The bright lights of the stadium shone down on you. Staring down at the ice, you skate into your position at the center of the rink. Finally, you look up, coming face-to-face with him. Ilya Rozanov. It’s been three months since you saw him. Three months since your huge fight, where you broke things off. Three months since you’ve talked or even texted. But you thought about him every day, watched all of his games, tried drafting the perfect message over and over. 

You’re the one who ended things; you shouldn’t be wanting to reach out to him as much as you did, but here you are. Now wasn’t the time to think about Ilya or his stupid face that you’d always see in your dreams; you had a game to win. Shaking your head, you put your mind to the task at hand. Dropping your stick down, you brace yourself for the face-off that’d start the game, staring Ilya down with a determined look. He smirks but doesn’t say anything. 

You can tell he can see right through you, see that you missed him. What you couldn’t gather was whether he missed you. If he did, he didn’t let it show. That was the problem, you could never tell with him. He could read you like a book, and you never had any idea what he was thinking, what he was feeling. That was the crux of the fight you had months ago. You swallowed hard at the memory, 

“What do you want me to do? Say we are something? We are nothing, Y/N nothing!” Ilya threw his hands up, exasperated. 

“Nothing. We are nothing?”

“Yes. Nothing, we fuck, and that’s it.” He rubs his nose as he says it. He’s lying. 

You squint at him, staying quiet for a moment. You’re giving him an out, a chance to take it back. To say he didn’t mean it. 

He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. 

 Nodding quickly, you tried your best to keep the tears at bay. “Fine. We are nothing.” 

Gathering up your stuff, you move to leave his apartment quickly. 

The ref drops the puck onto the ice. The game was on. Quickly, you gain control of the puck and pass it to your teammate. No more thinking about Ilya unless it was about how you plan to beat him. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“Fuck!” 

Your strong exclamation is quickly repeated, shorter this time in a whisper, as you hold your hand in pain from punching the locker in front of you. 

“Fuck.”

You lost. You fucking lost. You couldn’t get your head in the game, and you lost. All because you couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid Russian with the curly hair and the gorgeous eyes. By now, all your teammates had left. They invited you out for drinks with them, but you declined, and now you are alone in the locker room trying to blow off steam. 

Well, not completely alone. Speak of the devil. 

“Be careful, you would not want to injure your hand.” A strong russian voice spoke suddenly. 

It made you jump, and you quickly turned to see the culprit. Ilya Rozanov. You hadn’t even heard him come in. 

“What are you doing here, Rozanov?” 

“Since when am I Rozanov and not Ilya?”

“Since when were we nothing?” You shook your head and turned back to your locker, beginning to take off your gear. 

You heard him sigh, and it was silent for a long moment. Then you felt his presence next to you, you paid him no mind. Or at least you tried to. 

“Look at me.” 

You don't, you just continue to put your stuff away in your locker angrily. 

“Hey, look at me.” He says it more softly this time and places his hand on your chin, gently turning your face in his direction. 

You don't make eye contact. Not right away. Tears start to well in your eyes, not only from sadness but also from frustration. All of it is becoming too much for you. The fight, the game, letting your team down. It's all piling up. 

Ilya can see it, see the strain everything is taking on you. He presses his other hand firmly against the back of your neck, an attempt to ground you. 

“Take a breath.” 

You don’t obey at first, but the urgent look he sends you makes you comply. Closing your eyes, you let out a short, frustrated breath through your nose. 

“Okay?” 

“Okay.” You confirm. Keeping your eyes closed for a while longer, trying to keep the tears at bay. They end up slipping through anyway. 

“What are you thinking about?”

You weren’t stupid, and you were far from naive despite what Ilya might think. You know that he’s in denial. If you had nothing, you wondered what something meant to him. You weren’t just fuck buddies; you didn’t meet at a bar and decide to keep it going. You were genuine friends at first. Maybe adding sex to your relationship was a mistake, but even after everything, you don’t regret it.  

