✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
WARNINGS: Fluff, very very minor injury (a burn from a hot pan)
A/N: Hey hey so this is a drabble that got WAYY out of hand - I did not mean to make it this long, but here we are. Also yes, I know that the GIF is a chocolate cake and not a brownie (I couldn’t find one). Anyways, Hopefully this week the requests in my little inbox should be written and put out, and also, the next chapter of I Burn For You will be out next weekend! Thank you for your patience on both fronts, and for now, enjoy this little drabble!
Word Count: 1.5K
It was already 2:08 a.m., but out on the countertop in front of you was a strawberry cream pie, a chocolate swirl cheesecake, and two full batches of snickerdoodles and gingersnaps. Your hands were on your hips, your fingers pulling a bit on the flour dusted apron that covered the front of your pajamas. Surveying the array of sweet treats you were proud of yourself - until you remembered how late at night, or rather early in the morning, it was to be making this much food. The sound of the oven dinging pulled you from your thoughts as you shoved on your oven mitts and pulled out the yummy, delectable scent of a pan of fresh brownies. With your hip, you closed the oven door and set the chocolate treat on the oven top. Sighing contentedly, you squeezed any thoughts of sleep from your eyes and shook your head.
“Y/N?” Your hand goes to your heart as you spin to find the gaze of your good friend, Shoto Todoroki, looking at you with a confused expression. “What are you doing up so late?” You try and casually laugh, but what comes out is more of a nervous giggle.
“Oh, uh, you know - when inspiration strikes!” You say, trying to motion to all of the baked goods layed out in front of you, but in the process, your elbow comes right into contact with the still burning hot pan behind you.
“OW! Ow, ow, ow.” You whisper-scream, clutching your arm and trying to blow on the burn. Your attempts, of course, are futile. You glance back up to try and give a “wow, that was a silly move, huh?” look at Shoto, but you find him immediately at your side, holding your arm in his hands. His touch was soft and calculated as his eyes examined your injury - like he’s done this a thousand times before. He was so close to you now and his head was ducked a bit lower, so his hair was close to your face. You could smell the shampoo and conditioner he used - a fresh, evergreen scent to it. The aroma seemed to weave its way throughout your senses, calming you while at the same time making you anxious.
“It looks like it’s a bad first degree, bordering on a second degree burn. It shouldn’t be too bad or take too long to heal. How bad does it hurt, Y/N/N?” He says, somewhat to you and somewhat to himself.
“Pretty bad, but I guess that’s kind of punishment for being clumsy.” You say, trying to ease his distress over your injury.
“Hey, being clumsy doesn’t mean you have to be reprimanded for it.” Shoto says seriously. Absent-mindedly, his fingertips barely touch the injury, but it hurts so badly that you hiss through your teeth and try to pull your arm closer to you and away from him. Immediately, his head snaps up so he could meet your gaze, but due to the close proximity, his face is mere inches from yours. You could have sworn that his eyes were on your lips and that he almost moved to close that gap, until he shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly and he physically moves himself further away from you.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” You say, waving your hands in such a way to try and convince him further that he did no wrong. It didn’t do much to console him, though, as he was already several feet away from you and he was looking at all the plates and platters holding the cakes and cookies. “I do it when I can’t fall asleep.” You say, getting him to look up at you again, albeit cautiously. “The baking. It helps and gives my brain something to focus on that’s not anything insane. The recipes are instructions I get to follow with very little wiggle room, so I’m forced to measure out exact cups and teaspoons.” With oven mitts this time, you touch the brownie pan and begin to cut squares with a knife. “And then, when I finally feel tired, I can go back to bed pretty quickly and I have yummy stuff to wake up to in the morning. It’s almost a win-win except for when it’s a school night, because I usually only get four or five hours of sleep. On weekends, though, like tonight it works out perfectly.” You cut the last square and use a spatula to scoop two brownies onto a plate. You walk over next to him and place it onto the counter. “Please have one - as a thank you for looking out for me.” You say, smiling. Tentatively, he plucks one from the plate.
“What do they taste like?” He asks, looking from the brownie up to you. You frown in confusion.
“It’s a brownie - it’s basically like a dense chocolate cake. Have you never had one before?” You ask, getting a shake of his head in response.
“Baked goods were not really a staple in my household.” He said, a small, wistful smile settling on his lips. You gave him a knowing nod.
“Well then, I’m proud that your first brownie will be one made by me.” You grin as he smiles, more surely, at you. He takes a bite and his eyes go wide. “Sooooo?” You prompt, almost on your tip-toes in anticipation.
“I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” A cheshire smile spreads across your cheeks. “This is amazing, Y/N.” You lean back onto the counter, satisfied.
“I’m glad.” You say, a genuine warmth blossoming in your heart. “And please, feel free to take or grab a slice of anything here on the counter. I’m going to have to start putting most of this in the refrigerator or freezer soon anyways.” You move to start gathering some of the tupperware containers in the communal dorm kitchen cabinets, but you brush your hurt elbow against the fabric of your shirt. Wincing, you went to look at it again until Shoto’s hand covered it. Instead of the regular temperature of his kin, a cooling sensation settled onto your blistered skin. It was a relief like you’ve never felt before - massages probably didn’t feel so great or comforting.
“Oh wow, that’s nice.” You sigh, your eyes trained on his hands. The tiniest of ice particles were sprinkling off of his fingers, but no actual ice was crystalizing on your elbow.
“I’ve had some practice healing burns,” he says, playing down his helpfulness. You didn’t press him further on the topic - you knew what happened with him when he was younger. You knew that he had to cradle himself and take care of the burns that his father had inflicted upon him, accidental and non-accidental.
“Well, Sho, thank you for curing my clumsiness. Again. You’ve already had a dessert of mine, I don’t know how else I can pay you back.” You say, leaning into him slightly.
“I might have an idea…” he whispers, so softly that you don’t hear it the first time.
