#like i hate him but i get how hard it can be restraining ur anger and im glad hes gotten better | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

Note

ok what about.. hate sex with lewis 🙃

bruh this turned into something??? else?? weird dynamic??? anyway !! much love !! thank u !!

send ur own freaky friday prompt here!!

“Fuck you.”

Lewis stands very still in the entrance to the walk in closet, watching you fumble with the strap of your heels. He makes no motion like he's heard you. Your anger is making you shake. Vision narrow. Trying to get out of your stupid shoes and dress and get in the shower as quickly as possible.

“Careful,” Lewis says, his voice calm, measured. It only inflames you more. His lack of emotion. He’d been silent in the car home. Ignored you glaring at him, sighing, trying to irritate him enough to snap. You’d had to leave the event early, no use being in public if the two you were going to go at it like this. Someone would tweet it, film it, post it. It would be in the Daily Mail the next day. The two of you in a screaming match in the corner of the party.

“Don’t tell me to be careful. I’ll say what I want,” you tell him, and you hate how your voice shakes. Angry tears in your throat. Not restrained like him. No control over how you feel. You get out of your shoes finally, kicking out of them, straps tangled in a corner. The floorboards are cool on the soles of your feet.

“Can you?” Lewis asks, his head tilted. You catch a glimpse of him in the big mirror as you struggle out of your dress, twisting to get to the zipper. He’s not even begun to get undressed. Still in his suit, all black. His hair braided, held off his face in a bun. Silver earrings, a chain under his shirt. He’s still got his shoes on.

“Yes,” you snap, shrugging out of your dress, letting the expensive fabric pool on the floor. Too furious to hang it up, to do anything but swallow on tears and not make eye contact with him. Scared of what you’ll say.

“Say it then,” he encourages. You can hear it now. Quiet anger, underlying his words. Good. It’s always better when he meets you there, when you can press him enough to get a reaction, to make him lose control, just for a moment.

Bare feet. In your lingerie. Hair messy around your shoulders. Stood in your big closet opposite him. Everything muffled by the racks of clothes, no windows in here.

“You don’t like being with me in public. Because it means girls won’t hit on you. You need the confidence boost. You’re so fucking arrogant, Lewis.”

It leaves you all in a rush, a jumbled stream of words, disconnected sentences. Your arms crossed over your chest, cold in your underwear. Lewis takes it, lets you rattle at him until you run out of air. You can feel how flushed you are, red in the cheeks. Tears are threatening in your waterline. You want to shake him, scream at him, insult him in a way he’ll remember forever. Lewis just watches you.

“Take your underwear off.”

It’s like a bucket of cold water over your head, in your eyes, down your spine.

“What?”

“Take your underwear off. If that’s what you really think. I’ll show you much I don’t like being with you.”

“Fuck you,” you say, shaking your head. Your rage is so choking in your chest, it’s making it hard to breathe.

“Do it,” Lewis says, pulling his hands out of his pockets, moving life back into his body.

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m not. Take it off.”

Your bottom lip is hurting where your teeth are digging in. Not sure whether to call his bluff or not. And then. The fabric on your hands, reaching back to unclasp your bra, shrug out of it. Your underwear down your legs, stepping out of it. Puddle of black lace. And your body. Naked. Exposed. Daring him.

Lewis walks over to you like he’s been tracking you for a long time, through the forest, waiting for the perfect moment to surprise you, a practiced attack. You feel hunted. Finally caught. Like you’ve been running for hours. It would be nice to stop.

His hands on you, warm and rough, on your breasts, slipping over your rib cage, down to your hips, tugging you into him. The fabric of his suit is slick on your skin. You feel unsteady, off balance, pulled into his gravitational orbit. His fingers in your mouth, two, the metal of his rings on your lips. You suck, instinctively. Let your teeth drag when he pulls them out, shining wet. He hisses at the bite.

“Don’t even try,” he tells you, and then his fingers are in you, no warning. The stretch is perfect, as he holds them there, rocking them inside you so your body opens, reacting out of your control.

“I hate you,” you say, without meaning too, your voice raspy. Lewis has his other hand in your hair, and he tugs enough to make you look up at him, meet his eyes.

