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Toji thinks he might smash his head against the wall if he hears you sigh loudly one more time. He turns his body on the couch to peek at you, hunching over a bunch of papers at the kitchen table. He can see two word documents opened on your laptop, one full of words and the other still blank. Next to it, his laptop that you begged to use has google opened and he can vaguely see the numerous windows in the tab. You sigh again, like you have been in the past hour, and drop your head on your arms.

Toji has no idea what you’re doing. He guesses it must be some university project but the calendar displayed on the fridge doesn't have an exam coming up soon. He gets up from the couch and makes his way to you. He puts his hand on the back of the chair, leaning down a bit and squinting his eyes to look at the tiny words on the laptop. Toji feels a bit too dumb when he doesn't understand all of the fancy words you used but your boyfriend can tell you're writing your interpretation of a poem.

“You need to start wearing your glasses.” you murmur, looking at the older man, your head lazily resting on your hand, as he keeps squinting. He scoffs, Toji would never wear those ugly glasses he got. It makes him look stupid, even after the amount of times you denied it and no matter how many times you sloppily made out with him wherever he wore those horrible glasses, a fire suddenly lighting you up when you saw the frames on his face. “Don't come complaining when your head starts hurting again.”

“What you got there that got you stressing out so much?” He decides to ignore your comment, changing the subject to the reason for your stress.

You sigh once more, resting your head on his forearm. “Gotta start writing one of my assessments for one of my classes. The professor is making us write about everything we’ve learned in class with our opinions and academic research to support it. It absolutely sucks and I wanna drop out.” you ramble. Toji’s chuckle has you frowning, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. How about you take a break?” As good as that sounds, you shake your head denying his proposal. “Take a break. Not asking. Sit on the couch with me and relax for a bit.” His tone suggests that you would probably regret your decision if you choose to go against him.

Reluctantly, you get up from the uncomfortable chair and stretch your arms above your head. You feel your back crack from being in the same position for so long and you just want to lay in bed and sleep. Toji places his hands on your hips where the shirt isn't covering, squeezing the flesh as he pulls you a bit closer to him and you throw your arms around his shoulders as you sway a bit from side to side. Toji smiles a little when he hears you giggling, happy that you stopped sighing and stressing for a little bit. “ Should I be an old man’s sugar baby? I’ll share the money with you.” You tease, planting a kiss on his cheek. Toji rolls his eyes at your teasing tone. You lean back a little to look at the man, his big hands placed on your back to support your weight. “I'm starting to think you have a type. Like old men that much, doll?”

“Only one.” You reply, playing with the soft ends of his hair that are almost reaching his shoulders. “Unfortunately my old man isn't a billionaire that will give me a yatch for my birthday.” You press a small kiss to his lips. “I can't complain much though, my boyfriend is really sexy.”

Your boyfriend arches a brow, smirking at your remarks. “Yeah? What can I do to steal you away from that grandpa?” You pretend to think for a bit, a small pout appearing on your lips that Toji wants to kiss away more than anything. “Cuddle with me on the couch and watch a few episodes of a crappy reality show before I start feeling bad and go back to my assessment?”

Toji thinks for a bit. He wants you to relax for a while before you (and himself) go crazy with the constant sighing but you have a gift for choosing horrible shows that have Toji wanting nothing more than to punch the TV. Your boyfriend knows he can’t deny your request when he looks at you and you’re staring right back at him. Even if he had it in him to refuse your proposal, your tired eyes and the way you’re looking at him with so much adoration is enough for Toji to pull you to the couch.

You sit as close to him as you can and pull his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You snuggle comfortably on his side while pressing a few kisses on his jaw and neck that make Toji get goosebumps. This time, he doesn't act all dramatic like he usually does when you’re this close to him. He doesn't tease you or calls you clingy while playfully pushing you away just to watch you crawl back to him. This time, Toji lets you push and pull him until you’re comfortable. He doesn't even complain when he sees you open netflix and select a reality show with a weird name and an obnoxious couple on the cover.

“I told the traveler I would accompany them on commissions…” Xiao groans, mindlessly pulling your body closer to him as you leave a trail of kisses down his neck. “We don't have time.” soft signs leave his lips.