“What?” You ask, your face coming closer to his and a lock of your hair falling from the updo you had tied up. Shoto takes his hand, not the one pressing cool air to your burn, to take that piece of hair and tuck it behind your ear. His hand stayed there, his fingers playing with your hair.
“I, um, said I think I might have an idea.” You nodded, understanding instantly. Slowly, press your lips to his and close your eyes. Neither of you had really ever kissed anyone else before, but it didn’t really matter. The pace of it settled into a languid and sweet one, and quickly, you picked up on how it worked. You each took turns pulling and following, leading and following. You felt his eyelashes tickle your cheeks and you registered how his hand slid from your elbow to your waist, holding you close and flush against him.
You pulled apart slowly but he kept you close, pulling you into a hug.
“I really like you, Y/N.” He confesses, keeping his eyes closed as he holds you tighter to him. “And it’s not just the brownies, it’s everything about you.” You can’t help but laugh at his comment as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.
“I like you too. A lot.” You hum.
While you found yourself enjoying baking that much more due to Shoto’s love of your concoctions, you also found yourself partaking in late night baking much less. Because, whenever there was too much on your mind, one quick text or phone call to the red-and-white boy that you now called your boyfriend would have him knocking on your door. Shoto would settle down next to you on your bed, wrap you in his arms, and whisper sweet nothings into your ears as you drifted off to sleep. “Brownies can wait” he would say as he kisses your cheek, tucking your blankets around your drowsy form.
Getting caught listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album
Anon asked: I hope we are on the same page and agree on that SOUR IS PAINFUL and I can’t stop laughing at the concept of the bnha boys reacting to yn singing something from there. Like they think it’s all cute and precious how beautifully you sing and then you almost sob at the lyrics lmao.
authors.note: I’ve been listening to her album non stop and it’s getting out of hand, the worst part is I’ve never been in love XD. This is a different format I hope you like it. Enjoy <3
SHOTO walks through the door of your shared apartment, his tie in one hand and suit jacket in the other. Music blared from the kitchen, a soft melodic tune ringing through the house as both yours and the singer’s voices blended into one harmonizing. He always loved coming home to you because in reality, this house wasn’t his home you were; you with your weird habits and spontaneous ice cream trips at 2 am. You and your smile that lit up his life, you and your voice that always managed to calm him even when both of you were in the middle of a villain attack fighting for your lives and those of others. He loved every piece of you and he was always thanking the universe for allowing him to love you. Closing his eyes he focused on your voice, easily distinguishing it from the singer’s. With your soft words going straight to his heart he completely ignored the lyrics until he was rudely brought back to earth by the song. “But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face….” Baffled, he entered the kitchen rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist, a pout evident on his lips. You kissed his temple, placing your hands over his and swaying from left to right. Shoto just held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and refusing to let go for the rest of the night.
KATSUKI sighed as he heard the loud sounds of your music coming from behind the apartment door. He loved you with all his heart, he truly did but if he had to listen to Doja Cat one more time… Evenings like these were always his favorites though, loud music and all. Weekend evenings when he comes home early, always finding you curled up on the couch, TV playing steadily on the news channel as you read your book. He knew you worried, you always did and you always will, he finds it endearing and cute, teasing you about it when he gets home each night. As much as he finds it cute it also brings guilt. He wants to give you the world, the sun and the stars, anything and everything you desire but he knows that no matter what his safety will always dominate your mind and he will always find you watching the news channel waiting to confirm his safety. You both fall in love hard. As he stepped into the living room he witnessed the small show you had going on; pjs consisting of his shirt and shorts, her wet with a comb in your hand as you sang along to this week’s favorite. “I’m so sick of 17 where’s my fucking teenage dream?” He laughed at that, grabbing your hips making you yelp in surprise as he steadied you on the couch. “You’re 22 you brat! Now get down before you hit the ceiling.”
IZUKU most of the time enters your home through the bedroom window like a burglar. He has no reason to do so apart from being able to. So, naturally, he usually scares you half to death when he suddenly appears seemingly out of nowhere. He loved doing that. He especially loved the process afterwards of how he will try to coax the pout off your face with kisses and hugs. It never lasts long, you give in too early but he enjoys the process. Making you smile is his one priority and he will step down as n.1 if he ever stopped. Music flooded the apartment, it wasn’t too loud just loud enough to hide his footsteps. You were swaying softly in the middle of the living room, eyes closed while you sang along. The song was sad, really sad and the singer’s voice made it 10x worse. Before he even realized he too had closed his eyes, back leaning on the wall behind him as he let your voice soothe him. He doesn’t know how long he had his eyes closed, all he knew was that the song was over and something more upbeat was playing and as he opened his eyes he came face to face with you, your own eyes a little glossy. Your nose was touching his and you sniffled a bit as you stared at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before wiping the unshed tears from your eyes. He had so many questions and he must’ve looked very confused because suddenly you burst out laughing. “This album is super sad, okay? I can’t help it!” Took a pic as blackmail.
EIJIROU had been listening to the same album all day long and tears had been shed. Bakugou had yelled at him during lunch break for tearing up at one of the songs. Now, Eijirou has never experienced heartbreak and he never wants to. You are his everything and if that day came when things between you had to end he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hell, he doesn’t even want to remotely think about such a predicament. Now he is standing in your shared home’s entrance hall, keys still in hand as he can clearly hear you sob-singing along to the song that had made him cry this morning. At that moment, Eijirou was certain you two were soulmates. He always had a feeling but now he is certain. Taking off his shoes hastily and throwing his jacket on the hanger he sprinted into the living room just as the best part of the song started playing. “Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?” Both of you sang at the top of your lungs tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel into each other’s arms, the breakup song continuing its course. Olivia Rodrigo 1 Perfectly happy couple 0.
