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It had been a while since you had gone out with Shouto on a romantic date, and when you brought it up, he assured you he would take care of everything. That Friday, after a long week of classes, you went to his apartment, kicking off your shoes at the door as usual as you made your way to the bedroom to put your stuff down.
“Love! Are you home?”
Shouto’s voice called from his office, and you began walking that way instead. When you entered, you found him sitting behind his desk, peering at you over his desktop screen.
“How was your day?”
“Long,” you sighed. “I’m ready to relax and take it easy this weekend.”
He leaned back in his chair, studying you for a moment before giving you a small smile.
“I made dinner reservations for tonight. It’s . . . rather nice, so you do need to dress up.”
Upon seeing the pained face you made, he gave you a sympathetic smile.
“I know, love. But you mentioned we hadn’t gone out for a while, so I made the reservation. It’s not until seven, so you have some time to relax.”
He turned back to his desktop, so you decided to take a quick nap before getting ready for the night. You woke up feeling refreshed, and your mood improved as you took a shower and went through your closet, trying to pick out an outfit. You settled on a navy blue jumpsuit; it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a cinch at the waist. It was paired with strappy black heels, a small black handbag, and diamond studs.
Shouto greeted you with an amorous smile in the foyer, having changed into a scarlet dress shirt and dark pants. He kissed your cheek, placing a gentle hand on your lower back as you walked into the elevator and into the garage. The two of you talked quietly about your respective days on the drive, arriving at a new steakhouse that was all the rage. The hostess led you to your table next to the window, giving you a view of the busy street.
Dinner was delicious, and you found yourself falling for Shouto all over again. The conversation between the both of you still flowed so easily, and you found yourself being amazed again by his good looks. You weren’t sure if it was the wine you had drank or the chemistry between the both of you, but you were very aroused when you left the restaurant.
“That was nice, wasn’t it?” he remarked as you drove back home.
“It was,” you sighed. “We definitely needed that.”
He was on you the second you walked in. His hands grabbed at your face desperately, bringing you close as he kissed you. Your hands settled on his waist, returning the kiss eagerly before he abruptly pulled back.
“You look so beautiful,” he panted. “I want you tonight.”
Your heart stopped in your chest.
“Sho, you mean . . . ?”
He nodded, taking your hand and guiding you to the bedroom. He kissed you at the foot of the bed, one hand holding the back of your neck now as he began to deepen the kiss. Your hands slid down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and yanking it out of his pants. A soft groan escaped his throat as your fingers slowly traced his muscles, settling on his biceps and squeezing them.
It was his turn to undress you, and he reached behind you to unzip the jumpsuit. It came off easily, sliding down your body and pooling at your feet. Your hands worked on his pants, swiftly unbuttoning and zipping them before sliding them down his legs. His erection was straining against his boxers, and the arousal you had felt before increased tenfold. Your fingers hooked into them, sliding them down as he worked on your underwear.
“Go lay down, love.”
Your heart was pounding as you settled on the bed. It was your first time, and a flurry of thoughts were passing in your head. Would you be able to satisfy him? Would he find you sexy? Was it going to hurt? What if you did something wrong? What if your face looked ugly during?
“Love, relax. I can see your brain working from here.”
You blinked, staring at the end of the bed. Shouto was standing there, pumping himself as he looked down at you. Your eyes flickered down, biting your lip as you watched his hand work.
“Um, I started birth control,” you confessed. “I . . . wanted us to experience this completely.”
Surprise flickered across his face before guilt replaced it.
“You didn’t have to do that, love.”
You shook your head.
“No, don’t worry, I wanted to.”
You smiled at him.
“I’m ready.”
Shouto returned your smile, kneeling on the mattress before crawling over to you. He kissed you gently, cupping your face as he gently settled his body over yours. His erection rubbed against your thigh, sending shivers up your spine.
“Can I . . . um, can I get on top?”
“Of course.”
He laid down, and you climbed on top. Ochaco had given you tips, advising that the cowgirl position allowed you to control the penetration and take it slow to help with the initial pain. Your hands were shaking as you rested them on his shoulders, lifting your hips to hover over his cock. One of his hands moved to grab him, holding it in place as you slowly lowered yourself.
It was . . . not pleasant. It wasn’t exactly excruciating , but it was more uncomfortable. You sucked in a breath as you willed yourself to relax, lowering yourself more. A soft gasp slipped out as pleasure set in, and you sank down until you were fully sitting on him. Shouto’s hands wrapped around your back, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted.
“You’re so warm and . . . tight,” he grunted out.
“I’m going to move, okay?”
He nodded, closing his eyes as you began grinding against him. Your hips moved slowly, rising up gently as you relished in the feeling of fullness. Shouto groaned, hands tightening around your back as he lifted his hips slightly to meet yours. The two of you settled on a rhythm, your soft pants and moans filling the room. You kissed him as you kept on grinding, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm.
“Sho,” you gasped out. “Can you go a little harder?”
His arms held you strongly, pinning you in place as his hips jerked up into you harshly. You cried out, burying your face into his shoulder. He must have felt you tightening up because he went even harder , and that was all it took for you to snap. You came with a cry of his name, saying it over and over as he kept on, pushing you through it.
“Shit,” he gasped. “I-I can’t -”
His hips stuttered as he came, a warm feeling filling you up. The both of you were panting quietly as Shouto came to roll off of you, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“I’m sorry, love,” he mumbled. “I didn’t last long.”
“It’s okay,” you replied. “It’s our first time, it’s new for the both of us.”
You rolled over to rest your head on his chest, and he came to wrap an arm around you. His heart was beating rapidly in your ear, and it brought you a strange calmness.
“Besides,” you giggled. “We have a lot of time to get better.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head as he let out a deep breath.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sho.”
“I . . . Maybe it’s the post-coital haze, but I want to marry you.”
You lifted your head to peer at him. His eyes were still covered, so you couldn’t quite gauge his expression.
“Are you serious?”
He nodded.
“Of course. Your studies are more important, so we can plan once you’re done. But I . . . I do want to make you my wife eventually.”
“Oh Sho,” you said, eyes watering. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
With that, you nuzzled into his side. You had never expected your relationship with your professor to develop this way, but you were beyond happy. As the both of you settled into sleep, the last thought in your mind was that you were excited to start the next year of your lives together.