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first times (shoto todoroki x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader x !virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, shoto's surprisingly good at oral, absolute feast KING word count: 3,199 A/N: getting flustered writing my own shit smh... part three is here! who knows... next chapter might be home base, might not get there yet (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

part one | part two | part three |

part four | part five

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Kaminari and Mina knew about the budding relationship between you and Shoto, though you weren’t sure if “relationship” was the right word. the morning after the party, Shoto had given you a gentle kiss and left for work, telling you to get more sleep and promising to see you soon. since then, finding time alone with him had been difficult due to conflicting schedules and group outings. you’d resigned yourself to waiting for him to reach out when he was ready.

tonight, you sought relief with the Bakusquad at a local bar, needing a break from the stress and emotional turmoil surrounding Shoto. the first sip of alcohol brought a soothing release, easing the tension on your shoulders. the Bakusquad had taken over a large corner table, deeply immersed in a card-based drinking game. Mina was animatedly explaining the rules to an intrigued Bakugo, Kaminari was already half-drunk and cheering loudly, while Kirishima and Sero exchanged jokes.

you slid into the seat next to Mina, finding immediate comfort in her presence. noticing your subdued mood, she gave you a sympathetic smile and asked, “rough week?”

you nodded and took a sip of your drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol settle in. “yeah, you could say that.”

Kirishima flashed a wide grin and said, “you’re in the right place to forget your troubles. we’ve got games, drinks, and plenty of distractions.”

despite the lively atmosphere, your thoughts kept drifting back to Shoto. the kiss he had given you felt distant, overshadowed by uncertainty and anxiety about his absence.

Sero, noticing your distracted demeanor, leaned over and asked, “everything alright? you’ve been pretty quiet.”

you forced a smile, trying to mask your inner turmoil. “just thinking about stuff. it’s been a weird few weeks.”

Sero nodded in understanding. “sometimes a night out with friends is the best medicine. we’re here for you.” he gave you a comforting hug, his support momentarily easing your concerns.

just as Sero’s arms tightened around you, the bar door creaked open, and Shoto stepped in. his gaze immediately locked onto Sero’s embrace, and his steps faltered. Sero’s hands were placed lower than casual, lingering in a way that made Shoto’s chest tighten.

the way Sero patted your back, holding the touch just a moment too long, triggered a wave of jealousy in Shoto. memories of your conversation about being intimate with a friend—especially the term "home base"—flashed through his mind, making him uneasy.

Shoto’s heart pounded as he tried to ignore the intrusive thoughts and focus on the reality of the situation. the image of Sero’s lingering hands and your indifferent demeanor was almost too much for him.

adding to his turmoil was the sight of what you were wearing: a short black skirt and a snug black tank top that highlighted your figure. the striking combination made Shoto’s heart race and seemed to strip away his usual resolve, drawing him towards you almost instinctively.

“y/n, you look beautiful tonight,” Shoto said, his voice cutting through the lively noise of the bar as he inserted himself into your conversation with Sero.

you turned sharply at the sound of his voice, eyes widening in surprise at his sudden appearance. “Shoto! what are you doing here?” you asked, your tone a mix of genuine delight and mild panic. you hadn’t anticipated his presence. and if you had known he was coming, you might have moderated your drinking.

“I invited him,” Kaminari chimed in from his spot at the table, his grin widening with a mischievous glint. “I figured Shoto might enjoy hanging out with us. right, man?”

“yeah, sure,” Shoto replied curtly, his attention fixed solely on you. his gaze was intense, almost burning through you. the way his eyes roamed from you to Sero and back again made you feel acutely aware of every movement, as if the air between you was charged with an unspoken tension.

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed under Shoto’s intense scrutiny. the thought that he might have noticed something about your interaction with Sero made you feel nauseous. the room seemed to shrink as Shoto’s gaze bore into you. despite your efforts to focus on Sero and keep up a smile, the bar’s easygoing atmosphere faded, replaced by an undeniable tension.

Sero, noticing the shift in your demeanor, cleared his throat and gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before standing up. “hey, I should get another round. Anyone else want something?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes flickering with curiosity.

“yeah, I’ll take another drink,” you said, trying to sound casual as you leaned into the table. “thanks, Sero.”

as Sero walked away, Shoto moved closer, his presence now uncomfortably close. he leaned in slightly, his voice low but unmistakably serious. “how have you been?”

you glanced up at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “I’ve been okay. just trying to unwind a bit.”

Shoto’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of something unreadable passing through them. “I see.” he paused, as if weighing his next words carefully. “it’s been a while since we talked. I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

you swallowed hard, the alcohol in your system amplifying the anxiety you felt. “yeah, I guess it has been,” you replied, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile. “things have been a bit hectic lately.”

