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kamiversee · 6 months ago

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˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗

7 | What's it gonna take

❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.

❧ Content | language, fluff, teasing, dry humping, sexual tension, etc.

❧ Word Count | 5.6k

❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

| Chapters mlist |

——The next morning you wake up with your cheek pressed against something warm, an oversized t-shirt clothing you and one of your legs resting atop something. You quickly find out that the something in question happens to be none other than the man you had sex with the night prior, your best friend, Choso Kamo.

Laying on his naked chest, before your eyes even peel open, you relish in the gentle smell of his cologne. Surely you don’t remember either of you showering last night and yet here he was smelling as though nothing had even occurred. But hey, you’re pretty sure you passed out at some point so you wouldn’t be surprised if he cleaned himself up while you were sleeping.

The sound of a phone dinging oddly close by makes you finally crack your eyes open, the first thing you’re met with is a phone in Choso’s hand not too far away from you. Since you were lying slightly on top of him, you could feel the deep breath he took due to the most recent notification.

In the background was the faint sound of The Weeknd— you’ve got no idea what song was playing but it was there somewhere, sounding a bit far away. That aside, instead of focusing everywhere all at once, you center your gaze on Choso’s phone and watch his thumb linger over that recent notification.

You had to blink a few times to read it but the most you got from the text there was a ‘Hey, can u call me when u wake up? I wanna talk about last night…’ from someone named… Hori? You’ve got no idea who that is but the message is swiped away and blatantly ignored before you get to think about it any further.

Choso then swipes through the rest of his messages, answering some recent texts from his family members up until one message catches your eye yet again. It was something from his Uncle and the only reason it caught your eye is because your name was mentioned. Allas, before you could read anything past the words ‘Are you still,’ Choso was swiping out of the text thread entirely and you were soon spotting your contact.

Choso, being the total sweetheart he is, has your name happily saved as ‘Idiot #1’. You wouldn’t expect anything more or less from him but reading that made you scoff, which alerts him that you’re awake.

Followed by his realization is his heavily husked tone hitting your ears, “Well, good morning to you too.”

You almost smile at his voice alone. Something about it had your heart twinging in an unusual way and your lips twitching before you shifted your head up to look at him, “Mornin’ Cho.”

Choso’s gaze softens as it meets yours and you catch the way his whole expression and vibe seem to come at peace all at once. “How’d you sleep?” Holy shit the rasp in his voice was making your legs twitch against him ever so slightly, your eyes fleeting elsewhere.

“Fine, I think,” You hum, glancing around his bedroom until you spot the TV, “You?” As you ask that, you’ve located the source of lowly volumed music.

“Better than I have in a while,” Choso sighs as his eyes remain on your face, “How do you feel?”

You turn to him again and tilt your head, “I feel okay but uh, better than you have in a while?” You repeat with a lift of your brow, “Good pussy gave you some good rest, huh?”

He rolls his eyes at that question immediately, “Oh but I’m the ‘cocky bastard’.”

A smile graces your face and you shrug, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah,” Choso replies simply, “I guess you could say that.”

You chuckle at that and let out a little hum, to which he grins at you. Was there something in the air? Because Choso was staring at you like you were the only thing he’s ever cared to lay his eyes upon and you couldn’t get yourself to break away from his gaze for a long moment.

“Cho,” You hush out, watching as his brows lift, “Why’s my name saved as Idiot number one in your phone??”

Annnnd moment ruined.

Choso chuckles, “Cause’ you’re idiot number one, duh.”

“Why the number? Are there more idiots you know?” You muse, smiling slightly at the man.

“Two things; one, if there were, would you be jealous? And two, did you just willingly call yourself an idiot?” Your brown-haired best friend huffs out in jest, intrigued by your questions.

You shrug, “One; no. And two; yes.”

Ah, he’s full-on smiling at you now. Something was definitely in the air because Choso hasn’t felt this banter with you in forever and his heartfelt weird experiencing it again.

Then he’s shaking his head at you, “You’re a dumbass.”

“I have my moments, I suppose,” You hum before slowly moving to sit up. The second you try moving, there’s a throb coming from just about everywhere— more specifically your thighs and back, which causes you to wince and pause in your movements, “Shit.”

Choso’s sitting up along with you and he tips his head to the side, “I asked you how you felt ‘nd you said you were okay.”

You scoff, “I was before I-“

He doesn’t even let you finish before he’s reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing something for you. Then he’s handing said unknown items to you and earning a confused glance from your face.

“Ibuprofen for your pain,” Choso explains, handing you one of two pills, “And uh, morning after for your uh-,” He awkwardly clears his throat as he processes a few things in his head, “So you don’t get, y’know… Since I uh-“

“Fucked me full of your cum last night?” You say bluntly, making his entire face heat up.

“Y-Yeah,” Choso stutters as a very prominent shade of red spreads across his face, “Since I did that.”

You smile at how shy he’s being before taking those pills from his hand, raising a brow at the man as you gesture to them, “So, am I supposed to throat these pills raw?”

“I’m sure you could if you wanted to,” He comments casually while reaching over for a water bottle, “But if you need me to stretch your throat out beforehand just say the word and I’ll-“

“Christ, Choso,” You gasp as you slap your free hand over his mouth. He smiles against you and hands you the water bottle he was reaching for. “How do you get shy from the thought of last night but then all bold two seconds later??” You huff before taking your hand off his mouth and grabbing the water bottle.

Choso shrugs, “Cause’ I almost got you pregnant last night,” He says reluctantly, the tips of his ears burning red, “But I can’t get you pregnant if I fuck your throat.”

You roll your eyes at him before taking the given medicine swiftly. Choso’s smile widens a bit and he quietly watches you gulp down the water and two pills, his eyes unknowingly focusing in on your throat for longer than intended. The way you effortlessly swallow-, which should be expected, you’re only drinking water but…

That small little ahh you let out as the bottle is retracted from your lips, the way you managed to cause a slip of water to escape your mouth, followed by an innocent glance in his direction, and then your eyes are on his and his eyes are on your lips and he just-

“You want to?” You ask casually, earning even more of his undivided attention.

“Want to, what?” Choso murmurs with a soft furrow of his brows.

You chuckle and lean closer to him. Then, you lean down a bit so he can look into your eyes and not at your lips, “Fuck my throat.”

Choso swallows thickly as he gazes deep into your eyes, “Right now?”

You scoff, “No, idiot. I’m sore enough everywhere else-“

“What’s one more place?” He cuts off, suddenly all too interested in the mere idea of face fucking you.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, “Choso.” You murmur sternly.

“I’ll be gentle,” He whispers back, slowly reaching for your waist and carefully pulling you closer to him.

And then you’re on top of him all over again, your thighs spread and straddling him comfortably.

You shake your head, “Cho-“

“I promise,” He urges as he leans back and pulls your upper half with him until he’s resting against his headboard and your face is less than an inch away from his, “I’ll ease my cock in, take it nice ‘nd slow with you if that’s what you want, princess.”

Your body heats up at both his words and how gentle he’s already being, “Choso… We like, just woke up.”

He flashes that stupidly sexy but lazy smile at you, “Not a big fan of morning sex?”

“I actually am but,” You pause for a minute. Your eyes just linger on Choso’s and you feel his hands trail down to your hips, then your thighs, and then he’s squeezing slightly.

Choso leans in, “But…?”

“I’m sore,” You whisper.

“You’re sore,” He echoes as if to say it more to himself than to you. With that, he lets off a little nod before slouching back, “Right. Well, can I at least get a kiss?”

“S’that all you want?” You hum while leaning forward and slipping your arms around his neck.

Choso nods again and his eyes greedily drop down to your lips, “Uhuh.”

His hands start sliding up again, as if he just can’t get enough of touching and feeling you. You grin before your lips are slotting into his, his grasp on you tightening all of a sudden. He feels you whine into the kiss and bites back a smile as his hands continue to slip upward.

Choso’s fingertips dance just barely under the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing (his shirt) and you soon feel him hold onto the bare skin of your hips. His hands weren’t exactly rough but they weren’t the softest either. Choso’s skin was an odd mix of both, some areas were more calloused than the others and you could always tell he used his hands quite a bit.

He slides up again with his touch, holding onto your waist before tugging you even closer and kissing you passionately. You hum against him before he starts easing his tongue into your mouth.

And then the kiss is getting hotter and he’s gasping against your lips when you unintentionally rock your hips against him.

Choso pries away and drops down to your neck, planting kiss after kiss and relishing in every sigh you let out. “Thought you were sore?” He hums into your skin.

You smile, “I am,” Then you’re tilting your head to give him better access and his hands are dropping back down to your thighs.

“Where?” Choso asks softly while caressing the top of your thighs and still kissing tenderly at your neck.

“The back of my legs, kinda,” You explain quietly with his hands moving the moment you speak, “And my back-, b-but mainly under my thighs.”

“Mh,” Choso hums and then he’s sliding his fingers underneath your thighs and pressing into your skin, earning a noticeable wince from you. “Here?” He whispers.

You nod and he kisses under your jaw, his hands focusing on those sore areas of yours as he massages them carefully.

This goes on for a while up until your head ends up resting on his shoulder and he massages your legs while you remain seated on top of him. Gasping every time he presses into your skin just right and whining while he soothes your tired muscles, you find your eyes squeezed shut as he touches you.

“Right there, Cho,” You whine, to which he rotates his fingertips against the most recent area he was in.

Choso turns and presses his lips into your neck, “You make this sound so sexual, y’know,” He teases.

You roll your eyes, “It just feels good, a-and I’m not doin’ it on purpose.”

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckles.

Then, the two of you simmer back into that comfortable silence of yours, his hands working your tense skin with care as you remain as still as possible.

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Roughly ten minutes go by until you seem to be a lot more relaxed under his touch. The same artist that’s been playing lowly from the TV can still be heard, Double Fantasy by The Weeknd being the song filling the still air of the room.

At some point, Choso decides he can start teasing you again and he moves his lips to your ear, “Where else are you sore, pretty girl?” He whispers way too affectionately.

You quickly pull your head away from him and shoot him a pointed look, “I told you my back…”

He meets that little glare of yours with a smirk, “I really did a number on you, huh?” Choso teases while sliding his hands up to your back and soon pressing his fingers against your spine.

You sigh and your lashes flutter in relief, “Uhuh.”

Your best friend continues to soothe you, skillfully running his hands all up and down your back to relieve the tension. And it felt nice to be cared for like this by him. Usually, if you were sick or ever feeling bad— he’d shrug you off and tell you to thug it out (affectionately).

But now? Choso was the sweetest you’ve ever experienced from him. You wondered how long this would last-

“Choso,” You breathe out, having felt his hand wander off.

“Hm?” He hums innocently.

You almost laugh at the man, “That’s my ass.”

He bites back a laugh of his own, “Yeah, I know. You’re not sore here?” Choso questions while he palms and squeezes at the fat of your ass.

“No, Choso,” You snicker, “You just wanted an excuse to touch my ass.”

“Noooo,” He drags out playfully as his smile begins to mirror yours. You raise a brow at him and he quickly folds, “Okay, maybe. But I dunno, I couldn’t help myself. You’re sittin’ on top of me and lookin’ at me like…”

Your head weighs to the side as you search his eyes for an explanation, “Like what?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know how to describe it but it makes me crave you.”

“C-Crave me?” Your lashes bat in surprise and he nods.

Choso’s naturally sleepy features remain neutral as he peers into your eyes, “Mhm.”

You try to laugh his little statement off, “One night with me and now you’re obsessed?”

“Addicted, maybe.” Choso whispers so faintly you almost miss it.

Almost, “Seriously?” You utter in response.

He swallows, sitting there just staring at you while his hand continues mindlessly squeezing your ass. He has such a mellow expression with you right now. You’ve felt comfort with Choso before but never to this degree. Everything about the way he’s looking at you right now is making your heart feel odd.

“No.” He eventually says in a firm tone.

You scrunch your brows, “Cho-“

“I was joking, shut up.” He cuts off— feeling distant with you all over again.

“No you weren’t,” You refute, scoffing at the man, “You really are addicted to me now, aren’t y-“

He’s cutting you off with another kiss, to which you freeze completely. Your brain simply halts at the feel of his lips on yours again. So soft and gentle with you, like he’s been waiting years to do this and wants to sink into this feeling forever. Hell, maybe he has been waiting for years.

It’s nowhere near the first time he’s ever kissed you but, something about your lips on his makes his mind lose all sensible thoughts for a minute. Which is why both of his hands are dropping to your ass and he’s pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He pushes against you a bit harder and you gasp at how needy his hands are on you. Your lips part against him and he gifts your ass with a smack, earning a faint moan from you.

“Fuck,” Choso sears in between your lips, gripping and grabbing at all of you.

Your chest is pressed tightly against his and because of his tight grip on you, you can’t help the gentle rock of your hips against him.

Seconds, it takes mere seconds for you to feel his cock poking up at your unclothed cunt.

Then Choso’s snatching his lips off of yours and dropping to your neck again, “Don’t stop,” He groans, “Please.”

You moan at the way he shifts one hand to your hips and constantly tugs you against him, grunting hotly into your neck as he feels your bare cunt rub against his cock— one flimsy layer left between the two of you.

“C-Cho, we shouldn’t-,” You’re cut off by him gently lifting his hips against you, a soft gasp escaping you instead.

“Why?” He breathes, moving to grab your ass as you grind against him a bit harder, “We have the whole day to ourselves,” Choso whispers.

You toss your head back and he starts sucking on your neck, careful not to leave a mark. “B-Because… we just, hah, we shouldn’t.”

He scoffs, “Scared of noise complaints?”

“No?”

“Should be,” Choso hums as he bites back a throaty groan from the way he feels you right against his tip. “Shit, did you-, hah, notice what I did to the wall yet?”

Your brows twist up before you turn and catch sight of a rather large hole in the wall, one caused by Choso’s previous roughness with you and the bed knocking into it a little too hard.

“Choso!” You gasp, “How the hell did you-“

“I knew I heard somethin’ last night too,” He chuckles, “I was just too wrapped up in you to care.”

“You-“

“I’m sorry,” Choso breathes out almost finally before reenacting his acts from last night and swiftly flipping the two of you over, pinning you down against his bed and rolling his cock down hard against you.

You gasp, “Oh fuck-, why’re you s-so…”

He tilts his head, the veins decorating his arms flexing, “So what?” He breathes.

“Fuckin’ hard,” You nearly laugh, smiling a bit at the man, “We just woke up not too long ago. H-How do you get turned on so easily?”

Choso chuckles as if to taunt you, “You do know I can feel you right?”

“Huh?”

“I’m not the only one turned on,” He scoffs, leaning down to speak while his lips graze yours, “I can feel how wet you are, idiot.”

You gulp, “I…”

Choso nibbles on your lower lip and tugs for a moment before whispering, “Let’s jus’ make it quick, yeah?”

“Choso.” You utter sternly in protest.

“Promise,” He pants, “I promise it’ll be quick-, maybe I’ll jus’ put the tip in, c’mon.” His hips mash down against yours, causing the outline of his erect cock to push further against you.

You moan, “Mgh, but-“

“I need you,” Choso groans, sounding almost pained, “Jus’ a little bit more of you, please,” He whines.

“Fuck, o-okay, fine-“

And then he’s kissing you again, rutting his clothed cock against you over and over while he messily reaches his hands down to his sweats. Snatching at his drawstring, eager to remove the tiring layer of clothing, Choso’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

You’re such an idiot— giving into your best friend for yet a second time in a row. Were you addicted? Isn’t this wrong? Choso’s your best friend. Your best friend.

He’s just about to pull his sweatpants down before he’s rudely interrupted by the ringing of the apartment doorbell.

You both freeze, panting heavily as if you’ve been caught doing something you had no business doing. Gulping, Choso lets out a long and frustrated groan before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Can we just ignore them?” He asks you.

You giggle, “No, it’s probably one of our neighbors.”

“Oh,” Choso practically smiles at that, “You’re right. They’re probably here to give us an earful about our noise last night. Or well, your noise-“

“Shut up and go answer the door,” You scoff, “I’ll probably be here when you get back.”

