Illuminate (Server Collab Prompt)

Illuminate (Server Collab Prompt)

A/N: This story has been curated thanks to the lovely people of Discord. We all worked with the dialogue prompt “Pay Attention to Me,” Here’s my twist with my Sunshine boi~ ALSO, I NOW HAVE 300+ FOLLOWERS! AGAIN, THANK YOU ALL FOR LIKING MY WORK. I HAVE SOME NEW PIECES IN THE WORKS AND’ CAN’T WAIT TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU, STAY TUNED! 

As time stood, you were eager to get home. The weekend was among your stressed, tired body. You felt the cool breeze come to tickle the back of your neck as you waited for the bullet train to take you close to home. Awaiting you, there would be your beloved boyfriend, Mirio. Earlier, you sent a message letting him know you would be working late, and as you figured, he didn't message you back. Recently, he's been distant. Not in the way of ignoring you, just that he's been pushing himself too much at work, and when he's home, he goes straight to bed.

Eager was an understatement as he gave you a sleepy kiss in the morning telling you he'll be free the same days as you. Working seemed to be pushing you both to exhaustion, and yet being heroes put the biggest smiles on your faces. Meeting each other during the top high school in Japan was what brought you two on to continue your goals of reaching the Top 10. You witnessed most if not all of Mirio's struggles with his quirk and his dedication shone brighter than the sun when mastered. He saw the downfalls and triumphs of yours. You pushed your body to be way more resistant and flexible. Agility would be best suited for what your quirk needed to progress.

Everyone knew of your friendship as the epitome of shut-up-and-date-already. The way you lightly grazed his arm and smiled after he finished his training, set him into a fiery, flustered frenzy. He knew you were bold, but just your fingertips on him were enough to turn him into a strawberry. After catching on that you liked him, he would tease you back just to see what you would say. You were either speechless or daring to say something just as sweet. From there on, it became a battle of compliments and kind gestures. Mirio always made a habit of lighting up the room with his laughter after your rebuttal.

In the end, Nejire pulled you to the side to make a move to ask him out. You laughed as she stressed how agonizing it's become watching the turtledove warfare. You told her, that would change very soon. The next day, you came into class with a packed lunch. Anxious but ready, you hand the lunch to Mirio. Watching his expression as you gave it to him made the window in your eyes light up. The only time you could say you scurried away from him. You anticipated his reaction to your home-cooked meal, but his grin was unbearable. He ran after you immediately and grabbed your hand. You turned around to stare at his big, warm, and callous hand compared to yours. With his gentle hold, you felt his thumb caress the back of your hand. It ran shock waves through your body.

"H-hey (____-chan), you didn't have to run." He laughed as he stretched his arm for his free hand to rub the back of his head.

"I know but-"

Mirio's lips met with yours before you could say anything more. Your eyes widen as he cradled your face close to his. The way he massaged his lips with yours caused you to shut them and melt while igniting a fire within your soul. It took restraint not to faint in his embrace as he tickled the tip of your nose with his. Pulling out of the kiss, your eyes flickered, staring into Mirio's glorious hue of blue. The honest smile paired with the tender gleam was enough to leave you breathless.

"T-thank you (____-chan), I've never had anyone do this for me." He held both of your hands.

From there on, you established your relationship. Ironically enough, you were known as the power couple. Pushing the limits of what it meant to have authentic teamwork and understand your partner's quirk.

As you reached home, you unlocked your front door met with warmth automated from your thermostat, highly refreshing from the bitter cold. As you settle in, you notice you're home alone. Sliding your favorite fuzzy slippers on, you double-check each room. Confirming your first thought, a sigh escapes your lips as you make your way back to the living room.

Maybe I'll watch TV until he comes home.

Making a choice, you prepared yourself in the best unwind fashion. Gathering your favorite drink and snacks while changing into loungewear. You looked through your streaming services to binge-watch a show that's been on your mind for some time. You snuggle into the blanket Mirio bought on a whim before Christmas and remained attentive to the show. Close to finishing the season, you end up drifting off to sleep.

Waking up in what felt like a fifth dimension, you noticed you were no longer lying on the couch, but in the bedroom, you shared with your boyfriend. Your body protested, leaving your king-size bed as you turned to face him but met with an empty side. You groaned immediately, expecting a text or a note left. As you shuffled to sit up, you scope the room for your smartphone, located on your nightstand. Bracing your tired eyes to the harsh LED lights, you squint roughly at your incoming text messages. As suspected, Mirio left you a message saying the agency called him in, and to go to the kitchen.