Kaminari, oblivious to the charged exchange, rejoined the group with a fresh round of drinks. “hey, let’s play another game!” he announced enthusiastically, trying to lift the mood. “we’re just getting started.”

Shoto’s gaze flicked briefly to Kaminari before returning to you. he seemed to wrestle with his emotions for a moment before nodding. “sure, let’s join in.”

as the night drew to a close, you stood up from your seat along with everyone else, preparing to head home. the effects of the alcohol became more noticeable as you tried to steady yourself, and you swayed slightly. just then, a pair of hands gently gripped your shoulders, helping to keep you upright.

“need some company walking home?” Sero’s voice was kind as he held you steady. your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and before you could answer, you felt another set of hands on your arm.

“I’ll take her home, but thanks anyway, Sero,” Shoto said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. as your eyes darted between the two men, the tension between them was almost palpable. Sero looked uncertain, but Shoto’s expression made it clear that his decision was final.

“Thanks, Shoto,” you managed to say, trying to break the intense stare-down between them. Sero’s hands slipped away, and he gave a curt nod before turning to assist Mina with the very drunk Kaminari.

the walk back to your apartment with Shoto was marked by a heavy silence, each of you seemingly waiting for the other to speak. the quiet was almost oppressive, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

when you finally reached your door, you fumbled with your keys, the alcohol making the simple task more difficult. after what felt like an eternity, you managed to unlock the door, and Shoto followed you inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Shoto, listen—” you began, but your words were interrupted as Shoto gently but decisively pulled you back towards him. he guided you against the door, his hands placing themselves firmly on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“I’ve been thinking about you every minute of every day since that night,” Shoto’s voice was a low, intense murmur, each word resonating deeply and sending shivers cascading down your spine. the weight of his words seemed to envelop you, the air around you thick with the charged atmosphere of his confession.

“I’ve been thinking about you too, all the time,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as his face edged closer to yours. your breath hitched in your throat, the proximity making your heart race faster.

Shoto’s gaze softened but remained intense as he continued, his breath warm against your skin. “been thinking ‘bout all the things I want to do with you,” he whispered, his lips brushing gently against your jaw. the light touch of his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through you. “all the things I want to do to you.”

the tenderness of his words combined with the lingering kiss made your entire body tingle, caught between anticipation and the profound intensity of the moment.

“and what might those things be?” you whispered, breathless at the contact of his lips.

“let me show you.” he responded, biting down lightly on your neck. you groaned at the contact, your hands now wrapping around him to grip the back of his shirt. last time you’d taken the lead, but this time, Shoto was determined to show you what he wanted to do, if you allowed him.

he peppered kisses and love bites down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake that shot straight down to your core. his hands left the door to grip your thighs before he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around him. you gasped in response, already feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you.

“lookin’ so good tonight, as if you wanted me t’ see you looking beautiful.” Shoto murmured into your skin, his warm breath making your eyes flutter closed.

“I didn’t know you’d be there.” you told him.

“well, I’m glad I was.” Shoto said, moving his face so that you could see the intensity behind his eyes. “Sero looked like he was going to take a bite out of you.”

your face flushed at the notion, your suspicions about Shoto forming his own assumptions correct. “Sero’s not-” Shoto’s lips on yours interrupted you, and with a moan from your lips his tongue slid past them into your mouth.

“don’t wanna hear his name right now.” Shoto grumbled between kisses, pressing his hips into you fervently. he’d been needy ever since he’d felt your mouth around his cock, warm and inviting, and after not seeing you in so long he’d decided that he wanted to make you feel the same way.

Shoto broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more, before gripping your ass firmly to carry you away from the door. you thought he’d be aiming for your bedroom, but once you realized he was going for your kitchen table, you gulped.

he laid you down, splayed on the cool surface. his hands kneaded at your thighs as he looked down at you. “Sho, I don’t want your first time to be on a kitchen table.” you teased, trying to bring your legs closed. his grip tightening on your skin, forcing them to stay wide open.

“that’s not what I’m doing.” the realization hits you slowly, and you felt your pussy getting wet from the idea. how did he know about that? had someone told him? “you’re so pretty, all laid out for me on this table like my own personal feast.”

fuck, you never knew Shoto could talk this dirty, and it was doing things to you.

before you could question him, ask him how he knew what to do, his fingers drifted up your little black skirt. fingers dancing on the seam of your already wet panties. as if he could feel the heat radiating off of your core, he chuckled.

“’m glad I had that conversation with Kaminari. he told me exactly what to do so that I can treat you right.” Shoto murmured before hooking his fingers into the fabric separating him from what he wanted and pulling your underwear down your legs, discarding them on your floor.

“what else did Kaminari tell you?” you asked, suddenly surprised that your blond friend corrupted him further.

