just had sex, great sex at that, why wouldn’t you marry him?
“Oh, ok, good. I just thought you’d be mad I kept going,” he replies cluelessly and quietly.
Sigh, your lips curl into a forced smile. That’s your husband and you’re gonna stick beside him.
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Run
Created: 10.08.2022
Finished: 11.08.2022
Edited: 13.09.2023
Age: 17
Word count: 4,198
Based on: The movie 'Run'
Note: The plot had been altered to fit a happy ending
Warnings: Blood, Different health issues, Mental disorder, Medicine, Poison, Lies, Fainting
Request: Yes (Tumblr user)
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"Is she going to be okay?" Natasha looked with tear-filled eyes at the baby inside the incubator
Bruce took a step forward and put his hand on her shoulder "She's got some serious problems, Nat, and she's very small. Giving birth at only 5 months of pregnancy can be very risky for you as well as for the baby."
"Is she going to be okay?!" Natasha repeated as she tried to fight back a sob, her eyes never leaving the baby, her baby
"With a lot of care and attention, she'll survive." Bruce explained "And despite the health problems she has, your baby can easily live an almost normal life."
Natasha sniffed as she pressed her hand harder on the incubator in hopes that this would help her be closer to you "I'll make sure she'll survive."
—
*17 years later*
The Avengers were all sitting in another boring meeting when suddenly Tony started talking about how Peter would go off to college very soon and about how fast the time passed.
"I can't believe my boy has grown so much." Tony smiled but everyone could swear that he was tearing up behind his sunglasses "Who will now be there for him to remind him to eat or rest enough? Who will do the grocery shopping for him now and buy him everything he actually needs not just junk food?"
"It's a hard time in a parent's life to let their child finally go, Stark." Clint started to play with the pen in his hand "Trust me, I got 3 and it never gets easier. Especially for us that we're walking targets and we're afraid they'll come for our kids as a form of revenge towards us. But we'll also be proud to see how well they can actually do on their own."
Tony pretended to play it cool as he turned his head towards Natasha and chuckled "You've been really quiet, Romanoff. Aren't you scared that something could happen to your daughter now that she'll go to college?"
"No." Natasha replied nonchalantly
"No?" Steve questioned "Nat, we know how much you love your daughter and protect her. We know it can't be that easy for you to let her go. Especially since she's..." Steve couldn't bring himself to say it "You know... She's..."
"Intelligent?!" Natasha interrupted him "Brave? Much more capable of taking care of herself than any adult in this room? I know my daughter. I gave birth to her. I raised her. Y/N is better than all of us. So if anyone needs to be worried about their child, that's Tony." She pointed to the man in question "Not me."
Steve wanted to say "sick" but hearing Natasha's protests he gave up on that thought.
Clint knew exactly this was just Natasha using her well-known poker face in a successful attempt to hide her feelings but he said nothing.
—
You sighed and put your blanket over your head as the morning alarm rang once again to wake you up.
Sticking one hand from under the blanket you stopped it and made your way out of the bed.
It was another boring day of your boring life.
Thanks to the fact that you were born such a small baby and thanks to your mom's health issues when it came to her having babies, now you're stuck in an endless loop.
You get out of bed and hardly make your way towards the bathroom.
For a moment you stare at yourself in the mirror then wash your face and proceed to brush your teeth.
After this part of the routine is completed you make your way just as hard as before towards the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie." Natasha kissed your head once you sat in your chair at the table
"Morning, .ama." You yawned and Natasha giggled
"I made breakfast." She smiled as she put the plate with food in front of you
You smiled back at her "Thanks, Mama." And proceeded to eat
"Don't forget these, baby." Your mother put in front of you a glass of water next to your daily pills "So when was the last time we saw a movie together?"
—
You were born with a set of serious health problems that included: arrhythmia, hemochromatosis, asthma, diabetes, and an easy form of paralysis that is responsible for you moving your legs way too harder than a normal person does.
Arrhythmia: An abnormality of electrical impulses in the heart, causing irregular heartbeats.
The orange pill in front of you.
It made you not feel as funny in your chest as you do when your heart starts beating out of its normal rhythm.
Hemochromatosis: An excess accumulation of iron in the bloodstream, causing rashes and nausea.
The white pill in front of you.
You hated that every morning you woke up feeling sick and if it wasn't for this pill, you would constantly throw up.
Asthma: An inflammation of the airways in the lungs, causing difficulty in breathing.
You knew what was coming right after breakfast. You had to use your inhaler.
Your mom had these things stashed all around the house, the car and she's always carrying one with her.
Diabetes: An impairment of the pancreas to produce insulin, causing unstable glucose levels.
You knew the drill.
If it was too high you had to make an injection. If it was too low your mom gave you some chocolate.
You always prayed you had it too low.
Paralysis: An inhibition of muscle function, causing an inability to move, feel, walk, or run.
Run...
Something you will never be able to do.
When you were born, Bruce told your mama that you would never be able to use your legs but Natasha was stubborn. She couldn't accept the fact that her daughter would never walk so she researched day and night to find a solution for your problem.
Her solution was followed by countless hours of physical recovery but she achieved her goal.
Slowly but surely, her care and the physical therapy you were doing every day at home offered you over time the ability to walk. Still a little harder than normal people do but you are walking and Natasha was happy with just that.
But running was one thing you'll never be able to do and you made your peace with that.
—
"Do you know when the mail will come today?" You hopefully asked your mom
"I have no idea baby girl but don't worry. If there is a letter from any university, you'll be the first to open it." Natasha smiled and put a book on the table for your daily lessons
It was no surprise that you were homeschooled.
Natasha was very overprotective of you. As a matter of fact, you rarely even left the house at all and when you did, you were always in Natasha's company.
You didn't even have friends.
To keep yourself busy, you developed a passion for engineering and building different machines and computers on your own. Natasha provides you with anything you could need to work on your passion.
Sure, Clint's kids visit you as often as they can, and twice a week Peter comes to talk with you and tell you how the outside life is.
You both were now 17 but very soon you and Peter will turn 18 and both of you were waiting for your letters from the universities you applied for.
Peter was only 2 months older than you and you have been really close from the first moment you met each other.
He was Tony's adopted son but try and tell that to Tony.
And you were Natasha's miracle daughter, born from an experiment.
—
"Please don't lie to me, Peter." You skeptically looked at your friend
"I'm not lying Y/N." He defended himself "Look. Here it is." Peter pulled out of his pocket his acceptance letter from the university
You snatched it from poor Peter's hands and quickly looked over it.
"Off..." You deeply sighted "Mine still hasn't arrived. What is it taking so long?"
Natasha could hear you from the basement where she was throwing away the third letter you received from another university that was honored to have you as their student.
She wasn't planning on letting you go ever.
Natasha was afraid that you would die alone in the cruel outside world. She was scared of losing you.
Her little baby girl can't go off to college alone. There are too many dangers and you're still so fragile and so in need of her help.
—
It wasn't up till one day when you decided to look through the grocery bag that your mom left on the counter in hopes of getting to steal more candies to eat behind your mother's back, that you found something unexpected.
It was a medicine bottle with Natasha's name on it.
This was new. You never saw these meds before. Let alone know that your mama needed them.
But before getting the chance to have a good look at them, you heard Natasha coming towards the kitchen. So as fast as you could, you returned to your seat and pretended to work on your homework.
—
You said nothing about the pills you found but you were determined to find out what were they and what they were used for.
Natasha started to give you these pills telling you they were actually for you, that the doctor gave you some new medicine to take, and that it was for nothing more than to prevent you from passing out whenever your heart started acting up and beating like crazy.
At first, you believed her.
She was your mom after all. Right?
All she ever did was to take care of you.
—
"Mama, why was your name on the bottle?" You finally had the courage one night to ask your mom about the pills
"What are you talking about baby?" Natasha turned around and leaned on the door frame after she tucked you in
"I've seen your name on the bottle. Which means that you should be the one taking the meds, not me." You confidently looked at your mom
Natasha lightly laughed "Oh no honey. My name was on the receipt. You know, they lately put the receipt on the bottle. That's why there is my name on the bottle and not yours."
"Oh." You were confused "I guess you're right. I'm sorry for accusing you, Mama."
"That's okay my love." Natasha softly smiled "I forgive you. Now off to bed with you." She put her hand on the light switch and turned it off
Natasha left, closing the door behind her, and you pulled your blanket more over your shoulders.
—
But Natasha's answer wasn't enough for you.
After almost half of the night where you just tossed and turned in bed, you decided to get up and find out more about those pills.
You quietly made your way towards the computer that was downstairs.
You looked on all sides before opening up and searching for the name of the medicine.
Your heart was beating out of your chest as you anxiously waited for the results of your search to show up on the screen.
But instead of the results, the screen showed up the text that let you know the computer had no Internet connection.
Only if your mom allowed you to have a phone.
You defeatedly made your way back up to your room, unaware of the fact that this entire time Natasha was watching you from the dark and she was the one who cut the Internet connection.
—
"You can't treat your clients like this. Leaving us in the dark for the entire night." You saw Natasha argue on her phone while you sat down on your chair at the dining table "I hope this never happens again." Your mom ended the call
"Was it about the Internet connection?" You sighed as Natasha sat in front of you
"Yes." She nodded "But how do you know it was about the Internet, baby?"
"I tried to use the computer last night." You shily said "I tried to figure out why the processor of my new invention isn't working."
You lied. You were not just going to reveal to Natasha that you suspect something strange is happening.
But Natasha knew you were lying and she played your card.
"So did you find out why wasn't it working?" She asked as watched you from the corner of her eye
You shook your head "No. How could I?! The Internet wasn't working." You decided to push your luck "If only I had a phone."
"Nice try, baby." Natasha laughed "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own. You're my smart girl."
—
You were her smart girl but you were also her stubborn girl and you weren't going to give up till you hadn't learned all the truth.
So you took advantage of the fact that your mom left the house to water the plants in your garden outside and went to her room, you called Peter.
"Hello?" Peter answered the call
"Peter, I need your help." You were watching your mom through the window to make sure she didn't come inside
"Y/N? What happened? Is there something wrong?" He asked concerned
"I need you to look something up for me on the Internet and tell me what it's used for." You quickly answered and proceeded to tell him the name of the medicine
"So here it says that is used for severe cardiac problems..." Peter read a whole list of things that it had treated with that medicine "Wow! Is that what you're suffering from? That's nasty!"
"There's no time for that, Peter... I need you to tell me what color they are." You rushed Peter into answering
"The color... the color..." Peter repeated while he searched for photos of the medicine "Ah! Here it is. They are red."
Your brain stopped working for a moment and the phone fell from your hand.
Red...
The pills you were taking were half green, half grey.
No red.
"Y/N? Y/N? Are you still there?" Peter shouted through the phone trying to catch your attention once again "Is that all you wanted to know?"
"Yes, Peter. Thank you." And with that, you ended the call and rushed out of your mom's room
Your mom had been tricking you.
But why?!
What were these meds actually for?
—
"I see you figured it out." Natasha startled you as she opened your door
Your mind instantly raced to what happened today.
"What do you mean?" You slightly panicked
"You figured it out. I knew you could do it." She pointed with her head towards your invention that was now working
"Yes. Yes, I did." You smiled as you sighed in relief
Natasha came closer and handed you the meds with a glass of water.
"Good night, baby girl." She kissed your head
"Good night, Mama." You flashed a smile her way then looked back at the book that was in your lap and pretended to keep reading
Natasha looked one more time at you before closing the door behind her.
—
"When was the last time we watched a movie?" You smiled at your mom the next morning during your breakfast
Natasha's face instantly lit up as a wide smile appeared on her face "What do you want to watch?"
—
You successfully made Natasha agree to take you out to the city to watch a movie together at the cinema.
Your plan was set in motion.
You were going to find out what those pills were for one way or another.
—
"I'm going to get more water." You whispered to your mother in the middle of the movie as you shook the empty bottle in front of her "Tell me what I miss."
"I won't." Natasha chuckled as she watched you stand up and leave
Going out of the cinema you took off towards the pharmacy that was right across the street and from where your mom always bought your meds.
—
You sighted as you saw the enormous line of people that were waiting there.
So you decided to play the disabled person card.
"Excuse me. I'm disabled. Please let me through." You shouted as you exaggerated your walk to show people that they should let you in front
"Hey, Y/N." The lady from the desk greeted you "Where's your mama? Is Natasha here too?"
"Yes!" You rushed to answer as you put one on the desk one pill "But I need to find out what is this pill used for."
"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry but this is confidential information and I'm afraid I can not give it to you without your mama being here." The lady apologetically smiled at you
"Please..." Then an idea popped up in your mind "We're playing a game! It's a hunting treasure game and to find the treasure, I need to find out what this pill is used for because this is a clue that will get me closer to being the one who wins."
The lady thought for a second about your words then sight "Okay, Y/N. If you say so." And she started to search on her computer what that pill was
You were looking around scared. Praying that Natasha wouldn't come look for you here.
"Ah, here it is." The lady said "Here it says that it's a medication used to treat the persons that are suffering from bipolar disorder. It should calm them and their mood swings. Made them more relaxed and..."
The lady kept on explaining but you weren't listening to her anymore.
Natasha gave you medicine that wasn't yours. Why? Why would she do that? Why do you need to calm down?
You felt how your heart started to beat faster and faster and faster. Your hands started to shake and you could feel the blood rising and see the world spinning till it became blurry.
That damn arrhythmia. It was the worst time for it to start acting up.
"Y/N!" Natasha desperately shouted as she ran to your side "Baby, talk to me! Say something!" She cupped your face
She reached you just in time before your legs gave up on you and you passed out in her arms.
"What did you tell her?!" Natasha shouted angrily at the lady behind the desk "It's okay, baby. I catched you." Natasha whispered as she held you tight in her arms slightly stroking your hair "I got you, baby. Mama got you."
—
Natasha gently laid you down on your bed once she took you back home and left the room after that in a hurry.
A few hours later you woke and tried to get out of your room only to find out that Natasha locked you in there.
"Mama!" You shouted "Mama, please! I just want to talk to you! I promise I won't do anything! I just need answers!"
When you received no response you decided to try and unlock the door only to realize that Natasha not only locked the door but she actually blocked it from the other side so it would be impossible for you to open it.
You had to escape now.
So you decided to get out through your window after you secured some wires around your waist and then crawled on the roof till your mother's window and broke it.
Crawling back inside you rushed to your room, unclocked it, and barely reached your inhaler just in time.
After you caught your breath you made your way to the stairs.
What a great time for your legs to give up on you because just when you were at the top of the stairs, your legs gave up and you fell all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
You looked at your hands and saw cuts and scratches and after you checked the right side of your head, you understood that there was a bleeding cut.
But you didn't have time to cry over something so little as falling down the stairs.
You made your way on the lonely road that led to your house and stopped the first car that was coming that way, which happened to be the mailman's car.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He ran to your side
"I need your help. Please. My mama tried to hurt me. She gave me medicine that was for her, not for me. Help me please."
"Y/N, are you sure, kid?" The man asked
But before you got the chance to answer him, your mom's car pulled behind the mailman's.
"Baby?" Natasha started running to you worried when she saw the state you were in "Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Miss Romanoff, please stop." The mailman stepped in front of Natasha, blocking her way to you
"What are you talking about?! I need to go to my daughter! I need to make sure she's okay!" Natasha shouted
"Natasha..." The man whispered "She said you were hurting her."
"What?!" Your mom asked confused "Can you hear what you're saying right now?! Me? Hurt my daughter? You know I could never do that. She's just feeling off because there were some new meds that she was given."
"Look, I'll take her to the hospital and we'll talk more there." The man said
Natasha nodded and walked back to her car.
"So the hospital or the police?" The man whispered to you as he helped you get up in his van
"The police." You smiled relifed "Thank you so much."
But before you got the chance to even leave that place, Natasha knocked unconscious the poor man who tried to help you.
—
You woke up in a strange room.
But as you fully came back to your senses you realized you were in the one room, you weren't allowed in.
The basement.
As you looked around at the room where Natasha was spending her free time you noticed the letters from the universities in the trash.
You were accepted.
To every college you applied for.
Natasha kept this as a secret from you.
You got so angry that you started throwing all around the room the trash and the letters till you noticed a strange box.
On the box there was a name very similar to your mother's name and yet not hers at the same time.
'Natalia Romanova' was the name on the box.
Your mom's name is 'Natasha Romanoff' not 'Natalia Romanova'... Right?
Even though Natasha chained you by one leg you managed to find a way of reaching the box and started looking through it.
There were a few pictures of your mom when she was younger, one when she was pregnant with you, and one of yourself as a baby. Then there was your birth certificate, a paper where were listed all of your health problems, and one paper that clearly said that your mom had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
Your mom was sick?!
"We can start again, baby." Natasha softly explained as she reached the bottom of the stairs "No meds. No nothing. Just us two like we were before."
"You tricked me!" You shouted in her face "Was I ever even sick? You poisoned me!"
Natasha shook her head "I protected you! The outside world it's very dangerous, baby girl, and you are too fragile to fight alone. You need me."
You thought for a second "No... You need me."
You managed to lock yourself inside the storage closet before Natasha had time to reach you.
"Baby, please..." Natasha knocked on the door "Please open the door. We can talk about this."
But you knew what you had to do. You took the first bottle of chemicals that was inside there and drank it.
When she heard no answer Natasha took down the door and let out a desperate scream as she saw you lying down with blood pooling out of your mouth.
—
Bruce and his team managed to save you and Natasha never felt more scared and desperate in her entire life.
But before she got the chance to see you Bruce talked with you a little, first.
He managed to tell you about the problem your mom has and he told you that Natasha accepted getting help for you because she wants to start again and give you more freedom.
Natasha understood where her mistake was and she accepted specialized help.
And you decided to forgive her and give her a chance.
You knew your mom wouldn't hurt you on purpose. She couldn't control herself when she did and you were planning to help her.
—
*7 years later*
Natasha did change and everything went back to normal again.
She seeked professional help, you went to college and graduated last year.
You both left it all behind and were now looking ahead to a brighter future.
One where you helped each other and took care of one another while overcoming everyday challenges.
You both understood that you needed each other to keep living a normal life.
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My skz concert experience that nobody asked for.
I just want a place to detail my memories while some are still fresh in my mind. Lol.
March 27, 2023.
First off, it was raining when we were going inside, hella stairs, was about to (and tempted) to water slide down the steps to our seats.
The girl next to me was kinda rude and kept giving me dirty looks but it’s okay because I’m on my way to her mom’s house as I type this ;)
Tour is titled Maniac. Of course they were gonna play Maniac. It was secured on the setlist. It was so fcking epic though.