Finally, moving your strained limbs, the walk to the kitchen is slow and sluggish, yawning every other step. Reaching down the hallway, you turn your head left to a surprise of none other than all your favorite breakfast and brunch foods. A note left on the island in a solid white color of paper, written with blue ink, and signed with his name:

I know you didn't get to see me come in, but you looked too cute to wake up! Please enjoy this as a truce until I get back. I love you, My Sunflower.

How could you be mad? He knew the way to your heart and your stomach. With your eyes hungry and your mouth-watering, you took your time picking out your plates and entrees. Part two on the couch, you binged the rest of your show, and as you reached the end, you heard the jingle of keys. Half dazed, you wait until he entered the living room. As his thick build met at the entryway leading into the heart of the home, the room was completely illuminated. He smiled as you laid sleepily on the couch, snuggled up.

"Hi, my Sunflower." He rested his coat on the back of the kitchen chair, trotting the rest of his buff body over to plop onto the couch with you.

He cradled close to your burrito wrapped body, placing kisses over your cheeks, lips, and nose. "Did you miss me?"

"No, not at all. I was enjoying the attention of my TV Husbando."

"Oh, really, How are they doing?"

"Not well actually, they're going through an existential crisis."

Mirio mimics an 'o' shape with his mouth, "Oh man, that sounds terrible. Let's hope he makes it through."

Mirio lightly chuckled as he wrapped you in his arms tighter. He relishes in the scent of your hair, nestling close to your neck. An abundance of delight rushed through your body. "I'm so happy to be home."

You hid your smile under the blanket, "I'm happy too."

Mirio pulls away to look at you, "Listen, Sunshine, I know that you've been annoyed with me these past two weeks. You haven't been able to see me enough for us to relax together. But there's a reason why."

You watched his shoulders tense when speaking, "I've been working hard because I know sooner or later, you might get bored with me and think I'm not serious about you. When truthfully, I'm scared to lose you."

He took a slow breath making his words come out clear to you, "Being a hero has taught me the valuable lesson of taking care of the ones you love. And not to only tell them how much you care but to show them. That's why I-"

With a quick shuffle of his pockets, he pulled out a small, black velvet box.

"(Your whole fucking government name/desired full name) I've loved you since High-school, way before you made me that lunch. Way before you even looked my way in year one, really. Knowing that you've been by my side through high school, internships, college, and agencies have given me the power to overcome all trials head-on. Whether to deck a villain straight in the face or to let you know when we run out of toilet paper while I'm still on the can. The sun can not shine without the moon, and so, with that said, will you be my Moon?"

Immediately after he popped the question, you wiped your eyes. Streaming of tears and nodding excessively. He opened the box and showcased the exact ring you saw at the jeweler's. You originally went to get something simple for an evening gala full of pro heroes when your eye caught it. You guys were in a rush that day, so you didn't even know Mirio saw you take a glimpse.

"Babe, I wanna hear you say it." He chuckles as he places the ring on your right ring finger.

Your giddiness shows how overly excited you are, you take a deep breath and grin while looking into his big, blue gaze, "Yes."

"Great, now get ready."

"Wha-what are we doing?"

"Well first, we're going to the spa and then shopping, after that I’m taking you to every upscale restaurant in Tokyo so that we can get free food off our engagement."

You laughed instantly, "So you're a scammer now?"

"I'm just kidding, but I do want the dessert to be free!"

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Invitations and Reservations

A/N: Hey Guys, this is my first post to my blog. I wrote this story for the lovely, @burnedbyshoto. I got a little anxious sharing this story since the beginning is a tad rough, but please be patient with me while I get back into the groove of good imagery and storytelling. Thank you to all of you that took the time to read it, I appreciate all constructive criticism, and I have made the proper edits.

Pairings: Shouto Todoroki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Word Count: 6.4K

After graduation from UA High School, there was a halt in the friendship you built with Shouto. He was apart of the hero course and you were nothing but a mere general studies student. Meaning you guys wouldn't always be in the same spaces. During your first year, you would pass by him during lunchtime and you noticed that he would sit by himself frequently. You liked the idea of making new friends and thought that maybe he wouldn’t mind if you interrupted his bubble. One day, you were brave enough to sit with him, but he gave you the cold shoulder and with an icy stare he said, “I don’t need any distractions, you can go.”

You were taken aback by his statement, proceeding to leave him alone. You didn’t think about him until after the sports festival had come to a close and still, you were eager to be his friend. You witness him hanging out with the green-haired boy, known as Deku and his trusted friends. This is your chance! You steadily approach the table with the intent of speaking to Todoroki and creating a bond.

Luckily, he saw you coming already and made room for you to sit next to him on the bench. An exchange of smiles leads to honest conversations with the half hot-half cold quirked boy and his friends. Fast forward to senior year, you two have developed an inseparable bond. However, you remember he is training to be the next top hero. Also realizing that the branch would continue to challenge him and that he will be in high demand. Knowing all of this crippled your heart, and left you to be stagnate during the days he was unavailable to talk. 

