I loved writing this story. It took me a while because I really have to be in a certian mood to write lemons so I had to wait until I felt ready.
The song that inspired this is called 'Lovely' By Fly By Midnight.
*LEMON*
"Can I get a cup of green tea please?" Shoto asked giving the cashier a few dollars as he punched in the numbers. "Of course. That will be right out." With a nod of his head, Shoto went to sit by his classmates who were all chatting away.
It was spring break and they all decided to walk around town and came across this cute little café and decided to go in. So now here he was, sitting in a chair silently waiting for his drink while his friends all talked and joked with one another. "Here is your tea sir." The server said putting the drink infront of him.
"Thank you." He said taking a sip and earning strange glances from his peers. "What?" He asked, not understanding what the problem was. "Are you not gonna eat lunch? That was the point of coming here." Ochaco questioned and tilted her head watching as the male shook his head. "I'm not hungry right now." He simply said, the rest of the class agreeing reluctantly as they continued to talk.
"Shit these are heavy!" You said balancing boxes on your arms and pressing your back against the door to the small café you worked at. "Guys! I brought stuff for lunch break!" You cheered entering the room, your staff members groaning in hunger and thanking you extensively. "I brought hot meals for you guys since you have lunch right now and cold meals for us since we don't have it till later." You said with a smile, passing the two large boxes off to the separate groups of co-workers and failing to notice the hetochromatic eyes that stared at you.
The first group sat and ate their lunch, you running into the back and getting changed into your work uniform. You came back out and ducked under the register to refill the roll of receipt paper. Shoto kept his eyes trained on you as he stood up and began to walk over to the register. "Hey Todoroki, where are you goin?" Denki joked with a rasied brow. "Getting something to eat." He replied simply.
"What happened to not being hungry?" Denki questioned, a smirk growing on his lips as Shoto ignored him and went to the register. You felt a customer appear at the desk as you struggled to grab the paper, "One moment! I'll be right with you...Aha!" You said in victory standing up and switching the paper out, again not noticing the boys eyes as they stared at you in astonishment.
"Okay, how can I help y-..." You froze, looking up at the all-too familiar face that you hadn't seen in two years. You shook off your nerves and continued as normal, taking him by suprise. "How can I help you?" You smiled, making his heart thump in his chest. "(Y/n). Can I please talk to you...alone?" He asked quietly, you shifted uncomfortably trying not to offend him. You weren't by any means mad or uncomfortable around him, just that fact that when you left it wasn't the best circumstances.
"Hey (Y/n) I can take the register for a sec if you wanna...uhm...go, for a bit." Your co-worker offered, patting your shoulder and lightly nudging you to go talk with him. You thanked her briefly and looked up at Shoto, "Outside?" You questioned getting a small nod in return. His classmates eyes bore into your skin as you walked out, making you rub your arms and duck your head. Shoto, noticing your discomfort, glanced at them and shook his head. They all turned away and let you two be as you went and got a table.
"So...it's been awhile." You started, a small breeze smacking hair in your face causing you to flinch. "It has. I missed you- uh...sorry." Shoto quietly said, watching as a small blush rose to your cheeks. "It's okay..." You breathed out, the silence becoming even more tense the longer you sat.
"So how are y-" You both started at the same time, a light chuckle falling from both of your lips. "Sorry. You first." He gestured, watching as you tucked hair behind your ear. "So...how are you?" You asked as you sent him a small smile. Sucking in a breath, he replied, "Better than expected....you know- things have changed since I last saw you." He assured, seeing your smile fade and turn into a flat line.
"Your dad hasn't..." You looked down at your hands and at the blue sky, not really wanting to talk about this again. "(Y/n) my father doesn't control me- doesn't control us." You glanced at him with a huff, "Of course he does Shoto. He is the number one hero now and his son is one of the top students in UA...I'm still nothing to him!" Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to get him to understand.
"He said he wanted to be a better father." Shoto leaned more into the table and rested his hand down on yours. You pulled away, making his heart sink. "Last time he said he wanted you to find someone and you found me...remind me again, how did that go? Because I remember it clear as day, you know why? Your father told me how useless, stupid, and unworthy I am to be with you." Sucking in air through your nose, you looked away.
"I should have never brought you to him...I'm sorry." You rubbed your face and looked back to him, "It isn't your fault.-" The conversation turned silent, you both wishing you could say more but you knew you couldn't. He never told you he loved you and you never said it either. But by the time you were ready to confess, his dad seemed to cloud your judgement. You spent two years building up the confidence in yourself to feel like you were worth it.
In that process, you ended up tucking your feelings away out of fear of being hurt again. You knew you loved him, but you swore you would never confess it out loud. Shoto, on the other hand, still knew he loved you, clear as day. He wanted to be with you and he loathed his father for taking you away from him. He wasn't dumb, he knew you broke up with because of what his father said, not because you 'needed to figure yourself out'.
