Shigaraki X Barista Reader

Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

Husband/ Shouta Aizawa x reader

⚡️edge

you slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door. Wondering where your husband could be, Pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband sat up working.

Shouta noticed the sudden opening of his door, and he snapped his head up to look at you. "You should be asleep..." He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.

"You should be asleep with me " you smile at your husband. Shouta couldn't help the small smirk that crept across his face as you spoke.

He leaned back in his chair and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure for a minute. He chuckled lightly.

“You're distracting me, you know?"

You walk over to his desk with a hum

" I can always leave you alone then”. A shiver ran down his spine as you leant down and whispered in his ear. He looked at you with that all too familiar smirk before gently grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

"No, no..." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. "Stay."

You giggle at his actions and began stroking his hair softly "you're so cute..." you tell him

Your touch was a welcome distraction, and his smirk widened as you called him cute. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

"And you're a pain in my ass..." He mumbled, leaning into your touch even more as he spoke.

"Oh? I am" you giggle at his words and snuggle at his chest, Shouta chuckled softly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His hands rested on your waist and he began rubbing circles with his thumbs into your skin.

"You are. You can't even let me work in peace..." He sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in his tired voice. "Mhhh" " im not your peace yk" you chuckle as you began to kiss his neck softly. A low hum rumbled in Shouta's throat as you started kissing his neck. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you in place on his lap. He titled his head, giving you better access to his neck as he closed his eyes again. You start to kiss and suck of his neck leaving purple love marks on your loving husband teasing his member

Shouta let out a shaky breath as you marked his neck, slowly becoming covered in hickeys. He groaned as you began to tease him, he moved one of his large hands up to grip your hair.

"Ah... you're such a tease..." He mumbled as you continued leaving love bites across his neck.

"Mh I know~ it's just so fun looking at your reaction my love" you say as you continue teasing him. He chuckles softly, his breath hitching every now and then with a small gasp or a soft moan as you continued marking him. Opening one eye to look at you, his pupils dilated and his expression was one of pure need.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." He huffed.

You laugh at his words once again and pull on his scarf pulling him closer to you, you kiss his soft lips, As he leaned returning your kiss with just as much passion his tongue traced at your lip, silently begging for access to your mouth.

One of his hands tangled in your hair, pinning you in place to keep you from pulling away and teasing him further.

"When your done we can do more things” you tell him, Shouta froze at your words, heat rising in his cheeks once again. he broke the kiss, and stared at you for a few seconds without speaking. He smirked, his gaze dark and almost predatory as he stared up at you.

He slowly moved a hand up to your thigh and started rubbing up and down. "Oh, really? What did you have in mind?"

"you'll find out later baby~" you reply as a soft groan escaped from Shouta's throat as you continued to tease him through his pants. "You're driving me insane..." He mumbled, his grip on your thigh getting even tighter.

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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt4 (Final Pt)

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌟smut

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

"W-what?!" You ask " you can't do that s-shigaraki..." you exclaim

Tomura's irritation flared at your protests. He wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone like you.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" he snapped, his voice raised. "And I don't want you leaving this group! I won't allow it!".

Tomura gritted his teeth in frustration, your reminder about AFO adding to his growing anger. He knew All For One's involvement complicated things even further.

"Damn it!" he cursed, his voice strained.

"Why did you go to him first, huh? You didn't think it was important to talk to me about this first?"

You looked at him in frustration reminding him that you did, Tomura paused for a split second, caught in the truth of your words. You had tried to talk to him, but he hadn't listened. He had been too focused on his own anger and bitterness to truly consider your feelings.

"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice quieter now. "You're right. You did try to talk to me, and I didn't listen."

Tomura noticed the slight smile on your face, and it caught him off guard. It was the first hint of positivity you had shown since you entered his room. He stared at you for a moment, his anger slowly subsiding.

"You... you smiled," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "Why?"

You shake your head telling him it was nothing

Tomura's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze studying your expression. He could tell that there was more to your smile than you were letting on.

"It wasn't nothing," he replied, his voice slightly softer. "Tell me why you smiled."

"Because you realized." You said in a serious but caring tone.

Tomura's expression softened a bit as he picked up on the seriousness in your tone. He knew you weren't messing around, and he was beginning to understand the weight of the situation.

"Yeah, I realized..." he said, his voice slightly resigned. "I... I messed up. I ignored your feelings, and I didn't give you a reason to stay."

The silence that settled between you was heavy. Tomura's eyes darted around the room as he searched for something to say, a way to express his growing regret.