You are torn between accepting the role he will play as a hero destined to be the greater embodiment of All Might and also feeling left behind in that journey. Your quirk wasn’t anything special but it was great for memorizing information related to photographic memory with zoomed-in 10x detail. You regretted not getting into the hero course and fell into a small depression. But after spending some time hanging with your G.S. friends at the sports festival, you understood that you weren’t cut out for the work of a hero and enjoyed being behind the scenes.

Onward, you put your mind to exploring the alternatives. Hero firms were your next course of action. You learned pronto that they were very cut-throat but still persevered. After graduation, you went to college away from your quiet, hometown in Japan to learn as much about the hero business. When you came back, a hero firm in the city had you as their number one choice and you executed all tasks they presented.

Proving that you were more than capable, you were boosted with pay and benefits. You settled into the city, with a great space meant for one soul to be comfortable. And work from Monday to Friday. Occasionally weekends if duty calls, but your personal life was still balanced with leisure and relaxation.

One day in the office, your boss told you that there were files that needed correction at the number one hero firm in the country and you were requested specifically. Surprised, you headed over there willing to assist. As you arrived, you saw the hustle and bustle of the greatest heroes at the top firm in Japan taking charge. An entire 180 from your usual workflow. Heroes coming, heroes going.

As your workload for the day was finished and you were leaving the building, a familiar hairdo caught your eye as they entered the building with their head down fidgeting with their hero costume.

"Todoroki-san?" You glance at his suit, giving him a once over from head-to-toe, he's bulked up more since high school.

As he looks up, his face laced in complete surprise. "(______-chan)?" His smile is grand as he walks up to you extending his own arms to pull you into a bear hug.

His hands respectively rested at your waist as you pull him into a close embrace. "It's great to see you!" You let it slip your mind that Shouto operated at the number one firm and didn’t even focus on the other heroes. As soon as you arrived, you were given a room and all the paperwork was directed into your hands.

As you both pull away, his eyes linger on your body. The curves on you were very enticing for business casual attire. “Yeah, I could say the same.” He smirks.

“Did you just finish up for the day?” You ask adjusting your work handbag.

He nods, ”Yeah, I was dropping off my costume, this one happens to be my back up.” He motions to his chest and your eyes flutter.

“Cool, well don’t let me hold you up. I know you want to go home.” You motion as if to start walking but Todoroki caught your right hand with his.

“Hey, (____), wait,” The skin is callous, but deeply earnest bringing about a tinted color of pink on your face. You look into his mismatched eyes.

“Would you like to exchange numbers?” Todoroki starts fiddling with his other hand to reach for his smartphone.

Todoroki always had the same phone number since you knew him, but during his senior year of college, you heard from Mina that his phone number was leaked all throughout Japan. And during that time, he had a harem of girls lusting after him that he couldn’t break free of. The situation led him to switch his number three times, losing your contact each point since then.

You happily agree and exchange numbers. Joking with him, you tell him that your number never changed and he apologetically tells you that he forgot your number after the second time. A small giggle escaped your lips as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You wore it down for today since the weather was sunny with a light breeze.

Shouto goes in for another hug this time tighter, and says, “Please, don’t be a stranger. If possible, I would like to see you again.”

Your heart leaps out your chest and as you pull out of the hug, you peer into his face. Before you can say anything he stammers, “I know it's late and all but if possible, I would like to take you home.”

Still in the embrace, your face flushes and you nod without a word. “Great, give me a moment to put this away. Actually, do you wanna come up with me?” He releases entirely from his grasp and motions to you if you want to take the trip.

You shrug, looking at him in sheer delight just from seeing him again, “At this point, I’m down for anything, Todoroki. I was just gonna go home after.”

He smiles kindly, “Okay. Well, follow me.”

Together, you spend an additional thirty-minutes as he shows you the building. It’s filled with laughter and wonder. After he changes out of his costume and into regular clothes, Todoroki reaches for his keys on the desk. “We can make our way to the parking lot now.”

You reach his vehicle and notice it's a very stylish, new model from the current year. “Let me get your door,” Todoroki jogs to your side of the car. As he opens the door for you, you enter cautiously not to snag your heels on his car mats. Flirtatiously you say, “Wow, what a gentleman.”

He picks up on your flattery, “Thank you, a lovely woman such as yourself will bring it out of me.”

You blush from his reversed flirtation as he enters the driving side. He asks where to and you give him your home address. As he drives, you shift your eyes from the road to look at Todoroki. Several colored lights flash through his face as the two of you ride through the stoplights and reflective signs.

