a/n: finally managed to finished these!! the scenarios are a little longer this time so you’re all in for a good time. thanks so much for your patienece, i hope you enjoy the smut!
warning(s): 18+, dry humping, teasing, somnophilia (consensual), slight degradation, mentions of drug use, manga and anime spoilers (anime: season 5, manga: chapter 294)
Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
This boy will be flustered as fuck when you first start grinding against him
He goes into full-on “Deku.exe stopped working mode”
Yes, even if you have been dating for a while
The idea that someone as beautiful as you gets riled up by the thought of having him close is a concept that he certainly has to get used to at first
He’d be reluctant for sure, blushing and whimpering as he watches you, not knowing what to do with his hands
Scenario: Touch Deprivation
A long sigh left your mouth as you once again checked your phone for what must have been for the 100th time this evening. Midoriya still hasn’t returned from patrol. Since he started working as a professional pro hero it feels like your sex life has suffered more than anything in your relationship. You missed his touch, the way he made love to you in the evening. It was a good way to get him less distressed from the day too. Maybe you’ll get to wrap him around your finger this time.
When you hear the familiar click of the door, you wasted no time rushing to your feet. “Welcome home Izuku~” you swooped in to hug him, feeling him smile against your lips as you pulled him into a warm welcome kiss.
“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, y/n. It’s already late, you could have gone to bed without me.” Midoriya wraps his arms around you, giving into the embrace and warmth coming from you. He almost feels bad for keeping you up so long, another night where you waited for him to come home.
You’re ignoring him bluntly, instead of focusing on getting your hands underneath his shirt. “It’s okay, I don’t mind, besides, you’re home now.”
Midoriya’s face flushes a deep red, trying without success to wrap his mind around what you’re doing. When his mind finally catches up, his cheeks heat up even more. “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” You smirk, your hands sneaking up further to touch his abs, shuffling closer so you’re flush against him. Your hot breath ghosts across his neck and you can’t stop yourself from biting down on the sweet skin there “I’ve missed you a lot you know?”
“I-I missed you too.” He gives into your touch, shivering before moving his own hands to settle on your hips. “Sorry that I took another long shift today.”
“Don’t worry Izuku, I’m not mad at you” You can feel him sigh underneath you. You know he still loves you, he’s just very invested in hero work and you can’t blame him, it’s been his lifelong dream. “But I know how you can make it up to me.” The hand that’s furthest up his shirt, wraps around his nipple and pinches it, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You start grinding up against him, hips pressing against his crotch desperately.
“Ahh, y/n I-I should shower before we-” He’s cut off by another grind of your hips and another kiss to his neck. Your head is starting to spin more, trying to get more friction which proved difficult while still in your clothes. Your body is moving on its own, driven by all the pleasure that has pent up over the weeks. Your movements seem to affect your boyfriend in the same way, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch, searching for more. He’s grown sensitive over the weeks, it would be a mistake to say he hasn’t thought about you in the same way. He was just always too shy to go through with it.
“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Deku’s eyes widen, finally getting what you’re hinting at “O-okay” He tightens his grip on your hips, subtly moving his hands under your ass and hoists you up in the air. He’ll make it up to you for sure.
Shouto Todoroki
At first, he’ll be confused when you initiate it
The little humps against any part of his body were definitely something new to him
He’s more used to having you voice your desires first so he knows what to do, but just movements to start with were something he had to adjust to
But normally when he hears you start whimpering and looking up into his eyes with that look he knows all too well what you need, although it takes a bit of coaxing to get him there
He does get turned on after some time, but you need to ease him into all this at first
Scenario: Lust Quirk
Shouto stumbled into the apartment with the last resort he had left. He thought part of his body could resist the heat that was surging through his system but even that amount of heat was too unnatural for him. His body made it hard to carry him any farther than his bed with the amount of heat rushing through his system, making every step he took shakily and his vision blurry. He should have been more careful, just as Aizawa-sensei told him, but now here he was, your colleague dragging his heated and flushed body into your apartment while he huffed and whined.
During your paired mission, Shouto protected you from an incoming attack and was hit with the quirk in the process. Good for your team cause it brought extra points for his heroic sacrifice, but not so good for himself as he was left with the after-effects of what was a lust quirk. Hence his current desperation and clinging to you when he finally ran into you, the pulling on your clothes, the heavy breathing, and a wet spot against the front of the pants of his hero costume.
“Please, I need-” You had helped him get to the apartment safely, thinking the effects wouldn’t be as bad but seeing him this desperate now changed the whole situation.
“Don’t worry Todoroki, I’ll get some help. I’m sure Recovery Girl has some pills that can ease the effects.”
Before you could move one step, his hand was around your wrist, holding you back. “I need… you.” His look was desperate as he eyed.
“Todoroki….”
He suddenly looked away, ashamed of being so straightforward with you. “I’m sorry…” Even when his mind was clouded, he tried to pull away, after all, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you. “I… I’ll try to handle it myself”.
Shouto let go of your arm, but you kept him from retreating. “I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for, right?”
The whimper that came from him together with the nod was the last thing you saw before he tugged on your arm and with the remaining energy he had, pushed you onto your back, looming over you as he kept trying not to breathe too heavily. “You sure you wanna… do this with me?”
You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to sink on top of you. Shouto groaned, burying his face into your neck, the hot breath there making your own head start to spin, his hips slowly starting to move back and forth, dragging his clothed cock against your sex. The friction was almost too much, his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck to keep him from screaming.
“Is that what you needed, Shouto?” You asked teasingly, starting to rock your own hips against his movement.
At that moment Shouto couldn’t care that you both still were clothed, the feeling of his cock rubbing against something (or better put someone) was everything he desired. “Y-yes…more”.
His thrusts were as controlled as he could keep them but he’s constantly torn between letting loose and preserving this wonderful feeling. “Anything you need~” you purred against him, your own hands finding his lower back, pushing him down.
He let out another hot puff of air, your bodies keep rutting against each other in sync, creating the most delicious friction you could wish for. It was getting quiet in the apartment, the thing to be heard was moans and groans as well as the rubbing of wet clothing. His eyes were glued on you in awe as you increased the movement of your hips.
Steam starts to erupt from his left side, he could feel himself losing control of his emotions, he feels like he’s going to overpower and pin you down any moment. Being the quiet type it was quite a sight to see him in such a state. Shoto feels like he’s on fire, even his cold side was too weak to do anything in this case. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you which only spurred you on more.
“Y/N if you’re gonna keep that up I’m-” the grip on your hips intensifies and you can feel the fabric of his parts chafe more than before. you take a moment to raise your hips only to be met by a large wet spot and an even bigger bulge pressing against you.
“I can’t take this any longer,“ Todoroki huffed and once again grabbed you by your hips and pressed you against his twitching cock.
You grinned down at him, your teasing motions never stopping. He gasps when your hands start to wander along with your body, lower and lower until you were nestled in between his legs. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from here”.
Shinsou Hitoshi
He’d be into it for sure
Loves the friction, loves the way your clothed sex rubs against his, creating a slow but agonizing pleasure that he can’t wait to feel more of
He loves to see that he can drive you crazy and so do you when he grows more desperate the more you move against him
Let’s be honest, this boy has some sleeping problems, so it wouldn’t surprise me if at some point he asks if he could try something while you were asleep and he was still awake
Now imagine: Somno Scenario
Shinsou and you had been dating for longer now and have tried some pretty pleasant stuff in the bedroom but there was one topic he never touched: somnophilia. You talked about this before with him but he said he would feel bad when you wouldn’t be part of it as well. You told him that you would be okay with it and maybe it would help him fall asleep easier when he had a night plagued with insomnia.
A few nights later Shinsou found himself in exactly that exact predicament. Lying beside you while you were sleeping away peacefully, he couldn’t find rest. Maybe it was also because you told him that you were okay with him potentially doing something. Just thinking about your body in a lewd way was enough to rile him up and right now he can’t help but look at your sleeping form. He started to slowly caress your arms, letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin there before traveling further down to your waist. He could already feel a certain tightness in his PJs as he slipped his hand under your shirt and found soft skin to touch there, trying to hold his moans to a minimum.
It wasn’t quite enough for him so he tried to shift his position and moved closer to you, holding you from behind, his erection pressing against the small of your back. A short gasp escaped him when he slid his leg in between your thighs, feeling your cunt through the light fabric of your pants. Short glances over your shoulder revealed that you were still very much asleep, apart from the small whimper that you let out when he started pushing his knee against your clothed sex. He kept his eyes on you, mouth slightly agape as his hips moved. He managed to suppress a groan when his hard shaft rubbed against your ass, the friction moving his skin up and down was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.
Another small whimper was heard from you, spurring your boyfriend on to press his knee further into your folds. He could feel pleasant wetness coming from them, only adding to the whole sensation.
“Seems like you’re having sweet dreams, kitty.” He murmured against your ear before gently nibbling at it. The friction was driving him insane, he would love to pull down his pants to relieve the pressure but at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away. All he was concentrated on was seeing your expression slowly go from innocent to lewd under his very touch and movements, it was certainly a sight to behold and he was also sure that’d he’d sleep pretty peacefully after this experience.
Tomura Shigaraki
He might get a bit confused at first
He usually doesn’t indulge in intimacy
Since he got preoccupied with taking down Re- Desto and after his victory now is the leader of a new uprising group, you had a hard time catching him for some quality time
when you first initiated something new, Shigaraki doesn’t know what was going on but he gets cheeky about it really fast when you finally managed to pull his eyes away from work and have him focus on you
He loves to tease and degrade you for your behavior and loves to see the desperation in your eyes when he does
His words rile you up easily once you set pleasuring him as your goal
Scenario: Post-war celebration
With the win against Re-Destro, Shigaraki was one step closer to getting what he wanted. Nothing can ever beat the taste of a sweet victory.
Now he’s sitting in his new office in the newly captured mansion, going over some files and mapping out the next movements they were going to make when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. “Seems like you’re the boss here now, eh? How does it feel?”
Shigaraki sighed at your appearance at the door, thank god it was you and not Re-Destro again, he’s seen enough of his face for the day. As you entered, he tried not to give you any kind of special attention, which was hard given the fact that you decided to wear one of your very revealing black dresses. It hugged your body beautifully and you smirked as you approach the table, seeing that Shigaraki already had trouble focusing.
“It was obvious from the start that we would win.” He dismissed, gripping his pen a little too hard.
“Oh is that so? Well, I think you still forgot one important thing” You said while slowly striding closer to where he was sitting.
Only when you were standing next to him, did you finally manage to make him abandon the papers, his red eyes staring you up and down intently. “And what would that be?”
You could only smirk, lifting your hand to lay on his shoulder, slowly caressing his scarred neck, “Our new leader still needs to receive proper treatment. After such a hard and long battle, it’s only right to spoil the winner, wouldn’t you agree?”
Skigaraki is getting restless, you can see him Start to bounce his leg, “Whatever, now are you just going to talk, or are you going to do something?
"Of course, oh fearless leader.” You gracefully slide onto his lap, arms making their way around his neck.
The leader can’t deny that he loves it when you get submissive like this, perfectly following each order he gives you.
“Well? Get on with it, I don’t have all night.” You let out a small whimper, your hips starting to circle on his thigh. The fact that you were only wearing your dress made it so much easier to press the lips of your pussy against him.
“Someone’s an eager slut tonight.” His words only spurred you on and the lack of intimacy these past months were starting to catch up on both of you.
You look down, Shigaraki is still wearing his new suit, and you can start to see the outline of his twitching cock against the material. A grunt from him was all it took for you to speed up your movements, pressing down against him harder and faster.
“That’s right, my slut, show me how much you need me.” Shigaraki spots your hand traveling down his chest and is quick to slap it away which earns him a whine in return “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing there to encourage you more.
You obliged, continuing to rub yourself on him, enjoying each hump, each small feeling the friction is creating. “Please…”
“Please what, slut?”
“I-I need you” Your answer drew a small gasp from Shigaraki’s lips, right as he starts to feel what a sloppy mess you became just from humping him.
You lean in, slowly kissing down his scared neck “Please, master” That was enough for Shigaraki to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your knees and in between his legs. The new leader chuckles and removes the hand that is sitting on his face, eyeing you in interest as you sink to your knees.
“Make sure to put that chatty mouth of yours to good use. If you do well, you’ll get the reward you want.”
And how could you ever deny such an offer?