“Yes we do… I’m sure the Conqueror of Demons can afford to be five minutes late.” his mouth falls open in a silent moan when you palm him through the pants. “It's been so long, I need you to fuck me.” you whine on his ear. Xiao debates if he should or shouldn't continue this, knowing he won't be able to stop until he is coming deep inside you. His questions are answered when you take a few steps back and start undressing, every bit of skin showing makes him hornier and needier for you. His fingers are burning to touch you, twitching on his side as he watches you get naked in front of him in the comfort of your home. He knows he has to be quick, the traveler will come look for him in no time but he always freezes whenever he sees your naked body, so desperate to pin you to bed and worship you until you're dumb on his cock.

You have both been far too busy. With the Lantern Rite arriving, you have been helping people around the city and Xiao has been occupied fighting monsters that always multiply with the festivities. You never seem to find a time where you're both free until now. Technically Xiao wasn't free, he simply decided to visit you before meeting the traveler to do commissions but you were eager and couldn't keep your hand off your lover as soon as you saw him at your door. You didn't even pull him to the bedroom, instead pinning him to the front door and begging for him to take you right there. Xiao, like always, does what you ask him to and pushes you against the door, hooking one of your legs around his waist. He kisses you like he needs it to survive, biting and licking your lips making everything a mess. You're desperately trying to take off his shirt but Xiao seems to not want to let go of your lips. Your hands caress his chest, wanting to feel him close to you.

Everything is moving too fast, Xiao doesn't even undress himself. He simply pushes his pants low enough to pull his dick out of his boxers and spits on his hand to wet his dick a bit more before he's pushing inside you. You don't even have time to complain about the stretch, Xiao’s mouth is on yours once again. His thrusts are sloppy and fast, the adeptus groaning every time your pussy squeezes around him. You're pulling his hair, trying to hold yourself against him as he keeps pounding harshly. The only sound coming out of your mouth are moans of his name. “Baby…” Xiao groans. “I’m close.”

“Inside, please.” you plead, biting your lower lip when you feel his long fingers touching your clit. Your head falls against the door behind you, your orgasm getting closer each time Xiao thrusts and his fingers flick your clit. You can tell the feeling building up in your stomach.

“Maybe he lost track of time!” you tense at the sound of the familiar voice on the other side of the door. “Xiaoooo! It's time to do commissions. Hurry up because Paimon is getting hungry.”

You can feel Xiao getting angrier even though his face doesn't show much emotion, he is chasing his own release before Paimon calls for him once more but luck isn't on his side. The traveler’s voice is heard, letting their companion know that maybe Xiao wasn't there but Paimon is set on screaming Xiao’s name while knocking on the door. Your boyfriend stops his movements, letting in a deep breath. “Paimon get the fuck out of here, now.” He growls loud enough to be heard on the other side. Everything goes silent and the adeptus takes it as a sign that they left. He goes back to fucking you, now without anything distracting him.

“I don't think this is working.” you say when your boyfriend lets out a sigh of frustration. “You should go before Paimon decides to come back.”

“I’m sorry.” he whispers, letting his head fall on your shoulder for you to pat his head gently. “I’ll try to come by after the commissions.”

You nod, even if you know it will be practically impossible. He pulls out, then fixing his clothes while you put yours on before standing in front of you to fix his hair. You give him a small kiss on the lips and whisper a be safe before your boyfriend teleports to wherever the traveler is.

Dabi breaks up with you on a random day before summer vacation, just before your six month anniversary. You don't get an explanation even after you screamed and cried to get a reason why. Dabi simply kept looking at you while you tried to hit him for breaking your heart with no care in the world.

A week later, his mom calls you. She talks excitedly about all the plans for the summer and you break down crying once again. You hate Touya even more for not telling his family about what happened and letting you deal with it all alone. Surprisingly, Rei still asks you to visit but you tell her you're not sure you can do it. You hear the sadness in her voice and you hear Shoto asking if he can talk to you but you hang up before he has the chance to get the phone.

