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soliloquiss · 2 years ago

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( DISCLIPLINE ME BABY ? ) SHU YAMINO X GENDER NEUTRAL! READER 18+ WC: 2.3K

❥ you tease him five times in the campus, he returns you the favor by making you cum five times as well for him. (inspired from this request)

❥ WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI. unprotected sex, overstim, public sex, not proofread.

the class was awfully boring— the words of your professor started to become inaudible as you anchor your focus on your boyfriend who seems to be paying attention. for your class, all of you had to go out of your homeroom and take a trip around the campus to examine the buildings' intricate designings, a topic you weren't really interested in as of the moment. you barely put an effort to follow along with your cohorts, intentionally slowing down walking. the tread of footsteps echo in unison throughout the empty corridor, rambles from fellow classmates and the loud voice of your professor blends in.

you whip your head back to find your boyfriend, to which a bizarre idea popped in your mind. you halt for a moment so you could walk along with him. shu takes a glance at you once he notices your figure waiting for him. finally matching his pace, you inch forward to his figure. "say shu . . what if we fucked by the stairs over there?" you whisper to his ears, your breath tickling his sensitive skin as you point towards your right. he trails his gaze to the direction to which you pointed and his cheeks were already tinted of blush red. "he-hey, we're having a class right now."

the class was already starting to get ahead the two of you, several feet apart already but you paid no mind. you quickly hook your arm with his and bring your free hand to his crotch, slowly palming his soon-to-be erection. "so? i wouldn't mind being seen as long as it's you who's doing me." hearing your honeyed yet impure words made goosebumps break out on his pale skin, the abrupt teasing was something he didn't see coming.

"—in fact, i'd love that, i love it when they know you own me." you finish the sentence with an extremely confident tone, smirking at the end of your proclamation. shu's peace of mind slowly vanishes as his trousers became tighter after a minute of passing. being a physical manifestation of a cliffhanger you are, you decided to walk faster to catch up with your friend group and leave the flustered male behind like nothing happened, like you didn't give him a boner in the middle of your class. as a poor attempt to hide his throbbing erection, he tugs the hem of his sweater down several times. he tells himself to relax, it's a temptation burning just for now. or so he thought.

the clock's hand strikes at 12 and lunch time finally approached. shu and his group decided to eat outside of the university with his friends and you, with your own circle did the same as well, just different places. shu thought you wouldn't try to pull any prank on him anymore but of course, it's you. you stick by the saying "never let them know your next move." his phone buzzes from the glossy table top while they were eating lunch and as soon as he picks it up and swipes to see the messages you sent him, he nearly choked on the food he's chewing. ike immediately offers him a glass of water with a worried expression painting his face while the other three snickered at shu. apparently you sent him photos of yourself with no clothes at all, some images were zoomed in on your hole that shu admitted to loving so much one time when he was drunk.

of course, you had to follow up your teasing by saying: "just fuck me already, shu. didn't you say you love my hole? you can make the most out of it right now <3" the onyx haired had to go for a quick bathroom break to get himself together, losing his composure in a place like this would be embarrassing for him.

two times in a row of teasing, the male thought you wouldn't try anything more for the reason that you nearly drove him to his limits if only you were there when you sent him your nude pictures. he already couldn't focus on the classes you're having while you sit there and enjoy the show shu's putting on. you get smitten whenever he's dreading for you, yearning for your touch and warmth. but obviously, you weren't done yet. for the remaining hours in the campus, you tried to rub his dick with your ass, stroking his hair slowly (an innocent gesture that he finds hot, hence why you're doing it on purpose to him) and lastly, clinging to him when the professor isn't present yet. all of your actions nearly drove him to the edge of lust and the trigger was you licking his cheek just because.

the school alarm blares throughout the wide spacious hallways, signaling the end of classes for today. your usual routine with your boyfriend is he drives you to your home hence why you've been itching to go outside already. if shu was yearning for you, then you're twice as thirsty for his dick too. running up to shu's desk with a haughty smile, you pull his arm and chant, "let's go home now, i want to do it badly." for numerous of times but to your surprise, the raven haired didn't budge a movement. he waited first until the homeroom was finally only occupied by the two of you— he stands up and pulls your collar, forcibly making you lean towards him.

"we don't need to go home babe." he says as his other arm snakes around your waist, luscious lips immediately crashing on yours with fervor. he slips his tongue in and you could feel his lukewarm saliva dripping on your chin, shu is so impatient today and it was prominent from his foreplay. his dominant hand forces you to go deeper in his mouth with the use of force on your head, the other now groping the plush of your ass he's been dreading to touch. "shu, we can't do this here." you weakly oppose to his actions but his eyebrows knit in response.