Dabi
He’d be such a tease about it
Eyeing you when you come over to him, grinning when you sit on his lap
Gasping when you start rutting against him
He’ll grab your waist and push you forward and backward, grabbing your ass
Whispering sentences like “Oh, someone’s getting bold there, aren’t you, baby?” or “Getting needy, doll? I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so desperate.” inti your ear
He loves it and he could lose himself over and over in the feelings and sensation
Scenario: Stoned
You were laying on his chest after the war was over, Dabi, now with his original white hair, was still inspecting the new burns he received during the fight. It was all worth it however, seeing his father’s face like this and ruining his honor was everything he wanted. As a celebration, he brought along some weed and offered to smoke it together as a way to calm down and it didn’t take long for the hazy and calm state to take over both of your bodies and for innocent touches and kisses to turn into roaming hands and smoke being exchanged through lips.
At some point you ended up straddling him, checks cupped as you deepened the kiss and lost yourself in those husky blue eyes once you pulled away.
"Someone’s getting pretty eager huh?” Dabi teased as he slapped his hands on your hips.
“Speak for yourself ” you laughed back before a low moan is drawn from you as Dabi pressed against you.
He sits up to lap at your neck, caressing your delicate skin there with a graze of his teeth up to your ear. “Mmh never said I wasn’t, you just look too damn hot on top of me and high off your balls.”
The blush on your cheeks was hot and burning, just like the palms of his hands that he started to heat up. Gradually, you start to move your hips, the fabrics of your clothes starting to rub against each other. Dabi was so generous as to lend you his shirt since he was too hot from the previous battle, now with only his chest and your bottom half exposed, it was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to feel.
“Why don’t we get this off?” you suggested and Dabi wasted no time shuffling his sweatpants down.
Soon his hands were back on you, hot as the breath against your ear. “I want you, baby, ~” He purred, hands sliding up your shirt, grabbing anything in his way he could manage. You captured his lips in another heated kiss, effectively shutting him up and letting your bodies do the talking. With only both of your underwear separating you, Dabi’s got you exactly where he wanted.
The next moments felt like a blur, a hot mess of rubbing fabrics and hungry kisses. Dabi kept you close to himself, rutting up into you as if the clothes weren’t there in the first place, he can’t get enough of the teasing and he loves to watch you fall apart and go in for more. There was not much to say in between the two of you, the feeling of the other enough to make you both needy.
At some point, you stopped your kissing to catch some air, but the movements of your hips or his didn’t falter. You’ve gotten so wet that you could feel your slick run down your thighs and you could see that it makes Dabi growl. His rock-hard cock has found a comfortable way of sliding against the plush lips of your pussy that he could spend forever, although there’s only one more place he’d rather be.
“I think we need to move this somewhere else,” Dabi smirked against your lips. “Or maybe we’ll just stay here since our limbs are so heavy.”
“No, I think you definitely need to move somewhere else.” The third-party voice ripped you out of your little horny bubble and you watched in shock as you saw Spinner standing in the door frame, looking tired and just done getting patched back up himself.
You scrambled to throw anything over you that would provide some sort of shielding, embarrassment setting into your mind despite the relaxing feeling of the weed. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Too long…” He sighs as he wanders off to the couch on the other side of the room, starting up a game.
“Guess, we have to continue this somewhere else, baby” Dabi laughed, and surprisingly, he reluctantly sat up.”I don’t want anyone seeing you with what I’m about to do to you.”
You keened and obediently wrapped your legs around him as he stood up and took you up to his room.
Kinktober Day 28- Breeding part l feat. Shoto Todoroki x Male Reader
EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
tags/warnings:Hybrid reader, breeding, oral sex (receiving and giving), mild somnophilia, mild power imbalance, angst, mentions of past abuse, some abo dynamics (reader is an omega), He/Him pronouns
summary:Abandoned by your old master and left to die you believe your life is over but when a large man saves you from the dumpster and takes you to a new home you find the happiness you never thought you could have.
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“Why would you bring him here?” A cool voice hissed from the other room. You grabbed a hold of your soft tail and held it close to your chest to find some comfort.
Tonight had filled you with a whirlwind of emotions your mind was still trying to understand. One minute you were in the cold wet dumpster master left you in and the next a large orange man was pulling you into his warm arms. You were too weak to even bother putting up a fight, you laid limp in his strong arms as he carried you through the city of Tokyo.
Some time during the walk, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you see is the ceiling to a very nice home. You wiggle your arms around a little and resist the urge to moan at the amazing feeling of the soft fabric caressing your skin. You turn your head to rub your cheek and could not stop the purr arising from your throat from the smell of the cushions. The fragrance reminds you of the sharp smell of a cold night with the smokey undertones of a fire.
Only when you heard the fight begin in the other room did you stop the vibrations in your throat, not wanting to alert anyone you were awake.
“I could not take him with me Shoto, my hotel room is not accommodating to hybrids.” The deep commanding voice sighed, “I understand this is not ideal but I could not bring myself to drop him off at the shelter.”
“That is bullshit,” the cool one called Shoto begins to pace the room, “You are meddling in my life again. I‘ve told you a hundred times I will never undertake in the care of a hybrid and yet you ignore my wishes.” He lets out a dry laugh, “what else is new.”
“Shoto it was not like that. You should have seen him he was practically frozen, left in an alleyway dumpster to die by whoever was caring for him.”
“So take him to a shelter, not my home. Or If you are that worried about him find a hotel that will accommodate hybrids and keep him there, it is not like you, the number one hero, is hurting for money.”
“The hero conference filled up all available hotel rooms, even with pulling strings there were no rooms.” The man sighed, “I understand your distrust in my decision to bring him here, I deserve nothing less. I was not trying to force a hybrid in your care. I swear I will come tomorrow after the conference to pick him up, hotel rooms should open up by then.”
The pacing stopped, “One-night old man, that is all I will do. If you are not here by noon tomorrow I will drop him off at a shelter.”
“Thank you, Shoto. Please call me if anything changes, if not I will be here by noon tomorrow.” The deep voice man stepped out of the other room into the room where you were resting. You quickly slam your eyes shut hoping he would mistake you for being asleep.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “I know you are awake.”
You press your eyes tighter together, keeping your breathing even to keep up the ruse.
“I know Shoto sounds upset, but it is me he is mad at, not you. You will be safe here tonight and I will come back in the morning to take you anywhere you want to go.”
You crack open one eye, “Promise?” You whisper, your voice hoarse.
The man nodded, “I swear.”
You press your chapped lips together. You did not want to leave this place, it was so warm and smelled so nice. But if the owner of this home did not want you to stay it was better to leave before he leaves you into a dumpster as your other master had.
You nod, “sounds like a plan.”
He nods bringing his hand up to rub awkwardly your head, “that is the spirit.”
“Do not be afraid to ask Shoto for help tonight. He is a good hero and will take care of you.”
“Ok,” you agree knowing damn well there was no way you would ask anything of Shoto. You did not want to accidentally set him off and end up right back where you started. You would ignore the gnawing hunger and foul smell coating your skin if it means you could stay here for the night.
“Well, I will be off then,” He stood to his full height, grabbing his coat off the hook by the door. “Remember what I said, anything you need do not be afraid to ask for.” He opens the sliding door into the home and closes it, leaving you and the strange man alone in the home.
Your ears were perked up all the way to try and make out where in the house the man was but his footsteps were so quiet when he was not pacing it was near impossible to trace his movements. You could not even rely on your sense of smell to give him away as the whole house already was drenched in his scent.
You curl up tighter onto the soft couch, making sure your belly was guarded. You knew the big man promised you were in no danger and his voice held sincerity but you could not bring yourself to relax. What if he was wrong and Shoto hated you for invading his home? Many hybrids would fight to the death if someone invaded their territory.
“Are you in pain?”
A small eep leaves your throat as Shoto’s upside-down face appears right in front of yours. His head tilts with curiosity at the sound you make, his bicolored eyebrows furrowing.
“Is that how you talk? This will definitely make communication more difficult.” He walks around the couch, crouching down. He brings a hand to his chest, “I am Shoto.” He said, his words slow and louder than before, “I mean you no harm.”
One arm slowly waves in a semi-circle to point to the room you are in. “This is my house, you will stay here with me for the night.”
He closely watches your face for any sign of understanding. Not wanting him to repeat himself you slowly nod.
“Are you hungry?” He rubs his hands over his stomach.
You nod.
“Do you like cold soba? I have some already made in my fridge.”
You could not stop yourself from cringing at his suggestion, the idea of putting anything cold into your was revolting.
“So no cold soba.” He brings his hands to his chin mumbling to himself, “I do have some leftovers in the fridge but none of it would be appealing to a hybrid.”
“I will order you something to eat. Is there anything you would like to eat?” He pretends to dial on the phone to illustrate his plan.
You spring up and grab the phone from his hand, too excited to remember your manners. You quickly type in the name of your favorite hybrid-friendly restaurant, delighted to see they were still in business. The last time you were able to eat there was with your first master for your birthday.
You scroll through their menu, scanning each item’s ingredients until you found it, their three skewers yakitori special. Each yakitori came with a different kind of meat and vegetable layered on the stick. You especially loved this dish because you did not need to bother with utensils when eating.
You turn the phone to face the stunned Shoto, “This.” You say, pointing at the dish, “I want this please.”
“So you can talk,” He mumbles, gently taking his phone back to complete the order.
You wilt, your excitement had made you forget your place. Master always hated when you spoke without permission, “Yes, I am sorry I did not ask for permission first.” You sink down into the couch further, “I am also sorry about taking your phone from your hand.”
He shakes his head, “No, I was not mad.” He looks down at the phone in his hand, “Just surprised, for a minute there I thought you could not speak. This makes it much easier. You do not need permission to speak, that would become annoying. Just say what you are thinking so I know what you need.”
“Ok.” You smile, straightening your back and bringing your legs up to sit criss cross on the couch, “I like that.”
“Good, I am glad we agree.” He puts his phone into his front pocket, “Your order should be here in about an hour, would you like to bathe while you wait for it to arrive?”
You scrunch your nose, “Yes, I stink.”
He nodded, “It is definitely not a pleasant smell.”
“Master threw me in a dumpster, there were all kinds of gross things in there. Even worse was all the bugs, they kept crawling across my face but I was too tired to swat at them.”
His body stiffened at your words, “A dumpster? Master?”
“Yeah, that is where the orange guy found me. I was so happy when he pulled me out of there, it was cold and smelly.”
“Why would someone put you in a dumpster?” He asked, his voice holding that same sharpness from when he first spoke to the orange man.
You bring your tail around to your lap, wrapping your fingers around the soft fur there, “Uh, I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Did he keep you captive?” he brings his hands to your knees, gently rubbing each of them.
You shrug trying to pretend his question did not affect you, “He was my master.”
“It is illegal for someone to keep a hybrid against their will. It has been illegal for over a decade.”
You could feel your bottom lip begin to wobble, uncomfortable with where the questioning was going. “He was trying to keep me safe,” you mumble, “He said a hybrid like me would get taken advantage of if I had no one to look after me.”
“Oh, I am sure he came up with a lot of excuses. Did anyone ever notice what he was doing?”
Your grip on your tail tightened, “The neighbors started to ask questions but master assured them I was there willingly.”
“They never bothered to ask you if you were there willingly?”
You shake your head, “No, no one ever asked me.”
The hands on your knees pressed down harder, “Some protection he gave, dumping you into a pile of trash.”
You shrug, “It was my fault he left me there.”
“How could it possibly be your fault?”
You bite down on your bottom lip with one fang trying to find the right words. You did not want Shoto to be afraid of you but lying was not an option, you had a feeling he would be able to see right through it.
“You promise you won’t make me leave tonight?”
He squeezes down, “I swear.”
You look up at the ceiling to avoid his beautiful eyes, “I bit him.”
Shoto let out a snort of laughter, “I am sure he deserved it.”
Your head snaps down to meet his gaze, “He did!”
You let the pent-up emotions you had been pushing down for years finally bubble up, “He told me if I wanted to stay in his home I would have to spend my next heat with him.” Your lips draw up in disgust, “I would rather die than have him touch me.”
Shoto’s face remained neutral, encouraging you to continue.
“So when my heat came this cycle and he tried to touch me I bit his finger until it came off.”
Shoto smiled, “Good boy.”
You freeze for a second, his praise wrapping around you like a warm blanket. It had been so long since anyone had given you praise. You tried to continue the story, ignoring how your heart started to flutter in your chest.
“He was so mad but he could not try to touch me again because he had to go to the hospital to have it sewn back on.”
“Were they able to reattach it?”
Your mouth lifts into a sly grin, “Nope, they said the wound was too jagged and the nerves too torn to even attempt to reattach it. They just stitched it closed and gave him some medicine.”
“Serves the bastard right. What happened when he got home?”
You wince, “That is why I ended up in the dumpster. I was lucky he was in too much pain to hit me again.”