"I... I know l've been a jerk," he finally said, his voice slightly trembling. "But I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because of me..."

Your heart ached, he didn't want you to leave and he let you know that. As Tomura's words hung in the air, a raw and honest admission of his own feelings. The thought of you leaving because of his actions weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't deny the truth in his own words.

"I care... about you," he continued, his voice got quieter.

"And I hate that I let it get to this point. I don't want you leaving because of me."

Shigaraki mumbled as you held onto your hand with a pinky trying not to hurt you.

Tomura felt a surge of mixed emotions as you held onto his hand, your pinky looped around one of his, being careful not to touch with all five fingers. He looked down at your hand holding his, and his heart filled with an unexpected mix of tenderness and remorse.

Tomura's eyes locked onto your face, his gaze filled with desperation. He was willing to do anything to make you stay, even if it meant stripping away his own pride and ego.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

"Just tell me what I have to do to make you stay..."

You look away as you felt yourself get red seeing him like this made you weak you couldn't bare look at him.

Tomura noticed your flustered reaction, the way you averted your gaze, and it made his heart flutter. Seeing you get red, the effect he was having on you, it made him feel a mix of surprise and a hint of satisfaction.

He stepped closer, trying to get your attention, his voice slightly quieter.

"Look at me..." he said, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of pleading.

You looked at him with tired eyes as they fell from his eyes to his lips, His eyes gaze on your tired eyes, your weary expression weighing heavily on his heart. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the toll the past few days and his actions had taken on you. And then, your eyes drifted downward, fixating on his lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't help but notice the direction of your gaze, and a flicker of realization passed through him. Was there more to your look than just exhaustion...?

Shigaraki stepped closer to you as he did something he wouldn't have thought to do grabbed your hands and kisses them with his chap lips,the impulsive and tender gesture surprising even himself. He had never imagined himself being so bold, so affectionate, but here he was, grabbing your hands and pressing his chapped lips to them.

The kiss was brief but gentle, a simple yet intimate act that spoke volumes of his vulnerability and desire to make things right. He looked at you, his heart beating fast, waiting for your reaction.He led you to the bed, gently guiding you to sit down. As you settled, he stepped back, creating a small distance between you two. He looked at you with an expression that mirrored his own inner conflict.

"Just... think about it, okay?" he said, his voice softer than usual. "Rest, gather your thoughts. I won't nag you anymore. I promise."

Tomura waited anxiously for your response, the silence between you both feeling agonizingly long. He fought the urge to rush you, to push for an answer right away, but he knew he had to give you space to make a decision.

He fidgeted slightly, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat as he waited for your words, hoping, almost praying, that you would choose to stay with him.

You looked away flustered you didn't know this side of shigaraki and you were enjoying every single bit of it.

He took a noticed on the look on your face, the shyness and hint of enjoyment in your expression. Seeing you react in this way, flustered by his unexpected tenderness, only added fuel to the fire within him. He wanted more, for you to feel this way because of him.

He took a step closer, closing the small gap between you both. His voice was a soft whisper.

"Don't look away from me... please..."

As he made you lay down on his bed beside him her kissed your neck softly and gently hopping l'd change your mind.

As you laid down on the bed, Tomura followed suit, lying beside you. He leaned closer, his lips finding the soft skin of your neck. The gentle kisses he placed on your neck were tender, his touch light and warm. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying that his actions would be enough to make you stay.

His voice was a soft whisper as he continued planting kisses along your neck.

"Please... don't leave me..."

Tomura heard your whimper, felt the tension in your body as you struggled against his touch, and internally cursed himself. He didn't want to manipulate you, he just wanted you to stay, to give him another chance.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, I just... I just don't want you to go. I want you here, with me..."

"I-I'll... I'll think about it" you let out,

Tomura's heart filled with hope as you uttered the words, "I'll think about it." It wasn't a firm answer, but it was something, a glimmer of possibility that you might stay.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed intently on your face, searching for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty. His voice was a low, husky whisper.

"Thank you..." he said, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... don't take too long, please... ".

Fuck you enjoyed this feeling his bed was so soft and comfortable and his warmth didn't help

Tomura couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of your comfort and contentment as you lay in his bed. The soft bed and his warmth were causing you to relax, and he saw the hints of enjoyment on vour face.

He chuckled softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest as he spoke.

"Looks like you're enjoying this... maybe it's persuasive enough to make you stay, huh?"

