#todoroki lemon
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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋
Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!
Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out
CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon
Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.
You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.
"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.
You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.
"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.
"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.
"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.
"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.
You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"
Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm. Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.
You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.
“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?”
Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”
“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”
“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”
“Huh.”
“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.
“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.
What the actual hell, Shoto.
“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.
“Yes, I am.”
You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.
“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”
Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.
“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.
He smirks. “I’m strategic.”
You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.
You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.
He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.
You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.
“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”
He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.
“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”
“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”
His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”
“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.
“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”
His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.
“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.
“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor. He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.
Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.
“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…
“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.
“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”
You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.
“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.
“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.
“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”
Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”
“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.
“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.
“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.
“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.
“Did I say something funny?”
“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.
“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??
Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.
You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.
“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”
“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”
You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.
“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.
You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.
“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.
“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.
“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.
“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”
“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.
“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”
Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”
“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.
His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.
“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.
“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.
“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.
“Really?” He whispers.
“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.
You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.
Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.
Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?” He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.
You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.
You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.
“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.
“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.
After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.
“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.
He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.
“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.
He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.
“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.
“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.
He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –
A knock on the door causes you both to still.
“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”
“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”
The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.
“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”
“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.
You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.
“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.
Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”
You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.
“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.
“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.
“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.
“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”
“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.
Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.
Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.
Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.
“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”
“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.
As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.
Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.
You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.
“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.
“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.
“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?”
“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.
“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.
“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”
Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.
“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”
You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.
“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”
You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.
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Dilf!Todoroki who gives you a good ol' spanking when you misbehave.
Dilf!Todoroki who breeds you till you can't walk for an entire week.
Dilf! Todoroki who makes you wear a collar with his name on it and makes you walk around the house.
#todoroki smut#todoroki lemon#todoroki x reader#todoroki x reader smut#todoroki thirst#bnha smut#bnha x reader
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*Sero and Todoroki observing bkdk*
Sero, jokingly: I want what they have…
Todoroki, hesitant: I… okay, you’re annoying.
Sero:
Todoroki: and a loser…?
Sero: I wanna kiss you so bad.
#Todoroki: you be Bakugo next#Sero: okay hold out your hand and I’ll start crying#easy peasy lemon squeezy#🥴#seroroki#todosero#bkdk#dkbk#bakudeku#dekubaku#:’)
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Tumblr nuked the shigadabi bjs so here's a less awfully censored pic ~
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#shigadabi#tomura shigaraki#dabi#shigaraki tomura#touya todoroki#todoroki touya#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#my art#lemon
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Dabix f!Reader
✧*̥˚ Please Reblog*̥˚✧
Warnings: Spanking, Heat play, mature (sex)stuff in kitchen, cl¡t slapping, praise and degradation, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, light fingering,f! Receiving oral
You'd been at the kitchen counter making dinner when Dabi returned to your cramped apartment. "Hey! I'm glad your home!" You yelled when you heard the door click closed. Quickly making two bowls of the beef strew you'd been working on all day. After all it was your day off and the two of you took turns cooking on your days off- the sound of his coat hitting the floor was all you heard before he hugged you from behind. Yanking your whole body back and into his chest
"Ah bad day?" You said reaching your hand back to take a tuft of his hair and pull his face closer to your ear. His hummed into your neck and let his hand slink up from your waist to lightly grip your neck. "It fucking sucked" He muttered giving your neck a light kiss. "Mm so dinner after?" You whispered as he started pushing your body towards the counter. His hand starting to slowly heat against your neck as he pushed you over the cool surface. "I'll take care of ya so don't worry bout it." He murmed grinding against your ass as he pulled up the white t-shirt of his that you'd been wearing. Maneuvering yourself to slip it off be left only in your underwear..dragging his hands down your back before reaching to grab your hips and pull you further back into him. Enjoying the little gasp he can always get outta you. The small sting of his hands getting a little to warm and leaving small red print of his hands over where the were before getting to his knees behind you.
Biting the fabric covering you and pulling it down to your mid thigh with his teeth while his hands gripped the fat of your ass. Still warm and harsh. He was getting a little more desperate not wanting to take his time and that was obvious by him not bothering to even property spread your pretty pussy open first like he would normally- just suck and licking and ever so gently biting at those sensitive areas you've always tried to hide from him. The first time you let him go down on you, you tried to push him away from your clit so you wouldn't "cum too fast" he thought it was fuckin adorable. The way you'd try to pull away or push him off to keep it from happening. Your legs were tensing and he grabbed your ankles and forced them up to your ass so now yoir weight was fully on the counter. Back arching and moaning freely while you came on his face body forcibly grinding on it. He didn't really wait as he reached a hand around and placed a hand over your mouth.
"Come on pretty gimme something to work with" his gravley voice said and you obeyed without a second thought, licking his hand and lightly spitting in it before he let go and quickly undid his pants using the saliva as lubricant to pump himself a few times leaning forward as he did and biting the back of your neck earning him a pretty moan from you and a large bite mark to replace the older fading one next to it. "You're doin so good f'me pretty such a slut" He groaned as he moved your hips to press our wet cunt to his hard cock. Pressing and bullying his way into you while rubbing soothing circles onto your ass. Giving you just a few seconds to adjust before giving your ass a hard slap. "Fuuck so tight. I really need to fuck you more loosen this cunt up." He groaned rocking back and forth before pulling you a bit back off the counter finally letting your toes touch the ground again before properly fucking you. Hand on the back of your neck nice and hot while holding your hips in place. You bit your lip trying to stay quiet and arching yoir back as much as you could in the position. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust was overwhelming. "Hah? Cmon bitch make some noise" He growled before letting go of thr back of your neck and slapping your clit a few times your legs automatically bending and trying to close shut all at once but he laughed at the attempt. "Aw look at you baby girl cmon I know what you like. Don't fight it." Squeeling face down into the counter as he didn't stop the movement of his hips into your plump ass or the slap of his hand on your clit. Ever so softly rubbing it between each harsh impact. You came fast, squirting all over but he didn't stop. He hadn't come yet ans you found yourself still vent over the counter, eyes crossed and tongue lulled out as he finally came in you muttering about you being the perfect cock sleeve. Slowly pulling out before fingerings his seed back into you.
"So you ready for dinner? I'm starving."
#mha#boku no hero academia#dabi#villains#dabi smut#smut#bnha smut#mha smut#lemon#bnha x reader#bnha x you#f!reader#female#toya todoroki#fanfics#bnha fanfiction#villain#bnha villains#my hero academia#fluff#kitchen#stress relief
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Okay, so! I'm glad to see some people are interested in the idea. I'll start working on it within the next week or so. With that in mind, two questions for you guys.
1.) My own OC or reader self-insert?
2.) Who is willing to be a beta reader for me to make sure things flow right and I don't overlook mistakes?
#touya todoroki#dabi smut#mha dabi#bnha dabi#dabi#dabi touya#dabi x reader#dabi x reader lemon#dabi x oc#slow burn#romance#isekai#fanfic
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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 3💙
Continuation of Part 2
Weeks have passed since you left Touya on read with no further attempts on his end to reach out. Life continued on, attending classes as usual and spending time with friends. It was actually...kind of boring.
You hate to admit it, but those two days were probably the most exciting events to have happened since you started college.
Why can't I stop thinking about him?!
Sighing, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat as the professor dismisses everyone. Walking out of the door, you glance at the clock and debate whether or not you wanted to go to the library.
It was getting pretty late in the evening and your bed was calling your name. However, you had a big project due soon and you really wanted to get it done and over with. Sighing again, you clutch your bag closer to your chest as you open the door to the building, the windy cold air smacking you in the face.
What to do what to do...
Your eyes moved back and forth between the dorm buildings and the library building, fighting an inner battle in your head as you walked, the deciding split path coming closer.
"Let's go Touya! I'm fucking freezing!"
Immediately your eyes zeroed in on the source, seeing Keigo pull Touya along the path from the dorms, heading your way.
Library it is.
You speed up, keeping your head down in hopes of them not recognizing you. You could only pray that what happened with Touya was a one-time thing and not something he held onto. There are plenty of other girls on campus he has yet to get with...right?
The thought made you shiver as you reached the split path just as Keigo and Touya reached it. Please please please please-
"Hey, (Y/n)!"
Fuck.
You look towards Keigo's bright smile, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold, a beanie hat pulled over his head as blonde hair stuck out wildly from underneath.
You dare to glance at Touya, who stood silently next to Keigo, in nothing but his black sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. His hoodie was pulled up though, and his hair looking unfairly sexy with how wind ruffled the front was. His expression was cool, completely unbothered by the wind chill.
"Hey..." you respond hesitantly feeling heat crawl up your cheeks despite how cold it was. You pray your cheeks were already flushed so Touya didn't notice.
"Where are you off to?" Keigo asks as he walks in place, probably trying to keep his blood moving.
"Library," you nod towards the building lamely. You couldn't understand why Keigo was talking to you. Sure, he was a nice, friends or at least acquaintances with everyone on campus, so you knew of him, but never really chatted with him until now. Besides, he was best friends with Touya so you weren't sure just how 'nice' he really was.
"Boooo! Come with us, we're heading to get some hot chocolate and then going to watch a movie in Hitoshi's dorm." Keigo shoots you another smile as your eyes widen in shock.
Getting invited to hang out with Touya's little gang of friends was probably something girls on campus would kill for. Not only is everyone in the group insanely attractive, but all of them have a bad reputation for something.
Your mind reels as you try to name every single person in Touya's group, failing, as your eyes frantically flicker over to the said man who was staring you down with a hooded look. "I- uh- have a project due," you answer, still confused as to why this was happening.
Keigo rolls his eyes dramatically. "When is it due?"
You purse your lips hesitantly. "Two...weeks..." Now sounding like a goody-two-shoes, you cringe at yourself as Keigo looks at you in disbelief.
"(Y/n)! That's plenty of time! C'mon pleaseee?! I haven't seen you since the party and wanted to catch up!"
Keigo walks up to you, putting his arm around your shoulders as you're all but pulled back down the path you came towards the campus cafe.
"Catch...up?" You repeat, knowing damn well Keigo knew nothing about you in general.
"Yeah!" Keigo starts walking faster and you stumble trying to keep up. "God, I hate this weather. Touya how are you so calm right now?"
You tsk softly and murmur, "maybe because he's cold-blooded." Keigo pauses in his steps and then throws his head back laughing.
"Just for that, (Y/n), your hot chocolate is on me!"
With curiosity getting the better of you, you let yourself be dragged along wanting to see just what was in store for you tonight.
