CW: small angst, brat shit, comfort, face fucking, mentions of force, consensual force, kind of breathplay if u squint, mentions of training, degradation, unprotected sex, big fat sub space for a moment, dom todo, aftercare and comfort
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"GOD you are so annoying!" Y/n said, marching away from Shoto with arms crossed.
They've been at it all day and honestly, the whole group was tired of it. With Shoto in another argument with his dad and Y/n going at it with their roommate, they're both tense. And when they're both tense, you can expect a day of bickering.
What was supposed to be a fun day out with old classmates turned into everyone having fun and Todoroki and Y/n off to the side bickering.
They had given Jiro and Denki a ride, which resulted in the two guests in the backseat rolling their eyes and listening to Y/n and Todoroki argue about directions and Todoroki being a "backseat driver that doesn't know how to get from point a to point b without taking 16 extra fucking turns-".
Fast forward to everyone leaving the mall with their shopping bags.
"Can you literally take one- ONE- of these bags Shoto?" Y/n asked, exasperated.
"No, I have enough. You can handle it." He responded dryly.
"Jesus christ- you're so helpful thank you so much. Boyfriend of the year." Y/n sighed under their breath- Shoto fully hearing.
The rest of the group was significantly further ahead than them, leaving them to bicker.
"You know, I'd be more apt to help if you were a little nicer?" Shoto said, staring forward.
"Oh yeah, because you've been so nice to me today, right?" Y/n asked, voice laced with bitter sarcasm.
"Yeah I have, considering your attitude." He replied coolly.
"GOD you are so annoying!" And que the marching towards the car.
Sighing, Shoto catches up to the group, looking to Jiro and Denki, silently asking them if they need a ride back still.
"Oh hey man, Kirishima and Bakugou said they'll bring us back into town, no worries about us!" Denki reassured the bicolored haired boy, patting his back.
"Okay- thanks guys. Sorry about- ya know. Today." Todoroki apologized, knowing full well that Y/n would text an apology once they cooled down and would continue apologizing for days.
"Don't worry about it! We know things are tense- take it easy tonight ok? Let us know if you guys need anything." Deku offered comfort to his close friend with a smile.
"Thanks, I'll see you guys later." Shoto said his goodbye, stalking towards the car.
Once he got to the car, his put the bags in the backseat and went to get in the passenger seat, but saw Y/n already sat there.
"I'm driving home?" He asked through the window.
"Mmhm." Was all he got in response.
Getting in the driver seat, he pushed his hair out of his face, feeling Y/n's eyes on him.
"I'm... sorry for... being a bitch today." Y/n said, looking down to their lap.
"It's fine. I was a dick. Just... let's get home ok?" He sighed, putting the car into drive, letting Y/n take control of the music.
It was a silent ride home, the air was thick and tense. These two absolutely knew how this day of arguments was going to end. The same way bickering filled days typically do.
Pulling into Shoto's driveway, Y/n unbuckled and hopped out, leaving their bags in the back seat. Shoto unbuckled and stepped out, watching as Y/n skipped up the stairs and waited for him by the door.
'Already showing obedience?' he wondered, watching as Y/n looked to the ground in front of the unlocked door.
As he got to the front door and opened it, no words were exchanged as they both noted the change in atmosphere and lack of harsh words.
Walking into the house and kicking their shoes off, Y/n looked to the young Todoroki, silently asking permission to venture further into the house and which way to go.
"Bedroom." He said stoically. He waited for Y/n to scurry off before walking to the room himself.
Walking into the room, he was greeted with Y/n sat on the bed, hands in lap, eyes glossy. He walked up to the poor figure, putting his hand on their cheek making them look in his eyes.
"Why the tears, sweetheart?" He asked, knowing the answer.
"I-I just. I feel bad. I was a bitch-"
"A brat. You were a brat. You made us both look foolish today, babe. I can't have that." He interrupted, knowing they understood what he meant.
"I'm sorry." Y/n whispered.
"Youre sorry...?"
