Baseball

baseball

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader

the crack of impact rings in your ears as you watch him drop the bat and swiftly make it on base. you weren’t sure how to feel about the results of the goodwill event being settled with a baseball game, but seeing the way everyone is letting loose and enjoying themselves instantly changes your mind. not to mention, getting to see your boyfriend in action is a real treat.

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multi-character drabble.

includes breeding indication, apathetic! character, and adult themes so, mdni.

he's so apathetic, one would think he's not interested in you at all. but you know better.

you see him adjusting his pants and looking away whenever you enter the room. you feel him sniff your perfume when you lean too close, his deep breath tickling your skin. you hear him gulp when you whisper a suggestive comment in his ear.

and tonight you finally break that indifferent shield of his. when his eyebrows furrow, he inhales sharply and he's whimpering against your ear, begging for more of you. when his cock throbs around your tight walls, telling you he's so close.

nagi seishiro, suna rintarou, todoroki shoto

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎

[Todoroki Shoto]

[NSFW]

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Warning! Oral Sex. First time sex. Arranged Marriage Sex. Oral Sex (cause there's a lot). Sex.

You'd known him since high school. You'd fallen in love with him, since high school. He barely even knew your name since high school. Now, by some miraculous joke, you're married to him. Wonderful, isn't it? Not if he was forced into the contract, no.

"You want something to drink?" You smiled softly and shook your head at his monochromatic words. He nodded his head slowly before walking to the side of the bed, close to where you were sitting on the edge. He sat down and started undressing, which obviously had you flustered. It triggered the realization of what was about to go down.

"Actually!" You blurted out, the two-toned-haired boy turning his head to look at you. "A drink would be nice. Something strong. Very strong."

He wasn't an idiot and got what you were trying to imply. He didn't blame you. Mere hours before you were wed to one another. Mere days before you were notified of this arrangement.

You blinked your haze away and looked at his approaching form. His god-like approaching form, might I add. You could gawk forever should you be given the chance. His dress-shirt was already buttoned down, exposing teasing amounts of his fucking ripped body. His hair was messy. His pants were wrinkled. He looked at you through hooded eyes. Oh, those eyes.

What you'd give to know what they were seeing. How he saw you and what he thought of the image.

Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. If he had five words or less to describe the image he was seeing, that would be the perfect summary.

He gave you the drink and after clinging the glasses together, both chugged the strong alcohol. You knew alcohol usually took a while to kick in, but your mindset soon changed after those few swallows. So did his. He looked at you with much more honest stares, consuming every inch of your body as if it were the last meal on earth sitting before him. Fuck.

A certain area in his pants tightened, cruelly obvious to your angle. Your eyes had no filter, and you blatantly eyed the stiffening boner the poor lad had to deal with. The more you allowed your ideals to roam, the more alluring your gaze became. He watched you, not minding your stare. In fact, the lustful look in your eyes had him leaking in his pants.

You swore that if he'd looked closer into your eyes, he would've seen your fantasies play out like a hentai.

He wasn't standing that far away from you; arm's length to be precise. You both signed the contract, sure, but for the sake of decency you looked up. Like a baby doe begging at its mother. You looked at him, the boy you'd loved since the early stages of teenage years. He swallowed hard.

While still looking up your hand reached out, hooking a finger over his belt and edging him forward. One tiny step later and you nearly broke your neck looking up at him.

His breaths grew thicker, as if the tension had an effect on the atmosphere and evening air. You two were alone, after all, supposedly enjoying an excessively expensive honeymoon. You'd laugh. The wedding by itself was more than needed. You were still sitting in your wedding dress, might I add.

Slowly, but very surely, your fingers worked their way around his belt's buckle. A large and icy hand instantly gripped yours, stopping you from going any further.

"You should stop if you don't want to do this," he spoke with rigid breaths. So sweet, you thought and lifted your brows slightly. Your other hand gently removed his and you let his pants drop to the floor.

"Trust me. I want this," you fiddled with the hem of this boxers. "I've wanted this for a very long time... Shoto."

How could he decline such an offer? How could he ignore such a turn-on? His hands fell to his side, and he watched you dominate him. Your eyes left his and observed the bulge that created nothing more than curiosity as to the true size. The waistband stretched and his boxers joined his pants on the floor.

Should your reflexes have been any slower, and a massive fucking cock would've slapped you through the face. A finger tapped its tip, the noticeable twitch amazing you about as much as his length did. How the flying fuck was that going to fit inside of you?!

First, you rubbed it. You gently took long strokes up his shaft and cupped your palm in a circling motion around his swollen tip. He felt himself go mad. Still watching your every movement, his vision started to blur. He thought he was in the seventh heaven but was proven wrong.