"Todoroki, we're heading out!" Ochaco notifed, your eyes looking up at her as you stood. "(Y/n) wait-" You looked down at him, before setting your hand on his and lightly rubbing your thumb across his skin before speaking. "It's okay. Go with them...I'll see you around." You frowned, walking back inside and leaving him alone once again. Your touch lingered on his skin as your smile engraved itself into his mind. He couldn't let you slip away again.
Not this time.
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Shoto walked back to the café he had been to earlier that day. He needed to see you again and being the smart boy that he was, he figured that if your shift started around lunch, that meant you closed. He walked back in and up to the register, your eyes looking up and seeing him once again. "I'm sorry sir, we are closed for the night." You adressed to him, reciving a small nod. "I know. I want to talk (Y/n)...without intteruptions." You bit your lip, seeing the pleading look in his gorgeous eyes. "I have to close, so you'll need to wait."
"Okay, then I'll wait." He took a seat at a small table, waiting for about thirty minutes while you locked everything up. "There, done!" You wiped your hands as Shoto stood, following you out of the store and watching as you locked the doors. "Where to?" He asked, walking along side you as you headed to the nearby tram. "Oh, my parents house because it's seven and my mom is making dinner....You haven't had dinner have you!?"
He shook his head, "No. I figured I would just eat later." He shrugged, your eyes widening. "No!- I mean...if you want, you can eat dinner with us. My mom always has leftovers anyway. I'm sure she won't mind." You looked to the ground and came to a stop, patiently waiting for the tram since it was close by. "I would love to join you for dinner." You sent him a smile, the tram screeching to a hault as you both stepped in and took a seat.
"I like this flannel." You said, tugging at his shirt, trying to make light conversation. "Ah, thanks...I picked it out myself." You smiled and leaned back in your seat, "I don't even want to know how much that cost. Or any of your outfit for that matter, that plain white shirt is probably my whole paycheck." You rubbed the back of your neck making him chuckle. "I actually got this from Goodwill for five dollars."
You choked on your spit. "What?! I'm so used to you having like...Gucci." He playfully rolled his eyes and shook his head, "All of this is from Goodwill....
even the expensive looking watch." Letting out a boisterous laugh, you looked him up and down taking in his matured figure and face. His shoulders were broader and his arms were more muscular. "You've gotten...uhm- more fit?" You're statement came out as a question, him tilting his head side to side and looking over at you. "It tends to happen when you're in a hero course."
You fell quiet. For a moment you had forgetten that he was going to be a hero, a strong one at that. You shrunk back into yourself, feeling your heart twinge as Shoto looked down at you softly. "I hardley talk to my father anymore." He spoke, watching as your pretty (e/c) eyes looked up at him. "Shoto I never meant to damage your realtionship with him-"
"You didn't do anything wrong. It was bound to happen anyway. That just...accelerated the process and made me realize what I already knew deep down." Realizing this was your stop, you stood, Shoto following suit and standing close beside you to make sure you didn't get knocked over or shoved. "Hold my arm, I'm small I can pull you through." Taking his chance, Shoto grabbed your hand instead, smiling when your fingers tightened around his.
You pulled him through the crowed tram car and manuvered in the thick rush of people that waited outside. Once you escaped a germaphobes worst nightmare, Shoto frowned feeling you let go of his hand. "Sorry about that. It's crazy during rush hour."
The walk to your house was silent. You felt Shoto's gaze linger on your features and then shift away. A group of men came into your view as you walked along the sidewalk, your muscles tensing as you bumped into Shoto, feeling the automatic urge to cross the street or prepare yourself. "(Y/n) whats wrong?" He asked, looking down at you. "Oh, uhm...it is just scary at night, sometimes in the day, for girls to walk on the street and feel comfortable around guys." He raised his eyebrows and leaned down more so only you could hear.
"You're scared?" He asked, genuinely curious and saddened by the fact that you couldn't even walk past some people without fearing for your saftey. You nodded and immediatley felt his arm wrap around your waist. You stayed quiet, feeling Shoto's grip stay strong on your hip while the men got closer. They didn't pull anything, much too absorbed in their own world to even notice you both, you let out a small sigh, feeling a sense of relief watch over you.
"Thank you Shoto. Even though they didn't look off, it still is worrisome I guess." He chuckled to himself, "Should I be your designated walk-buddy?" You giggled, and lightly elbowed him, "You better be careful, an offer like that could sweep a girl off her feet!" You turned to go to your front door, Shoto suddenly getting very nervous.