"Im sorry... sir." Y/n said quietly, not allowing any tears to spill.
Kissing Y/n harshly. Todoroki pulled them up off the bed. Taking their shirt off and leaving their chest on display, Y/n was becoming putty in Shoto's hands- which of course led to him getting a hard on.
Soft moans came from Y/n once he moved his kisses to their neck. Turning them around, Todoroki sat on the bed and looked up at Y/n through lidded eyes.
Y/n took a leap of faith, hoping he knew that they just wanted to please him. Y/n pushed on Shoto's chest, shoving him back onto the bed and pulling his pants and underwear down. He took note of this gesture once Y/n wrapped their pretty lips around his length, earning a groan.
He began lulling them into a false security, Y/n's chest swelling with pride as Shoto allowed them to suck at a pace they decided, going only as deep as they could handle.
"You're so good at this, sweetheart." He half moaned, getting Y/n to look at him so he could see the look on their face when he did what he had planned since they shoved him onto the bed.
Suddenly, Shoto pushed on the back of Y/n's head, forcing them to deep throat the man's long cock, making them sputter and gag, hands gripping his thighs.
"I don't know who you think is in control after- fuck- what you pulled all day, you fucking brat-" Shoto seethed, taking in the tears beginning to drop from his poor partner's eyes. "- but youre definitely not going to try to top me in any way tonight." He continued to fuck Y/n's face, listening to the poor moans and sputtering from them, getting harder from both.
"Thats it, take it baby." He groaned out, loving the feeling of his dick hitting the back of Y/n's throat.
"You gonna push me on the bed like that again?" He asked, grabbing their hair.
Unable to think straight, Y/n couldnt find a way to respond in time.
Pulling Y/n's hair and them off of his dick, Shoto let them breathe for a second before shoving their face down onto his dick, and he asked again.
"Are you gonna try to push me on the fucking bed again, you little brat?" Knowing they couldn't respond, he took it upon himself to answer for them.
Putting his hands on both sides of Y/n's messy face, spit and tears making hair stick to their face, he physically shook their head no, making his dick drag along the back of their tongue. "No you're not, thats right, good little bitch." He smirked, allowing them swallow around his dick.
Shoto pulled them fully off of his dick, Y/n coughed and gasped for air, looking up to their boyfriend from their knees.
"You ok, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning forward, wiping the tears from their face.
A dumb smile lit up Y/n's face as they nodded and sniffled.
"You're gonna have to say it, babe." Shoto urged, not wanting to actually hurt his partner.
"I'm okay, sir. Wan' more." Y/n said, looking up at Shoto eagerly.
"Good job, sweetheart. Come up here and let me fuck you." He smiled, standing up and helping Y/n onto their back on the bed.
Spreading Y/n's legs wide, Shoto took a minute to admire his partner.
"I absolutely adore you, love." He said, leaning down to kiss them.
"I love you Sho" Y/n muttered back, holding their legs like they were trained to do.
"Good baby. Look at you, presenting yourself for me." He spit on his dick, rubbing it, and bent down to spit on Y/n's hole. A moan came from them both as he pushed into the tight hole underneath him.
"Ah shit- you're so fucking tight. Woulda prepped you more had you been better today-" He half groaned, holding their face with one hand and their hip with the other hand.
"Oh fuck, you're just gonna let me fuck you, huh? Little slut- god- you wanted this didnt you? Being a brat all day- you needed me to fuckin' remind you- shit- who's in charge?" Shoto asked, fucking the tight hole harder with every word it seemed.
"Yes yes yes! Needed to be 'minded god, please please!" Y/n's words were slurring together, brain becoming mush.
"Of fuckin' course you did. You need me- shit." Shoto's hips started stuttering. "Come on sweetheart, cum for me, cum around my cock baby." He encouraged his partner.
"Oh god- sir, 'ts so good so good- Shoto!" Chanting his name like it was a mantra, Y/n shook and came all over him, pushing him even closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum baby- gonna fill you right up huh? You wan' that?" His eyelids started drooping, barely getting a response from his overstimulated partner as his pace never let up, chasing his own orgasm.