Touya silently walked behind you and Keigo, the feeling of eyes on your back warming you up with the holes they were burning.
~*~*~*~*
Hitoshi's dorm was nicer than you expected.
Touya weirdly had a key to the room and let you three inside without knocking.
"'Toshi!" Keigo called out. "We brought a friend to movie night!"
You clutch the hot drink in your hands as you look around, a single small kitchen off to the left and the living room straight ahead. It must be the largest dorm you can get because this almost felt like an apartment.
You didn't know Hitoshi really. Last semester he was in the same history class as you and was quiet as a mouse. Never spoke up or caused any problems; just came to class and left.
A head of purple hair peeked around the right entranceway to the living room. "Hey come in. Tomura and Yo are already here...I'm just getting some extra blankets."
Before you could lift your hand in a half-hearted greeting, the head disappears again and you're left wondering why this supposed group of badass guys are having a movie night together.
I mean...I'm all for it, but still...not what I expected.
Keigo takes off to the living room yelling Yo's name. There was a silent beat before a large 'oof' was heard and loud shouts and thumps started. Boys, you think shaking your head as you take another sip of your hot chocolate.
"Well...it's not a coffee date but it's something."
You jump, the smooth deep voice hitting your ears closer than expected. You forgot Touya was even with you with how silent he had been.
"Coffee date?" You repeat, annoyed.
"Yeah. I offered to take you out."
You lift your cup and look back and forth between him and the hot chocolate.
"You didn't even pay for this?"
"So you'll let me take you out for real?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Does it look like I am?"
Touya steps closer making you step back. His eyes were serious but still hooded and mysterious like he was hiding something. His true intentions maybe.
Rolling your eyes, you huff and shift your stance before turning to walk into the living room, leaving Touya alone.
Keigo, and you're guessing 'Yo,' were in the middle of the room rolling around on the ground with what once was fun wrestling turned serious. The other boy who you assumed was Tomura sat crisscrossed on the couch with a Nintendo Switch in his hands, completely ignoring the testosterone match going on below him.
God, this was so awkward. You didn't know anyone here and the other boys seemed to engrossed in their own activities to notice you. Just as you were about to turn back around, a blanket draped over your shoulders.
"(Y/n), right?" Hitoshi greets you with a tired smile, his lip ring glinting in the light. "We had a class last semester together?" Your mouth parts slightly, not remembering Hitoshi being this attractive. The lip ring caught your attention, but also the barbell through his eyebrow.
Closing your mouth, gulping, your eyes briefly widen in shock before blinking once, surprised that he remembered you. "Yeah, hey. Sorry for intruding...I didn't really have a choice since Keigo dragged me here."
Not true. You could've easily and firmly denied the invite, but you didn't.
Hitoshi buys the excuse though, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he's like that. You know Keigo."
"Yeah..." you agreed solemnly.
No, actually, you didn't know. You don't know anyone here really.
You both look at the two boys now sweating slightly as they grunted across the floor. Hitoshi sighs and raises his voice slightly. "If you two don't stop I'll get Katsuki over here."
That seems to make Keigo freeze, but Yo uses that opportunity to pin him down. "Kat isn't gonna do shit," Yo tsks, breathing heavily.
You look back at Hitoshi, seeing in your peripheral that Touya has now entered the room, staring at the blanket that had been placed over your shoulders with a weird look on his face.
Hitoshi doesn't notice, rolling his eyes at Keigo as he taps the ground three times, gasping as Yo lets him go. "You're just mad he beats you every time." Hitoshi snorts, throwing two blankets over the boys before walking over to Tomura and handing him one.
"It's always a tie!' Yo yanks the blanket off his head and scowls before noticing you. "Oh. Hey."
As if nothing happened, a confident smirk appears on his face and you couldn't help but laugh. It was ridiculous seeing how disheveled he looked along with the still clutched blanket in his lap, trying to smooth talk you.
Keigo suddenly sits up, throwing the blanket off. "Oh! Guys, this is (Y/n)!"
You wave shyly and look around, Tomura only lifts a hand, still not paying attention. Hitoshi motions you over to the other couch so you could sit down.
"Sorry for intruding," you repeat again, placing your drink down on the center coffee table and bag on the floor before situating yourself under the blanket to warm up more. Hitoshi casually sits down next to you on your right, closer than you expected.
You eye him warily and go to move over when Touya sits down. Now trapped between two God-like men, you sink into the couch trying to breathe evenly.
"So what movie are we watching?" Keigo hops up next to Tomura, causing him to make an annoyed sound as his game was disrupted. Yo takes his blanket and collapses in a large beanbag in the corner of the room, stretching out.
"Why is a girl here?" Yo asks instead, shooting you another once-over.
A very good question that you would like to know the answer to as well.
"She's a friend," Touya finally speaks up and that made Tomura pause his game, making all the guys stare at you.
Heat rushes to your face as you turn to Touya. "Not a friend."
The corner of his lip curls up slightly. "Girlfriend?"
Your mouth drops open in shock as Touya fights a smirk. Heat radiated off your cheeks as the rest of the room watches silently.
"Not even if you were the last guy on earth." Seething, you're about to stand up and walk out of the dorm in embarrassment and straight to the registration office to transfer schools when something lands on your lap.
"Mreow~"
Your face is suddenly blank as the cat rubs its forehead against your arm looking for pats.
"A cat?" Dumbly, you lift your hands and scratch behind the cat's ears lightly as it starts to purr. "We can have pets on campus?"
Hitoshi coughs slightly. "Uh...no. But she just followed me one day so as her chosen owner, I took her in." His statement was said with pride so you couldn't help but smile slightly down at the large cat now curled in on your lap purring contently.
"Anyway, meet Mimi. She usually doesn't like people and rarely comes out of my room so...this is new." Hitoshi says in slight awe, watching you pet Mimi.
Touya shifts uncomfortably next to you making you look at him. He's looking at Mimi warily and leans away, finally giving you some space. Before you could ask, Keigo speaks up for you. "Touya and cats don't get along. Mimi doesn't like him."
You condescendingly pout at Touya and in a mocking voice you couldn't help yourself but say, "Aweee~ it's the only pussy you can't get."
You freeze, shocked that you just said that out loud. It takes all but three long seconds before the room erupts with laughter, Keigo falling off the couch as Yo wheezes on the beanbag. Hitoshi's shoulders are shaking next to you and Tomura grins at you from across the room.
"I like her," he finally speaks up for the first time since you've been here.
You're still embarrassed by your boldness and dare to look back at Touya who looks somewhat embarrassed himself that he can't get along with cats. Noticing you looking at him, he recovers his expression and murmurs low enough that only you can hear over the laughter and teasing in the room.
"It's not the only one."
You glare but bite back a grin of victory seeing Touya look annoyed at being the center of the joke, especially with his reputation.
"Oh, (Y/n), I knew I liked you!" Keigo wipes a tear from his eyes and you look at all the other boys in the room who are looking at you as if they're seeing you for the first time. "I'm texting Kat this."
"Put it in the group chat for everyone," Tomura speaks up again, looking down at Keigo's phone with him.
"Just...put the fucking movie on," Touya speaks up again, irritation clear in his voice, glancing down at your lap once more in disappointment.
Hitoshi snorts and reaches for the remote, still smirking in amusement.
Maybe this night will pay off after all.
~*~*~*~*
Halfway through the movie, you couldn't even pay attention because you were too busy trying not to fall asleep. Touya and Hitoshi were providing heat on both sides of you since Mimi hopped off your lap sometime earlier to sit on Tomura.
It was some action, horror movie that apparently Keigo had suggested so the only one who talked through it was Keigo, making comments or explaining everything that was going on. It was when Touya threw a pillow at him with Yo yelling at him to shut up was when Keigo grumbled and quieted down.
You yawn for the nth time in a row, eyelids drooping lower with your vision becoming blurry. Shifting your position, you cross your legs up on the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your knee happened to rest on Touya's thigh as you shifted so you expected him to move over.
He didn't.
Instead, a hand slowly crawled its way under your blanket and rested on your knee, fingers circling it softly.
The movement made you shiver, discretely looking at Touya whose eyes were fixated on the TV. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, his fingers now dancing up and down your thigh, reaching a little higher with every stroke. You wanted to push his hand away but couldn't.
It felt...nice.
A sigh was building up in your throat as you resisted the urge to lean back and arch into his hand. It felt so good and by his expression, you couldn't tell if he was intentionally doing this or not. His chin rested in his other hand, propped up on the armrest, his turquoise eyes flashing with whatever was happening in the movie.
You gulped, glancing around at the other boys, now wide awake as you tried to see if any of them were paying attention. Hitoshi had thankfully shifted when you did, giving you more space but you swear you could feel his hand close to your other knee.
You had worn long pants today, but the heat from Touya's palm was searing into your skin. A slow stroke of his hand up the inside of your thigh just brushing against your core had you abruptly closing your legs with a shocked squeak.
"You okay?" Hitoshi murmurs in your ear. You nod, not even being able to look at him with how inflamed your face was.
"Yeah...this movie is crazy." A pathetic excuse because you're not even sure if anything interesting happened. The other boys in the room glanced at you briefly before diverting their attention back to the screen.
You turn your head a little, pretending to scratch your head to look at Touya who was smirking darkly, his eyes burning low.
'Can I have my hand back?' He mouths, shifting his hand slightly so it rubs up and down your slit.
Your eyes widen, realizing you trapped his hand between your thighs. Jerking, you stand up suddenly causing Hitoshi to jump.
"Uh- I uh- sorry I have to go. I forgot I had something due tonight," you stumble over your words feeling your core throb. "Thanks for inviting me Keigo, and letting me stay Hitoshi." You grab your bag and your drink, hurrying to clean up after yourself. "Nice to meet you Yo and Tomura."
Avoiding the confused stares, you speed walk to the door, Touya, Keigo, and Hitoshi following you.
"Hey...it's no problem. You can come back anytime," Hitoshi says, "and see Mimi again," he quickly adds, clearing his throat.
You nod hastily, not really paying attention as Hitoshi opens the door for you. All you could think about was wanting to get out of there and hopefully never see these boys again.
And maybe relieve yourself in your bed when you get back to your room.
"I'm walking you back," Touya didn't leave any room for discussion just as Keigo was about to say something, closing the door to Hitoshi's dorm behind you two. You narrow your eyes at him, that infuriating smirk directed at you once again.
You storm off, Touya close behind.