You slammed his ass right back to earth and straight to the steam of hell, because what you did next felt unholy. He'd had sex before but nothing like this. Something about your soft lips and rough tongue had him cussing a string of curses. His tip was barely in your mouth and his knees were already on the brink of giving in. His mind was starting to succumb to his desire.

You took him in, tasting the oddness of his precum. Never in your life would you've imagined it to taste like that. Twisting and turning your head around his, you promised him pleasure. Again and again, until the softest little whimper motivated you to take all of him. You gagged. You brought your mouth back up and resumed your focus on his tip, nearing his first orgasm.

This is where the tables turn. Todoroki, though all the brain fog and intoxicating dugs (that is you) he came to realize how submissive he was under your touch. Not a fuck was that going to fly.

The next thing you knew, your hair was gripped tightly within his icy hand and your throat stretched at the welcoming of his cock. Again, and again your head bobbed onto him, urging his seed into your mouth. You gagged but encouraged him to use you for pleasure. A shaky motion indicated his proximity to euphoria.

Faster. Faster. His hips buckled into your mouth, a few tears damming up instinctively. Faster. Faster. His whimpers morphed into grunts and soon you were joining his reactions with soft moans. Your tongue added pressure and moment later warm, sticky cum was dripping down your mouth.

"F-Fuck," he stuttered, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. You had to adjust to the texture of his seed, but it alone had you dripping yourself. He knew this. He knew this very well. Barely given any chance to swallow, you were pulled to your feet. A hand pressed against your back, forcing you closer towards him, and another heated up beside you.

He threw you onto the bed, simultaneously sending flames to your dress. The act was so bold and unrealistic that you only came to reality when you were ass-naked, surrounded by the ashes of your wedding dress. You felt shy. You tried to cover-

"Fuck!" No time for feeling shy, you concluded. Next thing you knew your hands were gripping at the sheets beside you, body squirming at the unforgettable sensation.

A side glance to where he was stuffing his nose up your cunt, and you could see his sinister glare. This man knew what he was doing. He was driving you towards insanity.

First, he looked at you as if you were the last meal on earth, now he was eating you out as if you were the last meal on earth. Each flick of his tongue. Each such of your clit. Fuck! It felt so good you didn't even know how to fucking describe it!

"Shoto-" you tried calling for his name, but again your attempts at communication were cut hort. Instinctive reaction had you jerking upright, hand clutching at his hair. Even when sitting, he was digging himself deeper and deeper into you, easing his hunger. "Fuck- Shoto-"

He looked up at you. The fucking bastard looked up at you and seemed displeased. Your grip loosened and body fell back. No longer were you blessed with his mouth of your cunt, but rather his mouth on yours. Sloppy. Messy. Wet. Passionate. He kissed you like you meant the world to him.

To him there was you and only you. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. He had you tasting yourself, in attempts to share the sensation of how good you tasted. His kisses traveled along your lips to your jaw to your neck and there they fucking ruined you.

Hickeys of every size, shape, and color were spread out like a Picasso art piece on your body. You were the one at his mercy. The room echoed with your whimpers and soon filled with your cried of pleasure... and all he had to do was fuck you with his fingers.

For a moment he pulled away from your neck, looking at your side profile. "You're so tight," he remarked. But it was as if he was questioning it. You didn't respond with words; you didn't have the mental capacity for it. He answered himself, "It's your first time."

You nodded your head once, Todoroki still having his fingers pump into you mercilessly. Then he suddenly pulled out, forcing disappointment onto you for the second time. You opened your eyes and watched him support his own weight above you, hovering and towering alike. His eyes darted between yours, seeking out who-knows-what.

"You're a virgin."

"What of it?" You sounded offended that he was making such a big deal out of this.

"You've never done this before."

"Isn't that what 'virgin' means?" Your distaste in the conversation melted into his touch. His warm side caressed your cheek, his eyes a bit wide and his mouth slightly parted. If you allowed yourself to be influenced by wishful thinking, you'd say he was busy admiring you.

"I'll be your first." He kept on stating questions.

A few moments of no response passed. Then, you gently took hold of his left hand. All you did was touch his wedding band. Flutters of butterflies attacked your stomach. His heartbeat doubled and his throat dried out. You look at him sincerely.

"You'll be my only."

He was careful. He was considerately slow. He was influenced by your reactions to his every action. After hearing exactly what you had to say, and knowing what you meant to him, he felt his heart race with some uncanny emotion. But it wasn't unpleasant. He wanted more of it. He wanted to do everything the two of you did that evening again and again and again. And so much more.

Take you places. Share your stories.