"Cum in me sir please I need it so bad-" their words cut off by moans coming from both of them, Shoto reach his own climax as Y/n reached their second of the evening.
The room filled with moans and whimpers as the two came down form their highs. The air was heavy in a great way as Shoto let go of Y/n's legs and collapsed on their chest.
Panting, the two stayed put whispering sweet things to each other, hands tangled in hair and roaming bodies, sweet small kisses peppered on necks.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Shoto pulled out, making Y/n whimper under him, both of them laughing lightly.
"I love you so much, Y/n."
"I love you too, Shoto."
Shoto went to the kitchen and got water for them both after putting boxers on.
After drinking the water, the two went into the bathroom connected to Shoto's room and took a shower, coming down from all of the feelings and emotions of the day.
"Thank you for loving me on my bad days, Sho." Y/n muttered once they both stepped out of the shower, drying off.
"I will love you on every kind of day forever, Y/n. I promise you that." He said, smiling their way.
"And I'll love you, even on the days you're a backseat driver, forever as well." Y/n giggled, earning a towel snap to the back of their thigh making them squeal.
"Watch it, brat." Shoto smirked, walking back into the room to put on comfy clothes, Y/n following suit.
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"YOU'RE KIDDING," Y/n laugh-yelled to Denki over the phone, slipping a hoodie on.
"IM NOT IT'S SO BAD IT'S NOT FUNNY YOU FUCKER," Denki yelled, a smirk laced in his voice, knowing it was funny.
"You gotta be the most unlucky person I've ever met. I'm on my way, hold the cloth over it," Y/n ordered, hopping in her car to pick the dumb boy up.
"Okay okay. Drive safe," Denki said, hanging up, pressing the cloth to his leg harder, wincing.
Denki was doing dishes, when he was cruelly reminded of why he avoids using his glassware. He was cleaning a glass when he got a little too into his music, and dropped it on the floor, just missing his foot. The shattered glass, however, bounced from the floor, cutting the clumsy boy's leg, and deep.
Now, he was waiting for his best friend, and the cause of his initial happiness- leading to his dancing and upbeat music choice, to come pick him up and bring him to the hospital to get stitches. She was the only one he could think to call.
When he got her call, he had already made a make-shift bandage by duct taping his cloth to his leg. Innovative. He hobbled out to her car, and Y/n was still laughing.
"Oh you are so cruel," Denki shook his head at the gorgeous girl next to him.
"Don't get your blood on my seat. I brought pain killers," Y/n joked, handing him painkillers and gesturing to her water in the cup holder that she always had with her. Another reason he adored her. She was always prepared. Chapstick, water, Band-Aids, anything really. She had a backpack she carried with her that seemed endless to him.
"Thanks, bitch," Denki joked, taking the pills.
"Welcome, dickhead," Y/n smiled, but was worried about the boy. Genuinely.
Once they got to the hospital, Denki had to explain what happened to the receptionist and of course, y/n snickered. He nudged her arm with a slight smile.
Y/n suddenly got serious, looking down at his leg, seeming the cloth absolutely soaked with blood, and it was dripping.
"Uh- do you have something he can use to catch the blood?" Y/n interrupted the conversation between Denki and the sweet lady at the desk.
"Oh yes of course, I'll go grab something!" The lady said, walking away.
The two young adults took a seat and Denki began to look drained. And this resulted in y/n looking visibly worried.
"Oh jeez, y/n. I'll be ok, Don't worry," Denki reassured both his best friend and himself.
The front desk lady came back out, but without anything in her had, making y/n's face contort into something confused and angry.
"I didn't grab it because the doctor wants to see you now. I'm sorry!" the lady apologized, but y/n calmed quickly, thanking her.
"Of course. Youre an amazing girlfriend," She said, and looked towards Denki. "Keep her around, you guys are so cute, " and with that she walked away.
The two blushing young adults walked back to the room they were assigned, not saying anything.