“he gave me the basics, the rest is up to me.” Shoto smirked down at you before leaning in and placing a hungry, needing kiss to your mouth. he nibbled at your bottom lip, and you opened to give his tongue access to stroke the roof of your mouth. as he kissed you passionately, his fingers drifted closer the heat between your legs that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

one swipe of his finger between your folds had you bucking your hips, his face flushing at the realization you were already slick for him.

“Sho.” you whimpered out between his lips, your hand fisting into his hair as tingles waved through your body.

“which base is this again?” Shoto teased, nibbling at your earlobe. you moaned as his single digit circled your hole teasingly.

“t-third base.” you managed to choke out as his finger began to slowly enter you. he slid it in with ease, and you clenched around him in response.

as he felt your soft, wet walls encase his finger, he sucked in a breath. he began to add his middle finger to his pointer, gently inserting both inside of you and watching as you closed to your eyes in pleasure. “am I doing it right, y/n? am I making you feel good?” he asked you, looking at your face which seemed to be in bliss.

“yes, yes Sho.” you moaned out, his fingers curling inside of your pussy.

as his fingers continued to open your hole, curling and scissoring it to find that soft spot Kaminari had told him about, he began kissing a trail from your collarbone down to the top you were wearing. before he could even ask, your hands came up and yanked the straps off your shoulders before sliding your top down along with your bra, revealing your breasts.

he bit his lip as he used his free hand to cup one of them, the skin soft underneath of his touch and your nipple perking in response. “so beautiful.” he murmured.

you could only watch as he parted his lips and brought them down to enclose your nipple inside, his tongue flicking over and causing your back to arch.

the sight of Shoto sucking and licking on your breasts, leaving a decently sized hickey on your skin, caused the heat in your stomach to burn hotter. he was so beautiful and as his eyes met yours you could’ve sobbed from the sight.

once he’d felt like he’d explored enough of your upper body, he peppered kisses down your stomach, until he kneeled at the end of the table to gaze upon your wet pussy sucking in his fingers.

he’d been told that some men found the sight to be weird, or even gross, but watching you take his fingers so well had his dick leaking in his pants. Shoto fumbled with his belt, ripping it off quickly and working to free himself from his restricting pants.

“watch me, y/n.” Shoto told you, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to take in the sight of him between your legs. he spit into his free hand before wrapping it around his cock. you almost came at the image that would forever be burned into your memory.

as Shoto stroked himself, groaning and twitching into his hand, he nipped at your inner thighs as he worked his way to where his fingers were disappearing inside of you.

he gazed up at you, locking eyes, before his tongue lolled out of his mouth and licked at the apex of your pussy.

you moaned loudly, body jolting in response. oh, he knew where the clit was. you were thankful for whatever Kaminari told him, or wherever he’d learned this, because your body was in fucking heaven.

“you taste so good.” Shoto moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers at the action. “should’ve done this sooner.”

“S-Sho…” you whimpered, your hand finding his mismatched hair and tugging on it lightly.

Shoto continued to work his dick in his hand while driving his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace. you pulsed around his digits and pushed your hips to meet his pace, the feeling in your gut growing more and more with every thrust into you.

“wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel, y/n.” Shoto told you as he licked circles around your clit, finding that gummy spot inside of you and swirling his fingers to stroke it repeatedly.

“you’re doing so good, don’t stop.” you groaned out, your breath stuttering with every blow to your g spot. “Sho, you’re… you’re gonna make me cum just like this.”

with your words, Shoto picked up the pace, not only becoming relentless on your clit but on his own cock, chasing his release as well. “cum for me, wanna taste it.” his voice sent vibrations through your core, and you felt your relief teetering on the edge.

with one last strike of his fingers inside of you and a fervent suck to your apex, the heat inside of you burst like an explosion. he felt you tighten around his fingers as you came, and the last string of resolve snapped inside of him, his own release washing over him as he came in his hand with you.

he worked your g spot continuously while you rode out your high, moaning out his name and tugging his hair ferociously as your hips rode his mouth.

when he finally felt pleased with himself and heard you panting, he released your clit from his mouth with a pop! and pulled his fingers out of you, letting you watch as he sucked your juices from them.

“holy shit, Shoto.” you murmured, trying to catch your breath. when he stood, you caught sight of his own cum glistening on his abs, proof that he’d enjoyed pleasing you. “are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“only with you,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against your skin as he slid his arms under your knees and back to lift you gently. “did I do well?”

you chuckled, your eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “better than good.”

Shoto’s face lit up with a smile as he carried you to the bathroom. he carefully set you on the sink, then turned on the shower, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. “I think we should get cleaned up, don’t you?”

you found yourself thinking with a smile that Kaminari would probably appreciate knowing he had taught Shoto aftercare.

once the water was hot and steamy, Shoto helped you into the shower. he expertly lathered soap onto a washcloth, gently scrubbing away the remnants of your earlier activities. his touch was tender, his movements slow and deliberate as he made sure to clean every part of you with care. after rinsing you off, he turned his attention to himself, ensuring he was just as clean.

as he tended to the bite marks he’d left on your breasts and neck, he treated them with gentle caresses and soft kisses, his lips brushing tenderly against your skin. each kiss was followed by a soft murmur of affection, his care evident in every touch.

you couldn’t help but feel that Shoto was sent to you by a very, very kind universe.