Early the next morning when the sun was still ages from shining its face, he sat upright beside your exhausted figure. He'd already cleaned you up, patting down affectionately at your tender areas. Some blood had him experience guilt, but he knew you were okay.

Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. Fuck, the things you do to him. Arranged marriage, sure. Only goal to birth an heir for his family, if they really have to (sarcasm). He just knew that when he looked down at her resting self, he knew life would be good.

Fucking her and loving her. And it only took him one evening to conclude. First time's a charm, hey.

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Todoroki Shoto

𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺 기이 𝗇𝗈. 𝟣𝟢𝟢.

𝐢.ㅤㅤ ♥︎ㅤㅤ 𔗌ㅤㅤ 사랑하는 큰 열정, que a estrofe um seja apenas o começo de uma jornada poética sem fim.

𝐢𝐯. fazendo filmes em digicam de todos os sorrisos radiantes que você me dá ( 아, 마음아 ) lhe dou flores e cartas escritas à mão.

𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒆́𝒖 ( n. ) é uma maneira poética de descrever alguém que encontra conforto e fascínio nas maravilhas celestiais.

일몰, 구름과 별 (   ☁️   ) e quando você notar que é inteiramente poeséu, seu mundo se iluminará.

☁️ ♡.ㅤㅤpoeㅤ⎯ㅤ séu.ㅤos suspiros dela eram como estrofes, e seus passos, uma dança com os elementos celestiais.

warnings: nsfwish, aged up characters, implied fem-bodied reader

"I know what you're doing."

Across the room, Shouto throws you his most innocent look.

"I am reading," he says evenly, giving the book in his hands a little tilt as if to emphasize its presence.

You don't buy it, and you open your mouth to say so. As if on queue, you can feel the temperature of the room raise another couple of degrees—and the heat is coming from Shouto's direction.

You hadn't noticed at first. Earlier this afternoon, you'd been wrapped in a knit cardigan, but you'd noted eventually that it was too warm for you, and discarded it over the arm of the couch.

After another half hour, you thought perhaps your fuzzy socks, too, were overkill, as the house was pretty temperate today. Another thirty minutes later you'd exchanged your sweatpants for shorts—and it was only then, as you passed the thermostat on the way back into the living room, that that you realized.

The temperature was set to low. But the room itself was registering very hot. The temperature was being fucked with.

And only one of you was a pro hero with a temperature-based quirk.

You'd sat back down in the arm chair, slinging your legs over the side and pretending to get back to reading. Shouto waited a long while, twenty entire minutes, but then your shirt started to feel too warm against your skin, the air of the room slightly thicker in your lungs.

And you knew it was Shouto's doing.

"You are not just reading and you know it," you say. "Turn it back down, Sho."

Shouto's features betray nothing, his damnably perfect poker face sliding into place. "Turn what down?"

"Your quirk," you tell him. "I don't know what you're up to but you've been caught, and this scheme ends here."

The temperature ticks up a couple degrees—you can tell by the tiny bits of moisture gathering at your hairline. It's suddenly almost like a sauna in the room.

"Todoroki Shouto," you start, pointing your finger at him. But his eyes don't follow it—they're locked somewhere below your waist, staring fixedly at the length of bare thigh you're now showing, thanks to your wardrobe change.

There's a click in your thoughts as the puzzle pieces slide together. You suddenly understand.

"Are you...? Are you trying to get me to strip?" you ask incredulously.

Absolutely nothing in your boyfriend's face changes, and his tone is purposefully bland. But there's an incredibly long pause before he says, "Your shirt appears warm."

As if it's just a fact he's observed. As if he's not the root cause.

"You are such a sneak," you tell him.

Two mismatched eyes slide to yours, but Shouto looks unfussed. If anything, the room gets warmer. A drop of sweat slides down your spine, incredibly uncomfortable.

Curious about his objectives, you finger the hem of your shirt. Shouto's eyes snap to your hands, and you can feel gaze practically burning through your shirt as you pull it over your head, leaving you clad only in your bra.

Finally, you spot little hints of weakness in your boyfriend as his jaw clenches the tiniest bit, his fingers curling restlessly over the sides of his book as though he's imagining taking handfuls of you. You fight down a helpless smile.

"Is it warm, love?" Shouto asks, as though it's only just occurred to him. "Would you like me to cool you down?"

He sets down his book, blinking two very innocent mismatched eyes at you. He opens his arms as if to take you into them.

You can't help but laugh at the transparency, the absolute stupidity of his ploy that he's apparently been working at nearly all afternoon. He is such a boy.

You linger a moment, like you're deciding. But of course you throw yourself into his grasp in the end, laying yourself out over him on the couch.

Though you doubt things will really cool down from there.

Not for a very long while, at least.