You laughed at his point maybe it was looking up at him as his blueish fluffy hair covering his red crimson eyes fuck he was cute and it really convince you, your mouth and has were inches away from exploring each other. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and the heat of the moment was almost palpable.

He instinctively leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, his lips mere inches away from exploring yours. The desire to close the gap and taste your lips consumed him, but he held back, waiting, gauging your reaction.

You couldn't handle it anymore you grabbed his hands and you got yourself on top of him kissing his neck hearing grunts from him causing him to curse leaving his hockey's all around his neck as you made your way up to his lips they were one inch apart from eachother

Tomura's mind went blank as you suddenly took charge, straddling him, and began to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. He couldn't help but let out a few grunts and curses in response to your actions, the unexpected and pleasurable sensation sending shivers down his spine.

As your lips moved closer to his, just an inch away, his pulse quickened, his heart slamming against his ribs. He was torn between wanting to capture your lips immediately and wanting to savor the anticipation.

You licked your lips in response waiting do devour his. He wanted to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to lose himself in the moment.

He couldn't wait any longer, and with a low growl, he reached up, his hand firmly grasping your nape, and pulled you down, closing the gap between your lips.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, filled with pent-up need and longing.

You both had a intimate kiss leaveing eachother to moan and whine. The kiss deepened, growing more intimate and passionate with each passing moment. Tomura's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer against him, craving the feel of your skin against his. Soft moans and needy whines escaped his lips, betraying the depth of his desire.

He held you against his chest, his fingers gripping your waist, as the kiss continued, fueled by a mixture of passion, desperation, and a hint of possessiveness.

"S-shigaraki..." you moaned out "y-you might-… make me stay like this..." you pant

Tomura's heart nearly stopped as he heard you moan his name, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and reluctant realization. Your words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a low hiss in response.

"That's the plan..." he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you stay, including this..."

His hands roamed around your chest as he messaged them causing you to feel his let up cock around your core. Tomura's hands continued their exploration, now making their way to your chest, his fingers gently massaging and caressing your sensitive skin. As he did, you couldn't help but feel the firmness of his leg against your core, the sensation adding another layer of intensity to the intimate moment.

He let out a soft moan, his voice a mix of pleasure and longing as his hands worked their magic. He needed you, ached for you, wanted you to stay with him, in this moment and beyond.

The sound of your whimper sent a shiver down Tomura's spine, fueling his desire even more. The way you were responding, the sounds you were making, it was driving him crazy.

He pulled you closer, his hands still roaming your body, his lips finding their way to your ear.

"I want you..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I need you... please..."

——

Your body shivered the way he teased your buds and begged for you brought you butterflies in your stomach. Shigaraki sat up to take off his shirt helping you do the same, shifting to take off your pants along with his, leaving him in his underwear and you with your panties and bra you sat on top of him as you looked deep into his eyes waiting for a signal.

He laid his head back covering his eyes with one of his hands shivering as you grind on him through his underwear causing friction and bleasure for both of you, you felt his cock harden beneath you. If this was his way of convincing you to stay then you’d do this everyday..

“Y/n…” he choked out in grunt it was to much for him being a virgin meant deep pressure he didn’t know of, he didn’t have any experience. this wasn’t like those porn videos he use to watch before you came along, this was real. And holy fuck did it please him. You slightly smile at his vulnerability you might be a virgin too but that didn’t mean your friends hadn’t shown you some tips and tricks for “the one”.

“S-shigaraki..” you let out in moans

“Tomura fuckkkk please call me tomura…” he let out in pleasure as you repeated your movements.

You looked down as you saw pre cum stains on his underwear and dripping stains under yours,

“Fuck p-please give it to me. H-ha…. stuff your pussy on my dick..” he whined, you couldn’t handle it either.

You pulled down his underwear fully doing the same to yours by pulling it to the side rubbing on him bare naked feeling the real touch between you, as you lifted yourself up you saw how his hard dick stood loud and proud waiting for you. You positioned yourself on top of his twitching cock slowly inserting yourself .

“fuckkk… fuckfuckfuck!” He hissed as you slowly inserted yourself up and down riding him aggressively by the pace he’s never felt this type of pleasure he didn’t know where to put his hands your Breast?, your hips?, your neck? Fuck their was so much he wish he could do,he placed a finger by your clit rubbing it in circles causing more pleasure toward you as you went in and out of him

“T-tomura!” You squealed feeling yourself get weak it was too much the way his cock hit the right spot without trying, your gummy walls clenching on him.