“I know we can never be something. Publicly at least. I know that-” Ilya wipes your tears away, and you let out a frustrated sigh, finally opening your eyes and looking at Ilya properly. 

“-but do you really have to act like this is… that I mean nothing to you?” 

“Ты для меня всё значишь.” You can’t understand him. But you don’t pry, you know it’s easier for him to express himself in Russian than in English. 

“Мне жаль, I'm sorry.” 

“What do you want from me, Ilya? Why are you here?” Your voice comes out more exhausted and exasperated than you intended. You were getting tired of this back-and-forth; you needed something tangible. Just something to 

“Я просто хочу тебя.” He says it so softly, so quietly, and so earnestly. You wish you could understand. You yearn to know every sweet nothing he’s whispered to you in his native language. Maybe that was the problem; he couldn’t be vulnerable with you. Not in a way that you could both share. 

You shake your head and take his hands off your face. You weren’t going to entertain this anymore. He couldn’t trust you, couldn’t talk to you, couldn’t give you a straight answer. Pushing yourself off the bench, you make a move to go past him. “I'm done with this, Ilya. Find someone else to string along.” 

He grabs onto your hips and presses you against the lockers. “Let me show you-” He leaned down and kissed you. Every thought left your brain as his lips met yours. You kissed him back just as eagerly; you always felt at home kissing Ilya. This is where you wanted to be. When you pulled away, you chased after him, but he put himself to work right away as he began kissing down your neck. It pained you that this couldn’t be forever. 

“-Show you everything I want to say.” His name slips through your teeth between whimpers as he nips and sucks at your neck. 

“Ilya, we shouldn’t do this here. What if-”

He cuts you off. “Everyone is gone. We’ll be quick, you have no idea how bad I need you.” He whispers those words right into your ear, and it makes you shudder. He turns you around, pressing your front against the lockers. Pulling your pants down, he drops to his knees. Spreading your cheeks, he spits against your hole. He continues, licking and kissing in an attempt to get you wet enough for him, savoring each one of the moans that leave your lips. He was always good with his tongue, and he knew exactly how to drive you crazy. Your hand slammed against the locker. “Stop! I'm gonna-” You warned him of your incoming release, and he immediately backed off, rising back up to his feet. He turned your face to his and kissed you. He pushes his shorts down, revealing the very thing you were craving right now.

  He spits on his cock, stroking himself before pushing the tip against your hole, moaning as he pushes it in. One hand gripping your hip, the other coming up next to yours on the lockers.  “Gonna make you come on my cock, y/n. ” You moan, letting him know how much you want it. 

And as he slips further inside you, he whispers these words as if you were his god-given solace, “Ебать, I missed you.”

The words make your knees weak. Ilya’s strong arm wraps around your front, helping you stand. Ilya pushes himself closer to you, using his body weight to keep you upright; it also moves him deeper into you, as if that were possible. His cock is thick, and it fills you up completely. With no condom, you feel all the parts of him you usually wouldn’t, and you love every second of it.  “I missed you, too, Ilya.” Your voice comes out breathless, and it’s like music to his ears. 

“Repeat it.” He says in between thrusts that are slow and deep, his cock hitting right where you need it. His lips are right against your ear. “Tell me again.” It’s a demand. Ilya urges you with another well-timed thrust that knocks the breath out of your lungs. 

“I missed you.” What you really mean is, I love you. But that’s a secret you keep to yourself. You grip the hand he has on your chest, dropping your head down onto the locker door in front of you. He buries his face into your shoulder, moaning against you as he picks up the pace. 

“Я тебя люблю-” Ilya says against your skin, like he’s breathing the words into you. Like he wants you to know that it’s true, like he wants the words to become a part of who you are. You don’t understand him, but you feel as though you’ve heard it before. 

“Как бы мне хотелось сказать тебе, как сильно я тебя люблю.” He chokes up as he says it, the hand that’s braced up against the locker clenches into a fist. His thrusts are picking up in pace; the sound of his hips slapping against your behind echoes off the walls of the empty locker room. 

