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Invitations and Reservations

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

Pairings: Shouto Todoroki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Word Count: 6.4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so?”

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

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

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

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

“I finished it all.”

“What?”

“I fixed all the hitches.”

“In a single day?”

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

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

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

You tease him, “With hard work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, (_____)?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did say I wanted to cuddle…

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

_____________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you could melt into your bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay to say so-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know how to slay a dragon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you need to cum, Gorgeous?”

Your head shakes rapidly in compliance against his body. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving the cleanup, for the morning.

Never Been Kissed

A/N: HEY GUYS, This prompt was fulfilled with the patience of @burnedbyshoto. She randomly generated a prompt for me and this was my take on it. This is the first story I wrote, related to this beautiful fanbase and I hope it warms your heart babies!

Pairing: Mirio Togata X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Mirio and you have had the biggest crush on each other since you were sophomores at UA, and everyone knew. All it took was one of you to make the move. Your classmates would purposefully put you in situations that paired you together. At times, it created embarrassing scenarios or it would be the highlight of your day as you went home to cuddle with your stuffed animal lion. Occasionally, you practiced your confession, to your stuffed creature more times than you could count but found the courage to tell the real hero to his face.

The next day, you ask him to meet you at your favorite hideout spot after school. You stammered over your words, "I really like you, Mirio." A tear fell from your eye as you felt overwhelmed with your own emotions.

You spoke softly, “I’ve been holding this in for some time and I wanted to let you know exactly how I feel.” You pressed your hand close to your heart as you fought yourself to look him in his eyes and say what's on your mind, "I’m ready to take our friendship to the next level.”

His face was filled with the brightest hue of pink that you've ever seen. His voice was shaky as he said your name, “(_____), I’d like that.” He walked closer to hold your hand in his. With confidence and a lively grin, he asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Fast forward, it's been three months of dating the Big Three's Mirio Togata. You were brave enough to ask him out, demonstrating to him what his presence has achieved within you. But since then, you have been a shy wreck. Not managing to do more than hold hands and the occasional cuddle when alone.

During the breaks before classes start, your friends teased you over the fact that you two haven’t shared a kiss and pester you about five times a day to “just kiss him!”. Without fail, you’re head overflows with heat and you’re too flustered for a rebuttal. When you cool down, you tell them it’ll happen soon but when he passes you in the hall and gives you the occasional smirk you’re reluctant to advance in your mission.

Lunchtime, you sat by yourself near the windows enjoying the view and engrossed in your plan to make Mirio melt from your the touch of your lips. You’re so engulfed in your thoughts that it creates a cloud of deep thinking that makes everyone passing you stare in confusion.

"Hey, (____)!" Walking up to you was Nejire who greeted you from behind with a tap on your shoulder which made your body jump.

You turn around bewildered but grateful to see her. “Hey, Hado-chan!”

“Whatcha thinking about?” She peers into your face. “Is it about Mirio again?”

Nejire, was very intuitive when it came to your facial expressions, she knew what made you happy or aggravated even knew when your period was coming! So she spotted your crush on Mirio before she even learned your name.

Meekly you smile, “Yeah, I’m finally setting up my plan to do it.” You motion for her to sit next to you. She eagerly sits, claps her hands together and says, “Ooooh, what’s the plan?”

“I can’t tell you.” You giggle. Hado crosses her arms with a tiny whine escaping her voice "Why not?"

"Because you'll run off and tell him my plan!" You chuckle aloud.

Hado couldn't hold water even if you told her too.

"Just know that I'll kiss him so well, that his secondary quirk will be levitation!" Your eyes like stars, you're conviction overly optimistic.

"Isn't that the spacegirl, Uravity's quirk?" She puts a finger to her lips with a thinking stance.

"Hado-chan, work with me here." A sheepish groan escapes your mouth.

When you spent time alone, you would sneak glances of his facial features while cuddling. Nothing drew you more into his face than his lips. Anytime he felt your stare linger for more than a second, he’d stare back smiling and you’d nearly melt like frozen yogurt. You saw yourself wanting to marry your lips to his but couldn’t control your body to move closer.

“Hey (____), sorry I'm late. I stayed behind to help Tamaki, he went overboard on training.” The familiar enthusiasm laced voice shook you out of your failed attempts and caused you to smile seeing your blue-eyed hero.

“That's okay, 'Rio.” You beam. Without noticing, Nejire sat across from you to be next to Tamaki, renewing the seat to Mirio. He sits next to you and reaches out to hold your hand under the table.

“Is everything okay?.” You’re flustered from holding his big hand and stammer over your sentence. The heat from his palm sends shockwaves all throughout your body.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really hungry.” Tamaki responds with his voice a little shaky.

Changing the conversation, Nejire asked an array of questions. “Hey, Mirio what did you think of today’s lecture? Pretty boring right?”

“So, (____) did you take notes? I know you’re good at that, I might need to borrow them.”

With ease, Mirio answers all the questions Hado throws at him. While holding your hand, he takes a step further caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. Although comforting, the contact flurried your mind. You lost your train of thought and just stared down at the floor.

Mirio couldn’t make out what was affecting you but continued to massage your hand with his thumb thinking it was calming to you. All the while, you were warm enough to imitate a fever, you drank the water in your canteen you brought from home and took a deep breath.

Balancing your breath, you knew that you had to break out of your shell and make the move today.

Mirio noticed your breathing patterns. “Are you okay?” He stared into your face noticing how flushed you were. You reply quickly, “I’m fine!”

“You sure, you’ve been looking down at the floor for some time. Wanna tell me what’s so intriguing about it?” He flashed his perfect grin.

Shit, I have to say something, “I’m just looking at the patterns.”

“Really? Are you looking for animals in the patterns?”

Oh, he’s so cute. “Maybe.”

At this moment, you add yourself to the conversation and tuck your plans away.

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Classes are now done for the day and you’re packing your bag up with haste. You want to meet with Mirio as soon as possible. As you’re about to walk out of the room, you see your hero waiting for you at the door.

You smile brightly, and say, “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

“No, you wanna hang out?” He asks.

“Yeah, there’s somewhere I wanna take you.” You smile, your face is reassuring and warm.

It makes Mirio blush as he’s never seen you look this sure of yourself and he follows you out of the school. You walk hand in hand until you reach a little cafe. You walk in buy a couple of drinks and snacks then make your way to his house. It’s a couple of blocks away from your home but more spacious and decorated.

You enter his home and take your shoes off-putting on slippers he bought you a couple of dates ago. You place the snacks onto his table and ask, "What are you in the mood for?"

He walks next to you, "Savory first, sweet later."

You smile knowing he would say that. He doesn't usually indulge in a bunch of sweets with you but he'll make an exception every other week.

"So you wanna tell me what's been on your mind all day?" He hugs you from behind. "I won't say you were acting strange, but I noticed you were preoccupied."

Fire simmered within your stomach and reached your head. A moment of honesty reached your mouth, "I just don't want you to think, I don't like you."

Mirio places his hands on your waist and instructs you to face him, his face laced with confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"I know we haven't shared a kiss, yet and there's a reason why we haven't." You hide your face, "It would be my first time."

Mirio's eyes widened, he didn't know you would drop this jewel in front of him, but he had something to get off his chest, "Well it would be my first too."

You look up at him to see his gaze filled with sincerity and passion. All those times you were nervous, you never thought that the reason why he didn't shift into action was that you would be his first.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I could tell you weren't ready."

You're shocked, your plan was slightly different from what your strategy had been.

Mirio runs his left hand through his hair, " I like you a lot, (______). I know that you're shy and that you can sometimes be a little anxious. But I like soothing your mind and I really enjoy your company."

Your jaw drops, here you were thinking that you were going to confess and sweep him off his feet and all you needed to do was just tell him.

You close your eyes, feeling a wave of calm and the anxiety leaving your body entirely. “I didn’t want to rush you if you weren’t ready.” His voice vibrates from his body within your ear.

You open them again, your face is flushed with affection and his hips on your waist achieves more than just excitement. Your eyes, linger on his lips and in the moment, you think,

Here’s your chance, go for it!

All This Love Is Waiting For You

A/N: Salutations guys! This story was inspired by the song "All This Love" by DeBarge. It’s was very soothing to write too. Possibly a part two that takes another turn? Let me know in my ask box or in the replies! Lastly, thank you to the ones that helped me brainstorm! I hope you're enjoying your holiday weekend. Thank you to everyone that's followed and liked my work, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Adored by many and notably the center of attention and crowned as the most humble in your grade. Apart from being in class 1-A, you kept spirits high and encouraged everyone and let them know that you appreciate their hard work. Another classmate that shared your enthusiasm was Kirishima. He saw how you were always pumped up and would comment on how manly you were. At first, you thought he was just teasing you and he soon explained what he meant. From there on, you didn’t mind it since it was the highest compliment he could give, becoming friends right after the clarification.

Hanging out with him meant being close to Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and last but not least Mina. The squad always roared with laughter and taunts directly to Bakugou. Shouting his rebuttals almost instinctively as you tried your hand at keeping the peace with Kirishima. Soon proving to be a nine-to-five in itself since they didn’t know how to quit and yet the respect was evident through the group.

You found a home within the bakusquad, pushing the guys out their levels of comfort and Mina bounced about having another girl in the crew. You dedicated time to your friends, your quirk and your studies. Being a hero to you meant showing the better side of those around you. Self-serving your personal character while naturally boosting the companions you made along the way.