THE SPIDER LEGS DURING VENOM WERE SO FCKING RAD.
-okay the notes are out of order from this point on lol-
Felix basically taught us about the water cycle after Muddy water. Science class 101
Chan: “Let’s give a round of applause to the kids for how good their english was!” (He said Something similar to this)
My mom: “this mf did not call them kids knowing they are around the same age”
It’s in their name, lol
So for context, skz played a game team vs team (who can get louder screams) and Changbin’s team lost- (btw it was team muddy water and I couldn’t hear the name of the other team because ppl screaming lol but for the sake of this, I’m gonna say Changbin’s team lol)
Changbin: I took my shirt off and still lost. I’m never taking my shirt off again.
Chan: We already take everything off
[Either before or after, fever dream goin crazy rn]
Seungmin: LOSERS 😆
Seungmin said the crowd barking makes him feel tough.
I forgot to press record for Easy and gave my phone to my brother and noticed it wasn’t recording until after the song 💀 It’s okay, it’s in my core memories.
A piece of confetti fell on me during haven and I fcking screamed as if it had Changbin’s number on it or smth 😭😭😭 my most down bad moment of the year thus far. Lmao.
I saw Changbin smile and was done for the night.
Felix kept winking, mf made me forget who I belonged to. (Joking, joking haha)
Minho is so fcking fine. Dude was GLOWING. I’m so close to blocking them on everything since he wants to be THAT fine.
Minho & Chan performed Drive. My mom knows btw so it’s not like she was gonna scold me as if I wrote the song. She caught on when Chan was like “the city is pretty big and open”. Not necessarily mom-friendly but we’re gonna let that slide.
Chan said Red lights was an adorable song. Everyone and their families SAW the ribbons, honey bee.
Phone gave up when I tried getting one last picture lol. Pfft. She went on a strike but it’s okay, that lil bitch. (Talking to my phone)
Idc I was showing out for Seungmin. The whole fcking crowd was. We do not play when it comes to Seungmin. And I will continue to show out for Seungmin.
Hyunjin sang Ice cream and I did not deserve to hear it, the mf is so pretty and I love Ice cream and I am unworthy but it’s chill, we ball.
Still kinda upset Minho dropped the ps4 controller in the little movie thingy. I’m sorry but those are expensive, I know y’all are rich but that hurt my soul ily still though.
Btw if I’m wrong & it wasn’t Minho, I will take the L. But PLEASE let me know. Like I said, fever dream is going crazy rn and I’m only writing these notes as I remember them. PLEASE let me know if I’m wrong.
I miss Jeongin already. His English (as is the others) is hella good and you could tell he and the others took the time to learn it so I hope they know they did great. The crowd chanted ‘I.N’ and he smiled and I think y’all should continue to do that.
The effects were so fcking cool and Jisung- I could feel his energy from where I sat. He never comes to play, and I hope he (and the others) sleep well tonight and that the sleep hits good.
Felix is the rizzly bear. Count rizz-ula. The rizz-ologist. Dude has W rizz. How the hell did he pull everyone in the venue in 2 seconds?
Felix also said he wanted to live here… honey, ily, but I can guarantee you that you do not. Respectfully. It’s a dumpster fire. Respectfully.
Felix also said “I didn’t even say anything yet” when the crowd screamed before he could speak just because he came on the big screens. Lmao.
Changbin was standing infront of one of the big screens while Seungmin was talking and my dumb ass saw Seungmin’s face zoomed in and tiny Changbin in the corner beside Seungmin’s face and I thought they had editors that shrinked Changbin. No one said I was smart okay LMAO
Idk how to explain it but seeing Changbin felt like drinking water after waking up at 3am. And before y’all (whoever decides to read this) are like “is that good or bad?” It’s good. Don’t lie. I know y’all like quenching your thirst.
BITCH THEY PLAYED HAVEN AND LIKE IDK IF YALL KNOW THIS BUT THATS THE SONG THAT CHEERED ME UP THROUGH A BAD TIME IN MY LIFE AND HEARING IT LIVE???? AND HEARING CHANGBIN’S VERSE (don’t get me wrong, I am ot8 as fck but Changbin is my ult-) I was about to cry. Like I’m about to rn actually. Literally I would’ve loved to hear ANY skz song live but this is the one song I hoped for and they supplied. So yeah.
THEY PLAYED HAVEN AFTER MY PHONE DIED HHHHHH I HAVE NO EVIDENCE BUT IF THERES A VIDEO ON YT OR ANYWHERE PLEASE LEMME SEE :((((
I even avoided ‘setlist spoilers’. If that’s a thing.
They made us bark (respectfully, I refused to bark 😤), they made us meow (I also refused to meow 😤), but I did NOT pass up Haw’ing to Chan’s Yee. I will never pass up a yeehaw, as a certfied yeehaw. However, Chan has yee’d his last haw. (Joking)
Oh yeah Chan asked if any of us rode a horse before and if it was for fun. I know we are yeehaws but bruh, that’s yeehaw to another level. (There were a good chunk of ppl that said yes. Respect.)
I COULD SEE CHANGBIN FROM WHERE I WAS SAT AND THATS ALL I COULD EVER WANT. HE LOOKED SO HAPPY AND HANDSOME. I’m about to get really down bad so I will pause and suppress it.
I collected some of the confetti because skz were shooting it out of cannons. That’s like the closest thing to merch I was able to afford.
Skz (multiple members) were like “hey, if we come back, will y’all come back too??” And ofc my broke ass said yes. Chan’s buying my ticket though so it’s secured. Sorry y’all.
FAM goes hard live. I also loved the backgrounds for each song. Production team was NOT lacking.
The band that played behind them, they are so talented too. Miroh is already a hype song but this band, we let them cook and they SERVED.
My ear drums are still vibrating but I will not complain. I knew what I signed up for the second I put myself through ticketmaster hell <3
My throat also took a nosedive off a cliff. I was about to pass out just to make Seungmin happy. When he says make noise, I’m using my voicebox until it’s begging to rest.
My arms are tired. Like FATIGUED but the lightstick stays up when they say “put your hands in the air” bye.
Also happy birthday to the stay two rows in front of me :) (I saw your sign) 💜🫶
Seeing skz always feels like hanging with friends. I know that’s very delulu of me, but yeah, the past two shows I’ve seen them in, they were always very crowd inclusive and like, idk, I felt safe and like nothing bad would happen.
I have hella PCD now though. Goodnight. I will add things as I remember them lol
#skz#stray kids#I’m gonna fcking cry this was the best night of my life despite being stressed lately
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augh. whinging about life events
this is something that would be in a circle in twitter dot corn but i don't have circles here so i will simply put it under a readmore and assume that anyone who doesnt care will simply scroll by as i gen hope they will <3
anyways. last week was vacation and coming back from vacation i got thrown in the metaphorical frying pan. person who was supposed to be watching the house fucked off w/o telling us thursday afternoon (we came back sat night) leaving our cats and her cats (inc. a 5 month old kitten in a separate room) alone. which the other cats would have been fine alone for a few days but the litterboxes were full which makes me suspect she did not clean up before she left. kitten was left with no water and no food (she gave him food but he scarfed it down immediately. because he's A Kitten) and she had the audacity to try to lie to us!! about when she left when we straight up had proof from the security system logs that she was gone for longer than she said she was <3333
did i mention this girl is supposed to be living with us for a few more weeks lol lmao
we spent an hour and a half cleaning the house from the misc toilet and vomit stains around after having already driven a collective 7 hours home from our vacation spot.
we grilled her pretty hard after she came back sunday nite at like 9:30 pm and she kinda gave a half hearted apology and i emphasized that. i agreed to the kitten staying over (which she had thrown on me like. night before we leave) (she adopted the kitten the weekend we left for vacation) with the agreement that she would be taking 100% care of him which she was Not.
and then she fucked off again for all of monday. i think she stayed monday night but she was gone the next morning. she also sprang on me monday nite that "oh do you mind if i stay at my friends house the days i have work because it's closer to my workplace" (by a magnitude of like. hours) and i said yeah because it was LATE and i was WORKING the next day so i didnt have the energy to have a long conversation. i shouldn't have said yes.
she was gone all tues and wed. she didn't have work today so she should have come back to my house but she didn't because she was with her mom. didn't tell us that btw.
now it is thurs night she's probably going to arrive back way too late for me to have a conversation with her because i go to bed early. because i wake up early for work. my sister called her and had a long convo and i sent her a text message saying the kitten has to be gone by the end of this weekend because my sister and i have been taking care of HER KITTEN this entire week basically. when i already gave her a warning for being negligent with the kitten.
tired of hearing the kitten yowling the whole day because my sister and i are both busy and we can't play with him. me because i have my desk job my sister because she's prepping for her job starting next week. regardless ITS THIS GIRLS KITTEN NOT OURS THAT WE DIDN'T AGREE TO TAKE CARE OF
i haven't even broached the topic of payment because i expected to charge her rent for the couple of weeks she was living with us but since she's only been here like. a grand total of 8 hours (when she wasn't watching the house the week we were gone) should i just charge her for using our house as a boarding house for her cats. lol. lmao. im getting some payment out of this even if i have to bug her for it
all that aside. getting grilled at work for things partially my fault and partially not my fault and feeling indignant about it. got told i wasn't communicating well enough when i have been responding to every single silly little email that was sent to me so idk. maybe check your inbox then? anyways i have to finish a report tomorrow i've been putting off for. a disgustingly long time so this is a situation i put myself in but im still mad and stressed about it
good thing i talk to my therapist tmmrw because im just gonna be like hi :) the shit hit the fan my dude
oh as an aside my brain has been bad enough this week that i decided to take a break from twitter since i figured spending my limited free time endlessly scrolling through a collapsing social media site wasn't helping my brain trying to self-cannibalize. tumblr is. Okay. for now. debating filling my queue and leaving for x amount of time but for now i need some outlet
what else. had an onslaught of flies in the house this week. killed about 20 or 30 tuesday and wednesday. thankfully there seemed to be a lot less today so i'm hoping it was just a freak accident and not a serious problem. clothes dryer has been broken (still turns, but no heat) for three weeks now. repairman has stopped by three times with a fourth time coming. i'm about ready to pull the plug after the next time he comes and just buy a new dryer even if that's going to be $$$$ because... it's an old dryer. maybe its time is just up
didn't mean for this post to be so long LMAO if you made it this far you get a picture of harley (my mom's cat). i just gotta make it through this week [pained smile]
NINJA EDIT BECAUSE AS I WAS TYPING THIS UP THERE WAS A NEW KITTEN DEVELOPMENT. after i texted her she got upset enough to decide to drive to our house and pick up the kitten and leave which i mean. lol. lmao. i gave you a warning and you decided to still fuck off so that's not my fault at this point. she's still an hour away so i will probably be going to bed when she comes home. don't have it in me to have another 10pm serious conversation lol lmao lol
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11-8-23
- august invited over bo leach, bodhi nadalin, and some person that didnt have a name but looked like el hanley to play some orgy game, aug was acting kind of weird the whole time and ended up going to bed. the vibes were very off and nameless chick dipped but i talked to bo and bodhi for a while, was trying to figure out if they were together or not. ended up making out with bodhi (felt v nice) and afterward he said a bunch of stuff about how he was glad we saw each other again and that he lives close and wants to hang out again soon. we were still living w/ aj somehow and they had a bunch of random ppl over i remember thinking i was glad i could prove i had other friends by having different ppl over even if they werent really. they were leaving and the other ppl were partying in the living room area and someone ended up giving me a drink so i sat down and hung out a little. it was this really tasty thick deep red cherry-cranberry vodka thing with a ball of hollow ice that had a little hole you could drink more beverage out of it from.
- dk if this was a continuation of the last one or not but walking through the city w a group of girls, being sort of dressed up everyone had on very avant garde fashion (one of them was cheyenne from water st? i dont remember the rest) and we ended up going to this art gallery that was all hallways with various forks in the road. got separated from half the group because they were basically sprinting through and not looking at anything. everything felt like it was moving very fast. came to another fork but on one side was this exhibit area w raised padded flooring and people sitting all around and a sign that said 'puppy naptime.' and. well. it was puppy naptime. there were a bunch of them and phoibe and mama kitty (not bean) were there also sleeping very sweetly and i was worried i would get in trouble for bringing my cats to puppy naptime. i saw a different very small very sleepy black and white dappled kitten and pet her a little bit. was no longer worried bc obv i was not the only one who brought cat. noticed this girl who had a necklace with a bunch of moss and a live snail on it and talked to her abt it and she said it was her pet and he just liked to sleep there too.
- again not sure if at all related but walking through these very bright almost uncanny paved suburban streets w you and coming across a house where you started telling me a story abt how you used to hang out with some boy there and the mom was wack and you would work on some sort of project that required these sharps and one day you accidentally brought some out with you and they (the parents) noticed and yelled at you and you were like little and scared of getting in trouble so you like ran back crying and put them back and were apologizing and then couldnt go back and hang out again. watching this memory play out in the driveway like a phantom in front of us. in present time next to the car in the foliage there were a bunch of varied types of blades and you said something along the lines of 'they feel awesome, btw' and there was one in particular i really wanted to take but we noticed that the people from the house were actually sitting in the car. left and walked the other way around the block to see if theyd leave, just sort of eavesdropped on them from around the corner. along the way there were various blades on the ground and in the little grass strips in front of driveways and i kept picking them up trying to see if they were sharp or new but they all were really flimsy or dull or covered in a weird waxy substances. you said something like 'my skin is thinner so you should just cut me instead' and it made me upset but i wasnt trying to show it and i said some upsetting shit i dont remember and you were like 'jesus christ, what the fuck' and got v distant didnt leave but sort of like hung back and did smth else. heard some sort of commotion from the people and saw the guy yelling at this fluffy, scrawny cat being like 'i hate that fuckin cat' and it ran over to us and i pet him and he was v malnourished and had fleas and scrapes and i felt v sad for him
- Really dont remember this one but some girl inviting us to go rock climbing and it was just this tiny room that was not even very tall and she was actively putting the rock wall together by just. nailing the holds into drywall in no particular order. no gear, no ropes. i was pissed. i remember yelling at her but i dont remember what i said
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my sister’s boyfriend quit his job out of nowhere after a week of calling off so now they’re super poor bc she has to pay all the bills and for all the groceries 😋 and it’s had her really stressed out and yesterday she came to visit bc he went to hang out with his friends and she couldn’t afford to get herself something for dinner so she came here to eat with us 😐 lemme repeat SHE HAD TO COME UP HERE TO EAT BC HE LEFT TO GO HANG OUT WITH HIS FRIENDS…..if my boyfriend quit his job out of nowhere and suddenly made us poor as a result and then went to hang out with his friends without considering that i’ll have nothing to eat…..he’d be homeless like are u serious‼️ (not that i’m bothered by her coming to visit or having dinner with us it’s WHY she had to) and she said she doesn’t know what he has saved in his bank account and she’s afraid to ask him but when i asked why she would be afraid she didn’t answer me 🤨 and then later we were at lunch and she got us all chopsticks but when my mom sat down she had already gotten herself some so my sister said sorry and my mom was like “why would u apologize for getting something for me” and she said “idk i always apologize for stuff” and my mom and i both said “well u didn’t used to” and she said “i think i learned that from being with josh (her ex)” but i could tell that me and my mom were both thinking “no it’s definitely from being with ryan” but we didn’t say anything out loud. and my mom said her and my dad will try to help with money when they can and my sister said something like “i know he won’t like that” or something about not letting him know that they’re giving her money and i was just sitting there like….it’s his fault y’all don’t have enough money to live?? i don’t really think he gets to complain 😐 AND it’s especially irritating bc months ago (i think i told u this before but maybe not) my sister called my mom spiraling bc she thought he was gonna break up with her bc she got an email for her student loan provider that she maxed out her loan and he was upset that she has all that debt THAT SHE HAD SINCE BEFORE THEY GOT TOGETHER LIKE HE BEEN KNEW ABOUT IT and he was like “how are we supposed to have a future and buy a house eventually if u have all this debt” WELL SIR HOW ARE YALL SUPPOSED TO DO ALL OF THAT IF U QUIT UR JOB AND MAKE MY SISTER PAY FOR EVERYTHING⁉️ and my sister does not realize how ridiculous that is and when she does see it she brushes it off and i just wanna grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her 😔
so yea next time i see him he better not try to play nice with me cuz we have beef sir i’m bout to start hurtin some feelings 🤨
THIS IS SO CRAZYYYYYY LIKE WHAT 😭😭😭😭😭 the way she had to go over to you guys bc she couldn’t afford to eat while he was w friends… ☹️ LIKE WHAT THE HELL 😭 and also the thing about apologizing ☹️ the way i’d beat his ass idc
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NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ILL FUCKING CRY.
I’m telling you bro if he looked at me like this and told me to shut the fuck up I absolutely would,I also read this imagine that ran was braiding our hair and we were Yk warming him, and every time we moved he pulled your hair till he was done. I would absolutely braid and play with his hair while he lays between my thighs.
Tw: ran is a little mean, brat taming, kinda spoiled reader, spanking, hair pulling, car sex, some yelling, ran tells you to shut the fuck up, some praise, some degrading, mentions of 3 some w/ Izana or Rindou. There’s so much more but, I’ve accidentally deleted this already n forgot.
You sat in between ran and Rindou at some tenjiku and S62 meeting you didn’t even wanna be at. Ran had insisted you come with him stating “ everyone needs to know what beautiful wife I have that they don’t” He also wanted to make sure nothing happen to you, cause he wouldn’t forgive himself if anything did.
You say between ran and Rindou because you weren’t very familiar with anyone besides izana. You didn’t fear him just what he could do but, he never gave you a reason and always treated you with the upmost respect as you did him.
The more people that walked in the more questioning glances you got. Not everyone knew you which didn’t bother you cause you tried to keep it that way for the most part.
But, the more people stared with mixed emotions your resting bitch face only seemed to intensify.
“Why the face pretty?” Ran said looking down.
I craned my neck up and looked him in the eyes. “Nothin, I’m just observing”
“Okay, smile more when we leave yeah?”
“Give me a reason to smile haitani” I said smiling at him and he leaned down closer to me with a shocked expression.
“What? I just did. How did we end up on a last name based again? I thought I made my way past that a long time ago.”
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Yeah yeah, whatever you big baby” I mumbled and looked down while I fiddled with my fingers.