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ Shoto notices you’re cold during movie night, and so he gives you his sweatshirt ~
✧･ﾟ: * Character/Pairing ~ Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ little bit of idiots to lovers, confession (and some sweater-thievery) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Request, drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I always love the idea of Shoto as your own personal AC/Heating unit, and getting their sweater just makes my heart melt, so this one was really fun! I kinda ran with it a little, hope you like it! ~
It’s the monthly movie in the park, your old classmates get together and bring movies, and the group votes on what will you watch. Tonight, Kaminari is in charge of the votes, so when the previous movie wraps up he stands in front of the group, “It’s time -drumroll please- for movie number three! Our current selections are suggested by our dear friends here, Izuku Midoriya and Fumikage Tokoyami! Number one is… it’s a three-hour documentary on All Might’s bronze age. And number two is a horror movie! So, what do we think?” The vote was nearly unanimous, and with only two votes for the All Might documentary, the horror movie won, and Kaminari started the film. You’ve been out here since early afternoon, and while the shirt you’re wearing was enough before sundown, the cold is starting to get to you.
You were sitting next to your best friend, Shoto Todoroki, on the edge of the rest of the group. But when you noticed his eyes on you, he didn’t bother to look away, so you gave him a quizzical look. “You’re shivering,” he said bluntly. You blush at the gaze, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda chilly out, but it’s no big deal! I’m just going to run and get my jacket from the car.” He looks at you for a moment, as if deep in thought, “I don’t get as cold, use this” he hands his plain blue sweatshirt to you, wearing a white t-shirt underneath. “Did I do it right? The boyfriend sweater thing?”
Boyfriend?! It’s not that you minded the idea of dating him, but since you had been friends so long without saying anything you didn’t think he was interested, “Shoto we’re not dating?” Your words are met with a blank stare, "We aren’t? I had thought that’s what all the study sessions and meals were? That’s what Kaminari said at least.” You feel your face getting even hotter and you turn away, “Well yeah they could have been dates, I just, we never said anything so I didn’t think we were together?” His eyebrows furrow, “Do you not want us to be dating? I assumed that the feelings were mutual I guess.”
You stop for a moment. One of the top students in UA, the son of the number 1 hero, your best friend, just admitted he has a crush on you. Not only that, but that he thought you two had been dating for who knows how long. “You like me?” you ask, “And you thought we were dating?” He shifts a little uncomfortably, glancing toward the others, before answering in a quieter tone “Yes, I do, and I did think we were. I would like to continue, or to start dating if you would?” You smirk as you pull on the hoodie, and lean into his warm side. “I would like that too.”
He puts his arm around you and uses his quirk just enough to keep you both warm. As you finally got comfortable, you started to lightly tease Todoroki for never having actually asked you out, before you were interrupted by Sero. “Alright lovebirds, glad you got that figured out. But can you please quiet down, we’re trying to watch this” Ah. Yes. The movie.
You knew what you were going to do was wrong. You knew this could ruin your relationship with Shoto forever. This could end in two ways: he broke your heart or you broke the trust he has in you.
You shouldn’t give Shoto Veritaserum without his consent. You never thought you were going to get to this point. You were desperate and you need to know the truth. You need to know if he loves you or he is only with you because his father wants that. You couldn’t marry Shoto without knowing it first.
“Do you love me?” you asked after seeing how he finished drinking the glass of wine that you had served him.
A part of you already knew the answer. Shoto’s eyes never transmitted love to you, his kisses were scarce and when he gave them they seemed to be more out of obligation than out of love, and if his kisses were scarce not to mention his “masters” who felt empty. In the first months of your relationship, you thought that over time I would be more open with his feelings. But the years passed and everything remained the same, you didn’t believe that he really loved you. For a moment you had hope when he proposed to you but he didn’t even seem interested in the wedding. Every time you asked him something like What flowers do you prefer? o What flavor should the cake be? He told you that you would choose what you like the most. Hell, even Enji seemed more interested in always asking when the wedding would be.
“No” the answer came so naturally from their lips that they were both surprised.
No further questions were required. You had what you wanted to know. Without saying a word you got up from the table, ignoring Shoto’s calls, and left. There was no point staying to listen to him, what explanation was he going to give you? He had lied to you for years. No matter what Shoto said, the damage was done.
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“Seij-senpai, it’s him” you whispered, shaking the boy from one side to the other without being able to contain your excitement when you saw that Shoto Todoroki got off the bus that was bringing the UA students.
Since you were eight years old you knew that Shoto Todoroki is your soulmate. His name popped up on your wrist while you were in school and all the girls in your class started screaming because you were the first person in the whole room to have his soulmate mark.
For years you didn’t have a face for Shoto until Inasa described him what he was like after you pressed him a thousand times, but you finally had a fixed face when he watched the UA sports festival on television. You didn’t leave the screen for a minute because you don’t want to miss anything about it. You screamed many words of encouragement at the television even though you knew it couldn’t hear you. From there your excitement to meet your soulmate increased more and you spent it thinking thousands of scenarios where they were for the first time.
“Idiot, you have to concentrate on the exam” Shishikura scolded, releasing annoyance from your grip.
“But senpai, what if this is the only time I see him? What if I don’t have another chance? “ you said whimpering.
You knew that Shoto Todoroki knew of your existence because he must have your name on his wrist, just like you have his, but unlike he had never seen you, and you had that stupid fear, according to Seiji, of taking too many years to meet Shoto and that he decided to ignore their soulmate bond and fall in love with someone else.
"I told you to focus on your exam” he replied pulling your hair causing you to moan “Once you pass you can talk to him or whatever”
Of course, you ignored Seiji and instead of going with Inasa, as they had planned before, you decided to go after Todoroki. Apparently, you did well because your soulmate seemed to need help.
“Didn’t I tell you, Todoroki? Even if you are from UA, acting only says that you trust yourself too much ”said who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Hey!” They all said when they saw how one of the nuts that the leader had thrown was going in the direction of the group. Some fell out of the tank where they were when they tried to avoid the nut.
You took advantage of the group’s distraction and hid behind the ice that Todoroki just created.