It was dark out now, the campus paths being lit up by lamp posts and the few buildings with lights still on the inside. You cross your arms closer in your jacket when you suddenly have something handed to you.
"Put it on."
You grab the black hoodie without looking at him and shove it back. "I don't want it."
"I tried warming you up another way but-"
"Fucker!" Vehemently, you whip towards him and point a finger in his face. "What part of 'never' do you not understand?"
The low chuckle that left Touya's lips had a shiver running through you. It's just cold, (Y/n). It's the cold.
"Really? To me, it seemed like you wanted my hand there."
You storm off to your dorm building, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. He was right and you hated it.
He knew he was right with the way his laugh trailed after you, shrugging his hoodie back on before catching up.
"It's ok to be honest, (Y/n)." Touya all but purred your name, avoiding the door you tried to slam in his face as you entered your building. You pray no one was up to see Touya with you.
Just as you were fumbling with your keys, shaking from anger, embarrassment, and arousal, tattooed hands trap you on either side of your dorm door.
"Turn around." Touya's sudden husky voice had you pausing, the low rumble of his voice making your eyes flutter. His voice was close to your ear, warm breath tickling over it.
Finally unlocking the door, you muster a glare, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest, only to come face to face with Touya's knowing gaze. "Good girl."
The glare quickly fell off your face, heat blossoming at the unexpected praise. Your breathing comes out shallow, finding it hard to look him in the eyes.
"Why deny it, (Y/n)? You want me," Touya says knowingly, leaning down closer to your neck, invading your space. Memories of being in the closet with him come flooding back. His scent, his voice, the lightheadedness you're starting to feel...
"N-no I-" You try to start, but lips brush over the sensitive part of your neck making you moan softly.
"Mm? I'm sure that pretty pussy is saying otherwise right now, hm?" Touya opens his mouth wider and sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips, your head rolling to the side as Touya marked your skin, his teeth scraping over it gently.
Your hand's fist Touya's hoodie, one of his legs moving to slot between yours. His thigh purposely pressing into where it ached the most. "Fuck...it's throbbing for me, (Y/n). Lemme take care of it..." He murmured against your neck, pulling back from your abused pulsing skin.
You were breathing harshly now, locking eyes with him as he flickered his gaze down to your lips and back to your eyes. Touya was also panting a bit, your breaths mingling as he leaned in more, eyes catching yours again just as your lips were about to touch.
Almost like he was asking if it was okay.
You hum, eyes lidded in anticipation as his hand gently moved off the door to cup your face and-
"That party was soooo funnnnn!"
"Noooo Touyaaaa wasn't thereee...he promiseedddd!"
The stumbling footsteps coming closer had you snapping out of it, their conversation registering in your head as you hurtfully detangle your hands from Touya's hoodie to reach blindly behind you and open the door.
"Leave me alone, Touya." Walking backwards into your room, you slam the door in his shocked face for good measure. Tears well up in your eyes as you lean your head against the door, no longer turned on, but hurt that you had to be reminded of the kind of person he is.
A long deep breath could be heard from the other side and a loud thump sounded against the wall making you flinch. Footsteps could be heard as he walked away, past the two people who didn't even recognize him but still babbled on about how hot he is.
You sniffle and get ready for bed, planning to take a hot shower and hopefully sleep forever when your phone buzzed with a DM notification.
bvrnt.eros messaged you
bvrnt.eros: i only want you, (Y/n)
You leave him on read and sigh.
What am I going to do...
→ Part 4
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*+ﾟ LOVE,BREAKFAST,AND HEROS *+ﾟ
todoroki shoto x reader
genre: smutt, fluff, sometimes its just suggestive, adult au
Todoroki and (y/n) had been together for a while now, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day. They were both full-fledged heroes, dedicating their lives to protecting the city from any threats that came their way.
Despite being busy with their duties as heroes, Todoroki always made time for (y/n). He was incredibly affectionate towards her, always wanting to hold her hand or cuddle with her whenever they had a moment alone.
One day, Todoroki and (y/n) were sitting on the couch, watching a movie together. Todoroki had his arm around her, and (y/n) was resting her head on his shoulder.
"I love you," Todoroki whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
(Y/n) smiled, feeling her heart swell with love for him. "I love you too," she replied, turning her head to kiss him softly on the lips.
As they kissed, Todoroki deepened it, his tongue gently exploring her mouth. (Y/n) moaned softly, feeling herself getting lost in the sensation.
Todoroki pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured, his hands trailing down to rest on her hips.
(Y/n) smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her body. "I know, and I love it," she said, reaching up to kiss him again.
As they kissed, Todoroki's hands began to wander, tracing patterns over her body. (Y/n) gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her body respond to his touch.
"Todoroki," she moaned, as he continued to explore her body.
He pulled away, looking at her with concern. "Are you okay?"
(Y/n) nodded, smiling. "More than okay. I just want you," she said, leaning in to kiss him again.
Todoroki responded eagerly, pulling her closer to him. As they kissed, he let his hands wander again, exploring every inch of her body.
(Y/n) moaned softly, feeling herself getting lost in the sensation. Todoroki knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her feel alive.
As they continued to kiss and touch each other, they both knew that this was only the beginning. Their love for each other was strong, and they would do whatever it took to keep their relationship strong.
They were both full-fledged heroes, but in that moment, they were just two people in love. And that was all that mattered.
Todoroki and (y/n) spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms. They talked about their lives as heroes, sharing stories about their latest missions and adventures.
As the night wore on, they both knew that it was time for them to go to bed. Todoroki walked (y/n) to her bedroom, kissing her softly on the lips before saying goodnight.
(Y/n) watched as Todoroki walked away, feeling a pang of sadness in her chest. She wanted to be with him all the time, but she knew that they both had important work to do as heroes.
The next day, Todoroki surprised (y/n) by showing up at her apartment early in the morning. He had brought her breakfast, a plate of pancakes and eggs that he had cooked himself.
"Good morning," he said, smiling at her.
(Y/n) smiled back, feeling her heart swell with love for him. "Good morning. What's all this?"
"Just a little something to start your day off right," Todoroki said, handing her the plate.
(Y/n) took a bite of the pancakes, feeling the warmth and comfort of the food filling her up. Todoroki watched her eat, a look of contentment on his face.
As they finished breakfast, Todoroki turned to (y/n), his eyes serious. "I want to make sure that you know how much I love you," he said.
(Y/n) smiled, feeling her heart race in her chest. "I do know, Todoroki. And I love you too," she said.
Todoroki took (y/n)'s hand, leading her to the couch. They sat down together, their bodies pressed up against each other.
As they kissed, Todoroki's hands began to roam again, tracing patterns over (y/n)'s body. She moaned softly, feeling her desire for him growing stronger.
Todoroki pulled away, his eyes intense. "I want you, (y/n). I want to make love to you," he said.
(Y/n) nodded, feeling her own desire for him growing stronger by the second. She wanted him too, more than anything.
Todoroki stood up, taking (y/n)'s hand and leading her to her bedroom. As they walked, (y/n) felt a rush of excitement, knowing what was about to happen.
When they reached the bedroom, Todoroki took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. (Y/n) couldn't help but stare, feeling her body respond to the sight of him.
Todoroki climbed onto the bed, pulling (y/n) with him. As they kissed, he began to undress her, taking off her clothes one by one.
When she was naked, Todoroki stared at her with wonder in his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands tracing patterns over her body.
(Y/n) moaned softly, feeling herself getting lost in the sensation of his touch. Todoroki's hands were gentle, yet firm, as he explored every inch of her body.
As they made love, Todoroki and (y/n) knew that their love for each other was strong and true. They were both full-fledged heroes, but in that moment, they were just two people in love, sharing their passion with each other.
And that was all that mattered.