That family took you in like their own and you couldn't be more grateful but breaking up with Dabi meant you couldn't afford to be in that family anymore. So, you do your best to ignore Shoto’s texts for the next couple of days. You don't hear from Dabi in the meantime and you feel, for the first time since the break up, that maybe you will be ok.

For some reason, the gods are against you and Shoto shows up at your door on a wednesday night, completely alone.

“Does your mom know where you are?” You ask, after rushing him inside and preparing some food for the boy.

“Not really. I had to take extreme measures. No one wanted to tell me why you didn't visit anymore.”

You're not even sure how the kid managed to get to your house. You sigh, reaching for your phone to text Rei about her youngest’s whereabouts. You feel his intense eyes on you; Shoto always looked at people like he could see their deepest secrets. He was observant of those he cared about. You turn your back to him and go clean the dishes used to cook, trying to push back the talk you needed to have with him. Maybe if you stalled long enough, Rei would arrive and you won't have to do it.

“Did my brother do anything?” The fork slips from your hand at the sudden question.

“Of course not. I’m just… busy.”

It was a bad lie and even Shoto could tell it wasn't the truth. But what were you supposed to tell him? You couldn't just say his brother was a huge dick that broke your heart with no explanation and then just ghosted and left you to deal with the aftermath of his decisions. Shoto looked up to Touya, you couldn't paint him as the bad guy - even if you wanted to talk shit about him to anyone who was willing to listen.

You turn to Shoto and give your best smile, “How about you finish eating and then go watch something on the TV? I’m sure your mom will be here soon.”

The youngest Todoroki stays silent for the rest of the time. You take as long as possible cleaning everything and, luckily, the doorbell rings as soon as you sit on the couch. Shoto is the one getting up to open the door, you follow him right after to apologize to Rei for any inconvenience. You open the door with an apology on your tongue that disappears as soon as you see your ex boyfriend standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You talk, venom coating your words.

“Came to pick up the brat. Let's go, Shoto.”

The smaller boy looks at his brother and then you, obviously sensing the thick tension in the room. “I don't want to go.”

“What do you mean you don't want to go? Just get in the car, mom was worried sick about you.”

Shoto moves to stand behind you, a small pout on his lips as he refuses to go with his older brother. You try to convince him, “You can spend the day some other time if your mom allows it” but Touya is quick to shut off the idea. You stare at the man that was once your lover but he doesn't keep eye contact with you, instead looking at his brother with a stern look.

“You're not together anymore?” The look on your face is enough to give him an answer. “Why? I thought you liked each other?”

“Shoto…” you start, “Sometimes people aren't meant to be together. It happens all the time. People… fall out of love, or something? You’ll understand when you're older.” You wanted to give him a better explanation but how could you when you didn't know it yourself? Shoto looks confused but you simply smile and push him towards his brother. “It's late. You should go, ok?”

The boy simply nods and walks out, Touya following him right after. You close the door before resting your back against it. It hurt seeing Touya again. It hurt even more to cut ties with such a young boy that you learned to love like your own brother.

You wipe away the tear that stubbornly fell and walk away from the door. However, you only take three steps before a harsh knock is heard. You look around the room to see if there's anything Shoto might have forgotten.

“I didn't fall out of love.” is the first thing you hear when you open the door. “I could never fall out of love with you.”

“Then why?” your voice is no louder than a whisper.

“Because I love you too much.” The look of confusion in your face is enough to make him keep going. “I was such a shitty boyfriend sometimes, you deserved better.”

“That's the shittiest excuse I’ve ever heard!”

“I know!” He interrupts you. “What I mean is that I’m fucked up. I ghost you over small things and I punch walls whenever I’m mad. I need serious therapy, I swear.” you have to hold back a laugh, not wanting to ruin the serious conversation. “I don't want to hurt you.”

Your expression softens when you feel Dabi’s hand touching yours. “You would never hurt me.”

“I’m my dad’s son. It's a matter of time until I do.”