You gaze toward his face, embracing his side-profile. His jawline is more defined, hair is longer, eyes looking worn from the day. For a split second, he makes eye contact with you before focusing on the road. “Are you okay?” His deep voice echoes through the car sending chills down your spine.

Honestly speaking you say to him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just looking at you.”

“Oh, you see something you like?” He asks.

You smirk in his direction, “Very much so.”

The rest of the ride is quiet but filled with high levels of tension. It’s not stressing, more like the realization of one’s attraction to the other. Shouto grips the steering wheel holding onto what he’s wanted to say since staring into your eyes at the firm. He takes a slow and steady breath, his jaw tensing up as he does. Stealing glances of him and breathing the same air made you come to grips that your crush on Todoroki is not completely over. You want to see more of him.

Finally, you reach your apartment complex. Your body stills as he parks the vehicle on the street near the sidewalk entrance to your building. You can’t bring yourself to leave the car. There’s so much you’ve wanted to say to him since high school and now that you’re here with him you’re frozen. 

“Listen (____),” Shouto breaks the silence, ”I’m truly happy that I bumped into you.” He stares into your own eyes. “It’s the highlight of my day.”

His smile gazes deep within you, pulling a heartstring. Boldly, you lean over to his side of the car, caressing the left side of his face to turn to you. Leaning closer to massage your lips to his. The kiss was slow and passionate. His hand rubs your thigh while the other pulls you closer to him by your waist. A groan escapes his lips as a heavy breath leaves your nostrils. You’re not ready to end the kiss, you grab a handful of his hair to stop him from pulling away. But he had no intention of doing so.

The lip-locking gets rough and creates a lack of oxygen and you both pull away just to catch one’s breath. You sit back holding your hand to your chest. Looking over at him, his eyes haven’t left your mouth. His eyes trail down to your body then back to your eyes. Your chest was exposed showing a delightful amount of cleavage in your cotton-like, v-neck blouse. He bites his lips in desire.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” You ask him softly, almost louder than a whisper. “I know it's late. But, I wouldn’t want you to drive home if you’re exhausted.”

Shouto’s face heats up, the question caught him off guard. Looking at you, he sees that you’re a little flustered asking him but he knows that you’re worried about his well-being and that you always have been. He nods and as you two find better parking. You head upstairs and immediately apologize for any mess left out in your haze to get ready for the day. He assures that you don’t need to apologize.

Unlocking the door, you promptly take your high heels off and slip on your comfortable and plush house slippers. “Please make yourself at home.” You plop onto your camel-colored couch releasing a sigh.

Shouto sits next to you, he's looking a little stiff but relaxes when by your side. His eyes linger again to your exposed cleavage as you lean back taking a deep breath. His eyes widen from watching your chest rise and fall.

You look at him asking, "Are you thirsty?"

He jumps thinking he’s been caught staring, "Uh yeah, I am." He blinks away quickly.

You stand up to walk around the corner and enter your kitchen. "Anything in particular? Juice or tea? Maybe wine?"

He shouts over his shoulder, "Wine is fine."

You pull out the red wine from your fridge and let the door close on its own as you open your cabinet to your wine glasses.

After carefully holding the glasses in your hands, you walk your way back into the living room and set the bottle down along with the glasses. He separates the two and asks if he can pour, you accept as he unwraps the bottle. You forgot the bottle opener and strut back to the kitchen to retrieve it. With another plop onto the couch, your thigh brushed against his.

It was an accident but you’re not rushing to move. The warmth from his leg is comforting and you feel calm against his body heat. You haven’t been this close to him in so long and it shows as you exhale softly relishing in Todoroki’s company. He hands you a wine glass and you thank him graciously. He works the cork out of the bottle and pours it into your glass then his.

“I would like to make a toast between the two of us.” His deep voice echoes through your modern themed apartment.

“Let’s hear it” You grin in his direction.

“To the odds of us meeting again,” He stares into your eyes, “Had I not taken a late shift patrolling, I wouldn’t even be here right now.”

Your smile is evident to him, “True, but also my boss made this possible.”

“How so?”

“He told me your firm needed me today. You guys were backed up with months of paperwork.”

“Really? The things they don’t tell me.” He rubs his head, bewildered.

“Well as apart of the top five heroes in Japan the last thing they want to do is worry you with problems they could give to another. You already keep the city safe.”

“Yeah, although that’s odd. How did you fair out?”

“I finished it all.”

“What?”

“I fixed all the hitches.”

“In a single day?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “Can we drink now?”

