#Not the greatest that I've written but it's a thirst quencher

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Those Shoes (Final Ch.)

Song Inspired: My Kinda Lover by Billy Squire

Notes: This chapter is kind of rushed, and is based more on the smut, and the future of the fic. Includes an OC that Rita, or @youtubequeens had created while we brainstormed <3

Warnings: This chapter has brief mention of non-consensual touching, violence, and consensual smut between two adults

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   Time had flown by fast since that night. Although you weren’t single, anymore, it had taken some effort for your mother’s employees and patrons to finally get the hint.

That hint happened very recently.

   The bouncers couldn’t match the fast pace that Tai had possessed, after you yelped in surprise at the sudden, unwanted pinch. Cue your scantily dressed partner in a frilly maid’s outfit, holding the gigantic offender in a fierce headlock, scowling out a growl as he dragged the squirming man near the door, furling him onto the ground in a show of dominance that left the crowd gasping and hollering.

  It didn’t take long for the bouncers to get the hint, grabbing the offender and tossing him out like trash. Of course, your mother gave the signal to her hired men that it was alright, winking at you as you felt yourself being tugged by Nemuri and Yu into the dressing room, making sure that you were alright, whilst teasing you mercilessly when you confirmed with flushed cheeks, that you were.

He was unaware of it, but the stunt that he pulled, left you feeling hot and flushed all over. Of course they didn’t let you live it down as they left you alone.  Cue in Taishiro, walking in as if he owned the place, fretting over you with kisses and light touching. With your reassurance that yes, everything was alright, the kisses became a little dirtier, and the touching became exploring.

 Of course there weren’t cameras in the dressing room, only in the fitting room, and he took in the knowledge to make an opportunity of your situation. You nodded your consent when he pulled away from you briefly to ask, and then sealed his lips flush against yours.

Hot, you felt as if a liquid fire had drizzled within you, as he bit and sucked at your bottom lip, silently asking for entry. You granted it when you felt his hand smooth up your leg, fingers inches away from your skirt as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth, whilst your fingers were threaded through soft yellow locks of hair.

  You couldn’t help but absentmindedly rub your thighs together as he ran his tongue against yours, giving it soft little suckles now and then as you trembled, feeling yourself ache considerably. He tugged a little at the skirt as he broke away first, leaving the two of you breathing heavily as drool collected on both chins. He wiped his face as his eyes gleamed with excitement, looking down at you as if you were a fine meal.

“Ya wanna continue?” He asked non-too bluntly, and you couldn’t help but nod, and he groaned with want.

“As much as it’s enticin’, we’ll get to the main course at home.” He looked as if he regretted the sentence, but looking at your desperation, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper in your ear, laving his tongue against the flushed lobe as he gave it a gentle suck, humming with approval at the whimper he pulled out of you as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly.  

“You have to wait, Baby-doll. The boys should be sleepin’ when their sitter leaves. We can continue this properly in the bedroom. That bein’ said,” His hand slid up your skirt, and your breath hitched as he leaned down to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“-it’s rude to keep a lady waitin’ for too long.” He let out a dangerous purr at your wanton moan, biting gently onto your skin as he guided curious fingers into the breach of your undergarments. You widened your legs more apart in relief as you felt him finally reach your folds, he sucked on your neck harshly when you bucked your hips, a silent warning for you to be patient.

Your obedient compliance was rewarded as thick, calloused fingers slipped past the lips, and cupped your soaked sex.

“Ya wanna cum on my fingers? Whet that appetite of yours, first?” He licked a hot, wet stripe against your neck, and you keened into a “yes”.

You were given little time, for he dipped his fingers to tease the tight muscle of your opening, gently with one hand, while his other hand that wasn’t near your soaked panties, opted to cup your ass, bringing you closer to him as he decided to resume tasting your mouth.