I held ran’s baton between my legs and fiddled with it as well. Even when I had first met him he wouldn’t let me touch it and then as he got comfortable with me he taught me how to use it. And now, you hold it during his meetings and whenever he ask you to.
“Alright, let’s get this started shall we.” Izana spoke up when kisaki tetta sat next to him on the opposite side.
The meeting went on, and on, and on for fucking ever and I yawned occasionally due to my lack of interest in anything being said. Once Izana agreed to let them all take a break then meet back in 10 a loud voice boomed from across me.
“You find this fucking boring girl?” ran and Rindou all looked up and I kept a blank face and looked up at him. I looked behind me even though he was staring directly at me fuming.
I smirked. “What? Who are you talking to? I don’t see a girl?” I said and ran placed his hand on my knee squeezing.
“You obviously? Better look at me when I’m speaking too”
“Better think about who the fuck you’re talking to first buddy”
“Stop it.” Ran said looking at you seriously.
“Look, this isn’t a place for little girls. So, it’s best you leave or learn some respect.”
“ look man, shut the fuck up and sit your ass down in that chair. I don’t listen to anyone especially not your ass.”
“Princess..” ran said squeezing harder
“Fucking bitch.”
“ your mother” I mumbled and kicked the chair back just wanting to be away from the table
“Speak up little girl, I hate mumbling.”
“ wanna know what I said? You’re a fuckin idiot and your moms a fucking bitch? Anything else?” I said loudly standing up. Attention was given where needed most of the people in the warehouse looked over and snickered.
he looked furious and I smirked he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“Now now, kiri leave the girl Alone, you mess with her and I’ll take care of you from here.” That voice was familiar. Shion Madarame of the 4 heavenly kings on the same level of Ran and Rindou.
Ran pulled me back and into the chair which was pulled away from the table, far back enough. He sat back down and it’s clear he was fuming.
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk. Don’t say anything more till we leave, love.”
He looked back at me and I rolled my eyes and sat back. When ran sat forward rindou looked at me and he used his finger to drag it across his neck and stick his tongue out.
I stuck my middle finger up that had a couple rings on it and he smirked.
I sat back for some more time and just twirled his baton in between my fingers till the meeting was over.
“Cmon, let’s go.” Ran said and offered me his hand which i’d always take. He pulled me to his side and his hand never left my waist and never loosened his grip on me either.
Once we walked and we were by his car he opened up the door for me and slammed the door shut quite harshly.
He got in and started the vehicle, the drive continued to be silent minus the music playing. Ran was driving well above the speed limit zooming past everyone.
He pulled into a parking lot and put the car in park. He looked at me and reached his hand over to unbuckle my seatbelt.
“C’mere, in my lap. Let’s talk.” He said and I looked at him in his eyes. He helped me over the middle consul and sat me in his lap. “What happened back there? Why did you snap on that loser?”
“cause I’m not gonna let anyone speak to me however they please. I don’t like that.. I didn’t do anything.” My voice lowered at the end.
Ran looked at his girlfriend knowingly. He knew how you were raised and how your temper worked and Sometimes more than one person got a taste of it at times.
“Hmm. You’re feisty princess.but, I happened to get a taste of that attitude. You know your consequences of that yeah?” His hand slid up the back of my black skirt ran down the sides of my thighs and hooked his thumbs under the garters connecting my thigh highs to the garter belts on my thighs and snapped them making me gasp
“I-I don’t, I didn’t mean to… just happened”
He smirked at you and gripped your panties and pulled them down and once he realized he doesn’t wanna lift you off his lap nor does he care he grabbed the knife from the cup holder and switched it open. Before you knew it, the shreds were in his lap.
“Ran, these were my favorite” I frowned.
“I’ll buy you more.i always do but, just not today.” He said and dug his fingertips into my thighs.
His braids, you’ve spent so many days, hours, minutes.. just playing with it. It was silky to the touch, you’ve braided it many times and many styles, you’ve done ponytails and a bun. But, you’ve always loved his hair it was truly his best quality.
He always saw the way you admired him, pre sex, post sex, during sex. The world around you was oblivious to you, he could only smack you out of it so many times.
His hand came down on your ass hard. He knew he was heavy handed enough to leave a mark the first time. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you into a kiss and pushed his tongue in your mouth.
He wasn’t a patient man, never was and never will be. He pulled away “Cmon princess, get my belt off.” He pulled his hand back again “Now.” He went back to making out with you.
I trailed my hands down his toned stomach and to his belt, I unbuckled it and in buttoned his pants to free his aching erection.
“Hold on.” He said and moved his hand to the side and moved his chair back and leaned it back at a comfortable angle. My hand smaller hand pumped him and spread the pre across his tip. His long fingers pushed into my mouth and down my throat. “Suck em , now” he demanded and I sucked them. I swirled my tongue around them and the ache between my legs intensified.
“Needy little girl. My little girl Hmm?” I nodded my head.
He pulled his fingers out my mouth and ran his fingers through my hair pulling me forward. “ you said you don’t listen to anybody huh? Back there?” And pulled harder making me moan and my free hand fell on his shoulder right on his braid.
“Better watch it, you pull it and I’ll really fuck you up”
I moved it to his bicep cause I knew myself. “You never answered me” he slapped my ass again.
“Y-yes I said that.” I said
“Let me let you in on something.” He pulled me closer by my hair, his mouth was by my ear and my face on his shoulder and my other hand fell from his shaft and next to his head. “ the only person you do listen to, is me. The only person fucking you, is me. So you only listen to me.” He pushed into me and cussed softly.
“yes!yes!yes! Only you Ran.” I moaned loudly and he pushed my body down. He continued to repeat the pattern of using your body, pushing you up and pulling you down. He grabbed his phone in the cup holder and pressed record and placed it back on its place. A clear view of your ass and his dick sliding in and out of your wetness.he slapped your already red and slightly purple ass. “Whose the only person that can tell you what to do huh? Since you wanted to be a fucking best at the meeting?” He growled slamming you down harder. Your whines and moans filled the car. “You! Only you ran! Nobody else” I moaned out into his neck and sucked a couple hickies on it and bit down on each.
“Mm, fuck baby” his head fell back and that had to be the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
His hips thrusted up slightly as he slammed me back down with both hands on my waist. He managed with one hand holding my ass in a grip that was not even half his strength cause if he did he would really hurt you he moved the other to the back of my neck where he squeezed the sides.
“You got me in vice cause of some choking huh? Nasty girl want all my associates to see you cream on my cock huh? ” he would’ve stopped the video but you clenched your walls around him tightly and he slammed you down faster and harder by gripping your ass with one hand using not even half his strength still to ensure he doesn’t hurt you more than you can handle “anything f-for you” you said mindlessly.
“Anything huh? So if I wanted to see you get fucked by my boss or perhaps my brother or our fellow executives? you gonna let them? Gonna let ‘us’ have a piece? Gonna fucking destroy that tight slutty little pussy you got.” He said loud enough for the video.
“Yes! Anything ran! F-fuck m’ gonna cum” I said and his grip on my neck tightened. “Me too doll, you gonna let me fuck you full?” You we’re on the pill because of ran. Missing your period for a week was the biggest scare you ever had sitting on the bed in tears waiting for the pregnancy test results Rindou laughing at Ran and recording the entire thing Ran who was just holding your head on his shoulder and was trying not to laugh and just kept mumbling that it wasn’t funny but couldn’t stop smiling and after that negative result you lectured him, he fucked you again and said he would “ glaze you instead till you got on the pill” like I’m a fucking donut which made you pull him off your bed by his braids.
“Please, please, ran fill me up please!” I begged and with a couple more thrust he emptied himself into me and kept thrusting till I moaned loudly and came on his shaft and stopped the video. While he basked in his post nut you admired the several hickeys you gifted him with that he would probably notice soon.
He was leaning back with you on his chest, his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. God he’s fucking pretty.
“I know what you did and I hate you”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said acting oblivious
“So if I look in the mirror I won’t see hickeys”
“ I never said that”
He pinched your thigh harshly and you were still on him and clenched.
He let out a small groan and splayed his large hands on your thighs while adjusting his chair while still in you.
“Since you wanna be a smart ass let’s make a deal”
“No! Your deals are unfair” I pouted
“No, you’re just my crybaby”
“Keep all my cum in that pussy till we get home and I won’t punish you for earlier, dont keep it in and get it in my seats, you won’t cum for a week”
“Babe, my ass is purple was that not enough?”
“That’s not a punishment if you enjoy it you little masochist”
“you’re a sadist”
“You are right” he said and spanked me hard again this one sent me forward.
“OW WHA-“ I didn’t even finish my sentence before he grabbed me by the throat stopping me.
“You yell at me and the baton is next.”
I couldn’t even stop myself before I spat the next sentence. “ don’t threaten me with a good Time babe” and I blew a kiss at him.
He pushed me backwards so my head rested on the steering wheel, and leaned forward while keeping the same static face before smirking. “You better mean that baby.”
He pecked my lips and let me go and helped me over the middle counsel and back into my seat.
He tucked himself back in his pants semi hard, started the car and his hand traveled up my thigh and stuffed his fingers in me causing me to gasp.
“You lying sack of shi-” I started and he curled his fingers.
“Don’t talk. My rules”
Can’t lie and say that didn’t turn me on, his hand rested between my legs the whole Ride till we got home.
Once he put the car in park he lifted my skirt with a smirk. “ look, you can listen. Had my fingers in a fuckin vice the whole ride jus for me? Such a good girl.”
He pulled his fingers out making me moan and he smirked, he pushed his fingers past my lips making me suck em off tasting us both.
He then pulled me into a heated kiss sticking his tongue in my mouth eager to taste us both I my mouth and I’m pretty sure my legs were jello right now.
“Cmon let’s get to the shower love then I’ll fuck you on all fours just like you like.”
“Babe”
“What?”
“You might have to carry me out this car. Unless you want your cum on your seats… again”
he got out and shut his door and opened you door and tried not to laugh while he got you out the car and carried you bridal style to the door. You held onto your talk boyfriend and also tried not to flash your neighbors. He handed you the keys and bent down enough to let you unlock the door before Kicking it open and closed.
You shared bedroom was already Opened and he threw you in the bed and removed his uniform snd your top and bra leaving your skirt , thigh highs, and garters even removing your shoes for you.
“So fucking hot baby, let me keep theses on you mkay?” And you nodded kinda dizzy from his actions.
“Aw my girls dumb already? I’ll fix that”
He caressed your jaw and slipped his thumb in your mouth and out of habit you sucked on it. He dragged his thumb on your bottom lip and his open palm connected with you cheek making you moan and your eyes rolled back.
He looked amused and his smirk was evil. “Tell me you didn’t..”
Your heart was beating uncontrollably, you just came from him slapping you and ontop of that you moaned.
His previous load was starting to leak out of you, you nodded shamefully and tears pricked your eyes out of embarrassment.
“I-I’m sorry” I mumbled and he grabbed my jaw and kissed my lips and down my neck and chest Leaving bites and dark purple hickeys.
“Not mad baby, a lil shocking but, you don’t understand how much harder I wanna fuck you, I just wanna corrupt you for hours”
He bit down on my nipple and I moaned clawing his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
“You’d like that too? My Nasty little bitch”
He slapped the other cheek just as hard when he emphasized on the word bitch and I moaned again and my breathing was heavy.
“need you now! Ran please, please, please”
He manhandled you a bit till he got you in the position he wanted you in. Your face down in the mattress, ass up, and your arms behind your back, wrist crossed over one another in his hand. Your arch was deep from the pressure he put it was almost painful if you weren’t throbbing right now and leaking like a faucet.
He flipped your skirt and pounded you nice and hard right off the bat. “ fuckin hell you’re soaking wet” he admired how it was splashing on the bed already and how wet the skin to skin contact sounded already.
Your cries and moans were mumbled by the way he kept your face in the bed.
His hand released your wrist but, you knew better to keep them in place. His big hands held your waist and with all his force slammed your hips back on his you moaned with each thrust and tears poured out of your eyes as quick as your juices did too. He just continued to fuck you senseless and one particularly hard thrust caused you to kick him by mistake and he hooked his arm under your thigh and held your leg up as your body was now somewhat twisted.
“I should really use that baton and teach you a thing or 2 about kicking people huh?”
“No! M’ Sorry I won’t do it again baby i promise.”
“Do it again and I won’t let you cum for a week”
He picked up the pace and was hitting that spot head on.
“Fuck! Gonna cum! Please Daddy, fuck” I moaned
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum deep in this pussy” he slowed down just a bit but kept thrusting hard Enough to send me into an orgasm and before he announced he’d cum he pushed my head down by my hair and thrusted hard and came deep in me causing me to let out a long moan.
Your legs were shaking bad, he dropped the leg he was holding and held my hips up and pushed my hands off my back and ran his hands down my back and kissed up the tattoo on my spine and which was a king cobra and at the nape Of my neck was Rans name and the kanji for love.
“Such a good girl for me.”
After a good 5 min, ran pulled out and my legs were still shaking, kinda numb, and my boyfriend was laying on me exhausted.
“M’ sorry baby. Gonna give you a massage, take a hot bath and get you some tea”
I giggled and grabbed his braids and started to undo them both “You’re fine baby. I liked it as always.”
“M’ sorry I smacked your face but, I’m glad You liked it and a little concerned.” He said snickering to himself
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” i said defensively
“DONT ASK ME!” He said pulling his breifs back on and getting out of bed.
*cough, cough* “daddy issues” *cough,Cough*
“HAITANI I SWEAR TO GOD!”
“Okay! Okay!, but serious question.”
“Shoot”
“Did you call me daddy when I was giving you back shots”
“I’m going to kill you.”
I laid back in the bed looking at him, he leaned over me and his long hair was like a curtain.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you a mommy some day” he said a pushed in my stomach making his cum come out of me slightly “MOTHER FUC-“ he cut me off by kissing me.
“Alright I’m done” he always says
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After our nice bath, Ran massaged my legs and feet even shaved my legs for me Because he just wanted to But, who was I to deny him,
I washed his hair and brushed it and once it was dry he sat between my thighs as I combed and braided it.
Eventually, you passed out and since it was still early in the day he let you nap and laid between your legs is where he’s most comfortable anyway. Head resting on your mound, and had his head to the side resting on one thigh and the other on his shoulder. He took a picture between your thighs with finger shaped bruises and bite marks.
He smirked to himself and went to the group chat with the tenjiku executives when he saw the message pop up.
Izana: is y/n okay ran? He’s been taken care of.
Ran: attachment: 1 video, 1 image, Yeah, More than okay.
Rindou: first off, great. Second of all, don’t make promise you can’t fulfill big brother.
Shion: He won’t be bothering her anymore for sure, hopefully that attitude doesn’t get her in trouble with the wrong people. Such a good little girl you got.
Izana: good indeed. Not necessarily though, as said he’s willing to share.
Ran: she’s mine and don’t you forget that. But, she’s been warned that next time I won’t be the one punishing her.
Shion: hmm. We’ll see, she’s feisty and that mouth.. whew!
Ran: im aware, just waiting. Might intentionally make that happen who knows. But, at the end of the days she’s in my bed and on my dick. Remember it even if your balls deep in her.
Rindou: understood big bro that’s your girl. But, how far is too far. Does she know you just sent that?
Ran looked up at your sleeping face and turned from His spot between your legs and was face to face with your pussy he took a picture giving it a kiss.
Ran: attachment: 1 image. She’s dead asleep. Well there’s things we haven’t done but, she didn’t even object to me slapping her in the face, she moaned. I told her I’d let My gang fuck her while I was fucking her and she didn’t even object.
Izana: sounds like a well Trained slut to Me that’s all. And she moaned when you slapped her?
Rindou: SHE WHAT?
Shion: interesting reaction. Most women would cry and go to the police. Even during sex.
Ran: yup, definitely a keeper. And if she went to the police I’d have to kill her.
Shion: how do you know she hasn’t thought about fuckin Rindou already. I mean you two are brothers..
Rindou: shut up
Ran: I don’t care, she told me she’s never had a threesome and I asked her if she would she said I’d choose only and I said Rindou first and she was immediately flustered and again didn’t disagree.
Rindou: nice to know. I gotta go.
Shion: he’s definitely gonna go jerk off.
Rindou: I have to go fuck your mom
Izana: she’s scared of me i like it. A little fear never hurt anyone.
Ran: idk why but she knows better than to get attitude with you.
Izana: but I want her to. She won’t sit for minimum a week.
Ran laughed at his statement.
Ran: she won’t be walking for awhile too. I got It all on camera. Me slapping her and all but that definitely wasn’t consensual.
Oh yeah.. ran forgot he had installed cameras in the bed room while you guys were at that meeting. Again, not like he didn’t trust you he just wanted to have that for himself it was to the right side of the room so you can see the door the bathroom And most importantly the bed. He saved the footage and cropped it so you heard and saw the slap and moan.
Ran: Attachment: 1 video alright I’m out.
Rindou: you can’t just send that and be gone
Shion: I wanna purposely piss her off now.
Izana: Such a Masochist.
Ran: Byeeee
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Ran stuffed his face deeper between your legs and fell asleep with his nose buried in your pussy.
Fuckin weirdo.
Now all colleagues including his brother could only think about your tight cunt and definitely jerked off to your car tape twice. Rans messages went off and he saw a message from Rindou.
Rindou: Get y/n to come over sometime and we’ll make that dream a reality.
Ran: way ahead of you. Don’t be afraid to try things with her the others won’t have that much leniency with her.
Rindou: goodnight.
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i wonder
i wonder (if you remember the way we looked at each other)
— Living as roommates with your best friend is easy until someone fucks up and catches feelings.
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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, smut fem!reader, and they were roommates, childhood friends!au, university!au, quirkless!au, modern!au, americanized university experience, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, the plot is for the sex AHA, womanizer!shouto, shouto and reader are bad roommates but seiji is worse, shouto has sex at 16 for the first time, vouyerism-ish, iffy shouto tendencies, jealous!shouto, jealous!reader, drunk sex so dubcon depending on you, nipplegasms, reader has nipple piercings, blowjob, switching, marking, biting, scratching, praise kink, missing tag ;)
word count: 20,141
a/n: this is for the roommates bnharem collab! please check out all the other amazing fics and art! note to self, dont get drunk the night before this is due and I hope you guys enjoy this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! also,,, sorry if mobile doesn’t correctly format!
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You cracked your eyes open.
The gentle white stream of light permeated through soft cotton curtains, lighting the room in pale stripes and careful touches. Dust particles danced within the shining light, bending and twirling with the flowing air and moving winds. You breathed in deeply, your body still tired, your head still foggy from a night of distractions and too many drinks.
