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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 1 year ago

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Note: The fic gets a bit saucy, so A18+ ONLY just to be safe!

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out

CW: MDNI!, kissing, making out, boobs, fondling, romance, sexual tension, semi-spicy scenes, lemon

Link to My Master List

Its mid-afternoon in the UA library. The early Spring sunlight is streaming through the tall windows and across the sci-fi novel you're flipping through. You sigh; content to finally have a Saturday off after a grueling few weeks of classes, training and internship activities.

You think back to a particularly tough training session that had taken place the day before - you had finally kicked Shoto Todoroki's ass in front of the whole class. You smile as you remember the shocked look on his face as you reached down to help him back to his feet.

"You had it coming, hot stuff." You winked as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him back to standing position. His face had flushed red in humiliation at the loss.

You're suddenly jerked out of your reverie when a figure looms over you, casting a long shadow on the desk before you. You turn, startled. As if pulled from your daydream, Shoto Todoroki has materialized before you – tall and handsome. You look up at him in surprise, mouth half open.

"I think we should kiss." Shoto's deep voice says above you, his tone neutral.

"Huh?" Your mouth drops fully open. Shoto is looking down at you with eyes alight with determination. That cute blush is back - splashed across his pale cheeks and across his aristocratic nose.

"I was thinking back to our fight yesterday, and the reason why I lost. It was because I was thinking about kissing you the whole time. I let myself get distracted. I think that if we kissed, I could get over it and refocus on training." So matter-of-fact! That was one thing you liked about Shoto - he was straightforward.

"Um...okay." With an effort, you close your gaping mouth. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. Shoto has never shown any romantic interest in you before. You’ve never caught wandering eyes on you in class, he’s never stashed a love note in your locker. None of the typical school love tropes have been leveraged here. If anything, the two of you are loose acquaintances on the cusp of being friends. Maybe a few more months of class and group activities together would have helped you bridge the gap and fully form a decent friendship.

You wonder if he’s been into you all this time, or if this is just a whim he’s exploring. Either way - who are you to let an opportunity to kiss a hot guy go by the wayside? You snap your book shut and stand. "You want to do this right now?"

Shoto nods, and turns to walk away with the expectation that you’ll follow. You get up and sweep your things into your bag, heart beating double time. You quickly jog to catch up with Shoto – he’s already out the door. The two of you walk across the UA grounds in silence, your footsteps falling into a soft rhythm. Your mind is going at a million miles per minute – could this all be an elaborate prank? Shoto has never struck you as the type to play a cruel joke on a classmate. Quite the opposite – when he’s not training he seems so soft and sweet. He strikes you as more of an introvert than anything else. He keeps people at a safe distance. You’ve always been under the impression that when it comes to Shoto, trust is earned, not freely given.

You wonder if this kissing business means that you’ve earned a bit of that trust? Who’s to say.

“So…” you say, attempting to break the tension. “Where are we going?”

Shoto looks back at you, confused. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to my dorm room.”

“Oh.” You pause. “Wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? Like, what if someone catches us kissing in your dorm room? Won’t we get in trouble?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says sensibly. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Huh.”

“Oh – I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He runs a hand through his hair reflexively. “It’s no wonder you’re one of the top members of the class. A good hero always has a strategy. So we should come up with an alibi.” He brings his thumb to his chin as he stares into space, pondering.

“If someone catches us, I can say that I experimentally froze my lips with my power and that I asked you to help me warm them up. Naturally, the best way to do so was with your lips.” He turns to you expectantly to gauge your reaction.

What the actual hell, Shoto.

“You’re um…you’re fucking with me, right?” You look at him uncertainly. Shoto’s unusually harsh upbringing has caused him to be shockingly literal at times. Your eyes scan his face until the corner of his mouth quirks upwards into a small smile.

“Yes, I am.”

You burst out laughing at the unexpected joke, and his tiny smile grows into a full grin. He likes making you laugh.

“Listen…” He says reassuringly, “No one is going to bother us – it’s such a nice day. I overheard some of the girls saying they were going to take pictures near the campus cherry blossom trees. They roped Midoriya, Ida and a few other classmates into the activity as well. Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero are all training across campus in the gym. We should have at least an hour or two before anyone comes seriously looking for us.”

Wow. That must be the longest group of sentences he’s ever said to you directly.

“You’ve really thought this through.” You say, following him across the threshold of Class 1A’s dorm complex.

He smirks. “I’m strategic.”

You look at him appraisingly. He looks clean and trim in his tailored UA uniform. Aside from the scar surrounding his eye, he has the most perfect skin of anyone in your class. While the rest of your classmates have been stressing about moisturizer and SPF and acne treatments, you’ve watched Shoto sail through his hormonal teens without a skincare care in the world. The skin of his cheeks is the color of porcelain and looks so, so soft and deliciously kissable. His face holds a mixture of determination and apprehension.

You enter the kitchen and common room area of your dorm and see that it’s completely, blessedly empty - odd for a Saturday. Shoto is right - it is one of the first nice spring days on campus. You assume everyone is out enjoying the nice weather as he said. This is a good thing – it means your clandestine meeting with Shoto can stay secret. Everyone in Class 1A can be so nosy sometimes. You’re determined to keep this juicy little secret between the two of you.

He leads you up towards one of the hallways that encompasses the boy’s dorms, pausing in front of his door to fiddle with his key. His usually steady hands are shaking a bit as he turns the lock and pushes open the door to reveal his immaculately clean bedroom with it’s traditional Japanese décor.

You step inside and slide off your shoes, letting your bag drop to the floor.

“I forgot how traditional your space is, Shoto.”

He closes the door behind you and clicks the lock into place before discarding his keys on his desktop. He looks around the dorm room thoughtfully.

“It’s how I grew up. I never really had the chance to develop my own taste or style.”

“Maybe now that you have your own space, you finally can!” You say enthusiastically. “If you’d ever like to go shopping or want help putting together a Pinterest board, Mina and I can definitely help you find some inspiration.”

His flat line of a mouth quirks up into another small smile. “I haven’t really had the time to think about anything other than school work and the L.o.V. since we moved into the dorms. Maybe you’re right – this could be an opportunity to broaden my horizons. See what I like.”

“Yeah! There are so many fun ways you can bring more of yourself into this space. We can start with a throw pillow.” You say knowledgably, pulling up the Pinterest app on your phone. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

You type the color into the search bar, and immediately the screen is flooded with hundreds of different shades of blue throw pillows – all kinds of patterns and sayings and beading and embroidery. You hand him your phone and encourage him to scroll through the options.

“I’m sure we can find something that makes you feel like you.”

His eyes soften a bit as he takes the phone from you, intrigued. He scrolls through the colorful images, overwhelmed by the options. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, he finally stops and double taps a picture, hyperlinking to a website.

“This. This feels like it could be me.” He sends himself the link so he can purchase the pillow later. He hands back your phone and you take a curious look – the image he’s drawn to is a long rectangle of fabric shaped like a whale. It has navy blue stripes along with a small curved tale and button eyes sewn on. You look up and see that the tips of Shoto’s ears are bright red.

“This isn’t what I was expecting – but I see now that it suits you perfectly.” You say, picturing the whale pillow in his room – a dash of whimsy against the otherwise stuffy outdated décor. He practically glows at the compliment. You realize that this is likely one of the first times someone is validating a choice he has made for himself. You cough and toss your phone into your discarded bag – the moment feels oddly intimate.

Shoto’s eyes scan across your face and he speaks his next words slowly, almost deliberately. “This is what I’ve always liked about you, y/n. You always seem to know what to say to get someone to smile or to open up. Admirable traits in a future hero.” You feel your own face heating up at the sweet compliment. Shoto has never given you so much direct attention outside of class, and it’s exciting and almost unnerving to have those two intense eyes focused in entirely on you.

“Thank you Shoto, that’s a very kind thing to say.” You suddenly realize how very close Shoto’s face is to your own. He’s only a few breaths away. Shoto is a few inches taller than you, so you need to crane your neck in order to get the full picture of his beautiful face. You wonder nervously if he expects you to initiate – should you reach out and grab his face? Your heart starts beating much too fast and you see his intense eyes dart down to your lips, wanting. You take a step closer to him, leaning up to meet his face, and…

“Let’s get started.” He says abruptly, breaking the moment. He walks over to his closet and pulls out his bedroll, hastily moving to set up his sleeping space so that you’ll have a comfortable place to sit. Once he sets up the space, he takes a seat on the soft mattress and motions for you to join him. This wasn’t really what you were expecting, but you remember that Shoto is pretty sheltered. He clearly has a plan in mind here, so you decide to let him take the lead.

“Alright, before we start – I just want you to know that we can stop at any point you’d like. I want you to be comfortable here, so please let me know if at any time you feel like you don’t want to continue. Ok?”

You nod, appreciating the dialogue and Shoto’s forethought surrounding consent.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Leaning his head back, he exhales slowly through his nostrils. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes flutter open. “It’s an exercise my father taught me for clearing my nerves before a battle.” He explains as he runs a nervous hand through his two-toned hair.

“Are you anticipating a battle here?” You tease, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. Shoto eyes the hand curiously before matching your gaze.

“Of course not. But surprisingly – I have the same feeling of anxiety now that I usually have right before a sparring match.” His expression is stone cold serious, not even the hint of a joke this time.

“I understand that. It’s nerve wracking to kiss a person for the first time.” You quickly double back on your words. “N-not that I’m implying that this is your first kiss or anything, I-”

Shoto blinks. “Oh – this is my first kiss. I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Oh! Oh, Todoroki – I didn’t realize!” You trip over your words a bit and it brings out a soft smile in Shoto.

“I think that’s why I’ve been so distracted lately. Once I know how it feels, maybe then I can move on and focus back on my training and studies. Is this not your first kiss?” He tilts his head to the side, questioning. You see no hint of jealousy in his eyes – he’s legitimately curious.

“N-no. I’ve kissed a few people before. Never anything serious! Just here and there at summer camp.” You smile weakly, face burning. Shoto nods appreciatively at your candid answer.

“That makes sense – you’re very competent at everything you do. And very attractive.” This last part brings a blush across Shoto’s pale cheeks. “I had assumed there were plenty of people who have wanted to be kissed by you.” The compliment is unexpected and it makes a laugh bubble up your throat. You start giggling and Shoto seems taken by surprise.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No – no! You’re just so sincere and sweet and I am so nervous right now. Shoto you’re competent and attractive, too. I hope that you know that!” This brings his smile back out again, like the sunshine after a long rainstorm.

“Why don’t we just get it over with, then? I’ve read a few articles and studied some movies and…well, I think I’m as prepared as I can be.” Shoto’s face is so open and earnest your heart squeezes in your chest. He studied for this??