"Hey, relax. They love you." You unlocked the door and you stepped inside, taking off your shoes and calling out to your mom. "MOM! DAD! I BROUGHT A GUEST!" Shoto chuckled and kicked off his shoes, neatly putting them by the door. "Oooooo! Who is it!? Is it one of those new people at your work who you've been talking abo- SHOTO TODOROKI IS THAT YOU!?" Your mother ran around the corner and enveloped him in a huge hug.
Your dad stuck his head around the corner and gave a huge grin. "My boy! It's been forever since we've seen you!" Your mother looked back at you and gave you a smile, "I'm so happy you two are back together!" You flushed red, flailing your hands. "NO! I mean, we uhm...we aren't dating. Just friends." You directed, walking into the kitchen to go bug your dad (but mostly escape the awkwardness).
Your mom turned back seeing the melancholy look in Shoto's eyes as he watched you walk away. "You know, she is still your biggest fan. She watched the UA sports festival and almost broke her vocal chords when you used your fire." He looked at her, "Really? She watched me?" Your mom nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "She only wanted to watch it because of you. She was so proud of Shoto, I wish you had been here to see it...of course you were there." She let out a light chuckle and led him into the kitchen seeing you taking a piece of garlic bread and scarfing it down your throat.
"(Y/N) (L/N) QUIT EATING THE FOOD BEFORE DINNER IS READY!" She screeched, you running to hide behind your father who also had a peice in his mouth. "AND YOU QUIT BEING A BAD INFLUENCE!" Your dad laughed and you joined in, walking to stand beside Shoto and offering him a bite. "We are taste testing mom. Making sure it isn't poisonous!" Shoto took a bite, widening his eyes as he covered his mouth and chewed. "This is really good." You gave him the rest of it and watched as he eagerly took it and practically devoured it.
"You hungry?" You asked, Shoto nodding his head as the scent of spaghetti filled his nose. "Pafstah." He grumbled, covering his mouth so you couldn't see his half-chewed food. "Mhm! You decided to find me on the right day." You patted his back and went to help your mother set the table, Shoto noticing your dad lean on the counter and study him intensely.
"Hhmmmm....exactically like I thought."
"I'm sorry sir, did I miss something?" Shoto questioned, your dad letting out a hearty laugh and looking him in the eyes. "You're in love with my daughter still, I recognize that look in your eyes. It's the same look I had when I met my wife." Shoto's face turned red as your father spoke to him in a whisper, making sure you didn't hear. "I-uhm...for what my father said to her...I'm sorry." He got off focus, thinking once again back to his father and how hard it must have been for your parents to see you like that. "You are not responsible for your fathers actions. She never blamed you for what your father did...-"
"Dad! Are you gonna come eat sometime today?" You yelled, unknowingly intterupting their conversation. "Yes sweetie! I was just talking to Shoto. He was telling me about what he has been up to lately, how he feels about....stuff." Shoto sighed, your dad patting him on the shoulder from across the counter before walking into the dining room. "Shoto! I made you an attempted origami bird!" You presented, wiggling your fingers at the slightly floppy napkin-bird.
His soft smile made your heart hammer as he looked at it. "I love it. Can you make me one I can keep with me?" Your eyes widened, forgetting his straightforwardness for a moment before running to grab a sticky note. You folded it here and there, quickly making him a bird and bringing it back. "Here." You handed him the small bird, watching as he pulled out his phone and set it down, resting the origami bird beside it.
Sitting in your chair, your parents followed suit, exchanging knowing glances as you and Shoto chatted away. Well...mostly you, Shoto sad and nodded along as he ate, listening with the upmost attention to every word you said. After ten minutes of sitting at the table, you began to talk about his hero course, your face lighting up as you nearly choked on your food. "You used your fire! It was so awesome! I-...." Your excited chatter stopped, leaving everyone at the table confused. "I wish I could have told you how proud I was....AM, at that very moment."
Your parents excused themselves to go clean their plates. You looked down at your plate, "I'm sorry." Sucking in a breath, you felt Shoto's warm hand caress your own, wishing so badly that he could kiss you, tell you how he has felt about you all these years. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Even though you weren't there, I always knew you would have been proud of me. When Midoryia told me that my father didn't define me...all I could think of was you."
Your eyes glanced up at him, feeling his grip tighten on your fingers as his hair hung low. "I thought about how for years you told me the same thing, that I wasn't my father, but I felt like I made you feel worthless....like your words meant nothing. When really, I didn't need to be reminded by anyone at all...I just needed to think of you." He didn't notice, but while he ranted, you had gotten up and walked over to him and enveloped him in a tight hug. Shoto quickly stood up, pulling you closer and allowing his breathing to steady as he rested his chin on your head.
"Shoto I never encouraged you because I wanted to reap the rewards or so that I felt better about myself. I did it because I knew how strong you were and I wanted you to see that too." Shoto leaned down, resting his forehead on your own, listening to your soft breathing while he became nervous about the quick thumping on his heart. He knew you could hear it, you could feel it. His feelings for you were undeniable and the strong bond you two shared make it impossible for him to conceal even if he tried.
