bitch slapping fwb!touya during an argument 18+ MDNI!!!
it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.
actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.
and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.
slap!
the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?
the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.
“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”
his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.
“can you do that again?”
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walking in on roommate!touya watching porn send tweet 18+ MDNI!!!
it’s been a long day. classes were excruciating, that jerk who came in over your shift was rude as fuck and you almost said fuck it, but you really do need the money and can’t risk getting fired; you did spit in the dude’s coffee, though.
when you come home and greet “hello” into the void, no one answers, so you assume touya - your roommate - is either still busy with class or at the gym with keigo (not with tomura because the most training the guy gets in is for a fortnite tournament). his door is closed, so you don’t even bother checking.
you just go through the motions of unwinding: unpack your bag, get a fresh pair of pjs out of the closet and head to the bathroom to take a long relaxing shower. with your playlist playing loud enough over the sound of the water stream, you can’t hear anything else.
touya’s had a long fucking day. he woke up to a myriad of texts from his shitty dad which he didn’t bother reading and two missed calls from “hookup blonde #3” at 3am (he immediately blocked the number). none of his classes were interesting enough for him, not when he knows he’s going to ace every exam without even trying, and in hindsight, he guesses enrolling in a faculty of his father’s choosing wasn’t that terrible. at the gym, keigo chewed his ear off about whatever he had already tuned out by then.
yeah, touya’s life was soooooo hard.
and you were the problem.
you see, from the moment you’ve moved in with touya, you’ve been a real big pain in the ass. but it’s not because you’re a bad roommate (he’s never seen you leave a dirty spot anywhere), or a bad person, or anything bad someone might think. no, you’re perfect. and that is not okay.
because touya just seems to get hard every fucking time you’re around. even when you’re doing the most mundane thing like cleaning the kitchen counter or hum along the opening music of your favorite show when you’re watching TV— he can’t take it. the only thing he can do is hole himself up in his room and jerk off enough times to be normal and bear existing in the same space as you.
you must think he’s an asshole - which frankly, he is - but it’s not like he can simply say “hey, you make me so horny i either cum 4 times in a row or i’ll have to check myself into a mental hospital”. yeah, not exactly gentlemanly of him. he’s also thought of releasing this restlessness with somebody in his roster, however, the last time touya had a girl in his bed while you were on a night out with your friends he ended up calling her your name…whoops?
the moment he steps into the apartment, he knows he’s fucked. he’d gone through the day almost on autopilot because of how pent up he was, and he can barely think straight when he hears the water running. just thinking about you taking a shower, droplets clinging to your skin where his tongue should be instead. he can’t take it.
and in the heat of the moment, he forgets to lock the door.
you didn’t mean to peek.
you were fresh out of the shower, and in the short journey from the bathroom to the kitchen - in nothing but a flimsy towel wrapped around you - you noticed touya’s bedroom’s door was ajar. then came the unmistakable sounds. flames erupted all over your body, a yelp escaping your lips when you catch a glimpse of touya’s—
“y/n?”
shit. shitshitshitshitshit.
with your back pressed against the wall and a hand clammed over your mouth, you hope he won’t notice. that he’ll think he’s just imagined it, and goes back to…whatever he was doing so you can skedaddle and leave him undisturbed. you'd just have to find a way to forget everything you’ve just witnessed.
“i know you’re there.”
his voice sounds different. you’ve never heard him like this. it’s deep, like when he’s fresh out of bed, but it carries an edge that says ”you’re in trouble”.
the only thing you can do is take a deep breath and take a tentative peep once more. “y-yes? i’m sorry, touya, i-i didn’t mean to…i didn’t even know you were home,” you squeak, hand shaking as you hold the towel flush to your chest. “i won’t interrupt you again, i’ll just go—”
“come watch with me,” he cuts you off. you can’t see his face, you don’t dare to open the door any further, but you can imagine it. “you were already watching anyway, so might as well get a closer look, no?”