Shoto’s lips pulled back revealing his teeth, “What a pile of shit.” He brought himself in a little closer, letting you take in a whiff of his mouth watering scent. “Can you do me a favor?”
You nodded eagerly, wanting to help him in any way.
“Never call him your master again ok. He is not your master; he is a rotten bastard who deserves to get the shit beat out of him. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I will try.”
He smiles softly, “That is all I ask.” He stands to his full height, “Now how about that bath, I know with that sensitive nose of yours you must be dying to get the stench off.”
You leap off the couch and stretch up your arms, “A bath sounds wonderful!”
He waves his hand, “Follow me then.”
You follow a few paces behind him, expecting to have him open the door leading outside but instead the sliding door he opens leads to a huge bathroom. There was a tiled shower with a small metal stool and detachable shower head in the front part of the room but the real centerpiece was the large, deep bath in the back. It was nearly the size of the entire bathroom master had in his house.
You turn to face Shoto, “Am I really allowed to use this?”
“Of course, why would you not be?”
You clasp your hands together, “Mas- I mean the other man never let me use his bath.”
“So how did you get clean?”
“I used a basin outside.”
Shoto’s fists clench, “It’s winter, the temperature is well below freezing outside.”
You shrug, “He never cared how cold it was or that I hate cold water.”
The muscles in Shotos neck tensed, his eyes darkening for a second before he closed them to take in a deep breath. “I am liking that man less and less.”
He reached underneath the sink and pulled out two fluffy towels, his face still twisted in a scowl, “You are free to use anything I have in here. There is a spare toothbrush on the counter and I will look around for some clean clothes for you to wear while you are bathing.”
He sets the towels down and turns on the water to the shower, testing its temperature before leaving you alone to clean yourself.
When the door shuts you stand still in the room for a minute trying to wrap your head around how you could have gotten so lucky. No one has ever bothered to treat you like you mattered before. Even your first master only ever says you as an object, something to keep them entertained. When they were bored they simply gave you away, not even bothering to look back as they walked to their car.
You were glad Shoto had left, you did not want him to see the tears running down your cheeks you could not bring yourself to wipe away. Your tears continued to fall long after you settled into the warm bathwater.
It was not until the aroma of dinner drifting into the bathroom you were able to halt the steady flow and quickly dry off, the idea of a warm meal pulling your mind out of the past. You wrap the towel around yourself under your arms and poke your head out of the room to look around the hallway. With the coast clear you open the door more to step out only to feel something soft under your foot.
You peek down and see the clothes Shoto laid out for you some time while you were in the bath. You are glad you were starving or you definitely would have started crying again. Quickly retreating back into the bathroom to throw on his clothes you follow your nose back into the dining room where the food was now laid out on the short table in the middle of the room covered in a kotatsu.
Shoto sat at one end of the table with his own food laid out in front of him. “Please,” he waved his hand, “Sit anywhere you like.”
You take a second to debate where to sit but end up taking a seat on the floor right next to him, wanting to take in as much of his scent as possible. You were only going to get one night with him so you might as well make it one to remember.
If Shoto was surprised he did not show it, instead his features relaxed even more as you press your thigh against his fighting the urge to purr at how right it all felt.
“Is the big man your father?” you ask, picking up one of the yakitori to bring to your mouth.
Shoto’s upper lip lifted, “Yes, Endeavor is my father.”
“Do you not like him?”
Shoto held the bowl of cold soba even tight, his fingers nearly white, “It is complicated,” he finally answered, his voice tight.
You press your leg against his a little harder, wordlessly giving your support. “He told me you would take good care of me and that I had nothing to worry about.” you put down the skewer and place your hand over his, “he was right.”
The dark gleam in Shoto’s eyes lightened and he even gave you a soft smile. The rest of dinner was easy, you both asked generic questions; what is your favorite color, if you could live anywhere where would it be, your favorite movie, and why?
By the time both of you finished eating it was well past midnight. Shoto is the first to stand taking the dirty plates to the kitchen.
“I have a guest bedroom for you to sleep in, it is just down the hall from my room.”
You reach around and grab your tail, “Can I sleep with you?” You mumble too weak to speak up.
“What did you say, I could not hear you?” Shoto steps closer, crouching down to be able to look you in the eyes.
Biting down on your inner cheek you ask again, “Can I sleep with you, I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyebrows lifted and his mouth dropped open slightly, “You want to sleep with me?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“Are you sure? I do not have a western bed and my room is plainer. You would probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bed in the guest room, it even has a tv.”
You wrap your fingers around his wrist, “I won’t be clingy or hog the blankets,” your thumb strokes the skin on the back of his hand, “I will even sleep on the floor, I just can’t bear the idea of being alone tonight.”
Shoto looked around the room putting together his thoughts while you pleaded silently with your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “How could I say no when you look at me like that.”
He brings his fingers to your ears and gently strokes the soft fur covering them, “If that is what you want, you are welcome to come to bed with me.”
You throw yourself forward wrapping your arms around his lean waist and push your face into his stomach too excited to speak. When you peek your eyes up you notice the shocked expression on his face, like he had short-circuited. You quickly pull back your hug worried you crossed a boundary.
“No,” his hand pushes you back to him, “It is ok, I was surprised that is all.” He pressed his lips together, looking down at you with an expression you have never seen, “It has been a while since someone has hugged me.”
You tighten the arms around his waist, hugging him even more. You both stay like that for a minute, enjoying each other’s embrace. Only when your arms started to grow tired did you reluctantly release your hold and stand.
You both head to his bedroom down the hall. When he opened the door you could see what he meant by plain. On the floor was a Tatami mat covered in a white futon and two pillows. There was a solid wood dresser and closet and a small plant in one corner of the room.
“I told you it was empty.”
“It is empty but it smells wonderful in here,” the entire room was covered in his smell, you could tell he spent most of his time home in here.
Shoto sniffed the air and frowned, “I don’t smell anything.”
You shrug, “hybrids have a really good sense of smell.”
“Oh,” Shoto looked down at you, “what does the room smell like?”
Your face grows hot, “it smells like you.”
Shoto’s eyebrows raise, “What do I smell like?”
You covered your eyes too embarrassed to look him in the eye as you answered his question, “It is hard to describe,” you mumble.
“Can you try, I am curious.”
You slowly lower one hand, ignoring how hot your face felt, and meet his tender gaze, “It’s like when you go out at night and the air is so cold every breath hurts and your face gets numb, the icy metallic smell from being out in that temperature is one of the smells you have.”
Shoto nods urging you to continue.
“But mixed with that is an overtone of smoke,” you laugh, “it makes me think of a campfire in the mountains.”
Shoto’s hand goes to his chin, “Interesting, and this smell is strong in this room?”
“Yes, areas where you spend the most time will have the strongest smell.”
“Is there anything you can do being a hybrid?”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, “I have pretty good hearing and can jump higher than most people but that is about it.”
Shoto walks to his bed on the floor, pulling back the blankets, “Do you like being a hybrid?”
You join him by the bed, sitting down on the soft futon, “I have never known any different but if I had to choose I would not be a hybrid.” You bring your knees to your chest, “Life is so much harder for those deemed hybrids, if I was like everyone else I would not have been stuck with mas- I mean that man for as long as I was.”
You look up at Shoto and smile, “But if I was not a hybrid I would not have had the chance to meet you so I guess it’s not all bad.”
Shoto stiffened, his mouth slack for a second before he was able to collect himself and climb into the bed with you. He did not respond to what you had said but you needed no response when he slowly intertwined his fingers with yours letting his actions speak for themself.
You listen to his breathing slow until it was at an even pace with a few mumbles as he spoke in his sleep. You did not bother trying to fall asleep, instead using the time to admire the man sleeping next to you. With his eyes closed you were able to scoot in closer and stare at his face, taking in the scar covering his left eyes and the unique colors of his hair. You had never seen someone as beautiful as him.
Your eyes inadvertently traveled down his neck, inspecting the strong muscle covered by the thin material of his shirt. You shift your legs ignoring the heat gathering in your lower body as your eyes drift down to the bulge in his pants.
You knew humans can be weird about their nudity, choosing to hide their bodies with many layers of clothes but you were so curious. A peek would not hurt right? You watch his face carefully making sure he was sound asleep before slipping one finger underneath the elastic band of his pants.
Holding your breath you lift your finger and bring the material up to expose the soft bicolored hair at the base of his soft cock. Your eyes grew wide realizing how large he was without even being erect, he needed a permit for that thing.
Letting the elastic slip from your fingers you settle back to your side of the bed and try to pretend the last five minutes never happened. You roll onto your side and even out your breathing happening you would eventually grow bored enough to drift off to sleep. When that does not work you switch to your stomach and lie completely still waiting for the darkness to take over.
But it was hopeless! Every time you were able to turn your mind off enough to relax images of Shoto’s body pop into your thoughts preventing any hope of you being able to sleep. Maybe if you get another peek your brain will be satisfied enough to relax and let you fall asleep. Turning back on your side to face Shoto, you watch him intensely for a few minutes, monitoring everything from his chest rising to the movement of his fingers.
Only when you were sure he was dead asleep did you allow your hand to move down his body once again to lift the edge of his pants. The lower half of your body was throbbing, begging you to keep going, and against your better judgment you do.
You bring your other hand down his abdomen, taking the time to admire the hard muscle under his soft skin. You peek up at his face once again to confirm he was still soundly asleep and take the leap wrapping your fingers around his length.
He shifted around, a small groan leaving his lips and for a second you were sure you had been caught but once he settled into a new position he returned to his sedated state. You let out the breath you had been holding and looked down at your hand, the sight itself nearly set you over the edge.
His cock was still soft under your grip, the skin so warm against your palm. Deciding to push your luck you slowly bring your hand up the length of his cock memorized by the way he felt under your touch.
With each pump of your hand, his cock grew in size until it now rested on his lower stomach, nearly touching his belly button. You continue to stroke him, enjoying the new sensation his erect cock created. You loved watching the way his foreskin would travel up to cover the head of his cock as you moved your hand up and then retreated down to expose the head of his cock as your hand neared the base of his erection.
You were so focused on the movements of your hand you did not notice the body underneath you begin to shift around. Tightening your fist you use the precum now gathered at the tip of his cock to slick your fingers, making it much easier to pump your hand.
You could feel his cock begin to throb and grow more excited wanting nothing more than to watch Shoto fall over the edge. You press your body against his even more waiting to see as much as you could but when you were sure he was only a few pumps away from finishing a strong cool hand wraps around your wrist halting your movements.
Immediate dread fills your chest when a groggy voice asks, “What are you doing?”
You immediately release your hold on his cock and try to escape out of the bed but the hold on your wrist keeps you in place.
“I’m sorry,” you cry, trying to slip your hand free, “I’m so sorry Shoto.”
Shoto uses his hold on your wrist to pull you closer. You had no chance of pulling away, he was much stronger than you.
“Darling what were you doing?” he asks again, his voice only filled with concern.
Your throat tightens as panic starts to take over, he was going to kick you out. You ruined everything. You try again to free your hand wanting to get as far away from your mistake as you could but he held you firmly, pulling you in even closer until he was able to wrap his arms around you, pressing you against his chest.
You wiggle your body trying to escape his hold but his hold was unrelenting. He used his hand to pet your back, mumbling soft words trying to get you to calm down. You go limp in his hold, giving up escaping, you made this bed now it is time to lay in it.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
You shake your head burying your face into his chest to hide.
He sighed, gently prying your face from his chest so he could see you, “I am not mad, I just want to know what all that was about.”
Heat fills your cheeks as you think about what you had been doing only moments ago to Shoto. You took a deep breath, you owed him an explanation no matter how much you wanted to hide away.
“I was curious,” you mumble, eyes looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.
“Curious? What were you curious about?”
You use one of your small fangs to bite the inside of your cheek while you tried to think how you could explain without making it even worse. “It started out admiring your face while you were sleeping,” you cringed. That sounded terrible when you said it out loud but you keep going. “Before I knew it my eyes traveled down there,” you pause gathering the courage to finish your explanation, “And I could not stop myself from looking.”
“You did not stop there though, why were you touching me?”
“I tried resisting,” you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time needing him to understand, “But after I looked the first time I could not fall asleep no matter what I tried.” You press your thighs together remembering the throbbing that was there earlier. “I thought if I acted on my curiosity and got it out of my system I would be able to fall asleep.”
“Did it help when you acted on your curiosity?”
“No,” you whine, “It made it worse.”
“So do you want to continue?” He asked, his voice calm.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, really?”
“I don’t see why not, if it will help you sleep I am happy to help.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
He shrugged, “there are worse ways to wake up, though I would prefer you ask before you do it again.”