Slowly, carefully, Shoto reaches out a delicate hand to cradle the side of your face. He scoots somewhat awkwardly closer to you, but the rest of his movements hold his typical grace. He leans forward, eyes half closed, and brings his lips to your own.

You dip your head to receive the kiss, and you feel his soft lips melt against yours. You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth. Everything about him is soft and electric at the same time – the points where your bodies are connected feel charged with some kind of buzzing energy that leaves your breathless. And just as soon as it’s begun – it’s over. A brief peck, a stolen moment in time. Shoto pulls away from you, eyes wide, as he catches his breath.

“So?” You ask, trying for nonchalance but failing when you realize your voice is just a hoarse whisper. “What did you think?”

“It’s…” Shoto looks at you thoughtfully, touching his fingers to his tingling lips. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. I just feel like I want to do it more – like I need to keep going.”

You laugh – “Did you really think you’d want to stop after your first kiss?” Shoto shrugs, unwilling to answer the question.

“Can we kiss again? Please. If you’d like to, that is?” He asks, and you note the want in his voice. You’ve never heard Shoto Todoroki sound desperate for anything in his life before this moment. You’re surprised at how he sounds fairly desperate for you.

You smile at him and lean in close, bringing your foreheads together. You can feel different temperatures playing across his skin as he works to keep his quirk in check as excitement roars across his body.

“Follow my lead, lover-boy.” You whisper, before crashing your lips together. You move at a faster pace this time, showing him how to slide his mouth against yours to have a proper make out. He picks it up quickly and absolutely relishes in it. His eyes are closed and his hands find either side of your face again. You let him hold you like that for a few minutes before you decide to take the reigns a bit more. You reach out to place a hand on his chest and softly push him away from you.

“Here – this will make things a lot easier.” You stand up and move to straddle him, slowly sliding into his lap and wrapping your legs around his back. You place his hands on your waist and wind your arms around his neck. “Comfortable?” He nods, his eyes blown wide and almost glassy with lust.

“This is okay?” He asks, looking down at the way his hands grip your hips.

“Absolutely. You’re going to want them there for leverage.”

“Leverage?” He asks weakly, his eyes trained on your lips.

“You’ll see.” You smile deviously as you take in how absolutely undone Shoto looks. “Okay, next step – have you done any research on French kissing?”

Shoto nods again, looking a bit uncertain. “I watched a romantic comedy online and at the end the main couple kissed that way.”

“Well it’s super easy – I’ll walk you through it.” You tilt your head towards his and melt your lips back together, starting out with a slow and soft kiss. As he begins to get comfortable with the pace of your kissing, you move to deepen it – running the tip of your tongue across his lips. He naturally opens his mouth to you, and you move so that your tongues meet. You guide him into a light dance, your kisses becoming more frantic as your mouths and tongues collide. This brings out a ferocity in Shoto that you hadn’t expected, and you feel his hands grip your hips with almost bruising force. You groan, turned on by the contact. You automatically rock your hips into his and he stills at the motion. You blush as you realize that you can feel Shoto’s dick becoming hard beneath you. Shit.

His hands fly off of your hips and he sits back, mortified.

“I’m so sorry-” you start to say as he runs his hand anxiously through his hair again. Shoto takes a deep breath and looks at you, eyes still fuzzy.

“Don’t be sorry! That was amazing, I just…didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He looks down between you pointedly. He doesn’t want you to get freaked out by the fact that he’s got a boner.

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable at all! Actually, quite the opposite.” This answer makes Shoto’s sculpted eyebrows fly up into his hair.

“Really?” He whispers.

“Yeah. It’s actually really hot.” You reach down and take his hands in yours, moving them back to your hips. You make piercing eye contact with Shoto as you roll your hips experimentally again – feeling his hardness even through your clothes. He groans at the contact this time, a soft sound that is just: So. Goddamn. Hot.

You grind against him again, picking up a steady rhythm as Shoto enthusiastically moves your hips. Struck by sudden inspiration, you lean forward to kiss a sloppy line up his neck. This draws a moan from Shoto that you weren’t expecting – low and sweet. You smile as you continue to kiss his neck, using your tongue when you find a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear.

Shoto grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head up before crashing his lips back into yours. His kisses are heated and passionate as he bounces you on his lap, making you both see stars. You’re so wet you can feel yourself soaking through your panties. You pray that your school uniform pants won’t get damp beneath you – how embarrassing would that be?! At the same time - you don’t give a damn; Shoto’s mouth and his hands and his dick feel far too good. At the moment kissing Shoto Todoroki feels like the only thing you were put on this goddamn earth to do.

Tentatively, you feel Shoto’s hands wander up from your hips. You moan into his mouth as his hands find your breasts. “How is this?�� He whispers hoarsely, running delicate fingertips across the peaks of your breasts. “Is this okay? I can stop if you want me to.” You moan your consent enthusiastically, and when he begins to softly knead your boobs over your shirt, your hormones fully take the wheel.

You hop off your classmate so you can quickly unbutton your shirt – your tie flying off as you work. Shoto remains sitting on the floor and does the same with his own uniform. In a moment he is sitting shirtless and beautiful before you, chest heaving as he works to catch his breath. He stares at you with bright eyes as you stand above him in nothing but a bra and UA’s uniform slacks. He has never seen a woman with so little clothing on before, and he is in awe.

You kneel down beside him on the bedroll and reach out to touch his perfect body. Your hand hovers above his perfectly sculpted abs and you look up at him, eyes asking permission. He nods, giving you his blessing to touch. You smooth your fingertips lightly across the defined planes of his chest and abs, marveling in all that he is. Your palm comes to rest against his chest and you feel his heartbeat – a quick staccato beneath your delicate hand. You push him lightly so that he moves to lie on the ground before you.

“You alright with all this?” You whisper, moving slowly to straddle him on the ground.

“If I get to have you on top of me again – absolutely.” And he grins – a genuine smile that radiates comfort. You’ve never seen a look like that before on Shoto’s face and it stops you in your tracks. You just want to bask in the glow of the rare gift of his beaming face.

After a moment, you collect yourself and move so that you’re on all fours and hovering over him. You shiver – you’ve never been so close to someone in this way before. He seems to notice your hesitation.

“You look cold – do you want to grab a blanket?” He reaches up and runs his hands up and down your arms, giving you more goose bumps. You nod, and he reaches to grab a thick grey knit blanket that’s folded neatly to your left. He pulls you down to lay on top of him and easily casts the blanked across your intertwined bodies. The knit feels luxurious and expensive – and it smells deliciously like Shoto. A scent that’s a mixture of sandalwood and fresh sheets wafts around you. It’s comfortable and warm and you feel so, so happy to be sharing this moment with Shoto.

He wraps his arms around you and feels himself get hard again at the delicate feeling of your bare skin against his own. He pulls you in for a kiss – and this time the passion is slow, sensual. You’ve never kissed someone like this before – like you have all the time in the world. He moves his hands up and down your bare back beneath the blanket – warming you up. He’s keeping his ice quirk at bay – both of his hands are the perfect temperature as they run across your soft, supple skin. His hands come to rest on your lower back as he moves to experimentally kiss down your collarbone.

“Oh! Oh, Shoto, yes.” Is all you can say. The use of his given name seems to turn him on even more, because his kisses become sloppier and he runs the edge of his teeth against your skin. He continues to kiss down your shoulder, pausing for only a moment in order to roll you both over so that he can have a turn on top. You gasp at the sudden movement – the dynamics have unexpectedly shifted and Shoto is in total control.

He gazes down at you, shifting the blanket so that it doesn’t get tangled between your bodies.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, a note of wonder in his voice. “Your skin is so soft…I never realized how great it would be to touch you.” He runs a light fingertip across the delicate skin of your neck and across the expanse of your collarbone. He watches as he runs his finger down the slope of one of your breasts, stopping when he meets the soft cotton of your bra.

“Can we take this off?” He whispers, moving to palm your breast over the delicate white material. You nod, and prop yourself up so you can reach behind yourself to unclip the clothing. With a light “pop!” the bra clip comes undone and Shoto helps you discard the item. He takes in your breasts with a look of absolute amazement and cautiously reaches out to touch them. He gently runs the palm of his hand across your right breast experimentally. You gasp at the contact, and he nervously glances at your face to make sure you’re not in any discomfort. You smile at him, encouraging him to keep going. He kneads the breast in his strong hand a few times before experimentally rolling his thumb over your nipple. You gasp at the contact as pleasure surges through you – you had no idea you were so sensitive. Shoto repeats the motion, earning a soft moan. He smiles at the praise – unexpectedly mischievous as he moves so that he’s kneeling over you, able to tackle a breast with each hand. He goes to work pinching and massaging and rolling your breasts between deft fingers, drawing the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“Shoto!” You cry out as he moves to spread more kisses across your neck as his left hand plays with one of your breasts. You reach down and squeeze the muscular plane of his ass, begging him to grind into you. He gets the message loud and clear – moving against you gently so that you can feel his hardness graze against you.

He’s causing so many delicious sensations across your body with his lips, hands, hips, groin – it’s almost too much. You feel like you might drown in him when suddenly –

A knock on the door causes you both to still.

“Todoroki?” Mr. Aizawa’s voice is muffled behind the door. You’re both rigid with fear. Shoto’s lips are at your neck and his breath tickles your bare skin. Your fist is tightly squeezed around his left ass cheek. You stare at the ceiling as you start to panic, wondering wildly what you’re supposed to do in this situation. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Mr. Aizawa knocks on the door again. “Todoroki – your father is here to see you.”

“My father?!” Shoto blurts out before he can stop himself. He scrambles off of you and looks around in a panic. “Why’s my father here?”

The walls seem to be thinner than you thought, because Mr. Aizawa supplies an answer from the other side of the locked door.

“Endeavor had a press conference at a hotel down the road this morning. He wanted to check in and discuss internships. I left him waiting in the common area. I’ll be in my office if you want to grab any internship paperwork while he’s here. I wouldn’t keep him waiting, kid.”

“Of course – thank you Mr. Aizawa!” Todoroki calls through the door awkwardly, listening as your teacher’s footsteps recede into the distance.

You and Shoto stare at each other in absolute horror.

“Do you think he heard us? Do you think h-he knows?” You whisper, panic lacing your voice.

Shoto shakes his head no as he gathers up his shirt and shakily tries to re-button it. “No – I don’t think he was out there long enough to hear anything incriminating.”

You let out a breath of anxious air, reaching for your discarded bra. “Thank goodness.” You re-clip your bra and shrug on your shirt.