“was not!” you protest, but it comes out weak. he has the nerve to chuckle. “c’mon, pretty, don’t make me get up to come get you. i mean of course, i won’t do anything you don’t want to, but the offer’s up.”
his words hang in the air for a beat too long. “are…are you dressed?” you ask meekly. “of course i’m dressed. i’m horny but i’m not a perverted creep,” he taunts. not that much of a perverted creep, he thinks. but you don’t need to know that.
he almost backtracked immediately when he saw you slip into his bedroom with only that flimsy towel around you, instead letting a grin stretch over his face. a predator locking eyes with its prey. “pretty,” he murmurs under his breath, icy blues watching you approach the bed.
“this is so stupid,” you grumble. “and you watch porn on your laptop? get on with the times, dude.” touya snorts, shrugging his shoulders. “i’m gonna have to need glasses if i squint my eyes too much to look at my phone. if anything, it’s for my health.”
you shake your head, but your gaze keeps flicking between his tented sweatpants and the paused frame on his laptop. it seems pretty basic and vanilla - boring ass man, you think - with the guy fucking the girl in doggy on the couch, her knees on the armrest while he’s standing.
“you look disappointed?” his voice brings you back to the ridiculous situation you’ve gotten yourself into. “no, it’s just an average watch for an average man, i guess.”
touya drags a loooong look over your figure, not only admiring your figure but also observing your body language, those micro-movements that give you away. he presses play. you wince when the video resumes suddenly, the actress’s pornographic moans (no pun intended) filling up the room.
the laptop rests in touya’s lap, slightly angled towards where you’re idly standing next to his bed, like the idiot that you are. why the fuck are you even here? this is—
“enough,” you tighten the towel around you once more, clearing your throat. “i don’t know why i agreed to this, i don’t know why—”
“you’re wet?”
you’ve already taken two steps towards the door when he asks that, and it takes every ounce of will in your body to not roll your eyes at him. he raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “well?” he urges. “there’s nothing wrong with it, y’know? we’re humans, we get turned on by this, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. so, are you wet?”
you don’t even give yourself the time to think before you reply. “why don’t you come and find out?”
the laptop toppled down the bed from the sheer hunger he lunged himself at you with. you barely have any time to register your back hitting the wall, your towel falling to the ground as touya drops to his knees for you. one of your legs is thrown over his shoulder, and his face is buried in your cunt.
“o-oh fuck!”
“you’re not wet…you’re mmm- drenched,” his words are almost drowned by the lewd slurps he's drawing out with his mouth, tongue lavishing your soppy pussy like this is his last meal. in all honesty, it might as well be, because touya would die a happy, fulfilled man after getting a taste of you.
“touya…touya- fuck, s-slow down!” you keen, hips bucking into his ravenous maw. his lips close in around your clit, already puffy and flushed, wrenching the most pathetic mewl from your chest. “slow down? slow down?” he says like it’s a blasphemy. purposeful fingers dig into the plush of your ass, tugging you even closer.
it’s maddening. your brain has long short-circuited, pleasure overtaking any rational function. you’re grateful, because otherwise you would be wondering just how did you get into this whole predicament, with your obnoxiously hot roommate eating you out against the wall of his bedroom. never in your dirtiest late-night fantasies of him would you have fathomed this.
“shit, you’re so sweet,” he mumbles against your folds, flat tongue licking stripe over your slit, slow enough to make you chase after him with a long moan. “aht, aht,” touya tuts, giving your ass a warning squeeze. “giving me all that attitude…you’re gonna behave now.”
you want to object, but all you can manage is a bratty whine. you can feel him grinning against you. his free hand brushes over your inner thigh before a long digit circles your wet hole. touya could tease you a little longer, until you’re crying and begging for him, but he’s waited far too long to have you like this he might be even more impatient than you.
his middle finger slides right in, followed by his index only moments later when he doesn’t find much resistance. your walls suck him in so deliciously he groans at the thought of just how good you’ll feel around his cock.