The familiar warmth returns to your lower body, “Are you sure?” You try to keep the excitement out of your voice not wanting to sway him into a decision he may regret.
He held up his finger, “You can have full access to my body on one condition.”
You eagerly nod your head ready to agree to just about anything if it meant your hands could return to touching his body.
He leans in closer until his mouth is only inches away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “When you have had your fill exploring I get a turn exploring you.”
“Huh?” Your body jerks backward away from his mouth, “You want to explore me?”
He smiles, “Yes darling, I want to explore your body.”
Your mouth slacks open and your eyes widen. Of all the things he could have asked of you this possibility never crossed your mind.
He scoots in closer to where you had drifted, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of your thighs. “Unless that is too much for you?”
You look down to the bulge in his pants and nearly moan as you make out the wet spot near the top of his cock. Damn it you would do anything to have your hands around him again. “No, that sounds fair,” you stutter, unable to hide how the idea really made you feel.
He pushed himself back, resting his weight on his elbows and leaving his legs slightly spread to give you plenty of room to settle in between them.
“Alright, then what are you waiting for,” he gestured to his lower half, “please continue with your adventure.”
You have no time to even reflect on the consequences of your decision and instead rush forward, settling in between his spread thighs. You waste no time grabbing the sides of his pants and pulling down the material letting his cock spring up and onto his stomach.
You nearly wept on the spot being able to see his member without anything in the way. The soft hair at the base of his cock was colored the same way as the hair on his head making you suppress a giggle. “The carpet matches the drapes huh?” You tease.
He brings his elbow up to cover his eyes and groans, “You are lucky Denki already informed me about that joke otherwise you would have had to explain it to me.”
You laugh, dragging your fingers up his thigh, “has this friend also explored you?”
“Ha no, he is simply an idiot with no filter who loves to say obscure sayings.” He looks down at you with a look in his eyes you have not seen before, “The two of you would get along.”
“Well,” your hand brushes across his inner thigh as you draw slow lazy circles in his skin, “I do have one thing in common with Denki,” your hand slides up and you circle your hand around his cock, “We both love to tease you.”
Not waiting for his response you drag your hand up watching with fascination as his abs under his shirt grow taut as you stroke his cock. Wanting to see more you use your free hand to lift up his shirt exposing the soft skin of his stomach where you watch the muscles flex along with each pump of your hand.
Shoto could no longer speak, instead, his gaze had widened as he watched you stroke his cock. You missed the sound of his voice and were determined to have it return. You bring one hand down to cup his heavy balls and without thinking bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, licking across the slick slit, cleaning away the bead of precum that had accumulated.
Your effort was instantly rewarded with a soft moan leaving Shoto’s spread lips. Wanting to hear more you open your lips and take the head into your mouth. Instantly his hands settled on your shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscles there. Emboldened by his reaction you relax your jaw and push your mouth down more making sure to tease the underside of his cock with your tongue.
The soft moans grew desperate the closer you came to the bottom of his cock. You were nearly choking, your mind grew fuzzy but you kept going, addicted to the sounds he was making. Only when black spots started to appear did you bring your head back up, settling on sucking on the tip while your other hand stroked the base.
His fingers tighten to a bruising hold, panting as you move your mouth in time with your hand working to drive him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back exposing the column of his neck, “Please don’t stop.”
You moan around his cock, pleased at his reaction, and suck even harder, your cheeks hollowing. His moans grow even more guttural and his cock begins to throb in your mouth.
“Wait,” He panted, pushing against your shoulders, “Fuck baby I’m going to-” a whine leaves his throat as you lick a line up the length of his cock.
“Come? Are you going to come?” You laugh while pumping your hand slick with spit and precum, “Then come baby, I want your taste on my tongue,” and with no delay you wrap your lips around him once more just in time to catch the spurt of cum on your tongue, taking the time to swallow every ounce until he gently pried your mouth away with a pop.
“Too sensitive,” he said through gritted teeth when you gave him a confused look.
“Oh,” you huff trying and failing to hide your disappointment at losing your new toy.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled brushing back a strand of hair covering your face, “You can have plenty of time to explore later, but now it is my turn.”
His words were a cold bucket of water thrusting you back into reality. You had been so excited to explore him that you completely forgot about the deal you had made earlier.
“Oh, are you sure you want to do that now, I know you must be tired?”
He smirked, pushing himself up and closer to you until his face was only inches from yours. “Oh, I am not tired, in fact, I am just getting started. You had your fun,” He looked down to the apex of your thighs, “now I want mine.”
You press your thighs together, unable to hide the effect his words had on you. The look on his face reminds you of a cat sneaking up on its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. “What are you going to do?” You ask, your voice shaking.
He gently pushed against your shoulders, lowering your body until your back was against the futon, “Don’t worry darling, I promise you will enjoy my exploration.”
His hands trailed down your abdomen, taking their time to circle around the sensitive skin as they descend. You watch with wide eyes as one hand settles on your hips, keeping you still as the other hand slips under the elastic band of your pants. You were not wearing underwear so his hand made direct contact with your throbbing erection.
A low moan leaves his throat when he finds the wetness already gathered at the tip, giving away how excited your body was for his touch, “Fuck, you got this hard from sucking my cock?”
You could only whimper when you tried to answer him, the hungry look on his face too overwhelming for your mind to process.
“You did, didn’t you?” His gaze lowered, mesmerized by the wet spot on your pants, “You are that excited from having your lips around me.” His body lowered until he was settled in between your spread thighs.
His hand on your thigh grabbed the edge of your pants and tugged down until the pants slipped off your body, settling around your ankles allowing you to kick off the material. With your last shield gone, there was nothing impairing his view. You squeeze your eyes shut unable to look as he takes in the sight.
You both sat frozen for what seemed like hours until his hand resumed its position on your hip, gently pushing your hips down, caging you to the ground. His other hand trialed up your inner thigh, making soft circles until they reached your center.
You held your breath unsure what he was going to do next. You crack open one eye only to see his hand reach up and wrap around the base of your cock. He let his eyes linger on your sex, taking in every inch. For a second your fear coursed through your veins as you wondered if something was wrong, what if he did not like what he was seeing? You slam your eyes shut again not wanting to see a look of disapproval come across his face.
His warm breath fanned across your skin for another minute leaving you writhing under him. You yelped when a warm liquid dripped directly onto your tip and ran down your cock. You immediately lift your head to peek down and gawk at the lewd sight. Shoto had a string of saliva dripping from his tongue onto you.
Your thighs trembled as you forced yourself to keep them spread, your mind shutting down as he continued to drip more of his warm spit onto your sex. Only when you were absolutely dripping did he bring his tongue back into his mouth and move his hands to settle under your ass, tilting your hips until your ass was in his direct line of action.
You bring your hands up to your face, hiding away as his warm, slick tongue dragged up the length of your cock, gathering the mix of both your juices and bringing them into his mouth. He groaned, “Good thing I let you explore first,” he slid one finger around your clenching entrance, “Because I could come just from the taste of you.”
“Shoto,” you whine, pushing your palms into your eyes so hard you could see small stars forming, “You can’t say things like that.”
He chuckles, “Why not? It’s true, you taste so good I could play with your cock for hours and still crave your taste.”
“Y-You are evil,” you whimper, your legs shaking as his finger circling your entrance slowly breaches the tight ring of muscle.
“Huh, what was that?” He teased, adding another finger to your entrance, stretching your open hole even wider.
“You are evil,” you hiss, the burn of the stretch adding to the pleasure.
“Evil?” He brought one hand down to fondle the weight of your balls, “If being evil means I get to tease someone as beautiful as you like this, I think I chose the wrong career path.”
A third finger joins the others, twisting around inside you while his mouth lowers, taking you completely into his warm embrace. You have to reach down and bury your fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he pushes you further than ever before.
“That’s it,” he purred, curling his fingers upwards, “Hold onto me baby.”
You mewl at his words, tightening your fingers even more. If your hold on his hair was painful he hid it beautifully, working even harder to elevate your pleasure. It was a wonder you had not yet passed out, your chest heaving as the tingling in your abdomen started to spread making it hard to do anything but feel.
Too focused on how you were feeling you had no warning before his mouth took you in again, he continued to sink down until his nose brushed your lower stomach. Your back arches off the bed, your hips pushing up to meet his mouth while your feet scramble up so you can escape the intense pleasure.
Groaning at your reaction he brings your thighs to rest over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the trembling limbs.
The fingers in your ass twist up, pressing against something inside you that created a new visceral pleasure. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, you try to pry his head away, the oncoming wave too overwhelming.
He easily swatted away your shaking fingers, redoubling his efforts to push you over the edge, his head now bobbing in time with his fingers. Unable to escape you toss your head from side to side unable to even breathe, your muscles wound too tight.
“Shoto!” You breathlessly cry out as the tension finally releases and strong electric pulses flow through your skin. Your soft thighs shake around him as his tongue and finger continue to drive you higher. You were helpless to do anything but feel, your muscles clenching and releasing with each wave to release. Your small convulsions only encourage Shoto who continues to swallow your release, only stopping when your body goes lax under him, your thighs falling open.
He gives your swollen cock one last lick, enjoying the sight of his hard work. Your heart still pounded against your chest as you take shallow breaths, your body still recovering.
Taking mercy on you, Shoto removes his fingers from your quivering hole and places a soft kiss on your lower stomach, his lips tracing up your skin until he reaches your mouth. Using the little energy you had left you raise your head to meet his lips, opening your mouth to let his tongue in to explore.
He moans into your mouth, his tongue tracing the line of your teeth before diving in deeper, teasing your tongue. The erotic flavor of your juices on his tongue was almost enough to send you over the edge again You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
He pulled his lips back, “I am not going anywhere, you don’t need to worry.”
You bury your head in his shoulder, taking in a deep breath of his scent, “I want to be closer with you.’ You mumble, hoping he would understand what you needed.
His breathing stopped for a second but his arms tightened around you, holding you close to his chest.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, “Please.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down to see his erection pressed against yours.“There is no going back from this,” He looks back up, his eyes holding a new emotion, “If we do this I won’t ever let you go.”
Your throat tightens, “Promise?”
“Fuck,” He says breathlessly, “I promise baby.”
He moves his torso back until he sat in between your spread legs on his knees. He raised your hips to rest on his thighs, “You look so fucking sexy right now spread open and waiting for my cock,” he smiled.
“Tomorrow during my patrol all I am going to be thinking about is how pretty this ass will look stretched open and full of my cum.”
You whimper too excited by his words to speak.
“You like that idea baby, like the idea of me filling this pretty hole to the brim with my cum?”
“Yes,” you sob, wanting him to touch you more. He lifts one of your legs forcing your foot to rest on his shoulder opening you up even more.
“Maybe we will get lucky and I will breed you on the first go. Fuck, how hot you would look swollen with my our child.” He brings the head of his cock to your ass.
“Though I also like the idea of keeping you in this bed, filling you up every night until we get lucky.” He pushes his cock down, lining it with your entrance, “We would have to get a plug for your ass, making sure to keep all of the cum inside.”
His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock breaching your tight entrance. He gives you a second to adjust, his hand now encasing your sex.
“I think four would be enough to keep you busy every day, I can’t have my baby bored while I’m at work.”
“Shoto,” you lip your hips wanting him to move deeper, enjoying how his thick cock stretched you open.
“But fuck I don’t think I could ever stop breeding you.” He continues to sink into you, watching your face for any sign of distress.
“Even when you are pregnant with our child I will have to keep you full,” he groaned, finally bottoming out inside you, “That way everyone knows just who you belong to.”
“My sweet baby, so perfect and all mine,” he brings your hand to his chest letting it rest over his heart. You peek down to where you were joined and nearly short circuit at the sight of his cock buried inside you.
Shoto’s hip pulls back, dragging his cock out and leaving you feeling strangely empty before snapping his hips forward creating friction even stronger than his fingers. He gives you no time to adjust before he falls into a rhythm, using his hips to pound you into oblivion while his hand winds the rope inside you even tighter.
You reach to your side, gripping a hand full of the blanket as he continues to thrust into you. He leans his body forward, pushing your leg closer to your body so his free hand can settle on your chest, pinching one tight peak in between his fingers and tugging on the bud in time with his hips.
The triple threat left you scrambling, the tension inside your building with each well-placed thrust. It was all growing too strong too fast. Your mind grew hazy leaving you helpless to do anything by lie there and be used by him.
He must have sensed a change because he grew even more relentless, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts, now hitting a new spot inside you creating a new deeper pleasure.