“Endeavor is here?” You eye Shoto with concern as he dawns his tie and straightens his hair in a wall mirror on the back of his door.

“My old man likes to pop up at inconvenient times.” Content with his hair, he looks down at you. You’ve started to fold up his blanked and bedroll, patting down your own hair along the way.

“We should probably talk about what just happened…” He starts to say, but you shush him as you hear heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

“Shoto!” A booming voice rings through the hallway, sending shivers up your spine. The heavy footsteps come to a stop right outside Shoto’s dorm door. The doorknob rattles as someone tries the lock. “How dare you keep me waiting!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, old man!” Shoto calls back bitingly. He glares at the door, thankful for the meager lock. He turns to look at you, and his eyes fill with panic. You scan the room for a place to hide – there is absolutely nowhere to conceal yourself in Shoto’s sparse, plain room.

Suddenly, you’re struck with inspiration – you point to the window. Shoto nods in agreement, dashing to grab your things from where they lay abandoned at the threshold of the door.

Quietly, you pad over to the window and pull back the curtains by a foot. You unlatch the window and slide it softly open before hoisting yourself into the wide window frame. It’s lucky you’re not afraid of heights – because Todoroki’s room is on the fifth floor. There is a small escape ladder for fire emergencies (you smile at the irony of Endeavor being the fire emergency in this case). You move to settle your feet on the top rung of the ladder, with plans to climb your way back to the ground so you can re-enter the dorm building from the back.

Shoto leans out the window and hangs your messenger bag around your shoulder.

“Find me later so we can discuss this.” He says, looking apprehensively over his shoulder as his father continues to bang on the door and callout his name. “I’m sorry this ended with you having to sneak out the window like some sort of criminal.”

“Ah, it’s no big deal! Makes it more exciting.” You grin and he smiles back. He leans forward and presses a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back to close the window.

As he slides the glass closed, he says to you “I don’t think this is going to help me refocus. If anything, I’m more distracted than ever.” You give him a wink as he shuts the window soundly, drawing the curtains to cover your escape.

Hastily, you climb down 5 stories worth of thin metal ladder, landing gracefully in the soft spring grass. You walk to the dorm’s back entrance and let yourself in, walking past the laundry room and up towards the common area. Mina waves at you as she tosses some clothes into the washing machine, and you say a silent prayer thanking the powers that be that none of your friends had come looking for you while you spent your blissful hour hidden away, half-naked and moaning, in Shoto Todoroki’s room.

You climb the stairs two at a time until you hear the voice of the Number 2 Hero grumbling in the common area. Curious, you peak around the corner to see Shoto and his father seated on one of the couches, sorting through paperwork. Shoto has a dead look behind his eyes as his father lectured him about the importance of networking. He nods blankly a few times before his eyes catch sight of your small frame hiding around the corner. His entire face softens at the sight of you. Endeavor notices and turns to see what’s captured his son’s attention.

“You there! Are you a member of Class 1A?” He booms out, almost polite in his delivery. You walk out into the room, drawing yourself up to your full height.

“Dad – this is my classmate Y/N. She lives on the girl’s side of the dorm. Her quirk is extremely powerful.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Endeavor.” You say, trying not to blush at Shoto’s compliment. Endeavor waves you off with a fiery hand.

“Ah, that’s right. I recognize you from the Sport’s Festival. Your quirk and fighting style were both quite impressive.” He looks at you appraisingly. “Are you a close friend of Shoto’s?”

“She is.” Shoto answers smoothly. “Actually, she’s been tutoring me a bit lately on some techniques I’m not familiar with. She’s a greatteacher.” The subtext is not lost on you.

“Surely you don’t need help in your studies, Shoto. You’re at the top of your class.” Endeavor says gruffly, looking to his son for further explanation.

“Just showing him a few moves I picked up in one of my martial arts classes, sir! Shoto picks up new techniques like a Pro.”

Endeavor seems mollified by this answer. “Of course he does. He’s on track to become the best of the best.” The hero claps his hand on Shoto’s shoulder proudly, and you smile weakly at the discomfort that flashes across Shoto’s eyes.

“Well – I’ll let you both get back to your work! Shoto – if you want to practice those techniques again later, I’ll be in the library until 8 tonight.”

You see Shoto ever so slightly lick his bottom lip. His face is tinged with the lightest of blushes.

“Got it. I’ll see you there, Y/N.”

You have a feeling that Shoto isn’t going to be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.

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Here are all the currently released chapters of Shoto's First Kiss!

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

Part 7: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 7

Part 8: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 8

Part 9: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 9

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synopsis: you dropped your panties in the hallway on laundry day. little did you know, your dear friend Tanjiro Kamado found them. and he's never giving them back!!!!!

word count: 13.3k !!! <3

content: VILE FILTH !!!! 18+ !!!!! smutty as all hell. lemonade for all. panty sniffing!!!!!!! oral sex (F!receiving) P->V penetration, an absurd amount of masturbation, mentions of light choking, mentions of oral sex (M!receiving) some cute fluff, the L Word, lots of tears bordering on dachryphilia, mutual pining, degradation (self-inflicted), shame kink, Virgin!Tanjiro corrupted, public masturbation

characters: Tanjiro Kamado, You, Inosuke mentioned, Zenitsu mentioned, Shinobu mentioned.

(authors note: pretend he has long luscious hair cuz RIP WHY DID U CUT IT, he's like 24-25 and so are u. ur character is studying under Shinobu and working as a care taker at the Butterfly Mansion. okay byee have fun!!1!1!!!)

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he woke up to the gleaming sunshine trickling in through the slatted window above his headboard. stretching and swinging his legs off the bed, he rubs his eyes and pushes his hair out of his face. it was late summer, the cherry blossoms around the courtyard bearing small fruits and gently turning yellow as fall gets closer. slowly, with the gentle morning haze, he gathers his toiletries to head outside to the bathhouse. as he steps out into the dorm hall, it's already bustling with caretakers carrying baskets of laundry from around the mansion-

it's laundry day again.

he turns back in to grab his white wicker basket from behind the door, and places it outside his room to be collected. he would bring it himself, but he got scolded the last 3 times he tried to help. he rounds the corner through the caretaker hall with their dorms, and steps out onto the grass, still wet with dew. the early morning light peaking through the tall wooden fences, it was still cool out before the afternoon sun beat down onto the courtyard, loosening collars and mopping brows. he took a deep breath in, admiring how peaceful it was outside. his linen pajama pants flowing, the cool breeze was gentle on his face.

once inside, he brushed his teeth. splashing the cool water on his face, he hears others enter behind him. inosuke laughing maniacally running past him, pushing open the double doors to the baths with his head. as they swing shut, he hears a giant SPLASH. he looks up into the mirror smiling to himself. through the mirror he can see zenitsu trudging in with his towel slung over his shoulder. he looked droopy and mopey, complaining loudly about how unfair it was that they always had to be up so early to train. as he passed through the double doors himself, he was tackled and thrown into the water by inosuke, screaming "fight for me underling!!! there is a monster at the bottom of the bath, we shall vanquish it together!!!!"

the crashing and squeals of protest from behind the door as they swung shut made him laugh to himself- if they were anything, they were always themselves, weren't they?

walking back inside, he sees you pulling your own laundry basket out of your dorm room to take down to the washing station outside. your white wicker basket is nearly overflowing, spilling rogue socks and undershirts all over the hallway.

you awkwardly bend down to pick them up with one hand, supporting the basket with your other arm and your knee. you straighten up and try to close the sliding door behind you with limiting success. he slows down as he passes you, watching you struggle to carry the heavy basket with two hands, and shut the door with your foot.

he lingers on the thought of the day he realized he had feelings for you. the year before in spring as the cherry blossoms bloomed, he was sent to the infirmary for the millionth time. he had taken a huge chunk of rock the the face in an explosion he could've easily avoided had he trusted inosuke to jump out of the way in time. but he always wanted to protect others first, his comrades were his family now.

their safety was his peace of mind.

his lip was bruised and split open, cheek slashed, and his jaw was dislocated and needed to be reset. he looked like a bloody swollen mess when he arrived- drooling blood and unable to speak.

he was laid down on one of the soft white cots, the kakushi who carried him in was folding down his collar and laying his arms at his sides.

you swiftly took your place on the stool on the side of the bed, shinobu coming around the other side to inject a numbing agent into his jaw and chin.

you assessed the damage, his jaw crooked and unable to fully close.

"tanjiro, you dislocated your jaw. i'm going to reset it but this is going to hurt. i need you to stay still, okay?"

he nodded, looking up at you with the eye that wasn't swollen shut and purple.

you reset his jaw with a loud POP. he hissed with a small "aah!" but kept true to his word and held still.

you held his jaw closed, your hand cupped under his chin to help alleviate the pain. after a few seconds you remove your hand and have him move his jaw. you check for any breaks or irregularities, but it looks to be alright. next, you have to clean his lip and stitch it closed. the bleeding had slowed, but his wound was caked with sand and dried blood running down his neck. you took a towel soaked in hot water and gently cleaned the blood and grime off his neck and lip.

as you stitched it back up, he kept his eyes trained on your face. wincing occasionally, but otherwise he maintained studying your expression.

a look in his eye, almost like he was quietly saying closer, please.

your touch was so gentle, your face scrunched up with concern. you muttered about how he was stupid, how he was lucky he didn't break his jaw, how he needs to be more careful.

your words were sharp, but your hand was gently holding his opposite cheek. your thumb rubbing small circles as if it were an unconscious second nature to you.

he always knew you were kind, gentle and smart. you were brave and strong, you were warm and your presence was inviting. whenever you spoke to him, your very nature made him feel like you cared only about that conversation. so charismatic and captivating.

but in that moment, your strong, soft hands holding his face so lovingly, something bloomed in his chest. something he ached for so painfully, something he couldn't quite identify. something he felt like he lost a long time ago, and would fall to his knees in the dirt and scream at the sky demanding it back.

he spent that night searching in himself for what it was, what wound had you touched inside his heart? whatever it was, he longed for you to come back to hold him again. he wanted to cry in your hands while you comforted him.

since that day, his heart skipped a beat in your presence. he looked for you in large crowds, and wondered how you spent your days when he was away from the mansion on missions.

watching you struggle with your basket, he said "you need any help with that ?" smiling warmly at you.

"actually, if you wouldn't mind shutting my door, i can't seem to get it myself."

he pulls the sliding door shut behind you. you set down the basket, puffing at your hair that's hanging in your face. 'you off to train this morning?' you say, giving him an up and down, taking note of his pajamas.