“No, you don’t,” he tells you, his breath on your skin, his voice almost a croon. His thumb has shifted, on your clit, steady pressure.

“I do.”

“Fine,” his fingers out of you, a sudden loss. He steps away, not touching you. You stumble.

“Bend over the counter,” Lewis tells you. You could say no. Walk off to the bathroom. Ignore him for the rest of the night.

You bend over the counter. It’s built into the middle of the closet, a vase full of roses in the centre. The top is clear, so you can see into the rows of jewellery, carefully laid out. Lewis' hands on your hips, angling you properly for him, the click of his belt. You drop your head into your folded arms, so he can’t hear the way you groan when he pushes into you, not waiting. Doesn’t let you adjust. Just pushes his palms down in the middle of your back, fucks into you, controlling the pace. You're glad he can’t hear the mindless sounds you’re making into your skin, open mouthed. He’s impatient, chasing his own orgasm without a thought for yours, rough. It makes you hot all over, overwhelmingly conscious of everywhere he’s touching you, wrapping your hair into his fist to pull your head back, arching your back. Can’t help but cry out, no way to quiet yourself.

“You hate me, hey?” He asks, pulling you further back. He's hitting a spot inside you that makes you forget how to breathe.

“Like that,” you tell him, voice thin, eyes closed.

“Like that, you reckon,” he says, almost to himself, “How can someone you hate so much make you feel so good?”

“Lewis,” you rasp, reaching back to touch his hip. The pace is unforgiving. Your stomach is pressed into the lip of the counter. This can’t ever end. You'll die if he stops.

“Only I can fuck you like this,” he says, and then he’s leaning over you, his mouth by your ear, “Only me.”

“Yes,” you say, helpless, can’t think anymore.

“Considering you hate me,” Lewis says, and spanks you, just once, the sound of it sharp in the room, “You’re moaning like you fucking love me.”

He pulls away, done torturing you with the rumble of his voice, his big hands curving around your waist to fuck you back onto him.

“I’m gonna come in you,” Lewis says, and you can’t do much but say yes, yes and he’s doing it, grasping at you, fucking deep into you over and over, panting.

You stay bent over the counter, your hot face on the cool of the glass, trying to centre yourself, feeling the pulse of him inside you, the heat. You moan when he pulls out, reluctant, but it’s only a second before he’s pulling you around, throwing you over his shoulder like you’re nothing, an annoyance.

Your fists in the back of his jacket, holding onto him, knowing he won’t drop you, would never. Fall limply where he dumps you onto the bed. He’s still dressed, in his suit. Sweat shiny on his forehead. A braid has fallen from his bun to lie on his cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says, standing above you. You watch him get undressed, steady hands on buttons. Slow reveal of his body. The way he crawls over you, the warmth of him. The easy way he can get inside you, the second time, wet and waiting.

“Tell me,” Lewis murmurs, his mouth close to yours. Your hands are twisted in his hair, soft sounds every time he pushes back into you.

“I love you,” you whisper, close your eyes, let him kiss you.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fanfic #f1 smut #freaky friday #*

591 notes · View notes

isolemnlyswear · 3 years

Note

can i request sirius x readers where they fight? something like “youre just obsessed to fix me” but with a fluff ending? thank you so much, have a great day❤️

fix me

young!sirius x fem!reader

a/n : thank you for the request my love!! i hate angst but this turned out okay ! if ur reading this please follow me on @mullthingsoverinthehotwater i’m one away from 500 :P

warnings : smoking, swearing, angst, fluff!!

taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @tomriddleswifey @inks-and-jinx @jxsperhxle @punkrific @the-gazette-of-tea @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @incxndio @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory (dm or send me an ask to be added or removed!

---

“Sirius, you have to stop doing that, my love.” You sigh, not looking up from your book.

He scoffs, exhaling so that a thin ring of smoke leaves his mouth, hovering in front of him for but a moment until it wisps away into the evening air of the black lake.

“No.” He takes another whiff of his cigarette - from where he procured, you're unsure - and looks at you in defiance.

At that, you look up from your book, shutting it and turning to the boy.

“I'm only trying to help you, Sirius, they're really-”

“What, they're really bad for me? As if I haven't been told that before.” He runs his left hand through his raven hair, rolling his eyes just barely.