After the doctor stitched Denki up, with Denki squeezing the life out of y/n's hand from the pain, the two walked out of the hospital, still holding hands.
"Y'know... I don't think the receptionist was wrong. We do look good together," Denki suggested to y/n.
Y/n blushed, "We kinda do don't we?"
"Maybe we should like...do something about that."
"Is that your way of asking me out, Denki?" Y/n giggled.
"Um. Well yeah. I guess." Denki replied, awkwardly scratching his neck.
"Well this is my way of saying yes," Y/n said, stopping in her tracks, causing Denki to stop and face her.
She did the most cliché thing she could think of, and kissed him.
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Waking up next to Kirishima was something Y/n missed. But she didn't know why she was there today. Didn't he hate her? When did she get here?
She looked down and noticed she was in the shirt he always used to put her in when she passed out there.
What hurt is that he still cares. He deserves better.
Kirishima rolled over, waking up, quickly remembering the events of last night, unlike y/n. She was staring at the ceiling trying to recall bits and pieces, but it was hard. She knew she cried, but she always cried lately.
"Morning," Kirishima mumbled, barely audible.
"Why am I here, Kirishima?" Y/n snapped.
"Are you serious? You get piss drunk last night, end up at my door, I take you in against my best judgement, help you to bed through your tears, and youre snapping at me?" Kirishima half yelled standing up from the bed.
"I'm sorry. What am I doing here? You don't want me here, yeah?" Y/n got up, monotoned, looking for her rightful clothes.
Kirishima hated seeing her this way. He always remembered the smile she kept, but she hadn't smiled once yet. Not since she drunkenly laughed.
"Where are my clothes?" Y/n asked, searching.
"Y/n, we need to talk," Kirishima suggested.
"No, we don't. where are my clothes?"
"We need to talk," Kirishima said, sternly this time, getting closer to the fragile girl.
"No, we do not!" Y/n again snapped.
"YES WE DO. You got closure! YOU FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND. You got what you wanted! What about me?!" Kirishima seethed.
"I DID NOT GET WHAT I WANTED. I WANTED SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. Where are my fucking clothes Kirishima?"
"NO YOU WONT DO THIS AGAIN."
"YES I WILL. I will walk out in just this Kirishima, Don't think I wont."
"Youre not getting your way again Y/n."
"EJI- KIRISHIMA IM NOT HAPPY EITHER. I DIDNT WANT THIS. I DIDNT MEAN TO COME HERE."
"Then why are you HERE? TO HURT ME MORE? FUCKIN HELL Y/N I LOVE YOU"
Silence rang through their ears before Y/n spoke again.
"Don't."
"What? Tell you how I feel? Is that what scared you in the first place?"
"I'm not SCARED." Y/n knew she was though. She began to walk out, but Kirishima stood in front of the door.
"No. You don't get to walk out again. I DESERVE CLOSURE." Kirishima yelled, full of hurt.
"Fuck you."
"No. You aren't getting-" Kirishima began before being interrupted.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY." Y/n tried pushing him, tears welling in her eyes, causing them to sting.
Kirishima grabbed the girls wrists and held her close to his face. Staring into his eyes, y/n felt everything. The love, the hurt, the laughter, the pain, the regret, everything. And she broke, right there, in Kirishima's arms.
Sobbing, y/n gave Kirishima what he wanted. A sober apology.
"I'm so sorry. I cant fucking hide from it with you and it kills me. I cant push my feelings with you and I hate it. I tried to not love you. I can't love anyone. Kirishima, I'm too fucked up. You deserve better than me. I don't want Bakugou. I did that so you'd give up. So you'd see that there are thousands of better girls. I love you so fucking much that it hurts, Kirishima. But I can't stand the thought of you settling for me." Y/n finished, crying, looking into his eyes.
"You're my world, y/n. How can you even think I'd be settling? You're everything I've ever wanted. Even after this whole shit show, I took you in because I want you safe. I can't believe you started drinking more. I haven't left my room in so long..." Kirishima admitted, tears falling every now and then.