He often speaks to you in Russian when you two sleep together. Nothing as long as that, though; usually it’s short, curt words that you can only assume are curses. The way he grabs at your chest and holds you so closely, like he doesn’t want to let you go. You allow yourself to get lost in the moment; you don’t want to think about what-ifs or the state of your relationship. You just want to keep the feeling of Ilya pressed up against your chest forever. His words help push you closer and closer to the edge. You reach behind you, grabbing at his thighs, wanting to feel every piece of him you can.

“Ily-” You cut yourself off with a whimper, but he knows what you want. You're close, and he’s right there with you. 

“I got you, I got you.” He kisses underneath your ear, continuing his thrusts right up into your prostate. 

“You’re mine.” He says it under his breath, but it’s loud enough for you to hear.

 The second the words leave his lips, you’re done for, ropes of cum, and as you squeeze around Ilya’s cock in ecstasy, he follows soon after, the warm feeling of his release fills you up instantly. Your breath shudders as he continues with his thrusts until he’s completely spent. 

Ilya pulls out, and immediately, it’s like your legs turn to jello. He chuckles and helps you stand. Placing a kiss on your temple, before taking a towel from his bag and beginning to clean you up. 

“I’m yours?” You ask after he helps you sit down. 

“You were always mine.” He says as he kisses you silly, you smile against his lips like a dope. Savoring the attention you were getting from him. You could only hope you weren’t making a mistake. 

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translations:

Ты для меня всё значишь - you mean everything to me

Мне жаль - im sorry

Я просто хочу тебя. - i just want you

Ебать - fuck

Я тебя люблю - i love you

You’ve dealt with it the best you can, sending texts back and forth about your day even if it’s just an emoji. Calls at least three times a day. He makes sure to take a break from patrol right when you’re having lunch so he won’t have to miss talking to you. Really in Peter’s opinion, this whole situation was your fault, you know how much he misses you how could you expect him to hear that comment you made about what you wanted to do to him when you got back home? And from your tone of voice, it wasn’t very family-friendly. It got Peter thinking about how he’d give anything to touch you, feel you. A very distracting thing to think about while trying to fight criminals. 

All of the cultivated to this very moment. The nightly phone call from Peter came earlier than usual but was still very much welcome. You greeted him all cheery and excited and just hearing you say his name did more to him than he’d like to admit. “Hey y/n.” He couldn’t even get the whole thing, his voice was shaky. He had tried to blow off steam before your phone call but it became very evident that he needed your help and you were happy to be of service. 

You immediately knew what he needed. Of course, you did. But we’re you going to give it to him easily? Well, that was entirely up to Peter. “Oh hon, you’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Your voice deepens, dark and sultry. He could finish by just listening to you talk. He probably will. 

“Of course I was, I’m always thinking about you.”

Sweet boy. You think. “You know what I meant Peter. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing right now? What you were thinking about?”

“Was thinking about-” He curses. “I was thinking how much I miss you. Need you here with me, can’t touch myself like you can.”

“Yeah, Pete? I miss you too.”

“Miss you so fucking much baby.” He gasps, he’s imagining his hand as your own. Slowly stroking up and down his cock, his thumb slowly rolling over the tip. Trying to replicate what you do. The sounds coming through the speaker make your stomach clench. You wish you could see his face although the mental picture isn’t half bad. 

“You need help don’t you baby?” He does. He really fucking does.

“Yes god...Please yes.” You smile, he sounds pitiful, your boy needs you, and you are there to help. 

“I got you baby don’t worry.”

Another sound coming from the side of the house makes you jump, quickly turning in that direction. “Billy, if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.” Slowly you step carefully towards the direction of the sound, fed up with the game Billy was playing. But then you have the sudden thought that it could be a squatter and not your friend took any bravery you felt left your body. 