Your quirk was best for on-hand combat and a lot of the time, you were paired with Kirishima since you created transparent, reflective shields through your body. Kirishima enjoyed the challenge, not once worried about fighting a girl. He was eager to see your movements and your ability to fight. You didn’t get into a lot of fights when you were younger but your parents always wanted you to be ready. The area your family resided in had lots of petty thieves stealing wallets and although your parents weren’t tried, it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen to you.

Immediately, pushed you into self-defense classes and from there you were the best in class, soaking in the knowledge like a dry sponge. With grand muscle memory, you charged at Kirishima, catching him off guard for a mere second. He braced for the impact as you closed the space between you two. Your agility shone as you used aerobic moves to get the upper hand. You went back and forth dodging each other’s attacks.

You’re impressed that he can match your pace, he might even be a little faster than you. You were overly confident and reached your arms out to pin him down to the floor. The result of your lunge caused Kirishima to dodge with ease, suddenly grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your back. The impact was instantaneous as the wind from your body escaped.

That hurt.

“Sorry, (______). Are you okay?” He was instantly by your side checking on you.

Your eyes were shut as you gave him a weak nod.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

You opened your eyes slowly, with a low, pained grunt, “Yeah.”

His arm was reached out to meet with your hand to level you up to him. As you clutched his palm, he pulled you to your feet. You stretched your arms up to the sky popping the air bubbles out of your joints and bones. The cramped ligaments finally loosened. You haven’t been placed on your back like that since your first lesson of self-defense class. You always guarded but your cockiness got you sidetracked when sparring.

“Are you sure, you should be doing that, (_____)? ” He hesitated to hold your back, “Do you want to see Recovery Girl?”

“No, I’m okay. I just needed to stretch my muscles.” You smiled in his direction. “You’re so strong, Kiri.”

A blush slowly painted his face as he thanked you but insisted on taking you to the nurse’s office. You brushed it off saying there was no need. You took one step forward and slightly stumbled, Kirishima took no time hooking your arm on top of his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist.

“Just so you know, I’m not taking no for an answer now. You’re apart of the team, (_____). Can’t let anything happen to you.” The sincerity in his voice vibrated through your chest as you held onto every word.

You smiled to yourself, breaking down your nonchalance and letting him transport you to Recovery Girl. Respectfully he asked Aizawa and granted Kirishima the green light. As he carried you to the nurse’s office, you wriggled to keep up at his pace. Small groans left your mouth as he stopped walking.

“Hey Kiri, why’d you stop?” You ask holding your side.

He kneels in front of you, “Get on my back.”

“What?”

“Get on my back, (_____)”

“Why?”

“I want to make the trip easier on you.”

Talk about manly.

Without further protest, you climbed onto his back while still in the kneeled position. Your chest rested against his shoulder blades as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He gently rose from the ground, hooking your legs with his muscular arms. You took a deep breath, wincing from the pain you felt from your back area.

“Are you comfortable?” Kirishima turned his head slightly to look at you. You two were close to each other’s faces. His crimson eyes were laced with concern as his brows furrowed awaiting your response.

You nodded and unintentionally nuzzled close to his back. He froze for a mere second feeling the warmth of your body close to his shoulder and started walking again. The halls that he carried you through were empty due to everyone still in their respective classes. The only sound being made was the stomps of Kirishima's shoes as the skids were quiet and controlled.

Not once during the piggyback did he shuffle to keep you up, once you were on his back, his grip was secure. As you entered the nurse's office Kirishima explained what happened and Recovery Girl examines you. She came to the conclusion that you strained your back but nothing rest couldn't fix. She mentioned that it could have been worse had your fall not be broken by the grassy area and gave you a cup of water and a heating pad to soothe the muscle.

After departing from the room, Kirishima apologized profusely.

"You don't have to apologize, Kiri!" You grinned.

"I know you're saying that but I just feel it's the right thing for me to say." He kept his body in bow form.

You walked over to him, pushing his shoulders up to face you, a beaming smile from you, "Look at me, Kiri". Peering into his crimson eyes you say, "I'm fine, okay?"

He stared back at you, his eyes studied your face as you were both too close to one another again and his face heated up. The curve of your smile and the color of your eyes sent shocks throughout his body and twinkles in his own. He finally went back to his normal stance and held the back of his neck. Still blushing he said, “Okay, I believe you.”

You chuckled in unison as you both made your way back to class.

Since then, you spent all your time with Kirishima and the others. Late evenings filled with hilarity and dramatic debates over whether bread is being burned alive every time it's put into a toaster or if ghosts celebrate 4/20 holiday. Your clique filled with a bunch of goofballs.

Over time, it was a given that you spent time playing video games or watching movies that were so bad, they're good. The debates behind the meaning of the movie always lead to a competition of who could kick who's ass in Smash. Kaminari was surprisingly good and won many debates against Bakugou, just because he knew how to work the controller. That night caught everyone by surprise.

Ironically enough, Kirishima had challenged you to a one on one duel and if he won, he would take you on a date. If he lost he would have to let Mineta take you out, you didn’t come up with that ultimatum, Mina did. Needless to say, you let him win. Not only because you didn’t like Mineta but you had also been waiting for him to ask you out. Mina knew you two liked each other, and what made it extremely clear was that every time Sero or Bakugou would beat you in a game, Kirishima would defend your honor.

That first date was nerve-wracking and he could tell that you were nervous because so was he. As he held your hand, he confessed what he wanted to say to you since that day he sparred with you and took you to Recovery Girl. The words of honesty and sweetness spilling out, generating your face to heat up with overwhelmed excitement. Following the date, you made it official.

At school, you were known as the manly power couple. An ode to Kirishima’s values and the way they rubbed off on you. Together, you matched an incomparable amount of honor and code as it showed in your teamwork during sparring matches and work studies. To say the least, you made each other look good.

However, today was unusual. You felt the stress build-up and couldn’t escape it. Your agency worked away from Kirishima’s and left you to deal with petty thefts on the other side of town. Being in the top fifteen of pro heroes, you had the obligation of handling big problems or ones considered to be small by the regular civilians. You always took your heroism seriously but today, your vibe was off. You didn’t display it to your colleagues or victims but you felt it internally.

The day drained the rest of your energy as you held onto what's left of your sanity. You needed to relax soon or you would blow up on the wrong person. You called Kirishima during your lunch break hoping to relieve some tension. Telling him about the old lady that couldn’t hear you as you helped her pick up her groceries. She assumed you were trying to steal them from her and tried to call out to your hero name to catch you, the thief.

Your boyfriend laughed and said you would be fine, “I know who you are and that’s all that matters.”

“Awww, thank you, Red Riot. Hearing that makes me feel somewhat better.” You feigned sarcasm but he saw right through it.

He sighed, “Listen, I know you’re going through it. I hear it in your voice. You’re a strong lady, okay. You can handle anything.”

“I know, I’m just tired.” You felt a tear stream down your cheek. “I want to go home, babe.”

“Oh no baby, are you crying? Do you want me to pick you up right now? You know I will.”

Although you were having a shit day, you didn’t want to make Kirishima end his shift early. Especially if he was working on a time-sensitive case. Being a hero came first and so you tucked your emotions in your back pocket for the time being.

“No babe, just come pick me up after my shift is done, okay?”

For a moment he sighed, he didn’t like to leave you alone when you were feeling down. “Alright (______), as soon as I’m done for the day, I’ll come running.”

Another tear came down but a smile expanded across your face, “Okay, Ei. Thank you so much for cheering me up. Now, I can go on with the rest of my day until I see you.”

“That’s what I’m here for baby, and you know that.” You could feel his grin through the phone, “Listen, they need me back in action. I can’t wait to see you later. ``I love you.”

And with that, the call ended, and your spirits were heightened. You were able to channel back into your confident nature. All it took was the words from your handsome hero. Many moments made you grateful for Eijirou’s positive essence. It would level you at times where you would push yourself into rock bottom. His hand forever stretched out to lift you out of the frump.

Your day went without any more hitches, and even if there were, you didn’t notice. You diffused the pettiest issues with a smile and fought the frivolous robbers with overjoyed laughs. Your colleagues were glad to see you back in your true character. And already knew who was the culprit.

You never told your boyfriend that you loved him because you cared about the meaning of that word. Although, you enjoyed his company you never used the word loosely and only when you meant it. He knew that and didn’t have a problem. He always took the time to remind you how he felt about you. And in your own way, you always showed him.

You can’t say what stopped you from saying so earlier, but you were a visual person. He never forced it out of you even when he thought you were on the verge of saying it. To Kirishima, hearing you say that you trust him or adored him was more than enough.

Fast forward, it’s the end of your shift. It’s chilly outside so you kept yourself tucked away into your warm, cozy office. Kirishima already let you know that he was on his way and told you to stay put. Not even ten minutes later, he sends you a text to come downstairs. Already, changed out of your hero costume, you grab your long, wool burgundy coat. Pulling your arms through the sleeves as the rest of it falls pass your waist, hitting your calves. Walking out your office and to the elevator, you said goodnight to the remaining heroes and staff working on your floor.

As you reached the main lobby, you see your hero waiting. Your struts are swift but elongated as his toothy grin stretches across his face. You almost broke out into a jog until Kirishima meets you halfway with a bear hug. His hold on you is firm and glowing with heat. You inhale his scent, flooding your mind with his pure, earthy infused sweat.

You hold him tightly as he chuckles in your grasp, “Hey, beautiful.” He plants kisses into your neck and moves his way to your cheek, lastly your lips.