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first times (shoto todoroki x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP femreader x virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS: swearing, smut, mentions of masturbation, oral (m receiving) •◡ ◠ word count: 3,380 A/N: this will be a 3-4 part story, with each chapter building up in smut levels

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part four | part five

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as the night wound down and the loud laughter and clamor of dares faded into memory, the mess left by the boys was evident throughout your apartment. empty cups, discarded snack wrappers, and other remnants of the evening’s chaos littered the living room. one by one, your friends trickled out, their departure marked by sloppy goodbyes and promises to clean up later.  

Shoto was the last to leave, but instead of heading home, he stayed behind to help you tidy up. the two of you worked in comfortable silence, picking up the trash and putting things back in their places.  

as you were clearing the last of the cups that Kirishima and Kaminari had strewn across the coffee table, Shoto's voice broke the silence. “we didn’t finish our seven minutes,” he said suddenly, causing you to pause and turn to him.  

you gave a small, tired laugh. “technically, we did. we went well over the seven minutes, in fact.” you resumed picking up the cups. silently grateful that Bakugo had been persuaded to drive Kirishima and Kaminari home. 

Shoto, now standing next to you with a thoughtful expression, asked, “truth or dare?” 

you put down the trash bag you were holding and placed your hands on your hips. “truth.” 

“did you enjoy our kiss?” Shoto’s eyes were earnest as he awaited your response. 

“yes,” you replied, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. “truth or dare?” 

“truth,” Shoto said. 

“did you enjoy our kiss, Shoto?” you asked, returning his earnest gaze. 

“yes,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. “truth or dare?” 

“truth,” you said again. 

Shoto almost pouted. “no, pick dare. i have something in mind already, and you picking truth won’t work.” 

you chuckled at his display of frustration. “alright, fine. i’ll switch to dare.” 

“i dare you to let me kiss you again,” Shoto said, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. the weight that had settled on his chest since earlier in your room seemed to lift with his confession. throughout the evening, as he chose dare each time on the off chance he could kiss you again, he had participated in various childish dares with this one goal in mind.  

Shoto didn’t give you a chance to respond; instead, he gently cupped your face in his hands and pulled you closer. the sudden proximity made your breath catch in your throat, and your heart raced with a thrilling mix of anticipation and nervousness. as Shoto leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and longing that made you wish you could dissolve into his embrace. 

with a growing sense of confidence, Shoto guided you backward towards the couch, his lips never leaving yours. he maneuvered you both down onto the cushions, the kiss deepening as he settled beside you. this was a moment he had yearned for over a year, each time you worked together as pro heroes, his feelings only intensifying. he was determined to savor every second of this long-awaited connection. 

for you, the kiss felt like a puzzle finally coming together. it encapsulated everything you had felt from the moment you first recognized your crush on him, to the countless times you had called Mina, gushing about his small gestures and acts of kindness. now, it had culminated in this perfect, intimate kiss. 

the kiss was tender and gentle, embodying everything you had hoped for. Shoto’s touch was delicate, as if he were handling something incredibly precious. his lips moved against yours with a natural grace, fitting together like they were made specifically for this moment. 

after a few blissful seconds, Shoto pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. you slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze, and he could feel his heart swelling with affection. the warmth in your eyes told him that you saw him as more than just a hero, more than just Endeavor’s son.  

“so,” Shoto said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity, “when you talked about the bases earlier, you left one out.” 

you felt a deep blush spread across your cheeks as you realized what he was hinting at. “home base, right?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “i left it out because it’s... a significant step. it means going all the way with someone.” 

“making love,” Shoto said, his tone thoughtful. 

“yes, making love,” you confirmed, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. the way he spoke the words made the whole concept feel even more profound and intimate. it wasn’t fucking, or having sex, it was making love in his eyes.  

“how would that go?” Shoto asked, his question causing a warm flush to spread across your body. the thought of the next step made your heart race. 

“well,” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you fidgeted with your hands in your lap, “it would start with what we’re doing now, this closeness and intimacy. then, it would naturally progress to... more intimate things, like touching each other in more private places.” 

Shoto’s eyes darkened with an intense, sincere gaze as he said, “i would like to touch you elsewhere.” the boldness of his statement made your heart leap into your throat. did he fully understand the implications of what he was suggesting? 

“we can take things slowly, if that’s what you really want,” you offered, trying to steady your voice and manage your racing thoughts. 