 “Seriously this isn’t a funny man! If you don’t come out I’m gonna leave.” Another bang makes you jump, skin raised with goosebumps and hair standing on end you quickly back away. “This is ridiculous.” You mutter under your breath. Suddenly two hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into their firm chest. A shrill yell left your lips and you flayed your arms around in an attempt to get away. Not stopping until you heard Billy’s familiar laugh. 

“Hey! Hey it’s me.” He spoke in between laughs, letting go of your arms and allowing you to turn around. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You know I scare easy Billy.” You huff as you look around for the flashlight you dropped in the struggle. You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest.

“I know I’m sorry.” 

You hum non-committal, not completely believing that he was all that apologetic. 

“What are we doing here anyway?” you asked hitting the flashlight with the back of your hand, it flickered on only for a second before dimming out again. Dead. Great.

Billy lifts his polaroid camera, shaking it in his hands with a smile. “We, my friend are here to take photos.” 

“And why are we doing that exactly?” 

“Halloween decorations… and memories.” Billy hands you his camera and gestures for you to follow him. The front door isn’t gonna work he explains but there’s a window around back that’ll do the trick. 

“We can’t just go to the store like normal people?” 

“Nope.” He grunts as he struggles to pull open the old window but after some effort it budges. “Plus we gotta get you out of your comfort zone. After you sir.” 

You simply sigh and crawl through the window.

___

Somehow you lost Billy again because of course you did. You can’t seem to catch a break tonight. You had turned your back for one second to look at the graffiti on the wall and then all of a sudden he was gone again. “Please don’t scare me again Billy.” 

You could feel your heart thumping hard against your chest in anticipation. 

“Woah, your hearts beating fast. I didn’t even mean to scare you that time.” His sudden presence makes you take in a sudden breath your eyes shutting quickly. I need to put a bell on this man, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you  terrify me multiple times in one night.”  

“Terrified huh?” He places a hand at the curve of your waist, leaning further into you.

“Billy.” You pay no mind to his hand on your waist, you’re just ready to go home no longer wanting to be teased. 

“You know if you’re this scared we could do something that will really get your mind off things.” 

“Replace that feeling with something good.” He whispers against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. You want to ask him what he means but he answers the question before it could even leave your lips, pressing his erection up against your back. 

“O-oh I uh...I’ve never really done anything like that before.” You are flustered and a little embarrassed to admit that you don’t have much experience. 

“Really?” His voice is husky as he kisses down your neck. It makes your knees weak. 

“You don’t gotta worry I’ll take good care of you.” He lifts his head, turning yours to face him. His eyes are barely visible to you but you can tell they’re looking right into yours. Everything about him is so utterly intoxicating, it’s hard to resist. “Teach you how to do everything. What do you say?”

“O-okay.” You mutter quietly and he smiles. 

He looks down towards your lips but doesn’t kiss you. “Let’s start you off with something easy hm?” You nod and he turns you around to face him, pushing you down on your knees. 

You looked up at him wide-eyed and he unbuckled his belt, opening his pants enough to pull his cock out. 

“Don’t look so scared baby I said I’d walk you through it~” He teased as he pushed his member against your lips. “Open the mouth of yours baby. Yeah stick your tongue out~” You followed his instructions whimpering when he taps his dicks against your tongue. 

He grunts. “You look fucking good like this. I’m just gonna push the tip in okay?” You hum in acknowledgment preparing yourself as best you could for the intrusion. You try to lift your hands to his thighs to brace yourself but he swiftly pushes them off himself.

“Ah ah, keep those hands to yourself, babe.” Billy rests a hand on the back of your head. “Gotta move your head y/n.” He pushes slightly at your head, just to encourage you to find your rhythm. 

Your movements are slow and unsure, the furthest you go is about halfway down. Billy allows this for only a few moments before he gets impatient and takes control. “Lemme show you how to do it.” 