"what do you mean we can't? earlier you were urging me to fuck you at the stairs and now we're in a secluded space you're saying no to me?" he says as he pulls his pants down, stroking his boner to prepare for its intrusion in your body. "jesus christ, when you talk like that i might just cream myself." you chuckle at the end of your sentence and strip yourself too, understanding shu's intentions right from the start.

shu's sly smirk widens as he sees you voluntarily rid yourself of your clothing, "then cream as much as you want baby." he says and seats himself on the chair and— you already knew the drill.

you shove shu's dick into your hole as you sit on his thighs, propping your arms on his shoulders for support to lap all of his dick up. starting the sex with an incredibly fast pace, the two of you couldn't exchange lustful musings any more as the feelings of pleasure got the both of you moaning at best. "i don't know but, our sex feels incredible today." your breath hitches as you try to answer, "perhaps it's the sexual frustration you're feeling now that your dick is rock hard." both of you pant heavily to try to catch your breath, but the momentum was going at a speed you couldn't match.

he bites his lower lip, standing up from his seat and he supports your body with his arms to not break the flow of the intercourse. you gasp as you notice his shifting of places and positions when suddenly, your back was laid on a hard, glossy wooden surface. "wait, don't tell me—"

before you could finish what you were saying, shu pushes his dick deeper into you once again, making sure he reaches the depths of your velvet walls with every thrust; jackhammering into your slutty hole. you almost cry out of pleasure and the shocking feeling stimulating your body at the same time. as he pounds into your body mercilessly, you feel your release nearing already. "shu, i'm gonna cum!" you cry out as he doesn't halt from his ceaseless thrusting. if anything, he quickens his pace to make you cream all over the place and that is exactly what happens next. droplets of liquid white come out of your genital, staining shu's clothes. "fuck— i'm sorry." you mumble and immediately try to wipe him clean but in response, he puts his hand on your shoulder and flips you, making you bend over on the woodentop table.

confusion clouds your fucked out mind, wondering why shu isn't saying anything— "fuck!" you cuss as you were caught off guard when the male pushes himself into you again, balls deep in. "i just came please slow down!" your words were staggered from how shu was doing you, barely coherent at all. "no can do. i need you to cum for me five times today, just like the amount of teasing you made to keep me horny." he answers, voice nonchalant— seemingly pouring all his focus on your body in making you cum.

"are you fucking for rea—" yes, you got cut off for the nth time today as the ebony head now strokes your lower region with his slender fingers in a consistent, quick pace, to which he was rewarded by your poorly stifled moans from pursing your lips. "let it all out. no one uses our homeroom around this time after all." he says, brimming with confidence and impulsivity. "i would! but! cumming five times!? don't you think that's far-fetched!?" practically exclaiming with few strength at this point, he places his hands on your lower back to make his dick reach deeper that you felt a lot, considering you just came. your knees started to tremble and couldn't stand up properly anymore, a view shu's enjoying tenfold.

"you just cummed right now. two out of five. keep it up." he says. your mind starts to drift afloat, away from reality as you felt more sensation on your lower body.

shu licks your inner thighs as he pleasures your genitalia by doing circular motions and stroking patterns in a speed he can keep up with. before you knew it, you cum once again but this time, right in front of him; feeling all shame in the world swallow you whole.

three out of five, next? he forces you to stand up as you lean against the beige walls of the classroom, the raven haired fucking you senseless once again. this time, he was more carefree to let his grunts of satisfaction slip from his lips. same old routine, you reach your limit once again.

four out of five. this time, he turns you over, making you stand up all on your own. you struggle keeping your legs still and feel as if you're going to fall anytime soon. fortunately shu wasn't that merciless when he's disciplining you with all he's got. he makes you rest on his figure but making sure not to give you enough time to rest. talk about 50/50. nonetheless, he tirelessly jackhammers into you once again. cumming for the fourth time today, your muscles started to ache for a break as you completely cling on to shu's figure for support. "shu— i can't anymore." you tried to tell him but your eyelids were already closed shut and body went numb.

the moment you peel your eyes open, you were now then enveloped by the familiar, comforting cream painted walls. scanning the whole place, it's undoubtedly your room from the setting. you try to look back on the events that unfolded previously that you ended up here; once you realized shu was trying to milk you dry by making you cum five times, your mind spins with hundreds of questions when suddenly, the door creaks open at the right time. shu enters your room with a paper bag in hand, oblivion carved on his features. "you alright?"

the look you returned to shu when he asks you that immediately shot a question 'the audacity!' but the boy only cackles in exchange. "hey, what happened in the classroom? what happened here? what did you do to bring me here?" neverending questions of the same sort came out— as expected. shu had the face to laugh again, but this time, it was not of mockery or not the teasing type. he walks by the edge of the bed and sits on the far end, setting the paper bag on the chair beside. "when you passed out, i dressed you up and drove you here to your room. i shuffled through your bag for the keys and then tada! here you are now, waking up from a 2 hour nap."