“i’ve received plenty of advice from the guys,” Shoto said, his tone tinged with uncertainty. 

you chuckled softly, shaking your head at the absurdity of it. “okay, maybe don’t take all the advice those guys give you too seriously. they can be a bit... over the top.”  

Shoto’s earnest expression did not waver. “are you being serious about this?” you asked, wanting to be absolutely certain. 

he nodded; his gaze unwavering as he looked at you with deep sincerity. you couldn’t help but smile softly at him. “and you... want your first time, for everything, to be with me? not someone else you might consider more special?” 

“no one is more special to me than you,” Shoto replied earnestly, his heart pounding in his chest. he had discussed all the right questions with Midoriya, seeking advice on how to recognize true feelings and when the time was right. once he had his answers, he knew deep down that there was no one else he wanted to share these moments with. for him, you were everything. 

you drew in a deep breath, your cheeks flushed with the weight of his confession, the seriousness of the moment settling over you. "come with me," you said, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions. gently, you reached out, taking his hand in yours. with a purposeful but tender grip, you guided him away from the couch and towards the bedroom. 

once inside, you led him to sit on the edge of the bed, and he complied, his expression attentive and earnest. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, then spoke, your voice firm but reassuring. "i want to set some ground rules before we go any further. i’m going to ask for your consent before i do anything, and i’ll make sure to tell you exactly what i plan to do. if at any point something makes you feel uncomfortable, you need to let me know immediately. and if you ever want to stop, we stop, no questions asked." 

Shoto nodded, his gaze meeting yours with a look of understanding. "that all sounds fair," he said, his tone serious but calm. "where do we begin?" 

you sat down beside him on the bed, your hands instinctively resting over your chest as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. the excitement was almost palpable, making it hard to focus. "kiss me," you said softly, your eyes locked onto his. "right now, just do what feels right for you." 

to your surprise, Shoto’s lips crashed into yours much more forcefully than last time, like he was needier. and he was; if the dare hadn’t been erupted earlier, he wouldn’t have been able to slow himself down. he was touch-starved, a man hungry for more, and he wanted you.  

as he deepened the kiss, you heard the soft moan he let loose, sending heat washing through your body. with his lips parted, you took the chance to gently caress the roof of his mouth with your tongue. he practically melted at the action, leaning further into you.  

you continuously had to remind yourself that this was Shoto, someone who deserved tenderness and love, not just a way to get yourself off. but the way his hands were now gripping your waist and sending hot and cold sensations through your skin… it was driving you wild.  

for a moment, you pulled away, seeing his eyes still closed with his brows furrowed. “for someone who hasn’t done this often, you are very good at making out, Sho.” you tell him while trying to catch your breath. 

“what’s next?” he asked.  

your eyebrows raised in amusement. “what’s the rush?”  

“i’ve been imagining this for a long time, y/n.” when Shoto’s eyes connected with yours, you saw that his pupils were blown out, filled with a deeper desire than you could’ve imagined inside of him. 

while Shoto didn’t show any nervousness, you felt it growing more and more. you usually weren’t one to be shy, but right now everything felt different.  

“if you want to, we can touch each other while we kiss.” you tell him. “anywhere.”  

Shoto placed his hands further up your torso, looking at you for permission before you nodded. he leaned in to meet your lips again, feeling adrenaline rush through him. the feeling he got from kissing you was enough to drive him insane, an emotion he had never felt before beginning to build.  

your hands drifted from his neck to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palms. as you allowed your hands to lazily travel further down, his traveled further up, settling on your ribs and just below your breasts. when his thumb traced the line of your bra, you embarrassingly let out a moan, but to Shoto, it sounded like music to his ears. he took the chance to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter you and caress yours.  

“Sho.” you murmured, breaking away for a moment to catch your breath.  

“tell me what to do.” his voice came out hoarse and low, and his eyes pierced yours with a fierce determination.  

“you’re making it really hard for me to take this slow for you.” you laughed nervously, your body trembling under his gaze.  

“then don’t take it slow.”  

you blinked a few times, trying to register his words, hoping to kickstart your brain into high gear to figure out what to do. “Sho...” you breathed lowly. 

“i trust you.” Shoto interrupted, placing his hand over the one you had on his chest. “take the lead. please.” 

with his plead, the fire within you burned hotter than ever, and you quickly moved to straddle him on the bed as your lips connected with his once more. this time, he kissed you back feverously, like he felt the same hunger you did.  

“are you sure?” you asked, wanting to double check... maybe even triple check... that he wanted to do this. he nodded into your shoulder, a muffled mph coming from his mouth.  

the time passed by quickly, and the kiss grew until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted to show him what it felt like to feel pleasure, even downright damn euphoria. selfishly, you wanted to feel it too. you moved from his lips before starting to litter kisses along his jaw and down his neck, working your way down as your hands fidgeted with the bottom of his t-shirt. when he sensed what you were trying to do, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, almost making you gasp at the sight. 

his body could’ve been the work of a god.  

before you let yourself get flustered, you continued to pepper kisses in a trail from his neck, down his torso. with each kiss, you could hear his breath stuttering. “tell me something, Sho.” you whispered against his skin. “have you ever... touched yourself?” 

you looked up to find Shoto’s face turned pink, but he nodded in answer.  