"Do you wanna stay the night? Obviously not in my bed cause my dad would kill you, but it is late and your house is across town..." Soft words left your lips making the boy pause. He looked down at you and swiftly nodded, just wanting to be closer to you by any means. Even if you were separated, at least you were in the same house.
After your parents had gone to bed, you got Shoto set up on the couch. "Here are your pillows and two blankets incase you get cold." You fluffed the pillows and set the blankets neatly on a nearby coffee tabel next to his sleep shirt that your dad had given him. He watched you, this scene being so much like all those years ago when you would fall asleep on his lap while you both sat watching a movie, or when he would come over because he needed an escape from his father.
His father. Shoto loathed him, you were his one happiness, his safe haven away from that horrid house that was called a 'home' and he ripped you away without even a second chance. "Hey you okay? You're staring off into space." He looked up at you, "(Y/n). I want you to talk with Endeavor again." Your heart stopped and plummeted into your gut, mouth drying at the simple suggestion.
"No. I am never talking to that man again! Why would you even say that-"
"Because I'm selfish!" He interrupted, rasing his voice quite a bit, but not enough to wake anyone. "I'm selfish....(Y/n) you're the only one I want. But I know my father would make your life hell if we just dated without saying anything." He pulled you into a hug, playing with the tips of your hair as you held onto the back of his shirt tightly. "I know you left because of him..."
Tears filled your eyes as you began to sink to the floor, Shoto kneeling with you as you sobbed into his shoulder, suppressing the wails that you wanted to release. "My feelings haven't changed. They will never change. If he says no again I will wait until I am out of UA and then come and find you, then he won't be able to say anything."
The situation was so surreal. He rocked your back and fourth, caressing your back and tracing light circles thriugh the fabric. You never wanted to see that man again, he was a monster, he ruined you for years, but your love for Shoto creeped out from behind it's bars, hurdling over the walls you had built up until you recognized it once again.
"For us Shoto." You mummbled with a sniff, wiping away your tears. His eyes lit up, fighting the urge to kiss you was hard, but not telling you how much he loved you was even harder. "Thank you."
The rest of the night went on and you ended up falling asleep on top of Shoto as he held you to him. After you had eaten breakfast and hung out a bit, you reluctantly made your way to Shoto's house. Your grip on his hand was deadly as you apporached the doors. Shoto rang the bell, his father immediately swinging open the door and about to scold him when his eyes landed on you with a scowel.
"Why is she here." He glared at you, your body wanting to sink into the ground until Shoto squeezed your hand. "We are talking about this again." He stated before pulling you inside, past the giant mountian that was his dad. Endeavor stormed through the house, opening the back door and looking at you bith with disgust. "I'll speak with her...alone."
He slammed the door shut behind him, your body trembling as you began to panic. "Hey, hey, calm down I'm here. Hold onto me okay?" You gripped his shirt, luckily you were to terrified to cry so your face wasn't as red and gross. "Sh-Shoto...He....He is going to say it all again- I can't do this."
His hands cupped your face as he stared into your fear filled eyes. "No he won't. You're strong (Y/n), stronger then anyone I know. Especailly him. I know you can do this..." He hugged you to him tightly, hearing your heart pound in your chest. "It will be okay."
Eventually, you made your way outside, taking a seat across from the large man but keeping your eyes glued to the ground.
"So, tell me. Why are you so infatuated with my son?" Endeavor began, your hands beginning to shake from nerves. "I'm sorry sir, what?" You questioned, his turquoise eyes glaring at you fiercely. "Two years ago you were sat here and I denied you. Why are you back?" You lowered your head, rubbing your palms out of nervousness as he sat waiting for a reply. "I-I don't know sir."
"Tch. Of course. I should have expected. He his still too good for you...but you know that, don't you?" You didn't move, instead you just sat there, hearing his knuckles crack as he tightened his fist. "Try as I might I will never understand what he sees in you. He has thousands of other options that would suit him so much better!" He huffed, listening as you let out a soft whisper: "Pardon me sir, but you think I don't know that?"
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in the whole conversation. What Shoto told you last night wasn't a lie, you knew what he meant was true. So you took all the courage you could muster and stared down his father. "You think I don't know that there are MILLIONS of other girls out there that would die to be with Shoto?"
His eyebrows remained furrowed, "At least you can recognize it. He is strong, he deserves much better then a bottom feeder like you who can't appriciate his gift-...!"
"I can't appriciate his gift?!" You fumed, interrupting his father who stood with you as you rose from your seat. "I am sorry sir, but you have it completley wrong! For years I have watched, amazed at what he can do with his quirk...but I realized that THAT isn't his only gift. He is caring, sweet, funny, smart, kind, attractive, and an abundance of other things. The list goes on!..." You stomped toward him, his towering height looming above yours but you didn't care at all.