“touya, please—” you gasp, back bowing away from the wall in a perfect arch when his wrist flicks just right, digits pumping against the bullseye of your g-spot with scary accuracy. he unlatches from your cunt only to look up at you with those sapphire eyes and that smirk, and if you were any more coherent, you’d be furious at how pretty he looks with his chin glistening in your juices.
“are you gonna cum? pretty girl’s gonna cum all over my face, hm?” he teases before diving back in, taking your clit in his mouth with a sloppy french kiss, driving you right over the edge. you cum with a shrill of his name, fingers lodged in his snowy hair, keeping him glued to you. he works you through every peak, until your legs are jelly and he has to keep you upright before you collapse.
touya stays kneeling on the floor a while longer, watching you with some dumb adoration you don’t quite register, still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm. in the midst of your afterglow, you glance down at him. “what now?”
“what now?” he echoes, gently niblling your thigh. “since what i was watching got you so worked up, it’s only fair we recreate it now, don’t you think?”
yeah, he wasn’t letting go of you anytime soon.
┊┊a/n. yeah i know i've already written something similar but IDCCC it's my ovulation and i decide the smut to write. also this was supposed to be much shorter? idk what happened i got lost in the cocky bastard touya banter sauce ++ it's so fricking late if there are any typos pls live with it IT'S ALMOST 2AM GOODNIGHT.
contents: smau, band!au, rockstar!Touya x pro-hero!reader, crack, fluff
profiles
┊┊a/n. thank you @areyouokhoney for the request! i apologize if it's ass i would've loved to turn this into a series but unfortunately my schedule and other fics i'm working on keep me from developing this into something fuller. HOWEVER i really love this au so perhaps i'll write some related drabbles? who knows
I’ve had this idea for quite long and will try to explain it as best as I can -> au where bandsinger!Touya has a huge celebrity crush on prohero!Reader to the point of having fan accounts of them (in secret but his fellow members know) and maybe having some song written for hero. Touya gets exposed of his crush on some aspiring hero by Toga on interview and now everyone, including the hero in question, are super eager to find out who is his “muse”
I will over the moon to see this come to life, but no pressure!! Thank you for opportunity 💋💋💋
P.S. I will come up with smth nasty I just need some time to let my freak free 😀
My Muse - Touya Todoroki
contents band!au, rockstar!Dabi x pro-hero!reader, fluff, mainly crack, i just made some BULLSHITTTTT and everyone is an idiot
┊┊MEET THE CAST (profiles)
┊┊a/n. i already have all the other stuff ready i just have to separate it in 2 posts because of the 30 images limit also this won't have a taglist bc i'll post everything today
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a short blurb that came to mind after so many oomfs sent me this video on tiktok
no one talks about the scars of grief, especially at a time where weakness is disregarded, and, in your case, prohibited. so nobody comforted you when your childhood best friend touya disappeared, when you couldn’t count on sharing the pain with little princess fuyumi after her father, the king, ceased all communication with neighboring kingdoms.
you had to learn how to live without him longer than you’d known him, the shard of loss lodged in your heart never quite leaving, like a strategically light headache that doesn’t go away no matter what. that’s what growing up without touya had felt like.
even now, almost a decade later, you found yourself thinking that some things would’ve been far more entertaining, if only he’d been there by your side. not that much of a far-fetched thought, giving the royal blood coursing through your veins. the pin was almost unbearable when you thought about being king and queen. together.
that’s why you can’t find any entertainment in watching man after man perform their tricks. some of them were impressive, sure, but nothing brought that spark that should come with a jester. after your dad had the previous one executed, the court had to host yet another event to choose a new one. which meant wasting away a whole afternoon with men degrading themselves in hopes of mercy, and a salary that would be higher - even if not by much - than whatever they were earning before.
none of them piqued your interest, until you saw him. hair dark and dull, like he’d been coating them with coal, but those eyes. they were the color of the ocean you would see in the distance when you used to sneak up the highest tower of the castle. his color.
your touya.
┊┊a/n. is this one of the many other blurbs i write that won't go anywhere...likely. BUT UGH the POTENTIALLL (honorary mention: @imaginationmess) not beta read we die on sekoto peak