"two hours!?" you repeat the phrase again, disbelief sinking in your mind once you heard what shu said. "yeah, i also got snacks for you to fuel you up. remember? you only came four out of five times. we're going to continue what we left off in the classroom earlier once you have enough strength to go again." the raven head chuckles by the end of his statement. "damn you shu."

"don't swear at me like you don't want it."

"okay . . maybe i do."

"alright, time to make it five out of five!"

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shotowoki · 4 years ago

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x gn!reader WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, kissing, mutual-pinning, implied nsfw, pretty much just fluffy goodness :) WORDCOUNT: 4k

SYNOPSIS: Being roommates out of sheer convenience shouldn't have been a problem. It shouldn't have been as difficult as Shouto had made it out to be. I mean, you two barely spoke, barely found time to be together in one room and barely even came in contact with one another despite living under the same roof. It really should have been a piece of cake. But the feelings Shouto had for you grew larger with every day that passed, complicating things far more than was necessary...

In an empty room, Shouto lay sprawled on his bed. The thought of you conquering his mind as he envisioned you in your entirety.

The lazy slither of moonlight that pierced his curtains left a gentle glow across his face, the sorrow in his eyes highlighted as he pondered over the same thing he did every night. Who were you?

It seemed like a stupid question on the outside, as to those who didn't know you two well, you seemed like good friends. After all, you did live together; it would be harder to know nothing about the other. But, in Shouto's case, he knew near nothing about you. So, every night he lays in his sheets, frustrated with his lack of knowledge, listing all the things he did know. As he balled the covers under him, intertwining his fingers with the cotton, he asked himself one thing: 'who were you?', once more.

There were a few vague things he knew. He knew you worked as an office assistant, finished your work off late at night in the kitchen, took around 45 minutes in the shower, you rarely ate food at home, and brought take out every other evening. Not to mention, you barely left your room and thus leading to this lack of relationship between you two.

But what did this random trivia on you do for him? Nothing. It provided him with zero useful information, nothing to work with, and it most certainly did not quench his curiosity for you.

A heavy exhale parted his lips, and he sunk deeper into his mattress. Maybe this was enough for today. The constant worrying about you wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it. At this point, his curiosity was turning into something more. Before Shouto knew it, his once frustrated wonders had turned to admiration. And this was his current situation, face feeling hot as reality hit him like a train. When did he start to like you, and more specifically, why?

That empty feeling filled him once more; the lack of answers to all these questions had him feeling beyond exhausted. He barely knew you, and yet even moments like these felt like enough. A small rush of nervousness always stopping him in his tracks whenever the sheer thought of you crossed his mind. It felt ridiculous and brought Shouto way too much humiliation. And so, he shook these feelings off. The mystery that was you was far beyond his reach, and it was time he submitted to that fact.

Fluttering his eyelids shut, he put his mind at rest, drifting off into dreamland.

The next day had arrived, Shouto's previously exhausting night already long passing him. A wet towel swung over his head; he exited the bathroom somewhat wet, and ready for a new day.

A cold shower did the job alright, waking him up and helping him forget about the endless thoughts of you that had him up late last evening. All that remained was to fill his stomach up, and he would forget the whole ordeal. Still slightly embarrassed at the realization that he had caught feeling for the stranger that lived in the room opposite his own.

Scrubbing his hair and patting his face dry with the towel on his head, he entered the kitchen. He expected it to be empty like every other regular morning. But instead, Shouto was greeted with arguably the worst and best thing. There you sat at the kitchen island, eyeing a cup of coffee, evidently zoned out.

Shouto stopped in his tracks, and his heart dropped to his stomach. If it was even achievable, the beating of his heart was more rapid than humanly possible and probably more audible than ever. Why were you home? Not that he was complaining, it was just rare to have you home this early in the morning. Did you not have work today? Did something happen? Why are you just sitting there staring at a cup? All these questions sprung up in Shouto's head as he stood dumfounded and nervous.

His cheeks lightly sprinkled in a pink blush; he just stood there awkwardly, not daring to even move an inch. To anyone but himself, he would look pretty composed, but internally he was malfunctioning. He had hoped for a moment like this to arise for a while now. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, he barely knew what to do. It didn't help the fact he was already a flustered mess over the thought of you last night, and now there you sat in front of him.

Taking one deep breath, Shouto resumed his walk to the fridge, waving off the nerves that had built up inside him.

"Good morning, y/n. It's rare to see you home at this time." Shouto attempted to break the silence in his signature monotone voice.