“Okay soulmate, I have come to help you,” you said with a smile causing Shoto’s stoic face to change into a surprised expression. You laughed when you saw how cute he looked.
“Y / n Y / ln?” He said and you nodded.
“He deceived us, he is not alone!” said one of the group.
“It doesn’t matter, go on with the plan” ordered the leader and began to throw more nuts and bolts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this” you said when you saw how Todoroki’s defense was broken. You raised your hands and sent some of the metals in the opposite direction.
Shoto wastes no time and attacks with his fire those you set free. But before he could reach them, two of the group members began to dump dirt and water. Again Todoroki had to create another ice defense although it did not do much because it was instantly broken.
“Sorry, I can’t handle that much,” you said frustrated.
“Be careful” said your soul mate and he took you by the arm drawing you to him, you blushed when you saw how close they were, to avoid that one of the tanks hurt you. “I will create a distraction. Don’t follow me, focus on passing ”
Shoto felt guilty watching your face drop. He thought maybe he didn’t express himself well. He didn’t mind you helping him but he didn’t want you to end up disapproving of him because of him. Once they finished the exam he would speak well to you.
You saw how Shoto fired fire at him again. Instantly the others contracted with land and water. Shoto didn’t stop until a large amount of smoke formed. It was hard for you to see but you still struggled to find at least one of the members of the group. Thanks to the color uniform you were able to distinguish one so you took your chance. From your belt, you took some handcuffs and with your quirk, you managed to put them on the feet and hands of your enemy. Apparently, the others did not realize because they were after Todoroki. Without wasting any more time you ran towards your prisoner and placed the balls in him. You sighed, relieved to hear that they had just said that there was another one approved. It wasn’t long before they said the same thing again. You turned around to see that Todoroki had taken care of the rest of the group.
“We should go,” you said without knowing what else to say.
“If you are right”
Then the two of them began to walk in silence. Todoroki noticed how several times you were about to speak to him but then you closed your mouth again. You were unsure, so he decided to start the conversation.
“Thanks for your help”
Your eyes lit up again and Todoroki liked seeing you more so he said and insecure.
“I couldn’t let them widow me before my time” you joked without thinking, but then you realized what you said and panicked “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust your combat skills in fact you already showed at the festival that you are excellent and today again I am impressive, you are amazing. Oh my god, I should stop talking "you blushed.
"You are amazing too,” he said without any shame.
“Todoroki, you’re going to kill me,” you said hiding your face in your hands.
“Why do you say that?” he asked worriedly and pulled your hands away so he could see your face in search of a blow “Does something hurt? Do you need a doctor? Do you need a ride?”
You didn’t even have time to respond when he was already carrying you and running with you in his arms.
“Shoto, I’m fine! It’s just a saying, I wasn’t serious!” you screamed in disbelief that this was all happening the first time they met.
“Oh sorry” he stopped and carefully lowered you.
“Sorry for worrying you” you ran a nervous hand through your hair.
“Okay” he agreed and they walked calmly again “You should give me your number when we finish the exam”
You bit your lip to contain your cry of excitement. Shoto Todoroki would be your death, how could he speak so naturally and without nerves. You were also excited to know that he liked you enough to want to keep in touch with you.
“Sure” you smiled at him.
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WORDCOUNT: 5k CONTENT:NSFW,female anatomy but gender-neutral pronouns, friends to lovers, wet dream, aged-up, sub reader, strong language, soft dom shou, cream pie, ass smacking (?), easily flustered reader, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex.
A wet dream about your roommate? Sounds like a disaster ready to unfold itself. There’s no way you can look your roommate straight in the eyes after having him rearrange your damn guts. Well, in your imagination, at least. Or was it in reality?
His hips slammed down against yours, eliciting a whine to leave your parted lips. You panted for air, dragging your nails across your roommate’s exposed back, sure to leave marks the next day.
“Can’t handle it?” He breathed into your ear, his hushed tone causing shivers to roll down the back of your neck.
Was he joking? How could someone handle this? The way his dick stroked your velvety walls in and out, brushing against all the right spots that had you gushing onto him. And at a pace that he was currently going? Pumping in and out steadily, his stamina not wavering. You sure as hell could not handle it, your head dizzy with pleasure and eyes glossed in tears.
Rosy lips landed on your cheek, delicately wiping the tears that had poured out of your eyes. Euphoric could not even cover the way you felt right now.
“S-shit. You feel so good, baby.” His voice came out slurred, a light whimper drenching his tone; it had your stomach tingling.
Just as you were about to come undone on him, an ear aching beep rang through your ears. Squeezing your eyes shut, you suddenly felt a bright light knock against your eyelids.
Body slightly sore and your throat somewhat dry, you were greeted by the morning sun. For a second, you felt lost. You darted your head side to side in a panic, confusion settling in. What was that? You felt a frustrating tingling sensation between your legs, slightly damp from the aftermath that was your… dream?
There was no way you just dreamt that. But there was no way that could have been real either. Groaning, you rubbed your eyes.
“Why him of all people? This is so fucking awkward!” You whisper yelled, slapping your head a couple of times. Almost as if you were trying to beat the memory out of your brain.
You felt yourself getting hot, ashamed of how you could have pictured your innocent roommate doing something like that to you. Considering he did not even show much attraction to you, to begin with. Though, you could not deny the curiosity that bubbled at the back of your head. What would he be like in bed? He was very monotone, but he has shown his more caring and laid-back side. He might even be better than your dream. But then again, he could just as equally be awful in the bedroom. Overall, it was a 50/50 guess. Damn, you really were a pervert, already entertaining lewd thoughts of him.
“Y/N, STOP THINKING THAT.” You cursed yourself and your dense brain.
A simple dream had planted a seed deep within your mind, an attraction to your roommate blooming. In fact, you probably had liked him all along; this fantasy of yours was just an eye-opener.