“Probably?” Choso questions as he sits up and slides out of his bed.

You shrug, “I might run back to my room while you’re distracted so uh, be quick.”

A wink is sent to the man and he fights the urge to just stare at you in awe. You probably have no idea how you look right now, wearing his shirt, one of the many hickeys he left on you poking out from your collarbone, laying in his bed all tired but horny because of him-

Okay, enough of that for now. Choso shakes himself out of his little reverie and glances around his bedroom floor to spot a different pair of sweats to slip into. He swiftly does so, groaning in discomfort while he turns his back to you and debates on putting a shirt on.

You lay in his bed staring at him, your eyes widening at his back profile and the numerous bright red scratch marks decorating his skin. Damn, did you do that last night?

You almost smile at the sight but in the corner of your eye, for whatever reason, the lyrics to the song from earlier seem to catch your attention. Said song was over by now but the last end of the hook was fading out. Brightly reading the words ‘Even though it’s wrong’.

Now, it’s just a song but you can’t help but find it funny considering you just had sex with Choso last night, and almost again just a few seconds ago. It’s almost like you were forgetting something-

“See what you did t’my back last night?” Choso’s voice tugs you from your mind and you look at him.

Scoffing, “Looks like you were attacked.” You comment teasingly.

Choso tosses the shirt he was considering putting on and shrugs, “Does it?”

“Yeah,” You sigh, laying on your side and watching him glance into his bedroom mirror.

The man turns around briefly to admire the marks left on him and he grins, “Holy shit,” Choso breathes, smiling at the sight, “I looked at it a bit last night but fuck, you clawed at me like crazy.”

“…Did you not feel it while you were fucking me down into the mattress ‘nd telling me to ‘take it’ for like twenty minutes straight?” You ask dryly.

He pretends to think for a long moment and opens his mouth to say something snarky but another ring of the doorbell cuts him off.

“Better go get that,” You hum playfully.

Choso groans, clearly annoyed by the constant interruption before swiftly exiting the room. Entering the hall, passing the living room and the kitchen, and soon approaching the door.

He lets out a yawn as he unlocks the door and soon opens it, “If this is about the noise last night, I jus’ wanna cut this short by sayin’ I’m-, oh,” Choso cuts himself short as he makes eye contact with the person awkwardly standing at the door.

The man in front of him furrows his brows, “I uh-“

Choso interrupts by putting a hand up and glancing back inside the apartment, “Door’s for you!” He shouts back to you. Then, he looks at the person in front of him one more time, sizes him up, and scoffs, “She’ll be out in a sec'.”

The man opens his mouth to reply but Choso rudely slams the door in his face.

Frustrated, and with his mood almost completely ruined, Choso groans again as he makes his way back to his bedroom. As he walks in, he spots you sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at something on the floor before you look back at him over your shoulder.

“What do you mean the door’s for me?” You ask softly, “And uh,” He watches you lean down to pick up a tarnished piece of fabric, “When the hell did you rip my panties?”

“Last night, duh,” Choso huffs out rather sassily before brushing past his bed and heading toward his bathroom.

“You owe me a new pair,” You tell him with a pout on your face.

With no emotion in his voice, “I’ll buy you twenty.” He says curtly before disappearing into his bathroom completely.

You scoff at his sudden attitude and dismissal of your first question, moving to stand on slightly wobbly legs as you extend your arms into the air to stretch. Sighing, you glance around to find your shorts, soon spotting them and slipping into them before exiting the room.

Every step you take, you feel faint soreness but you think the medicine and massage Choso gave you helped your body not to feel too bad. As such, you steadily make your way to the front door— wondering if there’s a package for you or something. You still get the feel you’re forgetting something but between that and Choso’s sudden grumpiness, you just-

Every thought of yours comes to a sudden halt as you swing open the door.

“S-Satoru?” You breathe.

Oh, so that’s what you’d been forgetting. Gojo Satoru, y’know, the guy you’ve been getting along with better than you ever have with any other guy you know, the guy who’s nothing but a gentleman to you, the guy who you were literally dancing with less than twenty-four hours with, the-

Yeah, you get the point. Either way, you’re left staring up at the man with your eyes as wide as ever and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. Staring into Gojo’s kindhearted and dazzling blue eyes, feeling an abrupt rack of guilt lump up in your chest as your mind scrambles for some way to process your situation.

Swallowing thicker than ever, you slowly step out into the hall with him and shut your apartment door behind you, “What uh-, w-why-, what’re you doing here?” You stammer out with the faintest shake in your voice.

Gojo moves to scratch the back of his neck, “If I’m being honest, I’m not too sure myself.”

Blinking in confusion, you tilt your head, “What?”

“I just-,” Gojo sighs, “You didn’t respond at all last night or this morning, so I got a little worried…”

“So… you show up at my apartment?” You question further as you raise a brow at the man.

He winces, “Is that weird-, this, is this weird?” Gojo asks as he gestures to his being here.

Maybe if you weren’t guilty of sleeping with your best friend it wouldn’t be…

“U-Uh, no?” You huff out almost awkwardly, “I just wasn’t expecting you, sorry. My phone died on me last night and I never plugged it up.”

He nods before glancing to the side, “Busy with other things?”

You choke on your own guilt all over again, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Your roommate said somethin’ about a noise complaint,” Gojo recalls simply as he looks at you once more.

Your brows go up, “Did he? Well, that’s probably from whatever he was up to before I got home.”

Gojo tilts his head at you and you feel as though he could see right through you, “Riight…” He hums, “Anyway, I just came over to make sure you were okay.”

“I appreciate that Gojo but what could’ve possibly have happened to me from last night when you dropped me off to this morning?” You point out to the man with a little laugh. Sure, regret and guilt were eating you alive right now but that still doesn't explain Gojo’s sudden appearance, “I live with someone I’ve known for like eight years.”

“I don’t know-, wait, you’ve known him for eight years?” He redirects as he narrows his eyes at you.

“I met him during my freshman year of high school, Satoru,” You chuckle, “He’s my best friend.”

“Is that all?” Gojo blurts out.

You blink, “Huh?”

The man gulps, having not meant to ask that so suddenly, “Like, are you two just best friends?”

“That’s what I just said, yes.” You reply straightforwardly.

“I-“

Quick to snap back at the man for questioning you in an accusing manner, “Aren’t you and Geto just best friends?”

“Yeah,” He murmurs.

“Is that all?” You ask with a smirk.

“Of course-,” He cuts himself off with a scoff, “Okay, I see what you did there.”

“Mhm,” You hum, “So if that’s all then uh,” You slowly begin to motion toward the door behind you.

Gojo reaches a hand out, “Wait, are you free today?”

You pause, “Depends on what for.”

“Me,” He shrugs.

“Am I free for you today?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmmm, I dunno, I gotta check my schedule, Satoru.” You say teasingly as you lean left against the doorframe, “I’m a busy woman, y’know…”

Those pretty rose-tinted lips of his curve into a smirk, “Oh are you now?”

You smile, “Mhmm..”

Gojo takes a little step closer and lifts his shoulders, “Can’t you spare some of your time for your favorite barista?”

“I can consider,” You tell him before eyeing the man up and down, “What did you wanna do with me anyway?”

“Jus’ hang out.” He explains simply.

“That’s all?”

“Mhm.”

Clicking your tongue, “I would but, I was planning on taking a bit of a rain check today.”

“Oh,” Gojo hums, his brows lifting in surprise, “That’s uh-, that’s cool. I mean, yeah, no, that’s-“

“Satoru,” You snort.

He stops himself from making even more of a fool of himself, clearing his throat and meeting your gaze, “Yes?”

Lifting a finger, you gesture him to come closer and he shuffles his feet toward you. Then, you reach up for his shirt and carefully pull him down to you.

“Stop being such a dork,” You sigh with a smile on your face. Then you plant a kiss on his cheek and hug him, “And thank you for coming to check on me.”

Gojo’s body goes still for a moment while you wrap your arms around his neck and push up on your toes to hug him fully. After which, his arms are engulfing your waist and he’s letting out a sigh as he reciprocates your hug.

“Anytime,” He murmurs, his hands caressing your back, “Sorry if I made things weird…”

You chuckle, “You’re fine, Satoru. You jus’ surprised me, that’s all.” You slowly retract from the hug and meet his eyes one last time, “So… I’ll see you Monday morning?”

He nods, “Yeah.”

And with that, the two of you are steady to say your goodbyes to one another— soon parting ways as you watch him leave before disappearing back into your apartment and letting you the heaviest sigh ever.

Silence engulfs you as you stand there at the door for a moment. What are you? Some kinda slut? You literally had sexual interactions with not one, but two men on the same night.

Christ, what the hell got into you last night (aside from Choso)? Now the guilt was really settling in. It hit you earlier when you first laid eyes on Gojo but now that you’ve spoken to him, it’s like you feel even worse.

How could you completely forget him last night? The guy went out of his way to show up the next morning just to make sure you were okay and yet there you were, having just been pulled away from having sex with your best friend for a second time. This was so beyond fucked up-

“Y’know if all else fails,” The sound of your brown-haired best friend speaking tugs you out of your thoughts, “You should really consider acting because that was-“

“Oh my god, Choso,” You instantly let out a long groan, turning around to glance at him standing in the nearby kitchen, “Please shut the hell up.”

He frowns, “What’d I do?”

A sigh of frustration is let out, “Me. You did me, and that’s the problem.”

His face contorts to confusion as your statement hits his ears, “How? It’s not like you’re dating the guy.”

He makes a rather good point there but that doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty about forgetting about him and lying to him. “But I like him.” You argue.

Choso rolls his eyes, “So? What does that-“

“A lot,” You emphasize.

Your best friend cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms, “You like him ‘a lot’ but you let me fuck you last night?”

At that, your breath is caught in your throat, “I…”

He heaves out a really heavy sigh, “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I won’t say anything to him.”

You meet his gaze with thankful eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Choso shrugs, “We had sex, who cares. Why would I go out of my way to tell him that?”

“Because you hate me and find joy in my suffering,” You comment jokingly.

He laughs, “I don’t hate you.”

“Debatable,” You argue, “But anyway, thanks.”

Then, you move away from the door and slowly start walking in the direction of your bedroom.

“Mhm,” Choso hums, his eyes following you, “So, are we gonna pick up where we left off or-“

You’re quick to cut him off and not allow yourself to let him have his way with you yet again— you feel shitty enough as is, “Not in the mood anymore, Cho.”

Choso, not fazed by your rejection in the slightest, merely nods, “Another time then?”

The last thing you say to him is a crisp, “No.” Before you disappear into your bedroom and shut your door behind you.

There’s the slightest panging felt in Choso’s heart at the sound of that but he ignores that feeling entirely. ‘No’, you said. He scoffs, yeah right, let’s see how long that lasts…

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latenightdaydreams · 10 months ago

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can you do the virgin königx virgin reader where she finally lets him take her virginity (they got married)

Of course!

Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem) Part2

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Part 1: Here

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>CW: fem/afab, virginity loss, p in v, oral

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König sits at the Bride and Grooms table watching you do your father daughter dance, and you look beautiful. Today was the perfect day. Your white wedding dress clinging to your beautiful body while your hair is done up beautifully. He can’t believe someone that looks like him, acts like him, could find such a beautiful wife. A beautiful wife with such a perfect pair of tits and a fat ass that can take every inch of his cock…

His eyes stay glued to you the whole night, using the excuse of social anxiety to stay seated and not socialize; in reality he is sporting a rock-hard boner that’s clear to see in his pants. Can you blame him? You look ethereal and he has the honor of deflowering you tonight. It’s all he can think about. What will it feel like? Better than anal? No way. Can it? His head turns as your voice snaps him back to reality.

“My family said they would clean up if we want to get out of here since it has been a long day.” You walk up to him and sit on his lap. His large hands instantly find their way to your thighs and rear.

“That’s very kind of them Schatz,” he can feel his cock starting to get hard again now with your weight on his lap and knowing he is one step closer.

You both stand and begin to say goodbye to the remaining family. König was doing his best to not seem impolite by rushing you, but he was also gently guiding you to the door with his tight grip around your waist.

Finally, you both leave and make your way to his SUV. He scoops you up and begins to kiss your neck as he walks the last few steps to the car.

“Meine Liebe, du siehst wunderschön aus.” He whispers in your ear as he gently places you in the passenger seat of the car. You smile and blush in response as he runs around the car to get in.

“Are you ready to go to the hotel?” König grabs your left hand and kisses the wedding band that now hugs your finger.

“I am,” you giggle with excitement as he begins to drive off.

König walks up to the hotel room door with you in his arms carrying you bridal style. A wide smile on his face as he bends down and lets you scan the keycard. Walking into the room there are rose petals everywhere as well as a complimentary bottle of campaign and two glasses.

He places you down on the bed gently, his lips finding yours and kissing you passionately. His lips are hungry for yours now that you’re both alone and able to do things married couples do. Not only can he fuck you, but he can cum in you. He can get you pregnant. The thought of someone so…desirable pregnant with his baby is driving him insane.

König pushes his tongue against your lips and bullies it way inside of your mouth; he is hungry for you. His hand begins to grope your breast over your wedding dress, eager to get you out of it. His hand reaches around back and begins to be greeted by buttons. This wasn’t going to slow him.

Pulling down your tight dress to expose your breast König begins to kiss down your neck until he gets to your breast, his lips kissing every inch until his lips wrap around your nipple and sucks while twirling his tongue around. His hand grabbing bunches of fabric and picking it up until he can get his hand under.

His hand feels the heat between your legs and his cock begins to rise. He pushes past your thighs to touch the lacey fabric that covers his holy grail. He lets out a deep groan as he pulls his lips from your breast. Bringing his hand out from under your dress, he pulled his button-down shirt and popped the buttons off to get it off quickly. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his eagerness.

“Let’s get this dress off of you.” His arm wraps around your waist and effortlessly flips you so he can see the buttons. His eyes widen seeing how many and how small they are. The top four broke from him exposing your breast. “Schatz, would you be mad if I just ripped them?”

“Yes!” You respond quickly, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, okay.” He makes an “oh shit” face as his fingers begin to work at the buttons. After what felt like eons he finally finished.

With one swift motion he pulls the dress off of you and lays it on the chair in the room. His eyes rake over your body. He has seen it hundreds of times before but this time it’s his. His hands go to his belt and he begins to undress from the waist down. You get yourself comfortable on the bed and scoot back to the headboard. Your leg falls to the side slightly and exposed how your red lace thong barely covers your pussy as one lip hangs out the side. You shaved? This was unexpected, but whatever you felt comfortable with König was into.

“Are you ready to start Liebling?” König asks while gently stroking his cock.

You give him a nervous nod as he approaches you on the bed. His heavy body made the bed sink as he moved his body over yours. His lips pressed against yours before he slowly began to leave a trail of wet and sloppy kisses down your body. Goosebumps rising on your skin as you squirm slightly from the pleasure of his kisses.

When his mouth met your pussy, you let out a light satisfied moan. His tongue teasing at first, only lightly licking up in quick motions as if you were an ice cream cone. Your eyes gazing down at him with anticipation. His icy blue eyes meeting yours as a smirk comes across his face. He lowers his head and begins to rapidly lap at your clit making your legs twitch like crazy. Your hands grasping the bed sheets as you let out a shaky moan.

Hips slowly roll back and forth matching his tongue’s motion. “Yes, please…” One hand moves to his head, brushing his blonde hair back. His eyes never left yours as he watched your reaction to his tongue.

Pulling back, König begins to rub your clit with his pointer finger. Slowly moving his finger down to feel the entrance of your vagina. His gaze drops as he looks at your beautiful cunt. His finger’s part your folds as he looks down to see your untouched vaginal canal. “I’m supposed to fit in that?” He thinks to himself, kissing your pussy a few more times he moves his body back over yours.

“Are we going to do it like this?” You ask nervously as his body begins to nestle between your legs.

“Ja, Liebling just relax, okay?” König was nervous as well, but he didn’t show it so you could relax.