“Your so warm and wet d-danm it” he looked at your figure as your eyes rolled back seing your hips jump up and down only made him harder smirking at your state.

“You love this cock h-huh?..” he asks trying not to moan.

“U-uhuh-!!!!” You whine as you ride him faster, you feel yourself about to give out

He takes notice of your slow actions deciding to help you by placing his hands on your hips helping you as you entered him rapidly.

“A-shit!.” feeling himself about to come undone moans filled the room louder and harsher.

“c-cum-ming..!” He lets out as his eyes rolled back on his head giving you a final thrust upwards hitting your cervix

“Nyhh!” You felt yourself give out

“Fuc-kk Cum on my c-cock!!” He shouts, feeling you squirt all over him as you tremble rapidly …

“T-tomura!!- !” You moan out as you fell onto his bare chest feeling his sleeper like build.

He brings you close to him throwing a blanket around both of you whispering beside your ear in a low raspy voice,

“Hopefully this convinces you to stay… I want you all to my fucking self..” he grins as he leaves a hickey by your collarbone with his chapped lips smothering yours right after.

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Dabi x reader

“Liar.”

🌟smut

you were dating the famous villian Dabi, no one knew about the relationship and things the two of you did together. He would always be gentle and loving to you, you loved.

That is until one day you overheard him in the phone discussing plans when he had outed himself unexpectedly telling the other person on the line how he’d leave you soon.

Today he seemed to be in a bad mood,you tried to comfort him you believe their was still something he’d love or atleast cared about you.

“Just leave me alone for fucks sake!” he yelled at you...

"W-what's wrong?!?" You eyes widen at his sudden outburst as you fell back from his push

“Im not in a good mood right now.” he said coldly, looking away from you. He was clearly upset about something.

"O-oh okay..." you mumbled as you got up you noticed blood trickling in your leg you had accidentally scratched yourself with something after he'd pushed you.

"I'll give you some space" you let out as you went into your room limping

he noticed how you limped, noticing the blood from your leg. He was about to say something, but you limped away before he could even say anything.

he was trying to act like he didnt care, but on the inside he was worried about you.

Even though he was trying to brush you off like you were nothing, deep down he actually kind of cared for you. But he would never admit that, not right now at least.

he started to feel a bit guilty for yelling at you. Seeing you limp to your room with blood on your leg made him feel bad. He didn't want to admit it, but he did care about you.

he walked up to your closed door and knocked on it softly.

"I'm busy not right now dabi..." you let out softly you didn't want to see him not after he'd just pushed you

he placed his hand on the door, leaning his forhead against it. He felt bad for yelling at you, but tried to hide it.

“C'mon doll... open the door.”

"I said I'm busy okay." "I'm not in the mood for your screams just go out and drink something I don't know do whatever but right now I don't want to see you" you snapped back at him harshly

he let out a frustrated sigh, he couldnt believe he actually felt guilty for you. He gripped the handle of the door and barged into your room, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Don't you dare use that tone with me.”

"W-what the hell dabi!!" Your eyes widen to the fact he'd just barged in he couldn't even give you space

he was angry, but there was also guilt in his eyes. Seeing how startled you were by him barging in caused him to feel even more guilty.

“You're my girlfriend, you can't just ignore me.”he grunted as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh but you can push me?!" You shout as your lips quivered trying to bandage your leg but struggled. Acting like it's MY fault you're in a bad mood." You mumbled angrily

he let out an frustrated sigh, he was feeling more guilty as you struggled to tend to yourself. He walked closer to you, stopping in front of you.

“Just let me help, dammit.”

"I'm good." You snapped at him

he rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“Stop acting stubborn and just let me help you.”

You eyes filled with tears as he grabbed your chin

"-leave me alone danm it!" You slapped his hand away. he was getting more annoyed by how stubborn you were at the moment. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the bed, standing over you.

“Stop acting like a damn brat and just let me help you!” Seeing your scared expression on your face made him feel more guilty. He looked down at you as he still had your wrists pinned down on the bed. He was trying to act tough and show that he didnt care, but inside he just wanted to make sure you were okay. He let out a sigh, loosening his gripped on your wrists a bit.

“Please, just let me help you dammit...”

You simply nodded knowing if you denied him more he'd be madder.

“Move your leg, let me have a look.”

he moved closer to sit down next to your leg, picking it up softly to look at the wound. He grabbed the cloth and carefully pulled it away from the wound, noticing how deep and wide the wound was.

“...you did a terrible job at bandaging yourself.”