The rope inside you started to fray, your breathing growing more desperate as your muscles tightened, your tail curling and legs trembling.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, feeling you benign to tighten around his cock, “Let yourself go, I’ll be right here to catch you.”
A loud whine ripped from your throat as the energy gathered in your body released at once sending you spiraling into nirvana. You could feel your hole clench down his thick cock, milking him as the orgasm continues to ripple through your body.
Shoto did not slow his teasing, instead using his hand to continue to stroke you, drawing out your pleasure until you were a puddle too weak to even move your fingers.
Only when he was sure he had squeezed every ounce of pleasure from you did his soft moan begin to fill your ear as his dick pulsed inside you. You could feel his warmth fill your hole as he found his own release.
He lets your leg fall to the side and collapses on top of your body letting you enjoy the heavy weight of his body pressed against you before wrapping his arms around your back and turning you both onto your sides so he did not have to break the connection.
He presses his forehead against yours, trailing his fingers along the length of your tail. “I never thought I could feel this way for someone before,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “I have only known you a few hours and yet I want to bind myself to you in every way I can, never letting you go.”
You smile weakly, still dazed from how hard he made you come, “I have never felt so happy before.” Tears gathered under your eyes, “You are a dream I could have never imagined.”
His hands tighten around your upper arms at your confession, his throat too tight to speak so he settles on gently pressing his lips to yours letting his actions speak for him. You accept his affection, the soft kiss saying everything you needed to hear. When the kiss finally ends you rest your head on his outstretched arm, snuggling close to enjoy his warmth.
“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you whisper, “what if all of this is just a dream?”
Shoto rests his hand on the back of your head, “Sleep love, I will be right here when you wake up.”
You push yourself against him even more letting his reassurance lull you to sleep. It was the best sleep you had ever experienced, you even slept until well after the sun rose, not waking up until cold air hit the skin of your back.
You frown, turning yourself over to get completely under the covers and seek out Shoto’s left side. You blindly feel around the bed, seeking out his warmth but all you felt was cold sheets. Your eyes fly open and you scan the room, looking for any sign he was still there.
When every inch of the room had been investigated you slip on the clothes he had given you the night before and leave the bedroom. Maybe he was just eating breakfast and waiting for you to wake up. You make a circle around the house, even checking the bathroom to see if he was showering but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Trying to push down the panic rising in your throat you sit down under the warm kotatsu. Maybe he was just running a quick errand and was already on his way back. You bring your tail around to your lap, holding onto the end of it to try and gain some control over the spiral emotions storming through you.
You did not move from the table, it gave you a good view of the entryway. You sat and watched the door, waiting patiently for his return but with each passing hour, your hope dwindled.
Just as all confidence you had waned the lock on the front door turned and the door flung open. You spring from the table to rush over and greet Shoto. You knew he would not abandon you!
You round the corner to the entryway a large simile on your face as you ready yourself to jump into his arms and froze. It was not Shoto standing on the tile in the entryway but a woman with bright green flames for hair.
“Whoo sorry I am late, the traffic getting here was terrible.” She held out a coat that was resting over her arm.
“It is pretty cold out so I grabbed you a spare coat to wear.”
You take a step back from the stranger, “Who are you?”
“Oh shit, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I am Kamiji Moe also known as the hero Burnin! I am a sidekick at Endeavors agency. He ran into some trouble earlier with a group of villains so he sent me to pick you up instead.”
You wrap your hands around your waist looking down at the ground, “I don’t want to go anywhere without speaking to Shoto.”
She winces, “I know going to new places can be scary but I promise Endeavor located a great shelter for you. It will work to get you back on your feet and get you real-life skills so you can eventually live on your own. It even had a great cafeteria where they will cook for you and all the other hybrids every day.”
You shake your head, “ I won’t leave without seeing Shoto.”
Kamiji sighed, “I understand you want to talk to him but Endeavor made it clear you had to be out of the house by noon, that was the deal he made so you could stay here for the night.”
You bring your tail up to hold the appendage trying to keep calm, “Plans changed, I am staying here,” You insisted, looking at the ground.
“Look I understand you are nervous about going to a shelter but I really don’t have time for this. Right now there are villains swarming the streets hurting dozens of innocents and I am here stuck helping you instead of out there. I need you to come with me so that I can go and help Endeavor.”
Fat tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t understand Shoto-”
“No, you don’t understand. Endeavor stuck his neck out for you taking you here for the night he has been working for years to repair the relationship with his son after he fucked it up. If he breaks the promise he made last night it could set their relationship back even more. I will not let you get in the way of his hard work because you are nervous.”
You step back wanting to go back to the bed that still smelled of the night before. “Please, Shoto said I could stay here.”
“He said that? He said those exact words, that you can stay here.”
Your mouth falls open, “Well not those words exactly but-”
“But nothing, unless he explicitly said you can stay here I need you to come with me, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. If he wanted you to stay he would have said so, is very blunt.”
You look around the room desperate, “Can you call him and ask, I am sure this is a misunderstanding.” But in the back of your mind, you wondered if maybe she was right, that he did not want you to stay. The little seed of doubt had been planted, cracking what you thought was a sound foundation.
She shook her head, “He is out in the field right now, I don’t want to distract him from something like this.”
You grasped desperately for straws but your hands were empty, you had no argument why she should let you stay here.
“Can you give me his number at least so I can call him later?” Maybe the shelter will have a phone you can use. Surely when he gets your call he will bring you back home.
“Sure, I’ll give you his number if you come with me, hell I’ll even let him know that you are going to call him after his shift ends.”
“O-Ok I will come with you.” you agree, wrapping your tial around your waist, your ears flat against your head.
“Great, I have a car waiting out front,” she shoveled the coat in her hands to you, “Like I said it is pretty cold out so put this on. Thankfully the care is already warm so you will only be out in the cold for a minute.”
You silently take the coat and follow her to the car, taking one last look at the house before stepping into the large black SUV. The drive to the shelter was not too long, Kamiji was on the phone the whole ride ordering sidekicks to different locations based on police reports.
Stepping into the shelter you felt numb, you knew people were talking to you but their faces blurred together. You did not care about any of them, you wanted Shoto back, this place smelled of sad broken hybrids.
Kamiji only stayed long enough to give one of the workers enough information for them to accept you into their shelter, leaving you with a small piece of paper with Shoto’s number scribbled on it. You clutch the paper tight to your chest, its presence the only thing keeping you calm.
You remember Kamiji’s order not to call until dark and wait by the phone, ignoring the workers as they try to get you to set up your new room. You did not see the point in getting settled when by the end of the night you should be back into his arms.
“Are you sure you don’t at least want to eat something, you need your strength,” A sweet hybrid asked, gently pushing a bowl of food towards your slouched form.
You shake your head, “No, I will eat with Shoto.”
She presses her lips into a thin line, “How about a few bites, just to keep your energy up that way when you see him you won’t be exhausted.”
“I don’t want anything,” you snap, instantly feeling terrible when her expression falls.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I am too stressed to eat that is all, when he picks me up I will eat I promise.”
The nice hybrid shoulders sag, “Alright then I will check on you in a bit. It is dark out so after you make the call feel free to find me, I am usually in the library this time of day.”
You nod, wanting her to leave you alone so you could get the communal phone. You had been waiting hours to be able to call him.
For the first time all day you had energy, standing up you rush over to the phone, ignoring how you cut in line two other hybrids you eagerly dial the number scribbled onto the ripped paper, doubling checking to make sure you had every number right before pressing the call button.
The dial tone rang in your ear, taunting you while you waited. Agonizing seconds went by until an automated voice gave you instructions on how to leave a message. Hanging up the phone you call again, and again, and again. He would pick up the phone, he had to pick up the phone.
The people behind you begin to grow annoyed, telling you to call later but you ignore their angry jabs, dialing his number once more. He would pick up this time you were sure of it.
It is days later lying on the floor of your new room with the phone to your ear listening to the same automated voicemail that you realize he was never going to answer.
Kinktober Day 27 - Breeding part l feat. Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader
EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
tags/warnings:Hybrid reader, breeding, oral sex (receiving and giving), mild somnophilia, mild power imbalance, angst,mentions of past abuse, some abo dynamics, She/Her pronouns
summary:Abandoned by your old master and left to die you believe your life is over but when a large man saves you from the dumpster and takes you to a new home you find the happiness you never thought you could have.
•─────⋅Ѽ⋅─────• “Why would you bring her here?” A cool voice hissed from the other room. You grabbed ahold of your soft tail and hold it close to your chest to find some comfort.
Tonight had filled you with a whirlwind of emotions your mind was still trying to understand. One minute you were in the cold wet dumpster master left you in and the next a large orange man was pulling you into his warm arms. You were too weak to even bother putting up a fight, you laid limp in his strong arms as he carried you through the city of Tokyo.
Some time during the walk, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you see is the ceiling to a very nice home. You wiggle your arms around a little and resist the urge to moan at the amazing feeling of the soft fabric caressing your skin. You turn your head to rub your cheek and could not stop the purr arising from your throat from the smell of the cushions. The fragrance reminds you of the sharp smell of a cold night with the smokey undertones of a fire.
Only when you heard the fight begin in the other room did you stop the vibrations in your throat, not wanting to alert anyone you were awake.
“I could not take her with me Shoto, my hotel room is not accommodating to hybrids.” The deep commanding voice sighed, “I understand this is not ideal but I could not bring myself to drop her off at the shelter.”
“That is bullshit,” the cool one called Shoto begins to pace the room, “You are meddling in my life again. I‘ve told you a hundred times I will never undertake in the care of a hybrid and yet you ignore my wishes.” He lets out a dry laugh, “what else is new.”
“Shoto it was not like that. You should have seen her, she was practically frozen, left in an alleyway dumpster to die by whoever was caring for her.”
“So take her to a shelter, not my home. Or If you are that worried about her find a hotel that will accommodate hybrids and keep her there, it is not like you, the number one hero, is hurting for money.”
“The hero conference filled up all available hotel rooms, even with pulling strings there were no rooms.” The man sighed, “I understand your distrust in my decision to bring her here, I deserve nothing less. I was not trying to force a hybrid in your care. I swear I will come tomorrow after the conference to pick her up, hotel rooms should open up by then.”
The pacing stopped, “One-night old man, that is all I will do. If you are not here by noon tomorrow I will drop her off at the nearest shelter.”
“Thank you, Shoto. Please call me if anything changes, if not I will be here by noon tomorrow.” The deep voice man stepped out of the other room into the room where you were resting. You quickly slam your eyes shut hoping he would mistake you for being asleep.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “I know you are awake.”
You press your eyes tighter together, keeping your breathing even to keep up the ruse.
“I know Shoto sounds upset, but it is me he is mad at, not you. You will be safe here tonight and I will come back in the morning to take you anywhere you want to go.”
You crack open one eye, “Promise?” You whisper, your voice hoarse.
The man nodded, “I swear.”
You press your chapped lips together. You did not want to leave this place, it was so warm and smelled so nice. But if the owner of this home did not want you to stay it was better to leave before he leaves you into a dumpster as your other master had.
You nod, “sounds like a plan.”
He nods bringing his hand up to rub awkwardly your head, “that is the spirit.”
“Do not be afraid to ask Shoto for help tonight. He is a good hero and will take care of you.”
“Ok,” you agree knowing damn well there was no way you would ask anything of Shoto. You did not want to accidentally set him off and end up right back where you started. You would ignore the gnawing hunger and foul smell coating your skin if it means you could stay here for the night.
“Well, I will be off then,” He stood to his full height, grabbing his coat off the hook by the door. “Remember what I said, anything you need do not be afraid to ask for.” He opens the sliding door into the home and quietly closes it, leaving you and the strange man alone in the home.
Your ears were perked up all the way to try and make out where in the house the man was but his footsteps were so quiet when he was not pacing it was near impossible to trace his movements. You could not even rely on your sense of smell to give him away as the whole house already was drenched in his scent.
You curl up tighter onto the soft couch, making sure your belly was guarded. You knew the big man promised you were in no danger and his voice held sincerity but you could not bring yourself to relax. What if he was wrong and Shoto hated you for invading his home? Many hybrids would fight to the death if someone invaded their territory.
“Are you in pain?”
A small eep leaves your throat as Shoto’s upside-down face appeared right in front of yours. His head tilts with curiosity at the sound you make, his bicolored eyebrows furrowing.
“Is that how you talk? This will definitely make communication more difficult.” He walks around the couch, crouching down. He brings a hand to his chest, “I am Shoto.” He said, his words slow and louder than before, “I mean you no harm.”
One arm slowly waves in a semi-circle to point to the room you are in. “This is my house, you will stay here with me for the night.”
He closely watches your face for any sign of understanding. Not wanting him to repeat himself you slowly nod.