Your eyes are closed once again, your still hazy mind trying to ignore the bitter, rank taste of the alcohol and cum on your tongue and your hands scratching as your naked cleavage. There was still enough time in the day; it was Sunday after—
Wait.
CUM?!
Your eyes flew open, your lips smacking each other as you confirm the awful, salty taste of cum on your tongue. Your hands swiping up and down your front to confirm your state of undress. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, your palms immediately sweating as you try to think about just who the fuck you ended up back in bed with.
Think, y/n, think!
A small grunt came from behind you, and you felt your entire body go rigid immediately. The soft expel of air fanning against your sticky neck is both welcomed and untrusted. With what can only be described as you, as stiff as a stick, peering behind your shoulder similar to a mother who definitely heard her child throw up on her bed but is somehow praying that she was hearing shit, you turned around.
A messy bedhead of red and white greeted you: unfocused, sleepy grey, and brilliant blue eyes staring back at you with fond familiarity and welcome.
“‘Morning, y/n,” Todoroki Shouto grumbles, voice husky, scratchy, deeply warm from his slumber. His next words are damning, though, the slight pride and knowing implications in the small breathe he uttered next. “Had fun last night?”
There was silence, a stroke of hesitancy, then crushing all-consuming fear.
You screamed.
At the top of your lungs.
O N E W E E K A N D A D A Y E A R L I E R
“Who the fuck touched my fucking Angry Orchard Rosés?!” a voice snapped from the kitchen; the tone was fed up, seconds from blasting to smithereens.
You were in the living room, a pair of sweats on, your hair not put together, your face still bare. The music you played as part of your pregame ritual was practically vibrating the wooden floor as you sang along to your music. The telling glass bottle of deliciously pink alcohol swinging inconspicuously between your fingers as you drank it between verses. Despite your other roommate (who you repeatedly told your friends to be ‘like Bakugou but a gazillion times worse because you don’t and can’t like him,’) being seconds from trying to start another feud or possibly a lawsuit against you, your mouth dropped in mock shock before guzzling down the rest of the drink.
“I saw that you fucking skank!” Shishikura Seiji screeched from the kitchen; his stomps were long and heavy as he made his way from the kitchen to the living room where you were. “There were two bottles left in there! Don’t tell me your alcoholic ass drank them both! So help me, I’ll press on your damn chest until you’re puking out my drink.”
“Shishikura, stop,” Shouto spoke up, his own arm raising as he took a long, slow drink from the other missing rosé bottle. “These are 2% alcohol, you’ve had them in the fridge for months now, and you never drink them anyways.”
You grinned as you pulled the glass bottle from your lip, your face failing at the fake look of surprise, guilt, and sorrow for your unwanted and unneeded roommate.
“Sorry, they’re such girly drinks. I figured I’d take them off your hands,” you speak with distractingly bright amusement. “Alcoholics like me, we don’t care. Watch out; I might go for your mouth wash if you’re not too careful.”
“You do that, and I’ll poison you like a damn bitch,” Shishikura threatened, his voice in a menacing growl.
“Ooooo, you want me to bark for you, Shishikura? Want me on my hands and knees?” you taunt back, walking backward until you’re collapsing onto the couch besides Shouto. Your arm quickly sneaks between his, and you lay your head on his shoulder. Shishikura’s face is flushed red, his pupils beady as he trembles with concealed rage.
“She’s quite good at it,” Shouto chimes in, the corner of his mouth twitching into an amused smirk as he takes another drink of the weak liquor. He shifts on the couch, allowing you to curl more comfortably at his side; the both of you know just how much your incredibly prude roommate hates any sort of PDA. “Want to hear her bark? She’s also quite good with her tongue.”
As if to emphasize Shouto’s point, you stuck out your tongue, refusing to break eye contact with Shishikura as the tip of your tongue breached the opening of the bottle.
“The actual fuck is wrong with the both of you?!” Shishikura spluttered, his face somehow turning purple and green and red. A truly incredible sight to be had. “‘Childhood friends are great roommates to have’ my fucking ass, you both are monstrosities!”
Shishikura stormed out of the living room, his ears neon red as his purple hair fell to cover his face. As soon as he was out of sight, you turned to Shouto, your tongue removing itself from the bottle and back into your mouth as you began to laugh loudly.
Childhood friends to roommates, ah, what a remarkable story you had with Todoroki Shouto.
It was accurate to relay that you had known Shouto for more than seventeen years now at your current age of twenty-one. Seventeen years of being what is easily seen as the best of friends, the closest companions, and indeed a bond that would withstand time and situation.
The two of you met during the first week of what was preschool. Although both of you could not remember a single instance of events during this time, your mothers had always been excited to relay this story to you for many years that you could remember. It was odd to try to remember it, but even as they painted a picture of your first interaction, you could do nothing but admit that it sounded exactly like how it could have gone.
You couldn’t remember being four years old; you don’t recall what it was like to strain your neck to look up at your parents or how it felt to be so utterly dependent but to scream brazenly about your childish independence. Your mother smiles when she retells the story of your first interaction, of how you were holding her hand as she walked you to the building where your preschool was to be had.
Your hand was so small in hers. Tightly clutching onto her fingers as you looked around at the other children who were also arriving or had already arrived. Some children were bawling by their parents, others aimlessly playing with toys, and some were attempting to talk to one another, but by the apparent looks of curiosity surrounding the babbling and rambling tangents that could only be understood by a firing toddler brain, everyone was getting along.
A teacher greeted you kindly, squatting down to reach your eye level as they excitedly introduced themselves and asked for your name. You, of course, with your hands clutching the skirts of your mother’s dress, responded with hesitant confidence.
“You’re such a brave girl!” the teacher awed happily, stretching out a hand for you. “Is it okay if I take you from your mom and show you which cubby is yours?”
There was a moment of confusion, then clear understanding hovering over your little head. Your mom looked down with an encouraging smile and pushed you forward.
“Do I get a middle cubby? I don’t want a top one,” you admit, your hand stretching out to grab the teacher’s stretched-out hand.
Your mother watched on happily as you removed your schoolbag and lunchpail and placed them neatly within the somehow middle cubby marked with your name. The teacher also helped you put on your white school slippers before gesturing towards the bright, colorful room, their mouth moving as if explaining every little detail before pointing at the corner. Your mother tilted her head, curious as she followed the teachers point to the corner of the room where a boy with exceptional red and white hair — split perfectly in the middle — sat quietly, with fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
(Shouto, although he can not remember this day himself, will argue with you and only you that he was, in fact, NOT crying.)
Trying to not allow the shock of the unnatural hair color affect her, your mother watched as you nodded to your new teacher and walked over with clenched fist confidence to the small boy.
She watched as you approached him, your jaw moving as you so obviously spoke, hopefully introducing yourself. The boy looked up at you with bright, wet eyes but seemed to speak right back to you.
“Alright, parents! Thank you all for dropping off your children! Do not worry. We will take great care of them all, and they are in competent hands! First days are hard for everyone, so if you can exit quietly, I, and the rest of us teachers, would appreciate that greatly!”
Or at least that’s what Rei claimed the teacher said. However, your mother was watching on with increasing exponential horror as she watched you throw a punch at the air before twisting around and pointing right at her and saying with a voice that was much too loud.
“Punch whoever made you cry, Shouto-chan! My mama says that it is okay to punch bullies!”
Thankfully no one but your mother heard you, and even though she scolded you on the way out, whisper yelling that you “better not punch anyone!” her relief was for naught.
When she would return in the afternoon, a bit late because there had been a hold up on the train, you were pouting sitting on the floor with a scuffled uniform, your arms crossed definitely. Next to you was the boy with red and white hair, equally scuffed next to a white-haired woman and an older white-haired boy.
“Oh my god, what happened?!” she shrieked, racing over to you.
“Y/l/n-san,” the teacher spoke with a tone that indicated disappointment with the subtle undertone of amusement. “Y/n-chan has something to tell you.”
Your mother had taught you many things, she will admit, in your very short life. But sass and annoyment was something not often seen in your household or in you, and to see it so blatantly on your chubby-cheeked face was quickly giving your mother greys.
“Shouto-chan told me that his stupid bully brother Touya was being a meanie, and so I helped him punch him back!” you said with tears in your eyes because you didn’t want to back down from your actions, but you also did not like being scolded. “I don’t regret it!”
“Y/n!”
“Y/n-chan!”
“I don’t either,” Shouto-chan grumbled as your mother collapsed to her knees and began to profusely apologize for you to the woman who was undoubtedly Shouto’s mother. “Touya-nii was making fun of my hair again… y/n-chan helped me, though. Please don’t scold her!”
To say the most in the shortest amount of time, you were, in fact, scolded despite Shouto’s begging. Touya stopped making fun of Shouto’s natural hair. Rei accepted your mother’s apology. The teachers were given two bottles of sake.
And, of course, the most important, the most paramount thing to arise from this first day of school was that your and Todoroki Shouto’s friendship was now bound by blood, sweat, and tears.
Preschool became elementary school, which became middle school, and fading into highschool.
It was without saying that your relationship, your friendship with Todoroki Shouto, was probably one of the biggest, most defining parts of your entire life. He was there when your first tooth fell out, when he dropped ice cubes down people’s shirts, you two had bathed together when you were young, had sleepovers well past the age where him being a boy and you being a girl should have made things weird. You laughed when his voice cracked and dropped, he elbowed your chest plenty when you began growing boobs, you taunted his lack of body hair, he bought you your favorite ice cream and heating packs on your first period. You attended cram school together, went to the park and beaches on days off from school. You were partners in every school activity except under specific circumstances. He had listened to you when you told him excitedly about your first kiss when you turned fourteen, and you laughed when he said at the age of fifteen that he had still yet to kiss anyone.
Everyone always claimed, always asked, wondered, and whispered if the two of you were dating. Childhood friends still this close and not dating? Unheard of; practically illegal! Nevertheless, you ignored the disappointed frowns or the hopeful grins as you and Shouto both denied any sort of romantic connection.
Soon the both of you were in high school, and Shouto was mere days from turning sixteen. Much like when the both of you were when you were four years old, you seemed to be the one spouting many words — sometimes unnecessary words that wound you both up in trouble — of wisdom. You were loud when you needed, talking most of the time only to him and your surprisingly large group of friends. (You weren’t that surprised. Everyone wanted to be friends with the handsome, could easily be royalty or a model, Todoroki Shouto.) Shouto remained, for better or worse, quiet, reserved, and a bit awkward. He was a sweet boy, don’t get it wrong, and you would protect him until the end of your days, but the boy was a complete airhead and relied on you for interpreting social interactions.
“Camie-senpai wants me to go over to her house after my birthday,” Shouto explains, his hands exchanging his school shoes for his outdoor ones. “Something about wanting to do that one second-year first-year student project thing for the third years right away.”
“You have Camie?” you ask, slumping against the metal lockers with a slight thud. “Lucky, she’s so nice… I have stupid Agoyamato. Have you had a conversation with him? It’s actually the worst! He thinks he’s all that!”
“I’m sure it’ll be okay; you’re nice enough that he won’t be like… that,” Shouto smiles, slinging his bag on his shoulders before nudging his head towards the exit. “Ready?”
“Am I ever ready?” you ask with a whine but nevertheless proceed onward.
Time passed, and between cram school, actual school, some clubs, eventually January 11th passed and you held an ice cream cake that Shouto loved. You ate the cake together, relaxing as you sat in the warmth of his kitchen.
“Happy birthday, Shoucchan, never change!” you chirp, shoving his arm that rose to place the piece of cake in his mouth with your shoulder and watched as the sweet pastry splattered on top of the table. “...um?”
“I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”
“Only ten?! What about the happy birthday boy.”
“Oh, true. Three seconds to run.”
“Why?!”
“It’s my birthday.”
An hour later, when your stomach hurt from laughing too much and the sickly sweet weight of too much ice cream cake, you lay snuggled into Shouto’s side as the both of you watched some old movie.
“Thanks for always being here for me,” you mumble, eyes growing heavy as the heat of Shouto’s body began to lull you to sleep.
“I’m always here for you,” Shouto softly responded, hand gliding up and down the curve of your spine. “We should get you home. Your mom yelled and nearly skinned us both the last time you fell asleep here.”
“Only cuz she’s scared that we’ll have some sudden revelation we like each other and fuck each other’s brains out,” you groaned, absolutely not content with having to move. With your face buried in your hands now, you missed the weird pattern in Shouto’s chest over that.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“...fine, just because it’s your birthday.”
The next day, when Shouto followed Camie home instead of you, there was something that made you feel off as you waved at them goodbye. It wasn’t jealousy, that much you knew, but something worse when you watched the way your never-been-kissed-before best friend was ignorant to the dark eyes Camie sent his way.
To be quite honest, you’re not sure if you should be as surprised as you are when you get a phone call at ten p.m. to the sound of a confused, suppressed, overwhelmed voice of your best friend asking if you could confirm if Camie had fucked him. You then stayed on the phone for Shouto until well past two a.m., your heart hurting as he recounted the memory over and over again. You weren’t sure as to why your heart was breaking. By the sounds of it, Shouto had actually enjoyed it, but with every stammer to his voice, you felt lightyears away.
Most shockingly, however, was the effects this had on Shouto and his overall persona.
From ages four until fifteen, Todoroki Shouto was someone who was quiet, observant, took things a bit too literally, at all times was entirely precious in the way he interacted with people, and most importantly, unaware of the female population who lusted after him. It worked well for you because it was fun to tease him about things, nag him about how he was sixteen, and hadn’t been kissed even though if he asked any girl at school to kiss him, they definitely would.
But sixteen-year-old Todoroki Shouto was a new shift, a new paradigm for you to learn. It wasn’t that he wasn’t confident before, but now he emitted a sense of confidence that he was aware of, that everyone was aware of. He became mature, sophisticated, styled even. He was still at times quiet, always completely observant. He rarely took things literally and understood rhetoric and sarcasm and hyperboles. Long gone were the days of preciousness, and instead, there was a sense of a predator on the hunt that bled in the way that he talked to people. Most importantly, however, he was fully aware of the female population and precisely who was lusting after him.
He flirted with women and girls. You would find him leaning against the lockers talking with them, somehow trapping them despite not actually trapping them. A new girl was sitting at your table with him practically every week in high school, each girl asking for the hundredth millionth time that the both of you were not dating. Some girls were even bold enough to apologize to you for stealing your best friend — as if you wanted Shouto.
You had already seen his dick, thank you very much (although the last time you saw it was well before you were nine years old), you weren’t missing out on how it probably looked now! Honestly, you had no idea how Shouto never managed to run out of female students to fuck, the school wasn’t that large, and he seemed to go through a few a week sometimes.
But he was your best friend, your childhood friend, and no matter how many girls came crawling back to your lunch table, bawling to Shouto to take him back, soaking the fabric of your skirt to help convince him to take her back, you stayed. You stayed, accepting the fact that your best friend had become an awkward teenage boy and turned into some high school sex freak.
You stayed when his shaggy hairstyle was clipped and became short.
Overnight, just as he went from being a complete virgin to not one, he went from a scrawny sixteen-year-old boy to a leanly built eighteen-year-old hot-ass heartthrob womanizer.
High school wasn’t forever. Even though it took you about a year to accept and integrate Shouto’s new sex life and behavior into your daily lifestyle with him (he always left four of the three days open for you as all his relationships were casual only). Soon enough, the both of you relaxed and found your own relationship to be entirely the same, and when university exams and applications came about, it was decided that yet again, the both of you would follow each other anywhere.
Which is where you were now.
Tokyo University, a third-year student, living in an upscale three-person apartment with your best friend, of course. Shouto plus someone who practically begged in the most unbegging way to live with you.
Todoroki Shouto and Shishikura Seiji in the same apartment as you made for an interesting combination.
You hadn’t wanted Shishikura Seiji as a roommate at all. Period.
There were about eleven other people you only considered asking, but they all said no for their own reasons. Bakugou and Midoriya had found their own apartment closer to the University, and for much cheaper, Kirishima and Mina were RA’s and could not move in. Kaminari said he liked Sero’s couch too much to leave, and Sero couldn’t live in an apartment without a balcony. Momo said the room was too small, Jirou said she’d rather continue living with Momo, Uraraka said it was a tad bit too much for her to afford (to be fair, you didn’t have to pay because the Todoroki’s were paying for your housing, but you understood), Tsuyu and Hagakure said they were living at home. Iida said he would be too uncomfortable living with a couple.
Everyone you found on the street wouldn’t accept your offer. Hence, Shouto invited the meatball and rosé obsessed Shishikura Seiji to live with the two of you simply because he was Shouto’s lab partner in one of his advanced physics classes. Stupid chemical engineering nerd.
At twenty-one years, you can now say that you’ve entirely adjusted to Shouto’s womanizer ways. Too often do you find yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, a steaming cup of tea in your hand as you drink it in slowly, watching with much amusement as either a no-name girl leaves or a walk of shame Shouto enters. It happens at most five times a week; you were used to it. While the unease had finally left, you had to admit you were impressed your best friend could easily sleep around as he did and maintain his outstanding grades.
However, just because you were finally used to Shouto’s womanizer tendencies didn’t mean the world was. Even in University, your fellow students would ask with wide eyes and behind flat palms if the two of you were dating — specifically if Shouto was cheating on you or if it was an open relationship. You would each and every time, smile cheekily, shake your head and say with a roll of your eyes: “No, we’re not dating. He’s not cheating, and no, this is nothing more than us being best friends. Sho is too much of a jealous person to allow for an open relationship.”
Somehow, the constant begging of approval and the erasure of any romantic connection between you and Shouto from the plethora of female students at Tokyo University wasn’t even the most annoying part of it all. No, not at all.
What really ground your nerves was a pattern you noticed when you were eighteen.
Unlike Shouto, you hadn’t had the chance to lose your virginity until you were eighteen. Most of the boys who liked you always assumed you and Shouto were dating, the ones who gathered the courage to ask you out anyways were boys you were less than impressed with. By some act of some higher god, your crush — the school's third-year baseball team's captain when you were a first-year — reappeared in your life and asked you out. It wasn’t your best decision, you can fully admit it, but he was friendly and sweet as he fucked you in his small bed.
You hadn’t expected sex to be like that, and if you had enjoyed this, you couldn’t help but wonder just how Shouto was in bed to have girls behaving like that.
However, the spell was broken when he helped you change back into your clothes, and he begged you not to tell Shouto he was the person you cheated on him with.
It was on this day that it clicked.
What went for him, unfortunately, went for you too.