The hand resting on your head suddenly grips your hair and forces you down the rest of his cock, holding you there. You try and fight the urge to gag around him. “Fuck.. you're a natural y/n.” He moans, his head falling back. He curses again holding you for a moment longer before letting you free.

You immediately pull off of him coughing. “What the hell Billy?” You spoke angrily. 

He shrugged at you with a smug smile on his face. “It distracted you didn’t it? Now do you still wanna learn or are you gonna keep complaining?” You looked at him skeptically but nodded, scooching closer to him slowly. You trusted Billy not to hurt you and he was right you did feel way less scared now. Way less.

“Atta boy.” He encourages you and pulls you back around his dick. Moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. “Keep your head still for me, okay?” He doesn’t give you much of a warning before his hand is tugging at your hair to keep you steady and thrusting his hips at a steady pace. 

He curses under his breath as he fucks into your mouth. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together. You’ve never been used like this before and it’s doing something to you.  He takes notice. “Is this all I needed to do to keep you from getting scared? Use you like some cheap whore?” You moan at his words and it causes his hips to stutter. 

“I’m the first person that’s ever gotten to fuck this mouth huh?” He picks up the pace, his rhythm much more uncoordinated as he approaches his end.  “Gonna be the first to cum down that throat and you’re gonna take it.” 

He slaps your cheek to catch your attention. “Hey, hey look at me.” You make eye contact with him and your utterly fucked out expression is what helps his climax. He holds your head to the base of his cock, forcing you to swallow all of his seed. 

He lets you go and watches as you cough and try to catch your breath. You don’t get too long of a break though because soon he’s gripping your chin and forcing you to look his way. “We’re just getting started baby.” 

Matt doesn’t think he’s ever felt more appreciative in his life. He can feel that you’re alive and safe and well. With you laying on his chest like this your heartbeat reverberates through his body and into his soul. You’re calm, you’re happy. For months even in your sleep, he could tell you were carrying so much weight, there was so much you wanted to say that you felt like you couldn’t. You don’t have to worry about that anymore. He held you closer placing a lingering kiss on the top of your head, breathing in deeply, you smelled of mint-scented shampoo and more importantly him. He loved that. Matthew was so focused on thoughts of last night's talk he almost didn’t notice the shift in your breath and the natural increase of your heartbeat, telltale signs that you were waking up. Almost. But even if he did miss that Matt definitely wouldn’t miss the soft press of your lips against his skin. Right over his heart. Your heart is more like it. 

“Matthew, do you have any idea what time it is?”

He had to chuckle at that, your voice was hoarse and you sounded the slightest bit annoyed. It was music to him, he loved it. “No I hadn't checked, I didn’t want to disturb you.” 

“Too early, the one time we don’t have a bunch of adrenaline to keep us up is the time you decide to wake up early.” 

“Bad timing. I know.”

“Horrible.” You’re smiling.

“The worst.” He’s smiling.

“Well you, my darling, are so so lucky that you have such a charming face because it’s too early;

You stretch out like a cat, a groan escapes past your lips as you plop back down onto Matt’s chest.

the sun is barely even up Matt.” 

The tone of your voice betrays your words, you’re not that upset. More like delighted, actually. It was hard not to be with Matt when you have moments like this. 

“Not like I could tell.” Matt knows he might get in trouble teasing you so early in the morning but he truly cannot help himself. When can he ever? 

“Matt.” The sigh you let out was tired but playful, you were more than willing to put up with his teasing. 

“You are ridiculous.”

“You love it~”

He’s right; you do. You really do. 

“You’re lucky I do.” 

I am lucky. He thinks. Incredibly so. 

You shuffle off his chest and onto the space unoccupied on your queen bed. It’s cold from being unslept on and it makes you shiver. Almost immediately he’s chasing after you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he moves onto his side. He doesn’t pull you but it’s glaringly obvious You’re not leaving, he knows that but he wants you back where you were. You stay where you are on your side beside him. Your hand approaches his face brushing softly at the crease between his eyebrows that never seems to leave. 