“y-yes.” he stammered out. Shoto didn’t want to admit to you that he’d never done such a thing until he’d met you, until he’d realized what his feelings meant. he felt dirty thinking about those nights, when you’d visit him in a dream, and he’d wake up to a feeling in his stomach and an erection he needed to solve.  

“good boy.” you smirked up at him, and he could’ve imploded just from the look. he could only watch with anticipation as you worked to remove his belt, then undo the clasp on his pants. “i’m going to touch you here, like you’ve done yourself. is that okay?”  

again, he could only muster a nod in response. you gently pulled on his pants, dragging them down to his ankles and only leaving his boxers behind. you could see the growing erection under the fabric, and the thought of what was underneath made your mouth water. 

before you removed the fabric, you let you palm lay flat across his erection, sliding up it ever so gently. Shoto barked out a moan, and you felt pleased with yourself.  

“tell me to stop if you need me to.” you told him, but with his breathing already labored from one touch you doubted he would speak up.  

you placed a soft kiss on the top of the fabric, feeling his cock twitch underneath at the contact.  

as if on pure instinct, Shoto’s hand went to your head, working his fingers into your hair. he didn’t know what had driven him to do such a thing, but it felt right.  

with his apparent eagerness, you hooked a finger under the band of his boxers before tugging, sucking in a breath once his cock was released from the fabric. of course, shoto was beautiful, it made sense that his cock would be too.  

you felt a warmth pooling in your stomach, travelling down to wet between your legs. you lightly tapped his thigh, getting his attention and having him look down at you before you gently licked a stripe from the base of him to the top.  

his fingers gripped your hair, not so rough, and he hissed. fuck, his friends never told him it felt this good. every primal instinct inside of Shoto was screaming at him to pull your mouth down onto his cock and stuff your face. it took all his strength to restrain himself from fear of hurting you.  

“that f-feels...” Shoto stopped mid-sentence when you pressed your tongue flat against his tip.  

“talk to me, Sho.” you whispered, kissing his already leaking tip and taking his precum into your mouth.  

“don’t stop.” he whined, his hand fisting in your hair tighter than before.  

having Shoto beg in front of you sent dirty, wicked thoughts straight to your brain. you’d never walked someone through sex before, let alone something you deemed as simple as a blowjob, but seeing him coming undone before you drove you feral. 

you were done with the little kisses and licks you’d been giving him, finally deciding to take him fully. he watched with half lidded eyes as you opened your mouth and eased his tip past your lips, using your tongue to caress circles around it. Shoto’s head dipped back in pleasure, leaving you to take in more of him. 

fuck, you hadn’t realized how big he’d actually be. you struggled to lower your mouth over his cock, before you finally felt it hit the back of your throat. Shoto moaned at the feeling of his tip touching your throat. as gentle as he could, he bucked into your mouth, wanting to feel more. 

“holy shit, y/n.” he breathed, trying to keep his body from spasming out of control. the feeling of you taking him was delicious, and it was making his head swim. if he hadn’t been on the bed already, Shoto swore he might’ve passed out from pleasure. 

you worked your mouth up and down, slowly at first, to get all of him wet with your spit. with each bobbing motion you made, more moans spilled from Shoto’s lips. you could feel him twitching in your mouth every time your tongue stroked his leaking tip.  

to give your jaw a break, you pulled your mouth off him with a satisfying pop before letting your hands replace where you were. it took two hands, but with the saliva you’d left behind and his precum dripping, you stroked him gently, working his cock between your hands.  

“i feel hot all over.” Shoto murmured, one hand still on your hair while the other gripped at the sheet.  

“is this what you feel when you touch yourself?” you asked, looking up at him as he panted with every stroke. 

“y-yes. if you don’t stop, i think i might...” he moaned, breaking up his sentence, when you swiped your thumb over the soft spot between his shaft and tip.  

“cum for me, like you do when it’s your hand and not mine.” you instructed, before taking his tip back into your mouth but letting your hands work up and down his shaft, picking up your pace. 