Except where girls rose to the challenge to dethrone you from Shouto’s side (a shame because they were vying for a seat that you had no claim over), the boys lowered their head like some damn omega to Shouto’s alpha.
Disgusting.
Even with the plentiful, plethora, consistent denial of your relationship with Shouto, even with the tally of girls, Shouto’s bedded (and more excitedly, deflowered — ugh!) rose consistently, no one ever really believed you weren’t dating him! Too many a time, you had been centimeters from making out with a guy for them to pull away, screeching that they couldn’t allow you to betray Shouto. The men who didn’t care were sleezebags, and thus, with a growl and a snarl, you found that you were only able to fuck men who thought jackhammering their fingers into your labia — yes, your labia — would make you cum.
You didn’t want to say you hated your childhood best friend for such duplicitous, selfish reasons… but you did.
But today was Saturday, a few months into the new second semester of the school year, and with school spirit once again high and workload low. The entire campus was brimming with parties, celebrations, alcohol drinking competition, sleazy dancing, and enough sexual tension to kill all celibate people.
So, we look back to where we started.
Shishikura Seiji running away as you nestled back against Shouto’s chest.
“I didn’t think he was actually going to drink these things,” Shouto sighed, spinning the last few remaining drinks of his rosé in his hand. “It’s been in the fridge for almost five months.”
“He probably made his meatballs again and needed something terrible to blame the flavor on,” you half joke half say in complete seriousness. You were not fond of Shishikura at all, and he was not fond of you either. He had a tendency to mansplain everything, which continuously ground on your nerves, especially when he had no jurisdiction to act so confidently.
He was a physics major, not a goddamn god.
Fuck off.
“I feel sorta bad,” Shouto sighs, his hand low and warm on your waist. “But I will admit, these drinks are practically like carbonated water.”
“2% alcohol,” you stress, your grin widening as you pull away from his chest to stare at him. Your gaze is bright, and his eyes are filled with amusement. “You’re either the world's lightest lightweight or a child with no tolerance to actually expect to get drunk off this shit.”
“I think you’re slurring your words already though, you sure you’re okay, lightweight?” Shouto teases, his soft smirk teasing.
“Who was the one who took three shots and passed out?” you wonder innocently, finger to your chin as if you were trying to remember.
“At least I don’t throw up when I crossfade.”
“IT'S NOT MY FAULT. MY BIOLOGY JUST HAPPENS TO WORKS THAT WAY!”
“Alright, bitch,” Shouto snorts, completely unattractively, “hurry up and get ready, yeah? We have a party we’re already late to, and we have no drinks for an actual pregame.”
You squeal excitedly, having forgotten the massive party that was being held a few blocks away. “I’ll be ready in ten!”
Typically, when you went out partying, you went with the group of eleven people you would have rather replaced Shishikura as a roommate. To get ready for said parties, you would always find yourself at Momo’s place with an outfit change, makeup bag, and hair styling items. You had made it a tradition with the other girls to get ready together. The only exceptions to which this wouldn’t happen was when someone had a work event or some family thing come up.
In your case, you had been stuck at a professor's office, diligently helping to put together their research journal as they were in their final steps of publishing their findings. Due to your friendly relationship with your professor, the time had been lost, and your ten p.m. call time to arrive at Momo’s had been missed with a quick:
↳ held up at work! go on without me, sorry! see you at the party!!!!
When you crashed through the front door of your apartment, you froze, seeing Shouto in the hallway by the mirror. Sometime between getting his haircut to be shorter and from this day, he had begun to style his hair by threading it back by his fingers, and boy, it looked fucking good. He was already dressed up for the party. Black joggers, a white t-shirt that was a bit too small if the tight, seductive way it clung to his muscles spoke of anything, and a hoodie he had no care about in case he lost it after taking it off once getting there. Shouto was practically immune to all weather types, he could be in both snow or fire without a single worry, but he knew that a large sweatshirt that smelled like him was enough to hook and line any truly desperate female.
Shouto had chuckled, taking in your frazzled state with years of practice and nudged toward the fridge, already knowing that you had missed your pregaming with the girls.
“Shishikura has two rosés left. Grab ‘em, and we can pregame together.”
But that was all unimportant and already said.
In the end, it took you thirty minutes to get ready.
You had practically smeared on your makeup, hoping the warm, crazy miscoloring would be hidden within the crazy light show the party would definitely be displaying. Your outfit consisted of a tank top that exposed your cleavage and a skirt that hugged your legs and ass just right.
You came stumbling out of your room, fingers trying to shove on your earrings, the rings on your fingers clicking loudly against each other. You smiled breathily, gratefully accepting Shouto’s sweater as you slipped on your comfortable heels at the doorway before hurrying out.
Shouto kept an arm around your shoulder the entire way out, the immense heat of his body keeping you warm as his sweater rested lazily, awkwardly, around your shoulders and arms. You didn’t want to put it entirely on to save your makeup, and in case anyone had any fucking thing to say about the show you and Shouto were putting on. Eventually, the bright and comical conversation between you and Shouto began to grow louder as the pounding of dance music began to ring in your ears. Soon enough, you passed a few drunk people, more and more, until you reached the house where the party was.
Shoving the sweatshirt into Shouto’s chest, you grinned as the smell of alcohol, weed, over-cologne men and women, the faint smell of puke, and the gross crawl of BO flooded your nose.
Ah yes, nothing like a university party.
Shouto laughs at your evident piqued excitement, and after he pulls on the light blue sweatshirt, he grabs your hand, and into the overcrowded home you go.
The intense heat of overcrowded bodies on a dance floor that also makes up a drinking game floor makes you grateful for your choice of clothes. Everyone around you is already drunk, sloshed, intoxicated off their ass as unknown drinks spill from their red Solo cups, sometimes even raining down on you. You grimace as Shouto continues to pull you through. You can taste the Hennesy on your upper lip and somehow know that whoever was drinking it was a freshman with a vendetta to kill his liver and love for drinking before coming of legal age.
“What do you want to drink?” Shouto yells over the nearly obnoxiously loud music. He has his sight on the drinks counter. “Mixed or the juice?”
“Fuck me up with the jungle juice!” you yell right back, pressing to his side as two dancing (see, vigorously dry-humping) nearly trample on top of you. “Parties are meant to be a non-sober event. I need to be borderline blacked out five hours ago!”
The agreeing chuckle from Shouto isn’t heard by you at all, but you can feel his chest give a familiar vibration as finally, he pulls you from the sea of bodies to where the floor is especially wet and sticky. You’ve reached the bar area.
Grabbing your own red Solo Cup, you watch as Shouto makes his own drink. Heavy on the alcohol, light on the mixer, and a good handful of ice (he’s always liked the cold better). His hand reaches for your cup and you offer your cup up as he opens up an ice chest filled with neon-colored jungle juice.
When the drink is returned to you, the both of you cheers and take a long drink.
“Y/N!”
“Y/N-CHAN!”
“You’re finally here, you fucking slut! Getcha fat ass over here now!”
Your neck is twisted to see the absolutely plastered group of girls you considered to be your closest friends, and you laugh loudly.
“Seems like I’m needed,” you yell at Shouto, trying your best to act nonchalantly as he smiles knowingly at you. “Text me about what you decide to do if we don’t see each other?”
“Of course,” he simply responds before placing the curve of his cup back onto his lip as hands grabbed your arms and whisked you away.
In a matter of sixty minutes, you all had played five drinking games.
The girls felt it was imperative to get you to their level right away, so they started off with a game of King’s Cup. Not only was the deck rigged against you — you pulled all four of the four cards and thus had to chug four times — but you had drawn the last King and drank some weird concoction of jungle juice, a tequila shot, a vodka shot, and whatever the fucking hell Mina was drinking. How you managed to chug that and stay on your feet was beyond you, but it was without saying that you had utterly and inevitably caught up with the girls.
After the King's Cup came the Flip Cup game, your team won thankfully due to Mina’s one flip wonder as Kaminari struggled to down the shot in the cup.
After Flip Cup came Smoke or Fire, a game that had Tsuyu stuck on the bus for a record-breaking one round. No one could believe she did that.
Then came a round of Shot Roulette to end with what you were currently doing now, using a drinking card game Momo had made in her spare time to do embarrassing things at random.
Five games in an hour… you questioned if there was by any chance illegal substances in the jungle juice because it had felt like a whopping two minutes.
“It’s midnight!” Hagakure hollered, stumbling backward as she grinned in drunken, stupid happiness. She giggled before singing, “Midnight… memoriessss~!”
Mina groaned at the reference but completely perked up as the dance music changed suddenly from its slightly mellow, good vibe song to none other than Everytime We Touch by Cascada. By tradition, by applicable law by all and every god, when this one song played, everyone needed to stop what they were doing and immediately head to the dance floor.
With your hand slightly sticky with alcohol, and your mind absolutely clouded with alcohol, you whooped loudly as Mina dragged you to the dancefloor.
You, seven girls, formed a closed circle, your Solo cups sloshing over with alcohol, and your faces scrunched tight as you danced and sang as loudly as you could. Each pounding beat of music vibrated in your chest, each offkey note sung by the party-goers making you feel light, happy, dizzy, and oh so perfectly drunk. For just a split moment, you lock eyes with Shouto, who’s across the dance floor, his arms wrapped around some girl you don’t recognize, eyes drinking you in. You smile for a bit before turning back around, arms rocketing up to the air with your excitement.
Although the song ended, the DJ continued to play bangers, and you never once stopped in your mirthful dancing and grinding against your friends as the night continued to carry on. But when you spun out from Mina, your entire world spinning with it, a pair of warm, heavy, large hands rested on your waist, and you laughed.
“Who is this?” you ask, head slamming backward to try and look at the person who had caught you yet hadn’t tried grinding against you. “Oh, Inasa? Hi!”
Yoarashi Inasa was one of your University's well-known jocks. He was a skilled runner, one of the best Japan has ever seen despite his body type telling you he was a bodybuilder. Immediately your smile of idiotic stupor became intentful, seductive, still bordering extreme intoxication. Was Inasa your type? No, not really, but you could reasonably and accurately say that he was a handsome man, with a fantastic body, not to mention a pleasant personality.
You also itched to know what his dick looked like.
This was definitely someone you could see yourself fucking tonight.
“Hi, y/l/n,” Inasa said, his naturally loud voice easily picked up on despite the music being blasted in your ear. “How’s your night going?”
You lick your dry lips, eyes blinking a few times before you turn in his arms, your arms stretching so that you could wrap them around his neck. “Better now that you’re here,” you smile shyly. “How’s yours.”
“Ahem,” Inasa blushes, his eyes staring straight at your cleavage before looking back up at you. “H-Hoping to get better from here! Well, I’m sure it will be.”
“Oh?” you ask, your confidence building faster and faster as you press further against him. “Anything you have in mind?” —you press your thigh suggestively against the semi-hard spot against his jeans. — “Anyway... I can... help?”
Inasa groans deep in his chest, his head knocking backward at your implications, the pleasant vibrations passing on to you. You grin, fingers scraping against the bottom of his buzzcut and bringing him closer, praying for a kiss. But as he returns his head back down, his gaze leaves yours for a split second, and you watch in horror as a sobering look washes over him.
“Actually… you’re here with some random dude, right? I don’t want to step on his toes. I thought I saw you come in with some guy; sorry y/l/n, I can’t do this.”
And just as quickly as he was against you, he was gone.
It took everything in you not to screech bloody murder over the fact that you were once again left horny with no man to take responsibility for it.
Calculated Rate of Not Getting Dicked Down When I Want to Get Dicked Down When Coming to a Party With Shouto: 78%
Calculated Rate of Not Getting Dicked Down When I Want to Get Dicked Down When Coming to a Party Without Shouto: 22%
Walking home alone, cold, and with extreme bitterness towards Yoarashi Inasa was a sadly sobering experience. By the time you collapsed onto your bed, you were only slightly buzzed, boarding sobriety while not being sober exactly.
Fuck men.
Fuck their cowardness over a nonexistent romantic/sexual relationship between you and Shouto.
But also… you really wanted to fuck men right now.
The slicked horniness of the potential thought of bedding Inasa had made its unignorable appearance via your soaked panties. You hated yourself, hated your biological needs and lusts.
“I’ll wring Shouto’s neck in front of all of them next time,” you grumble to yourself. “Stage a fake breakup for an imaginary thing…”
Nestling further into your pillows, your eyes closed, body relaxing against the bed when a peculiar sound seemed to echo in your ear.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Your eyes slammed open, your jaw-dropping at the very obvious, entirely embarrassing sound of Shouto having sex on his desk sounded in your room! Of course it sounded in your room. His desk was pressed to your wall because that would mean whenever he was his icky womanizer self, you wouldn’t have to hear anything! Your rooms were soundproof but apparently not movement proof.
The thwack of the wood desk slammed against the wall, and with your ear so close to the wall, you began to hear the shaky, intense breathing of Shouto. The whines, keens, and screams of the girl he was fucking as she begged for more. Sobbing that his cock was too much for her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Your panties soaked even more, and with a brain that somehow retracted back into its state of stupor, your fingers brushed against your swollen, ready clit.
This was wrong, so very, very wrong, you thought, the sounds of pitched whining against the stupidly impressive, steady, consistent fucking.
Your mind was a drunken fever.
Your eyes closed not all the way, yet blind to the wall before you as your finger danced and teased against your demanding clit.
You whined softly, matching the groaning of Shouto, who banged something other than the desk into the wall.
For a moment, just this once, you wanted to be the one desperately clinging to Shouto’s back, hips snapping and circling in tandem to his, allowing him to drill his cock deep within you. Your back arched, heat reaching your toes, buzzing filling your lips.
“Yes, fuck, right there, Todoroki!” the girl screamed, begged, and prayed. “Oh my god, yes, yes yes, right there, right the— mmph!”
You find your teeth sinking into your fist, trying to keep your pounding, horny induced brain from crying out. You wanted to know what he was doing to her, if he had kissed her silent, shoved his fingers in her mouth. Maybe he had fucked her so good she couldn’t possibly say more.
There is nothing from Shouto you can hear, no noises of praise, nothing except the occasional ragged breath that seems to permeate through the walls and whisper sweetly, teasingly, like a succumbs in your ear.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
It increases, in noise, the wall separating your room from his beginning to rattle, shake in his conquest.
Your fingers are wet, entirely slippery with your conquest, your hips thrashing against your touch, clinging to a phantom memory of the last male you had managed to fuck. Then, as your stomach trembles with the orgasm that's mere seconds from blessing you with a release, you hear him—Shouto.
“Fuck.”
It’s not much. If anything, this girl should be so embarrassed she hasn’t been able to elicit a loud response from Shouto, but it’s a verbal gift from heaven above for you. His voice, tight, husky, drenched with a driving lust, whispers to you and only you, wrapping you in this blanket of solitude and need.
With your back arching from the mattress, your hips leaving the soft surface, and your jaw growing slack, your moan is silent, unheard by no one but the heavens as you cum. Heat floods throughout your entire body, tickling and twirling in you until you can’t do anything but shudder, shaking as you fall back down on your bed, dizzy and completely satisfied.
You don’t think about it.
Don’t try to unpack just what happened right now because the reality that you had just masturbated to the sound of your childhood best friend fucking some random girl is a bit too much. Even for you.
So you don’t think about it, and soon the thudding of the desk on the wall is nothing but a drumming lullaby, and sleep consumes you.
When you wake up, you don’t remember what you did.
You get up and trudge to the bathroom, your party clothes abandoned completely so that you’re wearing nothing but a large shirt you had stolen from Shouto years ago. You scratch your belly as you walk into the bathroom, eyes caked with your sleep still as you begin brushing your teeth.
As you brush your teeth, you begin to take off last night's makeup — well, whatever remained of it.
Spitting out the last foamy remains of the paste from your mouth, you rinsed your mouth before washing your skin. You looked much more awake now. Slapping your cheeks in an encouraging, ‘im a functional human adult taking part in some random face wash commercial,’ you exited the bathroom and went to the kitchen.
Shishikura was already in the kitchen, his face expressionless, entirely dead to the world as he scooped some rice into a bowl and topped it off with some eggs.
“Morning,” you yawn, arms stretching over your head as you near closer to your unwanted roommate.
Shishikura sneers at you, but even he was more polite in the morning, sometimes.
“I heard the both of you get back last night,” Shishikura mocked, slamming the lid to his rice cooker with an unimpressed scowl. “You were thirty minutes apart. You know, if you two still want to be partying like a bunch of eighteen-year-olds, do it respectfully.”
Your smile back at him is as fake as he is, and you refuse to move out of the way as he tries to walk back to his room. He growls — gross? — and sidesteps you, grumbling the entire way back to his room as you roll your eyes at his retreating form.
What a child.
You entered the kitchen, fixing up your own things for breakfast.
Kettle brewing hot water for tea, rice cooker on for your own rice (you make enough for Shouto too), and you begin cooking some ham and eggs, readying yourself for a Sunday for going to the library and studying. You hummed to yourself, your phone plugged into the speaker as your music filled the quiet morning air.
You bobbed your head in rhythm with the music, your eyes concentrating on slowly cooking eggs as you poured the hot water from your kettle into the teacup. As you placed your teabag in, you looked up to the sound of a creaking door and grinned wickedly as a girl with light blue hair walked out of the hall you and Shouto’s room were in.
Her dress was rumbled, a few blooming red and purple marks sitting prettily on her collarbone, and her face flushed red as she began to scurry out.
“Bye!” you call out, laughing at the scared eep from the girl and the disgruntled groan from Shouto’s room.
You set down your tea, flipping the eggs in the pan as you heard more shuffling before finally, Shouto made his appearance. He was in nothing but grey sweatpants that sat so low on his waist you could not only see the band of his boxer-briefs, but you were entirely aware of the v-lines, the abs, the pecs, and the small happy trail from his belly button down. You also noted that there was not a single mark on his body, and you wondered if he had ever taken a single mark from a one-night fuck before.
God really cursed you with an objectively attractive best friend, huh.
“Morning, slut,” you sing, noticing with happiness that your rice cooker sang a merry tune, indicating that the rice was done. “Breakfast?”
“Mm,” Shouto grumbled, his hands rubbing his face as he trudged closer to the kitchen, taking a spot on one of the stools. “Depends. Did you make it?”
“...I always make it.”
“I think I like Shishikura’s breakfast better.”
Silence.
You glare at Shouto, and in turn, his lips press to a comfortable, teasing smile.
“Fend for your damn self then.”
Shouto laughed loudly as you began to stubbornly fix yourself a bowl of both your servings. You ate far less than he did, but still enough to fill you until after three pm, so the size of your bowl was hysterical.