#todoroki shoto#shoto#todoroki#shoto todoroki#shoto todoroki x reader#todoroki x reader#shoto x reader#reader x shoto#todoroki shoto fanart#todoroki fluff#todoroki smut#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#fanfiction#lemon#pure fluff#love
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I hate........how sexualizing teenage superheroes is the norm in the superheroes fandom at large.Forgive me for traumadumping ig but i have really strong feelings on this as an autistic adult with a special interest in superheroes at large themselves and itself as a genre
My first hero spin was Big Hero 6.By the time it came out,i was 13 so i was allowed internet access no problem and naturally i went looking all over for content of literally everything about it but my favorite character was Hiro so he was what i searched for the most and he was LUDICRIOUSLY objectified and fetishized for his wasian heritage and when the series came out,he got an official love interest named Karmi who's 16 to his 14 and she got tons of hate from Hiro x Gogo and Hiro x Honey shippers despite them not only being college aged to his again,FOURTEEN years but we got explicit ages for them in season 2 when the Nerd Gang minus him gratuated from SFIT so they're canonically TWENTY ONE(i feel it's an important sidenote that Karmi's brownskin with a hooked nose and her VA is indonesian/chinese mixed so her heritage is obvious and as to how it contributed to her reception vs easian Gogo and blonde light-eyed Honey)
My second one was Bnha and there's been tons of discussion about the base's problem with the UA students and Himiko and i thank everyone who's posted about it deeply but my specific one is that my otp of the series was and will always be Shouto and Momo aka Todomomo even if i'm not nearly as into Bnha as i used to be because they were the first ship i actively made content for and it lasted years and that combined with me headcanoning them as bi4bi,t4t and autistic4autistic helped my egg crack and realize my own autism big time so their relathionship eternally has a big place in my heart
This means i've witnessed grown ass people saying Shouto almost touched Momo's boobs in that cap where he stopped her during their Aizawa fight(and his hand didn't even land on her chest)as a running thing and same for him acting as a macho man who rules over her body so she can't wear what she wants or exist near other men,including BAKUGOU who Momo HATES IN-TEXT,or have conflict with him because he'll just 'put her in her place as his woman' and Momo who's thee 'silk hiding steel' character and has adultification trauma that triggers her anxiety as the plot of the Todomomo starter 'Yaoyorozu Rising' with Shouto helping her with words of affirmation,healthy communication and good boundries on both sides that became the foundation of their dynamic throught the whole franchise,manga and extras,is reduced down the 'the class mom to Iida's class dad' as if she's ever even looked in his general direction and when she's rightfully earned her place as Shouto's best friend alongside Izuku himself and that is INSANELY imppressive taking into account her limited screentime.All i wanted was them being goth bf x pastel gf and getting to heal their inner child together and what i got was a nsfw Todomomo week on twitter and a certain artist drawing Momo/Dabi as an 'April Fool's' joke MULTIPLE YEARS in a row because he's also a Todoroki so it's also Todomomo lololol and i also did her with Natsuo and Fuyumi,i'm so funny!The only good thing to come out of that i started spite headcanoning Momo and Dabi as found siblings and platonic soulmates and realized i was actually on point
Then i watched Batman:Under The Red Hood when i was 19 and Jason became a character i selfship with romantically so i did the logical thing and started reading comics,starting with his.Did you know it's canon that while he dosen't exactly hunt them down specifically,he hates pedophiles and incesters so he once targeted a teacher because he was csa'ing one of his student's and expressed disgust at the thought of kissing any of his brothers based off them being brothers?You wouldn't know either of these things off fanon alone,you'd think he was creepy older guy who seeks out younger people on purpose when he dosen't seek anybody out period and that's his canon relathionships coping mechanism and it's also canon he couldn't talk to girls and pushed a guy off a roof for running a sex ring as Robin.As ROBIN,a fucking 11-15 year old Jason had that much of a moral backbone and willingness to take action in it yet everyone thinks he'd date a CHILD,even HIS OWN UNDERAGED SIBLINGS,with taking advantage of them as the appeal
I absolutely loved Into The Spiderverse as an afrolatino like Miles who was a troubled kid like he is too and i thought Gwen was super good too and Peter B's another character i selfship with romantically so naturally i was hyped for Across and the first thing the fandom did when the trailer dropped?Make a hyperpopular meme where that sweet,soft,wholesome scene where Gwen gets cheeky and looks through Miles' sketchbook and sees he's so in love with her he dedicated it's entierty to her just existing as herself into him seeing her as nothing but a sexual object with degrading features she does not have and it was a sick joke on Gwen because the boy she loves just wants her for sex and not even for what she actually looks and that just makes it even worse!!!Then there's the equally pure implied thing they did of her either stealing Hobie's sweaters because he makes her feel safe after her abusive dad kicked her out for being trans or him giving them to her to borrow as affection that ALSO got twisted into Gwen being nothing but a sex object,by people who see Hobie's age interpretation not even as a minor but in his 20s unlike how actual Ghostpunks do!!!!!!!,and don't think i haven't seen the Margo shit calling her 'thicc' and turning the girls into Miles' 'harem'
And the thing that made realize this is that it's always been like this is when i went looking for Teen Titans screenshots,first Starfire and Blackfire for me and my little sister and then ones of the animated Titans in general for my little brother because he did an edit-redraw of our DC self-inserts together using one so i got excited at how good it was and decided to ask for a few more since we have friends who have DC ocs too and we're all doing a canon rewrite fixit with them but the first results were fucking incest softcore porn and TOO DAMN MUCH horny Bbrae fanart.One of the friend's in question is like another brother to me and he's 17 and he thought there was nothing wrong with Jason/The Fenton Siblings because when i said find it triggering just in general,he tried to explain that i was 'making the wrong assumption' because a lot of people age up Danny and Jazz and he'd learned that from older DPDC fans.They literally groomed him and i'm so glad i met him and helped him unlearn that shit before he could get hurt
That's not normal.NONE of that is normal to involve children even if fictional because they're meant to be exactly like REAL kids mentally and physically and you get upset at the real ones for being upset by you doing this to them and even harrass them for it and i've had to directly defend another one of my little sibling's from harrasment from 'fandom elders' because he dared to have an opinion that 'dosen't follow the rules'.I'm sick of this,i can't stand this,this needs to DIE.There's no exaggaration over ten times the adult superheroes than they're are kid ones and you fucking ship them with eachother instead just sticking to the adults for smut.Batman and Robin were seen as a couple in ye olden times by a group of gay people not because Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson harbord secret romantic feelings for eachother since conception or intended to later on but because that specific gay people were irl pedophiles who used being gay as a defense
I don't care if i sound childish or if nobody who this is aimed at cares,i hate all of you for this.I hate you for tarnishing my special interest,i hate you for violating the history of superheroes and the creation of sidekicks and kid heroes as role models and escapism fantasies for real kids,i hate you for beyond disrespecting that superheroes as a WHOLE were created by jewish folks and that Clark Kent,the FIRST superhero,is the protector of all innocents with a deep love for children and gets especially angry when they're hurt and is a fundemental trait he has to have or he's NOT Superman or Clark Kent Kal-El or Superdad,i hate that the sexualization of underaged supers and them being abused as 'romance' by their fucking pseudo-parents is a long running punchline.I hate you with my entire heart and soul and actual comics reading knowledge
#man.man.man.maaaaaaaaan.augh okay i need comfort i'm gonna go look at cute shit and drink soda and maybe make the video i've been wanting to#comics#cp cw#pedophillia tw#children's rights#siblings tag#hiro hamada#gogo tomago#honey lemon#karmi#karmiro#todoroki shouto#momo yaoyorozu#dabi#s'mores siblings#group:freezerburn wonder woman and jason todd#t4t todomomo#jason todd#jaysumm#anti batcest#ghostflower#ghostpunk#flowerbyte#miles morales#gwen stacy#hobie brown#margo kess#teen titans#anti bakugou#summerposting
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Television/Movie Fan Fiction Table of Contents
Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!
The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3
Jujutsu Kaisen
Work Hard, Play Hard (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, Nanami is working overtime, until he sees a text from you that he can’t resist. Tumblr, AO3.
Milk and Honey (18+): Kento Nanami x Reader, There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together. Tumblr, AO3.
Serenity (18+): Satoru Gojo x Reader, Gojo moves like liquid, even in this cramped space. His motions are seamless, the ebb and flow of his cursed energy mesmerizing. If you weren’t in the midst of exorcising the mimic curse right alongside him, you’d pause to watch. You can feel the voltaic thrum of his very soul with every powerful attack he makes. His wrath bursts in rays of light and his brutality is icy cold. You understand why Satoru Gojo is called The Honored One. He’s using minimal effort and still, his motions are awe-inspiring. You and Gojo go on what is supposed to be a simple mission, but are met with more than you bargained for. Tumblr, AO3.
Castlevania (Netflix)
Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3
My Hero Academia
Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.
#the hobbit#lord of the rings#thranduil x reader#king thranduil#castlevania netflix#alucard x oc#adrian fahrenheit tepes#my hero academia#bnha#dabi x reader#touya todoroki#spic#spicy#lemon#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#nanami kento#gojo satoru#nanami kento x reader#gojo satoru x reader
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AH! HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE!
Pro-Hero Shoto goes to visit his family! (In a world where endeavor is somewhat forgiven and Rei is back home and safe). And because Fuyumi is the way she is, she asks Shoto to bring his girlfriend(reader) and Nastuo, Rei, and Enji second that because they all want to know the mystery girl who makes Shoto light up so much is. (and endeavor really wants to know how to make shoto like him).
So when Shoto and reader get there its a nice greeting with everyone and through out the dinner and rest of the time they are there Reader is constantly praising Shoto, Cupping his cheeks, tracing his scar in an affectionate way, ruffling his hair, So many words of affirmation, Just all in all praising him and making him feel special. And Every time Shoto just Lights UP.
And on top of that reader is so polite and gets along with absolutely everyone.
Lemon, my sweet honey pot is it too late to say I love you and that brain of yours 😩🫶🏻 this is such a good idea!
Summer lovin’
⭐️pairing: Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader
⭐️CW: pure tooth rotting fluff
⭐️Type and A/N: placed in the summertime, preexisting relationship, despite my hate for enji I made him tolerable if the dress isn't your style feel free to change it! had Summer Nights from Grease playing in my head while I wrote this, used a french nickname for sho because I live in a world where sho dates someone who knows another language, I've given the reader a quirk as well
Mon chéri- My darling
As the car pulls to a stop outside of the Todoroki household, you feel your heartbeat quicken. Shoto steps out of the car and you watch as he walks around to open the door for you, offering his hand out you gratefully take it to exit the car. "Are you sure you're okay with this my love?" He asks while you smooth out your dress, "Mon chéri, I told you its okay, we've been together a while I should meet them" You look up at him with a soft smile. You two have been together for almost a year and have dodged meeting them for Shoto's anxiety and your own. His father, although forgiven was still tactical about Shoto as a hero, worried he wouldn't approve as the quirk you have isn't quite a match for his quirk. He had pestered Shoto about it a few times after finding out about the girlfriend Shoto had acquired.
After a few seconds, you and Shoto make your way to the door, his hand intertwined with yours, he knocks. Rei opens the door "Shoto!" she smiles, giving him a small hug "and you must be Miss. Y/n, I'm Shotos mother Rei. So nice to meet you" she beams giving you a small bow that you return. Shoto guides you into the house, both of you slipping off your shoes before making your way to the living room where Enji and Natsou sit on the couch, with backs toward you watching a sports event. Shoto clears his throat to get their attention, the loose grip you had on his hand tightens as Natsou leans his head back and Enji turns.
"Whoa, Shoto! you actually brought her! i was starting to think you'd, made her up" Natsou laughs standing up from the couch. "I'm Natsuo" Natsou ruffled Shoto's hair "This guy's big brother" you giggle and give a small bow "Y/N L/N, but please call me Y/N" Shoto grunts moving his head away from his older sibling, his eyes meet yours and fill with adoration as you reach up and fix his now erratic locks. With a small bow of the head while still fixing Shotos hair "Nice to meet you Endeavor."