Once more, you were drawn back into reality and out of your thoughts. The stinging sensation within your throat becoming overwhelming. Curse you and your habit of sleeping with your mouth open. Every morning your mouth is dry, sort of like you had been chewing on a cotton ball or something. Your mouth craved for even a droplet of water, but the taunting fear that Todoroki might be in the kitchen had you beyond nervous. If you bumped into him, you would be an awkward, stuttering mess.
Poor Todoroki honestly has no possible way of knowing your dream; he is not a mind reader. There was no reason for you to be so dramatic. You remind yourself of this fact, toughening up and marching out of your room while you still had the willpower.
Just as quickly as you had left your room, you wanted to crawl back in, the worst-case scenario presenting itself in front of you. There, your roommate stood by the coffee machine, his plaid pyjama bottoms hanging low on his hip and hair messily draping his eyes. The sight had your heart hammering in your chest, memories of your dream flooding back in. God, why did he have to be in the kitchen?
“Oh, y/n. Good morning.” He greeted you with a weak smile, his voice raspy, perhaps still half-asleep.
“M-morning.” As expected, your voice came out low, tongue tripping up on itself. You were not normally like this. Usually, you would be the first to spark up a conversation with him.
With your head down, you walked over to the kitchen aisle and took a seat. Todoroki stood just opposite you, facing the coffee he was currently brewing. Despite the seeming lack of attention he had on you as you entered, your unnatural tone did not go unnoticed by him.
“You sound tired. Sorry, it must be because I came home late last night. Was I too noisy?” He glanced at you for a second, tilting his head over his shoulder. The short-lived eye contact made you tense up, your eyes shyly fluttering away from him.
“Um, it’s fine. I didn’t hear you or anything.” You intertwined your fingers, fidgeting with your nails. It seems like you had forgotten the aim of coming to the kitchen in the first place. Mind fogged after having seen your shirtless roommate that you embarrassingly had a wet dream about. No matter how hard you tried, you could not suppress the image of him on top of you.
Heat submerged your already flustered body as you replayed the images in your head. This was not good. How could you be thinking about him like that when he was right in front of you? The embarrassment was immense, which only made you choke up on the nervous gulp you were making. It served as a reminder for how dry your mouth still was, your cough scratching at the back of your throat.
Just as you were about to get up to finally pour yourself a glass of water, Todoroki was already reaching out to you with a glass. His slender fingers wrapped around the cup as he leaned over to you.
“Here you go, y/n. Are you sure you got enough sleep?” Your name sounded so pretty coming from his mouth and it had you feeling more bothered than before. Today was truly a curse.
You accepted his glass of water, fingertips slightly brushing past each other’s in the process. It had you holding your breath as you flustered. Luckily, Todoroki did not seem to notice as he swiftly diverted his attention back to his coffee.
“You’re more quiet than usual today. I’m sure I must have woken you up a bit last night.” His interrogation continued and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself six feet underground.
“I’m sure… Don’t worry about it.” If only he knew why you were actually so quiet today. He definitely had been keeping you up at night, just not the way he was thinking.
“Sorry, I definitely woke you up. When I was passing your room last night, I could hear you grunting. Its okay, you can tell me when I am being too loud. Transparency between roommates is important.”
The sip of water you were just taking was soon blown out of your mouth, startled by his statement. There was no way this was currently happening. You chocked on the water, trying to recover from the announcement he just made. If he could not tell you were embarrassed before, he definitely could tell now.
“A-ah, that wasn’t because you were, u-um, loud or anything!” You shot your hands up in defence, squirming as you rushed to clean the water that was now soaking the table. Could he not be any more ignorant? You should at least be somewhat grateful that he is this dense. If it had been anyone else passing your bedroom, they would instantly realise what that “grunting” was.
“Y/n, are you okay? Let me help you.” He stood behind you, chest lightly pressing against your back as he reached to the puddle of water with a hand towel.
It was a surprising move, pausing you in your tracks as your heart began racing. Everything that could have gone wrong today was playing itself out.
“N-no, its fine! It’s my mess, I can clean it.”
“If it were not for my confrontation, you would not have spilt it. Its equally my mess as it is yours. My apologies.” With his head peering over your shoulder, watching the water, you could feel his breath gently fan your neck; goosebumps pricked along your skin. Is he doing this on purpose or is he genuinely just this thick in the head?
Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself for the remainder of the cleaning process. Luckily, he ended up moving away from you. But you could not deny the fact that you missed his presence behind you.
“Sorry about that once more.” Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck; a faint rose colour tainting his cheeks in what could only be embarrassment. He really just caused you to spill your drink. That is definitely the rudest thing he has ever done. Well, that is the way he saw it.
“Its honestly fine.”
“So, if I didn’t cause the grunting, what was it?” For fucks sake. He really was not letting go of this topic and it made your skin crawl in humiliation. Little did he know he was the cause of the grunting, just not directly.
“O-oh… It was just a silly dream.” You blurted out, avoiding his eyes.
“A dream?” He stared at you for a moment confused, his eyes wandering down your body and then back up to your eyes again. Did you mean a nightmare or maybe- oh! It suddenly clicked in his mind what you were on about and he could not have looked redder in his life. His hand darting to his mouth, coughing awkwardly.
“I’m so sorry… I should not have pressed the matter!” He shuffled his way back to his coffee, embarrassed that he so bluntly questioned your “grunting”. Despite the humiliation that boiled his body, he could not help the dissatisfaction that came with not knowing who exactly was in this dream with you. Truthfully, he had been crushing on you for a while now and picturing another person making you feel good had him frowning with envy. Now that he was really thinking about it, how could he have misinterpreted your moans? Though they were subtle, sounding more like whimpers, they definitely did not sound like grunts of frustration. Replaying the audio in his mind, your muffled voice behind your bedroom door at night, he felt himself getting hard. A mixture of lust and jealousy tearing through him. And before he could stop himself, his intrigue spilt from his mouth.