“Are you hungry?” He rubs his hands over his stomach.
You nod.
“Do you like cold soba? I have some already made in my fridge.”
You could not stop yourself from cringing at his suggestion, the idea of putting anything cold into your was revolting.
“So no cold soba.” He brings his hands to his chin mumbling to himself, “I do have some leftovers in the fridge but none of it would be appealing to a hybrid.”
“I will order you something to eat. Is there anything you would like to eat?” He pretends to dial on the phone to illustrate his plan.
You spring up and grab the phone from his hand, too excited to remember your manners. You quickly type in the name of your favorite hybrid-friendly restaurant, delighted to see they were still in business. The last time you were able to eat there was with your first master for your birthday.
You scroll through their menu, scanning each item’s ingredients until you found it, their three skewers yakitori special. Each yakitori came with a different kind of meat and vegetable layered on the stick. You especially loved this dish because you did not need to bother with utensils when eating.
You turn the phone to face the stunned Shoto, “This.” You say, pointing at the dish, “I want this please.”
“So you can talk,” He mumbles, gently taking his phone back to complete the order.
You wilt, your excitement had made you forget your place. Master always hated when you spoke without permission, “Yes, I’m sorry I did not ask for permission first.” You sink down into the couch further, “I’m also sorry about taking your phone from your hand.”
He shakes his head, “No, I was not mad.” He looks down at the phone in his hand, “Just surprised, for a minute there I thought you could not speak. This makes it much easier. You do not need permission to speak, that would become annoying. Just say what you are thinking so I know what you need.”
“Ok.” You smile, straightening your back and bringing your legs up to sit criss cross on the couch, “I like that.”
“Good, I am glad we agree.” He puts his phone into his front pocket, “Your order should be here in about an hour, would you like to bathe while you wait for it to arrive?”
You scrunch your nose, “Yes, I stink.”
He nodded, “It is definitely not a pleasant smell.”
“Master threw me in a dumpster, there were all kinds of gross things in there. Even worse was all the bugs, they kept crawling across my face but I was too tired to swat at them.”
His body stiffened at your words, “A dumpster? Master?”
“Yeah, that is where the orange guy found me. I was so happy when he pulled me out of there, it was cold and smelly.”
“Why would someone put you in a dumpster?” He asked, his voice holding that same sharpness from when he first spoke to the orange man.
You bring your tail around to your lap, wrapping your fingers around the soft fur there, “Uh, I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Did he keep you captive?” he brings his hands to your knees, gently rubbing each of them.
You shrug trying to pretend his question did not affect you, “he was my master.”
“It is illegal for someone to keep a hybrid against their will. It has been illegal for over a decade.”
You could feel your bottom lip begin to wobble, uncomfortable with where the questioning was going. “He was trying to keep me safe,” you mumble, “He said a hybrid like me would get taken advantage of if I had no one to look after me.”
“Oh, I am sure he came up with a lot of excuses. Did anyone ever notice what he was doing?”
Your grip on your tail tightened, “The neighbors started to ask questions but master assured them I was there willingly.”
“They never bothered to ask you if you were there willingly?”
You shake your head, “No, no one ever asked me.”
The hands on your knees pressed down harder, “Some protection he gave, dumping you into a pile of trash.”
You shrug, “It was my fault he left me there.”
“How could it possibly be your fault?”
You bite down on your bottom lip with one fang trying to find the right words. You did not want Shoto to be afraid of you but lying was not an option, you had a feeling he would be able to see right through it.
“You promise you won’t make me leave tonight?”
He squeezes down, “I swear.”
You look up at the ceiling to avoid his beautiful eyes, “I bit him.”
Shoto let out a snort of laughter, “I am sure he deserved it.”
Your head snaps down to meet his gaze, “He did!”
You let the pent-up emotions you had been pushing down for years finally bubble up, “He told me if I wanted to stay in his home I would have to spend my next heat with him.” Your lips draw up in disgust, “I would rather die than have him touch me.”
Shoto’s face remained neutral, encouraging you to continue.
“So when my heat came this cycle and he tried to touch me I bit his finger until it came off.”
Shoto smiled, “Good girl.”
You freeze for a second, his praise wrapping around you like a warm blanket. It had been so long since anyone had given you praise. You tried to continue the story, ignoring how your heart started to flutter in your chest.
“He was so mad but he could not try to touch me again because he had to go to the hospital to have it sewn back on.”
“Were they able to reattach it?”
Your mouth lifts into a sly grin, “Nope, they said the wound was too jagged and the nerves too torn to even attempt to reattach it. They just stitched it closed and gave him some medicine.”
“Serves the bastard right. What happened when he got home?”
You wince, “That is why I ended up in the dumpster. I was lucky he was in too much pain to hit me again.”
Shoto’s lips pulled back revealing his teeth, “What a pile of shit.” He brought himself in a little closer, letting you take in a whiff of his mouthwatering scent. “Can you do me a favor?”
You nodded eagerly, wanting to help him in any way.
“Never call him master again ok. His is not your master; he is a rotten bastard who deserves to get the shit beat out of him. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I will try.”
He smiles softly, “That is all I ask.” He stands to his full height, “Now how about that bath.“
You leap off the couch and stretch up your arms, “A bath sounds wonderful!”
He waves his hand, “Follow me then.”
You follow a few paces behind him, expecting to have him open the door leading outside but instead the sliding door he opens leads to a huge bathroom. There was a tiled shower with a small metal stool and detachable shower head in the front part of the room but the real centerpiece was the large, deep bath in the back. It was nearly the size of the entire bathroom master had in his house.
You turn to face Shoto, “Am I really allowed to use this?”
“Of course, why would you not be?”
You clasp your hands together, “Mas- I mean the other man never let me use his bath.”
“So how did you get clean?”
“I used a basin outside.”
Shoto’s fists clench, “It’s winter, the temperature is well below freezing outside.”
You shrug, “He never cared how cold it was or that I hate cold water.”
The muscles in Shoto’s neck tensed, his eyes darkening for a second before he closed them to take in a deep breath. “I am liking that man less and less.”
He reached underneath the sink and pulled out two fluffy towels, his face still twisted in a scowl, “You are free to use anything I have in here. There is a spare toothbrush on the counter and I will look around for some clean clothes for you to wear while you are bathing.”
He sets the towels down and turns on the water to the shower, testing its temperature before leaving you alone to clean yourself.
When the door shuts you stand still in the room for a minute trying to wrap your head around how you could have gotten so lucky. No one has ever bothered to treat you like you mattered before. Even your first master only ever says you as an object, something to keep them entertained. When they were bored they simply gave you away, not even bothering to look back as they walked to their car.
You were glad Shoto had left, you did not want him to see the tears running down your cheeks you could not bring yourself to wipe away. Your tears continued to fall long after you settled into the warm bathwater.
It was not until the aroma of dinner drifting into the bathroom you were able to halt the steady flow and quickly dry off, the idea of a warm meal pulling your mind out of the past. You wrap the towel around yourself under your arms and poke your head out of the room to look around the hallway. With the coast clear you open the door more to step out only to feel something soft under your foot.
You peek down and see the clothes Shoto laid out for you some time while you were in the bath. You are glad you were starving or you definitely would have started crying again. Quickly retreating back into the bathroom to throw on his clothes you follow your nose back into the dining room where the food was now laid out on the short table in the middle of the room covered in a kotatsu.
Shoto sat at one end of the table with his own food laid out in front of him. “Please,” he waved his hand, “Sit anywhere you like.”
You take a second to debate where to sit but end up taking a seat on the floor right next to him, wanting to take in as much of his scent as possible. You were only going to get one night with him so you might as well make it one to remember.
If Shoto was surprised he did not show it, instead his features relaxed even more as you press your thigh against his fighting the urge to purr at how right it all felt.
“Is the big man your father?” you ask, picking up one of the yakitori to bring to your mouth.
Shoto’s upper lip lifted, “Yes, Endeavor is my father.”
“Do you not like him?”
Shoto held the bowl of cold soba even tight, his fingers nearly white, “It is complicated,” he finally answered, his voice tight.
You press your leg against his a little harder, wordlessly giving your support. “He told me you would take good care of me and that I had nothing to worry about.” you put down the skewer and place your hand over his, “he was right.”
The dark gleam in Shoto’s eyes lightened and he even gave you a soft smile. The rest of dinner was easy, you both asked generic questions; what is your favorite color, if you could live anywhere where would it be, your favorite movie, and why?
By the time both of you finished eating it was well past midnight. Shoto is the first to stand taking the dirty plates to the kitchen.
“I have a guest bedroom for you to sleep in, it is just down the hall from my room.”
You reach around and grab your tail, “Can I sleep with you?” You mumble too weak to speak up.
“What did you say, I could not hear you?” Shoto steps closer, crouching down to be able to look you in the eyes.
Biting down on your inner cheek you ask again, “Can I sleep with you, I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyebrows lifted and his mouth dropped open slightly, “You want to sleep with me?”
You nod your head your throat too tight to let you speak.
“Are you sure? I do not have a western bed and my room is plain. You would probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bed in the guest room, it even has a tv.”
You wrap your fingers around his wrist, “I won’t be clingy or hog the blankets,” your thumb strokes the skin on the back of his hand, “I will even sleep on the floor, I just can’t bear the idea of being alone tonight.”
Shoto looked around the room putting together his thoughts while you pleaded silently with your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “How could I say no when you look at me like that.”
He brings his fingers to your ears and gently strokes the soft fur covering them, “If that is what you want, you are welcome to come to bed with me.”
You throw yourself forward wrapping your arms around his lean waist and push your face into his stomach too excited to speak. When you peek your eyes up you notice the shocked expression on his face, like he had short-circuited. You quickly pull back your hug worried you crossed a boundary.
“No,” his hand pushes you back to him, “It is ok, I was surprised that is all.” He pressed his lips together, looking down at you with an expression you have never seen, “It has been a while since someone has hugged me.”
You tighten the arms around his waist hugging him even more. You both stay like that for a minute, enjoying each other embrace. Only when your arms started to grow tired did you reluctantly release your hold and stand.
You both head to his bedroom down the hall. When he opened the door you could see what he meant by plain. On the floor was a Tatami mat covered in a white futon and two pillows. There was a solid wood dresser and closet and a small plant in one corner of the room.
“I told you it was empty.”
“It is empty but it smells wonderful in here,” the entire room was covered in his smell, you could tell he spent most of his time home in here.
Shoto sniffed the air and frowned, “I don’t smell anything.”
You shrug, “hybrids have a really good sense of smell.”
“Oh,” Shoto looked down at you, “what does the room smell like?”
Your face grows hot, “it smells like you.”
Shoto’s eyebrows raise, “What do I smell like?”
You covered your eyes too embarrassed to look him in the eye as you answered his question, “It is hard to describe,” you mumble.
“Can you try, I am curious.”
You slowly lower one hand, ignoring how hot your face felt, and meet his tender gaze, “It’s like when you go out at night and the air is so cold every breath hurts and your face gets numb, the icy metallic smell from being out in that temperature is one of the smells you have.”
Shoto nods urging you to continue.
“But mixed with that is an overtone of smoke,” you laugh, “it makes me think of a campfire in the mountains.”
Shoto’s hand goes to his chin, “Interesting, and this smell is strong in this room?”
“Yes, areas where you spend the most time will have the strongest smell.”
“Is there anything you can do being a hybrid?”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, “I have pretty good hearing and can jump higher than most people but that is about it.”
Shoto walks to his bed on the floor, pulling back the blankets, “Do you like being a hybrid?”
You join him by the bed, sitting down on the soft futon, “I have never known any different but if I had to choose I would not be a hybrid.” You bring your knees to your chest, “Life is so much harder for those deemed hybrids, if I was like everyone else I would not have been stuck with mas- I mean that man for as long as I was.”
You look up at Shoto and smile, “But if I was not a hybrid I would not have had the chance to meet you so I guess it’s not all bad.”
Shoto stiffened, his mouth slack for a second before he was able to collect himself and climb into the bed with you. He did not respond to what you had said but you needed no response when he slowly intertwined his fingers with yours.
You listen to his breathing slow until it was at an even pace with a few mumbles as he spoke in his sleep. You did not bother trying to fall asleep, instead using the time to admire the man sleeping next to you. With his eyes closed you were able to scoot in closer and stare at his face, taking in the scar covering his left eyes and the unique colors of his hair. You had never seen someone as beautiful as him.
Your eyes inadvertently traveled down his neck, inspecting the strong muscle covered by the thin material of his shirt. You shift your legs ignoring the heat gathering in your lower body as your eyes drift down to the bulge in his pants.