"My son needs someone who can respect him!" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "You are so selfish! So FUCKING selfish it's unbelievable! You only think about the reputation, not about how he actually gets treated! You shouldn't want your son to be with someone who cowers down because he is oh-so-amazing that they don't even compare! You want someone who loves your son and supports him, knowing just how amazing and special he is naturally, not just because of some stupid power!"
He was taken aback by your voice. You were almost screaming, but not quite, it was more like frustrated yelling as you pointed a finger into Endeavor's chest. "You should want someone, that if your son woke up one day with no quirk, no fire or ice, that they wouldn't leave him. No, they would stay for him, because they love him!" You heaved out a breath, regainging your composure slowly as he looked down on you. "Do you love my son?"
Your expression turned serious as you scanned his eyes. His question was softer, not angry like the other ones. "Yes. I love Shoto, with all of my heart." You breathed out, finally admitting it out loud. Even though it wasn't to Shoto, you still said it...the one thing you had been burrying for years finally came to the surface. Endeavor gave a small nod, sitting back down and looking at the ground. "Bring Shoto back out. I need to have a word with him."
You turned on your heel and headed inside, Shoto's head raising to look at your upset expression. But it wasn't sad like it was last time, it was more annoyed. "(Y/n) are you ok-"
"Your dad wants to see you. Do you mind if I go scream into one of your pillows?" You intterupted, watching as he shook his head. You scurried off to his room and slammed the door, him hearing your irritation come out in a muffled scream. He slowly walked outside being met with his father, head hanging low as he rubbed his eyes. "Father, you asked for me?" He sat down across the way from him, watching as his shoulders rose and fell with a sigh.
"She has got some nerve coming in here and talking to me like that..." He grumbled, Shoto staying quiet and shifting in his seat. "...but she is right." Shoto sat up straight, dumbfounded by his fathers comment. "Right? About what?" Endeavor looked up at his son, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms. "Tell me, what do you like about her?"
Shoto blinked for a moment, but not even hesitating as he began to speak: "Well, it's hard to say...there is a lot. She is smart, kind, weird but in the best way...her eyes shine when she talks about something she loves and it never fails to make me smile- oh! Her smile, thats another thing. It's beautiful, like nothing I have ever seen before. She's lovely though...all of her." A small smile graced his lips as he spoke of you, Endeavor asking the same question to his son as he did to you.
"Do you love her?"
Shoto immediately nodded, determination filling his eyes as he did so. "I have always loved her...I just, I don't know if she feels that strongly about me." Endeavor looked at his son in shock, standing up and walking toward him. "Shoto, she called me selfish, argued with me, and proved me wrong all in a few minutes. I have never seen such a raw fire from anyone like that before...I need time to think, I'll send her out here."
Endeavor walked through the door and made eye contact with you, him nudging his head outside and you catching the drift. But as you walked by him, his hand caught your shoulder. "Tell him." Were his two simple words as he let go and went to his room.
You stepped outside, walking over and taking a seat next to Shoto. "So you yelled at him huh?" He asked, nudging your arm playfully. Smirking, you looked over to him. "Someone had to talk some sense into that guy." You let out a light chuckle, silence falling over you once again. You looked at him, he was deep in thought, staring straight ahead much like the night before.
"Hey. What's wrong? You looked like you did last night." He swallowed, turning his upper half more to face you, gorgeous eyes looking at your face with compassion. "(Y/n)...you're so beautiful.-" He started, breath getting caught in his throat much like last before. He knew he had to finish this time, he needed to say it, to voice his biggest regret that he had never told you. "-I love you."
Your face turned pink, his voice laced with honesty and love as he took your hand in his. You gave him a small, but sad smile and placed a kiss on his cheek, his face turning a light shade of red. "I love you too." You breathed, examining his eyes closely. His hand moved to rest on your cheek, his eyes scanning your lips as his face inched closer.
Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling his lips softly press against yours. Shoto lightly flinched, the whole ordeal seemed unreal to him as you leaned in more. The long over-due kiss was magical, you grabbed his shirt in your hands and pulled him closer, smiling as his fingers tangled in your hair. It started slow and soft, his lips gliding against yours as he moved closer to you on the couch, his hands tracing down your arms causing you to shiver.
He became more urgent, his tounge asking for entrance and his breathing becoming heavy when you allowed it without hesitation. Your silva mixed, Shoto puffing air out his nose as you clung to him, eyebrows scrunching together as you huffed between kisses, never wanting to leave. He let out a small groan, hand resting on your thigh and giving it a light squeeze.