You tired away letting out a simple

"Mh..."

he saw the wound on your leg, it was bleeding a lot. He pulled away a little, his eyes scanning your body.

“Did I seriously push you that hard that you cut yourself this badly?”

"Just shut up." You snapped at him he really asked you that type of question seriously.

he flinched a bit when you snapped at him.

He put his hand gently on your leg, trying to be soft and gentle, despite his usual cold demeanor.

“...I'm sorry, doll... I didn't mean to push you that hard. I was just... frustrated and took it out on you...” hearing his word the nicknames he’d given you hurt.. with his words you bluntly responded.

"You know I know you don't love me right?" You finally let out as your lips quivered into a slight smile.

he was surprised when you suddenly said that. He fell silent for a moment, his hand still on your leg. His eyes widened as he looked away from you.

“W-what.??”

"Y-yeah... I overheard you on a call... b-but um if you needed help you could've just told me instead of leading me on ya know?" Tears feel down from your batting eyes as you looked away as-well he froze up as you said that. His heart started racing as realization hit him. He never thought you'd be able to overhear him during that one call. All his plans of using you and his true thoughts about you were ruined and he couldn't do anything to convince you that it wasn't true.

“...you heard that??”

You softly nodded "c-could you hurry up with the bandage..."

he stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He wanted to deny it all, to act like you hallucinated the whole thing. But the look on your face as you tried to hold back your tears told him everything he needed to know. He knew you heard everything, everything he said on that call.

“...yeah... yeah I can.”

he said as he broke out of his thoughts, grabbed the bandages, and started to tend the wound on your leg

"Thanks.." you let out softly being the only word you could tell him before stuttering

he stayed silent for most of the time while he bandaged up your leg, focusing on the wound rather than the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. He could clearly sense that you were upset, as he had every right to expect it. He felt guilty for using you, but at the same time knew he needed to continue and that he couldnt stop himself.

“...you're welcome.”

he said as he finished the bandaging, putting the cloth away on the bedside table.

"C-could you leave me alone for a moment?" You questioned while you hurriedly wiped your face.

he hesitated for a moment as you questioned him. He was about to say something, but seeing you hurriedly wiping the tears from your face made him realize that you needed space. He exhaled, standing up from the bed.

“...yeah. Sorry.”

he said as he slowly walked out of your room, closing the door behind him.

And with that you bursted out crying everything you've been holding in you unleashed, your heart ached for him for love, for desire but everything your heart wanted wouldn't happen anymore.

he stood outside your door, hearing your sobs coming from the other side of the door. He leaned against the doorframe, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. He knew he had hurt you by using you and faking feelings for you all this time, but now hearing your sobs made him realize how much he had messed up. He felt bad for treating you like just a toy, and for letting it go this far.

"S-stupid!" You yelled at yourself as you grabbed your phone to search and call people for a place to stay, he could hear your muttering and the sound of you scrolling through your phone.

He couldn't help but listen through the door, listening as you called around to look for a place to stay. He clenched his fists as he listened, trying to fight back the feeling of guilt that was eating him up from the inside.

"I-I can?!?, thank you so much hawks!!"

You hadn't stopped crying but felt relieved someone was willing to help you out, your friend hawks was nice enough to open his doors to you. You got up a bit in pain but enough to grab a bag and pack.

he could hear you talking to someone on the phone, assuming it was Hawks based on what you said. He still stayed by the door, listening as he leaned closer against it. He could hear you packing a bag and the sound of you getting up which he assumed was what was making you wince in pain again.

he was conflicted, his feelings all over the place. He knew he should let you go since that would be the best for you, but his twisted mind, that had grown to like having you around, wanted to keep you with him.

He stayed by the door, listening intently as you got ready to leave his place and go live with the bird he despised. As you were done packing you put your hair in a bun and opened the door when you noticed dabi there...

he had been leaning against the door frame, listening to you pack. His eyes widened as you opened the door, seeing your now puffy and red eyes from the crying before. He stood up straight, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty.

“...you going somewhere?”

"I um yes a friends house..." you mumbled as you tried to get past dabi

he stayed silent for a moment before he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“...you're going to Hawks' place aren't you?”

"Hey!..-i am..." you mumbled looking away "could you move?.."

he looked at you for a moment, his heart aching as he saw the sadness and hurt in your eyes. He knew he shouldn't try to stop you, but his possessive side was stronger than his guilty side at the moment.

“...Why? You're just going to live with him now?”