“You’re such a horrible wife-roommate,” Shouto accuses, standing up from the stool and entering the kitchen to try and persuade you otherwise to give him his own food. “And here I thought that you liked cooking for me.”
“Go tell your stupid wife-roommate Shishikura instead,” you cry loudly, the faux sniffles from you stupidly fake as you begin to shovel a mouthful of rice and eggs into your mouth. “I’m shwure you’chll beh happ t’gther!”
“That’s absolutely disgusting, y/l/n,” Shouto accuses, his nose scrunching as he traps you in his arms, mouth trying to intercept the food moving from your bowl and into your mouth.
With another desire to prove how unsatisfied in your roommate-marriage you were, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue full of uneaten, partially chewed rice.
“Ea’ eh!” you mocked, your grin growing as Shouto’s initial instinct was to whip his head away from you.
But as always, because Shouto enjoyed being incredibly annoying, he went after your tongue, readying to eat the chewed-up food off your very tongue.
Eventually, you gave Shouto back his part of the breakfast, laughing as the both of you chatted about who was going to repay Shishikura for the used rosés. Neither one of you could decide, and so it was something to be solved later. Noon, however, came and with a nod, you accepted Shouto’s hug goodbye, to which you twisted his nose triumphantly as you waddled out of the front door, clothed in your winter gear, textbooks, and laptop,
It was time to brave the world and get this paper done.
“Mina, I mean… absolutely no offense when I say this, but it still shocks me every time you say you’re a chemistry major. You just seem so…”
“Dumb?”
“Yeah.”
“You gotta be some kind of stupid to willingly take inorganic chem,” Mina laughed, balancing her textbooks on her head as the both of you climbed the stairwell to the library’s study rooms. “That's why I have the dance minor! Best of both worlds!”
“Could never forget about that,” you laughed as the both of you neared the top of the stairwell.
You didn’t mean to notice him. As a matter of fact, most of your failed conquests at parties never amounted to much anger from you, but seeing Inasa from across the way, his face buried in some aerodynamics textbook, anger boiled in you. On the way to meeting with Mina, you had realized your mistake last night and how you wouldn’t have made said mistake if it hadn’t been for Inasa! You could’ve been dicked down, slammed against your bed and wall as the giant of a man fucked you!
“I’ll be right back,” you sneered, eyes narrowing as you passed your textbook to Mina.
With fire following in ever long, powerful stride, you blinked and immediately found yourself before Inasa.
“Hi. Wanna explain what happened last night?”
Inasa reacted as if you had shot him, his knees coming up to hit the table, his body knocking backward, and he tumbled, crashing to the floor as you watched with a gaping mouth.
“Y-Y/L/N!” Inasa shouted, his face going through half a billion emotions before settling in anxiety-filled fear. You watched, horrified yourself, as he swung to his knees, his head crashing to the floor as he began apologizing to you. “GOODMORNING, HOW ARE YOU TODAY?!”
“Pipe it down, Inasa!” you hiss, your cheeks flooding with embarrassed heat as you garnered the attention of everyone on the floor. “I’m not going to hurt you! I just wanted to talk!”
“Aha, yes, of course!” Inasa laughs, a full belly laugh. He sits up and you freeze seeing the bloodied cut on his forehead. He stands up, completely unaffected by the gash on his forehead, and uprights his chair before sitting comfortably. “How can I help you?”
“What happened to you last night?” you try again, eyebrow raised, arms crossed definitely and awkwardly because yeah… you were confronting a guy who didn't want to sleep with you. “You were into me and then suddenly wasn’t.”
Inasa laughs more, although nothing you said, implied, or did was even remotely funny.
Irritation runs through your veins.
“Inasa, please,” you sigh in helplessness, your eyes annoyed, pleading, and hopeful that he would be the one to finally give you an actual reason.
“It’s… it’s not you. If that’s what you’re wondering,” Inasa finally sighs. His face turns uncharacteristically solemn as his tongue passes through his lips, his shoulders raising to a shrug. “Typically speaking, you are exactly who and what I want when I endeavor in less than chivalrous but still passionate activities. I wanted you last night, and I will not lie that even as I left, I regretted behaving as I did.”
“Well, you did it, and it sorta really sucked,” you laugh, your mouth taut in a frown as your feelings are genuinely hurt.
You keep being put down, and there’s no reason for it.
Why couldn’t you be as sexually active as you wish you could be?
“...Todoroki has a claim on you,” Inasa spoke slowly, his mouth dipping from a usual smile to a frown. “I know you guys aren’t together, but in a way, you two are.”
“No,” you say with complete certainty, anger burning in your chest, “we’re not.”
“Try telling Todoroki that,” Inasa shrugs, his fingers scratching through his buzz cut. “Listen, I wanted to have intercourse with you last night; I did. I also am aware that Todoroki is a womanizer, but he said you were off-limits for all of us.”
“He said that?” your voice is perfectly calm, not showing the raging fire in you.
“Well, no, he definitely did not,” Inasa sighs, the palm of his hands pressing tightly against his eyes. “He has never said it… but it’s the way he talks about you, how he looks at you. It’s a claim on you, even if it’s not a verbal one, and well, no one wants to defy him.”
Your nostrils flare in your irritation, and you find that you’re stepping into Inasa’s personal space, his eyes going wide as you step between his legs and press your hands on his chest.
“I’ll be going home in about five hours. If you still want to fuck me, wait for me,” you say slowly, trying to make sure he understands. “I don’t care if Sho looks at me the way he does; he is not my boyfriend.”
Inasa gulps, his tan skin sporting a healthy pink flush, “Yes, ma’am.”
Five hours later, you’re walking into your apartment with Inasa behind you, his warm, slightly sweaty hand clasped in yours. You make eye contact with both your roommates, Shishikura, whose eyes are rolling to the depths of his skull, and Shouto, who looks like a wall. You, despite the anger you’re feeling for Shouto, smile prettily, then grin wolfishly as you corral Inasa towards your room. You send your roommates a wink before closing the door with a decisive click.
Much like you assumed the night prior, your drunken hazed, lust-driven, anger-flared thoughts proved to be right. Inasa fucked you against the wall, deep into the mattress, he drilled and fucked you until his dick was wet with your slick, and his leg was trembling with his plentiful unleashed loads. But you weren’t done yet, too many times have you been denied, and even though Inasa was trembling, his voice shaking with desperate pleas to slow down or he would cum too fast, you rode him with powerful, swiveling hips.
Once he left, you felt light again.
Your head light, body glowing as you dressed your bruised, cum slick body in a robe as you trudged to the bathroom. You showered, letting the warm water and sweet-smelling oils drench your body before you eventually exited, your hair in a towel, Shouto’s shirt on your person again.
Waltzing to the living room, you grinned as you collapsed on the couch, every grievance you held when you walked in forgotten at the moment.
“Hello,” you smile, your head falling onto Shouto’s lap who was, at the moment, very interested in his phone. Shishikura was gone, undoubtedly leaving in case he heard something he didn’t want to hear during your little four-hour sexscapade. “I am a leaf flowing through the river right now, if you’re wondering.”
“Don’t need to wonder. You were perfectly loud enough,” Shouto grumbled, his eyes rolling. “Says something that I could, considering the rooms are soundproof.”
“I should hope so! After you, the girls rave that Inasa is the best fuck on campus,” you hum, still on a delirious high as you attempt to reach for your best friend's hand to grasp. But to your shock, Shouto jerks away from your touch, and he stands, letting your head fall roughly on the couch. And just like that, your anger is back. The emotion Inasa had managed to fuck out of you for a bit returned at full force. “Shouto?!”
“What?” he snaps.
“What the fuck is your problem?!”
“My problem is that you brought someone to fuck at fucking five p.m.,” Shouto explains, his expression like the void, empty, dark, menacing. “We agreed to keep it until past ten.”
Your face screws up as you push up off the couch, “Are you kidding me?! I’ve seen you constantly bring girls to fuck at any and all times of the day! Don’t suddenly bring that shit in when it clearly isn’t an actual rule in this apartment!”
“You were also being obnoxiously loud,” Shouto narrows his eyes at you.
“You are too!”
“When am I ever?”
“I literally listened to you fuck that girl last night against our shared wall!”
“You moved your bed to our shared wall?! When?!”
“Doesn’t matter! I would’ve heard it just fine on the other side!”
“The girl wasn’t even that fucking loud!”
“You can’t ever remember the names of the girls you fuck! Do you know anything about them ever? Are you even using condoms?!”
“You only ever fuck men with questionable personalities.”
“Gee, I wonder fucking why!”
The two of you were nose to nose, anger flaring and near tangible between the two of you.
“What do you mean?” he grits slowly.
“I’m talking about you mad dogging any male human who so much as looks or thinks of me!” you snap, finger shoving between his pecs. “No one touches me because somehow they respect the way a womanizer looks at me.”
“I’m not looking at you in any special way,” Shouto squints his eyes, completely not having your accusations.
“Even if you don’t, this fucking behavior is pathetic of you!” you say, hands motioning between you two and the room. “I had sex, and you’re acting like some pathetic child! I have been putting up with your sex-craze tendencies since we were sixteen, asshole! Sixteen! If I want to gloat and float about having sex, then I fucking deserve to.”
His nostrils flare, his upper lip curling in a small twitch before he rolls his eyes and walks away.
“That’s right, Todoroki,” you laugh bitterly at his retreating form. “Walk away from a fight because you can never win them.”
It took a bit for the dust to settle, but as soon as it did, you realized in horror that you and Shouto had, for the first time ever, fought.
Being roommates with Shouto was always a fun thing. Having your childhood best friend right at your disposal meant that you could have dinner nights, movie nights, game nights, morning waffles, hikes, and literally anything whenever and wherever you wanted. He was a person to talk to when the days were long, and there was no one else in the world, the person who was there for you through thick and thin. But for two days, he had been locked away in his room, unwilling to look at you, refusing to be anywhere near you.
Your friends had noticed immediately.
The way the both of you hadn’t shown up together, the way you sat at opposite ends of the table, refusing to be trapped in a conversation together. Separate the two of you were, and the world acted as if Earth had dropped out of gravity.
You could care less right now.
You were rightfully mad at him! How dare he act so pettily over you having a sex life when you were expected to blink, turn the other way, and laugh when he would shower after a girl would leave before joining you on the couch to watch a movie. He was in the wrong, not you!
But even if you were unwilling to budge and he was refusing to see things the way they should be, you were now incredibly lonesome. So as you sat with your back on the mattress. Your butt to the wall, and your legs kicking against the wall, you thought of what you could do. With a bitter sigh, you rolled off your bed and scurried out of the apartment. Nothing but your wallet and ID on you so that you could get to the store on the first floor of the complex.
Holding the item in hand, you knocked on a door, your gaze already on the floor, embarrassed that you were going to do what you had to do.
“What?” came the annoyed voice of Shishikura, the door to his room opening as he looked at you unimpressed and very obviously unwelcomed.
“Truce?” you asked, raising the six-pack of Angry Orchard Rosé Cider.
Shishikura looks at you, at the ciders, then back at you.
“Fine.”
How in the world you’re drunk off of four rosé ciders is beyond you, but you are. You’re in the living room, laughing so hard that your stomach hurts as you’re trying not to snort the liquid from your mouth and out your nose. Shishikura is equally plastered off of one drink, his red a ruby red against his purple hair. He’s leaning against you, his breathing ragged, near asthmatic as he tries to once explain just how Shouto looked like when some girl slapped him across the face yesterday for ghosting her after sex.
“He was so shocked!” Shishikura squeaked out, his voice pitchy and incredibly high as he laughed more and more. “You should have seen it!”
Your feet kicked at the air, your face and lungs burning with a fire you hadn’t felt in so long as your laughter turned silent. You gasped for air, trying to contain yourself but failing hysterically.
“Do you wa’ another meatballsh?” Shishikura suddenly asked, his hands flailing to grab his plate of meat. “I think you want another o’.”
“I wan’ ‘ne!” you cried with a slight slur, tears of joy slipping past your eyes to which you haphazardly scrubbed them off your face. “They’re soooo good! I didn’t think they could be so… be so good!”
You find yourself eating another meatball, drinking it down with the cider and feeling happy again. Shishikura goes still by your side, and you hum in wonder, unfocused eyes trying to find what had caught his attention and falling onto the one man you were mad at currently.
Shouto was standing at the apartment entrance, dressed in ripped black jeans, a tight grey turtleneck sweater, and his backpack slung on his shoulder. It was, without a doubt, a studying-only outfit. You knew and have discussed too many times with Shouto about how he never trusted women to take his turtlenecks off without potentially ruining the fabric.
“Well, someone’s finally home... from a night of beddin mo’ women, huh?” a voice spoke, but you were completely unsure if it was you or Shishikura who said it.
Judging by the way Shouto’s eyes locked on Shishikura and not yours, it seemed it was him who said it.
“No, I was doing something,” Shouto retorted, his hand gripping the strap of his backpack, his eyes shifting between you and Shishikura. “A paper for class.”
“Sure,” you end up speaking up, your voice sounding completely sober. You sit up so that your elbow is resting on Shishikura’s nearest shoulder. You raise the glass bottle to your lips, drinking its content without care, never once breaking eye contact. “What was the paper's name? You going after your TA? Or was it a professor by chance?”
Shouto’s eyebrows furrow, his face completely unimpressed by your comeback, but he remains silent.
“He looks like he’s trying to cosplay that one Young The Rock picture, no way would a dignified professor or TA fuck him!” Shishikura laughed with a loud bark, and all of a sudden, that was all you could see too.
The both of you howled with laughter, laughing and slapping each other as you attempted to drink the last bits of the rosés as Shouto rolled his eyes and walked away.
“This is fun. No wonder why you guys do it to me so often.”
-
As time does, it moves forward.
It seemed as if the entire campus had tuned in to what had transpired between you and Shouto. No one the slightest bit sure as to what happened, but everyone knew something big had happened. There was no more walking together before classes or after classes, no weird Instagram or Snapchat stories of the other, both of you never having to excuse yourself because you had plans with the other. Even though they claimed to not care about other people’s business, the school was suddenly invested in the single speculation that Todoroki Shouto’s and Y/l/n Y/n’s relationship was over.
“Breaking News, it was never a real relationship!” you would scream the first few times you heard it, which only worked to make them whisper louder that you were in further denial.
For the last seventeen years of your life, you had never gone more than two days without talking or seeing your childhood best friend. Those two days happened when Rei had experienced a staggering, hospital-inducing breakdown from stress and had subsequently burned Shouto when you were five years old. The two days were because he spent four days in the hospital. The first two days, he was not allowed visitors as the hospital staff put him under a coma to help his body from entering shock and heal. Of course, the moment he was awakened, you were dragging your mother to his bedside.
That was the only time you hadn’t seen or spoken to Shouto consistently.
But since Sunday evening, you had only seen Shouto once when you were drunk with Shishikura. You had only spoken to him then too.
For the first time in seventeen years, you broke your record of not talking or seeing Shouto.
From two days to five.
It was weird.
You felt almost empty.
So when Mina and Uraraka placed their arms around your shoulders, their eyes dead serious, you knew that they had a distraction for you.
“The deltas are throwing a party,” Uraraka spoke with mystery. “It is on Saturday.”
“It is only right that we go, get our asses so drunk our blood is practically a distillery, and fuck anyone who looks at us a second longer than anyone else,” Mina agrees, her tone wise and knowing as she nods her head.
“Our question to you is:” they spoke together, their voices weirdly, obviously practiced, in synch. “Are you in?”
Your tongue is pressed between your lips, your fingers pressing against the textbook you were using to help support your essay’s thesis, and you roll your eyes.
You grin.
“Obviously.”
And as time promises each and every time, Saturday finally came.
“What is our objective tonight?!” Mina screams over the background music that Jirou is blasting in Momo’s larger-than-life bathroom.
“To fuck bitches and get money!” Hagakure, the only one currently not downing a drink, screams back.
“NO, WRONG!” Mina shakes her head, climbing onto the white marble countertops and pointing at Jirou. “Kyo! Your turn!”
“To beat that prick in the sound booth and prove that I’m—”
“NO! Wrong again! Yaomomo!”
“Um, to make everlasting mem—”
“INCORRECT, YOU GORGEOUS PRINCESS! Tsuyu, don’t fail me, babe!”
“Well, it’s to prove to Todoroki that y/n-chan should be able to fuck any person she wants.”
“A bit lengthy, a bit focused on the wrong parts of it, but YES! Tonight’s operation: get y/n a man — preferably Inasa — who fucks the negativity out of her!”
You laugh loudly, rolling your eyes as you lean in closer to the mirror. You hold a Mike’s Hard in one hand, and in the other is your eyeliner as you paint on your makeup. You’re not really hearing the conversations that the girls are having, your own mind too lost in the music, and the swaying you’ve picked up as the three bottles of Mike’s you’ve had in the past thirty minutes are calming down your still frazzled nerves.
You don’t pull away from your reflection until after you’re done smoothing over your favorite lipstick on your pouty lips. You look over at your reflection and see Mina dancing with an awkwardly stiff Jirou and a delightfully giggling Momo on the bathroom countertops. A smile forms on your face, happiness radiating in your chest, and you grin looking at your friends.
But Shouto still sat in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder why.
Why did it hurt knowing that he was avoiding you as much as you were him?
Why didn’t he just try to corner you?
Why did you care that he didn’t?
He was your best friend in the entire world, since your earliest memories, he’s been there, you reason, your whooping not quite as loud as you watch Jirou awkwardly be sandwich between a grinding Mina and a complacent Momo.
It was his fault you, you further reasoned, smiling widely at Hagakure, who was twirling around you, applying her lipstick as a super crazy never before seen talent of hers. He was the one acting like an idiot over the people you slept with even though you let all the people he slept with slide!
But why did you?
Your brows furrowed slightly, unfurrowing just as quickly as Mina pulled you and Uraraka up onto the countertop with her as Jirou and Momo dropped to the floor.
You fucking were in love with Shouto, damnit! Of course you let the stupid personal things go just to appease him! Your back straightened, your eyes rolling as you began to dance with the Kehlani music thumping in the background, but then you freeze.
You were in love with him.
You loved Shouto.
Not in a friendly, platonic, family way.
In an ‘I would date you if I could and marry you on the prettiest beach in front of the most beautiful sunset’ way.
You found that your body was dancing on autopilot as you began to reassess your thoughts, your actions, your wants with Shouto, desperately trying to disprove this love for him. But no matter what you did, you found that it was true no matter what angle you looked at it.