The kiss is tender as you hold him tighter to you, your brain’s on repeat saying: I needed this, I needed this, I needed this.

He notices your passion and matches you tenfold, being overly romantic and maneuvering you into a dip as he drives the kiss into a place of voluminous bliss. As he pulls away, you see his self-satisfied grin. He knows he’s taken your breath away and now you were a flustered mess. He raises you out of the dip with a light chuckle while wrapping his burly arms around your tiny waist.

You stare into his eyes, noticing the same brilliant twinkle whenever he was close to you. “Let’s go home, babe.”

Without question, you nod and hold his huge hand interlocking your fingers with his. He tells you there’s a taxi waiting outside for you two. You’re stunned that he didn’t tell you earlier but reassured that they were okay with waiting. The car ride back was soft and comforting as your boyfriend held onto your waist with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You slowly drifted off to sleep.

By the time you were awake, Kirishima already had you on his back unlocking your wooden, contemporary home. The electronic lock beeps with welcoming entry and your boyfriend settled you in on your black leather couch. You felt needy as he broke away from you.

“One moment, my love” His whispers echoes, “I was taking off my coat. Now I’m going to take off yours.”

You laid sleepily on the couch as Kirishima did his best to undress you, you shuffled as he did and he smiled. “Babe, wake up, this isn’t our bed.”

You huffed as you slowly adjusted to him taking off your coat. You stretched as soon as it left your body. You stared at your boyfriend as he reached his hand out to yours. You grabbed it and he lifted you off the couch. Pulling you close to him, placing a beloved kiss on your forehead.

Now, he was leading you to the bedroom you shared, Settling in before he turned to you, ”Shower or bath?”

You knew that apart of you would probably fall back to sleep had it been in the bath. Without hesitation you say shower. No need to worry your pro hero sweetheart. He works on setting up the shower for you, you finally relieve your body of your outerwear clothing. Putting your hair and wrapping your body in a towel beforehand. You walk to the bathroom to see Eijirou already lathering up in the shower

He sees your gawked expression, “Hey, I wanted to make sure the water was warm enough for you. It’s on hell, just how you like it.”

You giggle, “I do not like it that hot!”

“That’s not what my skin tells me, get in here!”

You enter the shower and immediately, Kirishima showers you in kisses and tells you how much he loves you. He reminds you that you don’t need to feel down and that you’re an amazing hero. Tears fall down your cheeks as he speaks. He holds you in his strong arms from behind, “You are safe here, (_____). You don’t have to worry about anything.”

You take a deep exhale, making a mental note not to be so hard on yourself. It’s one to cause internal worry, but to reach Kirishima would break you. You both finish cleansing yourselves of the dirt and grime of hardworking heroes. At one point you hog all the water on purpose and he turns the water cold, you shiver close to him and he smiles.

He looks down at you grasping him, “I’m glad that you want to be so close to me, baby.” He winks at you.

Your face heats up, “What a sneaky plan!” His laugh roars in the bathroom and makes your heart melt as you feel his chest vibrate against you. 

After leaving the shower, you both dress for bed and lay onto the king-sized mattress. Kirishima pulls you in to cuddle close to you. His big arm wraps around your waist as you nestle closer into him. He pulls all the blankets up to wrap the two of you with ease.

“Eijirou,” You feel your body heat up, “I love you.”

His head shoots up to take a look at your face, but you’ve buried it into the pillow you’re lying on. He flips himself on top of you, moving all the pillows so you can’t hide your face. His stare into your beautiful eyes, the usual twinkle in his eyes are now like the gates of heaven. His mouth gaped open.

“(____), Thank you. I love you too.”

Illuminate (Server Collab Prompt)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know but-"

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

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

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

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

Maybe I'll watch TV until he comes home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, really, How are they doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Great, now get ready."

"Wha-what are we doing?"

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

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

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

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A/N: As I write this, I have 666 followers. Thank you all so much 😭😭😭. I originally wrote this for the valentine’s day server collab but came up with another idea. It’s loosely a continuation of Illuminate. I hope you guys like it~

Pairing: Mirio Togata X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

The world shines brighter after becoming the fiance of the hero known as Lemillion. You smiled more and saw the world through rose-colored lenses. Even solving problems at work with love as the answer, making creative stories and resolutions. There was so much that had changed within you. You never saw yourself as worthy of spending the rest of your life with someone, but looking into Mirio's eyes caused your light of hope to burst into an incurable flame.

Your friends lost their minds when finding out and wanted to celebrate your union. That night of the party ended with Nejire and Toru becoming karaoke queens, only taking Mina's crown because she was in the middle of making out with Kirishima. Bakugou argued with Izuku over the music selection while Tamaki silenced everyone with a grand gift to Mirio and yourself. An eternity clock that glistened in the dark while emitting golden light. He was so hesitant to show you, but when you started crying, he knew it was perfect.

A couple of months after your engagement, the month where everyone goes, lovey-dovey was among you. Your thoughts changed on the holiday that most cared for; it was just another day for you. Mirio liked to enjoy any holiday with you, of course. Still, holidays like Christmas, New Year's Eve, or Valentine's day meant nothing without you by his side. His love knew no bounds, nor never neglected you where the holiday said more than how you felt 365.

After a long shift of heroism, the night before, you laid in bed, not realizing it was finally your day off. You didn't have to scramble to reach for your uniform or try to shuffle out the bed, and yet as you shifted, you were pulled back and brought into a snuggle.

"Don't move, Sunshine," A needy groan escapes his lips.

Mirio's muscular body overpowers you to stay in his grasp, no resistance to letting go. He faintly yawns, and his breath tickles the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps to form on your arms. Your smile is hidden in the covers as the heat from his body radiates onto yours. You're not sure of the time, but it's still too early for the two of you as you drift off back to sleep in his warm embrace.

Hours later, Mirio wakes you up with a tickling match. His method of getting you out of bed, "We can't sleep the whole day away, Beautiful." His smiles are contagious, even with him playing with your sensitive sides.

You give up and try to turn out of bed, miscalculating how far you would go. You roll off the bed, but before you can hit the ground, Mirio catches you through the floorboard. Permeating to catch you in time, and carrying your tiny but toned frame, bridal style.

"Woah there, that would have been a bad tumble, don't you think." He pops up on the floor with you still in his arms. He's precise and lets you down, placing you in front of him. Your smile is goofy as he calls you clumsy.

"Nice to know that anytime I fall, you'll catch me."

"Well, of course, Sunshine! I'm your hero, aren't I?"

"Well, yeah, until you wake me up with tickles." You playfully poke his side, "Then you're my enemy."

A playful gasp leaves his mouth as he pretends to be hurt, "But sunshine, I do it to see your smile!" He pulls you close, smothering you in kisses. Your laughter vibrates through the bedroom, making him more persistent. Times like this, you were happy that both of you were home to enjoy each other's company, and not have to expect any call from the agencies.

"Okay, I get it." You say, catching your breath. Your teddy bear of a man looked at you with a sincere, loving stare, cupping your face and pecking an intimate kiss on your lips, turning less into pecks and more of a lip lock session. He couldn't control himself wanting to hold you at your waist and gripped you tightly as if holding you meant you would never be alone. You were astounded by his passion, meeting him with the same intensity, while on your tiptoes.

He pulled away, flustered with a radiant grin. Mirio had an overzealous passion for you. Remembering when you two were just friends, he wished for days like this—hoping to get close to you and show you what you meant to him. There were too many times that he thought he would lose you to another until that time you confessed your attraction. He always told himself he would cherish you forever, and as the cliche of many, today would be that day.

"Alright, my sunflower, I want you to get yourself ready. I have some surprises that you toogotta see."

With his witty wink, you crack up, never able to resist his pure but corny charm.

Gathering yourself for Mirio's surprise was no hassle, staying within a comfy and cute attire and keeping your hair down to put under a slouchy beanie the same color as your sweater. Ready for the surprise, you meet with Mirio, and as he's finished tying his casual shoes. He stands to stretch and pulls you into a bear hug. The impact of the pull thuds you into his chest, the air almost leaving your body. Pulling out of the embrace, he looked at your flustered face with a smile and placed a tender kiss onto your forehead. You resisted melting in his burly arms.

He smiles kindly, looking back into your shiny eyes. Finally, caving into the hold and glance, you cup his face with a beam too bright, he chuckles. Letting you go, you finish getting ready for the cold air beyond the wooden door of your home. The way he walks over to the coat rack you share brings a silly smile to your face as the walk is goofy in a sense that he pretends your smile has incapacitated him. His playful demeanor lasts until he's finally wearing his coat while you fit yours onto your body, keeping snuggly warm. Mirio walks over to you, lightly cupping your cheek. With a breathtaking kiss, he mumbles, "Let's go."

Roaming the streets made for interesting sights: women screaming whose significant other was better, couples doing more PDA than necessary, and the heart-shaped balloons and flower carts littering the streets. Hadn't reached your final destination and yet there was already so much commotion. Mirio had the habit of taking you to areas of Tokyo usually quiet and reserved for your alone-time to feel more private. But you knew the privacy you sought out for the day would remain at home.

"Rowdy day, huh?" Mirio spoke out loud while holding your hand tighter. Sure enough, he didn't expect there to be crowds of crazed lovers, but it wouldn't deter him from getting closer to the surprise he had for you two. Although subtle, his determination burned brightly into his eyes, the anticipation of seeing your smile driving him. "Nothing we can't handle."