"I'm just gonna stay at his place untill I find my own.." you turned to look at him

he could sense the hint of uncertainty in your voice as you spoke. He had the strange urge to keep you with him, to tell you to not leave, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so.

“...Why don't you find an apartment yourself? Why live with that stupid bird?”

"I can't live with you anymore dabi." You told him harshly why would you after how much he'd hurt you. his eyes widened as you spoke harshly, a pang of hurt hit his chest unexpectedly when you said that you couldn't live with him anymore. He took a step back, his back hitting the wall behind him.

“...w-what do you mean you cant live with me anymore?”

"Y-you just admitted you were using me do you expect me to live with you?!? Not only that you pushed the shit out of me!" Tears from your eyes as your leg winced.

he froze in place as you yelled at him, the truth of his actions coming back to hit him.

His heart ached as you mentioned that he pushed you, and seeing the tears welling back up in your eyes. He couldn't come up with a response, his mind spinning as he tried to process the situation.

he looked at you, conflict and guilt etched across his face. The thought of you leaving and living with someone else, especially Hawks, was something he didn't want to think about. He wanted to keep you with him, to continue using you as a cover up for his villainous identity, but at the same time he felt guilty for doing so. He looked at your tears, his heart aching from the fact that he was the cause of them.

“... -I'm sorry...”

"Yeah now you're sorry..." you spat you as you went for the exit

he watched as you went for the exit, still frozen in place against the wall. His heart was racing, his mind conflicted between letting you go and making you stay. He felt guilty for using you, guilty for pushing you, just overall guilty for treating you like a toy.

“...please don't go...”

You froze in place, you heard ached in pain as you thought of everything, about you and him together ... "b-bye dabi..." you let out softly as tears feel down your face.

his heart ached as you said bye to him, the words sending a pang of pain through his chest. His guilt was eating him up, telling him to let you go and that it was for the best, but his possessive and selfish side made him move forward, grabbing your wrist

“Wait!”

"Stop it!" You shouted at him, his grip on your wrist only tightened. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go live with Hawks. He wanted you to stay with him.

“I said wait.”

"W-what?.." you told him in feared

he yanked you back, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a tight grip. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“You're not going anywhere.”

"D-dabi..." you felt yourself be welcomed in his warmth the way he held you tightly made you happy.

he took in your scent, burying his face further into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly against him, almost in a possessive way. He couldn't let you leave, couldn't let you go and live with Hawks instead. As much as he told himself he didn't care about you, he felt himself cling to you tightly, refusing to loosen his grip on you.

“You're staying with me.”

"I-I can't okay..." you tried to get yourself undone from his grip, he only held onto you tighter, refusing to let go. He knew he was being possessive and selfish, but he couldn't help the feeling of wanting to keep you with him, even if it was for his own benefit.

“Yes you can. You're not leaving. You're staying right here with me, doll.”

You started to feel weak beneath him, fuck you hated the way you loved when he was possessive with you.

he could feel you weakening beneath his grip, feeling how your body relaxed against his. He could feel himself enjoying having you so close to him, feeling how your body practically submitted to his touch. He let out a small, satisfied hum, his breath warm against your skin.

“That's right, doll... You're staying here. You're mine.”

"I-I can't!" You let out as you struggled

he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer against him. He felt frustrated by your resistance, but at the same time he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of you in his arms, struggling against him.

“You said that already... and I'm telling you to stay here. So you're going to listen to me whether you like it or not, doll.”

he could feel your heart racing as he held you tightly against him, the feeling making a small, satisfied smirk appear on his face.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you with a possessive grip. He knew what he was doing was selfish and possessive, but he couldn't help himself. You belonged to him and he had no intention of letting you go.

“There you go, doll... just stay still and relax in my arms.”

You started to slowly relax as you may your forehead in his Buffy chest "f-fuck you..." you let out in tears you couldn't let him go.

he chuckled softly as you buried your head in his chest, feeling the way your body finally submitted to his grip. He could hear the mixture of frustration and desire in your voice as you muttered those words, which only spurred him on even more. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you even closer against him.

“That's right, doll... just accept it. You belong to me and you're staying here... not going anywhere.” he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you with ease. He carried you into the room, his grip on you firm and possessive. He walked over to the bed and gently placed you down, crawling on top of you and trapping you beneath him.

"I-" you felt a pair of soft lips on yours he silenced you with a deep, possessive kiss, his lips claiming yours with a mix of gentleness and domination. He hovered over you, pressing his body against yours, making sure you couldn't escape his grip.

The room filled with the sound of his breathing and the soft, wet sounds of kisses.