You knew humans can be weird about their nudity, choosing to hide their bodies with many layers of clothes but you were so curious. A quick look would not hurt, right? Your watch his face carefully making sure he was sound asleep before slipping one finger underneath the elastic band of his pants.
Holding your breath you lift your finger bring the material up to expose the soft bicolored hair at the base of his soft cock. Your eyes grew wide realizing how large he was without even being erect.
Letting the elastic slip from your fingers you settle back to your side of the bed and try to pretend the last five minutes never happened. You roll onto your side and even out your breathing happening you would eventually grow bored enough to drift off to sleep. When that does not work you switch to your stomach and lie completely still waiting for the darkness to take over.
But it was hopeless! Every time you were able to turn your mind off enough to relax images of Shoto’s body pop into your thoughts preventing any hope of you being able to sleep. Maybe if you get another peek your brain will be satisfied enough to relax and let you fall asleep. Turning back on your side to face Shoto you watch him intensely for a few minutes, monitor everything from his chest rising to the movement of his fingers.
Only when you were sure he was dead asleep did you allow your hand to move down his body once again to lift the edge of his pants. The lower half of your body was throbbing, begging you to keep going, and against your better judgment you do.
You bring your other hand down his abdomen, taking the time to admire the hard muscle under his soft skin. You peek up at his face once again to confirm he was still soundly asleep and take the leap wrapping your fingers around his length.
He shifted around, a small groan leaving his lips and for a second you were sure you had been caught but once he settled into a new position he returned to his sedated state. You let out the breath you had been holding and look down at your hand, the sight itself nearly set you over the edge.
His cock was still soft under your grip, the skin so warm against your palm. Deciding to push your luck you slowly bring your hand up the length of his cock mesmerized by the way he felt against your skin.
With each pump of your hand, his cock grew in size until it rested on his lower stomach, nearly touching his belly button. You continue to stroke him, enjoying the new sensation his erect cock created. You loved watching the was his foreskin would travel up to cover the head of his cock as you moved your hand up and then retreated down to expose the head of his cock as your hand neared the base of his erection.
You were so focused on the movements of your hand you did not notice the body underneath your begin to shift around. Tightening your fist you use the precum now gathered at the tip of his cock to slick your fingers, making it much easier to pump your hand.
You could feel his cock begin to throb and grow more excited wanting nothing more than to watch Shoto fall over the edge. You press your body against his even more waiting to see as much as you could but when you were sure he was only a few pumps away from finishing a strong cool hand wraps around your wrist halting your movements.
Immediate dread fills your chest when a groggy voice asks, “What are you doing?”
You immediately release your hold on his cock and try to escape out of the bed but the hold on your wrist kept you in place.
“I’m sorry,” you cry, trying to slip your hand free, “I’m so sorry Shoto.”
Shoto uses his hold on your wrist to pull you closer. You had no chance of pulling away, he was much stronger than you.
“Baby what were you doing?” he asks again his voice only filled with concern.
Your throat tightens as panic starts to take over, he was going to kick you out. You ruined everything. You try again to free your hand wanting to get as far away from your mistake as you could but he held you firmly, pulling you in even closer until he was able to wrap his arms around you, pressing you against his chest.
You wiggle your body trying to escape his hold but his hold was unrelenting. He used his hand to pet your back, mumbling soft words trying to get you to calm down. You go limp in his hold, giving up escaping, you made this bed now it is time to lay in it.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
You shake your head burying your face into his chest to hide.
He sighed, gently prying your face from his chest so he could see you, “I am not mad, I just want to know what all that was about.”
Heat fills your cheeks as you think about what you had been doing only moments ago to Shoto. You took a deep breath, you owed him an explanation no matter how much you wanted to hideaway.
“I was curious,” you mumble, eyes looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.
“Curious? What were you curious about?”
You use one of your small fangs to bite the inside of your cheek while you tried to think how you could explain without making it even worse. “It started out admiring your face while you were sleeping,” you cringed that sounded terrible when you said it out loud but you keep going. “Before I knew it my eyes traveled down there,” you pause gathering the courage to finish your explanation, “And I could not stop myself from looking.”
“You did not stop there though, why were you touching me?”
“I tried resisting,” you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time needing him to understand, “But after I looked the first time I could not fall asleep no matter what I tried.” You press your thighs together remembering the throbbing that was there earlier. “I thought if I acted on my curiosity and got it out of my system I would be able to fall asleep.”
“Did it help when you acted on your curiosity?”
“No,” you whine, “It made it worse.”
“So do you want to continue?” He asked, his voice calm.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, really?”
“I don’t see why not, if it will help you sleep I am happy to help.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
He shrugged, “there are worse ways to wake up, though I would prefer you ask before you do it again.”
The familiar warmth returns to your lower body, “Are you sure?” You try to keep the excitement out of your voice not wanting to sway him into a decision he may regret.
He held up his finger, “You can have full access to my body on one condition.”
You eagerly nod your head ready to agree to just about anything if it meant your hands could return to touching his body.
He leans in closer until his mouth is only inches away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “When you have had your fill exploring I get a turn exploring you.”
“Huh?” Your body jerks backward away from his mouth, “You want to explore me?”
He smiles, “Yes darling, I want to explore your body.”
Your mouth slacks open and your eyes widen. Of all the things he could have asked of you this possibility never crossed your mind.
He scoots in closer to where you had drifted, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of your thighs. “Unless that is too much for you?”
You look down to the bulge in his pants and nearly moan as you make out the wet spot near the top of his cock. Damn it you would do anything to have your hands around him again. “No, that sounds fair,” you stutter unable to hide how the idea really made you feel.
He pushed himself back, resting his weight on his elbows and leaving his legs slightly spread to give you plenty of room to settle in between them.
“Alright, then what are you waiting for,” he gestured to his lower half, “please continue with your adventure.”
You have no time to even reflect on the consequences of your decision and instead rush forward, settling in between his spread thighs. You waste no time grabbing the sides of his pants and pulling down the material letting his cock spring up and onto his stomach.
You nearly wept on the spot being able to see his member without anything in the way. The soft hair at the base of his cock was colored the same way as the hair on his head making you suppress a giggle. “The carpet matches the drapes huh?” You tease.
He brings his elbow up to cover his eyes and groans, “You are lucky Denki already informed me about that joke otherwise you would have had to explain it to me.”
You laugh, dragging your fingers up his thigh, “has this friend also explored you?”
“Ha no, he is simply an idiot with no filter who loves to say obscure sayings.” He looks down at you with a look in his eyes you have not seen before, “The two of you would get along.”
“Well,” your hand brushes across his inner thigh as you draw slow lazy circles in his skin, “I do have one thing in common with Denki,” your hand slides up and you circle your hand around his cock, “We both love to tease you.”
Not waiting for his response you drag your hand up watching with fascination as his abs under his shirt grow taut as you stroke his cock. Wanting to see more you use your free hand to lift up his shirt exposing the soft skin of his stomach where you watch the muscles flex along with each pump of your hand.
Shoto could no longer speak, instead, his gaze had widened as he watched you stroke his cock. You missed the sound of his voice and were determined to have it return. You bring one hand down to cup his heavy balls and without thinking bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, licking across the slick slit, cleaning away the bead of precum that had accumulated.
Your effort was instantly rewarded with a soft moan leaving Shoto’s spread lips. Wanting to hear more you open your lips and take the head into your mouth. Instantly his hands settled on your shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscles there. Emboldened by his reaction you relax your jaw and push your mouth down more making sure to tease the underside of his cock with your tongue.
The soft moans grew desperate the closer you came to the bottom of his cock. You were nearly choking, your mind grew fuzzy but you kept going, addicted to the sounds he was making. Only when black spots started to appear did you bring your head back up, settling on sucking on the tip while your other hand stroked the base.
His fingers tighten to a bruising hold, panting as you move your mouth in time with your hand working to drive him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back exposing the column of his neck, “Please don’t stop.”
You purr around his cock, pleased at his reaction, and suck even harder, your cheeks hollowing. His moans grow even more guttural and his cock begins to throb in your mouth.
“Wait,” He panted, pushing against your shoulders, “Fuck baby I’m going to-” a whine leaves his throat as you lick a line up the length of his cock.
“Come? Are you going to come?” You laugh while pumping your hand slick with spit and precum, “Then come baby, I want your taste on my tongue,” and with no delay you wrap your lips around him once more just in time to catch the spurt of cum on your tongue, taking the time to swallow every ounce until he gently pried your mouth away with a pop.
“Too sensitive,” he said through gritted teeth when you gave him a confused look.
“Oh,” you huff trying and failing to hide your disappointment at losing your new toy.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled brushing back a strand of hair covering your face, “You can have plenty of time to explore later, but now it is my turn.”
His words were a cold bucket of water thrusting you back into reality. You had been so excited to explore him that you completely forgot about the deal you had made earlier.
“Oh, are you sure you want to do that now, I know you must be tired?”
He smirked, pushing himself up and closer to you until his face was only inches from yours. “Oh, I am not tired, in fact, I am just getting started. You had your fun,” He looked down to the apex of your thighs, “now I want mine.”
You press your thighs together unable to hide the effect his words had on you. The look on his face reminds you of a cat sneaking up on its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. “What are you going to do?” You ask, your voice shaking.
He gently pushed against your shoulders lowered your body until your back was against the futon, “Don’t worry darling, I promise you will enjoy my exploration.”
His hands trailed down your abdomen, taking their time to circle around the sensitive skin as they descend. You watch with wide eyes as one hand settles on your hips keeping you still as the other hand slips under the elastic band of your pants. You were not wearing underwear so his hand made direct contact with your pussy.
A low moan leaves his throat when he finds the wetness already gathered gives away how excited your body was for his touch, “Fuck, you got this wet from sucking my cock?”
You could only whimper when you tried to answer him, the hungry look on his face too overwhelming for your mind to process.
“You did, didn’t you?” His gaze lowered, mesmerized by the wet spot on your pants, “You are dripping wet from having your lips around me.” His body lowered until he was settled in between your spread thighs.
His hand on your thigh grabbed the edge of your pants and tugged down until the pants slipped off your body, settling around your ankles allowing you to kick off the material. With your last shield gone, there was nothing impairing his view of your sopping cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut unable to look as he takes in the sight.
You both sat frozen for what seemed like hours until his hand resumed its position on your hip, gently pushing your hips down, caging you to the ground. His other hand trialed up your inner thigh, making soft circles until they reached your center.
You held your breath unsure what he was going to do next. You crack open one eye only to see his hand reach up and spread open the lips of your cunt exposing you completely to his predatory gaze.
Again he did not move forward to dive in, instead, he let his eyes linger on your sex, taking in every inch. For a second your fear coursed through your veins as you wondered if something was wrong, what if he did not like what he was seeing? You slam your eyes shut again not wanting to see a look of disapproval come across his face.
His warm breath fanned across your slick skin for another minute leaving you withering under him. You yelped when a warm liquid drips directly onto your clit and ran down your slit to settle around your entrance. You immediately lift your head to peek down and gawk at the lewd sight. Shoto had a string of saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue onto your spread pussy.
Your thighs trembled as you forced yourself to keep them spread, your mind shutting down as he continued to drip more of his warm spit onto your soaked sex. Only when you were absolutely dripping did he bring his tongue back into his mouth and move his hands to settle under your ass, tilting your hips until your pussy was in his direct line of action.
You bring your hands up to your face, hiding away as his warm, slick tongue dragged up the slit of your sloppy cunt, gathering the mix of both your juices and bringing them into his mouth. He groaned, “Good thing I let you explore first,” he slid one finger around your clenching entrance, “Because I could come just from the taste of you.”
“Shoto,” you whine, pushing your palms into your eyes so hard you could see small stars forming, “You can’t say things like that.”
He chuckles, “Why not? It’s true, you taste so good I could eat this pussy for hours and still crave your taste.”
“Y-You are evil,” you whimper, your legs shaking as his finger circling your entrance slowly breaches your tight hole.
“Huh, what was that?” He teased, adding another finger to your entrance, stretching your open hole even wider.
“You are evil,” you hiss, the burn of the stretch adding to the pleasure.
“Evil?” He used his thumb to make wide lazy circles around your clit. “If being evil means I get to tease someone as beautiful as you like this, I think I chose the wrong career path.”
A third finger joins the others, twisting around inside you while the tip of his tongue lashes at your clit. You have to reach down and bury your fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he pushes you further than ever before.
“That’s it,” he purred, curling his fingers upwards, “Hold onto me baby.”
You mewl at his words, tightening your fingers even more. If your hold on his hair was painful he hid it beautifully, working even harder to elevate your pleasure. It was a wonder you had not yet passed out, your chest heaving as the tingling in your abdomen started to spread making it hard to do anything but feel.