It remained pretty tranquil for a bit. The only noise being that of Shouto making himself breakfast and the sound of you taking a shy sip of your drink.

"Morning. I don't have work today, so I'm home."

Your voice simmered out into the atmosphere, but it remained looping in Shouto's mind. As his back faced you, he felt his ears get hot, and he knew for a fact, he was beet red now. How did just hearing your voice already throwing him off guard?

Shouto gently exhaled, feeling his adrenaline spike through him. He just needed to stay calm. But how could he when he wasn't accustomed to hearing your voice, especially when you spoke so softly? Having a crush on your roommate was most certainly an inconvenience, as Shouto struggled to keep his concentration on making a simple cup of coffee for himself.

"Oh. Did you finally get a day off?" Luckily Shouto's voice came out calm. He'd be damned if he stumbled and made himself look more like a fool than he already had.

Well, he looked like a fool to himself, at least. You barely took notice of the random pauses his whole body made or the way he would occasionally take self-soothing deep breaths. If anything, you wouldn't even know if this type of behavior was unusual for him since you saw him so rarely.

Come to think of it, you don't even have a baseline to work with when judging his overall character. That's partially due to the fact you two have never actually sat down and bonded, which led an idea to spark off in your mind.

"Yeah, it's my first day off in a while." You spoke in a slightly more upbeat tone now, excited for the proposition you were about to make. "So, since I'm home, how about we hang out and get to know each other properly." You smiled his way, tilting your head slightly as you awaited his response.

And just as the suggestion escaped your mouth, Shouto made the unfortunate mistake of turning around, his surprised expression out on display as he was yet to process what you just had said.

"Um, sure." is all Shouto was able to say. His heart thumped out of his chest, and his words knotted up in his throat.

The sudden proposition you offered him had him speechless. All these sudden coincidences being the last thing Shouto expected. Was it all too sudden, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the opportunity at hand because who knew when you would be free again. Finally, this was his chance to answer the question that has been keeping up at night. And somewhat address these feelings that had started manifesting.

"Then, I was thinking... maybe we could have a movie night?" You chirped, leaning over the counter in excitement.

"You know, there's this movie my coworkers have been talking about, and I've really been wanting to watch."

For the first time, Shouto got to see you relish in your interests. A cute smile curling the corners of your lips as you spoke, rambling about this so-called movie. He couldn't help but smile at your bubbly nature, getting lost in the expressions you were making that he has never before seen. The way your eyes lit up and your hands waved around as you tried convincing him to watch the movie. Little did you know, you didn't need to convince him of anything, he would agree to watch anything with you. But he wasn't going to burst your joyful bubble now. He wanted to savor this moment, and so he let you speak whatever was on your mind, just burning this moment into his memory.

Dazing at your soft lips as you spoke, he realized how zoned out he had become; your speech becomes just a faint murmur in the back of his mind as all he could think about was how much more beautiful you looked up close.

"Ah, sorry! I completely went on a tangent there. I tend to do that when I get excited. I'm sorry!" You giggled while exaggeratingly facepalming yourself.

And with that, he was once more snapped back into reality. What were you just talking about? Aside from the mention of a movie night, Shouto couldn't remember much else. He couldn't have retained anything that fell from those pretty lips of yours. And down the gutter, his thoughts went once more. The overwhelming flustering feeling washed over him as he realized what ideas exactly he was having right in front of you. He needs to hurry up and respond to you rather than just standing there aimlessly staring at your lips.

"Don't worry about it. You look cute anyways when you're so excited about something." Those words left Shouto so fast he could barely believe he had said them himself. The humiliation already settling itself as he cursed himself for being such a creep.

The sudden affection from your roommate had you stuttering. You have had your eye on him ever since you moved in together. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, always left food out for you, and cleaned the apartment before you got back from work. The only issue was you. You were far too shy to admit to these feelings, your one solution being to lock yourself up in your room and avoid him like the plague. Today just so happened to be the exception as you felt a tad bit confident when he nonchalantly (as you perceived it) walked into the kitchen.

Now a compliment of this magnitude was the last thing you expected, and so your insides burnt hot as you shifted in your seat.

"Sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out that way." The concern in his voice was more than evident, the furrowing of his brows in frustration delivering his apology clearly.

"No-no, it fine! Really."

"What I was trying to say was that a movie night sounds great!" Shouto bopped his head down as he managed to completely fuck up this one opportunity that he had. To him, it seemed as though he had ruined everything, but if anything, he had succeeded a lot more than he gave himself credit.

You were still giddy at his subtle compliment, heart racing at the fact he called you cute. CUTE. Failure should have been the last thing on Shouto's mind as if he observed you a little more closely, he would have noticed the satisfactory grin on your face.