Mushing through the crowds in the chilly weather sought out to be an easy feat with Mirio holding you close as he glided through people as if he could almost walk through them. Amazingly enough, no one noticed top-ranked heroes among them. He was dodging everyone while still able to grip your hand through it all, turning down a cold, dark alley. He hadn't looked at his phone for some time to make sure the map was correct, but he read the reviews and knew what to expect.

You look at him in horror as you two pace down the alley, from the boorish and amorous energy on the streets to the silent dead-of-night atmosphere. Huffs of air escaped your lips as you reached the door of what seemed to be a restaurant. The door lacked any color resembling warmth, taking pride in its icy grey tone.

You looked up at Mirio with skepticism as he looked back at you with a captivating grin, "This is it, Sunflower."

He knocks on the door with a light tune in mind, within seconds the door opens and before either of you could step forward, warm, inviting lights and a delightful savory aroma bombarded your senses. Mirio jokingly escorts you in a true gentleman fashion, "M'lady."

Playfully, you curtsy back then enter the two-faced establishment. Walking in, you're more subject to the beauty of the cozy lights littering the high ceilings. At the same time, the posters and plaques on the walls neatly decorate the homey vibe. You see that the tables were placed at corners of the room to cater to the patrons coming in. Either they were always stationed there or done up for the beautiful holiday. From top to bottom, it was hard to believe that it was a Ramen restaurant.

A woman came from the kitchen area with a warm smile on her face, heart-shaped apron on, and a wooden ladle in her hand—the embodiment of a young housewife in love. Without any further ogling eyes, she expresses her welcomes with a pleasant, soft voice.

"Hello, newcomers! Welcome to 90% Love!"

Holding Mirio's hand tighter, you reply in unison, "Hi!" 

"Please, take your seats anywhere you'd like."

She raised her hand to show off all the empty tables around the cozy, compact eatery. Mirio hastily leads your hand to one of the square tables closest to the wall. Pulling your chair out for you after you sit down, he pushes your chair to be close to the table. Mirio pulls out his to rest his legs and doesn't bother to drag his back in due to his legs fitting awkwardly. You giggle as he shuffles in his seat, trying his best to get comfortable. He looks at you while you attempt to hide your face; of course, he saw, and now he's laughing with you.

"That's okay that I don't fit." He shuffles after finding a comfortable compromise between his thick legs and the low table, "I just want to make the day special for you."

The touch of his hand caressing yours felt lovely, thanks to the environment. You reply with a bright grin, and his face turns a vibrant hue of pink, and his heart stops a beat. "Gee, Sunshine, the way you're looking at me, reminds me of the exact reason why I'm going to marry you. I want to see that smile for the rest of my life." 

Your face retaliates with the same color on his face, with your free hand, you cup your cheek, "Stop, you flatter me too much!"

His laughs booms through the room, "If I don't tell you, who will, Sunshine?"

Soon after, a man lays a friendly pat onto Mirio's shoulders. There wasn't much noise to their steps, nor did either of you see him pop up behind your fiance. There was a pause, but before you could respond, he spoke with a wide grin plastered onto his astonishingly young-looking skin.

"Hello Heroes, what would you like to eat? We have ramen of the day, Spicy ramen of the day, and the love bowl for this day!"

He spoke so critically that you didn't ask for a menu, as you thought over your options, you chose the love bowl while Mirio chose the spicy dish. The man taking your order bowed with gratitude and walked to the kitchen. Your focus back on your buff hero, his right knee became jittery thinking about the spices he would encounter.

"This restaurant is so cool; I'm glad I found it and get to spend my first time here with you!"

You nodded as your fingers trace over the golden oak wood onto the lovely, soft, and cream-colored cloths to cover most of the table like a placemat. You were more than happy to be there and couldn't wait to eat, all the walking you did to get there truly worked up an appetite. "I agree, my love."

Moments passed, and both the man and woman running the shop held your bowls of ramen. The lady placed yours first, wishing you to enjoy the meal. The man next put Mirio's down in front of him and the same, but with different energy tells him to enjoy as well. You look at the two workers and thank them. As you dive into the broth and take a sip, your eyes immediately turn into stars. The flavor matched how brilliant the bowl of noodles looked. Finally, indulging the noodles, they were just as delicious if not more than the broth. With no more thinking of your hunger, you dived into the meal.

After you two demolished your food, you sat in silence, enjoying your full stomachs with light sighs of satisfaction escaping. You sat in disbelief, wondering how you've gone your whole life not coming to this quiet yet amorous ramen shop. Looking at your now-empty bowl, you paid attention to the beautifully assorted shades of pink in the shape of a heart. Your fingers trailed, admiring the art.

"How was the food?" The sweetly soft voice of the woman rang in your ears as you looked up to see her smiling face.

"That was amazing, I've never had ramen like that!"

"I'm so glad that you liked it. It seems like your beau enjoyed it too."

Looking at Mirio, he was sniffling, smiling from the spices of the broth. His smile was bright and could only nod in satisfaction as a response. Both you and the woman giggled together as he gathered himself, to ask for the check. With a nod, she left to tally up the order only to come back with the man who made an appearance earlier. A puzzled stare ensued from you two as they walked closer to your table.

"Hello, again heroes, nice to formally meet you. We are the owners of this establishment." As they stopped in front of the table, you did your best to bow back while still sitting.

"No need to be formal with us little lady, we know you heroes work hard!" The man grinned while placing his hands on his hips in pride.

"We just wanted to formally congratulate you on your engagement and wish you many years of light and love."

The woman smiled with her hands clasped close to her chest; it was too sweet encountering this lovely couple. They politely went on to tell you of their marital status and how they met. They enclosed that they've been married for 50 years, and your jaw dropped. They still looked like a young couple in love; the husband laughed and shared their secret with you.

After paying, Mirio left a huge tip, thanking the couple for their business and promising to come back. Warmhearted and yet serene as you two left the shop, the air outside was still brisk. The breeze automatically pinching Mirio's nose red, he held your hand as you looked up at him. A grin appeared before kissing your forehead and trotting to the main street.

Arriving back to your home, you shed your outerwear into something comfortable, relaxing in the living room. Spending the day with your fiance was more than enough to keep you content. He did the same with his coat, hanging it up and plopping himself next to you, wrapping you within a bear hug. His burly arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and he exhaled, showing how cozy he felt holding you. You placed your hands on top of his, closing your eyes in the midst of it.

"You know Sunshine, seeing that couple back at the shop, makes me think about how our future will turn out." He shifted himself to pull you in closer to his broad chest, "Young, happy and in love. Even if we're 100 years old, we'll still be young at heart; I see all that with you."

"Do you also see us having a ramen shop too?"

"Well, that's if you want to, I wouldn't mind at all! Having your cooking is already one of my favorite past times, we can make ramen together!"

You laugh at his excitement, "Well, maybe we could just learn from that couple? I don't think they would be against it."

He gasped, "Babe, you're right! They already like us, we should go back!"

The vibration of his chest as he spoke comforted you, and hearing his voice made you nuzzle into him as you drifted off to sleep. Mirio was mid-sentence until he listened to your light snores. He rested his head close to yours and enclosed you to his chest with a light yawn, joining you for an "itis" nap.

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A/N: OKAY SO LET ME START BY SAYING, THIS FIC IS 2 1/2 MONTHS LATE. I originally wanted to post this for Black History Month. But I'm black all year so better late than never! Also, I apologize to all those waiting for me to upload, I've been consumed by Sims 4 and even made Mirio in-game lmao. If you have not finished MHA Season 4, there's a mild spoiler. Lastly, this is smut, so read at your own horniness risk.

Pairings: Mirio Togata X Black/POC!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Word Count: 5.1K

As new graduates, the world was bright and shiny, like an apple ripe enough to bite. You decided after all the hell you and Mirio went through this year; it would be enough to graduate and offer Mirio a well-deserved rest. Too many nights went on with sweat induced nightmares with tears flooding from his despairing blue eyes; Reliving the horrors of fighting Chisaki, losing his quirk and his mentor who always showed him promise until his last breath.

Although you were at another agency during the ordeal, you always kept in contact with Tamaki and Nejire. At first, Tamaki didn't want to share any information, because he knew how it would tear you apart, but after he saw where your loyalty stood, he had to. You spent the rest of your days taking care of Mirio. By his side as soon as you knew his whereabouts. Staying in the hospital overnight, even going home to get a spare change of clothes, just to come back. You watched as he vented what it felt like for him. Not a single bone in your body blamed Eri; she was a child after all.

You still trained with him and even accompanied him on his internship. You knew he was capable of hand-to-hand, but what mattered was the villains with quirks that were life-threatening. Eventually, you laughed with each hospital visit and became well acquainted with the staff. After graduating with just above average grades, the two of you felt a sigh of relief: no more pity parties and sad looks. You two had to get away from it all.

And so, the voyage outside of Tokyo began. Originally you were going to celebrate by staying over at one another's home, but that wasn't fun enough for you; you wanted to feel free. Not just for yourself, for Mirio. He deserved to feel like himself even though he said he wouldn't cry over spilled milk anymore. You wanted to be by his side.

And so the bustle outside the city proved to be challenging. It took more buses than trains to leave. And even then had to take the abstract route to get outside of the town and into the country. Your breathing was more steady with the air being exceedingly more lucid, camping out to watch the stars shine, even being cheesy, mentioning the shapes found in the midnight sky. And the impromptu sexy times would be something you two take to your graves.