“I’ll let you waking up at such an ungodly hour slide since you seem so happy to see me.” Your hand is on his cheek now and you scooch closer allowing no space between the two of you.

He was. “I’m always happy to see you, pretty.” 

“How would you know, hm?”

He smiles, turning his head so he can kiss the palm of your head. “I can tell.” 

“Ridiculous.” You’re teasing him back. He knows that but he wants you to know he means it. 

“It’s not ridiculous.” 

“I know love. I know.” You kiss underneath his jaw, in the place you know he’s just the slightest bit ticklish in an attempt to hear him laugh. He does. He always does. You keep kissing him moving your way slowly down his neck. You stop for a moment and then you’re laughing. 

“It is just a little bit though. How you know whenever someone is good looking.” 

“I do not!” He denies it, of course, he does.  Matt’s acting shocked but he’s not. It’s not the first time you’ve questioned Matt’s uncanny ability to identify an attractive person and it probably won’t be the last. 

“Matt Murdock you absolutely do.” Your words are intertwined with your laugh. He can feel your shoulders shaking against his chest and he loves it. Loves the sound, loves the feeling. 

Matt doesn’t agree or disagree. Instead, he responds with a comment about how you’ve been hanging around Foggy too much and you argue that there is no such this as too much Foggy Nelson and that he agrees to. 

By now your kisses have traveled down to his chest and one lingers just a little longer over his heart and he’s basking in the feeling of your lips against your skin. You glance up at him and a warm feeling fills your chest. If you hadn’t felt his hands moving their way across the expanse of your back you would have thought he was asleep. His eyes were closed and he looked nothing less than relaxed, a rare feat for a man like him. 

“Baby~” You call, voice light and airy. He hums, as an acknowledgment that he heard you. Your hand travels down his body to the partial erection you had been feeling against your thigh. While not wholly erect it’s prominent enough to feel through his briefs  “Nice to know more than one part of you is happy to see me.” 

He jumps slightly, not expecting your sudden touch. Matt recovers quickly and soon he’s leaning into it as you stroke him over his underwear. “Every part of me is always happy to see you.” 

 You gently push at his shoulder moving him to lay flat on his back. “Oh yeah?” Hovering over his face you lean in close lips barely an inch away from his. 

“Yeah..” He whispers leaning up to close the gap between your lips but you pull away. You tease. He thinks. Matt’s about to let you know what he thinks but instead, a hiss leaves his lips as you’ve moved your hand inside his underwear and grasped his cock. Your hand feels cold against the sensitive skin but it isn’t unwelcome and it prepares him for when you pull him out of his briefs. 

“Every part of me is happy to see you too ~” You whisper against his ear before you begin to travel down his body again. There’s no question what you’re going for but he stops you. Your attention is called to him as he grabs your arm gently and he shakes his head. As much as he loves the feeling of your mouth where he needs it most he wants you to stay up here with him. You obliged and made your way back up. This time you kiss him; he makes sure you do, practically ambushing you as soon as you’re in range. Matt has a firm yet gentle hold on your neck just under your jaw, fingers pressed right against your pulse point. 

You’re stroking him how he likes long and slow with your finger occasionally catching on the tip and it time it does it makes him gasp against your lips. The sounds Matt makes as you stroke him are music to your ears low and from his chest. Slowly you move to straddle his hips and even through your underwear he feels heavy against you and it makes you groan. His hands move to your thighs and he encourages you to move your hips. This time he’s the one kissing your neck, moaning against your skin as you grind down onto him.  In true Matt fashion, he knows how to work that mouth of his. Open-mouth kisses trail down the side of your neck coming to a halt just above your clavicle. He’s chosen his target, taking the skin in between his teeth sucking and licking until you bruise. He’s cutting it close to the rule you have about no hickeys above the collar but at the moment you don’t mind too much. His lips move to that spot you love oh so much and it makes your breath stutter and your hips buckle.