Peppering small kisses across your chest and up your neck to your lips. His heavy cock resting on your wet pussy. The feeling of the heat and wetness teasing him. He moves his hips slightly to create some friction as he is rubbing it against your swollen clit.

“I’m nervous,” you say looking into his eyes as your hands go to the back of his head and caress his hair.

“I know, I’ll be gentle, Schatz.” He brings his hand up to caress your hair and brush it out of your face.

König moves his hand gently, slipping down to your thigh and moving your leg slightly up. He leans his body back slightly so he is kneeling with his back hunched over. With his other hand he grasps his erect cock and lines it up with your entrance.

Slowly he leans forward and pushes the tip in. Königs eyes frantically searching your face to make sure you’re okay. He can feel his sensitive tip being squeezed by your gummy and inviting warmth. With every bit of his power, he is resisting the urge to just push all the way in at once. Instead, he slowly pushes forward. His eyes trailing from your eyes down your body to look at his cock inching its way in.

You feel a sharp sting and pressure as he pushes in. A pained mewl leaves your lips as you close your eyes, your hands reaching for the bedsheets to grab. You read on the internet that it was only going to hurt a little, but you also read the average cock is only supposed to be like 5.5 inches and two fingers wide. You feel soft kisses on your forehead as he pushes in more and you moan out.

“Are you okay?” König asks, his voice dripping with pleasure.

“Yeah, it just hurts.” You look up at him.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, keep going.”

He is thankful you said to keep going because he didn’t want to pull out. With both hands, he pushes your legs back a little more as he watches his cock slowly pull half way out. There is a bit of crimson red on him, but he knew it was to be expected so he doesn’t worry.

Pushing back in he groans loudly, his hips pressing all the way against yours this time as he bottoms out. Your virgin pussy now squeezing the entire length of his massive cock. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size, was too much for him. Eyes rolling back, he begins to buck his hips forward into you. The sound of your wet pussy is all he can focus on as his mind becomes lost in a haze of euphoria. He understands why men have gone to war for this.

“Fuck y/n, you feel so fucking good.” König growls as his eyes open to scan your body. Your breast bouncing beautifully in rhythm with his thrust. His dick covered in a mix of red and creamy white triggering something primal within him.

You begin to feel the pleasure overwhelm the pain as König pushes your legs all the way to your chest and begins to fuck you even faster. His massive 300lb body slamming into your tight cunt over and over. Your eyes going crossed as you struggle to stretch for him, babbling in your native language and begging him for more.

His cock passing over your sweet spot repeatedly causing a strange pressure sensation to build up at your core. Your hands desperately grab at Königs sweaty arms, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust.

“I- I have to pee.” You moan out.

This snaps König out of his euphoric haze and he looks down into your eyes, maintaining pace as he begins to watch you, knowing that you’re about to cum.

“König!” You moan out as the pressure begins to become too much and your legs begin to shake. You look into his eyes looking down at you. “I- I’m,” you can’t even speak

“Cum for me baby,” Königs voice sounds low and sensual. He leans back slightly to move one of his hands and he begins to rub circles over your clit with his thumb.

The extra touch took you over the edge. Legs trembling and eyes crossing, you let out a screaming moan. Your back arches as you succumb to pressure feeling. Waves of euphoria wash over your body as you squirt on Königs abdomen.

“Mein Gott, ja.” König whispers as he lightly slaps your soaking wet pussy.

“Es tut mir Leid,” Small whimpers leaving his lips König begins to mutter apologies in German over and over for not lasting longer, his pace becoming more erratic until he reaches climax.

A mix of both of your moans filling the room as his cock twitches and pulses inside your pussy. The head of his cock pressed all the way against your poor beat up cervix as he released completely. His eyes closed as he pants, trying to catch his breath. Droplets of sweat dripping from him on to you.

Slowly he lowers his body and wraps his arms around you. He begins to kiss you all over, telling you how much he loves you and is thankful you allowed him this moment.

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bunny-jpeg · 5 months ago

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hi bunny. can i get a sugar pie and blueberry bars with a side of mocha coffee and pina colada for alex albon please xx

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sugar pie (“gonna let daddy hear ya?”) + blueberry bars (“gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”) + mocha coffee (breeding kink) + pina colada (pregnancy) served by alex albon (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, slight daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy, alex is a sweetie and spicy, dirty talk

alex albon. he was a superstar, with his good looks and charming personality. you and alex were a power couple, fans thought you two were a good fit.

you could recall a million and one things that he had done for you over the time you had been together. one of the fondest memories you had of him were when your feet were killing you while in heels. and he gave you his shoes and walked home in his socks. you were a priority to him. and you loved him so deeply

but sometimes, in the privacy of your shared home. he could run his mouth like a motor.

the gaps between races were often filled with lingering moments of intimacy. it wasn't odd that the first thing an f1 driver would want to do when they got home was to just make love to their partner. days, sometimes weeks apart, the intensity could be overwhelming.

“gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” alex smiled at you before he took his t-shirt off his torso, exposing his toned body to you. the sight made your heart stutter.

you were both tired and a little gross. you had spent all day in your pajamas waiting until alex got home and he had been on a multi-hour flight and then stuck in traffic to get back to your shared apartment.

but neither of your cared.

you had told him the morning of that it was the start of your ovulation cycle and to alex, the longer it took him to get home, the smaller the window was. the two of you wanted to start a family.

you took the baggy shirt onto you, you could feel your lover's gaze on your body as the shirt hit the floor. followed after were alex's sleeping shorts that you borrowed (stole) and eventually you were left in a bra and panties. alex got himself out of his jeans, and his socks. soon his underwear was on the ground and as were yours.

"gonna let daddy hear ya?" he teased as he patted his thigh, enticing you to come closer.

you giggled, "oh yeah, daddy. come and give me a baby." you pushed him onto his back and he got further up the bed to give you room to straddle his waist.

he loved the sight of you on top, he held onto your hips when you grasped his cock and got yourself situated onto it. you slowly sank down and groaned when you felt it up into your stomach. he held onto you a little tighter and let out a soft groan.

"holy shit."

"i know. daddy's got you." he chuckled a little, with that smile that melted the hearts of millions.

you felt a flutter in your stomach. you loved him, everything about him. the perfect lover, and eventually the perfect father. you braced yourself on either side of him and really started to work yourself onto his cock.

his breathing shuddered as he admired you. he said, "i love you. i love you so much, you're perfect." he held on a little tighter, like a lifeline.

"i sort of like it when you call me daddy, sounds good when you say it." he chuckled as he rubbed your soft hips, letting you take him all. he met your pace as you gained confidence with it, he could feel the blood rush to his head from the feeling of himself buried inside of you.

you were perfect. you had been his number one cheerleader since the beginning. he remembered when you first met, it was the first week since he signed with formula one. and you accidentally dropped your entire ice coffee into his lap when you tripped in the coffee shop.

while you begged for him to send you the dry cleaning bill he just told you that you could pay for dinner. and it was like when thunder met lightning, the moon met the stars,

and now you two were going to have a family.

"call me daddy again." he said softly.

you moved your hips up and down, letting alex meet it. your hands ran across his toned chest, admiring every inch. you said, with love in your voice, "daddy."

he groaned a little bit, "oh, i'm going to be thinking about that when i'm back on the road." he squeezed your hips a little tighter and felt a leap in his chest.

"you're perfect." you giggled, you meant it from the bottom of your heart, "daddy."

"not as perfect as you." the two of you started to move faster. the heat between you two felt like a heavy force. you moaned and he almost whimpered.

perfect pieces of a whole puzzle.

his pace lost is rhythm as he chased after his orgasm, you were the same. he could feel the heat blooming in his chest as he moved up and down against you. he panted heavily, needing air as he moved against you. you held onto his shoulders as you continued to bounce on his cock. your back arched as you held onto him, your hole fluttered around his cock as you climaxed.

you tensed up and felt the knot in your stomach unwind as the pleasure washed over you. but regardless of how intense the feeling of the climax was, you continued to ride him. you held on tightly as you made sure that alex got to finish. after all, he was the other half of this. if you came, he came.

he panted and praised you as you continued to work his cock. he swallowed harshly before he felt it all come a head and climaxed. he made sure that he got it as far as it could go.

you stopped and then simply dropped onto his chest. your cheek against his collarbone as his cock slipped out of you. you felt really good, you both did. he wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

"i think we should get something to eat."

you nodded, coming back to your senses, "yeah, that sounds great." you laid beside him and snuggled up naked. you kissed his cheek and asked, "take out?"

"you read my mind."

"is he... crushing you?" george asked as he looked down at you on the couch.

you were resting against the arm of the couch with alex's hand across the slope in your middle. he was snuggled up next to you while in his racing uniform.

you were only a few months pregnant, but alex couldn't get enough of you. somehow you getting pregnant was the good luck charm he needed, because he seemed to be racking up the points in the second half of the season.

you looked at george and shook your head, "nope. he's pretty comfortable though." you chuckled before you ran your fingers through alex's hair.

"a few more minutes." alex said softly as he pressed his cheek further up against your swollen middle. he loved you, he loved the kid you were having.

you laughed a little bit, "he's not going anywhere. but if you could could you get another bottle of water. it's hot today!"

alex was immediately seated up right once more, "you should've said something, love. i'll go get that for you." and then got up to go get you another bottle of water.

you chuckled then called, "thank you, honey!!" <3

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Eleven

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

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A yawn left her lips. The television was playing in front of her, but she was hardly paying attention. How could she when she was this tired?

A knock at her door didn't even wake her up. Her eyelids were drooping, the world around her completely tuned out. The knock came again, but this one was more insistent.

This one had her jumping out of her seat and rushing to the door. "Coming!" She shouted quickly before a yawn could escape her lips. She didn't bother to check through the peep hole before she pulled open the front door of her apartment.

"Lando."

There he stood in his suit, but the jacket was missing. Sweat drenched his skin and his curls were stuck to her forehead. His chest was heaving as he stared at her.

Immediately she grabbed him and pulled him into her apartment, now fully awake. "Holy fuck," she whispered as she shut the door. "What the hell happened?"

Lando let out a breath as he leaned against the door. He took a moment to stare at her, a moment to breathe. She was okay, and that was what mattered. Lando reached towards her and pulled her close, pulled her against his sweaty chest. He pressed his nose against her neck and breathed in.

He released her and turned around to check the locks. And then he was rushing around her apartment, checking her windows were locked and pulling her curtains shut. He grabbed a chair from her kitchen table and placed the back of it beneath the door knob.

His fingers began working on his shirt, unbuttoning it. "I'm gonna shower," he said, his voice far away and dazed.

But he didn't make it very far before she grabbed a hold of him. "Wait," she said softly, her fingers around his bicep. "Lan, what's going on?" She looked up him, her eyes full of worry. "Come on, talk to me.

Lando sucked in a breath. His lips were parted, ready to speak. But he changed his mind and shook his head. "Let me shower first," he mumbled.

She let him go, but Lando grabbed a hold of her hand. He laced his fingers through her own and pulled his hand up to his lips, eyes shut as he kissed her palm. "Fuck," he whispered, voice shaking. He kept a hold of her and pulled her towards the bathroom.

The shower wasn't big enough for the both of them, but neither of them cared. They squeezed into the tiny cubicle, bodies pressed together as they huddled beneath the water. She squeezed shampoo into her hands and reached up to run it through his curls.

It was a silent exchange. Lando stared at her as she washed him, ran the loofah over his tanned skin. In that moment, it was exactly what he needed.

She climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around his body. "Have you eaten?" You whispered as she dried her own body. Lando shook his head as he wrapped his towel around his waist.

She left him to get changed into sweats and a t-shirt while she got started on dinner. Something easy. She hummed to herself while she the pasta boiled.

Lando walked through the apartment, his footsteps light. He anxiously looked at the windows, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he turned to the door. "Lan," she mumbled as as she leaned against the counter, back to the boiling pasta. "Talk to me, tell me what's going on."

He sucked in a deep breath. Lando didn't want to tell her what was going on, didn't want to tell her that he had been lying to her. There was no way she would ever forgive him once he told her. But what else could he say?

"Do you know how I ended up owning a night club?"

It was a simple question, one designed to ease into the conversation. A conversation Lando never wanted to have. He watched as she took her head and walked over to the couch to grab a blanket. "I thought your family was just really rich," she said as he stuffed the blanket against the bottom of the door, blocking out any noise.

The laugh that escaped his lips was dry. "Oh, baby," he said. "You're right, my family is rich. But there's more to it than that." He released a breath and sat back in his seat. "The world is run by families, crime families. And you've met the leader of almost every family that runs the world."

A small gasp left her lips.

"My sisters wedding. It joined my family to one of the families that runs Spain. You couldn't come to my dad's funeral because that was the day I became the head of my family and I didn't want you to see me like that." Lando sucked in a shaky breath. "We own properties and offer protection. Before I became the head of the family, if people don't pay their rent or protection fees, it was my job to... take care of it. We shipped... things internationally, to the other families to distribute and sell."

Her arms were folded over her chest, refusing to meet his eyes. "Drugs?"

His jaw was tight as he nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Just look at me, please! He just had to know she didn't hate him. He cleared his throat, biting back tears (mafia bosses didn't cry) and continued with his story.

"Someone broke into my house. A whole group of people, actually. I heard gunshots, so I hid myself up on the roof. As soon as I could, I got down and I ran to you."

The pasta was boiling over, but she didn't much care. At the sounds of hissing from the stove, she turned around and turned it off. "What did you mean by take care of it?" She asked, voice so quiet Lando barely heard it.

"What?"

"If people didn't pay their rent or protection fees, how would you take care of it?" The way her heart was beating, she thought it was going to burst right of her chest.

Lando swallowed. "Please don't make me say it."

That was all of the confirmation she needed.

Sitting at her kitchen table was a man with the blood of others on his hands. She mixed the spaghetti with the source, plated it up and placed it in front of him. "Baby-"

"Don't, Lando." The man who had killed people, her boyfriend, stared at her, eyes shining with innocence. But he wasn't innocent, was he? "Why did you come here?" She asked quickly. "Why not go to your mothers apartment?"

Lando let out a breath. "I had to know that you were okay."

Silence settled between them. Her chest ached as she watched him, watched how his hands shook when he stabbed the pasta with his fork. There was a part of her that wanted to kick him out of her apartment, that wanted to wash her hands of this.

But she couldn't. Somewhere along the way she had fallen for him. She had fallen for him and she wanted nothing more than to keep him safe.

Lando, her Lando, the man who was always so sweet to her, was a murderer. He'd murdered people, murdered them because they didn't pay. What kind of people were after him? Would they come here?

Lando finished his pasta and put his plate in the sink. "I need sleep," he mumbled as he walked over to her, ready to wrap his arms around her and breathe in her scent.

But she stepped away from him, pressed her back against the door of her fridge. His heart sank. "I," she began, but then she took a moment to breathe. The breath she sucked in was a shaky one, her entire body shaking. "It might be best if you sleep on the couch," she said.

Of course, Lando wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms while he slept, to know she was there, his body pressed against hers.

He wouldn't make her sleep in the same bed with him, though. If she wanted him sleeping on the couch, he'd sleep on the couch. He'd give her all of the space she needed. "Okay," he said with a nod. Whatever she wanted. She could have asked him to leave, and he would have.

"I'll get you a pillow."

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 4 months ago

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

Previous Chapter: Part 5 | Next Chapter: Part 7

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Smut

🚫🔞THIS IS AN ADULT BLOG CONTAINING EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, A18+ ONLY.🔞🚫

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes, lemon, hand job, boobs, penetrative sex

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Shoto’s POV

The ripe morning sun casts generous rays across Shoto’s bare chest. It’s a delightful sensation to wake up to – enjoyably warm on his pale, bare skin. He stretches and flexes his arms and legs, feeling like a cat in a sun puddle.

He holds up a hand to cast a shadow over his eyes, squinting in the bright light. He feels like he can’t quite wake up all the way. His head feels cloudy and a bit off. Huh, that’s annoying. But the bed is warm and his feet are sandy. Where is he? Oh, yes – now he remembers. The Todoroki family’s vacation home in Furuzamami beach.