Too focused on how you were feeling you had no warning before lips encased your clit, drawing the tender bud into his mouth with a strong suck. Your back arches off the bed, your hips rising up to meet his mouth while your feet scramble up so you can escape the intense pleasure.
Smirking at your reaction he brings your thighs to rest over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the trembling limbs. “You won’t get away from me that easily.”
The fingers in you twist up, pressing against something inside that created a new visceral pleasure. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, you try to pry his head away, the oncoming wave too overwhelming.
He easily swatted away your shaking fingers, redoubling his efforts to push you over the edge. Unable to escape you toss your head from side to side unable to even breathe, your muscles wound too tight.
“Shoto!” You breathlessly cry out as the tension finally releases and strong electric pulses flow through your skin. Your soft thighs clench down on Shoto’s head, caging him as his tongue and finger continue to drive you higher. You were helpless to do anything but feel, your muscles clenching and releasing with each wave to release. Your small convulsions only encourage Shoto who continues to tease you, only stopping when your body goes lax under him, your thighs falling open.
He gives your swollen cunt one last lick, enjoying the sight of his hard work. Your heart still pounded against your chest as you take shallow breaths, your body still recovering.
Taking mercy on you, Shoto removes his fingers from your quivering hole and places a soft kiss on your lower stomach, his lips tracing up your skin until he reaches your mouth. Using the little energy you had left you raise your head to meet his lips, opening your mouth to let his tongue in to explore.
He moans into your mouth, his tongue tracing the line of your teeth before diving in deeper, teasing your tongue. The erotic flavor of your juices on his tongue was almost enough to send you over the edge again You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
He pulled his lips back, “I am not going anywhere, you don’t need to worry.”
You bury your head in his shoulder, taking in a deep breath of his scent, “I want to be closer with you.’ You mumble, hoping he would understand what you needed.
His breathing stopped for a second but his arms tightened around you, holding you close to his chest.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, “Please.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down to see his erection pressed in-between the middle of your bodies.
“There is no going back from this,” He looks back up, his eyes holding a new emotion, “If we do this I won’t ever let you go.”
Your throat tightens, “Promise?”
“Fuck,” He says breathlessly, “I promise baby.”
He moves his torso back until he sat in between your spread legs on his knees. He raised your hips to rest on his thighs, “You look so fucking sexy right now spread open and waiting for my cock,” he smiled, using his thumb to brush over your swollen bud.
“Tomorrow during my patrol all I am going to be thinking about is how pretty this pussy will look pussy stretched open and full of my cum.”
You whimper too excited by his words to speak.
“You like that idea baby, like the idea of me filling this pretty pussy to the brim with my cum?”
“Yes,” you sob, wanting him to touch you more. He lifts one of your legs forcing your foot to rest on his shoulder opening you up even more.
“Maybe we will get lucky and I will breed this pussy on the first go. Fuck, how hot you would look swollen with my our child.” He brings the head of his cock to your cunt, swiping it through your slick folds a few times to cover his length on your juices.
“Though I also like the idea of keeping you in this bed, filling you up every night until we get lucky.” He pushes his cock down, lining it with your entrance, “We would have to get a plug for your pussy, making sure to keep all of the cum inside.”
His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock breaching your tight entrance. He gives you a second to adjust, his thumb now circling around your clit.
“I think four would be enough to keep you busy every day, I can’t have my baby bored while I’m at work.”
“Shoto,” you lip your hips wanting him to move deeper, enjoying how his thick cock stretched you open.
“But fuck I don’t think I could ever stop breeding this pussy.” He continues to sink into you, watching your face for any sign of distress.
“Even when you are pregnant with our child I will have to keep you full,” he groaned, finally bottoming out inside you, “That way everyone knows just who you belong to.”
“My sweet baby, so perfect and all mine,” he brings your hand to his chest letting it rest over his heart. You peek down to where you were joined and nearly short circuit at the sight of his cock buried inside you.
Shoto’s hip pulls back, dragging his cock out and leaving you feeling strangely empty before snapping his hips forward creating friction even stronger than his fingers. He gives you no time to adjust before he falls into a rhythm, using his hips to pound you into oblivion while his thumb winds the rope inside you even tighter.
You reach to your side, gripping a hand full of the blanket as he continues to thrust into you. He leans his body forward, pushing your leg closer to your body so his free hand can settle on your breast, pinching one tight peak in between his fingers and tugging on the bud in time with his hips.
The triple threat left you scrambling, the tension inside your building with each well-placed thrust. It was all growing too strong too fast. Your mind grew hazy, the world around you spinning the stronger the tension became.
He must have sensed a change because he grew even more relentless, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts, now hitting a new spot inside you creating a new deeper pleasure.
The rope started to fray, your breathing growing more desperate as your muscles tightened, your tail curling and legs trembling.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, feeling you begin to tighten around his cock, “Let yourself go, I’ll be right here to catch you.”
A loud whine ripped from your throat as the energy gathered in your body releases at once sending you spiraling into nirvana. You could feel your hole clench down his thick cock, milking him as the orgasm continues to ripple through your body.
Shoto did not slow his teasing, instead using his thumb to continue to stroke the side of your clit drawing out your pleasure until you were a puddle too weak to even move your fingers.
Only when he was sure he had squeezed every once of pleasure from you did his soft moan being to fill your ear as his dick pulsed inside you. You could feel his warmth fill your cunt as he found his own release.
He lets your leg fall to the side and collapses on top of your body letting you enjoy the heavy weight of his body pressed against you before wrapping his arms around your back and turning you both onto your sides so he did not have to break the connection.
He presses his forehead against yours, trailing his fingers along the length of your tail. “I never thought I could feel this way for someone before,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “I have only known you a few hours and yet I want to bind myself to you in every way I can, never letting you go.”
You smile weakly, still dazed from how hard he made you come, “I have never felt so happy before.” Tears gathered under your eyes, “You are a dream I could have never imagined.”
His hands tighten around your upper arms at your confession his throat too tight to speak so he settles on gently pressing his lips to yours letting his actions speak for him. You accept his affection, the soft kiss saying everything you needed to hear. When the kiss finally ends you rest your head on his outstretched arm, snuggling close to enjoy his warmth. Your soft purrs were the only sound in the room.
“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you whisper, “what if all of this is just a dream?”
Shoto rests his hand on the back of your head, “Sleep love, I will be right here when you wake up.”
You push yourself against him even more letting his reassurance lull you to sleep. It was the best sleep you had ever experienced, you even slept until well after the sun rose, not waking up until cold air hit the skin of your back.
You frown, turning yourself over to get completely under the covers and seek out Shoto’s left side. You blindly feel around the bed, seeking out his warmth but all you felt was cold sheets. Your eyes fly open and you scan the room, looking for any sign he was still there.
When every inch of the room had been investigated you slip on the clothes he had given you the night before and leave the bedroom. Maybe he was just eating breakfast and waiting for you to wake up. You make a circle around the house, even checking the bathroom to see if he was showering but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Trying to push down the panic rising in your throat you sit down under the warm kotatsu. Maybe he was just running a quick errand and was already on his way back. You bring your tail around to your lap, holding onto the end of it to try and gain some control over the spiral emotions storming through you.
You did not move from the table, it gave you a good view of the entryway. You sat and watched the door, waiting patiently for his return but with each passing hour, your hope dwindled.
Just as all confidence you had waned the lock on the front door turned and the door flung open. You spring from the table to rush over and greet Shoto. You knew he would not abandon you!
You round the corner to the entryway a large simile on your face as you ready yourself to jump into his arms and froze. It was not Shoto standing on the tile in the entryway but a woman with bright green flames for hair.
“Whoo sorry I am late, the traffic getting here was terrible.” She held out a coat that was resting over her arm.
“It is pretty cold out so I grabbed you a spare coat to wear.”
You take a step back from the stranger, “Who are you?”
“Oh shit, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I am Kamiji Moe also known as the hero Burnin! I am a hero at Endeavors agency. He ran into some trouble earlier with a group of villains so he sent me to pick you up instead.”
You wrap your hands around your waist looking down at the ground, “I don’t want to go anywhere without speaking to Shoto.”
She winces, “I know going to new places can be scary but I promise Endeavor located a great shelter for you. It will work to get you back on your feet and get you real-life skills so you can eventually live on your own. It even had a great cafeteria where they will cook for you and all the other hybrids every day.”
You shake your head, “ I won’t leave without seeing Shoto.”
Kamiji sighed, “I understand you want to talk to him but Endeavor made it clear you had to be out of the house by noon, that was the deal he made so you could stay here for the night.”
You bring your tail up to hold the appendage trying to keep calm, “Plans changed, I am staying here,” You insisted, looking at the ground.
“Look I understand you are nervous about going to a shelter but I really don’t have time for this. Right now there are villains swarming the streets hurting dozens of innocents and I am here stuck helping you instead of out there. I need you to come with me so that I can go and help Endeavor.”
Fat tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t understand Shoto-”
“No, you don’t understand. Endeavor stuck his neck out for you taking you here for the night he has been working for years to repair the relationship with his son after he fucked it up. If he breaks the promise he made last night it could set their relationship back even more. I will not let you get in the way of his hard work because you are nervous.”
You step back wanting to go back to the bed that still smelled of the night before. “Please, Shoto said I could stay here.”
“He said that? He said those exact words, that you can stay here.”
Your mouth falls open, “Well not those words exactly but-”
“But nothing, unless he explicitly said you can stay here I need you to come with me, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. If he wanted you to stay he would have said so, he is very blunt.”
You look around the room desperate, “Can you call him and ask, I am sure this is a misunderstanding.” But in the back of your mind, you wondered if maybe she was right, that he did not want you to stay. The little seed of doubt had been planted, cracking what you thought was a sound foundation.
She shook her head, “He is out in the field right now, I don’t want to distract him for something like this.”
You grasp desperately for straws but your hands were empty, you had no argument why she should let you stay here.
“Can you give me his number at least so I can call him later?” Maybe the shelter will have a phone you can use. Surely when he gets your call he will bring you back home.
“Sure, I’ll give you his number if you come with me, hell I’ll even let him know that you are going to call him after his shift ends.”
“O-Ok I will come with you.” you agree, wrapping your tail around your waist, your ears flat against your head.
“Great, I have a car waiting out front,” she shove the coat in her hands to you, “Like I said it is pretty cold out so put this on. Thankfully the care is already warm so you will only be out in the cold for a minute.”
You silently take the coat and follow her to the car, taking one last look at the house before stepping into the large black SUV. The drive to the shelter was not too long, Kamiji was on the phone the whole ride ordering sidekicks to different locations based on police reports.
Stepping into the shelter you felt numb, you knew people were talking to you but their faces blurred together. You did not care about any of them, you wanted Shoto back, this place smelled of sad broken hybrids.
Kamiji only stayed long enough to give one of the workers enough information for them to accept you into their shelter, leaving you with a small piece of paper with Shoto’s number scribbled on it. You clutch the paper tight to your chest, its presence the only thing keeping you calm.
You remember Kamiji’s order not to call until dark and wait by the phone, ignoring the workers as they try to get you to set up your new room. You did not see the point in getting settled when by the end of the night you should be back into his arms.
“Are you sure you don’t at least want to eat something, you need your strength,” A sweet hybrid asked, gently pushing a bowl of food towards your slouched form.
You shake your head, “No, I will eat with Shoto.”
She presses her lips into a thin line, “How about a few bites, just to keep your energy up that way when you see him you won’t be exhausted.”
“I don’t want anything,” you snap, instantly feeling terrible when her expression falls.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I am too stressed to eat that is all, when he picks me up I will eat I promise.”
The nice hybrid shoulders sag, “Alright then I will check on you in a bit. It is dark out so after you make the call feel free to find me, I am usually in the library this time of day.”
You nod, wanting her to leave you alone so you could get the communal phone. You had been waiting hours to be able to call him.
For the first time all day you had energy, standing up you rush over to the phone, you cut two other hybrids in line, and eagerly dial the number scribbled onto the ripped paper, doubling checking to make sure you had every number right before pressing the call button.
The dial tone rang in your ear, taunting you while you waited. Agonizing seconds went by until an automated voice gave you instructions on how to leave a message. Hanging up the phone you call again, and again, and again. He would pick up the phone, he had to pick up the phone.
The people behind you begin to grow annoyed, telling you to call later but you ignore their angry jabs, dialing his number once more. He would pick up this time you were sure of it.
It’s days later lying on the floor of your new room with the phone to your ear listening to the same automated voicemail that you realize he was never going to answer.