"ahh, yes. i forgot to bring my uniform into the bathhouse this morning, but it's fine. i'm changing and headed down to dining. you working laundry today?" he says gesturing around at everyone.

you sigh, "nope! i'm on gardening this morning! but the cicadas were loud last night which means it'll be really hot this afternoon. but that's alright, i have plenty of snacks and water." you say patting your apron pocket, he can only assume it's packed with small candies and a bag of dried meat- your two favorite snacks from the snack shelf outside the kitchen.

"well it sounds like you have it all figured out then!" he chuckled brightly. as he says this, you wave to someone over his shoulder.

"it seems i do! i gotta go-i know i'm coming!-i'll see you later! good luck out there today!" as you lift up the heavy basket and whisk down the hall.

"thank you, you too!" he waves as you scurry away. he watches you as you leave, smiling warmly. you are so cute, he always wishes you could stay and talk longer.

as he looks down at his own clothes remembering he has to change for training, he spots a small bunch of clothing on the floor. as he picks it up, calling to you "hey, you dropped this!' you couldn't hear him from the other end in all the noise cluttering between you. he starts to walk towards you and call out 'hey! wait up! you drop-" he stops as he looks down and realizes what he's holding.

your dirty underwear.

oh, fuck.

a hot spike runs down his back.

what am i supposed to do??? i can't bring this to you, that would be so embarrassing.

as he stands frozen, staring at his clenched fist, his face grows hotter by the second.

he's clenching your worn, used panties in his fist in the middle of a busy walkway.

the smell emanated from them was.... amazing. they were so soft.

shaking his head trying to clear his mind, he felt his palms clam up and a stirring in his stomach.

i didn't know you smelled so fucking good.

he thought to himself, his mouth watering.

"tanjiro! tanjiro! hey, c'mere! i need your heeellppp!" zenitsu calls from a few doors down. startled, he whips his head around and shoves your panties into his pocket along with both of his hands in an effort to appear casual.

'tanjirooooo!'

nervous and sweaty, he runs away and books it back towards his dorm.

he barreled into his room slamming the door shut behind him. he tossed himself onto his bed, with his hand smacked over his hot, red face. his hand in his pocket clenched around the soft lacy fabric. he was stiff as a board, nearly shaking with how tense he felt. his mind was racing like he had committed a crime.

well, technically i did. i stole from her. i stole her... panties. oh my god, that's disgusting.

the thought welled up in his stomach like hot lava. he could throw up. it was so perverse and wrong, it was so disrespectful to her. but what was he supposed to do now ? he couldn't just return it to you. imagining the look on your face as he hands over your panties, it was enough to make him nauseous. you would never speak to him again. why did he take them??? he panicked, that's all. he didn't want you to be embarrassed by him telling you that you dropped them, so he was gonna get rid of them for you. that's all. yes, that's what he did. he got up, and walked over to the little trash can next to his bed and he held his hand out with your panties over the trash can. his eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn't see them again, he tried to drop them. but his body wouldn't move. there was a sweet, warm smell in the air. it smelled so good, he knew what it was and it made him sick. he was a monster, he needed to get rid of these. he felt himself throbbing and pushing on the waistband of his pajamas, he was so overwhelmed with lust. he stood there for a long time, what felt like hours. eyes clenched, hand hovering over the trash can, cock throbbing in his pants. it was too much, his eyes started to prick with hot tears of embarrassment. it just smells so good, you just smell so good. he slowly opened his eyes, lowering his fist.

just once, then i'll throw them away.

he thought to himself, his hands shaking. he turned over his palm and looked at them again. the more he relaxed his hand, the stronger the scent was in his room. a balmy, warm smell. it was musky, and smelled almost like vanilla. his knees felt weak, he couldn't take it anymore. he slowly sat down on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on the fabric in his hand. he slowly, shamefully brought them to his face. he slowly covered his mouth and nose with them like a chloroform rag, and with it he fell back onto his bed. without even realizing what he was doing, he was already groping himself through his pants. they were so tight, it hurt. the ache was too much, he had to relieve it. quickly, he untied them with one hand, the other pressing the fabric into his face harder. he was already groaning at the smell, the feeling of your panties on his face. he had his hand down his pants fucking his fist. it was a fast, feverish pace. he was so overcome with lust and shame, all he could think was

i'm such a pervert

over and over again. but it only made him harder to know what he was doing was so foul. the images flashing through his mind were something hed never seen before.

he saw himself running his hands up and down your naked back as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, licking and biting your collar bones. such vulnerable positions you could be in, your ankles by his ears. on your stomach, your throat in his hands. hearing his own whimpers and grunts muffled by his hand, he could only imagine what you would sound like. do you touch yourself ? do you think of me?

it was too much for him. it was so disrespectful, but he couldn't stop. his mind brought him back to a few months ago. on a cold night in february, he had a fever and a wound on his hip. his stay in the infirmary were longer than the others, so he spent many nights alone. cold and hot and cold and hot, restless and in pain. he was in and out of sleep, the moonlight bathing half the room in silvery light keeping sleep away. it was a hazy memory, but your touch was electric. you quietly opened the door and padded into the room. you pulled the stool out from under his bed, and placed a small bucket of hot water on it. from your apron pocket, you pulled out clean white towels and set them on the nightstand. he was so tired, one eye half open. to you, you still thought he was asleep. he closed his eyes, feeling his head swim. you peeled his blanket down to his mid thigh. he shuddered and winced at the cold air. in a low, soft voice, you said "don't worry, i'll keep you warm. i just have to clean your stitches. you'll get your blanket back. it's okay."

it comforted him, and made him feel warm inside even if his hot skin felt freezing. you gently pulled up the hem of his shirt to his ribs, and the waistband of his pants down enough to see the edge of the wound. it ran from just under his ribs, to the point of his hip bone. you gently pressed a firm hand on the middle of his stomach to steady his shivering as you cleaned the wound gently with hot water. he stirred in his sleep, making a soft, weak moan as you touched him. he was in and out, but he remembered smelling, embarrassment? not quite, but something similar in the air. the only thing he was truly aware of was the awful moonlight keeping him up, and your warm touch on his stomach. when you finished cleaning his stitches, you fixed his clothes, tucked him back into the blanket, and took another towel and gently wiped his forehead and neck. you pressed a hand to his cheek, and left wordlessly.

feeling your touch on him, your hand on his stomach. he remembers it so clearly, and he wants more. more. more. more.

he inhaled sharply and deeply, that warm smell haunting him. his shame was only fueling his frenzy, he didn't understand. he couldn't stop. he was panting and grunting into his fist, he tried to shove his knuckles into his mouth. his fingers tangled in the fabric, he ended up accidentally stuffing your panties into his mouth. his eyes shot open, tasting you. with that, he came violently into his tight fist. he choked on his own hand, trying desperately to keep himself quiet. there were so many people in the halls right now, the worst possible thing would be someone catching him sniffing your panties and abusing his cock to them. he ruined his pants, he probably ruined your friendship, but he had never cum so hard in his life. as he came down, the shame overtook him. he stripped of his ruined pajamas and changed into his uniform, balling up his ruined pants tightly and throwing them into a pile where his laundry basket would be. he sighed, looking down at his bed. your underwear tossed in the middle of his blanket. he wordlessly opened his bedside drawer, and took out a small white bag. inside it, was some jewelry he took with him from his family home. he laid the small beaded necklace and the silver ring gently in the drawer, and stuffed your underwear inside the bag. he pushed it to the farthest corner of his drawer, and shut it tight. looking down at his feet, he felt so much shame and guilt. thinking about having to come face to face with you after what he just did, it made him break out into a cold sweat. but he knew he could never throw them away now.

he collected himself, putting his hair up into a bun and tucking the loose strands behind his ears. he left his room and met with the others for training, having skipped breakfast hiding in shame until it was time to meet outside. he pushed himself hard that day, trying to forget about how he spent his morning. however, in the back of his mind like a buzzing itch, all he could think about was when he'd get another chance to be alone in his room, locking himself away to pleasure himself again. he had never felt such intense urges like this, and it scared him a little.

why were you so distracting?

he knew what sex was, at least mechanically. he understood the process, and he understood the appeal- pretty girls wanting to be so close to you. and he touched himself when he needed to, if he was restless and couldn't sleep, or if he couldn't ignore the ache in his pants anymore. he thought of little things when he pleasured himself, like pictures of pretty women he saw on clothing adverts at the train station, or once a cut out from a lewd magazine that zenitsu gave him, snickering saying "if you've never seen something like this before, it'll change your life."

but none of these things were what made him restless at night, or made him ache and throb. they were simply a solution when the night was long. to him, pleasuring himself was like bathing. you did it when you needed to, some days it was a chore and some days it was a comfort. regardless, it wasn't important or a distraction.

until you.

that night he tossed and turned in bed. everything was uncomfortable, his whole body was buzzing with energy. his legs tangled in his blanket making him cry out in frustration shoving his face into his pillow. "leave me alone, just let me sleep!!!"he whined, muffling his anger.

he turned over, staring at the ceiling.

you know what would fix this. you know what will help you sleep.

no, i can't do that again. i can't use you like that, you aren't some thing i can pull out when im restless and shove back into my drawer when im done. that's terrible, i can't do that.

he tried touching himself, closing his eyes and thinking of you. a few weeks ago, he saw you sitting on a bench under a cherry blossom tree in the courtyard chatting with your friend who works in the dining hall. it was hot, the air was thick and heavy. the buzz of the cicadas falling over the grass as the sun began to set. as he walked over to talk to you, you began unbuttoning your uniform jacket. you wore a thin white undershirt with a low neckline. fanning your face and shifting the clothing around your shoulders, not taking off your jacket but not exactly wearing it. he stopped for a moment. you weren't allowed to remove your uniform. you lived here, but you also worked here. as a groundskeeper and a caretaker, there was no such thing as off duty. you had days where your responsibilities were less, days where you could wear street clothes into the market or spend a day out with friends, but the butterfly mansion was your whole life. you lived in that jacket, even in the heavy heat of the summer. he realized he'd never seen you in anything other than your black jacket, or white apron. of course he understands, it's hot and the air is so muggy.

i won't tell anyone, you can take it off. i'll keep your secret for you.

his face grew hot as he realized that what he was thinking, if anyone had heard it somehow, would sound so inappropriate. but he didn't mean it like that, he just meant that it's hot. he trains without a shirt every day, even in colder months. sometimes, even in the winter. he gets to strip down to what is comfortable, why can't you ? before he could turn around to leave, embarrassment heating his face, you notice him and wave him over. he comes over to you, greeting you. as he does, you begin to button your jacket back up. shamefully, he feels disappointment. he really, really wouldn't mind if you got more comfortable. your thin, white undershirt. it was tight, and it clung low on your chest. he could see the curve of your waist, the dip of your ribs below your breasts, your stomach looked soft and strong, he wanted to know what you tasted like. trailing sloppy kisses from your neck to the waistline of your pants, pulling them down with his teeth-

"how was training ? it was so hot today, im sure it was tiring." you say.

what ?

what did she say ?

training.

yes.