"We're both fucked up huh?" Y/n sniffled.
"Without each other, yeah. Don't you get it? We complete each other. Don't run away from it with me. I will never let you down," Kirishima pleaded.
"What about Bakugou?"
"He's fine, y/n. He has a girlfriend now. Don't worry about him."
"Ok..." Y/n dropped her now free hands to her sides in defeat. "Now what?"
"Wanna start from where we left off?" Kirishima asked, quietly.
"Yeah," Y/n smiled a little for the first time in a long time, a genuine smile. It warmed Kirishima's heart.
"Well. We left off at me telling you how much I love you..." Kirishima held y/ns hands again.
"And instead of leaving...I want you to know I love you too, Ejiro," y/n said, bringing his first name back to life.
"Fuck, I've missed you," Kirishima said, sighing with relief.
I swallowed hard, feeling like I was trying to take a stone as a pill. I had felt this coming. The amount of times a week he 'went out with friends' or was too' busy' lately. Too busy for me. His girlfriend.
I pushed it off. I figured maybe he just needed space. I can be clingy.
He always posted on snapchat, I had no reason not to trust him.
Even after the first time I found a new number texting him. And the first time he left in the middle of dinner to 'run to the store' and came back with nothing. And the first time I found a bra that I was sure wasn't mine on our bedroom floor.
But seeing the snaps from Deku that night broke me. He didn't mean to get Todoroki in the background and send it to me. I wasn't meant to see some girl dancing on Todoroki. I wasn't meant to see Todoroki enjoying it. I wasn't meant to see her lips land on his neck, or his hand touch her chin, making her look up at him.
And I definitely wasn't meant to see him kiss her.
But I did. And since Deku had his infinity timer on his snaps, I let it play. Over and over again. As I squinted and tried to convince myself it was someone else.
After seeing it loop 7 times, I slid down the wall and felt tears falling. My legs went numb.
After the 12th loop, I couldn't breathe. Nothing felt real.
After the 19th loop, I thought about all of the red flags and how stupid I was. My arms felt tingly.
After the 23rd loop, I got mad. Finally. I was pissed. I couldn't believe him.
During the 27th loop, I smashed the framed photo of us on our one year anniversary date against the wall.
After the 34th loop, I threw his hoodie off of my side of the bed and screamed.
During the 39th loop, I grabbed my suitcase and began shoving my most important items in it.
After the 51st loop, the music from the snap got drowned out by the sound of feet coming up the stairs outside of our apartment.
During the 53rd loop, Todoroki walked through the door to the apartment that he would soon live in alone.
During the 54th loop, I caught my breath and wiped my tears.
During the 55th loop, Todoroki walked into the bedroom, taking in the shattered frame across the room, his hoodie on the floor, my zipped up suitcase, and my phone. The music. He recognized the music from just a little bit ago.
"What- whats going on babe?" He stuttered.
I laughed dryly, walked over to him, wiped the lipstick from his neck where she had kissed him, and held my palm up for him to see the baby pink that now stained me.
After the 60th loop, he looked like he saw a ghost.
After the 62nd loop, he grabbed my phone, staring in disbelief, just as I had a bit ago.
During the 65th loop, tears welled up in his eyes and he clicked the screen, making the snap finally leave my screen.
He looked up at me, now crying, and started to attempt to explain himself.
I ignored him completely, snatched my phone from his hand, and took my suit case towards to main door.
"Babe please- I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-"
"Fuck off Todoroki. I've looked past all the red fucking flags, but this? Yeah. Not looking past this one. I hope she treats you like shit. I hope your heart hurts half as much as mine does. You have fucked me over for the final time. I'll be back for the rest of my things tomorrow." I stated, finally standing up for myself.
"Where you gonna stay- we can fix this babe-" he began begging.
"I'll find some place. Don't worry about me. You know, the same way you haven't been caring about me for months now." I opened the door, stepped out, and turned around. "Clean the rest of that pink off your neck. It clashes with your shirt, asshole."