Shoto began to thrust more wildly, unable to stop himself from almost fucking your face. a coil had formed in his stomach, and it was so close to being released. when he’d done this himself, it was pleasurable, but only a means to an end to solve an erection. now, what you were doing to him felt like heaven, your mouth a soft and warm rapture.  

he felt that heat in his stomach grow hotter and hotter, until it felt like it was burning. Shoto gripped your hair in his hand, lifting his hips to drive his cock until he felt the back of your throat, and only then did he feel that band within him snap. he let loose a load moan as he saw stars, shooting his cum deep into your throat and watching as you took every drop, gazing up at him with beautiful eyes.  

when he started to come down from his release, you pulled your mouth off his cock, licking up the last dribbles of cum before placing a gentle kiss on his tip. “how was that, Sho?” you asked, your face flush as you looked up.  

sweat gleamed on Shoto’s forehead and torso, his breathing heavy but his smile unwavering. that familiar grin, the one that made your heart skip a beat, was fixed on you. 

instead of speaking, he cupped your face in his hands, pulling you gently towards him. his lips met yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. between kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck, Shoto panted out, “that was amazing. you’re amazing.” 

you laughed softly into his mouth, your cheeks flushing at the compliment. “i’m glad you feel that way,” you replied, your voice warm and affectionate. 

as you both caught your breath, Shoto settled you onto his lap and ran his fingers through your hair. his voice was a gentle murmur as he nuzzled into your neck. “as much as i want you to show me more, i’m struggling to keep my eyes open,” he said softly. you chuckled, understanding his exhaustion.  

“let’s get some sleep, okay?” you kissed his forehead, before helping him to stand from the bed.  

as you changed into comfortable pajamas, Shoto merely pulled his boxers back on before climbing into your sheets, snuggling comfortably into one of your pillows. you climbed under the covers next to him before he pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist and having your back pressed against his chest.  

“show me more tomorrow.” Shoto whispered, kissing your shoulder before letting his head sink into the pillow. 

you blushed, but gave a lazy mhm in response, settling in comfortably next to him.  

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Link to Bakugo x reader here

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Link to Kirishima x reader here

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me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning always as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: over the clothes touching, sexually explicit wording, sukuna teasing per usual, palm grinding, i'm slow burn cock blocking y'all so no heavy smut

index part four | part six

part five word count: 1,659

"Yuji, the cookies are almost ready!" you called out from the kitchen. Yuji got up from the couch and made his way to the bar, eyeing the finished cookies.  

"does Nobara really need this many cookies?" he asked, reaching for one. you swiftly swatted his hand away.  

"she’s sick! who doesn’t love homemade cookies when they're under the weather?" you pouted. you hoped she would appreciate them, considering the effort you put in. flour was still smeared on your face from a minor mishap with the mixer.  

"shouldn’t you have made her some soup instead?"  

"Megumi's taking care of the soup. you and I are on cookie duty," you said, pointing your spatula at him with mock severity. "or rather, I'm on cookie duty since I did all the work."  

"hey, I'm delivering them!" Yuji protested, trying to sneak his hand towards the cookies again. you smacked it away once more.  

"I’ve got a batch baking just for us, so cut it out." you handed him the tupperware overflowing with cookies. "now just make the delivery, errand boy."  

Yuji saluted with a grin, taking the containers and heading out the door. you sighed, thinking that being friends with Yuji made you feel like a middle-aged mom. 

as you were in the middle of cleaning the counters, you heard the front door open and shut.

"back already? what did you do, run supersonic?" you asked, surprised to see Yuji return so soon.  

"what, did you miss me that much?" you heard a familiar voice, and you turned to see Sukuna grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the fridge.  

"Sukuna! didn’t expect you to be home until the crack of dawn," you joked, resuming your task of wiping down the counters.  

"aww, someone been dreaming about me at night?" he teased, moving to peek into the oven.  

"hey, those cookies aren’t for you," you warned as he started to open the still-warm oven. before you could stop him, he grabbed a cookie. "those are still hot, you idiot!"  

you reached out to snatch the cookie from Sukuna's hand, but he held it high above his head, just out of your reach. a smirk danced on his lips as he wiggled the cookie teasingly. with a huff, you jumped to grab it, but he quickly moved it to his other hand.  

what followed was a game of keep-away, with you practically trying to climb Sukuna to get the cookie while he skillfully kept it out of your grasp. 

“c’mon, don’t be an ass.” you snarked, and he rolled his eyes, bringing the cookie down to your level. as you leaned in to grab it, he swiftly moved it away. again.  

you did the first thing that came to mind and smacked his chest with both hands, but he didn’t flinch. Sukuna chuckled as he shoved half the cookie into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.  

determined, you reached out to snatch the remaining cookie from his teeth. just before you could make contact, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer.  

“what the hell do you want from me?” you snapped, though your blush betrayed your icy tone. 

with one hand gripping your wrist, Sukuna used his other hand to pull the now slobbery cookie from his mouth. “give me a kiss, and I'll share,” he said with a sly grin.  

“w-what?” you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. “why would i do that?”  

“you fought so hard for this one cookie,” he said, gesturing at the sweet in his hand. “but there’s more in the oven. why go to such lengths for something so small?”  