He stretches again and rolls onto his side. The site that meets his two-toned eyes nearly takes his breath away. Y/N is sprawled out on the bed next to him, looking sexy and carefree in a comfy, oversized t-shirt. She’s curled on her side, the t-shirt creeping up to reveal a bare, suntanned thigh.

“Is it morning already?” She complains loudly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Shoto chuckles softly and reaches out so he can wrap her in his arms. “Yes, it’s morning. But you can sleep in if you’d like. We don’t have anywhere we need to be.” He rubs his hands soothingly along her sides, appreciating her curves.

Mischievously, he slides his hands down to find the hem of her shirt where it rests at her thighs. He plays with the fabric for a moment before slipping his hands underneath the shirt and sliding his hands up, up, up. He feels along the curve of her hip and, fuck, she’s not wearing any underwear. He moves his hands up further to cup her bare breasts beneath the tee.

“Mmmm, Sho.” She sighs as he begins to play with her nipples. She leans back into him, enjoying the erotic touch. Her eyes are closed and there’s a gentle smile on her lips. He modulates the temperature of his hands, teasing her with hot and cold finger tips. She moans as he pinches and rolls at her sensitive buds, arching her back into him sensuously. She sighs in time with his touches, finally moaning out: “Fuck me, Sho.”

Shoto’s more than happy to comply. He removes his hands from her breasts so he can roughly push down his boxer shorts. His thick, hard cock springs free – ready for action.

He hastily pushes up her nightshirt and it bunches around her stomach, the fabric creasing as he pulls her hips towards him. He bends around her from behind – the perfect big spoon. Finally, he uses his hand to guide his dick into her, her juicy pussy pulling his cockhead in greedily as they bask in the morning sunshine.

“Sho!” She groans out, unhappy with how slowly he’s moving. He grins into her shoulder, taking his time. He sheathes himself in her, inch by glorious inch, reveling in the way that her breath hitches with each gentle push. When he finally bottoms out, he’s holding onto her hips for dear life. The sensation of being fully connected with her, fully inside her beautiful pussy – it’s too much for his brain to comprehend.

He tries to keep his thrusts slow and even, he really does. But the delicious feeling of her gummy walls around his hardness is too much to resist. Her pussy tugs and pulls on him in the most delightful way. Before he knows it his hips are pistoning wildly and he’s fucking into her with the force of a man chasing release.

She’s making the most beautiful, sinful noises as he pounds into her pussy. It’s when she starts calling out his name that he truly goes into overdrive. He slides his hands back up to grasp at her breasts and she moans in response, her slick pussy twitching around him at the contact.

“Holy Fuck.” He manages to breathe out between thrusts as he feels an orgasm begin to roll throughout his body and down his cock. He cums hard, pumping her full of his sticky release. Her pussy milks him hungrily and she cries out as she feels ropes of hot, thick cum hit her deep inside. He vaguely wonders if he should have worn a condom, but he’s too blissed out to care. He can’t decide where to hold her as he cums – his hands traveling along her thighs hips, and breasts as he fucks up into her. Finally, Shoto sighs, exhausted, as he comes down off of his high. He continues to thrust loosely into her as her pussy squeezes out every drop of his baby batter.

When he’s finished, he leans to rest his head on her perfectly shaped shoulder as they both try to catch their breath. He leaves his dick inside of her, letting his spent cock twitch with overstimulation as she shifts against it, still horny. He kisses at her neck lazily, his hands still massaging at her perfect breasts. Fuck does he love those breasts.

“Oh my God, Sho. That was amazing. Can you - ”

But whatever she was going to ask for, Shoto will never find out. He wakes up in his dorm bed, startled and breathing heavily. It’s the middle of the night and the room is filled to the brim with a thick darkness.

He looks around for a moment, confused as to why you’re not here with him. He quickly comes to his senses and realizes it was all a dream. He sighs in frustration, feeling how his boxers are sticky and wet. His dick is sticking to the thin grey fabric greedily, still half hard from his provocative dream.

Shoto’s been having wet dreams for years now, but he never stops getting embarrassed about it. He climbs off of his sleeping palette and strips down to survey the damage. Soooo yeah. This was a particularly intense dream. His dick and upper thighs are absolutely covered in a sheen of warm, sticky cum. Ugh. He grabs a towel from his dresser and uses it to wipe himself down. He feels a mess, and thinks it might be good to go and take a shower. He’s already half-hard again just thinking about his dream. He re-plays the bits and pieces he can remember in his mind – laying with you naked, relaxed. The stretch of your silky pussy wrapped tight around his cock. The sun beating down on his skin as he fucks into you. He thinks that it might be good to go jerk off in the shower where clean up will be easy.

Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. Better to go work it out of his system rather than wake up covered in cum for a second time that night. He wraps himself in a towel and grabs his shower things, walking to the common bathroom so he can take care of business (aka pleasuring himself to his nighttime fantasies of you).

He sets his things on the shower stall hook and starts up the hot water. It’s still early in the morning, so he can take his time without worrying about anyone else walking in. He slings his towel over the top of the shower stall and steps inside, flipping the lock on the stall door soundly closed.

He lets the hot water run down his back, breathing deeply as he lets his muscles relax. He lets his mind wander back to how it felt to be inside your dream pussy. His cock jumps to life. He reaches down and starts to stroke at it, gasping at the pleasure that runs through his body in waves. Fuck.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum for the second time that night, leaving him sleepy and loose-limbed. Jeez, he wants you so bad. He rinses himself off under the hot water and his hormone-fueled brain makes him wonder…if he asked if he can make love to you, would you say yes?

He shakes the thought from his head, water flying off of his two-toned hair as he turns the squeaky nob of the shower to the off position. The cool night air hits his wet body and causes a shiver to run through him. He bundles himself into his towel and hurries back to his dorm room, dripping all the way.

He slips into a clean pair of boxers and towels off his hair before tucking himself back into his soft sheets. The expensive linens are smooth and comfortable across his skin, but he finds himself longing for the comfort of your tall puffy bed. He wishes he were wrapped up in your silly girly comforter, covered in stuffed animals. He’d much rather be sleeping next to you. It’s crazy how safe and at ease you make him feel. He can’t recall the last time that he felt such a sense of wholeness, of belonging.

As he slips back into an easy sleep, he imagines that he’s nestled in between you and your Squirtle plush, not a care in the world.

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Back to Y/N’s POV

Friday morning rolls around faster than you’d expect. The school’s schedule has allotted you all a rare three day weekend, so it’s not surprising that Mr. Aizawa is taking advantage of the extra time to participate in an underground Pro Hero team-up. That’s the kind of person he is – constantly moving, always keeping busy and looking for ways to serve those around him.

When Mr. Aizawa leaves campus early Friday morning, it’s predictably with little fanfare. He sends you all an email of his approximate schedule alongside the other teachers’ contact info “for emergencies.”

Class – I’ll be gone Friday through Sunday on a mission. While I’m gone, Class B’s homeroom teacher Vlad King will be in charge in my place. You can reach out to him should any issues arise. Don’t embarrass me. – Aizawa

You shut your laptop and look up at your friends. “Mr. Aizawa’s starting to get sappy or something. Last time he went out of town, he didn’t send us an email.”

Mina and Toru are sitting cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by hastily scribbled hot pink post-it notes. Toru has her dry erase board balanced across her knees as she rattles off names and assignments to Mina, who copies them down onto her post-it notes. They’re writing out everyone’s party planning tasks on the tiny slips of paper. You and Monoma lounge on your floor and review the battle plan intended to distract Vlad King.

“I wonder if Mr. Aizawa’s even, like, truly going on a mission.” Mina says thoughtfully, folding a post-it note in half and scribbling a name on top.

“What do you mean?” Questions Toru as she crosses something off the dry erase board.

“What if he has a secret girlfriend!” Mina squeals, throwing her hands up in the air and sending post-it’s flying around the bedspread. “Maybe he’s sneaking off for a romantic rendezvous…or a passionate love making session in a secret cabin.”

“You’ve been reading too many romance novels.” You say to her, ever the skeptic when it comes to your teacher’s insanely classified private life.

“Also ew! I don’t even want to imagine Mr. Aizawa having sex.” Toru sounds like she’s wrinkling her nose in disgust, but you’ll never truly know the expressions that cross her invisible face.

“What are you even saying?” Monoma pipes in from beside you. “Aizawa definitely fucks.”

You all turn to stare at him in disbelief.

“Excuse me!?” You cry out in surprise, breaking the stunned silence. Monoma smiles smugly.

“Eraserhead is one fine piece of ass! I would totally hit that. If I were, like, 30. And if I didn’t already have my heart set on a certain grumpy, purple haired god.” His eyes twinkle and he looks dreamily up at the ceiling.

“You so have a type.” Toru says flatly, throwing one of your plushies down at Monoma to wipe the faraway expression off of his face. “You like the dark, broody, emo ones.”

“Bingo!” Monoma snaps his fingers and grins at Toru. “You’re absolutely right. There’s something about a bad boy that just has me down bad.”

“Would you even consider Shinsou a ‘bad boy?’” You stifle a giggle. “He’s more of a sleepy boy than anything.”

“What can I say…I like them baggy eyed.” Monoma waggles his eyebrows at you all. He traces his fingers beneath his eyes, referencing the dark bruised under eye shadows that Shinsou and Aizawa have in common. “An exhausted caked up guy is my dream.”

You all burst out laughing. It’s nice - hanging out with Monoma like this. He is a natural fit for your group. You wonder if after the party you’ll continue to see each other in this capacity. It wouldn’t be so bad expanding your group of 3 to 4.

“All right.” Toru clears her throat when the giggles die down. “We have everyone’s assignments all figured out. Let’s go deliver them.” You all get to your feet and divide up the post-it notes between you. “We have 10 hours to get this all figured out. We’ll need a flawless execution to pull off the greatest secret party the UA dorms have ever seen!”

“The only secret party.” You correct her, laughing as you stuff folded post-its into your pockets. “Or, the first secret party at least. Hopefully we can throw more.”

“That’s the spirit!” Mina punches the sky gleefully. You’re all a little giddy and hopeful – if the 4 of you can pull this off, you can do anything. “Now let’s get going!”

You all dash out into the hallways and begin slipping notes under your classmate’s doors. Everyone who showed interest in the party has an assignment. Everyone in the class is sort-of on board. Except for Katsuki. No one felt like getting yelled at so you’re leaving it to Izuku to casually mention it to him right before everyone arrives. Mina will deal with him if you need be.

You flick the first post-it under Izuku Midoriya’s door. He, Ochaco and Tsu are in charge of paper goods and flatware. They’ll be making their way down to the local convenience store shortly to pick up standard paper plates, party napkins and red solo cups.

“So how’s the plan to distract Mr. King coming along, Toru?” You ask curiously. Toru has been in charge of your distraction strategy. She’s been up late the past few nights working out the kinks on her white board.

“Oh – I forgot to update you both! Obviously Mineta is the key to our distraction plan. But Monoma figured out a genius way to buy us even more time!” She grins at Neito, who practically glows at the praise.

“I asked Mei Hatsume if she’d be interested in getting involved. She said she can add some gadgets to our plan to give Mr. King quite a bit of trouble. Nothing dangerous of course – I love my teacher. But with Hatsume involved, we can level up our whole plan and add in just the right amount of chaos.” His smile is wide, a light touch of his usual insanity shines through.

“What are her terms?” Mina asks, a bit cynical. “What does she want in exchange for her help and resources?”

Monoma’s bright smile glints in the florescent hallway light. “That’s the thing! When I visited her in the Support Course workshop I really sold the whole thing as a challenge of her skills and wits. She doesn’t want anything in exchange; she just wants to use it as an opportunity for creative problem solving. Also, she said she’d like to see how her “babies” hold up against a real Pro Hero.”

“Huh that…oddly makes sense.” You say, unbelieving that this whole thing is coming together so nicely. “She’s crazy talented. That was super smart to ask her.”

“Careful, Y/N – don’t go stroking Neito’s ego too much. You know how cocky he can get!” Mina laughs as Neito basks in your praise.

“I mean…we all know that he’d rather get something else stroked!” Toru shrieks out a laugh pointing at Hitoshi’s room as they walk by.

Monoma’s face goes red. “Shut up!” But he laughs along. He flips Toru off as she shoots a post-it under another door.

Suddenly, there’s a creaking noise from behind your group. Your heads whip around to see a sleepy looking Hitoshi Shinsou emerging from his bedroom. He’s wearing a pair of purple plaid pajama pants and an oversized grey t-shirt. His purple hair is rumpled and stuck up oddly on one side, clearly fresh from sleep. He blinks blearily at you all.

“Hey.” His voice is husky, tinged with exhaustion. “I heard about the party. Anything I can help with?”

Mina strides backwards on her heels, eyes alight with mischief. “Actually – we still need a good playlist! Maybe you could collab with Neito and put something together?”

Shinsou nods, stifling a yawn. “Yeah, for sure. I’m going to shower and workout a bit, then I have some time at 11. Does that work for you Nei?”

You can’t help the way a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as Shinsou uses an affectionate little nickname for Monoma. You turn to see how Neito’s handling all this. He’s clearly struggling to keep his composure, as he’s covering his mouth with his hand and trying to look thoughtful.

“Yes, that works. I’ve been thinking a mix of modern pop with some 80s synth sprinkled in would be a good fit for the evening’s festivities.” He says from behind his hand.

This brings a smile out of Hitoshi, who seems a bit more awake and alert now. “That sounds like a great starting place. Meet me back here and we’ll work through it, ‘kay?”

“Sounds great.” Neito says flatly, trying to seem a bit aloof. You nearly breakout in a fit of giggles– Neito trying to act “subtle” is about as ridiculous to watch as an ostrich skateboarding.

“Cool. See you soon.” Hitoshi gives you, Mina and Toru a nod. “Excited for the big shindig tonight. Is there a dress code?”

“Keep it classy and casual. But also wear something hot.” Mina says waggling her eyebrows. “We’re playing spin the bottle. So if there’s someone you wanna kiss, you should dress up to get his or her attention.”

Hitoshi quirks an eyebrow at this. “Spin the bottle? I feel like I saw that on an old cheesy American movie from the 80s or 90s.”

“The very same!” Mina says smoothly. “Can we count on your participation?”

Hitoshi snorts a laugh. “Put me down as a tentative maybe. I’ll need to see who’s all participating before I commit to making a fool of myself.”

Mina nods approvingly. “A tentative maybe is a good start. Keep in mind that the four of us will definitely be partaking. So that’s 4 sexy potential kiss candidates on the docket already.” God, she’s laying it on thick. Monoma’s face is so red it’s practically glowing under the fluorescents. “You really can’t lose.” She adds, eyes shimmering.

Hitoshi’s pale skin flushes for a brief moment as his eyes dart between the four of you before landing briefly on Monoma. “Good to know.”

“Alright, we’ve gotta get going!” Toru pushes at Mina to clear your crew out of the hallway. “Lots to do and so little time!”

“Good luck with everything today. See you all later.” Hitoshi waves as he retreats back into his dark room. “Oh, and Neito – I’ll start a joint Spotify list between the two of us.” He flashes one final, small grin and then he’s gone to gather his shower things. Neito swoons back into your shoulder.

“God, the things I’d do to that boy. So fuckin’ cute and sleepy.” He mumbles out as you hit the stairwell, off to another floor.

“I think you may actually have a chance there, Neito.” You say, delivering a flick to his forehead to bring him back to reality. “He blushed a lil when we mentioned Spin the Bottle.”

“I dunno, Y/N. Maybe he wants to kiss me, you or Mina!” Toru teases, running down 3 steps at a time as Neito pretends to chase her to the next floor.

“No! His beautiful sleepy ass belongs to me!” Neito cackles as he swipes out a hand to catch Toru, but she’s too quick. She slithers out the door to the next level of dorm rooms and the three of you follow gleefully.

