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The possessive need to take the woman into his house and claim her, had his cock aching in need, and as much as he would like to slide his hard dick in her pretty mouth, hear her choke on his name and beg to be filled with his seed, Shouto nods. Yes. He was definitely ready for dinner . He clears his throat and steps aside to invite her in.
“Thank you, Todoroki-san,” she thanks him and slips off her shoes, bending down to neatly align them with the rest of his. And fuckkk . The curve of her ass and the peeking lace panties she is wearing drives Shouto insane. He wants to slide his hands around those plush cheeks and dive his member in and out of her waiting heat. Wants to slap her ass because she’s been a bad girl and did not parade around his house in nothing (like she did in his dreams). Wants to fuck her so hard that she won’t be able to walk until next week, at least.
“Yep. Yeah. Sure…” Watching as she stands back up and as her perfect tits sit together and struggle to break free from the restraining satin of her short (he has seen her in shorter, but the bright red and tightness of this dress has him going insane) dress. It’s as if her breasts are begging for his attention, her nipples high and alert with small points telling him where her nipples are.
“What did you make, Todoroki-san?” she asks, voice quiet and innocent. How he would beg for her to call him Shouto and hear her scream it as she came.
Yes. Dinner. He had made them dinner. “Cold soba.” How he would love to cover her breasts in chocolate and lick the mound clean and then kiss her so she could have a taste of the pure heaven he had just experienced.
“As usual, Todoroki-san.” Eyeing her as she sits down at the table he had set, he watches her full breasts barely fit into the flimsy v-neck of the dress she is wearing, and he licks his lips, thinking of how much she could moan if he was to tug on a nipple with his teeth.
He serves them their food and completely misses his mouth when he sees her lean forward and her gravity-defying tits lean towards him. Swiping at his mouth, he gets his soba the second time and watches from across the table as she giggles at his mistake.
“How’s work?” he asks because when he’s eating in silence and Yaoyorozu is leaning forward, all he can focus on his her collarbone, how good it would looks if it was littered in his hickeys, and her fucking perfect tits.
“It’s good! I recently got into the top 10, as you know. It would make quite a scene if number seven and number three were both eating together.” Yes. Quite a scene, indeed. A scene where he would have his cock between her tits and he repeatedly slid into the valley between her tits with such force that Yoaoyorzu gets friction burn on her back because she would be sliding on the table, because if he is to go another second without touching her, he will swipe the food on the floor and claim her as his.
“Yep.” He isn’t listening to her anymore, he only hears ‘claim me’ coming from her soft, round lips as he washes their dishes. That’s when Shouto would feel her breasts on his back, her hands come around his front as one would give him a soft touch and pet on his peck, the other would slide its delicate fingers over his clothed cock.
How he would, without a doubt, take her virginity on his kitchen counter and fill her with his seed and watch the flat stomach swirl with their kids. Dreams where she would strip in front of him and let him have her, only for her to be shy about her body last minute, claiming that her fucking thick, delicous thighs were too big and her ass, how it was like a painting from Van Gough; swirled with stretchmarks. And as she would babble about her she should put her dress back on (for some reason it was the red one she was wearing tonight) and leave because she ruined her most precious friendship. That was all Shouto could get to before he woke up, covered in his own sticky seed.
“oki-san?”
“Todoroki-san?” Shouto blinks rapidly and finds that his dinner guest (read: date) is now at his side and her hand is at his forehead, checking for a fever. But the only thing he can focus on is the curve of her back, wondering how she would bend whilst she rode him or how she would curve as he slammed into her.
He finds her breasts in his field of vision and if he was to just look down, he’d find a full mound slipping out of place, her pink nipple already slipping free and for his viewing pleasure.
Yaoyorozu goes back to her seat, but Shouto had not apparently noticed that her dress as a deep cut out in it, because fuck… it ends at her ass and he really wants to see how far she can bend. Watching as she sits back in her seat, Shouto lets out a faint sigh. If only he could get his damned head out of the gutter. He’s 24, and whilst he’s been with girls that have satisfied him (he doesn’t get attached because, for some reason, when he introduced them to Yaoyorozu, she would get very shy), none have made him as horny as Yaoyorozu had in the past 9 years.
Even in high school, when she wore her uniform, she’d look fucking gorgeous and he’d want nothing more than to fuck her on his desk and hear her moan his name as she chanted how much she wanted to be with him.
“Are you sure you’re ok? Yaoyorozu asks, her voice laced with concern and her eyes shining with fear.
“Yeah… just tired.” What a pathetic excuse. He’s tired of seeing her in clothes, that’s for sure.
Well. Fuck. Her pretty charcoal eyes are wide and a vermillion blush crosses her cheeks, but that’s before her gaze changes to him and her eyes flash.
The chair in front of him scraps against the wooden flooring of his home, and Shouto is brought back to reality. But, instead of his guest being in front of him, she’s by his side and leaning in towards his ear.