He swallowed your wanton cries with eagerness as he thumbed your clit, rubbing it rather gently as he slipped two digits in your relaxing opening. In an instant, you couldn’t help but tremble, holding him more closer to you as you felt yourself being stretched by curling, pumping fingers bigger than your own. He purred, breaking away from sucking on your bottom lip.

“You’re so sensitive, all tremblin’ an’ flushed.” Oh, the irony, you couldn’t help but think as his neck, ears, and cheeks were colored a deep shade of red, now.

“Y-you’re the same.” You mumbled out, and he chuckled, pecking your mouth.

“Yeah.” Was all he really could say as you bucked your hips, feeling the desperate itch only intensify after he stilled. Getting the hint, he scissored your inner walls, feeling you hug him, as if refusing to let go, and he groaned into your neck.

You bit your lip, holding onto him tightly as you bucked your hips, although hoping that nobody would walk in on you, you felt liquid heat pool within you at the thought, trying your best to cum as his breathing became louder, dampening your neck in hot gasps of air.

“Feel ya tightenin’ on me. That’s it, let loose, Baby. Know ya’re pent up.” He let out a mantra of words, and you did, stilling as you felt yourself tremble, hole fluttering and clamping against his digits as he let out a low, victorious groan from how tight that you were squeezing him. You didn’t realize that your eyes were squeezed shut, until you opened them to see him smiling ever so softly at you.

“You did so well, Honey,” He started, pulling his fingers out of your heated and soaked entrance, you felt a little empty, but words died in your throat as he brought his soiled hand to his face, slowly but surely sucking on the release that you’ve left behind.

“-tastes like honey, too.” His eyes glinted as you relaxed against him, feeling uncomfortable by your wetness as you climbed down from your climatic high. He leaned down and kissed you softly, before reluctantly breaking away.

“If ya wanna stay with me for the night, I’ll leave the door unlocked. We don’t hafta continue if ya don’t wanna.” He hummed, and you leaned up to give him a peck on the mouth.

“I’ll be there when I get dressed into my regular clothes. Mom won’t be bothered if I…take these home to wash.” You admitted rather shyly, and he chuckled.

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 You heavily ignored your mother, and told your friends where you were heading. Changing clothes, you walked out to meet him in his car, only to find that yes, he did change, but not into his normal clothes.

“Your teacher’s outfit?” You asked. He gave a lazy smile.

“First one ya’ve seen me in, Sugar. Thought I’d make it special.” He winked, and you smiled.

The drive to his house was quiet, but short. You were surprised on how little he cared about wearing his outfit in public, bidding the sitter farewell as he handed them some money, and basically dragged you into his bedroom.

“Ya wanna continue?” He asked.

“Yes.” You answered honestly. Giving your permission, he locked the door, and in an instant, was on top of you as your back was against the soft mattress, kissing you with fervor, kneading your still clothed breast as he drunk in on your gasps and pants.

“Strip for me.” He commanded after he broke away, looking at you expectantly. Your ache and the heat fired within your blood ate away most of your shyness, plus, you were very well acquainted with stares, but this time, you wanted it. You peeled off your clothes, shucking them on the side of the bed as you felt him eye you with that now-familiar raw hunger. Already, you wanted him to touch you, again, to warm up your cool chest, and relieve you.

“So beautiful.” He complimented, crawling his way towards you, slotting himself between your open thighs as he caressed your face rather gently despite the metaphorical nitrogen within the atmosphere, ready to consume the both of you. Your legs rested comfortably at his sides as you couldn’t help but notice the bulge pressing up against his miniskirt, creating a damp spot, causing you to buck against it. He gave a low hiss, biting his lip as he stared at your all-too hungry gaze.

“Uniform’s yer thing, huh?” He couldn’t help but ask. You shrugged a little.

“There’s a lot of things that I don’t really know.” You admitted almost rather shyly, and he kissed your forehead in reassurance.

“It’s alright.” Then, he gave a predatory smile.

“Lay back an’ relax, Darlin’. Lemme teach ya a few things.”