“Well, they are-” you begin, but he scoffs again, cutting you off.

“I'm aware, Y/N.” His use of your full name, rather than a nickname or a pet name, alarms you, and you furrow your brows.

“What is going on, Sirius, why are you being such a-”

“A git?” he interrupts you again, cocking his head as if in petty amusement, and you take in an irritated breath.

“Why do you keep interrupting me?” you ask calmly, desperate not to lose your temper on the boy you love.

“Why do you keep trying to fucking fix me? It's like your obsession, like you can't refrain from trying to ‘help me.’” His voice is raised now, and he's glaring at you angrily. Your voice constricts in your throat, words of retaliation dying on your tongue.

Tears are welling in your eyes, and he looks perfectly composed except for the anger that boils behind his silver irises.

“Spoiler alert, you wannabe martyr, I don't need to be fixed. Nor do I fucking want to be,” he practically spits, and you blink to try to hold back the tears pooling at your waterline.

“I'm fucking sorry that I want the man I love to be the best he can be, alright? I don't know what the fuck you even want from me, Sirius Black.” You get up from where you're sitting, leaving the clearing just as tears start to fall uncontrollably down your face.

You run as fast as you can, attempting to wipe the tears from your eyes as you go the only place you can think to - the common room.

You stumble through the porthole after sobbing out the password, receiving a judgemental look from the painting. As usual, Remus and James are lounged across the red velvet couch, discussing Merlin knows what, when they see you walk in.

Remus rushes to your side, leading you with a hand placed tentatively on your elbow so that you can sit down.

“What happened?” James asks apprehensively, and you attempt to steady your breath, rather unsuccessfully, in order to speak.

“S-Sirius-” is all you can choke out, and Remus’s face hardens as he makes the connection.

“What did he say, Y/N?” the lycanthrope asks, teeth clenched. He loves his best friend dearly, but man, can he be a royal asshole.

“He s-said that I w-was a wanna-wannabe m-martyr, ob-obsessed with fixing h-him.” You're fully sobbing now, unable to restrain the cries that choke between your words.

“That fucker,” James curses under his breath, rubbing your back soothingly.

“‘M j-just trying to help him, h-he said he didn't want t’be fixed,” you wail, and Remus shushes you comfortingly.

“S’okay, s’okay, he's just being an arse, alright? He isn't used to letting people in, he's scared, Y/N. It's not your fault, okay?” Remus says softly, and you nod, tears falling into your lap.

James ushers you upstairs to take a shower, and Remus, meanwhile, sets out to find Sirius.

Sirius is still sitting by the black lake, gazing off into the distance, still smoking his cigarette.

“Sirius Orion Black, what the fuck did you do?” Remus says, jaw clenched, and Sirius raises his eyebrows at the boy.

“Did Y/N fucking-” he says after a beat, cursing under his breath.

“Wannabe martyr? Really, Black? You had to stoop that low?” Remus glares at the raven-haired boy, who takes in a deep breath.

“She told me again that I need to stop smoking, I don't know why she can't just let me be-”

“Let you be? Sirius, she's your fucking girlfriend! You still love her, do you not?”

“Of course I do, but she just-”

“No fucking buts, Black. You love her. And you see how much she loves you, correct?”

“Yeah, she'd do anything for me-”

“Exactly! Are you daft? Can't you see that she'd do anything to make you happy, to make you thrive, to give you a better fucking life so that you can live it with her?” Remus is practically yelling, now, and Sirius looks down at his feet.

“I didn't look at it like that,” he says quietly, running a hand through his raven hair.

“Apologize, and tell her you love her. For the love of Merlin, that girl is incredible, and you need to show her that what you said was a fucking lie.” Remus demands, shaking his head.

Sirius nods, getting up from his seat on the grass and summoning his ashtray, stamping the cigarette into it firmly.

“Thank you, Moony,” he says, nodding curtly before leaving to find you.

You've just gotten out of the shower, brushing up with some makeup and clean clothes in the mirror.

You walk out in one of Sirius’s jumpers to find the owner of such stumbling into your dorm room. You purse your lips, turning away from him and walking to your desk, blinking back the tears that threaten to return.

“Y/N, please-”

“Please what?” you snap, turning to face him.