When you finally got close to the hot spring you were planning to surprise Mirio with, you admitted into the closest hotel. Luckily, the staff knew who you two were and gave you a week free, along with benefits like the perks of free food and massages. Unsure if that was related to filling a quota for the month or if they loved LeMillion as much as management said they did.

You two were starting to look like people who lived in the forest, eating off the land. So, of course, you were going to take advantage of the salon there as well. But you knew better than to go in expecting them to know what to do with your hair. You had your hair products tucked away neatly in your oversized backpack and had even taught Mirio how to handle your naps. He liked playing with your hair because he found it therapeutic and saw it as another way to bond with you.

Mirio's face of content made you beam with hope into his recovery. You were pushing yourself to get him out of his rut. You weren't sure if he knew how much you still worried about what happened. But you wanted to make up for the time that you weren't able to be by his side during the life-changing experience, apart from blaming yourself, because he told you what had been plaguing him.

As his partner, you did your best to assert the situation and go based on logic instead of emotion. But the look on his face, knowing that he let Eri out of his sight, spoke louder than any words. Having obtained Eri, and getting to spend time with her to build morale, was challenging at first as she was hesitant when looking at you. At first, she thought you were dirty due to Chisaki's influence.

After realizing that's just how your skin looks, she apologized profusely — not wanting to hurt your feelings and be accepted by you. You worked your way into taking care of her, although not great with kids. And since she was a particular but essential case, you wanted to make your imprint on her memory. She began to ask you questions about yourself and Mirio. At times asking the dreaded ones related to sex since she was around Deku and his friend Bakugou. You kept calm but wanted to dropkick the self-proclaimed hero with murder in his name. Aizawa made sure to scold him and tell him not to slip up on the foul language around Eri again.

As you entered your hotel room, you dropped off all the luggage you brought — yearning for the chance to feel warm running water. Mirio's breath lightly fanned over you as he rubbed your shoulders for you. He insisted on carrying your belongings before the trip, but you ran ahead of him with all your things. Even though your bags were more substantial than his one.

"See Sunshine; I told you to let me carry them. And now you're rolling your shoulders to relieve the tension." It was clear that he was smiling, with every grip on your muscles.

Your moans were soft, reassuring he hit your tense areas, "And yet I didn't complain at all like you thought I would."

"Because I was watching you." His light chuckles tickled the back of your neck, "And you're too stubborn sometimes."

You giggled under his touch, eyeing your heap of bags near the king-sized bed, slowly undressing. Slipping out of your boyfriend's gentle hold, you placed your dirty clothes in a laundry bag you brought. You needed to take a shower soon; you were getting antsy and anticipating fresh water from a showerhead instead of a stream. The life of hiking in the wild could only be so good for so long. Especially with your hair not getting enough moisture in the fresh air.

Fully nude, you turn to look at Mirio with a playful smile, "Oh, you think so?"

You were pulling your hair out of its messy afro bun while Mirio ogled your hair defying gravity as it did, it left a pleasant grin on his face. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before you searched through the bags. Looking for your tried-and-true skin and hair care products that were placed throughout your belongings. Speeding into the bathroom, you turned on the cold, metal dial to hot water. Awaiting the warm water, you tried your best to detangle your hair, barely succeeding.

Assuming the water warmed up enough, you step into the shower and let the water run through your hair and down your body. An exhale leaves your body as you peaceably scrub your skin of scum. You inhale the smell of your favorite soap, and your mind clears with a serene smile. After lathering and rinsing yourself off, you gently detangle your hair, working the shampoo through it.

The door to the ugly white bathroom swings open slowly, enters your buff boyfriend. Undressing to get in with you, he yawns as he wraps his arms around you. You hastily scoff and turn to him, his sleepy smile says it all. Mirio pulls you closer as he kisses your neck.

"You took too long to get out, Sunshine."

"Because I'm at war, right now."

"Is that right? Well, you could have asked for my help."

Mirio lightly patted your curly locks, patting them down and occasionally scratching your scalp. The feel of his fingertips was enough to make you doze and lose balance. Catching you with his free hand and pulling you closer to his defined chest. With a little giggle, you smile and gaze into his eyes, looking at the water dripping off his hair.

"You know, I just finished cleansing my body, and now I'm getting back to square one."

Humming a tune, "Is that so?" he replied lazily with his chin resting atop your head, "I'm sorry, Sunflower."

You turn your body around to cross your arms over his broad, muscle-bound shoulders, sketching out the scars littering his body, some light scratches others with a firm texture. Your eyes lingered all over him as you slowly caressed the back of his head, placing kisses all along his collarbone and neck. Stopping at his jawline, Mirio cups your ass with his strong hands.

He leans down to reach your ear, "If you start, I'll finish."

You raise up your head innocently to look at him, eyes armored with honesty and lust. Pushing your luck, you lather him in soap and rubbing his chest in circular motions, moving lower to his abs. Pretending to graze his cock, then lather his shoulders down to the wrists and giving eye contact through the whole ordeal. Your lips curve into a sweet smile that causes him to groan.

The motions are simple yet affect him like the ripples from a waterfall. You lightly graze his collarbone with kisses as his muscles tense, placing your hands low to his sides, tracing his adonis belt. A light sigh leaves his thin lips, instantaneously, he picks you up, pushing your tiny frame against the cold wall. The chilliness gives you goosebumps all over, erecting your nipples — Mirio's grip firm around you and his breath heavy on your wet shoulder.

"See, you're pushing it, Princess." His chuckle fanning over your ear.

A tiny snicker escaped as he pressed his lips close to yours, smothering you in kisses, eliminating any free space between you two. His cock stood at attention, the tip tickling your flower. His soft, thin lips left no part of your neck and collarbone untouched. Your nectar seeped onto his thumper as you whimpered with impatience.

"Fill me up, baby."

"Be patient, my Sunflower," He hooked his arms under your thighs, positioned himself to kneel under you while gently sliding you down where your inner thighs touched his cheeks.

Facing your pretty essence, he bulldozes his tongue into your bud. The instant tremor to your clit as your legs quiver as his tongue swivels and explores every part of you. The jolts in your legs leave your voice hoarse as moans break out from your lips. His obligation to pleasure you is selfish and greedy as if his way of controlling you is to give you what you want. Your body rolls as his grasp around your plump thighs tighten, keeping you in place.

Your soft whimpers leave him to groan against your tingling golden arches, "You taste so good, baby." He gives a quick love bite to your shaking thighs, still balancing you against the cold wall as you thrust into him enthusiastically.

His body tenses under yours as he pulls your body close from your ass. He takes hold of your soft cheeks and does a solid lick to your clit, making you quiver. So deliberate with his actions as he purposefully teased you close into edging. You start to whine uncontrollably and grab hold onto his hair to push him closer to you. Resulting in a chuckle that reverberates through your bud, your cry is sensual as you let go of him and hold onto your breasts, playing with your nipples.

"Fuck, you look so hot." Mirio looks at you from between your legs, his blue eyes peering into your glowing, erotic ones. "I'll give you what you want Sunflower, but do me a favor: Don't hold back. I don't care who hears, let them know who you belong to."

You stare back at him flustered, the fault of hot water, or the excitement your powerful boyfriend brings to your flesh cavern. Your nod is subtle, but he catches it quickly, sparking him to make you lose your mind as Mirio dives back in. Without haste, his tongue thrashes around, promising with each taste of you he'll leave you screaming out his name.

The morning after, your body felt tight near your thighs, wishing you washed your hair instead of getting thrown off. Looking a mess, but filled with leftover pleasure. Your voice was loud since you lived to the expectations Mirio requested. Clearing your throat did nothing for you, either. You tried sitting up in the king-size bed but was wrapped in a firm bear hug and a kiss to your fuzzy mane.

"Where are you going, Princess?" His morning voice groaned into your ear.

"Nowhere now with your thick arms around me."

"Because there's no reason to stay up, right? This is where the trip ends, and I'm happy with this."

Mirio snuggles closer to you, your heart flutters, and your smile stretches wide and goofy-like. You're happy that he's in a state of happiness, you can feel the radiation more than usual. "Well, actually, this isn't where the trip ends; I have one more surprise for you."

His messy blond, bed head shuffles behind you; he rotates your waists to stare at you, "What are you talking about, Sunshine?" He tries to rest his shoulder on the pillow while the other hand lays tenderly.

"Get dressed, and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

There was an exception in getting ready; you took your time fixing your hair into a comfortable style deciding whether to leave it in or out, Mirio being a sweetheart asked you to keep it simple to avoid what may come of the day. After leaving the room, you made your way to the massage rooms. The masseuse present was fair and gentle. Making small talk with you, one of them mentioned a noise complaint from an older man. He was complaining about his hotel neighbors yelling about mangoes and cereal in the middle of the night.

"I believe it was the third floor he resided in," The masseuse cooly responded while working the muscles in your calves.

A shock shoots through your body as the dots connect, you try to hide your face further into the cushion. Mirio laughed out loud, "I guess he was hungry but had to wait till the morning, you know?"

"I guess so." 

 The rest of the massage went well, laughing here and there. It was the most relaxed you had been in a while. You remembered to check in on Mirio since he wasn't used to massages and was prone to outbursts of laughter since he's so ticklish. After the massage, he pulled you into a bear hug and smothered you in kisses, declaring, "I wish it were you that touched me like that."

With more trekking, you reached your final destination. Mirio blissfully bounced about, continuously looking at you and back at the environment. "Hot springs? Oh, babe!"