He spoke softly as he continued to cover you in kisses, his hands roaming your body, touching and caressing your skin. He whispered between kisses, expressing his dominant and possessive love for you as he marked you as his.

“You're mine... all mine.”

You whimpered beneath his touch "d-dabi..." you covered your mouth as you felt his kisses touch you all over.

he could hear the whimpers and gasps that escaped from your mouth, the sounds music to his ears. He continued to kiss and caress your skin, his lips and hands covering every inch of you, leaving no part of your body untouched by his possessive and loving touch

“Don't cover your mouth, doll. I want to hear your sweet little sounds...”

——

The room was cloaked in an oppressive darkness, illuminated only by the flickerinto light. On the floor, strewn carelessly, lie discarded clothing: an open shirt and discarded pants of his, your t shirt and sweatpants along with your undergarments. The air was thick with the scent of perfume. Dabi's fingers trailed up your bare thighs, lingering on the dampness he found there.

His touch was light as a feather, sending shivers down your spine. He could feel your heart pounding, wild with desire, as his teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck. His erect cock pressed against you, setting off a chain reaction of desire that echoed through her whole body. You squirmed beneath him, thrusting up to meet him, your thighs clamping around his waist. He groaned as he sank into your, his hips bucking wildly in response.

"You're so fucking tight," he said, his voice heavy with lust.

"O-only for you," you breathed, as your hands gripped his arms as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, his, setting a rhythm that was both primal.

"F-fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he driving into you with reckless abandon. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm built, the pressure mounting with every brutal.

"I'm sorry," he murmured after a while, rolling off you and pulling tour into his arms.

"W-what?" You asked, nestling your head on his broad chest.

"For hurting you. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I can promise that I'll always try to make it right. I know I said I would leave you but I can’t. And I won’t."

Tears filled your eyes as you realized that, despite his flaws, he truly cared for you.

"I-I forgive you," you whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. As the two of you drifted off to sleep, his cook began to stir once again, still slick with you.

You moaned as he moved on top of you, his hands pinning hers above her head.

"I can't get enough of you fuck." he growled, his hips grinding against you as he slid back inside. You both gasped as he entered you, your slick skin meeting with a wet slap.

"P-pleas— f-fuck me harder," you urged, digging your nails into his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward, his cock bottoming out in you again and again.

"You like that?" he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.

You wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him better access to your slick, wet, as he pounds into you with renewed energy. He quickens his pace, his cock driving deep, delighting in the sound of your ecstatic moans.

He grabs the leg he has earlier injured as kissed around the wound softly.

“I-I’m so sorry princess..”

you felt your insides come undone with his chest

"Goddamn, you're so tight," he growls, digging his fingers into your hips for leverage before placing your leg onto his shoulder. His hips slam into you, your breasts bouncing against his chest with each strike, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her entire body.

“D-dabi!!” You yelped in a plea

“I -I can-“ you were hushed with a passionate kiss from him, lip on lip

“Cum for me princess..” he breath heavily on your lips as he thrusted rapidly, soon you came undone with a final hash thrust. Loud moans and groans filled the room switching from perfume to hot slutty sex.

He laid next to you as you cuddled on his chest,he grabbed your phone as he handed it to you.

“Call that bird and tell him your aren’t going anymore..” he said in a low possessive tone. You giggled at his words and give him a kiss on his neck trailing to your final destination his lips.

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Needy Izuku Midoriya x Reader

🌟Smut

It was a early morning although it was prohibited you and izuku slept in the same room you would sleep Separately during the weekdays but during The Weeknd’s you would take turn sleeping in each others room, “Izuku wake up bunny” you spoke to him softly and you moved strands of hair off his face sitting up you felt izuku hug your waist “ Just 5 Minutes…” he groaned softly, you giggled as you unhooked his hands from you and placed the blanket over him. You stood up to stretch going into the bathroom to brush you teeth , Izuku soon woke up by your missing presence sitting up he rubbed his eyes and picked up his shirt from the floor putting it on, he got up and walked towards you hugging you from behind.

“What are you doing my love?” izuku asked as he gave you soft kissed in your neck, “nothing bunny we need to hurry and change or else we’ll be late to your moms house, you know she worries even if we’re a minute late” you say as you turn around to kiss him in the check leading to his lips a final kiss you smile and turned into the room to change leaving Izuku flustered and needy.