“Please forgive me, angel.” Sirius’s lip is trembling, and he's looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Sirius, I-” you cut yourself off, breath hitching in your throat. He doesn't interrupt you, rather, gulps as he holds your gaze.

“I'm sorry, I really, really fucking am. I know I can't just take it back, but I didn't- I didn't mean it, love, I didn't. You're incredible, and beneficent, and I truly love you. It's alright if you need some time, I was a dick, but please let me make it up to you. All I want from you is you.”

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, and you throw yourself onto the boy, burying your head in his neck. Although what he said hurt you, it's not hard to tell how much the boy completely and fully loves you.

“Tu es mon tout et plus encore, ma chérie. Pour toujours, nous le serons.”

translation, courtesy of my mediocre french and google translate : you are my everything and more, my darling. forever we will be.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagines #sirius black smut #sirius black fic

279 notes · View notes

dontshouta · 5 years

Note

heeey! can i request bakugo, izuku, shoto and shinsou with an s/o that is a bad influence for them (they manipulate the boys to skip classes, make them jealous/angry just for fun, etc) and then someone or something makes them snap and realize that their s/o is not good? i really like ur writing and really liked this idea but it's ok if you dont feel like doing them

this request made me 🥺 why must u make me write these dumb boys bad 😔 theyre doing their best okay. also i know u didn’t make this exclusively reader x bnha but like. I wanted a happy ending okay.

Bakugou Katsuki:

You were sat in your usual seat in the back of the class, your eyes lazily sweeping over the heads of your peers. Professor Yamada was droning on about some grammatically incorrect sentences in the background of your own thoughts, your mind elsewhere while you drew incoherent doodles in the margins of your notes.

English was your last class for the day, the clock ticking ever so slowly while you thought of any last minute plans you could make with your friends. You thought you could go to the mall with Mina, you needed a new pair of shoes and you knew she wouldn’t do you wrong. Or, you could hang out at Sero and Kaminari’s place, you’ve been meaning to bum out and have a movie night with those two. Or maybe, you could grab some lunch with Bakug-

Where the hell was Bakugou?

Your eyes jumped to stare into his empty desk, burning imaginary holes into the seat while searching through your mind’s eye to figure out why on Earth he would be gone. Bakugou never missed a day of class, so why now? Did he catch a cold? Does he have a dentist’s appointment? Was he abducted by aliens? Did he get hit by a-

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open and in came the culprit. Along with a demon clinging onto his arm. You rolled your eyes, a sigh escaping through your lips as you watched the two make their way to their respective seats. Of course she was the reason why he was late.

“Ahh, sorry professor!” She cooed, mock saluting poor Professor Yamada. “Didn’t realize we were so late, right Katsuki?”

You knew the rat was lying through her teeth. You knew she would rather die than come into class early like a normal student. You glared seething hatred into the back of her head, watching as her hand stayed glued to Bakugou’s arm, even as they sat in their seats.

Bakugou merely grunted in response, his eyes downcast while he settled in. You wanted to get up and pull him by the ear out of the classroom and give that dumb boy a stern talking to but you had at least some restraint. You studied the boy’s face closely, and you felt your heart sink. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw him look so… anguished. His expression was so openly conflicted you couldn’t help the feeling of dejection filling your tight chest.

After class, you launched yourself to Bakugou before his demon of a girlfriend could sink her claws into him first and hightailed it out of the classroom without a trace.

“Y/N- what- where the fuck are you taking me!” He growled, trying to shake himself from you.

“We need to have a little chit-chat Bakugou.” You started, rounding a corner into a little nook where you and Bakugou could talk without any disturbances. “I saw your face, I know you’re not happy with what happened today. What’s going on?”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment, emotions flickering through his face until he finally broke the silence with a deep sigh.

“This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened… She keeps forcing me to skip my classes and shit and I don’t know why but I just can’t fucking say no. What the fuck is up with that? Since when have I ever been a damn toy for some girl? This shit’s been really pissing me off but I haven’t done jack shit about it!”

You could see the anger coursing through his body as he restrained himself from probably yeeting you into space. You felt angry. Angry because you didn’t notice his inner turmoil earlier and even angrier because of the person doing this. Didn’t she care for Bakugou at all? What a shitty girlfriend. You wouldn’t treat him like this.