You both reluctantly pulled away, Shoto flushing as you let out a small whimper of a moan in dissaproval, "We didn't have to stop. I want to kiss you as much as I can to make up for what I missed." You gave him a small smile, "Then come here handsome." Without skipping a beat, Shoto tackled you onto the couch, peppering your face in a million kisses, listening to your laugh as you tried to catch your breath. "S-shoto stop! That tickles!" You sqeualed out with a pant, looking up at him as he hovered over you.
"You're beautiful."
His small compliment made your heart skip a beat as he studied your face, noting the smile that came to your lips. "You already made me lose my breath from laughter and now you're trying to take the rest of my breath away? I can see the headline now: 'Todoroki murders innocent cilvilan!?'." You chuckled, his lips meeting yours once again, feeling him smile into it. "One, you won the...penis game in middle school so you are NOT innocent. Two, you aren't just a civilian- you are the love of my life."
You flushed and covered his face with your hands, "Don't be so forward...it's embarrassing." He laughed and moved your fingers just enough to reveal his lips so he could lean down and kiss you. Hearing a quiet moan resound from your throat, Shoto needily attacked your lips once again.
"Uhm...am I interrupting something?" Endeavor questioned, his eyes looming over his son as you made out on the outdoor-couch. You instantly pulled away, hiding underneath Shoto and listening to the grumble of dissaproval that he made. Shoto cleared his throat, still hovering over you and smirking at the large blush that coated your cheeks. He sat up, you turning your head so you didn't have to look his father in the eyes.
"A bit." Shoto's tone was back to usual, his eyes gazing over your figure with want. "Well...anyway. I have come to a decision." Endeavor's voice rumbled, deep and serious. Feeling you tense in your spot, Shoto glanced down and noticed you curl into yourself, face churing with a mix of emotions fearing that his father would beat you down like he did back then. Resting a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb, Shoto sucked in a breath and looked back at his father. "And?"
His father sighed and stared at his son, "She is right. I have wanted you to be with someone who would put you on a pedestal, but as (Y/n) made me realize...I should want you to be with someone who loves you for everything. Not just looks or power. Someone who loves you like her." You sat up in your spot, not even noticing the love-filled gaze Shoto was giving you as you waited for an answer.
Endeavor looked to you, staring you striaght in the eyes. "The fact that you had the nerve to put me in my place to prove yourself and show just how much you would love him, even if he didn't have his power, has made this a very easy decision.....Yes." Your world seemed to come to a hault as you shot up out of your seat and hugged his father. All three of you were taken aback by your actions, but in the moment all that mattered was now Shoto was yours. Truley yours.
"Thank you..." You whispered, unwrapping your arms and turning to face Shoto who was now standing up and giving you a small smile. "Kiss me." He stated, holding out his arms as you ran into them, placing a deep kiss on his lips, not even caring about the turquoise eyes turning away awkwardly. "I have some hero work to attend to. I will be back tonight. You may stay if you want (Y/n)." He said (much like his son), before turning and walking into the house and then leaving.
Shoto kissed down your neck as soon as his father was out of view, nipping at the skin as his hands massaged your hips. Your fingers ran through his soft hair and held onto his shirt as his light pants made their way to your ear. You squeezed your thighs together, body shivering as he bit on the tender skin, making sure to leave marks wherever he went.
You always had a vigorous connection with one another, you knew what he wanted and he could tell by the way you breathed in his ear that you wanted it too. Running your fingers under his shirt, he rested his head on your shoulder, loving the simple feeling of your touch. "(Y/n) I can't....-hah...wait any longer." He swallowed when your eyes fluttered up to look at him. "Then don't." He nodded, geabbing your hand and pulling you inside, practially speed walking to his room.
He pulled you in, slamming the door behind him and immediatley taking off his shirt. You marveled at his musclar figure, he was much more defined then when you last saw him. He stopped infront of you, noticing your stare and smirking. Your eyes followed your fingertips as they moved up his arms, dipping with every crease and then up to his shoulders- tracing his collarbone and then feeling down his chest and abs.
"Hngh....ha....(Y/n)- don't do that." He breathed, biting his lip and cleanching his fists. You looked up, his eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were slightly parted, hair hanging low on his face. Your fingers left his skin for a moment before you cupped his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. They were sweet, intoxicating, you had no idea how this man fell for you but after all of this you knew you would never let him go. "I love you." You spoke, lips caressing his own lightly.
"I love you more." His heterochromatic eyes gazed at you, feeling almost overwhelmed by the pure emotion that radiated out of every touch and movement from your body. He crouched to the ground, starting from your calves and moving his hands up your body slowly, purposely stopping at your hips, seeing your body shiver as he placed two light kisses on your thighs before moving up more and grazing your breasts and standing up to kiss your lips.