“So, who were you dreaming about?” He playfully smirked at you, having regained his composure as he drank his coffee. Your eyes widened in horror. It was a question you had not expected, feeling ashamed. You cannot just tell him its him. Having noticed your response, he was quick to play of his question. He let out a soft giggle before speaking up.
“I’m joking, I’m joking!” His laughter had you grinning slightly, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Somehow, the usual nature of your relationship was returning despite the conversation taking an unsuspecting turn. The tension that had you paralysed earlier lifting from you. “But if I can guess who it is… Will you tell me?”
You started getting nervous again, a light adrenaline rush springing through you as you eyed him. There was little to no chance he would guess himself. Right?
“Fine, Ill tell you. You’d never guess right anyways.” You teased him back, displaying a smirk of your own. You watched as he put his hand on his chin, pretending to think really hard about his guess.
Deep in thought, he considered guessing himself. Even if it were not him, it would be a bit of harmless flirting. He is almost certain one of his friends has told him to flirt with you more, telling him he is too “friendzone-y” and that is why you do not like him back yet.
You watched the way his heterochromatic eyes pointed back at you, his gaze slightly intense and unreadable. Slowly, he took a few steps towards you.
“Is it me?” His hand left his chin, falling down to his chest making a point towards himself.
Instantly, your face fell, eyes wide and mouth parted. You could feel the panic shock through you as you stood speechless. Todoroki was definitely not expecting this reaction from you, he was ready to laugh his own statement off actually. Yet, when he saw your response, it instantly confirmed it.
“Wait, it IS me? I was simply joking around.” He was attentive to your bodily language, following the way your eyes shifted off to the side. Knowing now that those pretty little whimpers were caused by your filthy fantasies surrounding him had his pride skyrocketing.
“U-um. Yeah…” You muttered under your breath, exhaling a deep sigh. You sucked, you could not keep this to yourself for at least an hour.. Props to you for being the worst at keeping secrets.
The confirmation that slipped out your mouth set a flame at the pit of Todoroki’s stomach, his heartbeat slightly increasing in pace, the boner in his pants strained in the confinement of his bottoms.
“Should I take that as a compliment?” He grinned at you, but your response was simply an eye roll. “So, what happened in this dream of yours? I was in it; I feel like I have the right to know.” The proximity between you was once more reduced, with Todoroki’s frame coming closer to you. Leaning against the counter, he placed his cup to his side and eyed you. He did not hesitate to let his gaze wonder, which made your stomach flutter. The fact this was really happening right now felt unreal.
“I’m not saying.” You smiled at him, laughing off his request.
“Does that mean you want to show me instead?” He challenged you, the ends of his lips curling up into a smirk. And just like that, the adrenaline kicked right back in. Your heart hammered and you felt warmth travel down to your core. “I’ve honestly liked you for a while now, so I would not mind a re-enactment.”
As he spoke, he leaned into you, the hungry look in his eyes more than evident. The way he held eye contact with you made you shudder. More than that, however, your heart raced. A confession so blunt would fluster anyone.
“Stop joking around right now.” You nervously chuckled, looking off to your side.
Yet, when your eyes came back to meet his, his lips had already landed on yours. They felt silky, melting gently against you. A hand at the side of your jaw accompanied his embrace, pulling you towards himself. Initial shock subsided as you returned his invitation, letting your own eyes fall shut. As he felt your hands travel up his torso, he took it as the “ok” to go. Carefully, he moved his lips against yours, capturing each lip in between his5h. You savoured the feeling of them against you. His lips were slightly damp with a sweetness to them, his taste unravelling into you as his tongue slipped in.
And the way his free hand gradually snaked around the back of your thigh had you squirming. His cold fingers gently raking up before they planted themselves on your ass, giving you a generous squeeze. It could not be helped that whimpers would escape your mouth, his greedy tongue swallowing every gasp that came. It felt surreal. Especially with how his light touches already had your senses overwhelmed. His hands made your legs quiver, stomach flip and skin burn. So, when his tongue explored every inch of you, curving to lick the roof of your mouth, you could not help yourself. Hands wrapping around this neck, pulling him closer. You had not noticed before, but with your chest flush against him, you could feel his heart racing. Excitement flooded his system, loving the way your hands tugged and grabbed at him. Your soft moans sounding so much like the ones from last night.
“Sounds like you’re ready to demonstrate for me now?” He pulled away, his chest rising and falling as he tried catching his breath. A playful glint could be seen in his eyes as he looked at you. “Come on. Show me what we did in your dream.”
His hands wondered to your waist, his hands gliding up and down your sides. It delivered waves of nervousness as you scrambled for words.
“You already know… I don’t want to have to say it.” You spoke innocently, your voice quiet. You hoped your answer was enough to quench Todoroki’s curiosity, but he spoke up again.
“You know, if you don’t tell me, we can’t make that dream of yours become a reality.” He whispered into your ear, his breath smoothly trickling down your neck. It tickled yet felt pleasurable all the while.
While you stood there embarrassed, building up the courage to say what it is that you wanted, you could feel his hands pull your hips against yours. His own arousal showing itself as his bulge pressed up against you. It had you getting wet already. The friction from him rubbing encouraging the whimpers that were being held back to flee you. And as your gentle moans drowned his hearing, his lips came to meet your neck. Rolling his wet tongue out, suckling on your soft skin. With careful bites, he explored the sensitive spots of your flesh; he listened to how your voice quivered as he lightly tread parts of your neck with his tongue.
You began growing frustrated, wanting him more and more. His teases were not satisfying the sticky mess that was building up between your thighs.
“Y-you, you fucked me… in my dream.” Your body scorched in shame as you finally answered to his request. With that, his devour came to a pause. An unreadable expression meeting you as his gaze returned to your face.
“Y/n, I never knew you were such a dirty little thing.” He tilted his head to the side, a hand coming to palm your cheek. “Well, it would be impolite of me to not make your dream come true, right?” His fingers laced themselves with your hair, stroking the strands as he gave you a devilish smile.