"Enji, you may call me Enji while you are here" Enji Stands to bow Shotos eyes flick to him, the solemn expression returning to his face "If you'd like to sit we are watching the sports festival for this year, Rei and Fyumi are finishing up lunch." Enji sits back down "you can meet Fyumi later lets let them finish" Shoto softly says as he guides you to the couch with Natsou taking a seat in the chair next to Enji. Shoto takes your hand once again in his, rubbing soft circles into your knuckles to help ease your anxiety. the awkward silence making the air feel thick enough to cut through is present for about five minutes before Enji breaks it "So, Y/N," you turn your head in Enjis direction with a curious look, ready to answer any questions thrown at you "since Shoto refuses to tell me, I must ask what is your quirk?" heat rises to your cheeks turning them a Small shade of pink. "oh uhm-" is all you can get out before Shoto speaks up "father, didn't mom tell you to be nice?" the slightly annoyed tone in his voice tells you Shoto is on edge with his anxiety as well. "Sho, Mon chéri it's okay I can tell him" You softly smile at Enji "My quirk is called Green House, When I activate my quirk I can make plants grow, depending on how strong of emotion I put forth will affect the Plants strength and my ability to use them" you stick your hand out and sprout a lotus flower to fill your palm "I can grow them out of my skin or in a medium area of land around me, i just have to get plenty of sun and water to make them grow"
As you are explaining the extent of your quirk to Enji, Natsou's eyes flick from the TV to Shoto. Shoto's eyes have softened from his usual solemn expression, a smile tugging on his mouth as he looks at you with what can be described as pure love. "and what do you do with this quirk? If you're a hero I haven't heard about you." Enji gruffed out "oh well, I run a flower shop!" you return with the pink in your cheeks deepening Enji lets out a 'hm' before Rei enters the room snapping everyone's attention "Lunch is ready and on the table"
Shoto pulls out a chair for you to sit down before sitting himself down beside you, the table set with plates of Karaage. Fyumi sits across from you "Oh you must be Y/N, Shoto has told me all about you when we have our lunches!" Fyumi smiles, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose "Shoto talks about you a lot as well Fyumi, its nice to meet you" you bow your head slightly as everyone begins to eat their lunch, Rei and Fyumi asks you questions as to what you do for a living, what school you went to, how you and Shoto met. with each answer, your anxiety lessens. Looking over at Shoto beside you as you tell the story of how you met when Shoto used your flower shop as a hideout from crazed fans and paparazzi, Fyumi and Rei witness the same look Natsuo did when you had been talking about your quirk, and how Shoto seems to only fall deeper in love when you take your napkin to wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth.
Shoto's Tag list 🏷️: There's nothing here...
Masterlist📃
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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2
Part 1: Linked Here!
AO3: Linked Here :)
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋
Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out
CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon
Scenes from the afternoon hookup replay in your mind over and over as you sit in the library at a battered old desk in the history section. All you can think about is Shoto’s mouth. And his hands. And his abs!! And his sweet face.
You twiddle your pen in your hand as you try to draft out an essay for class. Unfortunately, every time you try to jot down a few thoughts your mind goes blissfully blank and you remember the tender way he spoke to you.
"How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?"
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.”
“Find me later so we can discuss this.”
You look down at your watch excitedly – 7:55 PM. You eagerly wait for Shoto to appear so the two of you can talk and – with any luck – canoodle amongst the history textbooks. You sit patiently as the time ticks by.
Soon it’s 8:30 PM. You’re not worried, though. Shoto probably assumed you’d want to get some work done first.
9:15 PM rolls around and you start to get worried. You try to distract yourself with school work as doubt creeps into your mind.
10 PM – Shoto still hasn’t showed.
“Shit shit shit.” You check your phone again and again as you wade through the endless wave of homework your teachers have assigned. You keep losing yourself in a math problem or in a passage of your History textbook, only to remember with a jolt that you were expecting to see Shoto and the bastard hasn’t showed.
At 10:30 PM you realize with a sinking feeling that it’s almost past curfew. You pack up your things and prepare to head back to the dorms. There’s a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t shake.
You slide your books into your bag as a anxious thoughts dance through your mind like annoying fruit flies: Does Shoto regret your mid-afternoon hookup? Is he going to pretend it never happened? Did you push him too far? Does he think you’re a slut for stripping off your shirt and basically pressing his face into your naked breasts!? The synapses of your brain jump through dozens of equally horrid and embarrassing scenarios as you march back to your dorm room, blushing furiously with humiliation.
You run through the afternoon’s events in your head for what feels like the hundredth time, trying to find a clue as to why Shoto would have left you waiting alone in the library. Your cheeks burn hotter as you recall the gentle way Shoto had kissed your neck before leaning in to capture your lips in one of his first kisses. "How am I going to get anything done now, knowing that you can kiss like this?" You shiver as you think back to how gentle he was, how each caress felt so loving and intimate.
You shake your head to clear it. Shoto must have a valid excuse for not meeting you in the library as he had promised – no boy could kiss someone that intimately and then instantly cast her aside, right?
Before long, you’re walking through the doors of Class 1A’s dorm building. You shiver with discomfort as you recall how earlier that day you essentially scaled the side of a building for a boy. Does Shoto think you’re an absolute fool with the extremes you went to for a quick make out session? You hope not.
You walk up the stairs and past the common area. You see most of Class 1A studying quietly. Sero, Izuku, Kirishima and Ida sit around one of the kitchen tables reviewing their math homework while some of the girls compare English notes on the couch. To your relief, Shoto isn’t there. Mina waves to you enthusiastically, beckoning you to join her and YaMomo as they review the finer points of Hamlet. You politely decline and make a beeline for your room. You turn the key in the lock and it clicks – within moments, you are blessedly alone.
You toss your heavy book bag to the ground and prepare to wallow in self-pity. It’s 10:56pm and Shoto still hasn’t reached out to you. Your phone is vacant of text messages and your brain is absolutely fried from schoolwork.
You dim your room lights and switch on the favorite fairy lights for some peaceful ambiance. Time for some self-care, bitch! You think resolutely as you swap your uniform for your favorite pair of pajamas. You toss your phone to the floor with abandon and climb into your comfy bed. You breathe in deeply, allowing yourself to revel in the coziness of the dorm room.
You take out your five-minute bullet journal and write a quick list of things you're grateful for:
1. The opportunity to study at UA
2. Your lovely and encouraging friends and classmates
3. Your cozy room and the roof over your head
4. Shoto’s mouth
5. Shoto’s abs
6. Shoto’s goddamn hard AF dick
Um. No.
You snap the journal shut before you get too derailed.
You pull your comforter over your head and sit in silence for a moment. You’ve never been the kind of person to go completely boy-crazy. You always used to make fun of those girls who would go gaga over pretty boys and their texts and their kisses. But as you recall the searing way that Shoto kissed your lips earlier that day, you suddenly understand what all the boy-crazed girly hype was all about. Oh my god. You have a crush. A big sloppy embarrassing crush.
In the silence of your room, you suddenly here a buzzing noise coming from the general direction of your book bag. You struggle to disentangle yourself from your sheets and your journal goes flying. You ignore its crash landing as you slip from your bed and collect your phone from where it lays abandoned on the carpeted floor.
It’s Shoto.
Your heart skips.
Todoroki: Y/N. Are you awake?
You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. Did Shoto just send you his version of “U up?”
Y/N: Yes, I’m still up.
Todoroki: I know it’s late, but can I stop by?
You tense. Oh God – he’s going to come by to tell you that he’s not interested. He’s going to thank you for your time making out and say that you probably should avoid hooking up in the future because it’s a huge distraction. You’re sure that whatever he has to say is going to be negative and leave you feeling embarrassed. Why else would he have skipped out on your rendezvous in the library?
You take a deep breath. You have always been fairly practical with a mind for strategy, two qualities that had really set you apart when you had taken the UA entrance exams. You know that the best course of action here is to rip off the Band-Aid sooner rather than later. Better to know how he feels about your hookup now
Your heart sinks as you type out:
Y/N: Sure, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in. Try not to be seen by anyone.
Todoroki: Of course. See you shortly.
Your heart beats double time as you look down at yourself. Your pajama set consists of a silky blue top with matching shorts that don’t leave much to the imagination. You chew on your thumb nervously – should you change into something more appropriate? No – Shoto has seen your boobs. A little bit of leg is not going to kill the half hot half cold hero in training.
You quickly remake your bed and kick your book bag beneath your desk so that the floor is clear. You plop down on your smooth comforter and wait, knotting your hands together as you anticipate Shoto’s arrival.
A few anxious minutes pass, and then you hear gentle footsteps pad down the hallway outside your door. The knob turns quietly, and in a moment Shoto Todoroki steps across your threshold, quietly closing the door behind him. He reaches down to turn the lock with a gentle snap of his wrist.
You take him in – he’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white t-shirt. You’ve never seen him dressed so casually before and you assume that these are what he wears as pajamas in the privacy of his own dorm room. His hair is tousled and damp from a recent shower, and the burned side of his face shines where he’s clearly applied some kind of scar cream or moisturizer. His outfit projects a comfy air, but his expression is dark and stormy. Your heartbeat quickens in fear – what could possibly have caused him to be in such a tempestuous mood? Was this about your kissing?
You bite at your lip with worry. But when your eyes lock, his expression softens. In two quick strides, he’s at the bed. He leans in close so that your noses almost touch.
“Hi.” He says softly, before dipping his mouth to meet yours. You blink in surprise as your mouths melt together. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the kiss. Pleasure radiates up and down your spine as you kiss him back. He places both his palms on your hips and pulls you closer, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as he slides his tongue into your mouth. How silly you feel for thinking he didn’t want you like this!
After a few moments, you break apart.
“Hey there.” You whisper, bringing your hands up to cup his beautiful jaw. He leans in to kiss you again and you hold him in place. He stops and looks down at you inquisitively.
“I waited for you in the library, you didn’t show.” You say slowly, softly.
“My father decided to take me through some drills in one of the school’s gyms. I only finished a half hour ago.” His expression becomes dull as he speaks. “I’m sorry to leave you waiting. I wanted to see you - but I’m not allowed on my phone during training.”
Relief must have flooded your features, because he tilts his head to the side questioningly. You hold back a giggle – the way his head is tilted makes him look like a sweet dog asking its owner for a treat.
“What’s wrong?”
You sigh and pull yourself further onto the bed, patting the spot next to you as an invitation. Shoto climbs up next to you, sinking into the deliciously soft fabric. His eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“This is so comfortable.” He says, pressing his palm into the plush fabric beneath him. You recall his sparse traditional bedroom and realize that he’s never laid on a proper puffy mattress before.
“Hold on – it gets better.” You say pushing him off the bed so you can pull down the covers. You slip beneath the comforter and gesture for him to rejoin you. He climbs in clumsily, unsure how to position himself within the sheets. You prop a pillow beneath his shoulders as he lays down on his side. You toss the comforter over the two of you and lay across from him, feet almost touching beneath the warm layers of bedding.
“Cozy?” You ask as Shoto settles into the bed.
“Yeah.” He says in quiet voice, propping himself up on an elbow. “I always thought beds like this were excessive but…maybe there’s some merit to this.” He eyes a blue Squirtle plush that sits next to you in the bed. “Can I…hold that?”
You grin, biting back a laugh as you reach over to grab the Pokémon plush. “This is Squirtle – he’s one of my favorite plushies.” You hold up the stuffed animal and wiggle it in front of Shoto’s eyes as if it’s dancing. “Squirtle, Squirtle” you say in a low tone, trying to emulate the television character’s voice the best you can.
Shoto gives you a weird look. “I don’t get it. Why are you just repeating its name in a strange voice?”