Shouto’s thrown off-guard but wastes no time clinging your glass and taking a long gulp. It seems as if he’s needed this drink. Your sip matches his as you make eye contact with him. You stir the wine coating the glass. The wine is sweet and smooth as it glides down your tongue. He sets his glass down on your see-through, glass coffee table.

“So please, tell me how you managed to finish months of work in a day.”

You tease him, “With hard work.”

For the next hour, you and Todoroki are reconnecting and sharing what’s happened in your personal lives. Sharing experiences from college, reminiscing when you both attended UA asking who you still speak with from your classes. Although you weren’t apart of class 1A you were able to become close friends with Mina and Toru. The three of you would go shopping, and at times you would have to remind Mina what matches since you were the most fashionable of the three.

Todoroki was able to keep in contact with most of 1A, except Mineta. He shared several stories after becoming a hero. Some made you laugh and the others shocked you. He showed a couple of battle scars that smoothed onto his arms and chest with time. You pretended that you didn’t like the view of his bare chest for mere seconds but it was obvious to Todoroki when you were tracing his abs. The conversation continued to flow and you whole-heartedly felt fortunate.

A yawn escaped Shouto’s mouth. “Oh man, I wore you out didn’t I?” You ask clearing the coffee table of the two large wine bottles you two dusted off with ease.

“No, I’m just very comfortable.” He smiled sleepily.

You smirk, “Well if you like my couch, you’ll definitely like my bed.”

“What?” His head shot up to look at you.

“I’m too tired to sleep by myself. Do you want to cuddle?”

You two have been drinking since stepping foot into your apartment not making any flirtatious moves to progress the night into something else. But liquor of any form is considered as a truth serum. And for once you said exactly what was on your mind.

Through tipsy duo-colored eyes and a bright pink face, “Yes.” Finally came out of Shouto’s mouth.

You reached your hand out to hold his, he extends to touch yours and you lift him off the couch to lead him to your bedroom. Immediately, Shouto’s eyes widen as he sees how dainty your room is. He’s lost in the scent of lavender and can tell that you took pride in decorating your room. You guide him to sit on your queen-size bed as you finally strip out of your blouse and tight skirt.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been wearing this all day,” Motioning to your outfit of the day. You strut near your dresser wearing nothing but a bra and panties looking for pajamas. You turn your head to tell Shouto to get comfortable and gaze upon the half-hot, half-cold man to see him steaming. His eyes haven’t left your body since entering your room.

Your laugh fills the room, “Shouto, can you get comfortable?” 

“Are you sure you want me to stay in here as you’re changing?” His voice sounding drunker than he looked.

“Yes!” You smile tenderly throwing him oversized grey sweats, “Don’t worry they’re mine.”

He catches the pants in his hands, shrugs, and changes into them with no other words. You head to your bathroom just to remove any makeup from your face and quickly do your skincare night time regimen. “Hey, Shouto!” You call out to him while moisturizing your face.

“Yeah, (_____)?”

“You wanna be the little spoon or the big spoon?” You playfully asked him the question as you once had during a time back at UA, he didn’t know what you meant and couldn’t tell you what he wanted. You let it go after seeing his confused face. You walked your way back into your bedroom and came to a pause. Behold, Shouto completely stripped from his regular clothes into the grey sweatpants and no shirt.

At that moment, you wished you were born with four eyes like one of your general studies friends. You needed a better vision of the perfect symmetry of his abs and the bulge forming in his pants. You can't force your quirk to just focus on one part of his body at a time, it was unfair!

For once, your body moves faster than your mind. Inebriated, you walk over to him stumbling over your own legs. Standing in front of him, still in your underwear, you press your lips to his and lock your arms around his neck. Pushing your body closer to mold into him. The kiss is sloppy yet filled with passion.

You inhale his scent through your nose and softly nibble against his bottom lip. Shouto groans against you swiftly, flipping you onto the bed, gently laying on top of you taking in the beauty of your body. You smile under his stare.

His gaze intense while his lips were intoxicating as they collided with yours repeatedly. Dominating your body and touching anywhere his hands would permit. You hook your arms over his shoulders to pull him close. You track love bites up and down his neck and behind his traps.

His exhale is heavy as it tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Your moan causes closer contact with Shouto's chest. You're internally dying to feel more of him. You can't wait anymore as your hands unhook from behind his back, to trail to the sides of his sweats. You're in the process of slowly sliding them down as Shouto grabs your right hand.

"Big spoon." His voice is husky this time as they stare into your eyes and it feels like an hour under his gaze. He rolls off of you pulling you close from your waist.

You're bewildered, to say the least. But glad that he found out what the terminology meant. However, the bear hug wrapped around your feminine frame causes multiple sensations. The back of your neck thrilled by his breath, the warm vibrations of his soft snores, and your fingers following the veins on his arms.