"Great! I'll meet you in the living room at 5 pm then." You hoped out of your chair, putting your empty cup away.

You definitely wanted to stay with him longer, but you needed to calm yourself down. The knots in your stomach tightening by the second as you felt flustered by his presence.

"Right."

Gently, you squeezed past him as you exited the kitchen, the cozy heat that radiated from his body sending goosebumps down your skin. Even with a touch so short-lived, you couldn't help but freak out. How would you manage this evening? Only future you will know the answer to that question.

As quickly as you parted ways, the evening arrived just as fast. A golden sunset burst through the living room window and drizzled the atmosphere in sweet honey. A soft breeze floated through as Shouto sat anxiously waiting for you.

His outfit was bland, but it was expected of him. Just a pair of generic grey sweatpants paired with a white tee. As stated previously, his attire was very bland. But it was comfy, to say the least.

Just on time, you finally met him at your designated period. Your heart hammered out your chest, not only from the nervous itch that was being with your crush, but the possibility of this all being awkward. It felt like meeting a stranger, only with an odd sense of familiarity attached. Maybe then calling him a stranger would be a poor analogy. Perhaps it was more like being left alone with that person your friend was trying to introduce you to. Yeah, that's a better parallel for how this all felt right now. However, it all still felt rather exciting.

"Hi! Are you ready?" You giggled as you sunk into the couch, sitting beside him.

"Definitely. What's the movie called again, y/n?" The way your name so easily fell from his lips set off the butterflies in your stomach.

It sounded so pretty coming from him, way prettier than you could have prepared yourself for. Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, mind going blank as you fished for the name of the movie you knew.

"U-um, it seems my mind has gone blank. Give me a second."

Rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself, you let out your signature laugh. The golden hue of the sun stirred the color of his heterochromatic eyes as you glanced back at them, still thinking of the name of the movie you knew just a second ago. Attentively, his eyes examed you, and you managed to catch sight of this glance.

"Don't worry, take your time." With that, his eyes shot back up meeting yours. "Do you happen to be cold? You're rubbing your arm."

That explained his gaze, but it didn't happen to settle the nerves inside you. And in your flustered state, you responded with the first thing that came to mind as you swatted your hand to your side.

"Ah, yeah! It's a bit chilly with the window open in here."

Right on cue, Shouto reached for the blanket on the sofa, wrapping it snuggly over your shoulders. The way his slender fingers brushed against your skin as he positioned the fabric on you made you freeze. You could barely hear yourself think as your heart ran wild, adrenaline surging your veins. His face was so close, so close you could see how his eyelashes softly brushed his cheeks with every blink. Fast, it all happened so fast, and yet the memory replayed in slow motion in your mind. The way he just swept in and then back out.

"There. If it gets too cold I'll close the blind." He smiled at you comfortingly before reaching for the remote.

You couldn't do anything but sit there wide-eyed, your nervousness being unbearable.

"The movie... I can't remember its name." Finally, you admitted defeat, done battling your mind that was clearly not regaining composure any time soon.

"That's fine. I guess we can just watch whatever piques our interest for now. There's always next time."

There's always next time. The implication of another hang-out was soothing. Knowing that this wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity managed to quiet you down slightly as you repositioned yourself to sit more comfortably on the sofa.

"Right!" You beamed in agreement, turning your attention to the tv.

The mindless scrolling through Netflix lasted a while as you made conversation with one another. Talk of how most movies were boring filled your discussions, exchanging laughter here and there too. It all felt so reassuring, and both of you were starting to feel more relaxed. Movie after movie, it felt like you were about to hit a dead end until you eventually landed on something intriguing.

"This one! This one looks good, right?" You explained, pointed to the digital screen that gently lit up your faces.

"Right, it doesn't sound bad."

Shouto was beginning to uncover you and your character a lot better now. Seeing as you got excited about the most random things, but also the way you were so easily caught off guard. It put a soft smile on his face as he just admired you silently.

The movie began to play, the two of you settling down as the noises from the tv exclaimed through the speakers. To say that Shouto was happy was an understatement. Looking back on the evening from just last night to now was a huge shift, and a huge shift in the direction he could have hoped for. It was the start of something he had been wishing for long while now.

Hearing you laugh at the actors on screen, turning to face him as you shared the humours moments with him had him feeling all gooey inside. Lightly, your leg would occasionally brush past his, making him more than eager to pull a move on you. Fuck it, right? Apparently, Shouto couldn’t just have his cake, he wanted to eat it too.

You were far too cute in this moment, nudging on him softly as your laugh radiated through the air. And so, in a moment when his adrenaline spiked and clouded his judgment, he snaked an arm over you shoulder, cradling you into his chest. You gave into his invitation, resting against him.