“It really is all coming together, isn’t it?” Mina says, almost pensively. “Our big, ambitious dream. The party. The friends. The kissing.” You all giggle as you slip more post-it notes under your classmate’s doors. “What could go wrong?”

After the note distribution is complete, you leave your friends with a wave. Everyone is taking a quick break to work on his or her respective party projects and to pick out outfits. You plan to meet up again in a few hours for final preparations and to kick off Operation: Distract Mr. Vlad King! before sunset.

You have a bit of precious time to yourself so you decide to knock on Shoto’s door. You know from a brief good morning text exchange that he’s decided to spend the day studying up until the party, so there’s a good chance he’s in his dorm room.

He opens the door after the second knock. Like Hitoshi, he’s wearing comfy clothes. You’re surprised to see that his sweat pants are Best Jeanist branded merchandise. They have the Pro Hero’s logo printed in a pattern across the hems. He’s got a charcoal colored fitted t-shirt on – you’re pleased to see it leaves nothing to the imagination. The shirt hugs his frame tightly, his rippling muscles forming hard planes beneath the thin fabric.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you so early.” Shoto says in surprise, his face folding into an easy soft smile.

“I have 20 minutes before I need to meet up with some of our classmates to work on decorations for tonight.” You say, pushing past him to enter the dorm room before anyone on the floor can see. “Thought I might come by and put you to good use.”

“Put me to good use… decorating?” Shoto asks, confused. His brow is furrowed as he tries to think back to when you may have mentioned needing help with the party décor. He closes the door soundly behind you and locks it. You glance around and smile at the sunlight streaming in across his room. A few textbooks and notepads are strewn across the floor next to his flat mattress.

“Mmm, no. I’d like to put you to good use giving me an orgasm.” You smile slyly and bat your eyes up at him. The thrill of your party planning going well is making you bold.

His face heats up as the implication of your previous statement hits him. “Oh!”

“I mean, if you’re for that! I don’t want to interrupt your studying if you’ve hit a good groove. I want you to be the best hero you can be, obviously.” You quickly backtrack.

He smiles as he leans down to capture your lips in a light kiss. “I’ve hit a good stopping point, for now. I was working on English.”

“Ah, yeah I did that homework last night. It’s brutal.” You sympathize, glancing over at his English textbook with trepidation.

“I think I’m getting pretty good at it.” He shrugs, stepping away from you. “Actually…I can think of a fun way that we can keep studying together while we get you off. If you’re up for the challenge, of course.”

Your ears perk up. “Oh, I am always up for a challenge Shoto Todoroki.” The use of his full name makes him smile wider. It’s sweet how soft he is for the simple things.

Shoto leans down and clears his books off his sleeping pallet. “For the next 20 minutes, everything we say needs to be in English. Until I make you cum, at least.”

“Deal.”

He sits down on the mattress, palming at his crotch lightly. He adjusts his package to a more comfortable position as he feels himself start to get hard. “Get over here.” He says in English, his accent formal and perfect. No surprise there. It sends a thrill up your spine to hear him speak to you in a different language.

You saunter over to him, pulling your shirt over your head easily. You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, letting it drop to the floor.

“Someone’s eager.” Shoto jokes, but his teasing turns to a gasp as you straddle him and line your core up to where you assume his half-hard dick rests.

“Pop quiz.” You say, your English a little rough around the edges, but passable. “What are these called in English?” You grasp your bare breasts, one in each hand. You squish them a bit and give Shoto a full view, your nipples perking up in the breezy air of the room. He stares at them in wonder, leaning forward so he can wrap his arms around your back and pull you closer. He latches his mouth onto your left breast, sucking at it thoughtfully before responding.

“Tits. Boobs. Breasts. God…yours are perfect.” He rattles off in seamless English. He rolls his tongue around your nipple before gently sucking on the hardened tip. You groan under the intensity of his mouth, flaring your hips so you can grind down into him.

“Are you going to cum like this? Just from my mouth on your breasts?” Shoto questions when he comes up for air. He uses his other hand to tweak your neglected right nipple.

“M-maybe.” You stutter out in English as you start to grind on his hardening dick. His sweatpants are so soft and provide just the right amount of friction under your clit. You praise the Best Jeanist merch manufactures for chosing such a plush fabric.

“Mmm…good.” Shoto brings his mouth back down to latch onto one of your nipples and he plays you like a violin. Your breath hitches as you sing his praises and feel yourself get closer to your release. Ugh, you don’t want to come so quickly though. An idea strikes you.

“Take off your pants. But leave the underwear.” You say softly. Shoto’s eyes fly up from your boobs and meet yours. He looks as if you’ve made his day.

Shoto does as he’s told, moving you carefully off of him so he can strip. He’s wearing a thin pair of black boxers that hug his muscular thighs in the most delightful way. His dick is clearly hard - a rigid outline beneath the breathable fabric. You lick your lips with satisfaction, appreciating the way you can practically see him pulsing – eager for your touch.

You strip off your own pants, popping the button to your jeans and shimmying out of them. The time for grace and decorum is behind the two of you – right now you just want to do filthy, dirty things to Shoto and that hard cock of his.

Shoto looks up at you like you’re some kind of lovely teenage dream, his eyes glimmering as he takes you in. Your naked breasts bounce as you finally kick your feet out of your jeans. You’re wearing a cute pair of navy blue panties with the tiniest bow on the front. His jaw goes slack at the sight.

“I want to sit on that hard dick.” You say under your breath, moving to straddle Shoto once again. He seems to come back to himself a bit at the words. He looks up at you, a roguish smile playing at his lips as he adjusts himself, a strong hand stroking over his underwear.

“That wasn’t in English. Try again.” He holds up a hand, keeping you from wrapping yourself around him. You stamp your foot lightly in frustration, trying to search for the right English words through your cloudy, horny brain.

“Let me ride you.” You finally manage to translate in your head – short, sweet, to the point. Shoto opens his arms and invites you in, and you happily put yourself back in his lap. You lower yourself back on top of him. Without the extra layer of pants, you can feel so much more against your pussy. His hands fly to your hips and he begins to bounce you up and down on his clothed cock. You mewl unabashedly, enjoying the friction and the sensation of his dexterous fingers tweaking at your sensitive breasts.

“Feels…so…hard.” Basic English. Despite your brevity, you perfectly get the point across as you roll your hips so you can put more pressure on your clit.

You wrap your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. He buries his face in your shoulder and lightly sucks on your delicate skin. “I might cum.” Shoto mumbles into your neck, gasping for breath. This spurs you on, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you with a shower of sparks in your pussy. It’s an absolute explosion in your cute little panties. You cry out, head back and eyes rolling as you feel the wetness pool between your folds, Shoto’s hard cock throbbing below the thin layers of underwear between you.

Shoto keeps his eyes glued to your features as you cum, as if he’s trying to commit your O-face to memory. He kisses your collarbone as you come down from your high, smiling smugly now that he’s pulled another orgasm out of you. You’re both overly hot and covered in sweat. You pull your hair out of your face and suck in a sharp breath as traces his hand up and down your back slowly.

“Can we stop using English now?” You ask in your native tongue, too exhausted to keep up the constant stream of translation.

“You’re allowed.” He says, shifting you off of his lap and onto the mattress next to him. “I’m surprised you kept it up for as long as you did.”

“You say that like I’m bad at English. I’ve had just as much practice in school as you have.”

Shoto casts his gaze to the side guiltily. “I may have had a slight advantage. My dad got me an English tutor when I started speaking. It’s basically native to me at this point.”

Oh, right. Shoto’s family is rich and his dad is Endeavor. Sometimes you forget that you grew up in completely different worlds.

“Well, it was a great challenge. I like seeing that side of you. It’s a little kinky.” You grin, pinching his soft cheek affectionately.

“What do you mean ‘kinky?’” He asks, frowning as he thinks back to the encounter you’ve just had.

“Like when you told me I had to play by your rules or you wouldn’t let me get on top of you…that was pretty hot. I kinda like it when you tell me what to do sometimes.” You say, a little embarrassed at the admission. Shoto think about this for a bit, mulling over your words.

“I’ll note that.” He smiles at you and leans back into his mattress. He’s shiny with sweat, his muscular chest glistening before you – he looks like some sort of ancient Greek god bathed in olive oil. Your eyes shoot down to his boxers where he’s still clearly hard, a tiny stain of pre-cum turning his underwear dark where the fabric rubs against the head of his dick. You’re struck with an idea.

“Hey Shoto…can you take off your underwear for me?”

He looks at you with bright eyes, clearly thrilled at the prospect. “Anytime you ask. Literally anytime, anywhere.”

“Hmmm…anytime, anywhere? What about in the teacher’s lounge? Or in the crowded cafeteria?” You joke, watching eagerly as he thumbs the waistband of his boxers.

“I mean it when I say I’d get arrested for public indecency for you.” He’s smiling so openly at you in that special way he does. You wonder for a moment if he means it…can the two of you get away with a fun sexy encounter somewhere semi-public? You’ve never thought of yourself as a voyeur, but with Shoto everything is hot and exciting.

He slides his boxers off and his cock springs free – hard and pulsing with need.

“You look so good, Shoto.” You can’t take your eyes off of his dick – it’s practically calling your name. “Stay there on the mattress.” You say, motioning for him to stay seated. You clamor onto the bedroll in your socks, stepping clumsily on the soft fabric. You plop yourself down behind him and bracket his body between your legs, scooting forward so that his back falls against your chest. You lean forward and kiss the defined planes of his trapezius muscles and feel him quiver beneath the touch. He’s so much taller than you, so you need to crane your neck to touch your lips to the smooth skin of his shoulder.

“Let’s try something new.” You say softly. “Would you be cool with that?”

Shoto turns his head a bit so he can glance down at you through the corners of his eyes. “If it’s with you? Yes, I’m cool with it.”

You feel your chest get all warm and fuzzy at the words.

“Alright – as always, tell me if you need to stop or take a break. And tell me if you don’t like something.” You say, sliding your hands around him to hug him at the middle. His bare back presses against your breasts, squishing them. You use your fingertips to blindly trace his toned chest and you hear his breath hitch as your fingers slide deftly down to his stomach. It’s a delicate dance – you want him to feel your desire for him through your fingertips alone before you even touch his cock.

You tease him and explore him, letting him relax some of his weight back into you as he leans into each touch. You’re sure this is the first time Shoto has been allowed to just…be. You can’t see his face but you know his eyes are likely blissed out and unfocused as you slither a hand down his stomach and across to one of his muscular thighs. You splay your fingers wide, squeezing at the taught muscle of his leg.

“You want me to touch you, Shoto?” You whisper, drawing your fingertips lightly up his inner thigh and towards his balls. “I can, if you’d like.”

Shoto mumbles something unintelligible in response.

“I’m gonna need you to use your words, sweetheart.” You coo, throwing in a term of endearment to see how he’ll react.

“Oh, God. Yes, please touch me.” He groans, his voice a bit louder than before. His body quivers and shudders underneath you as you draw your delicate touch up to his cock and wrap your fingers around it. He drops his head back onto your shoulder at the contact, and you make a mental note to sit against a wall for some back support next time you decide to do this.

You slowly start to pump at his cock with your right hand; each motion is gentle and leisurely. With your left, you trace stars into the sensitive skin just beneath his belly button.

“You know, I had a dream about you last night.” Shoto says through gritted teeth as you pump at him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of dream?” This surprises you – your stomach prickles with the thrill of it. Shoto Todoroki had a dream about you!?

“It was…ah!” He can’t get out a complete thought as your hands are doing too good a job. You slow your pace so he can finish his sentence. “…It was a sexual dream.”

“Is that right?” Your grinning wide, ecstatic that Shoto wants you so badly he’s dreaming about you. You want to press further, but you know that Shoto is close to release and you want to help him get there.

“Fuck, Y/N. Just like that.” He mumbles out as you pick up the pace a tiny bit. You pump at him the way he showed you, focusing on the head. You bring your left hand down to play with his balls a bit and he practically cries out your name.

“Shhh, Shoto.” You giggle. “We can’t get caught.” But you lean into his pleasure, playing with his balls and stroking his cock until he all but explodes in your hand.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N.” He pants out, voice low and thick with arousal. “You drive me…so crazy.” You smile and spread light kisses across his back and shoulders, all the while keeping your strokes even and focused. Finally, it’s too much for poor Shoto and he cums hard in your hand. You feel it spool through him, a powerful spark that rolls through his hips and out his cock. His body quakes lightly as he orgasms, thick white cum bubbling out of his dick and pooling in your fist as you continue to pleasure him. “A-ah!” He whimpers in ecstasy, his eyes falling shut as he continues to lean into you. You continue to indulge him, making sure to get every last bit of bliss out of him before you release his exhausted dick.

You press more kisses to his back, letting him slowly come back to himself. He sits up gradually, and pulls himself up from the mattress so he can clean off the thick layer of cum that’s covering his lap. He strides over to his dresser to grab towels for you both and you’re graced with an incredible view of Shoto Todoroki’s bare ass. It’s the cutest butt in the world – it looks slappable and juicy and you want to squeal with how hot he looks from the back. But you refrain.

A moment later, Shoto is naked and kneeling at your feet. He uses a towel to carefully wipe his ejaculate from your fingers before looking up at you with brilliant mismatched eyes.

“The things you do to me, Y/N.” He says in wonder, slowly rising from the ground so he can plant a kiss on your forehead on his way to deposit the sticky towel in his hamper. He grabs two pairs of clean boxers from his dresser. He tosses one to you before pulling on the other pair.

“What are these for?” You ask blankly, staring at the “Wash Hero!” brand boxer shorts.

“Oh. Well.” Shoto looks at you nervously. “I read that when girls get turned on and orgasm, they can get really wet. I thought maybe you’d want to borrow a pair of underwear to change into before you go.” You almost forgot how through Shoto could be with his research. “You don’t have to wear them – I just thought it might be more comfortable.”

He’s got a point. You’re sure you can make it back to your dorm room in your soaking panties, but the alternative Shoto’s offering up is a bit irresistible. You’re tired from the orgasm and you have so much more to get done before the party tonight. It would be nice to just slip on a pair of his boxers and move onto your next task without needing to worry about an underwear crisis.

“I’ll give you some privacy.” Shoto says awkwardly, turning away. You laugh, quickly swapping out your panties for his thick black boxers. He’s so much bigger than you; you thought that the fabric would be loose around your middle. Instead, the waistband is a bit tight and digs into your waist. You realize then how slim and tapered Shoto’s body is – how his thin waist nips in. His body is different and lacks the slight hip curves that you possess. You grab your bra and clip it back into place.

“What do you think?” You signal him to turn back around and he peeks over his shoulder. “Does your underwear look good on me?”

Shoto turns around fully and scans you head to toe with his intense gaze. “I didn’t realize I’d get turned on so much by seeing you in my clothes.” He says a bit flatly. “I’m going to need to do some thinking about this.”

“Well, I hate to ‘cum and go’ but I really should be getting onto my next party planning chore.” You laugh at your own pun, and after a moment Shoto chuckles too.

“You’re sure you can’t stay for a bit longer? I can make us tea.” Shoto says, gesturing at a small stack of fancy tea boxes resting on top of his dresser.

“No – but thank you, though! Will I see you at the party later?” You pull your shirt on over your head and flail your arms around until they catch in the sleeves.

“You think I’d miss a plan you’d masterminded? No way.” He says as he affectionately kisses your cheek.

“Can I get a rain check on post-coital tea and cuddling?” You ask, hastily hopping into your jeans.

“Anytime you want.” Shoto smiles at you serenely and pulls you in so he can plant a kiss on your cheek. “Also, Ashido has me helping Ida move around the common room furniture this afternoon.”

“Oh, right. You’ve been given a party chore as well!” You laugh, searching for where you’ve left your shoes. You see your panties on the floor and quickly scoop them up.

“I’m doing laundry in a bit, you can leave that in my hamper.” Shoto offers, reaching down to re-make his bed.