"I thought you said you couldn't wait anymore?" You teased hearing a grumble of words leave his lips before he lifts up one of your legs over his hip and grinds his clothed member onto your covered heat. "I can feel how wet you are through your shorts...you've wanted this." He husked into your ear, continuing to thrust against you while listening to your sweets mumbles of pleasure. "A-and you haven't?" You questioned back, his eyes mixed with lust and love as he stared at you, dropping your leg and yanking down your pants.
"Of course I have....you're beautiful." He took your hand in his, placing a light kiss on your knuckles before pulling you closer to him. His hands ran under your shirt but paused as he felt your teeth nip at his neck,
"(Y/n)....." You questioningly hummed into his skin, loving his gentle movements as the heat and cold from his palms caressed your sides, slowly riding up your shirt.
"Stop." His voice was deep and gutteral as the command came up. Your lips parted from his skin, allowing him to take off your shirt and toss it to the side. He loved the way you trembled as he looked down at you, stepping back and sitting on his bed, leaving you standing there. "Take them off." Shoto's eyes glanced down at both of your undergarments, watching you with devilsh eyes as you swallowed.
"Shoto...this is embarrassing..." You looked to the floor and squeezed your legs shut. You had to admit, this dominant side of him was turning you on, but no one had exactically seen your body before and it was kind of strange. "I don't want you to feel emberrassed. No one else is here right now, just you and I...I want this moment to be ours." You huffed, giving him a small nod.
If it's going to anyone, it will be Shoto.
You turned around, allowing him to watch as you unclasped your bra and let it slowly fall off your shoulders. He stared at your figure, watching the way each of your muscles moved while the piece of fabric was dropped to the ground. He watched greedily as your thumbs hooked under the sides of your underwear and slowly lowered them down, allowing them to drop once they made it past your thighs.
"Let me see you. Please." His voice was almost desparate as you turned around, hands wanting to cover your body but you knew that no matter what, Shoto would love you either way. You let out a small gasp, realizing he had taken his pants of and was slowly stroking his member through the fabric of his boxers.
Flushing, you looked to the ground before Shoto summoned you toward him. Once you were standing in front of him, his hands latched onto your sides as he yanked you down to sit on top of him. His covered member prodded at your entrance, begging to delve inside of you. "Ahh-...Shoto." You breathed, nails digging into his shoulders once he began to grind into you.
"Your body is so warm (Y/n)..." His fingers traced your body, feeling the furnace like temperature that it rose to with every passing second. "I want you Shoto." You admitted, watching as he reached into his side drawer and pulled out a condom. "Safety first." He sent you a sly smile making you chuckle as he rolled you onto your back.
"Hold this, try not do dig your nails into it too much, we don't want it to break. It's the only one I have."
Taking the wrapped condom in your hand, you stared at him quizzically as he hovered over you. "What do you mean?" He slowly lowered himself, eyes flickering down to your core as he nipped at the skin of your thighs. "You'll see..." He stated huskily as he trailed his bites to the supple skin of your inner thighs and spread your legs so he could see your soaking core.
"S-shoto...~" His electric eyes stared up at you, hands feeling the tremor that your body responded with once you realized what his plan was. "You have no idea how much you turn me on (Y/n)." He admitted, swiping his tounge over your folds excitedly, getting the first taste of your sweet juices.
Your grip tightened on the condom head falling back and free hand tangling in his hair as he let his hot breaths spread across your thighs. "More....please...." You whined, feeling his nose graze over your clit as his tongue quickly flicked over your entrance but not going in. Whimpering in frustration, you grinded your hips up and nearly screamed when he suddenly began to taste you.
His grunts of approval made your head spin as he explored your wet cavern. Shoto found it hard to concentrate on his work through the soft pants and moans you let slip through your lips. "It....I- F..f-feels so good-..." Shoto smirked to himself, loving the sight of you like this simply because he was touching you.
He couldn't seem to get enough of you, the air becoming hot and heavy with your pants alone. "Sho...I feel something...-I don't- Ah!~" He knew exactically what you were talking about. Your hips began to jut at him, his arms wrapping under your legs and pressing against your stomach to hold you down as he increased his pace, feeling you convulse around him.
"Shoto...I'm gonna-"
"I know...cum for me." He commanded, your body racked from head to toe with pleasure, the knot in your stomach uncurling with every passing second as you moaned his name sweetly. Your hand dug into his hair, flexing thighs clamping around his face as your juices coated his tounge.
As your muscles relaxed, you relaxed onto the bed, body falling limp as your heart pounded in your chest. Shoto licked his lips and your thighs, cleaning off any excess nectar that littered your skin. "Shoto..." You moaned lightly, his eyes looking down at you them widening as your lazy eyes fluttered up to look at him.
"I want more..." You rested the condom on your stomach, hand trailing down further as you touched your sensitive spot. "...please.~" His breath hitched in this throat at the sight of you touching yourself, watching as you bit your lip and furrowed your brows in pleasure.