“I’m tired of that, too.”
And that’s all Shouto needs. He immediately stands, hands at her jaw and cheek and kisses her like no tomorrow. His greed and insistent tongue works its way into her mouth and she moans when his tongue danced with hers. He knew she had never kissed anyone (they were so close, that if they were to cut this friendship and make it a relationship, no one would be surprised), and it felt fucking amazing to be the first pair of lips on her virgin mouth and the first set of hands on her virgin body.
She responds, her hands wrapping around his neck and dragging him down to her height (she always hated how he had grown a foot taller than her). Shouto moves one hand down to the end of the cut-out back of her dress and so badly wants to rip the dress that covers literally none of her back and rip it down until the piece of fabric falls off in an instant.
(He knows how much she loves her dresses, so he opts for tracing up the curve of her back, and feeling her arch into him.)
Their tongues meet again and the wine they were drinking tastes sweeter on her tongue, than it did on his own. Yaoyorozu angles her head and her mouth opens, his fingers dance along the small of her back down, down, down…
She sighs into his mouth and Shouto surges his tongue fully in her mouth, tracing every crevice and feeling her velvet tongue against his. He breaks apart from her pretty pink lips, now swollen from his kisses and moves to her jaw and neck, and very, very, inviting collarbone. Sucking and licking at the exposed skin, Yaoyorozu moans in his ear and the high-pitched noise goes straight to his cock. His hand, which is otherwise occupied, palms at her ass and it brings her closer to him.
She jumps and he catches her legs and she wraps them around his waist as their lips meet again. Slipping his hand under the satin of her ass, he feels the plump and soft flesh of her, moans into her mouth and she drinks it in, her tongue darting out to play with his. Yaoyorozu grounds her hips into his bulging cock and he groans at the feeling.
Stepping to his bedroom, Shouto gropes around for the light and throws her on the bed, delighted that her frazzled dress is not hiding anything. Crawling over her and taking the pathetic strap off her shoulder and licking at her skin, she freezes and he can tell she’s thinking about it. This. Them.
“Calm down for me, Yaoyorozu. Enjoy, relax… you’ll feel great. I promise,” he whispers at her neck, taking the unmarked flesh in his teeth and biting down on it.
Yaoyorozu relaxes and moans at the pain-turning-pleasure. “If this is what it is, then first names. When we’re like this,” she says, her eyes scared but lustful and her body responding with more force than Shouto knew she had.
“Momo…” he purrs, licking and sucking at her neck before kissing her again. Her legs find his hips and forcefully pull him down to grind into her core.
“Mhmmm,”she moans, her hips bucking up into his fucking hard cock and groans when she meets his buldge.
Slipping the other strap off her shoulder and peeling it away from her tits, Shouto is left speechless. Her breasts heave and her hardened nipples beg for his attention. “Shoutooo,” Momo purrs, her eyes shut and ready for the pleasure to take over.
“That's my good, princess,” he says, activating his Quirk and breathing frost in her nipple. She arches into him and a groan rips from her throat as Shouto begins to suck and twist her pink bud. Cupping her other mound and squeezing it with timed licks from her other breast, a wild moan tears its way from Momo’s throat and it turns Shouto very hard.
Carefully untangling his legs from hers, he sits back and takes the dress off of her. Her heaving breasts are naked and he’s feasting on the view, but there's satin where he doesn't want satin and the only way is for him to either rip it off or finally — and generously — take it off for her, whilst feeling her legs quiver from his touch. The former sounds the sexiest, but the latter gives him more time to enjoy Momo’s body.
Sliding his hands up his thighs, his fingers dancing on her legs, leaving fire and ice in his wake. Her legs tremble and Shouto drinks in the hot moan that escapes her sexy little mouth. Grinning, he gently and carefully slides her dress down her wide hips and is in aw and how the fabric comes off her. The gentle satin sliding off her body has his cock aching and begging to be inside her.
Leaning back and removing the red satin from her body, Shouto can’t help but be fucking mind blown at how her fucking perfect pussy is covered by see-through red and white fabric (it’s flimsy and drenched, but it’s the way it swirls around her hips and perfectly holds her soaked pussy that has him licking his lips). “My fucking perfect princess,” he mutters, crawling back ontop of her and rolling a nipple between his fingers as his mouth works on Momo’s other nipple. Groans and moans escape her throat and she pushes him down with her hands and he knows exactly what she wants.
Sliding the fabric off her body and watching as her glistening clit begs for attention, Shouto hums, licks his lips and gives her thigh a quick nip before diving his tongue into her clit and giving it a hard suck. Her moan has her fingers pulling his hair and her toes curl into his shoulders and her thighs clench around his head, and Shouto wouldn’t mind dying like this: Suffocation from thick, delicious thighs.