"yeah, it was pretty hot, i had to take a few breaks to have water inside but it wasn't a problem. what about you ? i saw you doing laundry out here earlier, you must've been hot too." he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"it was no problem! i spend most of it sitting in front of the wash board so it's fine. the worst is when you get sweaty from scrubbing the stains, but the cold water feels great on your arms. i just wish we had short sleeve uniform tops. the summer clothes are lighter, but having to keep pushing my sleeves up and getting them wet is the worst. what about you today, in dining?" you turned to your friend.

he nervously fidgets with his hands in his pockets, it's so hard to focus. apparently the kitchen in the dining hall gets disgustingly hot in the summer, the steam from the pots boiling noodles, it seems. he's not really paying attention. he keeps catching himself wandering around your frame. his eyes lingering on the angle of your jaw by your ear, your hair off your neck, exposing the twist and turn of your neck muscles as you nod, listening to your friend. your twisting the ring on your right middle finger, your fidgeting too.

do i make you nervous ? can you tell you make me nervous ?

he's lost in thought, until her friend breaks through. "well, im off to the baths. i'm on for breakfast tomorrow so i'm gonna turn in soon. i'll see you later! bye tanjiro! it was nice seeing you!"

she turns and heads inside, leaving you two alone. you sit next to her on the bench, and you can smell her so strongly now. that warm comforting smell, kind of like vanilla. she's still fidgeting with her ring.

"can i see it?" he said gesturing at your hand.

"see what ? my ring? oh, sure."

a light wash of pink grows on your cheeks as you hold out your hand. he takes it and examines your ring. your hands are soft, and smaller than his, but they are the hands of someone who works hard. soft as they may be, your nails are broken and you have callouses on your palms. you devote your life to maintaining the butterfly mansion.

her hands are so beautiful. i want her to hold my face again..

"the ring is my mothers, she gave it to me before final selection. she said it would bring me protection and good luck. i survived because i was fast, not because i was a fighter. my mom was the head cook here before she retired, and i wanted to be a caretaker here too. i've trained in the basics of combat, but really i always wanted to live here. i want to meet people and hear their stories, i don't want to have many stories myself. yknow?"

he gently turns the ring on your finger, letting his thumb rest on your knuckles.

"yeah, i understand that. before this, i made and sold charcoal for my family. my job consisted of chopping wood, burning wood, shaping the coal into bricks, and walking down the mountain to sell it in town. i met lots of great people, and i became friends with almost everyone in the village. i helped them fix things in their house, or mend clothes with their mothers. i heard all about people's lives, it was really nice. the only reason i ended up here is because of nezuko. if none of that had happened, if i hadn't lost my family, i wouldn't have become a demon slayer. i wouldn't have ever picked up a sword. i was very content with my life, making charcoal and helping people in town."

"it sounds selfish, but i'm glad you're here. i like talking with you, and i'd be sad if you never showed up here and i knew i would've never met you.' you blush and looked down at your lap, pulling your hand away to twist your ring again. 'i don't know, that sounds stupid. i'm trying to say i'm... i'm glad your my friend."

he smiles warmly, and reaches out for your hand again, you smell like that Almost Embarrassed smell again, like that night in the infirmary.

"i'm glad your my friend too."

he wanted to touch you more. he wanted to run his hands up your arms, up your neck, cup your jaw and kiss you. he wanted to kiss you, taste your lips. your tongue, anything. he wanted to put your hand on his chin, he wanted you to touch his lips. he wanted to taste your fingers, he wanted to kiss those hands that work so hard. he wanted to help you relax. help you release something. tension, stress, that feeling he keeps smelling on her, whatever it was, he wanted to wash it from her.

recalling that feeling of utter desperation to be touched by you, the shame he felt from thinking of you so lustfully when you unbuttoned your jacket, it filled his mind as he tried to please himself without your underwear on his face. but it wasn't enough. he had never let himself think about you before. any time he had lewd thoughts of you cross his mind when he touched himself, he pushed it away with ease. his goal was to relax, he didn't want to dwell on fantasies he couldn't fulfill. masturbation was like bathing- it was a chore some days and a comfort on others. he always wanted to remain focused on his goals, his training, his sister. he didn't have the time nor the energy to spare on this mindless self indulgence. but now, it was different. suddenly there wasn't anything that could satisfy him. he indulged himself to push further into that memory, relishing in the way he ate you with his eyes when he saw you in your undershirt.

what else ? what else did i want ?

he wanted to push your shirt up over your chest, groping and pawing at you. hearing you whine and moan as he pinched and licked your nipples. he wanted to pick you up and put you on his lap, tightly gripping your hips and grinding you into his hard cock with his face buried in your chest, trailing dark red hickeys from your neck down to your stomach. he wanted to hike up your skirt (wait, weren't you wearing pants?) and push your panties to the side, and feel your soft warm pussy on his fingers. he wanted to taste you on his hands, make you taste yourself on his fingers.

he could feel himself getting closer, he was fighting so hard to make himself cum. he needed to sleep so bad, he wanted to put all of this behind him. he was furiously stroking his cock, eyes screwed shut, panting and groaning into his empty bedroom.

what else?! what else do i want??

he thought hurriedly, trying to conjure up anything that would push him over the edge so that he wouldn't need to use your panties again.

i want to sprawl you out on my bed, pull your panties off with my teeth, and taste you. i want to suck on your clit, watching you writhe around in pleasure. i want you to use me, pushing my face deeper into you. i want you to pull my hair as you cum, moaning my name as you force me to drink all of you.

"i want to make you feel good... please please let me make you feel good"

he whispered to himself, finally cumming into his fist again. he made such a mess of himself, cum all over his hand and his stomach. catching his breath, he gets up to clean himself off with a towel. laying back down, he closes his eyes to try to sleep, finally feeling relaxed.

but still, it wasn't enough. that night he dreamt of you. messy, disconnected dreams with no plot, no context. just endless snippets of biting flesh, throaty moans, dark rooms. visions of sparkling summer days being sullied by foul, perverted fantasies. he fucks you by the koi pond in the courtyard. you ride his face on a table in the dining hall. you ride his cock in the infirmary, using him over and over again to make yourself cum. an empty, an unmarked hallway he doesn't recognize, you push him against a wall, on your knees sucking his cock. his dreams, cut short every time he's about to cum. he wakes up sweating and moaning into his pillow. he's face down, dry humping his bed. a wet pool of precum stains his sheets. he sits up frantically, his cock throbbing so hard it hurts. tears prick his eyes in frustration, he doesn't understand what's happening. in about 18 hours, it felt like he came down with a horrible sickness.

or an agonizing addiction.

he had never been so possessed by anyone or anything before. nothing had overtaken his mind so quickly and so viciously. he is utterly haunted by you, all of this over some dirty laundry. angrily, he slams open his drawer, grabbing the small white bag. pulling the strings open with his teeth, hurriedly pulling out your panties.

fuck it. i need you.

he shoves them to his face and begins furiously stroking his cock. it's slick and wet with precum, he's so close yet so far from his release. angrily, bitterly, he huffs and pants desperately trying to get you out of his head. your smell floods his brain, all he can think about is your gushing pussy cumming all over his face. his cock. his fingers, his thigh. biting your lower lip and pulling back as you moan into him, fucking you into his mattress.

angry, bitter lust.

"just let me go-fuck, oh my god-i need you so badly. why can't i just sleep???"

he whines into his fist. he shoves your panties in his mouth again, hoping to trigger his orgasm. he tastes you on the thin soft cotton, and it pushes him even further. but still, he can't be satisfied. he needs to move, he needs to physically feel like you're here. he needs to fuck something. he would fuck a doorknob right now if it meant he would have peace. he gets up, grabbing his pillows. he lays them one on top of the other, spits on his hand to wet himself more, and shoves his cock between them. he's so embarrassed and ashamed of what he doing, he's fucking his pillows like a spun out loser. hot waves of shame wash over him but it doesn't matter. if he can sleep after this, he can just pretend it never happened. maybe he can throw out these panties after, maybe this will be enough to rid him of this horrible plague. it's not tight enough, so he lays on the pillows fucking into them, sucking on your panties. it's a horrible, disgustingly lewd sight. he's whining and whimpering, grunting like an animal.

he's lost all composure.

he fantasizes about your tight wet pussy sucking in his cock over and over again, your tits bouncing around under him as you moan his name. seeing your stomach rise and fall with every thrust, fucking deeper and deeper into you. slow languid strokes turning to frenzied animalistic thrusts. he fantasizes about his hand on your throat, feeling you swallow and choke on your words as you cum, your pussy gushing and squelching and squeezing around him, your pretty face twisting into a look of pure pleasure-

its enough to send him over the edge.

he cums even harder than he did the first time. his vision spotty and white, his orgasm lasting so long it's painful. his cock twitching and throbbing as he dumps so much cum between his pillowcases. he makes a sound he didn't know he was capable of, some sort of grunt? scream? something near inhuman as his release washes over him, choking and gagging on your panties.

he collapses on top of the disgusting mess he made, too exhausted to even feel ashamed. he throws the pillows onto the floor, pulls your panties from his mouth, now wet with drool and puts them back in the bag, and gently puts them back in his bedside drawer. throwing off the rest of his clingy, sweaty clothes, he collapses on his bed finally sleeping soundly until morning.

to his horror, this was far from the end of his torture.

every night like clockwork, he would toss and turn restlessly until he was forced to pleasure himself. if he didn't, he would wake up dry humping his bed with an angry throbbing erection he'd have to get rid of anyway. he would always go through the same routine, ignoring the hole burning into his bedside table by your panties tucked away amongst the clutter, trying to fuck his fist hard enough to satiate his needs.

when that would inevitably fail, he would shamefully pull out your panties to sniff and suck on them until he came. if that didn't work, he would find something to fuck. the disaster he made with his pillowcases was a hassle.

the next morning he had to scurry into the bathhouse and wash them in the early morning light before putting them in his laundry so nobody- godforbid you- found them covered in cum.

so that wasn't an option.

he often resorted to just humping his bed, or balling up his sheets at his waist and fucking those. but it came with the same risk, what if someone found them? eventually he resorted back to fucking his pillows again. if felt the best, and he could steal extra pillow cases from the linen closet in the hall and keep washing the ones he ruined in the bathhouse before anyone woke up. as long as it wasn't often, he could manage that.