“Matty.” It doesn’t come out as strong as you want it to but Matt knows exactly what you need. 

“I know baby. I know.” Matt then flips you on your back pulling your underwear off in a smooth motion Matt’s crowding your space and you accept it happily. The feeling of his weight on top of you is more than welcome but you choose to tease him anyway. 

“You’re heavy.” You groan and push at his shoulder with no real attempt to move him which only prompted him to put more of his weight onto you. 

“Bear with me for just a bit baby.” He chuckled and before you could reply he was touching you right where you need him most. Your head drops against the pillows and you moan his name breathy and quiet. Matt reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube from inside the drawer,  you hear the cap open and close before his hands are back on you. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He repeats it in a whisper as his lube-covered fingers prod at your entrance. You clench around him as he eases two fingers in.  He spreads his fingers wide drawing them in and out slowly. “That feel good?” You nod vigorously reaching out you wrap your arms around his neck pulling Matt in close. “Need you, Matty. Please.” You whispered breathlessly. 

“I got you baby.” Matt continues to work you open his fingers pushing into you deep exactly where you need them, stretching you wide until you’re whining and your nails are digging into his back. 

 “Need you inside.”

“Yeah, babe? Fuck…” And suddenly the waiting is too much for him as well, he needs you as much as you need him. He pulls away from you only for a moment to slip on a condom but then he’s back, hands grabbing at your thighs and cock prodding at your entrance. You both groan as he slips in the stretch of his cock isn’t unfamiliar to you. He finds all the right places right away. He sinks his entire weight into you and it makes you whimper just how full you feel. 

Matt’s thrusts are slow and gentle but they reach deep. You’re not going anywhere there’s no need to rush. 

“Yeah, you like that? Sound so good baby.” He leans in close for a kiss and you nod against his lips. Words lost upon you. Matt’s everywhere, he’s invading your senses, and all you feel is him. It’s overwhelming but it’s also perfect and you think about how it must be like for him living like this twenty-four-seven, ten times more intense. You think if you asked him he’d say something charming and cheesy like It’s the life I’ve always lived but you make it so much easier. The thought makes you laugh and of course matt notices. 

“You know giggling at a moment like this isn’t usually a good sign.” He jokes and he’s got that smirk on his face that you know very well.  “What's going on in that head of yours huh?” He kisses the side of your face, across your cheek, and down your jaw as you had done earlier. 

“Thinking ‘bout you Matt.” It takes you a moment to find your voice, it’s heavy as if you weren’t expecting to have to speak and it makes him laugh. 

“Something good?”

“Always.” 

“Good.” He whispers and continues his ministrations. When he feels your grip around him tighten and he knows he’s got you where he wants you. He pulls his hips back slowly and thrusts in sharp and quick. It makes you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He continues that rhythm the tip of his cock hitting right where you find the most pleasure. Your moans are light and airy and it’s driving him crazy. “Right there huh? Make that sound for me again baby.” You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to he draws every little moan and whimper out of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and tug at the short hairs at the back of his neck. “Oh baby, please go faster. Please.” How can he deny you when you sound like that? Matt obliges to drive his cock into you faster, forcing his arms under your body, wrapped around your back face buried in your neck. His nose pressed up right next to your pulse point. 

“God you feel so fucking, good darling. Take my cock so good, you're squeezing the life out of me baby.” His words only make you clench harder and it draws a groan from his lips. “Matty…please..” You moan into his hair. Matt’s words caused heat to spread throughout your body and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching “You gonna cum pretty? Go ahead baby, I got you. I got you.”

Matt’s thrusts get more intense and you’re right there. Everything’s not enough until it is and you drop over the edge. Your body convulses, hips gyrating as your orgasm passes through your whole body. The moan you let out was loud, probably too loud for how early it was but you simply couldn’t hold it back. Matt’s movements don’t stop he fucks you through it but you clench down on him so tight it makes it hard to move. Very quickly he’s right there with you muttering curses under his breath. He keeps thrusting until neither of you can take it anymore and you both just have to lay there basking in each other’s company, breathing heavily and out of breath. 