“Really? Shoto you’re the best!” You ruffle his hair as you toss your sticky underwear into the black fabric hamper across the room. Then you turn and inspect yourself in the mirror that hangs on the back of his door. You’re looking a bit rumpled, but nothing a shower and an outfit change can’t fix. “You gonna keep studying?”

Shoto looks at the stacks of books littering his room and makes a face. “I don’t know that I can go back to learning after that good a distraction. I might just get going on my laundry and chores for the week.”

“Very fair. But please don’t let me ruin your academic pursuits.” You pull the dorm door open quietly and take a quick look outside. Coast is clear. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You leave Shoto standing in his room in nothing but his underwear, blushing furiously as you sprint down the hall cackling softly.

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It’s 10:59am when Neito stands outside of Hitoshi’s door, hand primed to knock. He checks his phone repeatedly until it’s eleven o’clock on the dot. He doesn’t want to seem too eager.

Hitoshi opens the door and smiles at him warmly. He’s wearing a pair of loose purple athletic shorts and a baggy black tee. He’s still toweling his wild hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. It takes all of Neito’s resolve not to lean in and smell the fresh shampoo scent that’s rolling off of Hitoshi’s body in sweet waves. He wishes he could press himself against his friend’s chest and breathe his aroma in deeply.

“Hey.” Shinsou says, stepping aside to let Neito into his room.

“How was your workout?” Monoma asks curiously, letting his mind run wild as he pictures Hitoshi shirtless. Hitoshi flexing his sweaty biceps. Hitoshi using the leg press machine with defined calves. Hitoshi bending him across the lifting bench aaaand –

“It was alright.” Hitoshi answers evenly, closing the dorm door behind them. “The gym was pretty crowded, so I mostly just did some pull ups and core training. You really should start coming with me more often.” He makes a face. “I don’t really like working out alone, it makes me self-conscious.”

Neito totally gets where he’s coming from – working out alone in a crowded gym of upperclassmen has always made his skin crawl. He hates the feeling of being judged and wondering if he’s doing something wrong or foolish in front of all the older students. To be fair, he has hit the gym with Hitoshi a few times before. But Shinsou is so goddamn hot when he lifts – his biceps have grown so much since the beginning of the year, and he grunts lightly when he gets into his reps. It’s practically sinful, and Neito feels guilty for thirsting over his unwitting friend during those workouts. So he pulled back a little. Hearing that Hitoshi is self-conscious to workout alone makes him feel a bit bad though – surely he can keep it in his pants for a weekly gym session? For Hitoshi’s sake?

“Yeah…maybe we go together next week? My Tuesday morning is pretty free.”

Hitoshi smiles at him, a soft angelic upturn of his lips. God, he’s beautiful. “Sounds like a plan.”

Neito drops himself down into one of Hitoshi’s comfy beanbag chairs and takes in the room – the décor is simple and sleek. He’s been to Hitoshi’s room quite a few times, but he is always impressed with the way his friend manages to keep everything so neat despite their wild class schedules.

Everything is black, grey and modern. Utilitarian Ikea furniture, a dark grey bedspread, a few framed black and white band photos. Everything in Hitoshi’s room is a bit muted, making his wild purple hair stand out no matter where he sits.

Monoma and Shinsou are both known for being intense in their own ways. But when its just the two of them hanging, they are both able to chill tf out. There’s no one to perform for, no classmates or teachers to impress. They don’t need to put on brave faces in front of each other. And that is maybe one of the things Neito loves most about their relationship – when he’s around Hitoshi, he can just be himself.

He’s shaken from his quiet thoughts when Hitoshi flops down on the floor next to him, holding his thick gaming laptop.

“Alright, I’ve got a solid start to the playlist. Take a look so far?” Hitoshi passes Neito his laptop. Monoma scrolls thorough the song selections and nods approvingly at the choices before adding on some of his own. One of the things that initially brought them together was their shared taste in music. Their friendship had started a bit rocky at first – Monoma overbearing and forcing Hitoshi to hang out with him, and Hitoshi convinced that he “wasn’t in the hero course to make friends.” After bonding during a few rough training sessions and late nights spent studying their way through classic rock albums, they had become inseparable. They had the kind of friendship where they truly matched each other’s freak.

“As always, you have great taste.” Neito says as he adds a few more songs in that compliment Hitoshi’s picks.

The voice quirk hero smiles at the compliment and shifts a bit closer to Neito so he can watch over his shoulder. Neito can feel Hitoshi’s hot breath lingering near his neck and nearly shivers at the closeness. He forces himself to concentrate on the task at hand, and not to turn his head towards Hitoshi’s lovely face.

“We literally have the same taste.” Hitoshi says softly, rolling his eyes. “We should really start expanding our sonic repertoire. Let’s go into town next weekend and grab something new from the record store.” Neito bites back a feral desire to say “It’s a date!” Instead, he nods. He’s thrilled that within the course of ten minutes, Hitoshi has set two intimate hangouts on the calendar for the following week.

Hitoshi really must value him as a friend to want to see him so much and that’s thrilling, of course. But part of Neito also wonders if Hitoshi also wants something more than friendship?

The two get along so easily and have so much in common, it is one of the strongest friendships that Neito has ever had. And it’s for that reason that he’s afraid to make a move and ruin things between them. A good friend is hard to come by, especially when you have such a…precocious personality. Especially when your quirk is so unique.

Neito darts a glance at Hitoshi. He has often mused that in the grand scheme of the Pro-Hero world, he and Hitoshi would likely be relegated to “side character” status. But he thinks that together, they could really be something great.

They spend a few minutes quibbling over song choices and the order of things. Hitoshi thinks they should start the evening with some slower paced tunes to ease the crowd into the party, while Neito feels that a few fast songs will start off the evening with a bang. They continue to prune and rearrange the playlist until they have something they are both satisfied with.

“What should we call it?” Neito finally works up the courage to turn to look fully at his friend and is disappointed that Hitoshi has shifted back into his own beanbag chair, further away.

“Well I’ve been thinking…strategically we shouldn’t call it ‘Party Playlist’ because that’s too obvious. What if we get caught by the teachers and need to deny our involvement? We need a playlist name that won’t seem too obvious.”

Neito laughs with glee – they are both taking this way too seriously. But that’s one of the things he likes about Hitoshi – he has a flair for the dramatic.

Neito pulls up a new tab on Hitoshi’s computer and logs onto an AI bot page. He quickly types in “Dramatic Illicit Activity Spotify Playlist Names” and a list populates. Hitoshi barks out a low, gravely laughs and starts to read some aloud.

“Okay I love ‘Whispers of the Forbidden’ and ‘Undercover Affairs.’ Definitely on the nose.”

Neito wrinkles his nose at the next few options. “Why are these all so romantic? ‘Veiled Desires’? ‘Stolen Moments?’ jeez.”

“Well.” Hitoshi says flatly. “Isn’t there going to be some weird kissing game at this party? Kind of makes sense I guess.”

Neito’s heart rate spikes at the mention of kissing. Hitoshi doesn’t seem to notice his sudden discomfort.

“Oh there’s a dramatic one…let’s call the playlist ‘Cloak and Dagger Melodies.’ And we can add a photo of a rose on a piano or something stupid. No one would ever guess that this is for a party.”

“Hitoshi. My dude.” Neito says dryly as he types in the name of the playlist. “Say that in a totally insane chain of events the UA faculty find this playlist with that weirdass name with a dramatic romance novel level image accompanying it. They’re going to think we have some weird 18th century vampire romance going on between the two of us.”

At this, Hitoshi throws back his head and laughs deeply. It’s one of those rumbling, full body laughs that leaves you gasping for breath and makes your stomach hurt afterwards. After a moment of surprise, Neito can’t help but join in. He loves Hitoshi’s gravely, deep laugh. He loves even more that he’s able to draw it out of his purple haired classmate.

“I like that.” Hitoshi wheezes out, finally able to breathe again. “You know what, I hope the faculty finds our party playlist. And I pray that it causes them concern because they think that Neito Monoma and Hitoshi Shinsou have some spooky vampire romance going on, centered around creating dramatic 80s Spotify playlists together. Some couples write love letters. We create curated passionate listening experiences.”

This statement forces them both into a fit of giggles again, and Neito feels like he just might die at the thought of creating couples playlists with Hitoshi. He knows his friend is joking, but he feels his heart flutter at the feel of it. Neito and Hitoshi. Romantic playlist vampires. Hearts stitched together by Spotify’s “Create a Jam” option.

“So what do you think about this…kissing thing?” Hitoshi asks him slowly, and Neito feels the blood in his veins run cold. Shit. Is Hitoshi onto him? Could he know about how Neito made a deal with the girls in Class A – that he’s helping with the party in order to get a chance to play Spin The Bottle with Hitoshi?

Admittedly, Neito had started to help the girls out of pure selfishness. Sure, he had felt bad for ruining the girls’ first party. But ultimately he had apologized and offered to help out if it meant that he could have a chance at smooching his beloved purple haired hero in training. Unexpectedly, the more he collaborated with the Class 1A ladies on their party planning, the more he felt himself having a change of heart.

As it turns out, Mina, Toru and Y/N are fun and chill and meshed really well with Neito’s dramatic, whimsical personality. They are easy to talk to, and they genuinely seem to like having him around. The unexpected friendships he’s formed while planning this party are invaluable to him in a way he can’t quite explain. Even if Neito doesn’t get to kiss Hitoshi, he thinks that involving himself with the illicit party planning committee has been worth the risk. He has more friends now. Friends who accept him as he is.

He takes a deep breath. “What do you mean?” He fires back at Hitoshi, trying to turn around the conversation on his friend. He tries to keep his tone casual.

Hitoshi blinks, and then leans back into his beanbag chair and stares up at the ceiling. “I was wondering if you’re going to participate.”

“Oh.” Neito quickly realizes that Hitoshi’s participation in the game was never a given, so he has to do some convincing to keep his kissing scheme on track. “Yeah, I was thinking about it. It could be fun. I don’t really see a downside to it, to be honest.”

Hitoshi hums in response, still staring up at the ceiling.

“What about you?” Neito presses, searching Shinsou’s face for any hint of what he’s thinking.

“I dunno. It certainly could be interesting.” Hitoshi shifts into a more comfortable position in the bean bag, then glances at Neito through the corners of his eyes. “Have you ever…kissed anyone before?”

The question takes Neito by surprise. He answers instantly, honestly. “No, I haven’t.”

“Hm.” Hitoshi grunts neutrally. He still doesn’t display any emotion. “I guess this game is an easy way to get your first kiss out of the way. Unless you get someone you don’t like. Or if you get embarrassed kissing in front of all your classmates.”

“Oh. I didn’t really think of that.” Truly, Neito hadn’t really factored in that most of Classes A and B will be in attendance at this event. This whole time he had a one track mind focused on creating an opportunity where he and Hitoshi would be squashed together in a potentially romantic way.

“Yeah. If it were me, I’d want my first kiss to be in private.” Hitoshi says thoughtfully, turning his face back to the sky.

“You’ve kissed someone before?” The words tumble from Neito’s mouth before he can stop them, an almost accusatory twinge in his voice.

Hitoshi sort of…smirks at this. “I’ve had a few kisses, yeah.”

“Are you kissing anyone currently?” Neito can’t help himself. He cringes at his words.

“Well, seeing as no one’s attached to my lips right now…”

“You know what I mean.” Neito snaps. He’s quickly digging a hole for himself.

“No, I’m not currently seeing anyone.” Hitoshi snorts. “But I have had a few kisses. I didn’t mean to make you self conscious since you haven’t had a kiss yet.” His apology is sincere. Neito feels relief flow through him as he realizes that Hitoshi thinks he’s jealous because he hasn’t had his first kiss yet. Hitoshi doesn’t realize Neito is jealous of whoever has kissed Hitoshi. He decides to play into the misunderstanding.

“Maybe this Spin the Bottle game is exactly what I need to get my first kiss out of the way then, yeah? Any tips for me?”

Hitoshi turns his head so he can fully look at Neito. The sharp attention of Hitoshi’s dark gaze practically gives Neito a hard on, and he shifts the laptop a bit to cover his pants.

“Don’t put so much pressure on it, Nei. Anyone would be lucky to get to kiss you.”

Neito feels his cheeks heat up in a blush at the compliment.

Hitoshi notices his discomfort. “Listen…I’ll play, too. If it would help. I’ll cheer you on.”

Neito nods gratefully and they get back to chatting music. It’s infuriating how in some moments, Hitoshi seems kind of in to him. But then others, he’s clearly just trying to be a good friend. Can there ever be more than friendship between them? Neito prays that Mina will be able to pull through her part of their bargain. If the bottle lands on Hitoshi during Spin The Bottle, there are two options – either Hitoshi will kiss him and make it clear that he’s interested, or he’ll laugh it off and tell Neito to re-spin.

Neito takes a deep, calming breath as Hitoshi rattles off some facts about 80s New Wave music.

All will be revealed later that night at the party. All he has to do is wait.

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You get back to your dorm a little worse for wear – your legs are still a bit shaky from your mid-morning romp, and you’re covered in sweat. Your hair is an absolute mess. You still have a few “party chores” left to execute. You and the girls have purchased black vinyl tablecloths from the local convenience store, and you need to cut them to size and tape them into the windows to black out the light. You don’t want any passersby looking up into the dorm building and catching sight of a raucous unsanctioned party. You also have a few sets of streamers that need to be hung.

You quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and gather the necessary supplies, digging through your desk drawer to find a sharp pair of scissors and your tape.

Your phone buzzes on your bed and you look up – is it Shoto? Or maybe the Secret Party Planning Committee (which has now been expanded to include You, Mina, Toru, Neito, Mineta, and Mei Hatsume – a bizarre group, for sure!).

You grab your phone and flip it over so you can see the screen.

Oh – it’s Honenuki!

Honenuki: Hey Y/N, how’s it going?

Y/N: I’m good! Just getting some decorations together for tonight. Hbu?

Honenuki: That sounds dope – I’m so excited for the party! Anything I can help with?

Y/N: If you could bring a snack like chips or pretzels that would be super helpful!

Honenuki: Awesome, will do! QQ – is there a dress code?

Y/N: Nope – just wear what makes you feel comfortable!

Honenuki: Any idea what you’ll be wearing?

Y/N: Not sure yet – maybe a skirt or something like that? You know, party clothes.

Honenuki: I bet you’ll look cute no matter what you decide to wear. See you later!

You put the phone back down on your bed, a blush creeping up into your cheeks. What an odd thing for him to say? Is he…flirting with you? Nah, Honenuki is just super cool and chill, he probably was just paying you a nice compliment to keep your spirits high. Right?

But there’s no time to worry about this – you’ve got work to do! You quickly grab your things and make a beeline for the common area. Your arms are full of party supplies and your mood is high after your half hour spent with Todoroki. This is really turning out to be the best day – you can’t wait for the party!

A few students are hitting the books in the common room, but easily come to your aid when they see you enter the space with hands full of streamers and tape. Tokoyami offers to hang up the streamers with the help of Dark Shadow, and you gratefully accept the help. You didn’t realize how high the ceilings are, so you’re appreciative of Dark Shadow’s ability to reach the rafters.

You get to work measuring and cutting the vinyl tablecloths to fit the common room’s many windows. Shoji joins you and lends a few hands. Between you, Shoji and Tokoyami, your preparation is done within an hour.

“Dang – thanks guys! That was a lot of work!” You wipe the sweat off of your forehead and admire the common area. It’s strange to see the windows covered in black vinyl during midday – the afternoon light shines through the hangings in a strange, muted way. Between that and the red yellow and blue streamers winding around the room – the common area looks like a particularly festive haunted house.

“Perfect for revelry in the dark.” Tokoyami intones passionately as he takes in the results of your labor.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” You say weakly. Tokoyami is so nice and a great friend, but sometimes he can be a little spooky. You aren’t quite sure what to make of his comments sometimes.

“This looks great, Y/N. We’ll see you later for the party – I’m going to go finish up my homework ahead of time.” Shoji says, strolling off to his dorm room. “See you all later!”

You leave as well, ready for a much-deserved shower and hour of primping.