I did say I wanted to cuddle…

You mentally facepalm yourself and utter out a tiny giggle. Shouto softly stirs at your voice and you snuggle closer to him.

_____________

Every third Friday night and fourth Saturday of the month you would meet. In the evening it was an upscale restaurant with the finest wine and a remarkable view. Whether the food was splendid depended on the face you made after the third bite. He would look at you and smile wondering if you're enjoying yourself. A smile would indicate 2 bottles of wine and another great conversation.

You would usually catch Todoroki up on the weeks that he didn't see you since phone calls were short and they mostly consisted in confirmation that the other finally reached home. After hero work from different fields, those would be the only words you two could muster to say.

The way you would describe the days was as if it had just happened 5 minutes ago and he admired that about you. Your memory was impeccable and he couldn't differentiate whether that was apart of your quirk or just how you were. Your eyes would light up talking to Shouto as he would stare at you with the most gentle smile.

“So that’s what happened on my end, as usual, I handle what my boss throws at me with ease and keep my cool the whole time.” A grin grows on your face as you swirl your wine glass coating the sweetly, dry alcohol.

“I see, (____), It’s one of the things I like most about you. You're cool-headed in any situation.” He grins, “You know, my offer still stands. I could get you a better position at my firm.”

“I know, but they need me. If I leave, I know they’ll go under.” You shrug with a soft chuckle.

The two of you, look at each other intently, from across the table. Eyes laced with an intense amount of zeal.

Your waiter for the night comes over asking if you're ready to order. It's their fourth time asking and the two of you finally order some food. You're always particular about what to get. You have gone to enough restaurants to make executive decisions on what to indulge upon. And aside from a delectable entree, you had other plans for your mouth.

The true goal of the night was to take Todoroki home and finish where you left off a month ago.

As you wait for the food to arrive, you build on your last conversation regarding bumping into Hagakure and Ojiro.

One of your Saturday dates, Shouto took you to a candy-infused cafe that had a variety of different sweets. You gawked hard at your favorites, mouthwatering damn near. You made a turn to the right and bumped into what you thought was the glass window. But the hypothetical window yelped and you recognized that voice instantly.

“I honestly thought it was the window or that I might have leaned too close to the candy cases.” You chuckle thinking back on your tunnel vision.

He returns the amusement, “She was highly happy to see you. And wanted to spend as much time as possible before we left. ”

“Good thing she saw us together, made her back off instantly.” You take another sip of wine, “What makes matters worse is, Ojiro lost her.”

“But as soon as he found her, coddle city.”

"Right, He just let her get whatever she wanted from the shop to make up for it." You laugh.

"How's that any different from me?" Shouto smirks his lips curves deviously.

You pause for a moment, analyzing his words. Since that day, he's made sure to be there for you whenever he could. The days never went without hearing his voice, or him just knowing you didn't eat your whole shift. He respected your workflow and just wanted to lighten your load.

"Mmmm touchè, good sir". You playfully cross your arms. “But you’ve never lost me.”

“That’s not true,” He said. “I lost you for five years.”

Since your impromptu-turned-heated hangout, he always sent you lunch to your office. Sometimes, just for you other times, your entire office. Showing his gratitude to the firm who saw your potential and hired you.

“And now we’re here.” You smiled curtly.

The restaurant was extravagantly laced with gold trimming on the walls, tables, and chairs. The silverware its self had to be of a high carat too along with the cleanest and most prim plates ever gawked at. The high ceilings gave off the effect of endless beauty and royalty. You’ve only heard of the accolades given to this establishment but didn’t expect yourself to be seated in it.

Your food finally made its way to your table, as soon as your plate was presented, you wasted no time. You took your three make-or-break bites submerged with flavor. Another mouthwatering selection causing you to beam. Locked in the warmth of your enjoyment, Shouto looked on at his sweetheart. Pleased to see your own satisfaction.

There was no discussion but the two of you were certain to feel each other's warmth again. With your schedules lining up to be free for the entire weekend, you planned to take advantage.

As the night progressed, you were already in his car heading back to your apartment. It took fifteen minutes to actually start driving. The satin dress carving your body had Shouto's hands all over you. Cupping your ass, rubbing his hands rough on your hips, his mind trailing into another atmosphere as your lips touch. Indulging in the warmth of each other without being nude… yet.

The time to get into your apartment was shorter than the attention span of a squirrel. You two emptied the possibilities of extra movements and conversation making it known how you want to end tonight.

In passing by your living room, Shouto presses tattoo kisses along your neck and shoulders. His big calloused hands are wrapped tight around your waist, his grip is demanding and needy, “(______), I want you.” His deep voice ringing in your ears as you moan slightly from the heat.