but none of that eased his shame.

your panties were losing their smell, and seeing you around the mansion made it so much worse. the days he saw you, those were the nights where he was forced to fuck his pillows like a pervert.

he was running out of options.

he can't cum without your underwear smothering him, and the gentle touches you'd leave on his arms and back as you walked by, greeted him, talked to him about your day, they went straight to his cock. being around you, just smelling the air around u was torture. you smells so sweet, so warm. you were gentle and brave, you were kind and thoughtful. you brought him snacks and water while he trained, you told him about your family and what you liked to do when you weren't working. you listened when he shared his insecurities, not sure if he would be able to become a hashira or cure his sister. you were such a great friend, and he ruined it by being such a disgusting pervert.

one night, he tossed and turned until his restless legs brought him out of bed. the cicadas chirping outside his window, the moonlight pouring in between the slatted windows. his eyes would not stay closed, no matter what he did. his sexual frustration wouldn't subside and he was sick of abusing his poor body with no satisfaction. as his legs carried him in paces around his room, he began gathering his things to head to the bath house. by this time, it would've been empty for hours. some warm water and the tranquility of the water lapping over the edge of the small pool will soothe his frenzied nerves, surely.

padding out across the grass, he moves quietly so not to disturb anyone trying to sleep with open windows.

walking around the side to the men's washroom, he takes a few slow deep breaths.

this is gonna soothe him, it's going to be okay.

the warm light of the bath house welcoming him, he strips of his pajamas and steps into the shower. the cool water washes over him, already whisking away the heat of distress on his skin. stepping out loosely holding a towel around his waist, he slings his bag of clothing and toiletries over his shoulder. as he approaches the large double doors into the bath, he can hear the water stirring. he pauses trying to figure out who it is. the air is clouded by the smell of wisteria and floral soaps, he can't make anything out. assuming it's just someone else up for a late night soak, he walks in. he's already made the decision he will just have to politely decline small talk, he's in no position to socialize at the moment.

he steps inside, the hot medicinal steam hits his face. so warm, he already felt a little calmer. as he is about to drop his towel and get in the water, your head pops up out of the water. your eyes meet, and you both let out surprised yelps.

he clutched his towel tighter as you quickly sink back into the water covering your chest with your arms.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???" you both screech at each other.

oh my god, she's naked. her slick wet body, hot and sudsy from the bath. dear god, this is the last thing i needed right now. fuck, im already getting hard just knowing she's in here.

he quickly turned around, giving you privacy to get out and grab your towel.

his face, beet red and sweating as he stares intently at the wall listening to you scurry out of the bath splashing water onto the floor and dripping onto the tile as you hurry to the bench nearby to wrap yourself in a towel.

"i-im sorry i didn't mean to interrupt you. i didn't think anyone was awake, i can leave if you want." he says quickly, his voice about two octaves higher than it usually is.

"no!!! ahem-no, it's okay i was getting out soon anyway." you say as the shuffle of your towel echos around the room, "i'm covered now, you don't have to keep staring at the paint on the wall now."

you let out a gentle laugh, trying to ease his tension.

he slowly turns around keeping his eyes trained at the floor and his towel tight to his hips, hands in front of his hard cock trying to hide it under the bunchy plush fabric.

slowly he peels his eyes up and meets your face, only to quickly look back down at the floor.

even with your towel on, he could clearly see every gentle curve of your body. your breasts spilling slightly over the top of your towel, the small slit running up your side exposing your upper thigh and the point of your hip. your shoulders still wet and steaming, your entire body glossy and wet. wispy strands of hair cling to your forehead, slicked down around your face, your cheeks were flushed. your looked so soft.

he could feel your gaze on him, his taut, scarred body beaded with water and his hair wet and dripping onto his shoulders.

do you like seeing me like this?

he wondered selfishly.

you moved a step or two closer to him,

"i'm sorry i embarrassed you, i was just having a hard time sleeping so i thought a bath would help me relax. are you okay?" you say, trying to catch his eye.

trying to look up to meet your face again, he replies quietly "i couldn't sleep either so i had the same idea. must be the cicadas i guess. i'm fine, im sorry i interrupted you."

he bows stiffly in apology, still white knuckling the front of his towel to pin down his throbbing erection.

"really, it's okay! no need to apologize! i'll leave you be, i hope it helps you feel sleepy. i'll see you tomorrow!" you said cheerfully.

you gather your belongings, adjusting your towel. to his delight and horror, letting small slivers of your skin peek out as you move.

it was torture. the last thing he wanted was for you to leave, but if you didn't get out he was going to embarrass himself. he wanted to drop to his knees sobbing begging for you to touch him, and if you didn't leave that minute he just might do it. as his eyes followed you out, he squeaked out a weak little "see ya!" he watched as your short towel hiked up the curve of your ass as you walked, your soft shiny thighs rubbing together.

at this point, he might as well throw himself face first into the bath and wait until he drowned because there was no way he was sleeping anymore.

the doors swung shut behind you, leaving him in the ringing silence of the bath house.

he stood there frozen for a few moments, feeling your noticeable absence from the room. it felt like someone sucked the air out of his lungs. you were so close to him, within 5 steps. you were dripping wet and naked 5 steps away from him.

and now you were gone.

he dropped his towel and smacked his hands onto his face letting out a frustrated cry. he hard cock sprang free and smacked his stomach with a heavy thwap!

his hands and feet felt tingly from all the adrenaline of embarrassment. rubbing his eyes and dropping his hands, he sat down on the edge of the water sinking his legs in. it was hot and soothing on his muscles, but the warmth only made his sexual desire worse. the bath you were in just moments ago, empty as he slid the rest of his body in. sinking up to his shoulders, he instinctively grabbed his cock as it throbbed painfully under the water. gently stroking it trying to alleviate the pain, he let out a small whimper.

this is disgusting, i'm pleasuring myself in your bath water. what have you done to me?

he was overtaken by his fantasies, desire ruling his every move.

quick images of your flushed face panting as he bent you over the arm of the bench and fucked you stupid flashed under this eyelids.

he thought about taking you back into the showers and falling to his knees, throwing your leg over his shoulder and eating your sopping wet pussy until you gushed onto his face.

fondling and sucking on your plump round tits, pink and swollen from the hot water.

she just got clean, i want her to come back so i can ruin her.

quietly whining, he leaned his head back on the lip of the pool screwing his eyes shut.

he began to quicken his pace, the waves of movement created by his shoulder began lapping on the edge of the whole bath, radiating away from him.

why did you have to be in here?

he thought to himself, distraught over how exposed you were to him.

he wanted to cry, he wanted you to come back. he needed you to come back to the bath house and touch him. his own hands were rendered worthless to him, they didn't bring him the release he needed so so badly.

tears once again began welling up in his eyes as he furiously beat his dick under the water.

"please, please, please. i need you, please come back. i can't keep doing this alone." he quietly cried to himself, getting closer to cumming with each tearful beg he confessed to the empty bath house.

"please, please-oh fuck, god please yes" he gasped as he came into the water, praying nobody came to use the baths before they got drained at 5am.

exhausted and ashamed of himself, he got out of the water and showered off in the washroom.

this has to be the most pathetic thing i've ever done in my life.

he trudged back to his dorm and collapsed asleep on his bed.

however, this was not the last time he would pleasure himself in such a risky manner.

it got so bad sometimes, he needed to stop training to jerk off in the bathroom. he's catch you on the outskirts of the training field watching him. he would get flustered, wondering if you liked watching him the way he watched you. he saw you carry large buckets of water to the laundry outside, you were so strong.

did you think the same of him ? did you like watching the way he moved ? he was getting faster and more agile by the day, did he impress you ?

all of those questions just brought him back to those dreams he had, those anguished lustful dreams.

would you scratch up my back in ecstasy? would you bite my neck and make me yours?

he would excuse himself from training to hide in a bathroom, now carrying the small bag with your underwear in his pocket, no longer hidden away in his bedside drawer. he would pull them out to hold to his face while he quickly pleasured himself so he could survive his day.

weeks went by, your panties having long lost their scent, at this point being more of a comfort to him than anything else. still, he couldn't cum without them. he slept with them tucked under his pillow, falling asleep with them tangled around his fingers. in a way, you were there with him. he would lay awake wondering what you were doing, fantasizing about you bathing after a long day, brushing your hair before bed, how soft your pajamas would feel against his body as he held you while you slept. he wanted to comfort you if you woke up with nightmares, gently pushing your hair out of your face and telling you that you're safe, you are loved.

loved?

is this love?

he had been so consumed with the shame and guilt over his unending lust for you, he didn't really allow himself to dwell on how he longed for you romantically. he wanted to hold you. he wanted to kiss your forehead, pet your hair. he wanted to comfort you. he wanted to take care of you. he wanted to listen to every word you had to say. he wanted to start a simple mundane life together. maybe someday he will make charcoal again, this time with a family he gets the chance to keep safe.

this wasn't what he had planned, but it was already getting in his way. his perverted nightly rituals eating up his time, sneaking off to the bathroom during the day to furiously masturbate, it was already forcibly making room in his life.

i should talk to her. even if she doesn't feel the same way, maybe telling her will end this. maybe putting it out into the universe will bring me peace.

that night, he decided he'd find you the next day and tell you how he felt.

that morning, he saw you in the dining hall eating breakfast with your friends, as you usually do. you were laughing and nodding along to a story someone was telling- your favorite. he liked to listen too, maybe someday you'd tell him more of your stories. he walked up to you, greeting you with a wave. you smile sweetly and say "good morning tanjiro! did you sleep well?"

"uh yeah, i did. what are your plans for the day? are you busy around lunchtime?"

"well, this morning i have a study group with some friends from my pharmaceutical class, usually i'd work until i was done and eat lunch after but i can break when your training is over. what for?"

"oh nothing important, i just wanted to catch up if you're okay with making the time."he said, looking down at his feet.

you smile again, "i'd always make the time for you." your face quickly reddens and you blurt out "i mean, for anyone really, i am just always so excited to have lunch with my friends."

he smells true embarrassment on you, and he softens. you feel flustered around him, just the same as he does around you. maybe if he tells you, you'd feel the same way. either way, this will bring him peace. it has to.

lunch rolls around and you meet in the corner of the courtyard. 3 large cherry blossom trees are tucked away against the tall fences surrounding the property. the shade feels cool and smells like damp grass. you sit on the wooden bench next to him with your box lunch in hand. you chat for a while, talking about how your days have been and he tells you about the most recent time inosuke acted like a deranged animal in public. you laugh, it feels easy and light. his face grows more serious and he clears his throat.