You knew he was teasing you, cooing at you and your sexual fantasies as if he did not want you just as bad you wanted him. But giving into his own temptations, displaying desperation, was something he did not want to do. Watching you tremble at his words was enough for him, for now. After waiting so long to finally receive a sign of reciprocation of his feelings, he sure as hell was going to milk this situation. Flustering you with simple words was something Todoroki did not expect to be so turned on by.
“Y-yes.” You gave him a nob with a shaky voice. He could not wait to have you pinned down below him. Best believe he was going all out with you this morning.
Carefully, you watched the way he licked his lips, sighing out his nose. Those eyes of his already consuming every inch of your body as he stared down at your frame.
“Which room, darling?” A simple question led you into his room. Your eyes examined the space, plain and dark. It was exactly what you expected, yet you still felt nervous.
Soon you were tugged from your thoughts, Todoroki’s arms circling around your waist drawing you close to him. His fragrance engulfed you, a mixture of fresh linen and cologne. He kissed down your neck and to your shoulders, his plump lips leaving goosebumps behind.
The teasing was too much, all this contact and toying he was doing with you made your head spin. “Please just fuck me already.” You breathed out heavily, your hands gripping the sides of his thighs as you arched into him.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Ask and you shall receive, y/n.” He hummed into your ear, pulling at your earlobe before he spun you back around.
As eagerly as he spun you around, his lips reconnected with yours. Pushing into you ever so slightly as he sucked you in. His kisses were hungrier than before, mouth moving faster, teeth skin in deeper with a every capture of your lips. He backed you up into his bed, letting the two of you sink into his comforter.
The soft cotton submerged you, Todoroki’s weight gently pressed against you. He did not hesitate to let his hands run down your stomach, then to your abdomen before they crawled into your underwear. Shivers crept across your skin, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. His fingers were cold as they stoked up your lips, your juices soaking him.
“F-fuck, your so wet for me.” He smirked at you as he pulled away from the kiss.
You could not take such embarrassing things being said from him, covering your face with your arm. “Hey! Don’t cover your pretty face like that.” His free hand gripped your wrist, pinning it above your head.
With your face exposed to him, he resumed his movement. He loved watching the way you parted your lips and squeezed your eyes shut as he ran his fingers across you. Your whiny whimpers made his heart race and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you already.
Smoothly, he slipped in two of his slender fingers in and instantly a moan exploded out of your mouth. You wrapped so snuggly around him, your plush walls contracting around him as he began pumping. The pace was initially slow, fingers curling to hit your g-spot. Heat spread across your chest and your back trickled with shivers as you relished in the way he worked your body. Moans and whimpers cascading from your lips.
He loved you like this, never before seeing such a lewd side of you. And so, he picked up his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. Your body squirmed and your once quiet moans grew louder.
“Shhh, you don’t want the neighbours hearing you.” He warned you with a smile. Something about the way he kept up his innocent act had you more aroused. He spoke so smoothly, as though he did not even realise what he was doing to you right now. Your moans accompanied by the slushing of your juices rang through the room and Todoroki looked so nonchalant about it.
Legs bucking and back arching, you felt your stomach cave in as the pressure began building up in your abdomen. “I-I, please, don’t stop.” You whined out, your fingers gripping at the air. Just like you asked, he did not stop, he did not even say anything as he focused on you.
A wave of pleasure washed over your body, the pressure lifting as you came around your roommates’ fingers. Overwhelmed with his touch, you gasped and shook; he let you ride out your high. Your hips riding against him just the way you liked. And as your moans quietened out, he pulled his fingers out, your pussy trembling at the isolation.
“I think you’re ready for more.” He smirked down at your recovering body as you heaved for air.
His fingers rubbed your trembling thighs, hooking his fingers with your underwear to slip it down slowly. Your slick stringed down with the fabric. “Oh, what’s this.” He grinned at you as he pushed your thighs apart, eyeing the wetness that dripped down your fluttering hole. “Your so wet, just for me. I can’t imagine how sexually frustrating that dream must have been for you.” He mocked you, tilting down to speak into your ear.
All you could do was whinge in response, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With Todoroki so close to you, you were unable to see what he was doing. But the shuffling of his hips with the sound of rubbing fabric, you could figure it out. As he pulled away, planting one final sloppy kiss on your swollen lips, he revealed himself to you.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping himself lightly. He was bigger than you anticipated, your pussy tingling as you craved to feel him deep inside you.
“Don’t give me that look.” He faintly laughed, enjoying the way your eyes gawked at him. “Someone can’t stop themselves from staring. Come on, don’t be shy. I know you want to touch it.”
Swiftly, you sat up with your face at eyelevel with his throbbing dick. The tip just millimetres away from you. Your delicate fingers replaced his, your own hand stocking him up and down leisurely. You followed the vein that turned around his cock with your fingertips which caused Todoroki to groan. His cock twitched at your touch, a hot sensation caving in his stomach.
You started at the base, flattening your tongue out against him. And as you reached his tip, you swirled it around your tongue and gave it a wet kiss. Repeating this action once more, you heard a groan slip from his tongue, observing your every move attentively. You wanted to hear his voice more, you wanted him to cry out for you just the way you did for him. Thus, you took him into your mouth, lips snuggly wrapped around him while your tongue poked past your bottom lip. You were quick with your movements, slurping all around him as you bobbed your head. With every hollow of your cheeks, Todoroki groaned more and more, his hand coming to nestle in your hair.
“S-shit, just like that y/n, just like that.”
Your balmy tongue tickled his base and your inner cheek rubbed him just the right way. He could not restrain himself from driving your head more and more into him. As you sucked him, he began guiding you, your speed increasing and his cock creeping further down your throat. Over and over again, the head of his dick banged against the back of your throat, and you were unable to stop yourself from gagging.
“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this.” He chuckled at you, his other hand coming down to stoke the side of your face.