You unravel yourself out of your jacket letting it fall wherever allowing Shouto to guide you into your bedroom. The scent of his body brings you a familiar euphoria. The dampness of your heat forming more as you strip him out of his shirt.

With little instruction, Shouto watches you unbutton him straight down. He looks at your sensual form, packed of lust. His large hands resume roaming the lower part of your body stripping you of your dress, cupping your ass in the process. As he rolls it up, you arch against his touch pushing your breasts into his face.

He takes the opportunity to grab hold of them and place kisses in between where they meet. Your heart beats fast and the blood in your body rushes to your head causing you to become lightheaded. As you fall back, Todoroki lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He turns his body around to lay you down onto the bed. His movements are calculated and gentle.

As he lets you go, you shuffle slowly, needy for his touch. You look up at him, his chest heaves slow, you watch him unbuckle his belt then work on his pants.

"You look so fucking delicious." The color pink paints your face heavily as Shouto praises you.

Your sexy, disheveled body looks up to meet the man who had given you wet dreams since you let him into your apartment the last time. When he left in the morning, you relished in his scent, making your mind go within complete desire mode. You edged yourself for the moment that he would be in your bed again.

“Take off that dress, those panties and spread your legs for me, baby.” His order rung loud and clear into your head.

Automatically, you start to follow his directions moving incredibly slow. Making sure to expose your body beautifully. Securing his attention, your eyes strayed to his growing bulge, your little strip show turning him on further. Tonight you wore a lacy thong that hugged your curves, laying back onto your bed you slid them off. Not necessarily were you double-jointed but your body was in mint condition for abstract activities.

As you spread your legs wide, a deep sigh leaves Shouto’s mouth. He’s kneeling off your bed as you’re at the edge and rubs your calves all the way down to your inner thighs close to your pussy. So close that you feel the heat of his breath on you. The huffs cause shivers to travel down and through your body and cause you to squirm.

He chuckles, “Don’t move, Gorgeous. I’m enjoying the view.”

If you could melt into your bed.

The pleasure of him staring into your sex and the air flowing through it sending you over the edge. Before you can protest his tongue is spiraling quickly onto your clit. It’s so fast that it prompts your knees to buck in the air, Shouto is steps ahead of you pushing your legs back into formation. The grip is overwhelming as he goes to town on you.

Fortunately, you’re not shy to reveal your pleasure and moan under his tongue tricks. As he focuses further on your clit with kisses and nibbles, you wail loudly gripping his hair whilst in between you. Your pants and cries ammunition as he brings one of his hands close entering two fingers into your wet wonderland.

“Shouto!” Your cry echoes through your room, fulfilling your passion. Your body tingles under his grip, legs shaking, toes curling and eyes closed shut.

He revels in the way your body reacts to his mouth, making him even more tempted to take you down and make you feel his cock buried deep into your womb. Your waist rolls onto his face until the pressure on your clit is unbearable. His fingers roughly pressed into your g-spot sending you over the edge. You open your eyes to stare into Shouto’s with a pleading look.

With a broken whisper, you ask, “Can I cum?”

Shouto looks at your pleading body continuing the stimulation on your wet, deserving twat. You assume it’s on purpose as you ask a little louder, moreover that plea goes unanswered too. The sensation is closing in on you and you can’t restrain yourself any longer. “Shouto, please let me cum!”

Your begging comes in crystal clear now, the grip on your thighs tightened as Shouto hums into your clit with agreeance to your awaiting release. The vibration alone sends you over the edge as his thick fingers pump into your heat swiftly. Your leg muscles tense as you deliver the final shiver coming onto his fingers. Your moans are soft, your breathing’s delicate riding out the waves of your orgasm.

With a long exhale, you position yourself to pull Shouto onto the bed flipping your body on top of him. There’s no way you would let yourself be outdone by just by his delicious tongue. You craved more and would get more. Slowly you grind your heat onto his clothed, thick dick. The friction between your sex and his boxers stopping you from clenching around him.

“You think you’re so good, don’t you?” You straddle him.

“Well, I do believe you just came.” He smirks, “And very quickly, I might add.”

You return the look, giggling to yourself. Slowly, you slide down to rest in between his legs, sliding his boxers down in the process. Shouto’s dick bounced out of the elastic band, making an official debut. Your ogling didn’t go unnoticed either.

“Are you scared?” His face was overly smug.

Ignoring him, you lowered your mouth timidly, making him think he was right. Slowly leaving kisses, and tiny licks around his tip.