"honestly, i did have a reason to ask you to spend your lunch with me today. i have something i wanted to tell you, if that's alright."

you grow a bit nervous, what if he's leaving? what if he's sick? whatever it is though, you want to hear it. "okay, yeah go ahead."

he turns to you more deliberately, setting his box lunch on the ground. "i don't know how you'll feel about this, and i don't expect you to feel the same way, but i wanted to tell you anyway. the truth is, i didn't sleep well last night. or the night before. i fell in love with you last year, and it's been growing heavier on me for a while now. you've been taking up space in my mind, keeping me up at night. i thought maybe if i told you i'd finally sleep a little better. i didn't tell you before because i really enjoy your company, and if you thought i only saw you as a pretty face, you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore. but if you'd still allow me to be your friend after knowing how i feel, i would be more than happy to remain friends with you. and even if i don't sleep any better after this, if i still get to call you my friend, i will always be content with that."

he felt like he was lying a little, of course he would be happy to remain her friend, but 'content' was not the case. he would still suffer his anguished, lustful dreams and fitful nights of insatiable neediness, but it wouldn't matter as long as you were still around. he would put up with you haunting his every move if it meant you would still give him your attention.

your face was red and you fidgeted with your ring incessantly, processing what he just told you. you look to his face for reassurance that you don't have to respond yet, and you were met with a look of patience and a soft smile. he didn't mind waiting for you. and he didn't mind your response, whatever it may be.

"i..." you start slowly, "i have felt the same about you, since your second week here. i was crying outside on the porch of the dorms, and you comforted me. i was afraid because my mother was sick at the time, and you held me and made me feel stronger. you asked about her often, and when i told you she got better a few weeks later, you were genuinely happy to hear it as if you knew her yourself. you are ... bright and w-warm and i like being around you. i wat- i notice you training sometimes, and it makes me feel... braver. it can be scary seeing you come back home- back to the mansion, i mean- hurt all the time. but you get stronger every day, so it makes it easier to put away my worry. i... i worry about you when you're gone and i-i.. miss you. i miss you when you aren't here."

he shifts in his seat, rubbing his palms on his thighs, "wow, that's amazing to hear' you are so kind to me but i always thought you were kind to everyone, that it wasn't personal. i can't believe it! if it's okay with you, i want to tell you a little more about my feelings for you." there's hesitation in his voice as he looks to you for permission.

"of course, i'd like to hear your them. id like to hear all of them, actually." you say sheepishly, looking at your lap.

all of them?..

his mind floods with all the perverted fantasies he has for you, every sleepless night spent writhing in sexual frustration, desperately fucking his fist or his sheets or his pillows, rubbing his cock raw trying to push the vile indulgence out of his mind, tortured by thoughts of pleasuring you over and over again.

not that, obviously.

"i-um.. sorry, i got lost for a second there." he shifted in his seat, trying to hide a growing bulge in his pants. "i think you are so kind and warm. you and i are very similar in a lot of ways, we both find beauty and peace in the mundane. like how you enjoy the cool water of the laundry on hot days, and i like watching the sun rise every day. i like it when you are the one to take care of me when im hurt.... i-i miss your touch when you leave." he said, choking out that last bit.

your eyes grow wide, your cheeks flush. he can smell that strange emotion on you again, the one he could never figure out. it was much stronger now than before. it smelled like embarrassment, but there was something else there. it was... urgent, almost.

"you miss me??" you squeak out, looking like you wanted to crawl under the bench and die.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to embarrass you, i shouldn't have shared that" he says grabbing your hand trying to comfort you.

that smell grows stronger as that emotion grows within you, he doesn't know what to do to help calm you down.

"no no, please keep going. i want to hear more, i really really do. please believe me, i am thrilled to know that you miss when i- miss me when im not around." you stumble over yourself, holding his hand just as tightly as he's holding yours.

"okay," he says, scooting a little closer you to you, "but only if you tell me what your feeling right now. you smell like you are embarrassed, but i know that's not quite right. something is wrong, and im worried im overwhelming you."

"i'm not embarrassed, im just a little flustered!! i've had feelings for you for a long time, and your telling me not only do you feel the same way, but thinking of me keeps you up at night. i want to know those thoughts, i want to share my own. i'm just embarrassed of how i feel a little, and i don't want you to think i'm weird or anything."

"why would i think you are weird? i think the world of you, you don't have to worry about any of that. if anything, im worried about the same thing."

"it doesn't matter, im just nervous is all."

that emotion smells warm, and musky, almost like....

his heart begins to beat out of his chest. the small white bag begins burning a hole in his pocket, as he realizes.

you feel that same burning pull of desire that's been driving me insane.

"if you are too nervous, i can stop." he says gently, tilting your face up to meet him. he's leaning in closer, inches away from you. his words are soft, but there's a darkness behind them you can feel.

you meet his eyes, your eyelids low and your breath getting ever so slightly heavier.

"no, please don't.." your eyes flutter shut as you lean in to kiss him. you start small, gently pressing your lips together. he pulls back to admire your face, when he kisses you back with more force. he cups his hand around the back of your neck, letting go of your hand to pull you in by the small of your back. his kiss is passionate and urgent, but he's clearly holding back. he bites back a groan as you bite his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth to suck on it.

you let go, pressing your forehead to his, "can you tell me more about how you feel about me ?"

his mind was racing, he needed more.

your lips were soft and warm and they tasted so good, his cock was throbbing against his waistband. he had so much he wanted to tell you, so many ways he wanted to please you, he had no idea what to say or where to start.

"i can tell you i've wanted to kiss you for a really long time. that day we sat together in early summer, on the bench across the courtyard ? you were showing me your mothers ring and all i could think about was how badly i wanted you to hold my face again, like when i was in the infirmary."

you reach up and cup his face, running your thumb over his bottom lip. his breath catches in his throat, and he begins breathing a little heavier. he leans his face into your hand, pushing into you as if to feel your touch more somehow.

his lips part slightly and he gently bites your thumb.

"i think..." he said, barely above a whisper, "that you have the prettiest hands.."

he takes your hand off his face and places a sloppy kiss on the inside of your wrist, "and i can see how hard they work."

he kisses your wrist again, licking it slightly. "and i can tell you that when i can't sleep, i am kept up over thoughts of how.... to please you."

it was too much. your thighs were clenched so tight, you were so wet it was smearing down your legs and you couldn't stand not being closer to him. you jumped up from your spot on the bench, startling him. you grab his wrist and drag him away, hurriedly saying '

"come with me, please. we gotta go somewhere else."

you drag him into the dorm hall, down the caretaker hall. you throw open your bedroom door, it slides into the wall with a loud thunk. you turn to him in a puff, "do you want to come in? with me, i mean?"

without hesitation he steps in behind you and says "absolutely."

he grabs your face and kisses you hard, exploring your mouth with his tongue. he hooks his hands down under your knees and lifts you up. as you hook your ankles around his waist he lets out a stifled moan, feeling your body on his was like sticking his fingers in an outlet. he had punished his cock endlessly over daydreams like this, and here he was, sinking onto the edge of your bed with you in his lap.

his mouth leaves yours, and begins leaving urgent, red marks down your neck. you slowly start grinding on him, and he's fighting back whimpers and moans. it's perfect. it's everything. he needs more. he reaches for your collar and tugs on it, whispering in your ear "may i?"

you nod, softly moaning as he continues kissing, licking and biting your neck from your earlobe to your collarbone. he begins unbuttoning your jacket and peeling it off you.

your thin, white undershirt. this is heaven.

he slips his hands under the hem, feeling your stomach, your back, stopping right at the curve of your breasts. "can i- touch you- more please ?" he says desperately between kisses.

"god, please" you say breathlessly.

he lifts your shirt up over your head, stopping to admire your body. "you are even more beautiful than i imagined" he said as he began squeezing and sucking on your chest.

you cry out in pleasure and quickly slap your hand over your mouth. "you-ahh fuck- you thought of m-me like this ?" you whisper, already knowing answer.

"what do you think has been keeping me up at night ? you haunt me, my love. i am tortured by the thought of pleasing you."

he lifts you up and gently tosses you onto your bed. he grabs you hands, lacing his fingers between yours and holding you hands above your head. he kisses you, sloppy and desperate to taste more of you.

more.

it's all he can think of.

his strong, muscular body is sprawled out between your legs. he pulls himself up until he can grind his cock into you.

soon, the friction from his pants is too much. he pulls away, asking if he can take his clothes off. "can i take them off for you?" you ask shyly.

he smiles and lifts his arms. you peel off his shirt, and you are still enthralled by his beauty. you've seen him topless plenty of times, between spying on him during training and treating his wounds in the infirmary, you've seen enough of his body to make anyone blush.

but never like this.

never in the hushed frenzy of hands and tongues in your room.

you trace the scar on his hip, a sad look flashes over your face. he notices and grabs your hand, he places it flat on his stomach. "i'm okay now, don't worry. i remember, im better now because of you."

he peels off your pants, leaving behind your underwear. he does the same for himself, leaving behind his. he lays back on top of you and begins kissing down your neck again, down to your chest, but this time not stopping there. he drags long stripes with his tongue down between the valley of your chest, biting and kissing your stomach on the way down. it's every fantasy he'd had about you all crashing into him right now. he was so hard it hurt but he ignored it.

this wasn't something he wanted to push away or rush through.

he had spent months agonizing over every little detail, every way he wanted to please you. he was going to do all of it. he stopped at your underwear and sat up, lifting your thigh to his mouth kissing and licking down it until he reached your ankle. he wanted to worship your body, the body that works so hard to keep the mansion running, the body that houses the girl he loves. he drops your leg and sinks back down to the hem of your underwear, hooking his fingers around them on your hips. "can i take these off?" he said quietly with heavy eyelids.