“Bakugou,” You placed a comforting hand on his bicep, squeezing the hard muscle tightly to show your support. “I think you should break up with her. I’ve never had a good feeling about her in the first place and I hate seeing you so miserable because of some obnoxious brat.”

He reached up to squeeze your hand back before removing it entirely from his arm with a heavy sigh.

“Thanks, Y/N.. Even though you’re always in my fuckin’ business I appreciate you knocking some damn sense into my head.”

You gave him a bright smile. “Of course! I’d hate to see my favorite rat in distress!” You puffed your chest out with pride. “Now you owe me, how about taking me out on a date once your free from the devil’s clutches?”

With a roll of his eyes he ruffled your hair, a smirk playing on his lips while he abandoned your super secret hiding spot. Hands shoved into his jeans pockets, he looked over his shoulder, a cocky look in his eyes.

“I knew you only wanted me to break up with her just so you could get a shot at me. You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

A furious blush erupted onto your cheeks as you wildly yelled at the boy. The only response he so graciously gave you was a wink and a chuckle, causing your shouts behind him to grow tenfold.

You were left with red cheeks and a shy smile as you watched Bakugou escape your sight. You just hoped the stupid boy would actually break up with the witch or you feared you’d meddle again and do it yourself.

Midoriya Izuku:

Click. Click. Click. Click. ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick-

“Okay, Mido, I’m taking that from you.” You snatched the boy’s pen from his hand before he could protest and shoved it into your jacket pocket. His face flushed as he muttered incoherent excuses under his breath, the mess of hair on top of his head bobbing while he jittered in his seat.

You’d hoped you could have a relaxing study session with Midoriya in the local coffee shop but the poor boy had been fidgeting ever since the pair of you entered the establishment.

“Mido, what’s wrong? You’re more spazzy than usual.”

You watched as he rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth while staring at something behind you, causing a large sigh to escape from your lips.

“Dude, are you zoning out again? I asked you a ques-” Just as you started talking you turned to see what he was staring at, as soon as your eyes landed on the scene behind you you whipped right back around with wide eyes.

“Yo, isn’t that your boyfriend??” Your eyes were wide with concern, your body frantically forcing itself in front of Midoriya’s line of sight. “Mido, he’s all over that guy, did you guys break up or something?”

You wanted nothing more than to launch yourself from your seat to beat the other boy up but you held yourself back to hear out your friend instead.

Midoriya raked both of his hands through his hair, mumbling as he did so. He slumped back into his chair in defeat, his face scrunching up in both anger and betrayal.

“Haha.. no, Y/N. Um, he’s-he’s been doing this for a while actually haha.. At first it was kinda cute I guess but now I’m not sure if he even likes me anymore. I don’t like being jealous, Y/N.. I don’t even feel like it’s worth the hassle anymore..”

Your heart broke for him, watching him struggle with his emotions right in front of you. You stole a quick peek behind you again, your eyes meeting the flirting boy’s briefly. His eyebrow cocked up, almost making you jump out of your seat to defend your friend. You felt the need to fight a bitch growing now more than ever.

“Dude what the hell, he’s doing it on purpose?? What’s his deal? Is he so insecure in your relationship that he has to openly flirt with someone else? Mido, you don’t deserve that.” You took his hand in yours as you watched tears well up in his angry eyes. A watery laugh bubbled out from his as a sneaky tear slipped down his cheek.

“Y/N I feel so stupid right now! I can’t even muster up the courage to tell him off-”

A hand wrapped tightly around your arm and ripped it away from Midoriya, you winced in pain as it was suddenly ripped in the wrong direction.

“Yo, what the fu-”

“Get your hands off him, freak. He’s my boyfriend, remember?”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. You stood, your body silently fuming as his words hit your ears. Your arm slightly aching at the socket, adding fuel to the already blazing fire. Who the fuck does this man think he is? You made a mental note to have Todoroki melt your arm off later.

“You’re one to talk! You’ve been all over that guy the entire time we’ve been here! And Mido’s been telling me this isn’t the first time this has happened. You have no right to come up to me, physically injure me, and tell me that I can’t comfort my hurting friend over some douchebag like you. Frankly, I’m fucking disgusted that you had the balls to pull that shit with me.”