“I wasn’t... don’t be rude,” you replied, your breath catching. okay, maybe you hadn’t needed to touch him as much as you did during the struggle, but you couldn’t deny that it felt good.  

“just speaking the truth,” Sukuna said, pulling you closer. “what, scared to give me a little sugar?”  

“no.” lies. 

“then go ahead, and you’ll get some of my treat.” he seemed to be reveling in the way he was making you blush, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment.  

“fine,” you said, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. what you didn’t expect was for him to turn his face at the last second, catching your lips with his. a jolt of shock and electricity surged through you, both of you locking eyes in surprise. you were the first to pull away, your face burning red, and your breath almost completely halted. “what the hell was that?” 

“I said a kiss, not whatever chicken shit that was,” Sukuna shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and offering you a piece.  

no matter how hard you tried, your hand wouldn’t move to take the cookie. you stood frozen, staring at him in surprise.  

“aww, did I break your brain?” Sukuna teased, tapping his finger against the side of your head. “can’t say I'm not surprised that was all it took. must be pretty empty in there.”  

your lips pressed into a thin line, and you slapped his arm harder than you ever had before. “you’re such an absolute dickwad,” you snapped, delivering a second slap.  

as you went for a third, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t suggest you do that again,” he said in a low, serious tone.  

“why, what are you gonna about it?” you shot back, your brows furrowed in anger. “are you going to hit a girl?”  

you half-expected him to give you a light shove, knowing him. instead of the physical contact you anticipated, Sukuna’s hands moved to your waist and lifted you with ease, setting you down on the counter and grabbing your arms roughly.  

before you could protest, Sukuna’s lips crashed into yours. it was the exact opposite of what you’d expected, sending shivers down your spine.  

“this is what you get for teasing me, brat,” Sukuna murmured against your lips. you sucked in a breath.  

god, you were still so annoyed with him, but the burning sensation spreading through your body was different from your frustration. his lips felt incredibly good against yours, almost as if they encapsulated yours. 

when his hands moved from your arms and gripped your hips, you embarrassingly let a moan slip past your lips.  

“ah, there it is.” you could feel him smirk before his tongue darted into your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him in deeper. 

the younger you that developed a crush on him was practically pumping her fist into the air in victory right now. 

you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath and telling him, “’m still annoyed with you.” 

“but is it getting better?” Sukuna gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at your flushed expression. 

you didn’t want to answer, so instead you tugged him back into you, frustrated in more ways than one. with the amount of feelings surging through you, you nipped at his bottom lip a little too aggressively.  

while your mouths were a mess of tongues and pants, you fisted Sukuna’s hair in your hands and his own moved to grab your knees and push them apart. 

a shock split through you when you felt him palm your core through your pants. “Sukuna...” you moaned his name, already feeling intoxicated from his touch.  

“been wanting t’ see how innocent you were since the day you moved in.” Sukuna murmured, his hand rubbing against your heat harder. faster. deliberately driving you insane.  

“is this all you’re gonna do to figure that out?” you teased, panting into his neck at the friction his palm was creating on your clothed clit.  

“wanna find out?” he dared, and you nodded weakly.  

you were fully prepared to make a mess on the kitchen counter, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool out of you, even if it was a one and done thing. if it was just a point he wanted to prove you didn’t give a fuck.  

as the desire burned hotter within you, ready for him to remove every bit of your clothes... you heard a set of keys in the door.  

you quickly pushed Sukuna away, earning a chuckle from him, then jumped down from the counter and straightened your clothes. it had to be Yuji, you reminded yourself. you needed to look like you weren’t just grinding on his brother’s hand right in the kitchen. 

Sukuna leaned casually against the counter opposite you, watching as you scrambled to grab your discarded cleaning spray just as Yuji walked in.  

“Nobara was really grateful for the cookies. and if she says a few went missing, she’s lying,” Yuji said, shutting the door behind him. his gaze quickly shifted to you cleaning, with Sukuna watching from across the room.  

“the other cookies just came out of the oven,” you said, your voice coming out hurried and a bit strange.  

“bro, are you bothering y/n?” Yuji asked, giving Sukuna a disapproving look.  

without even glancing at him, Sukuna replied with a smirk, “yeah, I was bothering her real bad.”  

you choked on your own breath, coughing and blaming it on the cleaner fumes. “both of you. out of the kitchen. now,” you seethed, trying to hide the blush on your face as you ushered them both out.  

left alone with your own thoughts, you knew Sukuna just had to be doing that to get a rise out of you (which he did of course). he’d known about your crush, you told yourself, that was it.  

you tried to brush it off, chalking it up to him being a dick and wanting to embarrass you. but... what he’d said about wanting to do that since you moved in stuck with you.  

no. no Sukuna wouldn’t ever look at you that way. even if you so wished he would. 

fuck, you needed a cold shower—stat. 

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