“Shoto…have you…have never seen Pokémon!?” You almost screech in disbelief, before throwing a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself. You quickly remember that you are in the dorms and the walls aren’t super thick.
“No, I wasn’t allowed to watch television unless it was about Pro hero work.” Shoto says, a tinge of sadness flowing along with his words. “But it looks cute and round and I really just want to hold it and squish it?”
“Yeah, that’s the general reaction to plushies. Dude, we need to get you that whale pillow you liked on Pinterest. You need more cuteness in your life.”
“Well I have you, don’t I?” Shoto smiles softly. “You bring more than enough cute into my life.” He reaches out and grabs the plush from your hands and squishes it a bit. “But this is pretty nice, too.”
Your face grows hot at the compliment. Shoto tucks the Squirtle under his arm and shifts around in the sheets until he finds a comfortable position. He looks adorable and soft as he cradles the bright plush in his strong, muscular hands.
When he finally settles in, he looks up at you enquiringly. “What’s wrong?” He repeats, looping you both back to the conversation form earlier.
“So…” You sigh with embarrassment. “When you didn’t show up and I didn’t hear from you…” You pause and Shoto gives Squirtle a squeeze. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again. Or at least that you didn’t want to make out with me again.”
“Oh.” Shoto wasn’t expecting this. “I thought I made it very clear how…enthusiastically…I enjoyed our time together this afternoon. I didn’t realize I had left any room for you to question my attraction to you.”
“That’s nice to hear…but when you didn’t show at the library or send a text, I assumed the worst. My mind kind of went into full-blown panic mode. I thought maybe once you had time to reflect on our hookup, that you realized you didn’t like it or that you didn’t really like me. To be perfectly honest, I’ve never felt that way before. Usually something like this wouldn’t bother me.” You take a deep, steadying breath. “But I think I really like you and want to be close to you, and the thought that you might not feel the same was tearing me apart for the last couple of hours.”
The words come tumbling from your mouth before you can stop and think them through. Why are you saying all of this!? Why does being around Shoto make you feel so comfortable and open to sharing? It’s so weird – and you’re absolutely sure he’s going to think you’re some kind of over sharing freak for telling him all of this.
Shoto looks at you thoughtfully for a long moment before speaking. “Something I have always admired about you is your ability to be straightforward about what you’re thinking and feeling. Most people aren’t like that, and I have a hard time navigating more subtle situations. Thank you for telling me exactly what you’re thinking – I value it so much.” He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, moving the bangs out of his bright eyes.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I had abandoned you. I wanted to come to the library so badly. I want to kiss you so badly – it’s all I’ve been thinking about tonight.” His voice is so earnest that you believe him.
“Let me match your honesty with some of my own - my father is extremely strict. Ever since I was born, he’s pushed me to be better. To be stronger. He wants me to surpass him. He wants me to take All Might’s place as the number one hero.”
You gasp at this. Of course you knew that Todoroki was ambitious, but this…
“I don’t have any intentions of becoming harsh and cruel like my father. I’m not even sure if I want to go for the top spot on the hero charts.” He admits, almost bitterly. “That’s the path that my father has laid out for me. He’s obsessed with my training. With my ‘potential.’ But he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about how I feel. Excuse my language.” Shoto looks so sad, so despairing. He hugs the plush close, his chin tucked into his chest as he continues.
“I just want to help people and make them smile – just like All Might. But my old man just doesn’t seem to get that. Today, when he noticed how distracted I was… he didn’t ask if something was wrong. He just pushed me even harder.” Shoto avoids your gaze. “I think he purposefully pushed me to train into the night to keep me from meeting up with you. In his eyes…you’re a huge distraction for his prized creation.”
Suddenly you notice how exhausted Shoto looks – there are pale bags beneath his eyes. You scan his body and see light bruises beginning to form on the exposed skin of his arms. You wonder - just what kind of training has Endeavor been subjecting him to?
You had never guessed that behind Shoto’s calm and collected exterior, there is just a normal teenage boy trying desperately to please his father, while simultaneously trying to defy him. The whole relationship seems complicated and messy and you’re sure what Shoto is telling you is only the tip of a chaotic Todoroki family dynamic iceberg.
“Oh, Shoto.” You say softly. You scoot forward and wrap your arms around him. He freezes, unsure of what to do but nevertheless comforted by the sudden closeness. You reach behind him and card your fingers through his hair. You see goose bumps emerge across his skin, and realize that he likely hasn’t been touched this way before.
“Is it okay to touch you like this?” You whisper.
He breathes out a shaky “yes” as he moves to toss the Squirtle plush to the floor. Once his arms are free, he works to wrap them around you. He rests one strong hand on your back and slings the other around your delicate waist. He draws you close to him and holds you tightly as you continue to run your fingers softly through his two-toned hair.
He’s silent as he buries his head into your shoulder. There’s an emotion that’s radiating off of his body that you can’t quite place – sadness? Frustration? Maybe even relief? After a few moments of running your fingers through his hair and gently up and down his back, he finally starts to relax. The tense muscles in his shoulders loosen, and he seems to come back to himself.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispers, muffled as he turns his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not great at expressing my emotions. I can try to put it into words…I’m feeling so weighed down right now.”
“Because of your father’s expectations?” You prompt, running a light fingertip down his spine. He shivers a bit in response, but not in an unpleasant way.
“Sometimes I wonder if he sees me as a real person, as a son. Or am I just his big project?” Shoto wonders aloud, his voice a bit strained. You feel his eyelashes flutter against the sensitive skin beneath your jawline.
“Shoto...that sounds like a lot to carry. You’re just a high school student – your father shouldn’t be putting that kind of pressure on you. It’s not normal.” You tuck a lock of red hair behind his porcelain ear. “This situation sounds so complicated. It’s no wonder you feel so conflicted. I’m here any time you need a friendly ear to listen as you work through it.” You continue to caress him softly over his clothes. He begins to lean into your touch hungrily. “But right now – at this moment – you’re safe. In this room, in my arms, you don’t need to hold other people’s expectations of you in your heart. When you’re with me, I want you to feel that you can just be Shoto.”
You still your fingers as you let your words sink in. Shoto is radiating a deep sort of sadness that you wish you could smooth away with your fingertips.
“Thank you.” He says, his voice breaking a tiny bit as he processes your words. After a few beats Shoto exhales deeply, his breath ruffles your hair. “I’m not used to talking about these things. Actually, I’m not really used to talking much at all. Or being touched.” You can feel the blush on his delicate cheeks warm the skin of your neck.
“I can tell.” You say before you can stop yourself. To your surprise, he chuckles.
“I don’t know why it’s so easy to do these things with you – talking, touching…kissing.” He lifts his head off of your shoulder to look you square in the face. “There’s something about you…”
Suddenly, the room feels as if it’s charged with Denki’s electrification quirk as his bright mismatched eyes meet your own.
“I think I’d like to continue exploring this with you.” He says matter-of-factly, moving his legs to intertwine with yours.
“W-what does that mean?” Your breath catches in your throat as he dips forward to kiss down your neck.
“It means…I want to keep doing this. Kissing. Talking. I suppose I want to keep getting to know you like this? Intimately.” He places a soft kiss in the hollow behind your earlobe. “Would you like that as well?”
“Yes.” You breathe, with zero hesitation. He smiles into your neck before running the edges of his teeth lightly across your smooth skin. You let out a soft moan in response.
“Good. Then we’ll figure this out together.” He moves to kiss your cheek soundly before releasing you from his embrace. “But right now it’s well past midnight, and we both need our sleep if we’re going to continue to be top of our class alongside YaMomo and Ida. If we both let our grades slip, it might tip people off.” He moves to get off the bed.
“Hey – wait!” You grab his arm and pull him back under the covers. “I have no problem with you staying here for the night.”
“But wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Shoto’s face reddens, but he lets himself be drawn back into your gentle embrace.
“Would it be anymore inappropriate than you making out with my tits?” Shoto’s face burns an even brighter red at this question, but he also looks quite pleased with himself (you assume he’s recalling the way he kissed down your breasts earlier that day as he smirks). “Sharing a bed should be perfectly responsible as long as we keep all of our clothes on. You said you want to explore? Well get over here and let’s figure out if you make a good big spoon.”
This earns one of those rare full smiles from Shoto – he practically glows. “Alright.”
He pulls himself close to you. You reach above your head and switch off the string lights that wind their way around your room, and the tiny dorm fills with darkness.
You turn to face the wall and scoot your body back until you feel Shoto’s solid warmth. He reaches around to pull you close until bodies are touching, flush together. You tuck yourself into Shoto’s warm, muscular body and sigh with contentment.
“So do I make a good big spoon?” He questions, tentatively nuzzling his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. “Mmm, your hair smells like lavender.”
“We’ll need plenty of practice to truly ascertain the full range of your spooning abilities.” You say in a faux-academic voice, causing him to snort out a laugh. “But so far you’re doing great.”
You interlock your legs and pull his strong arms around you. You wiggle a bit as you try to find the comfiest spot in the mattress. You unintentionally grind a bit against Shoto and jolt when you feel something hard pressed against the curve of your ass.
“Sorry.” He mutters softly, embarrassed.
“Maybe I’ll take care of that for you tomorrow.” You yawn as you close your eyes and settle in for a good night’s rest. You grin into the darkness as you feel Shoto’s dick get even harder as he mulls over your response, wondering at what you could possibly mean by “take care of that.”
You didn’t realize you were so tired. You’re dimly aware of Shoto’s breathing growing slow as he drifts off into a comfortable sleep. You smile softly to yourself as you slide further into his embrace. This poor, touch-starved boy has been through so many terrible things and your heart aches for him.
Even in sleep he’s tense, his jawline stiff and his muscles almost locked around you. But he’s warm and soft and smells like jasmine and mint tea. You hope that for the next few hours you can provide him with a safe harbor to rest and escape his troubles. You let your eyes flutter close and breathe in deeply, dreaming of Shoto’s sweet face as you fall gently into sleep’s embrace.
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Bakugou x reader Touch Chaperter VII
And what a lot of you have been waiting for, the final chapter of Touch!
Sorry it took a little bit to get out, had some things going on so I’ve been on hold for a while.
This Chapter does once again have a lemon scene, don’t say I didn’t warn you!
If there are any spelling/grammer errors, just remember, words are hard
Waking up in our own bed by your own was a little strange.
You stretch your arms out as the morning light filled your room past your blinds, the cold air making you shiver and curl in back under the blankets.