-time lapse to his moms house 🏡-

Izuku knocks on the door but before he could finish the first his mom opens the door, “Izuku ! your here and early! “ she hugs him tightly “ and you sweetie how are you” she turns to hug you , “ I’m good miss Midoriya how are you? “ you smiled as you return her hug and give her a kiss in her cheek, “ Moommm come on let’s go in it’s freezing out here” Izuku holds his mother by the hand helping her go in, “oh yes I’m sorry Izuku I’m just exited to see you two specially y/n she’s good for you! “ you laugh by her remark and smile, “ thank you miss midoriya but I have to say your soon is too good for me” you say as you looked towards Izuku a red

fluster face giving you a goofy smile, “such nonsense and please dear so many times call me inko you already apart of the family” she exclaims with a smile as she goes to the kitchen “well I’m going to make something to eat I didn’t know if I should start before you two got here but it won’t be long!” Inko said happily as she got to work, “okay mom were going to look at my room” as he grabbed you hand leading to his room he closed the door and pinned you against the wall, “bunny? What’s wrong?” You asked looking into his green eyes they reminded you of a beautiful forest, “ your such a tease princess… you know how to turn me on with your beautiful actions..” he kissed your soft lips and he made one hand hold your wrist up your head and the other going down your pants and underwear teasing your womanhood. “Izu… o-oh..” you quivered in between your words as you struggled to stay up, “you always know how to make me flustered and needy but your twice as fragile” izuku whispered by your ear slowly going down to your neck giving you kisses and he led you to his old bed making you lay down taking off your pants and panties along with just pulling down his showing his member. “Izu .. please just put it in” you spread your legs as you lock them on his shoulders pulling him in making his dick touch your pussy right by the entrance. He grabbed his dick and smiled looking into your eyes he rubbed your entrance slowly, this drove you crazy as he knows it makes you beg. “ do you want it princess?” He asked in a seductive voice playing with your hormonal feelings, “yes bunny please I want you so bad” you started grabbing his member in an effort to put it in yourself. “No no princess you know you can’t do that” he smiled as he grabbed his dick putting only the tip in and out, This drove you crazy you needed him and gas you wanted him to just rail you hard and fast you wanted to take all his length as you moaned by his actions he slowly slipped it in and it drove you crazier. “Izu please don’t tease me please just take me I want you in me ~” you said as you tried to not moan in between words. “O-o-oh yeah princess you fell so good, s-so tightttt..” izuku said as he groaned fucking you slipping it in and out fast holding your hips as you locked your legs around him covering your mouth trying not to alert his mom he kept groaning unexpectedly finding your sweet spot it alerted you and made you let out a moan which lead izuku to keep hitting it faster and faster repeatedly “you like that princess?.. o-oh yeah your so beautifulll nhhhhgg” izuku moaned “ your so good y/n just gooddd”, this turned you on even more as you let out moans not loud but enough for his mom to heard, “Izuuuuuu~ baby~” you moaned as he grabbed your hip with one hand and the other covering your mouth, “do you want to get caught baby? You want to show my mom how much of a mess you are ?” Izuku smirked as he keeped railing in you, hearing his dirty words make you be alert and kept you sane in efforts of trying not to let loud noises out the last thing you wanted was for miss inko to hear you and question the noises, you could feel yourself finish locking your legs hard on izuku he also finished in you as his hot semen filled you with a final grunt coming out of him. “ are you alright sweetheart I’m sorry if I was bad… did you enjoy it?” Izuku questioned covered you with a blanket as he adjusted his pants and waited for your response, “Izu… you’re a monster… a fuckable monster…” you lunged to hug him and bring him towards you giving him a messy hot kiss…..

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Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader

🌟smut

"So your the person im marrying... Great.”

“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.

"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.

"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.

Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.

"It's not your fault," he replied softly.

"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.

Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.

His words pained your heart.

"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back

"You aren't either what I was expecting..."

Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.

"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.

Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.

"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.

Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.

"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.

💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒

Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.

Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.

"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.

"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.

"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.

"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.

"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.

"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.

Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.

"Wait."

You turn in confusion

"is there something you need?"

Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.

You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.

Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.

"What have you been thinking?" You question.

Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.

"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."

Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.

Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.

"I've noticed that we've been... distant.

We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."

You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question

Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.

"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.

"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."

"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.

Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.

"I have no interest in finding what we're

'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.

Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.

"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.

"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.

"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..

Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.

"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.

Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions

"s-ho..."

Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.

"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.

"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.

"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more

Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.

"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.

"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.

“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.

Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.

He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.

“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.

“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.

“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.

He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.

“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you

“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.

“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.

“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.

“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.

“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…

You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.

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