Not to say you were all calm about the exchange, you were in fact the complete opposite. It was really happening, you were laying in Shouto’s toned arms, his fingers gently gliding up and down your forearm as he sunk down onto the couch. Laying himself down and then you on top of him.

Was Shouto calm about this, then? Definitely not. His hearts rapid beating was audible as you rested your head on his chest. Smiling hazily as you realised he was just as nervous about all this as you.

As he lay under you, you soaked in his touch, the way his toned figure felt as your hands snaked around his waist. And the way his breathing gently cascaded a chilly breeze down your neck, shivers forming along your soft skin. Ever smooth shift and touch his body made against yours was thrilling.

At this point you weren’t even concentrated on the movie, and instead on the boy under you. The movie acting more as background noise to the thing you really wanted to watch. Glancing up at his soft features, the way his plump rosy lips were slightly parted as his eyes shifted across the screen. Oh how you wanted to kiss him in this moment. What was holding you back exactly?

You could lean any minute if you just so pleased.

“Shouto?” You finally spoke up, interrupting the tranquility between you two.

His response was a simple hum, eyes falling to meet yours. The way he held eye contact, smiling at you invitingly was enough to have anyone falling for him. You felt extremely lucky to be even given the chance to be in this position with him.

“Can I?” You started, lifting yourself up slightly.

“Can you?”

He quirked a brow at you as he sat up to meet your movement. Trapped under you as your two legs straddled his lap, you gave him a sheepish smile. A short moment passed without a response, and Shouto smiled at you suspiciously, leaning in to jokingly examine your face.

“What’s on your mind?”

At his unannounced actions you glanced away, but Shouto only pulled your chin to look back at him. A smirk growing on his face before his palm came to cup your cheek; his other hand resting nonchalantly on your thigh.

And like he knew exactly what you were thinking, with a light brush of his thump against you bottom lip, he dipped in for a kiss.

His plump lips meeting yours. Soft, they felt so soft as they moulded perfectly with yours, meting against the other. The tender way his lips hovered for a second as he pulled away, licking his lips and then coming back in. Glazing you in his touch, he began to move again, taking in one of your lips at a time, relishing in your sweet taste. The way his lips massaged yours with every move he made had you pressing yourself into him.

It felt relieving in a way, finally dining the dish you’ve been craving for so long. After all these months you two have lived together, finally you both were holding each other like you have been wanting. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving throw his hair as you yearned for more.

Your plush tongue came to meet his, intertwining with the other. Happily, he ventured your mouth, taking in every inch of you. Smoothly dragging his tongue to the root of your mouth then pulling himself out, until he came back in once more to suck you back in.

The only think separating you two being the string of spit that drizzled off each other’s tongues as you caught your own breaths between each embrace. Your merciful moans he swallowed, his delicate hands travelling up your spin. They left a cold trail, fireworks erupting your stomach as the adrenaline of this all began seeping in.

You two were getting too carried away, but it just goes to show how bad you wanted one another. Shouto, however, wanted to clear things up before you continued any further.

He pulled away breathily, blinking at you with delight in his eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and i’m sorry if this is sudden. But, I like you.”

That sentence alone had you more flustered than your previous touches and you smiled like a kid with candy.

Was this a dream come true? Maybe it was, which in that case, you definitely didn’t want to wake up. But, lucky for you, this was in fact reality.

“I like you too, silly” You giggled only inches away from his face, and the instant grin that sprawled across his lips was the only confirmation you needed.

Instantly, he engulfed you in a tight hug, his head cradling itself into the crook of you neck.

“Then how about we finish this off in my bedroom now that you’re all mine.” Was the last thing he said, his lips resuming their bidding on the soft skin in your neck.

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melaninenthusiasts · 4 years ago

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Moment | Jafar

"It all began with a lamp and a fantasy..."

The Arabian palace was humungous. It could take atleast 200 guests to stay in. The architecture was out of this world; one of a kind. The food was magnificent. The chefs worked day and night and could make anything you wanted them to at any time. The soldiers were the best of the best. They could stop anyone who tried to come in and intrude. Except for Aladdin, he was the smartest streetrat ever.

After the hoodlum created himself a fiasco by taking the magic lamp and turning himself into a prince to lure Jasmine, Jafar had to do some things that people wouldn't be proud of. Things like taking the lamp and locking Jasmine and her father away. And hypnosising the entire palace staff to do whatever he says. And make a wish turning him into the most powerful man on earth at large.

Jafar had the extravagant palace all to himself. No queen by his side or anyone to talk to. Here he was thinking about his next move. He was tired of being second best.

"I'm the king of the world and yet I'm still bored," Jafar admits to himself.