You couldn’t laugh at the joke. He was above you, wearing a blazer with unopened buttons and it’s sleeves rolled up, dampened miniskirt, and of course heels and stockings. His hair and eyes were wild as he looked as if he was ready to make you debauched as he was. You wanted him, too.

“First lesson, Baby,” He began, cutting you out of your thoughts as he turned towards the little nightstand within reach, not leaving his place as he absentmindedly rummaged through the contents in the drawer.

“-is to wear a condom. Didn’t know when we’ll get to this part, but I got the high dollar, good ones. Just in case.” He admitted, and you thumbed his cheek in your approval of his thinking. He leaned down and kissed you in affection, before leaning back up, giving you a show. Folding up his skirt, you bit out a whine in approval. There was an outline of his thick dick pressed against satin panties, heavily dripping precum. He noticed your thighs squeezing together against his waist, trying to find relief as your eyes lit up darkly. He groaned.

“Turns ya on, huh? Don’t worry, Sugar. I’ll give ya what ya want, soon.” He promised. You felt yourself flutter and clench onto nothing as he slid his panties to the side, hissing at the cool air hit his cock and balls, paying it very little mind as he tore the foil of the condom. It was an impressionable size in length, but it was more thick, than anything, you couldn’t help but swallow thickly, watching him struggle and groan as he wrapped the ribbed rubber onto him.

After a short break, he turned towards you.

“Right, after that’s outta the way, your second lesson, is…” He drawled out, sticking his hand back into the drawer as he pulled a bottle out.

“…Lube. Doesn’t hurt to use a lot, an’ makes yer partner slick an’ wet. Prevents me from potentially hurtin’ ya.” The last part of the sentence was said a bit softer as he flipped the cap open, pouring a generous amount of the orange scented lubrication onto his fingers.

“I’m pretty touch-starved, ya know? Not really use to touchin’ anybody, so hurtin’ ya is the last thing that I wanna do.” He leaned down, and you couldn’t help but cup his face rather gently, giving him a kiss as he moaned, lubing up the condom.

“Ya ready?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m ready, Tai.” You gave your affirmation, relaxing fully against the mattress as he opted to keep kissing you, running one of his hands against your breasts, slowly thumbing a nipple as his other hand slipped in between your folds, massaging and opening you up, further. He didn’t linger there for too long, knowing that you were on the brink of the edge, but he did curl and scissor his fingers, getting you use to the stretch. He nipped your lip softly, before breaking away.

“Alright?”

“Yes.”

 No further words were needed as he grasped your hand within his, the other guiding himself towards your opening, prodding it gently as you felt yourself open up for him. It surprised you how smoothly at first the head slid in, you widened your thighs, feeling the thick of his girth stretch your walls to accommodate it. The stretch wasn’t painful, rather more causing a delicious friction, satisfying the ache. You couldn’t help but bite out a whimper as he finally stilled, resting fully flush against you.

“Squeezin’ me like a lifeline, Sugar. Damn, are ya alright?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours as he drank in your expression.

“More than fine. I need you to move.” You couldn’t help but blurt out, and he gave a soft huff of laughter, that bled into a groan as he gave a small push of his hips.

“You’re right, I do need to move.” He panted, giving sharper thrusts with his hips, and you mewled, trying your best to match each movement as you felt him prod a certain spot within you, churning your tight walls even further as electric heat began crackling and frizzling within you.

“I’m-! Not going to last!” You bit out, as if embarrassed, but he kissed you in reassurance.

“Me nei-ther! T’s alright, w-we can do ano-ah! Ther round.” He panted out broken words as he gripped your thigh, feeling your heated core flutter against him as his hips frantically seemed to move on their own. You bit the back of your hand, eyes widening with surprise as your release snuck up on you, catching you off guard. All of that aching and waiting, bit back with a fierce vengeance as you clenched onto him ever so tightly, refusing him to move any further, demanding his own release that had shot into the condom.