Midoriya stood too, his chair screeching as it was pushed back with force. He planted himself between the two of you, a fiery look in his eye as he jutted his chin out to address his “boyfriend”.

“You can play with my heart all you want. You can keep making me skip my classes. You can keep pressuring me to do stuff I don’t want to. You can keep making me jealous. You can keep flirting with other guys. But you, hurting one of my best friends, crosses the line. You need to go. Don’t bother trying to contact me, as of now, you’re nothing to me.”

Before the weasel can so much as object, Midoriya gathered everything from your abandoned table, took your hand, and rushed out of the coffee shop.

The two of you walked in silence for a couple of blocks, Midoriya’s hand still gripping yours like his life depended on it. Causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to accelerate even more than it already has.

“M-Midoriya, I think we’re good.. now”

The boy suddenly stopped, causing you to crash into his back. A small ow sounded from you, your hand rubbing your nose while you silently cursed the literal brick house in front of you. How could a sweet, innocent guy like Midoriya be so fuckin’ stacked?

“Y/N.. thank you for sticking up for me back there.. I know I wouldn’t have had the confidence to tell him off if you weren’t there to do it first.”

“It was no problem, Mido! What’re friends for?”

“Haha yeah.. Friends..”

Todoroki Shouto:

It was around 3 AM. Honestly, you weren’t really sure what time it was exactly but what you were sure of was the fact that it was way past your bedtime. You wanted nothing more than to collapse onto your bed without a second thought but you couldn’t ignore your growling stomach. So, you were posted in front of the microwave like a soldier guarding a princess, waiting for your good ‘ol cuppa mac n cheese to finish.

You heard the front door to the dorms open and shut, two pairs of wobbly footsteps entering with angry shushes accompanying them. You moved from your position, making your way out of the kitchen and towards the two people trying, and failing, to keep quiet.

“Todoroki? What’re you doing here so late? Shouldn’t you be in-”

The other person shushed you, eyebrows set in a tired frown as they clung to Todoroki desperately. Something was off.

“What the fuck’re you so loud for? Shove off why don’t you? It’s none of your business.”

You were shocked to the point where you couldn’t get a clever retort in even if you tried. Which pained you. But, you couldn’t leave it at that. You would’ve loved to pretend like you didn’t see them, but you couldn’t ignore Todoroki’s look of displeasure on his usually calm, beautiful face.

“Dude, as much as I would like to ignore you for the rest of my life, I can’t just let you drag around Todoroki like that. Can’t you tell he’s uncomfortable?”

They just rolled their eyes, hands tightening on Todoroki’s shirt possessively. You felt your own hands ball into fists, your patience thinning in the company of the little troll.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business.” Their response rewarded a scoff from you, you refused to let them get away with whatever they were trying to do. It didn’t seem right, not one bit.

“Um. But it is my business. Todoroki’s my friend and I’m not gonna leave you alone until you leave him alone.”

“Ha!” They barked, hand fluttering onto their chest haughtily. “You think he’d rather be with you? What, you confused or something? He’s dating me, smartass. Not you.”

“Actually, I’d much rather be with Y/N right now.. If you don’t mind.” Todoroki’s speech was slightly slurred as he spoke, his eyes barely following your movements as he slumped over.

His date physically recoiled, an incredulous look painting their already angry features as they pushed the drunk boy onto you without any care.

“Fine, like I care. When you come to your fucking senses, I’ll be in my room.”

With a huff, they were gone. You were left with the barely sober man who slowly wrapped his arms around you, using you as his support while the two of you stood without a word.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind as you assessed the situation. Todoroki and his date came super late into the dorms, drunk. His date tried to get him up into one of their respective rooms, together. The thought made your skin crawl, hoping the events that would’ve transpired were more innocent than you thought.

Todoroki shifted in your arm, his face nuzzling into your neck with his hot breath fanning against your cool skin.

“Um- uhh, Todoroki? Do you want me to take you to your room? You should sleep, it’s super late.”

The boy hummed, his face burrowing deeper into your neck, making a surprised squeal erupt from your lips while goosebumps exploded onto your skin. You felt hot, your whole body burning from the sudden affection.