Ever since he became the most powerful man on earth it's been lonely at the top. He has no one to speak to but his parrot and the genie. Not even the servants and staff he orders around because they're trapped in the sunken place. Jafar had some pleasure with Jasmine and multiple other women but nothing excited him the way that he wanted.

He had all of the money, sex, and power that he could ever wish for.

Jafar wanted someone who could read his mind inside and out. Someone who could help him take away all of his pain and let out all of his emotions into.

"You can always use another wish to fulfill your fantasies, " the blue mystical giant says.

"What should I do?" Jafar asks knowing the genie's rules.

"I can't tell you want to do. How about you make a wish. You know the words to say."

Genie wouldn't say it out loud with Jafar being his master but he missed Aladdin. He never had a friend like him. Yes, he wanted to become a prince but it was because of his love for Jasmine. He wasn't like the other master's that he had. Jafar was the worst one yet. So typical at that.

The Genie has three rules: he cannot kill anyone, he cannot make people fall in love with each other, and he cannot revive the dead.

The unwritten and unsaid rule was making your wish as specific as possible. You can only have three wishes and you don't want to waste it.

Jafar grabbed the golden lamp putting his palm against it back and forth.

"I want a melanin goddess that can give me an experience of a lifetime wear it'll be a moment but feel like eternity." He continued to rub the lamp as he thought. "Something that no one else has ever experience."

He finally let go of the magical lamp then the magic began to happen.

"Yes, master. Your wish is my command." The God-like blue Genie then folded his shackled arms creating this magical brown storm with beautiful golden specks. The wind damn near blew everything away. It was so strong and powerful.

Jafar got excited to see what would happen next. He held on the the edge of his throne as he watched his wish manifest slowly.

There were colors and different hues of browns and reds swishing around in a tornado along with sparkles. Then it ceased out of nowhere. The Genie was back in the lonely lamp where he belonged. The sidekick parrot of his flew off somewhere.

"My name is Victoria and I am here for fulfill all of your fantasies," the goddess says before him.

"She's perfect, " Jafar says in awe of her. "Gorgeous brown skin, amazing body, and that sweet sultry tone." He smirks as he gets up from his throne.

He admires her in the brown lingerie accessoried with gold jewels.

"I got a feeling that you brought me to you.." she smirked at him as she walks up the stairs to the throne. They were now inches apart from eachother.

Jafar licked his lips as he gazed into her deep brown eyes that started to turn gold. She then kissed his lips caressing his beard as he felt on her body. The world they were now in began to change into this abstract gold and red one.

His fantasy was now coming to life. The goddess was very much real. He could touch her, feel her, and he felt even more powerful.

"I wanna get inside of you," Jafar says in a lustful tone as his hands wander her body.

"You do?" The goddess says in a low sweet voice teasing him.

"I do," Jafar whispers tugging her body to his shirtless body. The goddess felt on his built physique admiring his toned muscles.

"This is your moment," she whispers back to him.

Before he knew it he was in this beautiful bedroom with brown silk sheets and golden decor.

Jafar was laid down in the bed in awe of the melanin goddess with his brown skin glistening. His abs flexed as he breathed in nervousness. There were just enough chest hairs on his body.

She then crawled her way onto the bed teasingly slow. He watched her in excitement biting his bottom lip.

"Tell me how bad you want me," Victoria says as she sits on his lap with her hands trailing his physique. He liked how her nails we done in brown and gold. Everything about her was sexy.

"I want you so bad," Jafar breathes out trailing his hand up and down her body once again.

He looked into her deep brown eyes once again watching them turn golden before she kissed him.

The room was turning into red sand. The walls were dropping right before them. There was nothing left instead of the bed.

Jafar kissed on the Victoria's neck inhaling her shea butter sent as he unveiled her robe. He hugged her body closed to his worship her like the goddess she was. He was feigning for her badly. He didn't want this to end.

His lips trailed down her cleavage as he unclipped her bra. Jafar felt a satisfaction in hearing her moan from his teasing pecks. He continued to worship her body by massaging the fall of her back.

Jafar was desperately in love with her. If he didn't want to save his last wish for something else, he would make Victoria his wife. But that's the price that he has to pay.

It's like Victoria's body was calling his name. It was saying 'I want you inside me' the more and more they went further.

The goddess stuck her tongue down his throat pinning Jafar's arms against the bed.

Usually in bed, Jafar would be the alpha but this was different. Victoria then rose up ready to ride his magic carpet. With her hands trailing down his upper body, she rose up with a smirk. Jafar so was in love that he didn't notice that she was in cuffs.

"Victoria..." Jafar moaned out softly.

The goddess thrusted her body onto his satisfying him. Jafar let out a grunt in amusement. He let himself become mesmerized by her. He let the golden specks on her eyes and the soft cries on her voice take all control of her.