He was so excited; he couldn't form any other words other than how much he loved you. He pulled you close, littering your face with kisses and tight hugs. Couldn't even break his grasp or stop him from being excited, Mirio treasured the way he would love loud, concretely when targeted to you. His smile was just as infectious as your boyfriend made a scene in front of the entrance. Older couples passed by with sweet looks, whispering to themselves, 'the enchantment of young love.'

Management provided a private unisex bath usually reserved for a group of four or less that pass by. Mirio separated from you with a quick peck to the cheek and sprinted into the changing room for something more comfortable for the water. Women mainly littered the hot spring except that not a lot of people occupied the space today. Leaving the worry of interruptions or disturbances to diminish. You were the first to leave the changing room, wrapped in your bathrobe given to you by staff, and you brought your favorite towel for whenever you would go to the beach or spa.

You walked into the unisex area, finding the way into the pool of warmth. As you found your spot, you took off the towel revealing your nude body. Sinking slowly into the hot water, the sensation of heat traveled throughout your being. You took your time getting used to the pool of warmth, making gracious moves to familiarize yourself with the temperature and size of the domain. Momentarily wrapped into a warm blanket of water before you could be covered in the embrace of your sunny beau.

As you looked around, the space was stunning; a subtle but luxurious set up outdoors littered with banzai and bamboo trees all around the wooden barriers. The stones around the water resembled ashy grey marbled crystals, exquisitely scattered. Swishing in the water, you laid onto a pile of smoother rocks. The rocks were gracious to your back as you rested against them. As you reached comfort, the blond-haired man entered the serene environment. His beam caught your attention as he admired you from outside the water. Your smile allured him as your fingers motioned for him to come closer. Not wasting any time, Mirio recklessly dived into the steamy water.

Face colored in horror as he sloshed his way to you, still smiling. Mirio used his body to cloak yours as he grabbed your ass, sneaking a kiss to your cheek. "Who knew you could make the water look so good, Sunflower."

"Since we took that long shower last night, you don't remember?"

"Perhaps, but every shower you take is noteworthy."

You giggled softly in his embrace as he chuckled in response. Hearing his laugh was too divine, while the smile on his face is sickly sweet. He pulled you by your waist, eliminating the space in between you and his muscular figure. He feels warmer than the pool of water you are standing in. You look up to allow him to peck your lips, his index finger traces your jawline, thumb tickling your neck with subtlety. The touch is simple but intensifies the pleasure forming between your legs. He pays attention to your face, knowing it's hard for you to hide your need for him.

"Are you that anxious to be touched?" His question was hiding a seductive undertone. He peers into your eyes while holding your waist with his other hand, pulling you into his thighs, not shying away from how you're making him feel. His hardon grazes against you, "Can't say you're alone in that, my love."

He trails his hands down your body, kneading his fingers into your inner thighs, rubbing any tension he knows the masseuse didn't work out. The motions are gentle but firm as he hums a little tune. It's corrective in further easing your mind. Mirio came closer to your ear with his hums, placing sensual kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck. Freeing one hand, he takes your breast in his grasp, lightly pressing into it. The grip is just how you like it as he pulls his lips away from your neck and hunches over to meet your nipple with his tongue. The first flick leads to a sharp breath of air. He sucks in your supple flesh circulating your sensitive nerves.

Drowning in the feeling of him touching you, it's reminiscent of the first time you became intimate, and your body is over the moon. His other hand cups your free breast as he smothers them in the kisses they deserved when he wasn't able to see you and had to heal. Mirio's sensuality builds within as he's already beading precum from his love throbber. The eagerness to touch you as he feels your heart beating out your chest eggs him further, challenging himself to grab both with one hand as he rubs your inner thigh in circular motions.

Too anxious to neglect or half-ass any part of your body, he brushes against your dripping essence, still rubbing circular motions into your thighs, pulling his right hand back close to your face, "I know I'm keeping you in suspense, Sunshine. But I can't control how much you're affecting me right now."

Staring into his eyes, you saw a light that was once dimmed, almost dying to a burning lustful glaze. Nearly intimidating as his hands roamed all of you since he could no longer pay attention to just specific parts of your body, he made a swift move to lift you. No longer on your feet, your legs rest at his sides as he pulls you close. Your legs wrap tightly around him as he places kisses between your nipples, breasts, and neck. Airy moans leave your lips that only he could hear, purposefully grazing his ear with your sweet sounds. Heightening his sense and forming goosebumps on the traps of his neck and ongoing down his arms. A deep grunt escapes from Mirio's thin lips as he balances himself with you.

You rub the back of his neck, a trigger that always sets him off. He breathes in through his nose controlling his urges. Whether the reason is the way you would tip-toe to do it, the feel of your hands caressing him or the glow within your eyes that makes him grip you carefully. No way would he drop you, but you could feel his urge to melt. While preparing you for what's been on his mind since entering the luxury hot spring, he prods you with his cock. Pressing into your bud to tease, almost tickling. Still breathing down the side of his neck, you whimper, "Mir, please..."

"Nice try my sunshine, I'm just feeling how ready you are for me, I'll give you exactly what you want."

Deliberately and poise is the impact Mirio places into the junction of your thighs. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder blades, daring to bite at his shoulder to make contact quicker. His thrust made the perfect adjustment to your sopping core. You are gasping harshly into a sensual moan, as he licks the side of your neck behind your ear. The sensation makes you shiver close to him.

"Damn, Sunshine, you're sucking me in. I feel so connected to you."

"I agree, baby. Now, are you gonna move?"

A low chuckle escapes as he grins, "You're so greedy."

His thrusts are scarce as he relishes your inner muscles squeezing onto him tightly, refusing to let him go. Without warning, Mirio thrusts deeply within you. You grip onto him tightly as he licks the sensitive spots on your neck. The thrusts match how quick his hips roll into you, stretching your flower out with ease. The muscle memory of him coming into play as the sensuality leads to chill all throughout your body and hardening your nipples.

Mirio's passionate grunts reverberate through your ears, sending the shock waves straight to your silk igloo. The divinity in hearing them makes your moans louder and higher in pitch. He holds onto your frame like he'll lose you all while hitting your cervix, insanely intoxicating. Your legs tremble as you feel your body ready to give out.

"I hope you're not trying to cum just yet, my Sunflower." Pushing his cock further into you with each bounce, fucking you speechless. "I haven't even fucked you into every nook and cranny here."

His voice in your ear made your pussy turn into a waterfall. The sloshing rampage in your pink pearl wouldn't stop as Mirio kept a pace matching each broken moan coming from you. Your thighs were a clear indication when the coil within you read itself to be snapped. There was no letting up and stopping yourself from crying out his name or how hard the pounding jogged your brain.

With his rod expanding within you by another inch, you knew he was close. Readjusting his hands to grip your thighs, not before a playful smack to your ass. You wasted no time hooking one of your arms behind his neck before he pounded your flower. Too delicious to feel anything but pleasure, reaching your peak, you take soft nibbles into his shoulder in hopes for the coil to pop and overrun you into oblivion. Your body shivers within his hold as your cup begins to overflow. You grasp desperately to Mirio as he maneuvers your body to bounce on top of him, continuously smacking your ass.

You jolt from each smack as you tighten around Mirio's love rod, making less than unintelligible noises. His smirk is hidden from you, but you know it's there as his voice reaches a level of cockiness, "I feel how close you are, Princess."

No time to respond with a smartass remark, you're too enveloped in the sensations given. Short of breath, eyes closed tight as your chest tightens, the pressure rises until it's too much to bear, alluding to the build-up of your cream canal. The coil pulled so tightly finally snaps, as your body unravels within your buff boyfriend's arms. The orgasm hits and sticks, achieving the takeover of your nerves and sinking your body low into Mirio as he finishes inside of you, spreading both your cheeks to gain control.

His growl fluttered your pussy as he filled you with his seed, his hands imprinting your pert ass as the force of his thrusts stopped his touch from being gentle at the moment. You wince from the impact of his tense fingers against your supple skin, knowing a bruise will linger soon. You let out a deep gasp as you stare at your boyfriend. He regains composure quickly while holding you, making a noble face, with a goofy smile as he stares back. You shy from him as his face is too angelic compared to what you just finished doing.

"Hey babe, could you let me down?"

"Of course, Beautiful."

He rests your feet back into the warm, soothing water. You cup his face gently, pushing him into the corner where your towels and bathrobes laid. Your legs wobble as you push him back onto your robes, eager to drop to your knees. The water rushes through your thighs, tickling you, sensationalizing your clit in the process. There's no other way to stop it than to stand, and yet as you're steady in crouch form, your mouth envelops onto Mirio's love rod. A sharp gasp escapes and a fist clenches as he restrains himself from pushing your head down.

His gasps are loud with each soul-suck you perform, even yelling out your name at times. Surely some neighbors are above and below, but there are not enough hands in the world to cover your lover's mouth. He stares intently at you as his throbber expands with each slurp you provide. You return his gaze, his face is overly flushed as he calls out to you, fiercely.

"Fuck, you look amazing, babe. Your eyes are so beautiful." The passion he feels within achieving all the pressure you put and knowingly feel like he's curling his toes underwater. He's so close you can feel his balls twitch, even his growl is becoming more prominent. You push to get him to finish in your mouth, and yet he advances beforehand, raising your mouth off his cock and turning your body around to lift you and rest your tush onto his wide thighs.