The bass dropped, and you went stiff, your body standing straight and tall although you felt incredibly, terribly small.
“I love him,” you spoke, although you’re not sure who to. Maybe it was to the laughing gods above you or the crying spirits around you. But the girls heard it for some reason, and they, as they were patiently waiting for these past six, nearly seven days, caught you as you went weak.
Finally, realizing that you were in love with your childhood best friend was not the conclusion you expected from a week's silence from Shouto and you. But as you were currently in a crop top with a mesh shirt underneath and the most ripped jeans you owned, chugging down a neon green and blue nearly toxic alcoholic drink, you realized that being at this party was the right way to conclude this circus of a week.
The rush of the liquid dropping down the beer bong was something you found yourself struggling to keep up with, and you felt some of the liquid pour out of your mouth as you grunt, trailing down your heaving chest, creating an image in your onlookers as you refused to choke or pull away. Swallowing the last bit of the drink, ripping the plastic tube out of your mouth, you threw your hands in the air, Tsuyu, who had held and poured the contents for you, screaming too as she lifted your arm in victory.
You couldn’t really hear the music anymore, much more entranced with the music you were singing on your own, and you were currently holding Mina’s face, touching foreheads with her as you spoke a mantra of your love for her.
“Ashido Mina, you are the baddest bitch in the whole wide world. I love your pink hair and your fat ass, and I would die for you. I love you… so fucking much,” is what you said. How it was actually said and how it was perceived is a whole other story because Mina laughed loudly and allowed you to hug her despite your sticky alcohol body.
Your twenties were the new two’s, it seemed.
“Yo, y/l/n!” a voice yelled, and although you let go of Mina’s face, your arms found a new home around her neck as you turned around.
“Hm?”
Your terrible drunk eyes looked all over before falling on a man wearing a basketball jersey and joggers.
Shindou Yo, one of campus’ manwhores. He had a reputation similar to Shouto, you knew that very well, but you were aware that he was disturbingly creepy. According to many vital witnesses, the man slept with just about anyone willing regardless of gender, so not only did you know what the girls thought of him, experienced with him, there was a wider demographic not even Shouto had entered. Number one thing to be told was the fact that Shindou was into some heavy, dark shit to an extreme, his room reeked of sex, and he himself smelled like booze, weed, and BO. But a strong dick was a strong dick at the end of the day.
“Come play beer pong with me?” he asked, his hands shoved into his pockets as he smiled innocently. “I’ve heard some pretty solid shit about your skills, and I want to see how I add up.”
“I’ll play!” you agree immediately, jumping at the thought of drinking more. “Bu I don’t wa’ beer… ish nashty.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
With your arm still holding onto Mina, you accepted Shindou’s hand and allowed him to drag you off to where he wanted to play the game of beer pong.
The game of beer pong went without a single thing going wrong. You were paired up with Shindou, and Mina had managed to find Kirishima in the crowd before you got to your destination and demanded she have him as a partner and not Monoma.
It was safe to say that you were drunk, disgustingly out of your mind. It was an intense game of Cup Pong, the two different teams equally as bad in the drunken stupor, but finally, the two teams were down to a single cup and Kirishima — who was the only reason why they were winning!!!! — had the last ball. You watched in terrible apprehension, fingers digging into Shinsou’s biceps as Kirishima rose the wet ping pong ball to Mina’s lips and let her blow on it for good luck before bringing it back in and began a few steadying practice throws.
“You know, I’m glad I saw you at this party,” Shindou whispers to you, his head ducking down so that you and only you could hear that.
“Why?” you say a lot louder than you wanted, your heart hammering in fear that you would lose this game.
“Because you’re sexy as fuck,” Shindou spoke, his voice turning deeper, huskier, “and now you’re single.”
You blink, attention stolen from the game as you forgot about the final cup and looked at Shindou with a blank stare and an open mouth.
“What?”
“Cuz you and Todoroki are over,” Shindou explains to you as if you’re a child. “You guys are over, right? That’s all everyone’s talking about, and all us guys are ready to fuck you whenever you’re ready.”
His smirk irritates you, the lust in his eyes angering you as you drop your hold on his arm.
“We weren’t together, and you knew that,” you say, eyes narrowing as the crowd watching the game explodes in raging cheers as Kirishima sinks the ball into the cup. “Why the fuck would Shouto be fucking every girl that walks if we were together? What makes you think I’d be okay with it?”
“You’re a cuck,” Shindou continues on, confidence unaffected. “Oh, are the two of you maybe changing roles now? Does the big guy want me to fuck you in front of him?”
Your fist makes contact with his throat before you can even stop yourself and the cheers quickly turn into gasps.
After apologizing profusely to the party holders, they decided that you could, in fact, stay at the party. Your knuckles throbbed in pain, the alcohol in your system buzzing in you in a way that wasn’t fun or relaxing as you made a simple side-step dance move in the middle of the dance floor. The girls, who had at the beginning of the party, drifted ways, had once more glued themselves at your side on the floor. You weren’t in a dancing mood as you took a drink of what you assumed to be a Moscow mule made by Mina for you to keep you at a high for the rest of the party.
Like hell you would ever let Shouto cuck you!
Let him fuck another woman in front of you?
You would go insane if he ever thought that would be acceptable.
“Down girl, relax!” Mina yelled by your ear. “I thought I was babysitting y/n, not Bakugou Katsuki!”
You startled, realizing that your frown had become a fierce snarl as you danced on the floor.
“Come on, babe, let’s get you feeling good again; let’s enjoy this night!” Mina exclaimed, her hands pushing your drink to your mouth and forcing you to chug the contents of the drink. The red Solo Cup is dropped to the floor as soon as you finish. She grabbed your wrists and began to fluidly move your arms — or as well as she could manage herself because she, too, was drunk.
But with Mina winking and smiling at you, the rest of the girls eventually throw themselves into your linked dance circle, your own negative emotions left and in came joy.
It took about another round of ten songs for the dance circle to be destroyed and to have all of you resuming a rave-like jumping and scream-singing as Jirou finally snuck her way into the DJ booth and succeeded to take over. You spun around at the end of one song, laughing completely out of breath as you clapped your hands together. You often forget that while Jirou only listened to a very specific genre, she was a musical genius who had banger playlists for every occasion.
It seemed frat parties were one of them.
However, the next song had your head tilting backward, your grin spreading even wider as you began to move your hips in slow, distinct movements. Dancing with your hips was something you had learned, something you instilled into your dancing category for as long as you could remember.
The beats were loud, deep, thumping deep in the ground and vibrating with great strength in your chest as you pointed a finger at Mina, who was also dancing similarly to you. Your lips moved as you sang the song quietly, the heat and humidity of the room suddenly pressing onto you like another person. You hummed, flicking the parts of your hair sticking to the nape of your neck off, grateful for the slightly cooler air hitting your sweaty skin.
As you rolled your hips down, your hands fanning yourself, trying to cool down your deliriously warm, alcohol-heated body, you froze for just a bit. A person pressed to your back, your ass pressing against a hot thigh, and a hand resting upon the curve of your thigh, keeping you in place. You might have cared, but the body against yours was a welcomed one. Your hips and ass continuing to move in tandem with the music, deliberate highs and lows, and you worked your way up and down the man's body who met yours with spinning accuracy that made you began to pant, your heart racing because this was hot to you. You raised your arms behind you, clasping onto his neck, keeping him on you.
His hair was soft under your touch, slightly sweaty but threaded and parted between your fingers just too easily. His left hand, which had found a spot on your stomach, was radiating heat, something easily felt due to you only having mesh cloth there.
It was slow.
Sensual.
Somehow familiar.
Absolutely mind-numbing.
His chest broad against your back, muscles strong and tight against you.
He was skilled, practiced. Someone you knew was not going to disappoint you, and as your lust-glazed eyes took in the entirely shocked looks of your friends, you finally turned to look.
Somehow, someway, you weren’t shocked at all to see Shouto’s clouded, dark eyes locking on yours. Your world seems to freeze as something between you and Shouto is so obviously broken between you, forever changing, no longer able to go back. It didn’t matter that this was the first time in almost a week you had seen him, had talked to him, he was there, and you wanted to feel his skin scorching against yours. His touch screamed of his want for you, your recognition of your love for him, and your current lust for him. You were angry, hurt, confused, but you were too drunk to care, too intoxicated on the spell the two of you created on this dance floor.
But even as your world froze, the music continued on.
Grabbing Shouto’s hand, you spun around so that his chest was now pressed against yours, your legs between his. You continued dancing, continued to roll your hips down as you sunk down to the ground as Shouto remained standing, his hand supporting and balancing you as you went down and up. He began to dance with you again, the world seemingly disappearing as the two of you ground and panted heavily in each other's ears.
He pushed forward, and you whined, feeling the blazing swollen heat of his semi-hard cock against your stomach, but you met him there.
Your fingers fisting in his hair as his hands found their way into your back pockets, gripping your ass, and your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth, blazing, intense, and intentful, mashed against yours. You kissed him back immediately, all defenses abandoned to that of your lust, wants, and needs. His mouth was a fire, his kiss a blaze that consumed you, drowned you, made you push for more.
It was a kiss that lasted who knows how long, but by the time you had separated, you could feel the familiar sting to your slowly swelling lips and the song that had ended.
His eyes were a near black, his cheeks flushed, and his arms kept you so close you had to think if you were in the privacy of your home or in public.
“I want you,” you whispered, your voice begging, pleading for him.
“I need you,” he responded, his voice equally wishing.
“Take me home,” you speak, lips pressing sloppy, desperate hot kisses to his neck. “Take me home and fuck me.”
“Fuck, yes, okay. Let’s go,” Shouto pants, his hands leaving your ass and grabbing onto one of yours before taking you and dragging you away.
It wouldn’t hit you until much later, but the very first kiss you had ever had with Shouto was in the middle of a dance floor, at a party where the male population had been ready to snatch you up after your relationship with Shouto was so-called over.
You were breathless.
No matter how deep you inhaled, you felt like you weren’t having enough oxygen flooding your veins, filling your lungs. You laugh loudly in the night, uncaring about the strangers you passed looking at you and Shouto, who chuckled and snorted with every giggle you made.
This felt crazy, insane, something serendipitous and not real even in the smallest of bits.
He kissed you.
He wanted you.
He said he needed you.
Wants and needs were different things, but he said need.
He needed you.
Just you.
Your feet ached from the running, but you could only focus on Shouto, your mind filling and swimming in the memory of his body pressed to you. The way his lips ghosted over your neck, and the way he danced against you — with you. The four-block walk back to your apartment seemed too far, and your eyes locked on a nearing alleyway.
With much more strength than you should have, you shoved Shouto into the alleyway, your mouth immediately pressing onto his.
Shouto groaned into your mouth, letting you drink his noises as you pulled him close, consuming him in a messy clash of teeth, spit, and tongue. You whined back, your legs slotting between his thigh and grinding down on the hard muscle. It alleviated the growing, scorching heat in your panties but also intensified it, making you want for more and more and more.
“You drive me fucking insane,” Shouto groaned in your mouth, shifting and guiding your rolling hips his thigh better, more fluid, more intense.
Your eyes barely cracked open, your mouth no longer kissing him put pressing against his in an open mouth pant. Your drunken breath saying nothing but implying the world.
Something Shouto was more than keen on giving you.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered for you to hear, so reverent, so holy. And so that you, the center of his world, the only thing he saw and believed in, knew how passionately, how ardently he believed in you, his mouth slid down your neck, and his teeth sunk in your flesh. He claimed you, praised you, making you a part of him.
“I’m still so mad at you!” you moan, voice pitched, whiny, and deliriously high. “I love you, asshole. I love you, and you sleep around! I love you, and I don’t care if you sleep around, but you care that I sleep around?!”
“I love you too,” Shouto mumbles against your neck, his teeth continuing to press into your skin that seems to explode with heat at the revelation. “I love, and I’m an idiot; I’m so sorry.”
And then he does something with his tongue against your neck, the soft of swipes, the wet tickling heat making your head slam back against the brick wall, and a mangled, strangled moan of unadulterated want emits from you.
“We'll talk about this in the morning,” you pant, fingers fisting in his shirt. “We can fix this, but right now, shut up and fuck me.”
“Y/n—”
“I’m horny,” you interrupt, hips sharply jutting into his leg. “You made me horny. Take responsibility.”
His eyes flashed dark, his nostrils flaring, and your words cemented in his head. He resumed his painting, his worship on your neck as you cried loudly in the alleyway, desperate, needy for more.
It was dizzying to have him on you like this.
For so long, you had only touched him in a few ways, had only ever felt a specific type of warmth. But this was unlike anything you’ve ever done with him, to him. It felt like you were burning and freezing, consumed by heat and energy and everything Shouto. His all too familiar cologne filled your nose, drowning your brain, invading your senses. His frantic heartbeat felt against your own body, telling you exactly how you were affecting him, how you made his heart speed and jump with every breathy whine.
“Fuck, I can’t do this. We need to get home now!” Shouto growls, his hands grabbing you by the wrist yet again and pulling you away.
His strides are long, quick, and powerful. You’re running to keep up, beautifully out of breath, staggering and stumbling to keep up in his objective to get back to the apartment now.
It doesn’t seem to take long before he’s pushing open the doors to the apartment complex, corralling you through the doors and into the elevator to get to the eleventh floor. The elevator doors are behind you, and with no one else in the life, you turn on him and immediately resume your own endeavor of claiming Shouto with your mouth, body, and soul. He matches your intensity, hands roaming from where the clasp of your bra sat to the curve of your ass. He grabbed you, pulled you in closer, the air in his nose staggering as you stammer against his mouth.
Teeth touch lips, tongues in each other's cheeks, and Shouto leads you out of the elevator backward, his one hand on your waist forever steady and the other one holding the key. Your fingers are back in his hair, pulling and tugging sharply on the soft, short strands with nearly disappeared gel. He gets to the door, fumbling with the key as you continue to kiss him, distracting him with the smallest of movements.
“Which room?” he asks against your mouth, pushing you through the threshold, his foot closing the door behind him.
The shoes are haphazardly kicked off and you’re now on your tiptoes to continue kissing him as you were. You tried to think, tried to figure out if you wanted to be surrounded by Shouto’s scent or to have him displayed in your room. His teeth then suckle on your bottom lip, biting down on the swollen, hot flesh just gentle enough that your mind draws a blank and your voice responds on its own.
“Mine.”
You shriek then, Shouto swiftly picking you up off the floor and you panic, hands swatting and beating on him as you scream to let you down. He continues walking, holding you without a worry, his arms remaining strong and firm beneath you. But with your distraction, with your lips no longer pressed sinfully against his, Shouto’s mouth finds a junction point on your clavicle and sinks his teeth down again, claiming you once more.
“S-Sho—” your voice hitches, the feeling too intense for you to process all at once. You hear your room door open and close, and without warning, you’re soaring through the air before collapsing on the bed.
“You think I go to the gym to get muscles for fun?” Shouto taunts, his fingers hooking under the dark grey t-shirt he’s wearing. “Angel, I go to the gym to make sure I can fuck you in any position, against any surface or wall you want.”
Your body feels like it's scorching as he removes his shirt, his muscles rippling and moving seductively with the devious, intentional movement.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Shouto asks, the shirt dropping to the floor, removing all traces of oxygen from your person. He steps closer, fingers circling around your ankle and suddenly pulling you in toward him until you were sitting at the edge, his lips hovering over yours. “Cat got your tongue?”
Your tongue feels dry in your mouth, but your eyes narrow before you push up and capture his mouth back with yours. He kisses you back deeply, bending down so that you begin to shift backward, allowing him the space to crawl onto the bed with you, and at the last moment, your leg wraps around his waist and spins the both of you. Shouto gasps as you pin him onto the mattress, your tongue invading his mouth, brushing and swirling against his, coaxing his own tongue back into your own mouth. With the wet heat in your mouth, your teeth playfully, just gently dig into his appendage and tug.
“No, but it seems like I got yours,” you humor him, your teeth releasing his tongue, and Shouto looks up at you like you were both the sun and the moon, and the stars were a gift to him.
It takes your breath away.
Shouto grins, shifting onto his elbows so that he’s closer to you before kissing you again.
The kiss is growing louder, both your mouths ever so consuming, trying to relay years of repressed, unknown emotions and feelings within a drastic, incredible touch. Your hips begin shifting against his crotch, humping his clothed erection, demonstrating yet again the power and grace you hold in your body.
Shouto’s hands move from your ribs up to your breasts, and with the hot, rough flesh of his skin, he squeezes your tender flesh. You moan into his mouth, hips bucking wildly against him at the sensation. It isn’t a powerful flesh, but a reminder, a demonstration of just what and where he could inflect passionate actions.
Your hands scour his chest, fingernails dragging teasingly down his firm, developed muscles, fingers flicking and teasing at his own exposed nipples. Shouto grunts into your mouth, hips bucking powerfully upward into your clothed cunt, and you splutter at the power behind it. But it seems as though Shouto is over the fishnet mesh shirt and crop top you’re wearing because he’s tugging it out of the waistband of your jeans and commands in a deep, lust-ridden voice: “Off.”
Goosebumps flash across your skin, bubbling and spraying across your sensitive skin as your shirt and crop top join Shouto’s on the floor. Your gasp loudly when Shouto rolls the both of you over swiftly, his mouth immediately pressing hot, viper kisses on your breasts. All thought and reason leave your mind as his teeth nip and pull. His fingers pushing the straps of your bra off your shoulders and shoving your boobs out of the bra in a firm hold.
“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted to touch you, kiss you, fuck you,” Shouto whispers, his tone almost dark as his hot air fans against your already pebbling nipples. “Fuck, angel, you’re better than anything I’ve ever dreamed about.”
You whine loudly, fingers tangling in his hair as you desperately, wordlessly try to persuade him to put his lips around your attentive, eager nipples.
“I always forget you got these things,” Shouto says in wonder, his fingers touching the metal bars sitting so innocently, deviously on through your nipple. He tugs on the bar, and all the nerves in your breast fire and tingle, and your feet curl by his back as you whimper. “Fuck... I can’t believe I forgot…”
“S-Shouto, I fucking swear!” you almost screech, hands desperately pulling at strands of red and white, wanting his teeth and tongue and the suction of his mouth on your nipple. “Stop. Fucking. Talking!”
Shouto chuckles, his eyes of blue and grey flashing up at you dangerously, knowingly.