“It’s okay to say so-”

You were merciless in fitting his whole dick down your saturated throat. Gag reflexes working incredibly as Shouto sits up to jab more of himself in you. You moan from the force as he relaxes from the sudden motion. You pull yourself from him for a moment to spit on his thick cock. With a groan, your tongue spirals along his length moving faster than the two of you can process.

Your determination is smooth and precise as you grip him with both hands to clutch his manhood. His groan is louder with obscenities escaping his mouth. It only brings you further to stretch your jaw out and slurp him like you’re going to suck him dry.

“Fuck you’re so rough. I love it, keep going baby” Shouto ragingly, growls.

His dick twitches within your mouth and that’s the signal to keep going since he’s close, you’re back to deep throating him while spinning your tongue around his cock. More vulgarities leave Shouto’s mouth as his hands’ trail to your head, as he weakly caresses your hair.

You swat him away and push your head further down his length. Your heat drenched from all the friction in your esophagus. The speed you keep causes Shouto to cum in your mouth. Some shooting down your throat and the rest filling your mouth and spurting out down the side.

You grip him for last time pushing up more of his seed into your mouth. His groan was heaven to your ears as you took your mouth off him. Pushing your body up from between his legs, you look deeply into his stunned and dumbfounded face, returning his overly smug look wiping the side of your mouth.

“I know how to slay a dragon.”

Shouto’s eyes widen at your overly sexual frame, the need to ravage you even deeper. He motions for you to come closer to him. You slowly crawl your body over his, your drenched pussy lining up with his girthy cock. Gently, you glide your heat up and down his shaft until you angle your hips to slide him into you. You throw your head back feeling the ultimate wave of pleasure, letting out a harsh moan.

The man under you gripped your thighs tightly, twitching his dick within in you causing minimal jerks of your own body. "Fuck, you're so tight, (_____)".

You softly coo, looking at him. His messy hair and mouth gaped open sent chills down your spine. How could this man be so fine with his overly lewd words?

Resting your hands on his broad chest, you softly exhale as you slowly swivel your hips. The movement is excruciatingly slow, as your pussy gets well acquainted with Shouto's girth.

With more comfort, your swivels become rapid as you feel undeniable satisfaction riding him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your ass collides repeatedly against his defined thighs.

The smacks growing more powerful, amplified in your classy, apartment complex. Your moans intermingling within Shouto’s grunts and growls as he controls your hips to slam onto his dense length. Eager to keep his pace, you work your thighs out to bounce with everything you have.

The moves are no longer graceful as the intensity is matched, so focused that you don’t realize that you two are sliding off the bed. Shouto’s foot dangles off your bed as your bodies contort to keep form. You roll your nipples between your hands while arching your back. Your body overly excited pushing you to your limit.

Shouto feels your pussy clench and yanks your body close to him. His left arm wraps around your waist as he lifts you. Raising you off the bed, he stands up to dig his cock inside of you. Legs spread, he pumps into you while standing. You grasp onto his shoulders letting out crazed cries. You shriek consistently echoing his name over and over.

“That’s right baby, who’s about to make you come again?”

Your pussy clenches around him talking dirty to you, “YOU!” You moan feeling the heat of his breath tickle the back of your neck.

His cock thrusts, penetrating your g-spot causing you to wail. The pressure of his girth nearing your second orgasm. Thighs shaking, the smell of sweat in his hair and his tensed muscles close to your body gave off the most intoxicating feel that no bottle of wine could ever match.

The coil burning passionately within your heat prompts your nails to dig into Shouto’s shoulder blades, moans reverberating through the room.

“Do you need to cum, Gorgeous?”

Your head shakes rapidly in compliance against his body. 

“I want to hear you say it, baby.” Shouto turns his head to lick and bite at your neck, showing no mercy as his tongue revolves anywhere it can reach.

You choke on your gasp, “Yes Shouto, I want to cum!”

Next, your body flipped back onto the bed, face down, ass up. Shouto fills you up, digging deep into you. His body moves rashly and animalistic making you grip your satin sheets. The burning coil has finally snapped and you’ve released your orgasm onto your desired person’s cock.

Shouto chases after yours, ejecting his cum into your snug pussy. You shudder as your legs can no longer hold you up. You fall to your side, head hitting one of your pillows. Your legs visibly tremble, bringing Shouto to a low chuckle as he climbs behind you to nestle yourself into him.

“You want more, (_____)?” He teases you.

Your face is flustered, “Shut up, big spoon.”

Shouto smiles against you, trailing kisses from behind your shoulder.

Slowly, you fell into a safe slumber wrapped his arms.

Leaving the cleanup, for the morning.

How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams. 

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

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He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense. 

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn​ , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name. 

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So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

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THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

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He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

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He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020

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ABSOLUTELY, WE’RE FRIENDS ALREADY💘💝