After a moment, when you’re a little more okay and a little less starstruck you pull his face from your neck. “Let me look at you baby.” You take his face in your hands and hold him close noses touching, his eyes are open and even though you know he can’t see Matt always has a way of looking into your soul and you love every bit of it.  “So pretty Matty.” Matt isn’t one to get shy easily but you can see the way his ears flush red and how he sinks deeper into your touch. He kisses you 

“Love you, Matty.” You whisper into his ear. 

“I Love you too darling.” 

Coming to a new school is always nerve-wracking, especially in the middle of the year

Now coming to the top class, of the top hero school in the middle of the year. Gosh, you felt like you were gonna pass out.

When you first introduced yourself to the class you were quiet.

Your shy demeanor reminded the class of Tamaki.

Even though you were shy some people in the class tried to talk to you.

Deku asked about your quirk and Kirishima invited you to sit when him and his friends at lunch.

Being around all those people was really intimidating though.

You just ended up answering people's questions politely but you didn't strive to make friends.

Everyone knew you were shy and thought you'd come around eventually.

But 3 months into the school year you're still eating lunch on the roof by yourself and not speaking to people outside of training times.

It's not that you didn't want to be friends. You were just afraid of what people would think about you. Especially with how some people in the class have big mouths (*cough* Bakugo *cough*)

You were afraid of being made fun of. That's what happened at your old school.

You came out to one of your best friends. You trusted him and wanted to get it off your chest.

He didn't react how you hoped he would. He laughed at first, asking if you were serious were not, and when he realized you were he immediately distanced himself from you.

"Well, why the hell are you telling me?! You better not be in love with me or something."

Needless to say, that was the end of your friendship.

he held the fact that you were gay over your head for months, using it to get you to do what you wanted.

You were a lot more cautious of other people after that.

One day though when you were going up to the roof for lunch, Todoroki was up there.

"Oh..Hi"

"Hey"

"I'm l/n"

"I'm Todoroki."

After that awkward encounter, you both sat and ate lunch in silence.

That started happening more and more, you both would eat lunch together.

After a while, the silence became less awkward and more routine.

You never really made a move to talk to him besides a simple greeting.

He was the one the started the conversation that started your friendship after finding out you both had the same favorite food.

Then after that, you found out you had a whole lot of stuff in common.

It was hard for you to make friends after what happened but Todoroki made you comfortable.

You started sticking around him during training.

In the dorms he often comes to visit your room where you show him some of your favorite video games.

You make him come to the kitchen with you in the middle of the night if you get hungry.

By far he is the closest person in the class to you.

Today however was particularly bad for you. Things just weren't going your way.

Training hadn't gone well and you wouldn't be able to hang out with Shoto after school because he had school.

You went to the store to get some snacks before going back to the dorms. While you were there you saw your old friend.

Needless to say, you left as quickly as possible.

You don't think he saw you but it brought up a lot of unwanted memories.

When you got back you went straight to your room and sulked under the covers.

You weren't sure how long you were there but when you heard a knock at your door it was dark outside.

"Y/n?"

It was Shoto's voice.

Slowly you got out of bed and opened the door.

He smiled at you, but noticing the tears on your face he got concerned.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Coming into your room you both sat on the bed.

You ended up telling him everything, you didn't even notice you had included that you liked guys until the end of your story.

You didn't look at him, not wanting to know his reaction but then he held your hand.

"Hey, if you're worried I'll turn out like he did, don't. I wouldn't do that to you."

"I actually um.. like you y/n"

When you turned back to look at him he was blushing, looking down at your hands.

His confession shocked you, you had no idea he felt the same way as you.

"I like you too."

He looked at you hopefully with a smile on his face.

"Really?"

You nod and hug him tightly.

"Be my boyfriend?"