“No.. I’d rather be right. Here.” The boy said it with such finality you wondered if he’d sobered up right then and there. You wished he did though, he was getting heavier and heavier in your arms. You would be surprised if the two of you didn’t collapse onto the floor.

“Todo, you’re drunk, please lemme take you upstairs.”

He let out a small whine, his hands wrapping around you tighter. He shook his head no while still buried in your neck, tickling you and causing you to giggle. Oh man, he was going to be the death of you. With a defeated sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair to try and appease the drunk brat latched onto you.

“I like you better than them, Y/N. You’re nice to me and don’t make me go out clubbing every night.”

Your heart raced, the hand in his hair stopping its ministrations to process the words that had just came out of your drunk companion. This was a usual thing, wasn’t it? The poor boy must always be tired. Come to think of it, there has been some uncharacteristic dark circles under his eyes lately. You wanted to sleep with him every night to make sure he was getting a good night’s sleep.

“Todo, if you don’t like them, break up with them. It’s that simple.”

He moved his face from it’s spot in your neck and rested his chin on your sternum, mismatched eyes staring into yours earnestly.

“If I do, can I be with you instead?”

Shinsou Hitoshi:

You knew you were being creepy. You could feel it in your bones. The creep factor was up by 50% with the way you were slinking around in the library. You couldn’t help it though, you knew something was up as soon as you saw them walk in.

You watched with narrowed eyes as Shinsou and his girlfriend walked through the library. Shinsou looked as passive as always, but you knew him better than that. You could practically feel the discomfort coming off him in waves.

You wanted to confront them but something was stopping you. You knew you couldn’t just come up to the two and start accusing his girlfriend of something you don’t know anything about. You didn’t want to make a scene. Yet. So, like the nosy bitch you were, you decided to snoop.

“Hitoshi, just use your quirk, yeah? Do it for me? Please?” The way she pranced around him and hung onto his arm for dear life made you want to gag. But you were more concerned about her trying to coerce Shinsou to use his quirk.

For what? What was she trying to accomplish? Did she want something from someone? Why were they in the library? What was the point of all this?

“You know I’m not comfortable with using my quirk for things like that, so why do you keep asking?”

“Well, you’re my boyfriend, shouldn’t you make an exception for me? It’s not like you’ve denied me before.”

You furrowed your brow. She’s been making him use his quirk without his full consent? Why would he let her do that? You found the whole thing to be completely and utterly. Whack. You really didn’t understand what was happening so you continued your snooping adventure.

“Yeah, well, I just don’t wanna do it anymore. Like, you keep making me use my quirk for villainous shit. You do realize I’m trying to prove to everyone that it could be used for heroing too, right? You’re my girlfriend, shouldn't you understand?”

Hearing him use her own words against her made your chest swell with pride. Fuck yeah, Shinsou baby, tell that bitch what’s up. But then you felt it sink right back down after processing his words. She’s been making him use his quirk, with dubious consent, for villainous activities? That’s more than whack. She’s in a school for heroes for crying out loud, surely she’d know better than that?

“Hitoshi, it’s all just a little bit of fun! We’re not hurting anybody, and nobody knows its us! it’s a win-win if I do say so myself.”

At this point, you couldn’t keep yourself concealed, you had to give her a piece of your mind. You sprang from your hiding spot and rushed towards the two, an accusing finger pointing right at the little gremlin woman who claimed to be Shinou’s lovely girlfriend.

“Listen up ya little wench, I think you’re gross for trying to use my buddy Shinsou for your little games! How could you do that? Shinsou’s such a genuine person trying to be a hero and here you are ruining it for him! You make me sick!”

She all but huffed before stomping away, flipping you off behind her back and motioning between her and Shinsou before making a heart and breaking it.

“Did she just break up with me?”

His casual nonchalance at the whole fiasco caused a cackle to erupt from your chest, hand slapping at his hard chest as you fought your raucous giggles.

“Good riddance! I couldn’t stand to hear her babble on any longer.” You huffed and crossed your arms, making sure to stick your tongue out at her retreating form.

“So.. you were spying on me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah? And? I could smell her bad intentions from a mile away, you should thank me.”

“How about I thank you over some dinner?”

411 notes · View notes