"y-yes please. i need you too." you whispered in response, lifting your hips to help him get them off faster.

he pulled them between his teeth, his breath tickling your stomach, causing more butterflies to erupt inside you. he slipped them down to your knees with his teeth, then tossing them aside with them hooked around his finger in one fluid motion. sticky strands of your wetness cling to the fabric, smearing on your thighs as he pulled them off. he cleaned you up quickly, licking the wet spots down your thighs.

this is so much better than sucking on her panties.

unconsciously palming his throbbing cock through his underwear. he leans his cheek on your thigh looking down at your dripping pussy. "god, your even more beautiful than i imagined you were. look at her, your pretty pussy" he says as he lays back down, kissing from your belly button until just above your clit.

squirming and writhing with impatience, you whimper out a small "please, tanjiro."

your eyes meet.

that was all he needed, the last straw.

he dove in hungrily, sucking and slurping your dripping wet pussy, burying his face into you. you let out a gasp, clamping your hand over your mouth as you let out a deep groan from the bottom of your stomach.

he reaches up to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, he just started but you already feel close.

so much anticipation, so many times you've watched him train, watched his rippling sweaty body in the sunlight- trapping those thoughts for later when you'd rush into your dorm after a bath and play with your pussy until you were too exhausted to continue.

that night he found you in the bath house kept you awake for hours after.

you look down at him, his deep red eyes staring up at you full of lust, something so dark behind them. he plunged his tongue into you so deeply, fucking you and slurping on your gushing wet pussy. "c-can i tell you something ?" you gasp out breathlessly trying not to scream from the pleasure.

"of course-you can" he replied between thick wet kisses on your clit.

he eased up, gently nibbling and sucking on it so you could respond easier.

"i touch myself almost every night thinking about you in my room like this. i- i even stole one of your shirts from the laundry once just so i c-could have you closer while i did it." you let out a raspy moan as he sucked harder.

he let go and sat up for a moment, eyes darkening. a smile creeps up his face as he asks, "can i tell you something then ?"

you whined at the lack of stimulation, but nodded softly.

"you dropped your panties in the hallway around a month ago. i wanted to give them back, i really did. but i couldn't. i punished my body with them for weeks, soon i couldn't finish without them in my mouth or on my face. they are in my pants pocket right now."

he shifted up to look at you easier, and smiled wickedly," i've been carrying them around for 13 days now."

your eyes grow wide, as it dawns on you. all those sweet, innocent interactions.

all those pleasantries and small lingering stares, the whole time he had your dirty, soiled underwear in his pocket.

he stuffed them in his mouth when he came.

he was a panty sniffing creep, and he was all for you.

you grab his face and pull him up, crashing into him. his face covered in your slick, creating a sloppy wet kiss.

you accepted him, not only that, you seemed elated at the idea that he stole your underwear, forcing himself to cum over and over with them. god, you were everything he could've ever wanted.

"hold on, hold on, im not done. let me keep going for a little while longer. please, i need to." he whispered into your lips.

you nod, as he sunk back down to gently place a kiss on your clit. but that gentleness didn't last long, he quickly became consumed by you again. the smell of your pretty pussy had filled the room the minute he took your pants off, the lust emanating off your body was palpable in the air. he was devouring you viciously, his eyes darkened and hazy.

he was unconsciously grinding against your mattress, moaning into your pussy.

"you taste- so fucking good. god i love it" he mumbled into your soft wet lips.

you began to feel your orgasm coming on, and quickly. 'ahh-fuck, wait- slow down- i'm gonna-'

"say it."

"i'm gonna cum! fuck-i'm gonna cum tanjiro!" your whole body grinding into his face, as he pushed his jaw into your wet throbbing pussy.

he growled and gripped your thighs tighter, pulling himself even deeper into you. one of your hands smacked over your mouth to keep you from screaming, the other laced it's way into his long dark hair, gripping it and using it to twist his tongue around on you. you gush onto his face, panting and moaning into your hand. he shudders and groans, over and over saying "mhm, mhm~" encouraging you to use him.

your stiff, shaking legs relax as you come down, slumping back onto the pillows.

he slows down with you, matching your body language. he pulls off you, placing gentle yet firm kisses on your clit, helping you ride out the end of your orgasm.

"thank you." he says, his eyes still dark and low.

you blush and hide your face in your hands, "i don't know what your thanking me for."

"for letting me please you. it's all i want to do. i want to worship you until my body breaks down. i want to satisfy every craving you have. can i keep going?" he says, as he places long sloppy kisses on your thigh, leaving red marks up and down them.

"yes please, i still need so much from you" you reply breathlessly.

he dips back down and begins sucking on your clit again, but this time he brings one of his hands around and gently rubs your lips with his fingers. he spreads you open and slowly starts sinking one of his fingers into you. just that small amount of stretch felt so good, you felt yourself clench around him, your body desperate for more of him. he groaned into your pussy, muttering something like "fuck, you're pulling me in~" but it was hard to hear over your own raspy moans and whimpers.

he pulled out his finger to add a second one, stretching you further. his fingers felt large, and rough, worn from battle. he began slowly pumping them in an out, noticing how your moans would get higher and quicker the more he ran his fingers over that nub of flesh inside you.

"ahh-fuck, oh my god' you cried, 'it's so much, fuck it feels too good. please, faster, im gonna cum!!"

he sucked harder on your clit, pushing his jaw into you again while pumping in and out of your dripping wet pussy. you were clenching and throbbing around him, sucking his fingers back in. he was shuddering and grinding into the bed again, desperately trying to hold back cumming himself.

you cried out, calling his name over and over as you came on his face and hands, you squirted all over his fingers, gushing down his jaw and neck.

god, you made such a fucking mess.

he rides it out with you, easing up and slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

sitting up, he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking them and licking his hands down to his wrists, cleaning himself off. he wipes his face with his hand, and reaches into his pants to smear your cum all over his cock.

the air was thick and heady, his head swimming from all the pleasure in the air.

on his knees, he looked down at you pleasuring himself. the wet spot in his underwear growing as he touched himself. his eyebrows scrunched, and his jaw hanging open, he let out small guttural moans. he fell down onto you, propping himself up over your face his long hair hanging around you as he continued stroking his cock inside his underwear. "please.... can i take them off? can i please fuck you?" he begs, never taking his eyes off your face.

you hook your fingers around his underwear and pull them down enough to let his cock spring free. it was red and twitching and angry desperate to be inside you. you grab his hips and roughly pull him down onto you, the hilt of his cock wetly slapping onto your pussy with a squelch. "please fuck me, i have needed you for so long." you whisper as you grab his face and kiss him deeply, as if he had been gone for days.

his breath catches in his throat as his cock finally makes contact with you for the first time. without thinking, he began grinding into you, thick wet sounds reverberated around the room. you were so wet, so covered in cum that his cock glided so easily on you. he could've cum from this alone, but he couldn't. he was so close to getting what he needed, he had to hold back. he hooked his arm under your back and pulled you closer. he moved from your lips to your neck, sucking on your earlobe, gasping and moaning in your ear. "c-can you put me inside you? if i watch im going to cum. i-hah fuck- i need you to do it." he said through gritted teeth.

you reach down between the two of you and grab his cock. he stifles a moan as you give it a few cautionary strokes, before rubbing the tip between your lips to gather some of your wet cum. you angle it into yourself, and grab his hips to slowly push him into you. his eyes shoot open and lock with yours, letting out a loud "ohhhh fuuccckkkkk~" as his eyes roll back a little and his jaw hangs open.

you keep going, whimpering as it stretches you out. you reach the base of his long, thick cock, the red puffs of hair tickling your clit. you grind down onto him, slowly rocking your hips back and forth trying to get used to it. he's frozen, choking on his own moans trying to comprehend what he's feeling.

it's exactly what he thought it would be.

no, it's so much better.

all those nights spent fucking his pillows like a creep, when just one hall over the sweetest, tightest, wettest, prettiest pussy was getting fingered and played with to the thought of him. it was almost cruel, realizing that as your pussy clenched tightly around him, he could've had it sooner.

he slowly started rolling his hips with you, every bit of friction on his cock, every throb of your pussy felt like overstimulation. he needed it so badly for so long, now that he had it, it's overwhelming. he pushes past the urge to cum and begins pumping long, slow, deep strokes into you. every time he bottoms out and feels your cervix around the head of his cock, you both moan in unision. you were both breaking down under the weight of your lust for each other.

"fuck, your cock feels so amazing. it's better than i thought it would be!!" you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes.

your praise goes straight down to his cock. looking down at you crying over the pleasure he could give you, it was crippling. his elbows buckle, no longer able to hold himself up to watch you bounce under him. he wraps his other arm that's not under you around the back of your neck and starts biting into your shoulder "god, your-fuckfuck ahh- your pussy is p-perfect, you keep sucking me back in. it's so wet and tight, i can't take it!! it's-god, fuck- it's too good!!" he wells with tears too, you are both so overcome with pleasure you are crying and clawing at each other.

you leave thick red scratches down his back as he continues to fuck you hard and slow, leaving bite marks and dark purple hickeys all over your neck. you drool into his shoulder unable to speak, mumbling and moaning loosely about how good it feels, how badly you need his cum, how you dreamed of him fucking you like this.

but with every sound you make, he gets closer and closer to cumming inside your sweet little pussy. he begins to fuck you faster and harder, drilling his hips into you as he sits up and spreads your thighs open for him. his face looks angry and dark as he tries desperately not to cum. "oh my god, yes-fuck!!! i'm gonna cum, tanjiro!!! im gonna cum on your cock please keep going!!!"

thank god, he thought. he was not going to be able to keep this up much longer but he had to make you cum before he did. your bouncing tits and your slack jawed, fucked out face was making it so much harder for him to keep up. he looked down at the mess you were making on him, your wet slick running all the way up to just under his belly button, matting down his happy trail, and dripping down his balls. there was a creamy ring of your cum all over the hilt of his cock. every wet smack and squelch of your tight little pussy was ruining him. he felt you begin to shake and clench around him, sucking him in even harder. your pussy was milking his cock for cum and it was too much.

you both crash into each other in a tangle of limbs and guttural, animalistic groans as you both cum so hard you are seeing stars. you squirt all down the length of his cock, splashing up onto both of your stomachs as he cums deep into your pussy. you feel the throb of his cock as it pumps deep against your cervix as you clench around him, milking him for more.

he whimpers and drools against your shoulder as he comes down, you shudder and weakly grind your clit against him as you fuck the last of your high off. you both lay there in the sticky mess you made, just breathing in each other for a while.

he pulls you in tight, holding you close against him. "i meant what i said, i fell in love with you. i fell in love with your kindness, your serenity. you are a blue spring, you radiate a warmth that i don't think i've gotten to know since i was a child. i love you, i wasn't just saying it."

you push him off a bit so you could see his face, and cup your hands around his jaw. "i know, and i love you too. i'll always be here to take care of you."

he slowly pulls his half-hard cock out of you, watching his cum spill out onto the bed around you. he gets up pulls a towel from your closet. he cleans you off and lays down next to you, lightly tracing circles on your stomach.

"so, what do you think our excuse should be for never coming back from lunch ?"

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part two here

(authors note #2: this was my first fic!! weeeeeee!!! if u liked it and u want a follow up kinda diving into the start of their relationship please let me know <333 thank u for reading!! byeeeeee<33☆)

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