Curling in on yourself, you hugged your pillow to your chest.
As much as you liked being able to have your own space, you couldn’t help but miss the other warm body you got so customed to being with.
After the news got broken that Bakugou had finally recovered from the quirk accident, Aizawa issued that the two of you go back to the things were again.
Your desks were no longer pushed up against each other, and as no surprise, the ban was back on the two of you sharing a bed together.
Which was fine, you know why the rules were there, but it sucked.
You got so used to having Bakugou be there with you through every moment of every day.
But it also gave you a chance to have some time to yourself, which you did not mind.
You loved having Bakugou around, and you miss him, but this was also missed.
A loud ringing on your phone made you come back to reality about that you still had to deal with school.
Groaning, you peeled yourself out of bed, and got yourself ready for the day.
Yawning as you carried your bag over your shoulder and left your room, you had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Well, morning sleeping beauty!” Mina cheered.
You smiled, “Morning ray of sunshine.” You said back.
She grinned as the two of you walked to meet up with the others to get to school, “Soooo?” she asked.
You raised your eyebrow at her, “What?” you asked back.
She rolled her eyes, “Common, you’ve been spending all your time with Bakugou, how is it finally getting your own time to yourself again?” she nudged.
Jirou smiled with the other girls as you guys all started walking to the school together, “Yeah, considering you’ve had no time to yourself lately, must be nice.” She said.
Hagakure clung to Uraraka’s arm, “Oh! I’m sure that she misses him! They were so cute being together all the time! Right (Y/n)?” she asked.
You rolled your eyes, “I mean, yeah it’s nice having my own space, it’s good to have time to myself. But yes, I guess I still miss my time with him, but it’s not like I’m not going to have time to be with him. We do go to school and are currently living in the same place like you guys.” You explained.
Mina clung to your arm, “Aww! We sure missed having time with you (Y/n)! We should have a girls night together!” she exclaimed.
Hagakure clapped her hands together, “That would be so fun!!” she cheered.
Jirou smiled, “Sure, just try and stop the boys from joining us, Kaminari and Kirishima are always wanting to join us for gossiping and styling our hair.” She said.
Tsuyu nodded, “Speaking of hair, Bakugou is surprisingly good at styling our hair.” She said.
You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, the amount of times you’ve asked him to do your hair Tsu and even though he grumbles and complains, he still does it and does it just perfectly.” You said with a laugh.
As the group of you were chatting and laughing, you all heard a cheer, “Yo!”
Turning your head you smiled, “Hey guys.” You said.
Kirishima grinned at you and the girls, Bakugou next to him.
The two of them started walking with the group of you, “Hows it going?” Kirishima asked.
As the girls were chatting with him, you stayed by Bakugou who looked as grumpy as always.
You smiled, “You good?” you asked.
The boy huffed, “Fine.” He grumbled.
You nudged him with your arm, “Common, don’t tell me that your still mad that Mr Aizawa set the rules back?” you chuckled.
Bakugou grumbled again, “I don’t get why he couldn’t just keep it as it was, things were fine before. Shouldn’t of told him a damn thing.” He growled.
You rolled your eyes, “He would’ve found out eventually, and you gotta admit that it wouldn’t be fair if the rules were changed just for us anyways.” You said.
His only response was to just huff.
You smiled and linked your arm with his, “It’s not so bad, we can still hang out, don’t be a big baby.” You said.
Bakugou huffed, slowly pulling his hand out of his pocket to grab your hand, “How’d you sleep?” he asked in a low voice.
You leaned your head on his arm, “It was okay, cold, you gonna ask that every day?” you asked.
He growled, “Is it a crime to ask how you slept brat?” he growled.
You laughed, “How’d you sleep?” you asked back.
He shrugged, “Fine, sucked, as always.” He said.
Laughing next to him, you both separated as you both reached into the classroom.
During class you would be writing down notes and look up every now and then at your teacher who was doing the lecture, but this time something caught your eye.
Looking towards Bakugou, you saw a small pout on his lips as he stared at the corner of his desk.
You watched as he slowly moved his hand to play at the edge of the desk, fiddling with the corner.
Lifting your eyebrow in a little confusion, you kept watching as he kept fiddling with his desk, and then caught his eye as he tried to subtly look in your direction.
Though when he noticed your already staring eyes, he scowled with a pink blush dusting his cheeks, and shot back around, grumbling to himself.
You chuckled to yourself, noticing that the fiddling he was doing was because your hand used to be there for him to fiddle with when he was under the quirk accident.
He was taking this like such a big baby, you were enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would.
At Lunch you sat with the girls chatting away, while you glanced over a few times to see and overhear a little bit of the boys making fun of Bakugou and him biting back at them a bit.
When school was out, you quickly dragged Bakugou away from the others, laughing as you both ran together, a massive grin on Bakugou’s face.
Jirou watched the two of you running off from the classroom window, “You think they’re ever going to tell us themselves that they’re in a relationship or are we going to have to tell them we already know?” she asked with a smile.
Momo chuckled, “They sure are sweet together, that’s for sure.” She commented.
Mina brought over Kirishima, “They seem so much happier together. Especially Bakugou, poor guy acts like an abandoned puppy when (Y/n) isn’t around.” She laughed.
Kirishima laughed beside her, “Give him a break, he’s finally got someone who he has strong feelings about, don’t think he’s ever had that before. I’m happy for him.” He said.
The others smiled and nodded in agreement.
You giggled as you dragged Bakugou into the girls’ dorm, and opened your bedroom door, pulling him in after you.
The boy slammed the door behind himself, a big grin on his face, “Looks like you wanted me all day.” He said.
You lifted your eyebrow at him as he stood in front of you, “Try telling that to people after they see that sappy face you pulled during class today, or the sulking face you do the first time you leave anywhere without me.” You teased.
Bakugou grumbled as he grabbed your waist and jolted you towards him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you kissed, desperation from the both of you.
Tongues mixed together, hands going under shirts and fingers tangling in hair as the two of you made out messily.
Bakugou shook off his blazer, and pulled yours quickly grabbing you again and locking his lips with yours
You moaned against him as he grabbed your ass, lifting you up and letting you wrap your legs around him.
He pressed you into the bed, you pulled your hands from messing his hair to unbuttoning his skirt, throwing it to the side as he did the same to you.
He bit and sucked at your exposed shoulders and collarbones, leaving marks and kisses on your skin as you ran your fingers up and down his back and arms, breathing heavily and moaning at the pleasures.
Bakugou slipped his fingers to your back, playing with your bra straps as you also started kissing and sucking on the exposed skin on his shoulders and neck.
When you bit down on the exposed skin where is neck and shoulder met, he hissed and trembled, all while unclipping your bra.
He aggressively took your bra off you and through it off to the side.
Grabbing your now exposed boobs, licking, and nibbling on your nipples.
Your head pulled back in pleasure, your body trembling.
But feeling that you were being teased too much, you pouted.
Lifting your leg, you rubbed against Bakugou’s growing tend in his pants, the boy hissing and instantly pulling back to glare at you with glossed over eyes.
You smiled at him, “Don’t tease me, we don’t have all the time in the world.” You breathed.
The boy huffed, leaning down to kiss you, his fingers gliding down the sides of your rib cage, making you tremble and your breath hitch.
He grinned down at you, “Let me enjoy having you, I haven’t in a while.” He groaned.
You sighed as you pulled him in closer to you, feeling his warmth and breathing in his smell.
But your patience was still not playing along.
You rubbed your thighs together, trying to be discreet, but from Bakugou’s grin in the kiss, not discreet enough.
He slid his hand slowly down your stomach, over your skirt you were still wearing and then underneath said skirt.
His fingers slid between your thighs that were pressed together, sliding over your panties that were already clearly wet.
Bakugou continued to keep your mouth occupied as he kept giving you wet kisses, but that didn’t stop the moans that slipped as his hand kept playing around under skirt.
He pushed his hand under your panties, so he could be direct with your wet mess.
His fingers slid inside you with complete ease, angling his hand so that he could easily finger you, while the base of his balm rubbed and stimulated your clit.
You moaned out, breathing heavily as Bakugou kept a steady rhythm, his fingers making squelching noises as they pumped inside you.
Bakugou quickened his pace, making you through your head back, arching your back as you tried to muffle your moans.
The boy grinned down at you, satisfied with the reactions he was pulling from you with just his fingers alone.
You glared up at me, grabbing the back of his neck you pulled him down and yourself up enough to reach his ear, where you liked and bit.
Bakugou’s breath hitched but he didn’t pull away, you liked to watch his ears turn pink, they were one of his weak points, and you loved to tease them.
You breathed heavily near Bakugou’s ear, purposely moaning a little in his ear.
The boy turned his head enough to side eye you; you smiled as you placed a kiss on his ear.
Both of you were becoming impatient, Bakugou sliding his fingers out of you, sliding your legs up so he was in between them.
Reaching back up, he slid his fingers up your thighs, pulling your panties down, discarding them by throwing them off to the side, and undoing your skirt and doing the same motions as the panties.
Undoing his own pants, you flushed at seeing the bulge in his boxers, but both the pants and boxers were both soon discarded as well.
Seeing his dick standing in excitement, you clutched your thighs back together and bit your lip in anticipation.
Bakugou grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back exposing his forehead, “Like what you see?” he asked.
You smiled up at him, “Not as much as seeing you do that with your hair.” You said.
Bakugou looked unamused, “You rather see my damn forehead than my dick standing?” he asked.
You shrugged your shoulder, “I’m a simple girl.” You giggled.
Bakugou huffed, separating your thighs, “Here says otherwise.” He grinned.
He got himself closer to you, positioning his dick at your entrance, sliding himself in, he breathed out heavily, holding back a moan.
You on the other hand was a mess, you arched your back as Bakugou began thrusting.
Bakugou groaned, and huffed, which made you squirm, “Don’t have to hold back.” You said.
Reaching up around his neck, you pulled yourself up, Bakugou grabbing you and repositioning so that you were in his lap.
Pouncing lightly in his hold you let out a huff, “Moan a little for me.” You breathed.
Bakugou stared up at you, squeezing his eyes shut as he stared pushing harder and faster into you, making you bounce.
Feeling you around him, and after your words, he groaned, letting out little deep moans.
Hearing his pleasures, the once you were feeling intensified.
Intertwining your fingers in his hair at the back of his head, you tugged a little, pulling his hair and head back a little.
He shivered as he smiled at you.
But you were too lost in the heated sex to give much of a response.
Bakugou leaned you back, your hips still high up on him as your upper body were laying on the bed again.