Jafar loved how she let out moans as she took him in.

"Pussy so good..." he moaned out.

The goddess let out her last moan yelling his name to the fullest. She fucked his so good that he could cry Jafar hit his climax letting out his last husky grunt.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum..." he breathed as he nutted in her.

Victoria then gave him one last kiss grabbing his soft beard with her hand then letting go. She smirked sliding out of him and put the rest of her lingerie on.

She then walked away leaving Jafar in the cuffs as the bed disappeared.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked her. Victoria turned back around and smirked at him charmingly. "And why am I in cuffs?" He added.

Victoria laughed silently to herself. "Moments over." She said before strutting away in the red sand as Jafar sank deeply in it.

"Wait..." he cried out. "We can't be done yet." He fell deeper and deeper into the dark whole.

Before Jafar knew it, he was back in his lonely Palace. He already began to miss the melanin goddess.

The Genie laughed to himself in his tiny living space.

"He didn't day what kind of goddess. Gotta be more specific than that!" He cracked up.

Victoria was a jaguar melanin goddess. One that kept many men sinking into the floor after she was done with them leaving them wanting more. It was her specialty.

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a--knightinsourarmor · 4 years ago

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kibouhero:

Izuku had quickly decided on the onigiri bento. He wanted to give Shouto his favorite food. He held the bag on his arm and brought their meals with him to the bento. After sitting down, he pulled everything out of the bag and nudged the soba bento towards his friend.

“Um, well…” Izuku began as he pulled out his chopsticks and broke them apart. As he pried the lid off of his bento box, he added, “I wanted to say that I really emphasize with you a lot…”

He nearly frowned. “I know that might sound hollow right now, but what I mean is… I’ve been where you are.”

His eyes lowered to his bento. “I was born Quirkless. Or, at least, I thought I’d never get a Quirk on my own.” He sighed. “For most of my life, I was bullied for it. I never had any friends because they thought nothing was lamer than someone without a Quirk.”

“And honestly…” Izuku sucked in a deep breath and let it out, looking up at Shouto again. “Even now I still have confidence issues because of those days.”

He shook his head. “But I didn’t come here just to tell you that.” He looked up at Shouto and added, “I wanted to say that even if you lost your Quirk, you can still become a hero.”

“I won’t say it’s easy, because it won’t be–” he added. “But I know if anyone could make it as one without a Quirk, it’d be you.”

“I came close to giving up on my dream to be one, but there’s no reason why you should.” He managed a smile. “You just have to find alternative ways to strategize.”

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It was the first time that the green-haired shared that with him. Shoto had suspected something like that could have been going on for Midoriya to be unable to control his Quirk when they first started at U.A. and for Bakugo to claim he was quirkless. He had assumed that his friend's Quirk had manifested later than everyone else but no one ever confirmed those thoughts until this point.

He didn't know how to feel. He wouldn't be able to imagine how he would have felt if he hadn't a Quirk as a child when the only thing that made a person worthy to his father's eyes had been their power. Dreaming of being a hero but being unable to do it? Only Midoriya would still have hope after all those years. Only his friend wouldn't have given up. But Shoto was different.

He was born having that power. He was raised to be a hero and now everything had been taken away from him. Their stories were reversed. And now that his friend had opened up to him, for one moment he felt the most hopeless he'd been all this long. Because the only person he thought he could talk to, he actually couldn't. Midoriya didn't have what he did. How could he express what he was feeling at the time to someone which endured it for so many years? To someone which their dream seemed to not matter and believed he wouldn't make it to turning to a hero?

“Midoriya...” he started, eyes on him. “I am not like you.” he said. He wasn't like him. He couldn't overcome every set limit. He was certain that the green-haired would make a great hero, even quirkless just because he was made to be one. He was made to inspire those around him, bring hope and save everyone under any circumstances. But Shoto wasn't like that. His Quirk was what defined him.

“I can't be a hero without a Quirk. No matter what I do. You may can, but I don't.” he mumbled. At first, he thought he'd do his best and see how far he could go with what he had but as time passed that much unrealistic that felt.

Yet, Midoriya believed he could do it. He came to tell him that he could make it. Shoto had lost his faith to the world or himself. But the other seemed to have enough for the two of them. Only after a few minutes of thinking he let out a deep shaky breath. He really was convincing. He stared at him for a moment and nodded. “But I guess can try.” he whispered. He owed to himself to do his best.

He started eating the offered soba, realizing how hungry he had been. “I've had a conversation with Mr. Aizawa and he agreed I can continue to the hero course if I want to.” he said. A minute ago was about to announce to him that he’d ask to be transferred to the general course yet the other had managed to change his mind. Once again.

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