I slammed the door, and walked down the stairs.
And for the first time in months, I felt some sort of closure.
My phone pinged. A snap from Deku.
"I hope you know that wasn't as accidental as it seemed. Couldn't stand seeing him hurt you like that. I'm here if you need me."
With a deep sigh, I called my best friend, asking if I could stay over for the night.
{No keys, all I got is my credit cards
And I've been here a million times}
She walked to the bar again, not willing to feel what her heart was demanding her to feel.
She couldn't wait to be numb again, for the third time this week.
You'd think she would go to hook up with people to get him off her mind, but she solely went to get fucked up. Because she already fucked up with him. And she still loved him.
'I'm so stupid,' she thought to herself while kicking a a piece of trash down the sidewalk.
{Every time I fall in love
I go and fuck it up right when it gets good}
Y/n and Kirishima had been such good friends. The type that click right away. Love without even speaking the word. Inseparable. Mad for each other. Passionate. Caring. Thoughtful. Laughter. All the best things you could want, but it wasn't the first time Y/n fell for someone so hard.
It was slightly different because Kirishima genuinely put a fire in her heart.
But when he uttered the words, "I love you" she of course couldn't handle it. She never could. She was so scared of feelings that she always pushed them, and the people she had them for, away. He wouldn't give up though. Flowers, notes, texts, he kept trying. He just wanted his best friend back. The love of his life. And she couldn't handle it.
So she did what she does best.
{I know I did all the shitty things to you
I said I never ever would
Baby, that's so like me}
When Kirishima found out Y/n slept with Bakugou, he was shattered. He stopped talking to everyone. He stopped responding in the group chat. He hid in his room. He wouldn't come out.
Y/n got what she wanted though. Kirishima stopped trying.
She wanted to fix herself but she wasn't fixable. So she just numbed it all.
{I don't know why I always run away
What we had was special
I know what we had was special}
Having flashbacks of giggling on the couch with Kirishima, Y/n took another shot. She put her hair in a bun and didn't care what she looked like. She missed him, of course she missed him. But she couldn't commit again. Of course she had a bad past- typical. She hated how typical she was. Why couldn't she just own up? Why did she fuck it up again?
{Strung out in the back of a black car
I got a little too good at breaking hearts
I wonder if I'll ever stop}
Once she was too drunk to walk on her own, Y/n decided to get an Uber. She got her phone out and could barely make out what was on the screen. Somehow, she ordered a car.
Once she got in the back, she just cried. All the way home. She wanted him back. And Bakugou was hurt too, knowing she used him. He fucked up. She kept hurting people. And didn't know how to stop.
Kirishima knew about her past. He was timid to tell her he loved her. But he thought he was different. Apparently not.
Y/n didn't recognize where she was when she got out of the car, but it already drove away. It wasn't her house. But it was familiar?
She let autopilot and muscle memory take over her body, and walked into the building in front of her.
She gave the driver this address for a reason right?
Hearing a knock on the door, Kirishima figured it was Denki or Sero again trying to get him out of the house. Stumbling to the door, half alive at this rate, he opened it to see the girl he loved so much it hurt, plastered.
{Don't you think it's funny?}
When Y/n realized why she gave the driver this address, she laughed. Out loud. For a full minute, while Kirishima stared at her, observing her messy state.
And then she cried. A lot. She was shattered. Kirishima was different. She was in love with him, and she fucked it up so bad.
So she was surprised when Kirishima allowed her to fall into his arms, and in her drunken state, sob and admit that she was in love with him, and that she was so sorry. That she didn't understand herself, and that she wished she could go back in time.
He felt so many things at once. He loved her, but he hated her. He wanted to kick her out, tell her to fuck off. But he needed her safe. And he wanted to hear from her, sober. So he led her to his bedroom, and she fell asleep in his arms, the way she had tons of times before, the way she craved.
He knew they could sort this in the morning. But he couldn't sleep.
She still smelled like her perfume, even if it was under the stench of vodka and absinthe. And he missed it. So he savored it until he passed out.