Getting on his knees, he pushed harder and faster, you could feel yourself nearing your climax, you clutched at his arms that held your hips.
Feeling this, Bakugou leaned over you again, keeping his fast pace.
Groaning and moaning you could both tell you were going to climax.
Bakugou leaned down and chomped down hard on your shoulder, making your legs clench on Bakugou as you held back a scream of pleasure, riding out your climax.
He kept thrusting and your scratched hard and deep into Bakugou’s back, his breath shook as he pulled out and his hot seed spilled out on your stomach.
You both breathed hard, the hot activity taking a toll on the both of you.
Bakugou cleaned up your stomach and your wet pussy with tissues that you had beside your bedside.
He laid next to you, laying his arm out and looking at you.
You smiled and cuddled into him, you loved his smell, it wasn’t something you could describe properly, it was sweet and comforting and warm, and just him.
Bakugou rubbed his face on top of your head, smelling your hair, “You smell so nice.” He said.
You giggled, rubbing your face into his neck.
He pulled back to look at you, “What?” he asked.
You shook your head, “Nothing, I was just thinking the same thing.” You said.
Bakugou smiled and growled grabbing you and tossing you in the bed playfully as you laughed.
Going back down to the common room after a shower and clean clothes, you stretched your arms.
You hummed, cuddled up in one of Bakugou’s hoodies, “Gonna steal this one for a while, it’ll help me sleep for sure.” You said.
Bakugou scoffed, “At least you’ll get to. None of your shit will fit or would I be caught dead in.” he said.
You chuckled, “Well, when I eventually give it back and take a different one, this one will smell like me, and then you’ll have little trouble right?” you said.
Bakugou lifted an eyebrow in thought and then nodded, “I guess you could keep lending them to you.” He said and put his arm around you.
Seeing the others gathered in the common room, they smiled, “Look who it is!” Kaminari said.
Bakugou growled at him, but you were surprised that he didn’t take his arm off from around you.
The red eyed blond glared, “Shut your face, dopey.” He spat.
Hagakure skipped over, “Common, you two really going to not tell us what’s up with the two of you?” she asked.
Momo shook her head, “Don’t make fun of them.” She said.
Todoroki looked over from the couch, “Maybe they’re just in the habit now thanks to the quirk Bakugou was under. Habits can stick around.” He said.
You smiled, “Well, I guess that’s not too far off.” You said.
Kirishima smiled, “It’s good to see you guys happy.” He said.
You smiled and Bakugou looked down at you, grunting, and then looked back over to the others, huffing, “Why wouldn’t we be? We’re very happy together.” He stated.
Everyone seemed to freeze, including you.
Blinking a few times, you glanced up at Bakugou, too stunned to speak.
Sero cleared his throat, “By together, you mean…?” he trailed off.
Bakugou grumbled, “Yes dumbass, we’re together, got a problem with that?” he asked, pulling you closer to him.
You flushed pink, not expecting Bakugou to confirm your relationship to the others so fast.
Looking up at him, you could see that his ears were dusted pink.
You smiled to yourself at Bakugou’s subtle embarrassment.
The girls circled you and pulled you away from Bakugou in excitement, while the guys circled around Bakugou.
Mina hugged you while jumping, “I’m so happy for you guys!” she called, running over to Bakugou with excitement.
Jirou patted your back, “Good to see that you two were able to tell us, we weren’t sure when you guys were going to tell us.” She said.
You rubbed the back of your head, “I feel like this is way too much, but thanks for the support, guys.” You said.
Kirishima put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, “Dude, that was so manly.” He said, tears running down his face.
Mina wrapped her arm around Bakugou’s neck, bringing him down so she could tussle his hair, “Our little Bakugou is growing up so fast!” she called.
Bakugou growled and shoved her off him, “Get off me, the lot of you!” he called.
When things finally settled down, it was once again time for bed, Iida made it very strict especially when it was a school night.
To which Bakugou had no complaints about, he liked going to bed early.
Saying your goodnights, you and Bakugou shared a private moment with no one in sight to kiss and hug before going your separate ways.
Going back into your room, you got dressed into your pjs, set your alarm and crawled into bed.
Snuggling into Bakugou’s hoodie, you hummed and tried to fall asleep.
About an hour or two later you woke up, you groaned, trying to snuggle back into your pillow and the collar of Bakugou’s hoodie.
But you were stuck with being dead tired, but not being able to sleep.
Huffing you sat up, swinging your legs out of bed, you seared for your discarded pants, slipped on some shoes and went out onto your balcony.
Sighing up at the night sky, you saw your breath flow out into the night.
A thought popping into your brain, you bit your lip.
Deciding that you weren’t going to be able to sleep for now, you decided to break a few rules.
Climbing up to the roof, you sneakily made your way across, your quirk being a good help as you climbed down the other side of the dorm.
Landing on a balcony you smiled, going to the doors.
Pulling out your phone, you sent out a text,
‘Wakey wakeyy’
You heard the dings of a message go through, but after a little bit you got no response.
You pouted, typing away on your phone,
‘Wake up sleeping beauty!
Hey
Bitch I swear to god
WAKE THE HELL UP’
You sent over and over again.
Before you sent anymore, you finally got a response.
‘Wtaf do you want!? I’m trying to sleep bitch!’
You grinned,
‘Hurry up and look out on your balcony
I’m freezing my ass off out here
Soon there won’t be an ass for you to grab’
Soon the drapes covering the inside of the room pulled back.
You smiled and waved at the boy who looked surprised.
Bakugou opened the doors, “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
You shrugged, “You going to let me in, or are you wanting to loose this ass you like grabbing all the time?” you said.
Bakugou huffed and grabbed you to bring you inside.
You shivered a little as you walked inside.
The boy crossed his arms, “You wanting another round or something?” he asked with a smug look.
You lifted your eyebrow, “Is that all you think about?” you scoffed.
He stood there, dropping his arms, “What’re you doing here?” he asked.
You shrugged, “Breaking the rules?” you grabbed his hand. “I was having trouble sleeping, and I just wanted to come and cuddle.”
Seeing you giving him the puppy eyes, the boy gave in with a sigh.
Smiling at his defeat, you dragged him over to the bed, taking off the pants you knew you were going to lose in your sleep anyways, something Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised by at this point.
Crawling into the warm bed, Bakugou joined you and wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled back.
Sighing into each other’s holds, you finally felt like you might be able to sleep.
Bakugou tugged on his jumper that you were wearing.
Looking up you gave him questioning eyes.
He smiled, “Don’t want to exchange this for something else?” he asked.
You scoffed, but smiled as you sat up, taking off the jumper and the top you were wearing underneath.
Bakugou slid his shirt off over his head and handed it to you.
You slid the shirt on and displayed it for him, “You feel better now?” you asked.
The boy smirked, “Do you?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes, “Your boyfriend shirt kink. I swear to god.” You giggled.
Bakugou cupped your face with his hand, “You love it.” He said.
Leaning into his hold, you hummed, “I love you.” You said.
He smiled, “Me too.” He said, leaning you down to kiss you.
Going back down you cuddled with him, your face in his neck, and his cheek on your head.
You bit your lip, “That was beyond cheesy and cringy.” You said, stifling a laugh.
Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Couldn’t agree more, sappy bitch.” He said.
you slapped his chest lightly as you both chuckled.
Watching his chest raise and fall as he breathed, you stared tracing a circle on his skin, “I was surprised that you just told everyone like that.” You mumbled.
The boy hummed, “Didn’t want me to?” he asked.
You shook your head, “It’s not that, I’m happy about it, I was just surprised. I thought that you wanted to keep it a secret until you felt comfortable with it.” You said.
Bakugou nudged your head so you would look up at him, “I am comfortable. You make me comfortable.” Seeing you smile he pressed his head against yours. “Besides, I wanted them to know that you are mine. I don’t want to see anyone trying to put the moves on you whatsoever.”
You hummed, “I’m pretty sure that when word gets around, even if someone had feelings for me, they’d be too intimidated by you to even try for me.” You said.
Bakugou nodded, “That’s the point.” He said.
You shook your head, “You’re an idiot.” You said.
Bakugou smiled and kissed your cheek, “I’m your idiot.” He said.
You grinned, “Ah so you admit that you’re an idiot then, good to know you’re aware of it.” You teased.
Bakugou grumbled and tossed you to the other side, playfully wrestling you.
You knew that things would get messy in some areas, with Bakugou being the jealous type, but you knew all too well that if a girl you didn’t really know got too close to him, you would be too.
There are going to be a lot of bumpy roads along the way, but you knew that you and Bakugou really do love each other, no matter how much that makes you cringe, you would never deny it.
You were both happy, and you were both going to do your best to keep each other happy.
__The End__
#bakugou x reader#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou fluff#lemon#kirishima#mina#jirou#momo#tsuyu#uraraka#hagakure#sero#kaminari#todoroki#aizawa#ua#bnha#my hero academia#mha#x reader#fluff#touch#the end
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It's Dabi's turn to go through some much needed therapy🐙
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Now we're swallowed by the fog / from the breath of everyone
I can barely see you now, / but your smile is a frown
Yeah, I knew it had to stop / because I always mess it up
And I get it if you run / I just had to share with someone
aurora borealis - lemon demon
i really like this ship, but i feel like natsuo wouldn't really realize the REALITIES of dating a villain until he sees shigaraki straight up murder somebody
#slowpokedragonart#natshig#shiganatsu#natsushig#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki#natsuo todoroki#todoroki natsuo#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#aurora borealis lemon demon#lyricstuck#lyric comic#click click
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Hi, I'm a huge Dabi/Touya fan and I've been obsessing with a story idea based off the whole "isekai" idea and was wondering if any other simps would be interested?
If so, I'm trying to decide if I should use an OC or should make it a self insert given I want to make this a kind of slow-burn story, so there would be multiple chapters.
I'm also so down the rabbit hole I've got an entire playlist on my Spotify dedicated to songs that make me think of him, so I'm thinking of titling each chapter after the song(s) I probably be listening to while I set the tone.
It'll also get spicy as things progress, but you know how slow burns are 😅😅
In the meantime, if anyone is interested in some one shots, shoot me a suggestion and I'll see what I can do. 😁😁😁
(I also made several Dabi AI's to flirt with cause GOD DAMN THAT MAN IS TOO FINE)
#bnha dabi#touya todoroki#dabi#dabi mha#mha dabi#dabi touya#dabi todoroki#dabi smut#dabi x reader#dabi x reader lemon
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