Your eyes stayed watching him as you sucked him off, tears bubbling at the edges of your eyes as your gags became more and more intense. But he loved the way your throat clammed around him, and the way saliva poured down your chin, soaking him from his base to his tip. In fact, he loved it so much he could not help the whines that left him as well, your name falling out his mouth like a prayer. And he was so close, so close to releasing right there and then. But he stopped himself, jutting his hips back, freeing his dick from your mouth.
You gulped for air, seeing how his now swollen dick twitched. “Fuck, your way better at this then I thought.” He praised you, reconnecting your two lips. Your lips were drenched, and he could taste how hard you worked on his cock. You pushed him back slightly, opening your mouth to speak. “Todoroki, please just fuck me already.”
There was no holding back now. His hard cock ached to be swallowed by your velvety walls. Without a second thought, he had you pinned down, arms above your head as he stood at your entrance. How could he take his time now? He had no willpower left to tease you, craving every inch of you.
The way his hips suddenly slammed against yours, unprepared for the stretch that came with his dick, caused a loud moan to rip through your throat. He filled you up so well, feeling his tip deep within your stomach. He did not even hold back on the pace, fast and hard.
You whined against him, toes curling at how good he felt inside you. An electric sensation flooded your senses. His movements were quick, his dick gripped by your tight walls as he drove himself in and out. Hips bucking at yours, he rested your leg atop his shoulder. The curve of his dick hitting greater in you with each thrust he made.
His grunts and moans surrounded you, his mouth greedily exploring every inch of your skin. From licking your neck, to running his hand up your shirt, kneading your boobs. You curved and arched at the touches he made, his name coming out of your mouth with ever moan. His dick pulsing inside you and his hands all over your body made it hard to contain your pleasure. Your sloppy wetness gushing out around him, trickling down onto the covers.
And when he flipped you over, pushing your head down into the covers, hands behind your back as he began pounding you, your voice only grew louder. His dick pressed into your cervix with every pump had your eyes rolling, room echoing with gasps and whines. “Fu-uck, please, don’t stop.”
You whined, thrusting yourself back onto him. His eyes were glued to the way your ass jiggled, rippling every time it came to smack back against his abdomen. He could not resist his wondering hand that came down to smack it. Cries flew out your mouth, the sting burning through your flesh in the best way imaginable.
“Again, please.” You managed to mutter out through your gasps.
And just like you asked, his hand came smacking back down. He rubbed the area ever so slightly, his fingers massaging your smooth skin. The way you squeezed so tight around him after his hand contacted your sensitive skin made his breath unsteady.
His thrusts only quickened in pace, grinding down into you as his voice got more and more shaky. Edging on his own orgasm as he felt your walls quiver. Again, and again, he tugged you back against himself, somehow reaching deeper within you. Your walls leaking all around him as you melted into the sheets.
You felt as though you were coming undone, legs bucking and vision getting hazy. Flooded by how good you currently felt. That same overwhelming weight building in your abdomen.
“I’m c-close.” Your words just barely came out your mouth as moans got lodged in your throat.
Todoroki’s grunts and wavering stamina suggested he was close as well. Your stomach bubbled with warmth, legs buzzing and your eyes rolling. One more thrust from your roommate, and it all came undone. You completely melted at his mercy, calling out his name as he continued to thrust into you. You could hardly handle it until you felt him fill you up.
With his own high calming down, he released ropes into you, his white cum dressing your walls. His tempo slowed, and his voice became more hushed. And then it had all come to a pause as he pulled out and you fell flat on the sheets. His warm semen drizzled out of you, your hole still twitching at air as you caught your breath.
“Was it like your dream?” Todoroki spoke out, flopping down beside you as he panted for oxygen.
“No… it was even better.”
You gave him a delicate smile, still euphoric after what just happened.
“Well, could I call you mine then?” He leaned in for a kiss, pecking your lips. You barely had any energy left, giving him a nod with all the strength you could. “Y-yes.”
With that your morning ended, and your dream had turned to reality. You fluttered your eyelids shut to get some rest you definitely deserved while Todoroki, your now boyfriend, ran around the apartment trying to clean up the mess you two just made.
tags:; shoto x reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of food
wc: 371
“Lovie can you hand me that.” You asked Shoto waving for the seasoning next to him.
Shoto didn’t move processing your words. He was internally getting giddy at the pet name. Warmth spreading through his chest at your words
Realizing that your hand was still empty you looked across the kitchen. He was completely spaced out.
“Sho. Earth to Sho.” You sang waving your hand to get his attention.
“Yes?” He blinked, the tops of his ears pink.
“Can you hand me that…” You repeated slowly. Being with Shoto for as long as you have patience was necessary with him.
He cleared his throat grabbing the bottle handing it to you.
“You okay?” You looked at him. He was all flushed. You learned very quickly that your boyfriend got flustered very easily when you were around. It was adorable that just your presence could make him so on edge. Especially when he was basically a monotone statue with everyone else.
“Yes.” He cleared his throat in reply trying to shield his face from your eyes dipping his face so all you could see was his split colored hair.
“Are you sure? You’re all red.” His ears were flushed red and his neck was matching in color
“Uh yes I just like when you call me that.” Shoto admitted with a shy smile.
“What? Lovie.”
“Yes.” He confirmed loving the feeling spreading throughout his chest. He loved the effect you had on him.
Shoto got up out his chair leaning over your shoulder to see what you were cooking.
“I know it’s not soba but we need to change it up so we don’t end up malnourished.” You explained leaning into him.
Shoto laid his head on your shoulder inhaling your scent.
“Thank you for cooking.” He cherished moments like this with you. He had such a rough childhood and never thought he could ever get as comfortable with someone as you. Not even able to reminiscing on what a mother’s love was. Domestic moments like this were so out of reach before and now Shoto couldn’t imagine anything different.
“No problem lovie.” You repeated smiling to yourself.
He smiled into your shoulder kissing your cheek wrapping his hands around your waist.