"Not so fast my Sunflower, I'm not ready to blast off." Mirio easily controls your body, keeping your frame close to his throbber near your slit, dripping with essence, causing him to slip in with ease. You gasp in unison as your rosebud tightened around him, "Damn, there you go sucking me in."

"At this rate, I have to make you scream and shout to the whole world." Wasting no time, Mirio planted your face down, ass up into your robes while still inside you leaving little time to react.

Without warning, he propelled deep into your dripping flower. The impact indeed rough was enticing as he bent over close to your ear, breath huffing as he kissed your neck. Jittery to your sweet spot being acknowledged, he stands to smack your ass listening to the echo through the resort. It's enough to rattle you into oblivion. His hips roll fiercely into you as if the spanking was the sound to begin a race: Whether it was against himself or you was the mystery.

On the verge of tears, you felt your body surge with mighty ripples of water controlled by earthquakes. A well-acquainted feeling, and yet it was estranged. You murmured how close you were, and Mirio's grunts shook you to your core, tightening around him. He groaned rather harshly as he smacked your ass again, loading you up with all of him. The coil within you once again burned, binding brashly.

"Babe, I can't hold back," Your legs tense as each of your moans shudders out your full lips, "You feel so fucking good."

The master of positions, he places you onto the flat surface of the hot tub. His intent to drive you mad working as his hands lay firmly at your sides, to rub into your thick, soft ass. He holds you from behind, drilling his love rod into you deep. Your pussy clenches to him with unfailing devotion, as your final moans end your build-up. You stretch your hands out to grab Mirio's wrist as he deeply grunts for the last time as he finishes inside of you again. His cock twitches with ferocity as he clenches your hips. His breaths graze the back of the neck roughly, you stand slowly to gather feeling back in your legs.

Your body tries to adjust to the position as you stretch as high into the sky as possible. But your thighs hysterically give out, and you stumble into the embrace of Mirio. He's holding you from behind with a tired, yet satisfied smile. It's enough to release a light chuckle as sweat drips from his now messy hair. You lean back onto his chest with a huge exhale.

"Did I go overboard, Sunshine?" He crossed his arms around your waist.

"Not at all, you went above and beyond. I can stand now, but when we get back to the room, I think I might pass out."

A hearty laugh erupted from your blonde beau, loud enough to echo, and you could have sworn you saw a tear from his cobalt eyes. The vibration of his laughter traveled to his chest, feeling like the ground under your feet would crumble, jumping your heart rate. 

"I'm sorry for laughing, Princess, but I just think you're so funny."

"What did I say that made you laugh?"

"The fact that you thought you would be sleeping when we're back at the room."

AFK (Away From Keyboard)

A/N: My contribution to September’s first Freaky Friday (18+). New icon, who dis? I worked non-stop on this story; hopefully, y’all like it!

Pairings: Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Quarantine Blues

Word Count: 3.4K

Quarantine hasn't been easy on you. You lost your job due to your line of work not being considered 'essential.' Although bummed about it, because it was a means to an end, you remembered the times you complained about the work and how some other workers didn't treat you fairly.  But the realization of being home with your fiance, Mirio, had sparked comfort. Until you found out, he still had to work.

The pain of having to stay home alone while your sunny beau worked 24-Hour shifts every other day, saving lives as he remained one of the most reliable Firemen in Japan. You felt the sadness and loneliness from him not being home for so long. And most days, you stayed in bed, too sad to move around the empty home.

With time, you habitually set a routine, eat, sleep, check social media, then back to sleep. Until you came across a group chat accepting all and any fans of a game you fancied, it had been some time since you played, not having the energy to drag your ass out of the plush, king-size bed. You pondered whether to grab your laptop from your dusty work bag in the corner of your bedroom. Or to make the trip to your living room with your HQ computer.

Of course, you went for the latter. Throwing on your robe, walking to the living room seemed like a long trip, but sitting at the master computer made your nerves settle. Starting up the machine, you fiddle with your phone chatting with your new-found internet friends. After logging in, the rest was history.

You spent so much time online that the days where Mirio was home and not tired that you were too busy gaming to stop—practically ignoring him as he came within close contact of your hunched over body. You became a complete zombie to your favorite game that no longer became your hobby but now your never-ending job.

You clocked in and out, only being away from the screen to rest and use the bathroom. It became a problem that even Mirio could see; he didn't want to press the issue so harshly since he knew how the long hours had affected you, but seeing how less attention he got when home for more than 8-hours became troublesome.

Tonight, Mirio came home earlier than expected, his high energy shone throughout the home, yet you didn't flinch from your spot. Too focused on the glowing screen, to look his direction as he creeps up onto your left side with a delicate, yet tender kiss to your temple.

"Good evening, my love, have you eaten?" His bouncy, upbeat voice knocks you out of your trance.

You look up at him with low energy, replying with a mumble, "No."

"That's too bad, but no worries, I'm gonna order some food. Do you know what you want?" He walks away, fiddling with his phone, taking off his work uniform simultaneously.

You shrug with a monotone groan, your new way of saying that you have no preference. In case Mirio can't hear you, you utter louder, "I don't care."

"Okay, Babe, well, I guess I'll get your usual favorite." His grin is apparent when he speaks, playing off not getting acknowledged the way you used to before finding your obsessed hobby turned job.

You nod without notice and clack away at your keyboard, enamored in the chatroom. You occasionally smile while grabbing for your gaming controller; you're ready to start up another game as your group chat invites you. Happily obliging them, you've been added to the team and play a couple of rounds.

So focused on the game, you didn't hear your blond beau answer the door and walk to the kitchen as he carried two substantial brown paper bags with handles. He deftly set the bags onto the island counter, pulling out each takeout container with the same enthusiasm.

"Hey, Babe, dinner's here!" Your Sunshine called out to you from the kitchen.

Glued to your computer screen, you stammer, "O-okay, Babe, I'm coming."

Lying through your teeth, you sit unfazed by the world around you and only concentrate on what's in front of you. It is a crucial time as you're close to completing the umpteenth goal, your posture struggling as you slouch near the monitor to see better.

The site is genuinely unbecoming and catches Mirio's eye; he comes from behind, hugging you while grabbing onto your wrists. The sudden warmth shocks you but doesn't stop your fingers from shifting. A huff leaves Mirio's breath, tickling your neck's nape as he moves closer to its left side. His large hands grip your controller, nearly covering yours. It's vexatious, to say the least, your quest is near completion with an unbeatable high score.

Even with his hands on yours, you still maneuver the controller, eager to finish. No longer connected to your headset, you feel the sunny man nuzzle his nose close to your ear. A sensitive, weak spot that he's using as a means of leverage. Goosebumps emerge from your neck to your chest down to your arms as you try your best to overlook the familiar sensation.

A slightly annoying groan buzzes out his throat as you feign his attempts to distract you. He applies the slightest pressure to your hands, where you're no longer in control of your joypad movements.

"Since you're not ready to eat yet, I'd thought I'd help you instead." He smiled warmly, yet you felt on edge. "Don't worry, Babe, I got this!"

As you slightly turned to look at him, he portrayed a game face. He seemed confident to beat your current quest, his hands moved as if he knew what to do, so you relaxed. Turning back to the monitor, you watched in the marvel of his hidden gamer skills; he maneuvered so flawlessly that you were shocked. Until he died, on your last life, sending your game character to the loading screen.

"Mirio, what the hell?" You squeal in annoyance, louder than expected. "That was my last life!"

He musters out a roar of laughter that only infuriates you further as you cross your arms with a huff. "Aw baby, I'm sorry. I thought I had it, but it turns out I didn't know the controls that well."

He cuddles you close to his warm chest, still resisting his advances, he snuggles you tighter than his original bear hug. You try to wiggle your way out of his loveable grip as he chuckles at your efforts. He pulls you away from the master computer, using the handles on the rolling game chair you bought together one weekend. 

He turns the chair around to survey your irritated, flustered face. "Hey, don't be mad. I just wanted to enjoy the game just like you. I see how enthralled you've been and wanted to see what the hype was about."

You're silent with a bratty pout on your lips, which he doesn't take seriously and plants a brief, loving kiss onto your forehead. He beams as he gets a better look at you: You grabbed one of his firemen in training sweatshirts earlier that day after taking a shower.

"I see that my Sunshine couldn't help but to represent me while I'm away at work." A sneaky grin stretched across his scruffy, blond stubble.

"If I told you I grabbed anything just to get closer to playing my game, would you believe me?"

"No, I wouldn't," He chuckled, "I know how much you miss me when I'm away."

His stare was a tad intense after finishing his reasoning, catching you off guard. Your antics of irritation cracked as you dropped your arms and rested your hands onto your thighs. You couldn't crack a smile; all the days blurred into one as you couldn't fathom being alone at home. That loneliness you ran away from came back to spill all of your secrets.

"You're right." Little droplets of water left your eyes, "I've missed you so much. I know that you're busy saving the world one fire at a time, but since this Quarantine, I've wished for us to be together, not that I wanted you to lose your job. I just wanted us to spend more time."

"I've been suffering in silence, not knowing what to say to you as you asked me if I was okay. I thought I could get better all by myself, and yet nothing was enough." You were sobbing between words, no longer able to keep your composure. "I finally dragged myself out of bed, trying to get comfortable. And I got carried away."

You wiped your eyes of tears, focusing on your breathing as much as possible. Trying not to draw out a panic attack, you felt a warmth come from all over. Mirio held you close to him, undistracted by you sitting in the chair. He exhaled heavily, kissing the side of your face with regard.