He stilled, panting out as now both hands gripped the sheets as he matched your shaking, trembling, and watery eyes. Although the both of you were absolutely wrecked, he managed to gingerly slip out of you, watching with interest as your opening was gaping at the loss, your own fluids seeping out as he tight the condom halfheartedly, tossing it in the small wastebasket, and then turning off the lamplight. He flopped down next to you, gathering your sweaty, mussed up form within his arms, sighing loudly.

“Ya’right?” He tiredly mumbled out the words in a jumble, and was relieved to feel you nod. He’ll deal with aftercare, later.

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 Life had seemed to pick up, after that. You’ve gotten into your dream job and quit the night life, Taishiro graduated and became a certified therapist while dancing from time to time, and the two of you moved in together and eventually gotten married and had a daughter, Kirin. Although rather busy, the two of you had found time to indulge in your boy’s and daughter’s lives, as well as spend quiet, quality time with one another.

Your mother retired, and handed the place to an old friend of hers who was known to to be strict with keeping her workers safe, and yet allowed anybody and everyone to be free and dress up as themselves. Nemuri and Yu had finally gotten married in a beautiful, expensive white wedding, giggling manically as Rumi had caught the bouquet, flushing considerably, as her girlfriend, Fuyumi smiled sweetly. Keigo, it turned out, was dating Dabi all this time, and the both of them rented a fancy apartment as Keigo became the sole owner of the pet shop.

 You were a little older, now, and wiser, yet still considerably young compared to of course your mother. Eijirou, now the age of nineteen, had his arms swung around Izuku, the shy boy that he met years ago, was now officially his boyfriend. You were happy for them, yet you weren’t really surprised, for Tamaki and Mirio had announced their partnership when they had just finished high school, as well.

“Kirin, stop glaring at him.” You spoke, not breaking your eyes away from the newspaper. The seven year old girl huffed loudly, before biting into her onigiri.

You weren’t sure how a feisty little thing could be your daughter, but you loved her dearly nonetheless. Especially when she was protective towards Tamaki and Eijirou when Mirio or Izuku came by, eyeing them up and down with an unimpressed scowl, more so to Izuku, for Mirio would just beam happily and ruffle her hair. Of course, then again, she knew both boys all of her life, and wasn’t too harsh on them than what she could be.  

Right now, it was a family gathering. You, your husband, the children and their boyfriends, and your mother sat at the table, sipping tea. Of course your mother would take this an opportunity to blend in with her natural environment of trash, grinning wildly at the boys.

“You know, my friend could use some help.”

“Grandma, no.” Tamaki groaned, much to Mirio’s confusion. Ejirou laughed, and Izuku, being the one most picked on, blushed furiously.

“What? My intended audience are all over the age of eighteen. Specially Zuzu, he might be trembling, but I bet he could work the pole.”

Dead silence.

“That might not be so bad.” Eijirou spoke out.

“Babe!” Izuku gasped, and much to your astonishment, Taishiro laughed.

“Ma, leave them alone.”

“Thank You!” Tamaki and Izuku said in unison.

Your mother sighed.

“Fiiiiiiiine.” She drawled out.

The rest of the evening crawled slowly as Mirio, Kirin, and Tamaki drew and colored, and Izuku and Eijirou held hands whilst talking among themselves, blushing and smiling, ignoring the world around them. After everything was said and done, the children put to bed, you rested on the nook of your husband’s arm, humming as he kissed your forehead.

“Crazy, ain’t it? Gotta lovely wife, an’ great kids, an’ a good job…” He rambled, and you gave a chuckle.

“I’m questioning if Kirin is actually mine or not.” You joked, and he laughed.

“Figurin’ this out after giving birth?”

“It’s a process.”  

He hummed, bringing you closer.

“I love you.” Although he said it so many times, the sentiment had always melted your heart and kept you warm.

“I love you, too.”

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Alright! I hope ya’ll enjoyed this fic! I’m going to play Stardew Valley, now