Quickly grabbing the condom off of you, he slipped down his boxers, loving the rose blush that spread across your cheeks. "I-it's so big...." Your womanhood began to throb just looking at it and your exictement grew with it. He tore open the small package with his teeth, spitting the slip somewhere on the floor as he fumbled to put it on.
You giggled, loving how nervous and figity he got when he was around you sometimes. "Why are you laughing?" Shoto looked down at you, lining himself up at your entrance and waited for a response, reslishing in the heat that he felt just from being inbetween your legs. "You're super cute when you get all fumbly..."
Your small smile made his heart hammer in his chest, "Only you get to see it. You've always been my safe haven...a place where I can make mistakes and not feel like it's the end of the world." He kissed your forehead lightly, adjusting his arms beside your head as your arms wrapped around him.
"Then I will always be your safe haven...for as long as we are together." Taking in a shakey breath, he rested his head on the pillow beside you, slowly inserting himself inside your heat. "Nngh...hah-..shit." He groaned, feeling how tight you were holding him as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "Hey...hey...don't cry. I won't move until you want me to okay?"
He placed small kisses on your cheek, smiling in accomplishment when he got you to laugh through your pain. "I love you." He stated, flicking a piece of hair off your forehead with his nose so he could place a skin of the skin. "I love you too Shoto." You sucked in a breath. Without any words needed to be said, Shoto slowly pulled himself out of you.
He thrusted back in slowly, loving the small moan that fell from your lips. After a few minutes of the slow pace, he began to move quicker, steadier, focusing all of his energy and emotions into this one moment. This one girl.
You.
You were the love of his life, he never wanted to be without you again. But no amount of words or passionate love making could allow him to ever fully describe how he felt. All he could do was try.
His eyes looked down at you, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as you moaned his name over and over, the sound of skin hitting skin and the smell of sex filling your lungs. "Keep going Shoto, don't stop!" Your begs and pleas made him twitch in arousal, his quirk beginning to activate with out him having any control.
He cleanched his jaw, pounding into you at an extreme rate as your eyes shot open. The feeling of cold and warm surrounding you from either side made your heart pound. "Your quirk Shoto! It-ah!-....it feels so good on my skin..." Though you knew it was dangerous to keeping going with his quirk activated, you couldn't fight the side of you that loved the multiple temperatures.
"I'm gonna cum (Y/n)....you're gonna make me cum." He repeated, unable to focus much due to the pleasure you were bringing him. "Me too, Shoto I am so close, please make me cum!" As he neared his high, he urgently looked down at you. "(Y/n) get your hands off my back, hold my neck." He seethed, feeling you quickly move your hands to his neck. "Shoto-...." You murmured, watching as he moved his arms away from your sides.
"Im cumming!" You yelped, burying your head into his chest as you tightened around him. "SHIT!-..." He seethed through his teeth, quirk flaring up from his arms and back, scalding the bed and freezing it in either side of you. You watched through your pleasure as shards of ice launched into the ceiling and the flamed burned a mark onto a part of it as well.
As he came down from his high, his shakey arms held him up until his quirk deactivated. Quickly collapsing onto you, his body shook as he held you to him, muttering apologizes onto your skin repeatedly. "Shoto why are you apologizing? You didn't hurt me, see?" You showed him your arms and the rest of your body, watching as he scanned every inch of you just to be sure.
He took in deep breaths, pulling out of you and tossing the condom into the bin. His arms wrapped around you as he came back to your side, loving the feeling of you against him. "Normally I have perfect control over my quirk...I have never felt anything like that." He pressed your back more into his chest, wrapping an arm over you and intertwining your fingers with his.
He let out a content huff as you placed light kisses on each of his fingers "It's okay...doesn't bother me at all." He moved your hair, placing a light kiss on the back of your ear, "Like I told you, safe haven." You let out a breathy laugh and turned to face him just as a tiny ice shard fell and hit him on the head.
"Ow." He said flatly, glancing up at the ceiling with a sigh. "I need to get those down...also fix the burn....and the stuff on the bed." He grumbled, catching another one as it fell and almost landed on you. "So...does the ice melt? Or does it just stay like that?" You asked, looking at the piece he held in his hand.
"My fire melts it. I have never sat around to watch and see if it eventually melts on its own though." He looked at you, handing the ice and watching as you moved it between your hands because your fingers kept getting cold. "Here." He said, taking the shard and pressing your hands against one side of his chest, your hands instantly feeling his warmth.
Pressing yourself against him, you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled over his hips. You kissed him lovingly, his hands roaming your back while your tongues swirled around one anothers. "Stay with me (Y/n). I only want you." Shoto breathed, once you pulled away.
You both gave eachother soft smiles.
"Always."
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