As you get back to your dorm room for the second time today, your phone buzzes and this time it really is Shoto.

Shoto: Y/N – look what came in the mail.

He’s attached a picture. You smile as you click open the image.

It’s…a selfie!? It’s an image of Shoto’s cute face squished against a fuzzy blue stuffed animal. He’s got that characteristic soft smile as he looks at the mid-sized blue whale plush excitedly.

Y/N: OMG!! Who is this!?

Shoto: It’s a plush I ordered online. I want to start a collection like yours. This one is a whale from a company called Jelly Cat.

Y/N: SHOTO!! It’s so cute omg – just like you!!

Y/N: What are you going to name it!?

Shoto: What do you mean

Y/N: You need to give it a name. Like…something that matches its energy I guess?

Shoto: Squirtle

Y/N: Nope.

Shoto: How about Kuchihiro?

Y/N: Oh yes. That’s funny.

Shoto: Glad you approve

Y/N: Where will he live?

A second image pops up on your screen almost instantly. You click it to expand the picture on your phone screen. It’s another pic of the whale plush – Kuchihiro – perched on top of Shoto’s bed roll and pillows. It lists to the side a bit and stares at the camera with blank, embroidered inky eyes. It’s adorable.

Shoto: He wants to be your friend.

Y/N: Tell him I’ll need to come visit him soon.

Shoto: He asked if you’d like to have a slumber party soon. He said you can bring Squirtle.

Y/N: Squirtle and I are in. We can see if Kuchihiro is cool enough for Squirtle Squad membership.

Shoto: I can guarantee that he qualifies for Squirtle Squad membership.

A new image comes through and you open it – you laugh so hard at the visual you almost fall over. Shoto’s taken another selfie with the whale plush, but this time – they are BOTH WEARING SUNGLASSES!!! Shoto has somehow acquired garishly sharp old lady sunglasses that resemble the glasses worn by Squirtle in the Pokémon TV show. His dedication to this bit is truly unmatched. You use your fingers to zoom in on the image – Shoto and the whale have identical blank expressions as they both “stare” into the camera lens. It’s hilarious and iconic and one again you’re surprised by Shoto’s sense of humor. You’re laughing so hard you can barely type out a text reply.

Y/N: SHOTO I CANNOT

Y/N: I AM LAUGHING SO HARD IM LOSING MY MIND

Y/N: YOU ARE PERFECT AND HILARIOUS AND I NEED YOU TO NEVER CHANGE

In response, Shoto sends though four emojis: A Whale. A Turtle. The Smiley Face With Sunglasses.

And a heart.

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Dusk is setting in, the sun slipping low beneath the dorm buildings of UA. The trees surrounding the campus rustle with a light breeze, and the energy around the school is one of calm.

A ragtag group of students has gathered in the center of the academic quad, shoes squelching in the dewy grass. They surround the school’s singular flagpole, which stands thirty feet high and is anchored to the ground with concrete. All of the flags have been retired for the evening so it stands empty, looking like a tall sewing needle against the fabric of the star-strewn evening sky.

Mina, ever the leader, stands with her hands on her hips as she looks up at the tall pole that marks the center of campus.

“Alright, team. It’s now or never. Is everyone ready?”

You, Toru and Neito cheer quietly. Mineta looks up at the flagpole apprehensively.

“I’m not so sure about this.” He mutters, his lisp prominent.

“Well it’s too late to back out now!” Mina says, slapping him lightly on the back. But then she pivots to a kinder approach. “Listen, Hatsume’s plan is way better than the one we originally discussed. She’s got a bunch of gadgets and gizmos that are going to make this much safer and take the strain off of you.”

Mineta gulps, his eyes never leaving the pole.

“Speaking of Hatsume – where is she?” You ask, looking around the quad searchingly.

“She said she’d be here.” Neito shrugs. “Probably wanted to make a grand entrance with one of her support items.”

He’s absolutely right. Moments later, a loud mechanical roar hits your ears.

“Didn’t you tell her to be discreet!?” Toru shrieks at Neito over the sound of whirring engines.

“You can’t put limits on artistry!” Neito calls out as he covers his ears to shield them from the noise that’s growing louder by the second. Seconds later, the source of the sonic barrage appears. And, yes, it’s Hatsume. She’s jetting towards you all on her insanely large metallic antigravity boots.

“Didn’t she damage those during the Sports Festival?” You yell over the din. “I don’t remember them being so goddamn loud!”

The roar of the boot motors hit a crescendo as Mei Hatsume hovers above you all. Her pink hair shines in the light of the rapidly rising moon. She’s wearing her usual bright goggles as well as a wild grin. She leans forward to smack at a button on the side of her boot and they seem to shut down. She plummets to the ground but lands soundly on the balls of her feet. A large bag of loot is flung over her right shoulder. She looks like some kind of bizarre cross between Inspector Gadget and Santa Claus.

She spreads her left arm wide. “Ta-dah! Newly functional anti-gravity boots by me, Mei Hatsume!”

You all stand there looking at her, stunned. Finally, you break the silence.

“Hatsume…your flying looked great but those boots are loud AF. This is a secret operation.”

“Eh, I’m still working out the kinks on these babies.” She knocks at them with her fist and a hollow sound reverberates into the night. The key to being a good designer is to just keep pushing through, even when there are challenges! And the challenge right now is dampening the sound.” She kicks off the boots and you’re surprised to see she’s wearing comfortable sneakers underneath. She tosses her loot bag to the ground and you all eye it curiously. “I am sorry about all the noise, though. But I tracked all the teachers and no one is in the dorm area right now, so there was little risk of me using the loud boots.”

“…you tracked the teachers?” Toru says weakly. “Does that mean you…?”

“Yup! I currently have all of the on-campus staff tagged with secret GPS tracking chips!” Hatsume says proudly. “I thought this little plan of yours could be the perfect time to test out my new discreet tracing system.”

“Hatsume…I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” You say. She’s so crazy. This is insane. You’re all going to get caught and expelled for invasion of privacy or something.

“It’s all in the name of learning!” She says vividly as she starts to dig through her bag. “Alright – where’s the little grape one?”

“I have a name!” Mineta pipes up, despite his clear fear of Hatsume and her bag of tricks. She looks over at him and her eyes glint. “It you didn’t have such great tits, I wouldn’t have agreed to this.” He stares at Hatsume’s ample chest and Mina delivers a sharp smack to the back of his head. His grape-ball-hair thingies bounce with the impact and he wines in pain.

“Do you want me to do this for you or not!?” He cries out, rubbing at the back of his head irritably.

“We already made a deal. Be respectful to Hatsume or the deal’s off. We can figure something else out.” You bluff, glaring down at the little creep.

He leers up at you. “Fine. But just know I can taste your lips already.” He runs his tongue along his mouth in a disgusting gesture.

“Oh, I don’t care what he says!” Hatsume says excitedly as she starts to pull various devices and gadgets out from her bag. “As long as he lets me test out my babies on him, it doesn’t matter!”

Mineta’s eyes bulge with nerves and you pat him on the head soothingly. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen. She’s going to follow our plan and then after a while Mr. Vlad King will rescue you.” Your hand bounces back as you pat his bouncy purple hair (?).

“Ugh.” Minetta makes a face of disgust as he looks between Hatsume, her bag of tricks, and the tall AF flagpole. “You’d better come through on your end of the deal here, Y/N. No kiss, no diversion.”

“I know, I know.” You roll your eyes and cock your hip to the side. “You do this for us, and I’ll give you the best little smooch of your creepy little life.” Apparently, that’s all that needed to be said. Mineta shuts up and the two of you watch as Neito, Toru and Mina hilariously attempt to help Hatsume set up all her contraptions and tools.

“Question for you, Grape Juice.” You throw in his hero name to be nice. “Why’d you pick me? For this kiss exchange, I mean.”

Minetta seems surprised by this question. “I thought it was obvious. It’s because you’re the nicest. Duh.” He scratches absentmindedly at his chin as the two of you watch the chaotic scene before you. Everyone in the group has the potential to be a great hero…and yet, they are each so silly and dramatic. You smile at them fondly as they toss around stray tools and gears, trying to support Hatsume as best they can.

“You think…I’m the nicest.” You say slowly, rolling the idea around your mind.

“Mina is hot, but she’s too demanding most of the time. Toru is overly dramatic. There’s no chance in hell that either of them would give me so much as a side-glance, let alone a kiss, if I asked. And then there’s you – you’re always nice and trying to be my friend even though I can be a huge pain in the ass. I dunno…I just had a feeling that you’d say yes if I asked for a kiss.” He doesn’t look at you as he says this. He keeps watching the chaos unfold as Hatsume throws a screwdriver at Neito’s face. The Phantom Thief expertly dodges, but starts squabbling with Mei as he gestures wildly at all of her gear.

“Oh.” You don’t know what to say. You never imagined that Minoru Mineta of all people could be touched by kindness. He can be such a creepy asshole most of the time. “That’s…oddly sweet?” You rub your arms in discomfort.

“Forget I said anything.” Mineta looks your way and shrugs. “To be completely honest, the reason I chose you is because I’m a depraved horny dude and you’re an easy mark.”

“That sounds more like the Mineta I know.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Come on, let’s get this over with.” You march towards your bickering friends and pull up your shirtsleeves.

It takes a good twenty minutes to assemble all of the devices properly.

“Alright, grape boy! Get on in.” Hatsume smiles widely as she holds up a small Minetta-sized harness. The pop off hero in training gives her a look of terror.

“How do I know that thing is safe? It looks like it’s made of old frayed rope.” Minetta eyes the harness uncertainly.

“It’s made of state-of-the-art synthetic dyneema. The strongest material in the world. It will keep you from falling and won’t tare apart – no matter how rough things get. I only made it look like cheap rope to keep up our ruse.” Her eyes are wild and remind you of that crazy look Neito is known to have. “Vlad King will take one look at this harness and he’ll assume another student tied you up. A student with less…sophisticated…knowledge of support items.”

Minetta reluctantly takes the harness and steps into it, buttoning it closed across his chest. You let out a low whistle – the strappy outfit really makes it look like someone’s haphazardly tied him up. Hatsume is a genius.

“Okay now for the next part – I’m going to clip you to this drone baby and it will take you up to the top of the flagpole. Then I’ll release all of my other magnetic babies and they will follow you up. Once everything is secured on the flagpole, I’ll go sit in one of the trees and remotely operate everything.”

“That’s where I come in!” Neito says excitedly. “Kendo and I will go and frantically flag down Mr. Vlad King while he’s on his patrol. We’ll tell him to come quick and help Mineta. We’ll say that it looks like one of the upperclassmen got fed up with his pervy ways and decided to string him up on the flagpole to teach him a lesson. A nasty trick!”

“And as soon as Mr. King tries to rescue Mineta…boom.” Hatsume pulls up an iPad and opens an app that floods the screen with digital buttons and controls. “I’ll battle him with my babies and see how long my support items can stand up to a Pro Hero.” She cackles delightedly. You once again wonder if you’re all taking this way too far.

“I feel like you’re forgetting that I’m going to be up there!” Mineta calls out nervously. “What if your support shit hurts me?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll manually operate everything so you stay safe. And I’ll even let you down once I’ve had my fun!” Hatsume hoots as she hits a bunch of buttons on her device. Instantly, the support items littering the ground clatter to life. Shiny metallic objects with tiny arms and spikes and claws begin to rise off the ground – some begin to hover, others rise up on tiny mechanical legs.

“This is so creepy!” Mineta wails as the wave of tiny drones and gadgets begin to circle around the flagpole’s base. You all ignore him.

“I can guarantee you one hour of distraction.” Hatsume laughs, a bit unhinged. “Two hours if Mr. King doesn’t call for backup.”

“Hatsume, I know I asked for your expertise here – but I’m a little disheartened in how much you’re underestimating my teacher.” Neito says a bit stiffly. “He’s a Pro Hero. It should take him all of ten minutes to defeat a few flying toasters and save a boy strung up a flagpole.”

“Ha. That’s where you’re wrong, blondie. After you told me that Vlad King would be involved, I modified these babies with his quirk and fighting style in mind. A good support item designer should always construct her devices to suit the situation at hand!” Monoma still seems unconvinced, but its too late now. You all just need to trust in Hatsume’s mad scientist capabilities.

“How are you going to avoid being caught?” Toru asks Hatsume nervously.

“Oh, I’ve got a nifty little cloaking device baby that will help me blend into the trees. No one will ever see me. Once the teachers rescue Mineta, I’ll disappear back to the dorms.” She wiggles her hands in front of her face in an attempt at looking spooky. Instead, with her wide eyes and stretched grin, she looks a little deranged. “Oh! But you’ll need to take my antigravity boots back with you and stash them away for the night.”

“What!?” Mina looks at her incredulously. “They’re not a part of the plan? Why’d you even bring them then?”

“I needed to fit in a quick test flight today – plus they looked super cool when I was flying in, right?”

You all nod weakly, eager to take a break from her chaos. You reach down and scoop an antigravity boot into your arms. It’s heavy as hell. Toru grabs the other boot and her legs buckle a bit under its weight, her pants bend tellingly at the knee.

“We should really get going, guys.” Mina says, checking her phone for the time. “Everyone will be arriving soon!”

“Alright, you ready Mineta?” You ask your classmate. His face is pale white as he looks up the tall flagpole, but you can tell he’s already committed himself to this task. And to receive your kiss.

“I can just taste your lips already.” He says, but the jibe is half-hearted. Hatsume clips a carabineer to his harness and attaches the other end to one of her drones. An instant later, Mineta is lifted off the ground and rapidly rising into the air. Using the controls on her iPad, Hatsume guides the drone up, up, up and to the top of the flagpole.

The little perv reaches out and grabs the top of the flagpole with little effort. Mineta looks down at you all and flashes a quick thumbs up. He grabs a few purple balls from his head and uses them to secure his body to the pole. Once he’s safely fastened, he waves.

“Alright Mineta!” Neito calls up to him, cupping your hands around his mouth to project his voice. “You know the plan! When you see Kendo start to run over from the dorms with Mr. King, start yelling for help. Once Mr. King tries to get you down, Hatsume will activate all of the booby trap drones she’s assembled on the flag pole.”

Mineta nods and gives another thumbs up to indicate his alignment.

“Hatsume – you ready?” You turn to the support course prodigy, her boot weighing heavily in your arms.

“Yes, ma’am!” Hatsume gives you a big thumbs up as well. “Let’s do this!” She hustles off to her hiding place in a nearby tree. You watch as she pulls herself up into its branches with surprising strength. She pulls out her iPad and hits a few buttons before her form disappears into the leaves like a chameleon. Must be that cloaking device she mentioned.

“Alright everyone.” You flash a grin at your friends. “Let’s pull off the craziest secret party the school dorms have ever seen.”

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woman of letters // dean winchester

pairing: dean winchester x man of letters!female!reader

summary: sam and dean discover the bunker of the men of letters. expecting it to be empty, they get quite the shock when they meet you.

content: swearing, canon level violence, reader is very inexperienced in combat, mutual pining between dean and reader, reader is slightly injured by dean, mentions of family death, idiots in love trope

word count: 3.8k

note: this is my first series with dean! i'm not sure how many parts, but i wanted to share this with the world. there will be smut in later parts. if you look up "dark academia outfit" on pinterest and scroll, that is how i envisioned the reader dressing.

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Sam and Dean entered the bunker wearily. They didn’t know what they were walking into. There could be a demon, or worse, waiting for them to arrive. They had their guns drawn as they moved down the stairs into a large room. Stone walls were made more comfortable by the warm lighting in the space. Sam eyed a doorway that seemed to lead to a library of sorts. Dean readjusted his grip on his gun and traveled deeper into the bunker. Sam opted to explore the library first instead of following his brother.

The walls were filled with books varying in color and size. His eyes raked across the titles and keywords jumped out at him: vampire, werewolf, witch. He felt like a kid in a candy store. He continued to survey the room. There were velvet upholstered chairs in the corners of the room. A couple tables were placed in the center of the room. There wasn’t anything strange about them initially. Sam then noticed the open book and steaming mug of coffee. Someone was here. Sam tightened his hold on his gun and whirled around.