“Okay,” he says cheekily, and as if he read your thoughts, his teeth gently bit down on your all too ready nipple. Your head slams against the mattress, your chest feeling alive as if you had been electrocuted. He sucks your nipple, teeth tugging on the sensitive flesh, clacking against the metal in your flesh. His fingers taking care of your lonesome nipple, keeping it company with gentle, purposeful rolls as he has you sobbing his name.
“Please, please, please,” you beg, although you have no idea what you’re begging for. Your hips pathetically grinding into his clothed cock, trying to get yourself to cum while not having been touched. “Sho— Shouto!”
Shouto pulls away from your nipple with a loud pop. His breath panting, short, and overwhelmingly strained as if simply sucking your throbbing, needy nipple had given him the same amount of pleasure as it did you before consuming your forgotten one. Just as before, you melted against him, begging please, pretty please to him but never telling him what you were wanting. You didn’t know what you were wanting.
But unlike before, his hands leave their attentive position on your free nipple and slam your hips back down onto the mattress, keeping you down and still as he continued his ministrations until you were nipplegasming. You choked as the orgasm consumed you, your body going rigid and your eyes rolling to the depths of your head as his hot mouth was all you could think of. For a moment, the needy wet heat between your thighs was easily ignorable, something unneeded until Shouto was pulling away and kissing you again.
His chest was pressed tight against your own chest, your sensitive, overstimulated nipples rubbing against his chest with the welcomed friction as you let out a wordless, near-dizzy sigh into Shouto’s mouth. He kissed you with incredible passion, with dizzying heat, and consuming lust.
Your voice was so small, your voice easily drowned in Shouto’s mouth as your fingernails dug into his back and raked down pathetically, desperately proving that you were still here. Still fighting him on just who would win this night. Your fingers went down the curve of his spine, trailing down until you found the waistband of his sweats, and with his mouth everso distractingly on the swell of your breasts, biting, marking, and sucking hickies and his print on you for forever, he helped you slide the pants off.
In an almost dramatic fashion, his eyes burning deep into yours, leaving you stunned and a worshiper at his feet, he rose off your bed and let the pants fall. You shakily inhaled, your eyes suddenly transfixed and only seeing the hard, leaking dick that stood tall and proud against his twitching stomach. At the mere sight of him, you now truly, completely, and entirely understood just why the girls were obsessed.
From tip to the base, he was thick, the flush of his skin gorgeous, the curve of his cock optimal to fuck anyone. He was long, thick, and delicious—trimmed pubes of red and white and balls that had your mouth watering and going dry. You wondered, imagined, tried to visualize just how much it was going to hurt getting that in you. You’ve never had a man with a dick like that, never had to choke or fuck on something that looked like it would possibly render you stupid the moment you were impaled.
“Can I?” you ask, ‘can I touch you? Can I suck you?’ go unsaid.
“You owe me one,” Shouto says, his words teasing if it wasn’t for the way his voice betrayed him with the eagerness, the want and inexplicable tell that says if you don’t touch him, he will lose his fucking mind. “Please, do it.”
You’re dragging him back onto the bed, sitting him by your headboard, spreading his legs apart as you situate yourself between them. With a tentative, shaky hand, you reach out and grab on his dick.
His flesh is hot to the touch; it's hard and twitches just so at your grasp. Shouto lets out a gasp mixed with a whine, and you look at him with wide eyes and parted lips. Unable to help yourself, you lean in, your nose touching the underside of his length and nuzzling into the flesh. You look back up at him with hooded eyes, eyes dark with mirth, lust, and an overwhelming need to please Shouto. He stares back, eyes entirely too bright, almost scared, almost as if he can’t believe this is happening.
You smile softly, eyes breaking contact to look at the swelling cock in your hand, and then back at him as your tongue pokes out of your mouth and puts a long, wet stripe against his length.
And Shouto?
Shouto moans like a man who’s had warm food after days of starving.
You lick from base to tip, saliva mixing with precum as your mouth presses teasing, open mouth kisses down the length of his cock, tongue pressing against the sweltering heat of his balls.
“Fuck, y/n, stop teasing,” Shouto grits, his hips pathetically snapping into nothing, his hands desperately trying to touch you, to which you swatted him away each and every time. You tut, shaking your head. With both your hands fisting his dick at the middle of his length, your squeeze and pull in opposite directions.
The reaction is one that you were hoping for, Shouto’s head slamming to the headboard with a clash, his legs jumping just a bit, and precum coming out in even heavy drops. You laugh breathlessly at his display, enamored with how fucking easy he is to get to make noises. He’d never made noises before, no other girl had him the way you did, and that made you crazy with power.
Before you wanted to, your mouth consumed to head of his cock, allowing the musky smell that was completely and only Shouto to fully consume you. You sucked on his thick swollen head, tongue pressing on the leaking slit on his head as he choked on your name. You smile, taking him in further, straining against the weight in your mouth, the pressure on the back of your throat, and the stretch of your throat. As soon as you had him a bit way in, you were pushing out, his hips driving to find you but missing you. Shouto’s noise was almost broken, near needy, and your head spun with his noises. Unable to stop, you pushed in again, allowing the drive of his hips to send his cock further down your throat.
Tears filled your eyes at the action, his cock much too large, much too thick to be fucked into your throat as such. Your fists acted as a barrier as you adjusted, your throat humming, mouth moaning as Shouto lost himself to the heat of your wet mouth. You bobbed your head, fucking him diligently and intently with your mouth, driving him further down, your tongue and hollowed cheeks. You sucked his dick with the intention of ruining him, of making him fill your mouth and throat with him so he could never doubt that it was him you wanted, him you needed to consume. You let go of one hand, allowing it to fondle with his balls as his cock went further into your mouth, the sounds of your choking, gagging, and crying egging him on.
“You take me so good,” Shouto sang to you, whispering words that only you’ve heard. “Fuck, angel, take me all the way. I know you can do it.”
With his hands at the back of your head, your fingers squeezing his balls, and the shaky removal of your final hand on his cock, he drives his hips all the way up. Shouto curses loudly, and you choke, feeling the rush of cum shooting down your throat, and you’re let free.
“Swallow it all, don’t spit it up,” Shouto breathes, his body shifting upward, eyes intent, focused. “Let me see.”
You cough violently, mouth closed as you swallow the salty cum, only letting your mouth open to allow the drool and spit to drip from your flat tongue as you show him that you swallowed every last seed. He groaned, grasping you by the chin and pulling you back in for a passionate, all-consuming kiss. The taste of Shouto and his cum sat heavily in your throat, and you were shaking as he began to unbutton your jeans, shedding them off of you as he flipped you back around so that your back was resting against the mattress.
Salt sweat dripped down your neck, and Shouto left fingertip bruises on your waist, your knees and legs awkwardly kicking as you finally got your jeans off your ankles. You shuttered, feeling Shouto’s hot, spit-slick dick pressing against your stomach, your cunt flipping and twisting at the thought of taking him all in.
“You’re still, fuck… you’re still hard?” you gasp, Shouto’s fingers tracing the innards of your thighs, scratching at your ass, slapping it once, twice, leaving you pitched and shaking.
“How can I not be when you’re down beneath me?” Shouto asks, his eyes looking at you as if he was burning the very naked image to you in his brain for him forever. “You’re mine, right?”
The question itself, while unexpected, was not unwanted.
You feel yourself nodding, your fingers scratching up his flexed arms, “Yours and only yours.”
“Good,” Shouto smirks, leaning in, his entire weight on the one hand beside your head, making you groan as his lips were so close yet so far away. “I’m yours as you are mine.”
With that, his fingers pressed to your thus far, unattended to clit, your legs shaking, kicking the air as you howled in pleasure. But it was such an intimate place, something you never expected Shouto to ever touch, and so, in a voice so pathetic you couldn’t even recognize it as yours, you screeched: “D-Don’t touch that!”
Shouto cocked an eyebrow, his head tilting as his fingers swirled around your swollen nub, sending just enough electrifying pleasure through every neuron in your body. “Why not?” he asked, voice authoritative and curious and sadistic. “It’s mine — you’re mine. I can play with what’s mine whenever I want.”
The words make your entire will collapse, the words liquid heat in your ears and mind. You moan loudly, feeling Shouto adjust your hips, lining your spasming cunt with his cock, and with his tongue delving into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours, he slowly pushed into you.
Shouto was loud the entire way into you, the deep grunts, breathless moans, and mindless babble of how this was unlike anything he’s had before, better than anything he’s ever imagined. He bottoms out quickly, hands leaving purple bruises against your skin as you lay on the bed silent.
Your back is entirely arched, jaw slacked, voice dead on your tongue because the feeling of him buried deep within you is staggering. You let out a single tone noise, your mouth gasping for breath as your voice finally begins to come back to you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper over and over, your legs tight around Shouto’s hips, shaking with the feeling in you. “God, y-you’re so big, Sho… I’m—”
You can’t finish your sentence because he shifts just enough that his cock is meeting places in you that had never been encountered before. Your eyes roll back again, your fingers pressing ruby red scars to his back as you scratch and tear his back.
“You’re so fucking tight, shit,” Shouto pants, his mouth panting against the sweat on your collarbone, his own breathing heavy and spaced. “You’re perfect, y/n, so fucking perfect.”
You preen with those words, your mouth finding a home at his temple to which you kiss him, drag your lips down to his ear. You bite and nibble as you adjust to him buried deep within you. And he heaves a sigh and pushes up off you, eyes daring to stare into you as he huffs almost in disbelief of this entire night.
“I’m going to start moving,” he says, fingers scratching down your sides to your thighs. “Are you ready?”
Not trusting your voice, you nod. Shouto smiles, leaning back down for one last kiss to which you quickly returned, staying there as his hips moved backward before thrusting back into you. It's the first thrust of many, but your arms wrap even tighter underneath his own, your nails scarring his back as he goes again and again. You fucks into you deliberately, readily, with purpose and skill that speaks wonders and lives up to the many rumors you’ve ever heard.
His thrusts are powerful, slapping into your thighs with a mighty smack, making you whimper and wail into his salty neck as your hips lift up to meet his. It's a powerful dance, a dizzying cycle. His cock sliding up and down your puffy velvet walls, your weeping walls clenching him in a vice, unforgiving and unwilling to let go.
He speaks praises into your ear, your yours, your mouth.
“Such a pretty angel, moaning for me, crying for me, tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me buried in your fucking stomach.”
You are converted to him in return, seeing him, speaking to him, devoted to him.
“Fuck, I want you more. Faster, harder! Don’t stop! I can feel you in my stomach, Sho! Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me fuck me!”
His weight is pressed on your thighs, spreading your thighs further apart, fucking into deeper, fucking you so powerfully, so desperately your soaked cunt squelches and drips your essence, soaking your bed and his legs. Your teeth sink into his skin, copper filling your mouth, and your vision feels missing as you are slamming your hips up, rolling them desperately to fuck back into him. You can feel his hand clutching yours, pressing it into the mattress as he somehow speeds up again, drilling you into the mattress, the bed creaking and bending under both your weight.
“More, more, more!”
And he gives, and gives, and gives.
You wail his name, the heat in your skin, tickling your clit and innards making you sweat, the alcohol on your skin sticking you to Shouto.
Shouto grunts your name, hisses your name, damns you heaven and back for having such a fucking grip on him. It's when he looks into your eyes, cock drilling into you at a speed and power that no human should ever obtain, one hand gripping yours and the other pinching and teasing your clit, you cum, bursting open at the seams.
Your orgasm is loud, clenching, all-consuming, and you drag Shouto down with you as he stammers, shudders, and cums deep within your womb. His seed spilling out of you as the both of you collapse onto the bed with breathless, thoughtless minds.
“Fuck,” he says.
“Right?” you chuckle.
And with your nose pressed to his sweaty, sex-lulled body, you fall asleep with his hands traveling up and down your spine. Hopefully, things would be well when you woke up.
P R E S E N T
To stop you from screeching so loudly you woke up the entire world, Shouto held his hand to your mouth, his eyes wide, terrified, and completely confused.
“Please stop yelling… my head hurts…” Shouto begs, his face completely exhausted but with that post-orgasm sleep glow.
“We had sex?!” you shriek, throwing his hand off your mouth. “We were mad at each other, and we had sex?!”
“Oh,” Shouto seems to remember, his head rolling before he sat up, bringing you up with him. “Right, we should talk about that, huh?”
“You think?!” you shriek, entirely overwhelmed with the fact that you had done so much embarrassing shit last night.
It’s quiet for a bit. The birds chirping outside an almost cheerful taunt as the both of you, for the first time in seventeen years, find it too awkward to talk. No one wants to speak first, to mention the elephant in the room, for once it happened, there really was no going back. Not that there was much to go back from.
“I’m in love with you,” Shouto finally says. It’s an admittance, a whisper that's strong despite it told in such a hushed voice as if you would laugh at him as he confessed. “I’ve actually been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”
Now that shocks you.
Your eyes are wide, and you’re staring at Shouto, unsure what to say, what to ask, but you know you need more answers.
“I know, hard to believe, huh?” Shouto chuckles, his hand running through his sex and sleep disheveled hair. “It’s true, though… I don’t remember not ever being in love with you.”
“No… no way,” you say, your body running cold, and you shiver. You remember then that you’re sitting up, and you’re very incredibly naked. Shouto notices and moves to grab a blanket at the foot of the bed and wraps it around you. “That doesn’t make sense,” you argue, your furrowed brows making your skin crease as you try to think back on all your years and memories, looking for signs in which Todoroki Shouto loved you. “You never showed it.”
“Camie said the same thing,” Shouto sighed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Before I was sixteen… I don’t know; I guess I could understand why. I only ever talked to you, always paired up with you. I let you hold my hand, and I let you hug me… I thought me telling you that I had never been kissed before would make you want to kiss me, but it never did. I know I was awkward and a little different when we were younger, so when I was paired up with Camie… I thought she would help me.”
“By fucking you?” you asked, your frown deepening as you remembered your bitter feelings over Camie stealing Shouto’s virginity.
“She… she said that by being sexual, maybe you would see me as a man, and not the four-year-old crying boy in preschool,” Shouto smiled sadly, his fingers picking at one another. “Me having sex was supposed to show you that I was a man who wanted to see you as a woman in return, but it didn’t work.”
“Well, no shit,” you snort, relaxing a bit although you felt limp. You found yourself leaning against Shouto’s strong shoulders, your head landing heavily on him. “You went from a virgin to fucking anything with a wet hole.”
“...yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Shouto said with regret, his shoulders sagging just a bit. “At first, I thought I needed to fuck more girls to prove I was a man to you because you acted like nothing had happened after Camie… but sex was fun, it felt good.”
“Sex is good,” you agree with a soft chuckle to which he returned.
He shifted a bit, arms tightening and relaxing before he finally admitted, “It helped distract me from you because you looked at others the way I wanted you to look at me.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper back.
“No, don’t be,” Shouto speaks firmly, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was my fault. I was never assertive enough, confident enough to simply confess.”
“So, does you being in love with me having anything to do with you driving the entire male population away from me?”
Your eyes look up at him, finding his embarrassed gaze before he glances away.
“That actually wasn’t intentional… I guess I just talk about you a lot.”
“Yeah, but still doesn’t mean you couldn’t ever deny it yourself!”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Apologize then.”
“Y/l/n Y/n, I am sorry for making the entire male population we’ve ever come across think we were an item and not telling them otherwise. I am sorry for keeping you from enjoying sex while I continued to. I am lousy, and my love for you should be unreturned because that was ass of me.”
You sigh, your lips pursed to keep from smiling as you looked back at his handsome face.
“Now, ask me the damn question, crybaby.”
“Crybaby?”
“You finally admitted that you were, in fact, crying!!!!!”
If you asked Shishikura Seiji what the worst thing about being the third roommate to Todoroki Shouto and you was, he would give a million and three answers as to why it was the worst.
One: he absolutely hated how loud the both of you were. Todoroki Shouto was someone he thought was quiet and introverted, but whenever he was around you, he was loud. You were just plain old loud, and he thought it was annoying.
Two: he absolutely hated your rice. Call it petty, but after you fed him on his first night and tried putting him into a chokehold for saying the song your rice cooker sang at its end was the stupidest fucking thing ever made, everything you made taste like ash and dirt.
Twenty: he hated that there were biweekly karaoke nights. He would be studying away in his room and wanted to die when he heard the all too familiar sound of Mamma Mia’s Here We Go Again blasting in the living room.
Hundred fifty-seven: SO. MUCH. FUCKING. SEX.
Three hundred thirteen: SO. MUCH. DRINKING.
Five thousand: SO. MUCH. WEED.
Ten thousand three: you put his toilet seat up whenever you’re drunk, so he falls in when he goes to pee in the morning.
Five hundred: the way the both of you looked at each other, fucking disgusting.
To say the least, there were a lot of many different reasons scaling from actual issues to petty small shit, but Shishikura was not in any position to find a new apartment, so he stayed. To be quite honest, having been living with Dumb and Dumber (you and Shouto, respectively), he only thought there would be one thing that would make him lose his actual mind.
The day that would inevitably come and the both of you realized your feelings were, in fact, returned. He didn’t want to even imagine how the animalistic sex he often had to hear coming from your hallway would increase, or the sappy stupid romantic love he would see in the living room because as best friends, you both had no care for PDA and if you were allowed to kiss? Allowed to have sex? He feared he would have to wear a hazmat suit in every corner of the apartment. You both were already incredibly loud as a duo (see reason one as to why he hates living here); he feared the worst when the mutual love was realized.
But he exited his room a week after that Sunday morning with a fully loaded water gun just in case. His eyes narrowed, the hair on his neck raised as his beady eyes focused in on the living room.
Shouto sat on the couch, his back on the armrest, and you sitting between his thighs as you watched him play some game on his Switch, your smile large and annoyingly bright, but he realized that he couldn’t hear you screaming or speaking so loudly he could listen to the conversation.
No, as a matter of fact, Shishikura couldn’t hear a single word; the words being exchanged between you and Shouto spoke so softly, so intimately, it shocked him. Shishikura noticed with an almost awed surprise that even though your smile was as annoyingly bright as before. It wasn’t directed at anything but Shouto, and Shouto’s smile, while nowhere near as big, just as warm and full to you.
It was intimate, romantic even.
Nothing had changed in your relationship except now, finally, now, you were allowed to kiss and fuck each other like heat-driven animals.
Shishikura was shocked to his core, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.
You nor Shouto paid him any mind, too lost in the game and in each other to look his way as he made his way into the kitchen for his lunch. Shishikura set the water gun on the counter, a small smile spreading on his face despite himself, and chuckled.
Maybe the two of you together weren’t something to hate on after all.
“Hey, is that a water gun?!”
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