Licking at her slit, he sucks and gently bites it with his teeth, rolling her sensitive bud. Lapping her juices and continuing his hard assault on her virgin pussy, Shouto finds that taking Momo’s virginity is something he should've done sooner because fuck… was she responsive. Her hands tugging and pulling his hair have him groaning at her actions, which in turn sends a shiver up her spine and causes her thighs to clench. And if Shouto was going to die and giving her a taste of pure fucking pleasure, then so please let him die surrounded by her thick thighs.
Her moans echo across his bedroom and when she looks down, Shouto meets her gaze and is enraptured at how the valley between her fucking gorgeous tits frame her face beautifully. Sucking at her clit and giving her tender licks and laps, she tenses and soon, she gushes on his tongue and Shouto greedily slurps it up, savouring the taste of her first orgasm of the night.
Crawling back above her, her hands trace his shirt and yank it off before her lips are back on his and he can feel her tongue in his mouth. Momo seems much more bold than he remembers. And with her hands working their magic on undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, Shouto lets her because a bold Momo is just as sexy and intoxicating as a shy Momo.
He lays on his back and watches her tits bounce with her movements and he forgets everything because apparently his underwear is gone and now she’s slowly easing herself onto him. Opening his mouth to warn her that she might need more lubricating, his voice doesn’t work because she’s already engulfing him and his breath is taken away.
“Ah, Momo…” he pants, his hands finding their way on her hips and helping her have him whole.
“I just want you,” she whispers, leaning down, presses a kiss to his neck and tentatively sucks against it.
Well fuck.. If that’s what she wants, then that’s what she gets.
“If my lady says so,” he murmurs, hands pushing her further down into him and her pained gasp has her biting into his neck.
Fuck! She’s so fucking tight and perfect and warm and so fucking tight. Gently pushing into her and hearing her breathy gasp from beside his ear, Shouto grins because he’s been waiting 9 years for this fuck and this fuck (and all the times he plans on taking her after this) will be the best fuck she ever expriences (and only if he can help it).
“You… can go.. Faster…” she murmurs by his ear, her breathless pant has his cock hard and he feels nothing but the pleasure she unknowingly gives him.
Gently lifting her in his arms and taking her and laying her on the bed, her hair behind her and arms around his neck, bringing his lips closer to hers. Slowly pushing into her core and again, he watches as her mouth falls open, her plump lips forming an ‘o’ and her breasts pushing into his chest and he thrusts into her again.
“A-a-hhh… Yes.. Shouto,” she moans, her head up, breasts up and pussy greedily taking in his dick.
Thrusting in and out of her, her body moves with his thrusts and Shouto holds her hip and shoulder and pushes her down as he pushes into her. His pulsating cock begs to go faster but he doesn’t want to hurt Momo. So, he goes slow and watches as she moans his name and begs to go faster.
And if his princess asks for something. He will give it to her.
“F-faster…” she breaths, her head up, toes curled around his back.
“Yes ma’am.” Shouto pushes his cock inside her greedy pussy and pulls out just as quickly, earning a hot moan from both of them.
Thrusting his cock and hearing the sounds of their sex, Shouto grins and pushes harder and he pulls Momo back down to meet his timed push. “Sh-shouto… Ahh, yes…” she drags on, her hands scratching as his back and definitely leaving pretty little marks of their own.
Her greedy pussy swallows him and watching as her juices coat his dick and as he slides back into her, she tenses for a second time and this time she wracks against him. Her body shakes and she comes undone for a second time that night. “Shouto?” she heaves, her breasts furiously rising and falling with the breath she has yet to gain.
“Hmm,” he hums, kissing at her breasts, making sure to give them as much attention as he can before they go back to being friends and never talking about this one night stand.
“Did you… you know…” she trails off and Shouto has to try not to laugh because, for the love of God, Momo and him just had sex and she’s still too shy to say orgasm.
“Not yet. ” There was no way in hell he was done with her yet, but she sounded like she needed a break.
“Continue.” Without hesitation, Shouto plunges into her pussy, watching as she swallows him whole and withdraws himself so he can push in deeper and harder again.
The cycle continues and before he knows he, he’s coming with her name on his lips. Pulling his sensitive cock from her perfect pussy, he winces and quickly kisses her questions away.
Shouto watches and Yaoyorozu starts to lull herself to sleep on his pillow, his sheets barely covering her waist and her breasts softly moving with each breath and heartbeat. His heart swells and he knows that he needs to tell her soon, but he cannot burden her with the heaviness of his heart, so he slips in his bed, gently pulls the covers to her shoulders and pushes her raven hair back and kisses her cheek.
Shouto wants to believe that she would still want him in the morning, but he sleeps with his back to her and she doesn’t reach out for the warmth that he provides her with.
(They, of course, end up in each other's arms, more so Shouto as he wakes up in her arms, her breasts the first thing he wakes up to, and for once, Shouto isn’t in a rush to get out of his house.)