Standing behind him was a girl. You. You wore dress pants and a white button-up shirt. The gun you held in your shaking hand glinted in the light. This either meant it was brand new or it had never been used. By the way you awkwardly held the weapon with two hands, Sam was willing to bet it was the second option. The expression on your face was stony but behind that Sam could see the fear coursing through you. You were scared. Frightened like a baby deer that got separated from his mother. But you couldn’t tell this intruder that.

“Whoa.” Sam tried to put you at ease but refused to lower his own gun. You swallowed and shifted on your feet. You continued your silence while reading his body language. Weapons you hated, but psychology was where you thrived. You needed to determine what this man was here for. Lost in your mind, you failed to notice the way Sam’s eyes drifted over your shoulder where Dean was creeping up behind you.

Faster than you could fight off, the man behind you kicked the back of your knees. You were on the ground on your hands and knees, your gun sliding away from you. You scrambled for it and whimpered when it was swept up into Dean’s hand. Sam’s gun was still trained on you. Dean scoffed after looking over your weapon.

“Safety’s still on, sweetheart.” Dean shot at you while restraining your wrists behind your back with handcuffs. You were really panicking now. This was not how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to keep this place safe and in a few short minutes you were rendered useless to that cause by a couple of strangers.

Dean pulled out a canister of something. Poison, you assumed. They were here to kill you. He forced your mouth open and poured the substance into your mouth. Instantly, you spat it out of your mouth. Not poison, salt. You looked at the man with an incredulous expression. What the hell was he doing to you? You watched the two men exchange a look before Sam handed Dean a flask with a cross on it. A thought crossed your mind, something from your readings. Holy water, you thought. You coughed out the liquid when it was splashed into your face. Regaining your breath, you glared at the men.

“I’m not a demon.” You spoke, shocking the men in front of you. They flexed their jaws in anger, moving closer to you. Your eyes widened.

“Then what the hell are you?” Dean asked. You were hesitant to answer. These men had broken into your home, tied you up, and were demanding information when you didn’t even know their names. You weren’t about to tell them what you really were, though if they found a way into the bunker they already had an idea.

“Human.” You spat, hoping they would settle for that answer. Of course they didn’t. Dean searched for any clues about who, or what, you were. The holy water had trickled down on your chest, turning your shirt see through. He could see a dark mark peeking through the fabric. He grabbed at the collar of your shirt and yanked it down to reveal it. A logo.

“Take me to dinner first, pretty boy.” You sneered out and yanked your body away. Sarcasm was one of your favorite defenses. Your shirt slipped from his fingers and he looked at Sam again.

“Man of Letters.” Sam spoke out, talking to Dean but you still heard it. You rolled your eyes. It was a sexist name created by a bunch of men far before your time.

“Woman of Letters.” You corrected, causing Dean to snort out a sarcastic laugh. He crouched down so he was face to face with you.

“Alright, Rosie the Riveter, why don’t you tell me how exactly you got here.” Dean offered, raising his eyebrows. You raised your own eyebrows back.

“I could ask you the same.” Your breath fanned Dean’s face. He ground his teeth in irritation and stood. With his eyes finally off of you, you let your mask of strength fall. Your breath quickened while you tried to think of a way out. Unfortunately, you were more book smart than street smart and your research had never gone into detail on how to fight off two asshole men once they had taken you prisoner. They were standing off to the corner and you could just barely catch what they were saying.

“-- can’t just leave her tied up, Dean.” The taller man spoke to who you now knew to be Dean. You narrowed your eyes at the name. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Well, we can’t let her go, Sammy!” Dean’s voice was insistent. Dean and Sammy. Sammy and Dean. You’d heard those names before.

“Winchester.” You breathed out. It caught their attention, throwing them off guard.

“What?” Sam asked, blinking at you. You looked up at him.

“Sam and Dean Winchester. Hunters.” You were talking mostly to yourself now, but what you were saying was putting the boys into a state of unease.

“How do you know that?” Dean stomped towards you, gun aimed at your forehead. You knew he wouldn’t shoot you. Despite your own opinions on hunters in general, you now realized how they were able to find the bunker. Henry Winchester. You were unsure of the details, but you were certain that their grandfather had somehow led them here. When Dean cocked the gun, you blurted out your next words.

“Your grandfather was a Man of Letters. I read about him in the texts.” You turned your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You flinched when you felt the gun move from your direction. The relief was short lived when you heard a knife unsheath. Maybe he was going to kill you.

“Please.” The pleading statement escaped your lips against your will as a final attempt to save your life. You may not have gone out much but you weren’t ready to die. Imagine how you felt when the ropes tangled around your wrists loosened. You immediately grasped at one of them, examining where the skin was rubbed raw.

“Now answer.” Sam’s voice was demanding. “How do you know about us?”

You pulled yourself to your feet. Your hair was mussed, clothing wet and wrinkled, and salt granules still clung to your chin. You walked to your workstation where your now cold coffee sat. The day of studying you had planned was now ruined.

“You guys are everywhere. News, social media, letters to loved ones.” You listed the sources you had learned about the Winchester brothers while returning the books to their rightful places. You heard two pairs of footsteps walking in your direction.

“Letters?” Dean was confused. Did you mean your own loved ones, or other people’s?

“Yeah. Some of the people you helped, and some families that you kind of didn’t,” you held a finger gun up to your head to help your words take meaning, “wrote of you to their aunts, uncles, grandparents. The letters were intercepted and copies were made for the archives here.” You gestured around you, though no information on the boys were in the room you were currently in. Sam tilted his head curiously.

“You stole mail?” The tall man asked, worried for any of his own letters. You turned to him defensively.

“I have allies in the postal offices, I gave the letters back.” You grabbed the handle of your mug, frowning when you felt the cold ceramic on your skin. You walked to the kitchen, Sam and Dean following behind you like lost puppies.

“Again, how did you become a Man--,” Dean winced at the look you shot him, “Woman of Letters?” You turned around to face the two men. They stared down at you, Dean looking skeptical and Sam curious to learn.

“My grandfather.” You blinked at them when their expressions didn’t change. “What?”

“The Men of Letters all died in the 1950’s.” Dean grumbled out. You rolled your eyes. He really needed to gain an imagination.

“Not him. He was here. Once my parents died,” -- this piqued Dean’s interest -- “I joined him and he inducted me into the society.” You decided you needed to clean up from the earlier interrogation. You pushed between Sam and Dean. Again, the men followed. The hall was decorated about the same as the library, sconces on the wall lighting the way to the living quarters. You twisted the knob on one of the doors to reveal a room that looked far more lived in than the rest of the bunker.

“Your parents are dead?” Dean asked as you fluttered about your room. You pulled a sweater off a hanger in the wardrobe. You looked to him while unbuttoning your shirt.

“Plane crash.” You knew he was asking how they died. It wasn’t from some enemy of the society or a supernatural force. It was a simple mistake made by a newly licensed pilot. You had your time to grieve over them, so voicing their deaths wasn’t difficult anymore. Dean’s eyes didn’t leave your body when you removed your soiled top. You replaced the garment with the sweater.

You interested him. You were too smart for your own good but somehow not stuck up like the other Men of Letters he had encountered. You also seemed to be the last member living, unknown to the rest of the world. Instead of continuing his questioning, he opted to wash the dirt and grime from his body.

“You got a shower around here somewhere?”

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Night had fallen upon the world outside, but the bunker was unrestrained by the daylight. You were lounging in the library with a book in your lap. This book was for your own entertainment, consisting of silly plot lines and romance. You had shown Sam and Dean to the empty rooms, allowing them to take their pick. It had been hours since then and it was the last interaction you had with them. You were now wearing a matching silk pajama set and fuzzy socks, your slippers laying abandoned on the floor.

“How long have you been alone?” It was Sam, though you imagined Dean wasn’t far behind him. You closed your book before answering.

“Thirteen years.” You weren’t used to this much human interaction. Usually by this time you had your favorite songs playing through the bunker while you cooked your dinner.

“And your grandfather?”

“Cancer.”

“Oh.”

You smiled at Sam. You had heard stories of him and his brother. They varied in intensity, but the overall consensus was that they brought nothing but bad news with them. Sam had started the apocalypse, an event that had locked down the bunker until you had managed to get it to open back up. Dean had gone to Hell and back, literally. You wouldn’t admit it, but you had learned this from the horribly written Supernatural books.

All of these stories and yet, with Sam in front of you with his big brown eyes, you couldn’t help but think that the world was wrong for thinking these boys were anything but good. You knew what they had lost, who they had lost and how. Yes, you had experienced grief before, but you had lost your family to human tragedies. You hadn’t gotten close with anyone else after your grandfather, though you knew you needed to find members to take over your responsibilities once you died. You just weren’t good with people, not in the long term.

“He was old. It was inevitable.” You dismissed the pity on his face. Sam shrugged and joined you on the couch where you were stretched out. You moved your socked feet to make room for him to sit.

“You don’t leave the bunker?” Sam asked you, still confused as to how they had never heard of you. You shook your head.

“I leave for food and information, then I return. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“No friends?” You rolled your eyes at the question, though it did strike you as odd that you never had the urge to grow a connection with someone else.

“I don’t need friends, I have the texts.” You used as defense. Sam frowned at your words. Sure, he didn’t have the best track record with keeping relationships, but he had Bobby, Dean, and occasionally Castiel. You had no one.

“If you say so.” With Sam’s answer, a silence fell over the room. Despite the fact that you had just met the man, it was a comfortable silence. You had lived so long being alone with your only connection to the outside world being the television you had installed in your room. You knew pop culture references but had no one to tell them to. You were witty and sarcastic, but no one knew. You had come to peace with it long ago, but now you were thinking you shouldn’t have.

The sound of a door opening down the hall caught your attention. It was Dean, leaving his room to join you and Sam. He entered with a grin. He had decided, very uncharacteristically, to give you some trust. He wasn’t going to let you drive his car or put his life in your hands, but he would be kind to you. In a way, you reminded him of Charlie, in a non lesbian-little-sister kind of way. You gestured to the empty chair that stood near the couch and Dean accepted.

“Sorry for the whole salt and holy water thing.” Dean apologized after sitting. You crinkled your nose and brushed a thumb over your wrists. They were still red from earlier but brought no pain, only annoyance.

“You should be sorry for the bruise on the back of my thigh.” You reminded him of the blow he had landed on your legs. Dean winced at the memory. Not the best way to introduce himself, but he was on high alert at the time. You nodded at his response and looked to the the intricate rug that garnished the floor.

“Who taught you how to shoot?” Dean inquired. He remembered your weak stance and the fact that you still had the safety on the gun. You flushed at the fact that he had found something you lacked skill in. You could write wonderfully, recall every detail from a lecture or text, even pick your words eloquently. When it came to weapons and physical combat, you were no better than a child. Actually, a child could probably aim better than you.

“YouTube.” You mumbled to Dean. He laughed at the answer, which caused you to want to defend yourself.

“I’m not exactly used to being attacked down here. No one knows I exist.” You perked your head up with a new realization. “Though I suppose with the two of you here, I may be more susceptible to unsavory visitors.” You looked between the brothers. Now they were the ones wanting to defend themselves.

“We… you… monsters…” Dean sputtered out, but eventually came to the conclusion that you were correct. Evil beings would most likely come after them down here. You felt Dean’s next words, the ones that were going to tell you they were going to leave and you would never see them again. Something in you jumped to keep him from speaking.

“You can stay, of course, but you’ll need to teach me some techniques.” You offered the lifeline and Dean took it. He had never had a home growing up, not really. It was smelly motel to even smellier motel with stifling car rides with his dad in between. Now he had a place to return to, a room, a kitchen, a warm shower. It helped a pretty girl like you came with the space. He felt a draw to you unlike any before. No one, not even Lisa, had made him feel like this. He wanted to protect you, but he also wanted you to comfort him. He wanted your body and your mind, all of it, and he had only known you a few hours.

“It’s a deal.” Dean answered with Sam chiming in with a similar sentiment. You had a feeling these boys were here to stay.

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“Hit me harder.” Dean growled out for the fourth time. It was late morning and the beginning of your training wasn’t going well. It had started out rough, with you only owning the business casual dress wear that made you look like a character straight out of a dark academia movie. After you were dressed in a pair of Dean’s sweatpants you could pull tight with the drawstring and a tank top, Dean had complained when Sam insisted on doing stretches before any sparring. Then came the actual punches.

You were weak, you knew that. You hadn’t taken a gym class since you were nine and only God knows the last time you even glanced at weights. You figured you could land a hit, but Dean hadn’t even flinched when you hit the block of padding he held in front of him. He pushed you to hit harder, but the repeated failures frustrated you. When you got frustrated, Dean felt the tension, which affected his mood. Now you were both angry in a space meant for fighting. Sam stood off to the side. He was getting the sense he would have to jump in soon to stop an argument from occurring.

“Shut up.” You muttered through gritted teeth and hit at the padding again. You looked to Dean for approval. He shook his head again.

“Harder.”

The word had been your final straw. You had woken up with the full intention to work at this until you succeeded. Though a small part of you had expected you would be instantly good at it. You didn’t like not being good at things, that was why you leaned toward more academic studies. You threw your hands down to your side and glared at Dean.

“I’m done.” You stomped out of the room. Dean shoved the padding into Sam’s chest and stalked after you. He wasn’t going to let you give up that easily.

“What if demons come?” Dean shouted out as he followed you to the kitchen. He was trying to give you real life scenarios, but you were having none of it.

“Let them kill me.” You didn’t mean it, you were just being stubborn. You drank water from the glass you had filled, chest heaving from exhaustion and rage. Dean watched you with eyes on fire. It seemed you two were going to butt heads more than expected.

“Then what happens, huh? There’s no one to take your place here if you’re dead!” Dean argued back. He knew it would strike at you. The Men of Letters were big on legacies and you had no heirs to stake claim on the bunker. You gritted your teeth together. You weren’t thinking anymore, you were just trying to get out of the uncomfortable situation.

“I would offer the place to you but your half-wit brain wouldn’t be able to keep up!” You shouted in his face and stormed away again. This time Dean didn’t follow you. He instead stretched his neck and glared at the wall. He wasn’t hurt by the words themselves, more at the reason why you had said them. He knew his strengths and they didn’t include reading books all day. You had aimed to hurt him, a fact that had him cursing ever wanting to trust you at all. There was a reason he was slow to let people in and you had just confirmed that instinct. Sam lumbered into the kitchen and watched as Dean ran a hand over his face.

“What was that?” Sam asked, arms outstretched in disbelief. Dean did a little shake of his head.

“She’s impossible.” He gestured with his hand to the way you had left. Sam sighed.

“She’s been alone for over a decade.” Sam reminded him. Dean shook his head again. He didn’t want to be rational right now. He knew why he was so angry. Every punch you didn’t land sent the image of your frightened doe eyes from yesterday flashing across his vision. You had been helpless to the invasion and he never wanted you to feel like that again. He just wasn’t ready to admit that right now.

“Doesn’t matter.” Dean crossed his arms. Sam scoffed at the reaction and rolled his eyes. You two were giving him a serious headache.

“Go apologize.” Sam offered. He knew this wouldn’t come without a fight. Just as he expected, Dean’s nostrils flared in refusal.

“No way.”

“Dean.”

“Sam.”

“Dean.”

“Listen, I’m not going to tell that bratty, selfish woman that I’m sorry for trying to help her not get ganked by something!” Dean lashed out on Sam. What he had failed to notice before his outcry was you, now dressed in your usual attire, strolling past the doorway to the kitchen. His words made you set your jaw in anger. You cleared your throat to get his attention. The moment Dean’s eyes fell on you his anger softened.

“If that’s how you really feel then maybe we should put an end to the training.” You bit out before continuing on your way to the garage. You needed to meet with your informant from city hall and the refrigerators were growing bare. You heard Dean calling your name, regret dripping in his tone, but you ignored him. If he wanted to talk nasty about you then he didn’t deserve your time.

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