"I'm sorry that you held on to all that pain, Sunshine. It was never my intent to make you feel alone." He held onto you tighter, "There's not a minute, no, a second that passes by, that I don't think about you. "

The warmth from his burly arms and chest eased your heart, feeling safe and wanted. Your soon-to-be husband readjusted his hands to lift you out of the gaming chair. With a gentle grip, you were in his arms, cradled close to his chest. The blond looked down at you with a passionate smile, producing your heart to skip a beat. Mirio carried you bridal style until entering the bedroom you shared, considerately laying you down onto the bed. With so much space on the mattress, you wondered why you were the only one laying on it. Glancing upon your love near the footboard, you recognized his exact mood.

"Please, let me show you how much I've missed you." He slowly unbuckled his pants, "I've had so many thoughts about what I wanted to do to you."

His look went from lighthearted to a serene, sensual gaze. It's as if laying you on the bed changed his demeanor, creating a severely lustful tone to the air. Laying on the mattress, you felt yourself go into heat, just staring back at the blond beau. His face colored an incredible hue of pink as he pulled off his shirt, too impatient to keep it on any longer.

You stare in awe as the man of your dreams crawls on top of you. Bunching up the sweatshirt, he pushes the fabric up above your breasts set to litter them and your lips with fleeting kisses, prolonging your divine flesh cavern. Your peaks are between his callous hands as his nose pokes at your abdomen, inhaling their essential fragrance. You giggle under your breath at his prickly stubble tickling your skin.

"I've missed your pillows so much, Sunshine." He muffles, erupting laughter out of you. "Yeah, get all your giggles out now, Baby. Because in a moment, I'm gonna make you holler."

Kisses trace down your body, along your hips; although his kisses feel like a rush, they're thorough in savoring every part his lips touch and occasionally sticking his tongue out to lick the bare sections of your stomach. A gasp gets caught in your throat, and Mirio groans in response. It's evident; your body's pleasure gets handled like a refined, care package.

Reaching the waistband of your generic bottoms, he slid them off with little consideration of the fabric. No protest whatsoever as to his tug at your dainty boyshorts hastened another groan to his lips. His eyes glimmered, looking at your panties, admiring the soft, satin-like material popping out so lovely onto your skin tone.

"It's like you wore all this to taunt me, Sunshine." He chuckled under his breath, "Now you're in for it."

A hastily gentle pull to your panties made for a head-turning transformation, looking at Mirio now between your legs with his slippery, wet tongue on your pink pearl. Your thighs clamped shut onto his head as he feverishly licked at you with no hesitation as if the goal to make you cum was more important than breathing.

Your short breaths turned into loud gasps and moans, echoing the room with a ringing back into your ears. Your audio sent shockwaves through Mirio, pushing him to keep going and not stop until you made a mess around his mouth. Quick licks to your clit hardened your core so tightly you felt your stomach would resemble your blond hero's abs.

"You taste, so divine, my love."

Each word between each lick set out to destroy the sanity within you. The overstimulation drives you over the edge into massive wails as you try to push Mirio's head from between your legs. His grip moves from your hips to your thighs firmly. The warmth of his palms settles your need to keep him from helping you reach paradise.

That doesn't stop the sweat from dripping off your body or your bud from pulsing between his soft, thin lips. Reaching your peak, you clench onto his hair, moaning out his name, "M-mirio!"

Calling out to him made his tongue go into turbo mode. And with no warning, united two fingers into your slippery, silk igloo. A luxurious howl left your lips as you focused on your breathing, no longer holding onto his hair, but your breasts. Pinching at your nipples caused Mirio to look at you with concupiscence. His thick fingers were less than forgiving as you contracted around them and squirmed.

The tension building within your core couldn't manage the pumps advancing in you or that relentless tongue belonging to your sunny beau. Ready to burst, you cry out, "I need to cum!"

Nothing could prepare you for the orgasm you had: with eyes clenched closed and legs spread wide, hands clenched to the bedsheets, you blasted a grand amount of squirt infused cum out of your body.

Mirio's eyes widen as he pulls back to flick your clit back and forth using his right hand, spraying your love juice all over the sheets. Pushing out your last robust grunt before your legs collapse. Your breath hitches in your throat as you attempt to catch your breath.

"Damn, Sunshine, that was amazing." Mirio sits up, looking down at your worn-out body. His attraction for you gets the best of him as he puts his fingers in his mouth while keeping eye contact, "You even taste amazing too."

An arousing shockwave stings through your body as you look back into his beautiful, cerulean eyes. With little energy, you roll your index finger for him to come closer to you. He leaps at the opportunity, mushing his still wet face onto your sweaty one, scattering kisses over your lips and neck. He positions your legs for his love rod to glide into your aching junction in the moment's heat.

"Are you ready, Beauti-"

"-Yes, Mirio, don't make me wait any longer."

Your seductive face said all that your muscular fiance needed to hear. He slid his charmer in painfully slow, observing your hungry gaze, urging him to get harder and bottom you out immediately. Grunting in unison, came right after as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed along his exposed neck, making light nibbles along his right side.

"F-Fuck."

His hips pivot into you, and a light moan fled your mouth as you prepped for his roughhousing. Leniency out the window as the sloshing from your essence screamed 'keep going!' to your blond hunk. So he obliged you: Acting as a home decorator, rearranging your furniture with each thrust. Your brows furrowed from the sensual pressure placed inside as you looked back into his eyes; the smirk on his equally sweaty face was too smug. Your face was always a dead giveaway to how much you enjoyed him; these nights were no different.

"Tell me how much you love when I'm deep inside you, Baby."

"Don't make me say it, Mir-, I'm a-already showing you." The heat was going straight to your head as he put you on the spot. If you could hide your face, you would.

"Oh no, my Sunshine. You don't get to avoid this." He raised his body off your frame, lifted one of your legs to sit up straight on his bulky chest, grinding into your junction with a rapid, rugged motion.

All words escaped you; keeping up the pace was all too hard as he rolled his hips into you, ruthless and playful all at once. The grip on your leg firm with each pump is very calculated and delicate. licking his lips, he asked, "Will you admit it now?"

Tucking in your lips, you shake your head in detest. It was unbelievable, and Mirio knew it; his chuckle echoed through the bedroom, "Okay."

Positioning your legs to point west from his Adonis belt, he maneuvered himself to stay connected to your golden arches. His last straw and ultimate trump card, fucking you from the side as he smiled from above you. The position relative to hitting it from the back, but with enough spine power, you can see your firemen in action. The clutch to your waist always took you for a ride, a prime example of your fiance's strength and control.

Soaked was an understatement as your muffled whines turned into hoarse wails of satisfaction. Just when you thought you lost your voice after the lip service, your ass bouncing off Mirio's skin flute created an orchestrated symphony of lovemaking reverberating through the house. Your neighbors would have to understand; there's no holding in how incredible this sexual bond is.

"I concede, Baby." While holding onto his forearm, you passionately gawk, "You feel so good deep inside of me!"

Self-satisfied, his movement accelerated, "That's what I like to hear, Sunshine."

The harmony of skin slapping, your juicy cream canal is sloshing against his cock, the various moans and grunts you're exchanging, setting you on edge. His eyes have a deep blue gaze, leaking of an overly seductive spirit.

"Fuck, Sunshine, I'm so close. Tell me how bad you want me to pound your pretty pussy, and I will."

"Mirio, please," You grab onto one of his hands, freeing them from the grip on your thigh and placing his thumb into your mouth while sucking it, "Put my fire out."

Ironically igniting him with a trump card of your own, his pace heightened past your comprehension. Once again, your coil wound up, becoming tighter with each thrust, unbearable to endure for another moment and remaining to suck Mirio's thumb in hopes of feeling sweet deserved deliverance. The pounds from Mirio's powerful thighs were likening heavily wooded paddles sure to leave a mark.

A charge of sexual energy swelled between you two as your bodies went into a complete frenzy. The hand on your thigh moved up onto your waist with more intensity placed to your backside and your core getting the brunt of it all. Feeling Mirio expand and twitch inside indicated how close he was, and your coil had just snapped. Mirio pulls out of you, shooting his load all over your ass and thighs.

The warm puddle of white gold spills over to the front of your leg, trickling down your thighs; you watch as your fiance readjusts himself, "Shit, that was a lot. Let me get a cloth."

Less gracefully, he rolls off the king-sized bed disappearing out the room and returning with a stack of baby wipes. The cleanup is gentle and thorough as you smile at him, still savoring your orgasm. He throws them away into a trash bin near his nightstand, noting to flush them later. He crawls behind you, cradling your naked body close to his. You're melting within his embrace, feeling complete comfort.

"You know, Babe," He rubs your thigh soothingly as you quietly hum, "You didn't tell your teammates what happened after you died."

"Well, I can tell them tomorrow, no big deal."

"Well, you're right, but what if I told you, you weren't on mute?"

Your eyes shot open, "What?"

"I'm kidding, Babe! You unplugged your headset, remember?"

"Mirio, my heart just dropped to my ass, please don't scare me like that."

His familiar laugh vibrated through the room, "Sorry, Babe, I couldn't help myself! Are you ready to eat now? We've worked up quite the appetite."

He lazily winked, you giggled and nodded, "I hope you got my favorite!"

"So you heard, nothing I said when I got home, huh?"

"I didn't say that." You try to hide your face, resulting in Mirio tickling you into admitting it.