You shake your head quickly, tightening your hold on his hand. “You’re not your dad.” you whisper. “You're a good person, Touya. You remind Fuyumi to take care of herself all the time, you help Natsuo with homework even if he knows the answers just because you want to spend time with him. Not to talk about how you're always calling your mom because you don't want to leave her alone ever again.” your hands move to his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “And you’re Shoto’s role model. He looks up to you, he wants to be strong and smart like you.”

“That doesn't mean anything.”

“It does!” you lightly caress his cheeks. Those pretty blue eyes stare intensely at you as you keep walking, “It means you care about them and would never hurt them. Just like you would never hurt me.”

Touya grips on your shirt while pulling you closer. “But I did hurt you. You have been crying.”

“Then be with me and never make me cry again.” you plead. “We will get you help and I will be with you every step of the way.”

Touya hugs you and you melt into his arms, feeling like you just got home after a long day. You breathe in his familiar cologne and play with the hair on the back of his neck, missing the soft locks between your fingers. “Stay the night.” you whisper. Touya simply hums, tightening his hold around you and you sigh happily with the thought of finally sleeping well with the cozy man you missed so much.

You feel another pair of arms trying to wrap around you and you look down to find a smiling Shoto trying to wriggle his way in between the two adults. Even Touya doesn't have the heart to tell him you're having a moment and instead he puts an arm around his brother.

“Can I stay too?” You laugh at the request and nod, earning you a squeeze from Shoto that quickly asks “Can I sleep in your bed too?” The look in Shoto’s eyes tells you that he’s only saying this to annoy his older brothers.

“Wow little guy, back off from my girl will ya?” Touya argues, pinching the smaller one’s cheek.

Your heart warms with the interaction and, even though you knew you missed this, you didn't have an idea of how much until now.

Despite the protests, Touya forces Shoto to sleep on the “very comfortable couch”. He picks him up and almost throws him there, then tucking him in with the fluffy blanket you had on the couch. Shoto tries to wriggle out of the tight hold Touya has on him but to no avail. Touya kisses his forehead multiple times to annoy the younger boy before leaving him alone.

“Will you be ok here? You can sleep with us in the room if you want.” you decide to ask Shoto. He simply shakes his head and promises he will be fine there. “Sleep well.”

With that, Touya drags you to your room and finally kisses you. You missed the way his lips feel against yours and how he caresses your back during the kiss. Your breakup was just a horrible case of lack of communication and you hope in the future this doesn't happen again.

You let Touya pull you to bed and cuddle you. You fall asleep almost instantly and you don't think you have slept that well since the breakup.

Your arms had given out a long time ago and your legs would too if it wasn't for the strong hands gripping your hips to keep them steady. “Fuck,” Shoyo said behind you, “do you know how long I have been waiting for this?”.

You had an idea. Hinata Shoyo looked at you like he wanted to destroy you the moment you met. He was the new neighbor and your daughter was a clumsy little thing that crashed against his legs when she was running away from you, laughing and not looking where she was going. Akame was immediately entranced by the bright hair and even brighter smile and quickly introduced herself, with the best pronunciation a three year old can have. You had to be the one apologizing, explaining the little one had a hard time understanding that when mom said ‘stop running’ it meant to actually stop and not run any faster. Hinata just laughed, all sunshine and flowers surrounding him, and crouched down to Akame's level to ruffle her hair and ask her to be good for mommy. You saw the way he looked at you, with burning passion and desire. At least, that's what you thought. Hinata looked at you up and down, as if he was memorizing your body. He left you blushing and daydreaming while your daughter pulled at the hem of your sundress to ask for strawberries.

It didn't take long to find out Hinata was only twenty one. Some of the mothers at Akame’s kindergarten lived in the same apartment complex as you so, naturally, they saw Hinata as well and couldn't help but gossip about the beautiful young man that was always so polite and sweet. That's how you found out he was ten years younger than you and completely crushed your expectations. Maybe you read the signs all wrong. There was no way such an attractive young man was attracted to you. You were older, signs of a pregnancy still lingering.

You were so wrong.

The advances Hinata made at you weren't part of your imagination. He was always offering to help you as if he wanted to spend more time close to you and he touched you at every opportunity he had, grabbing your waist whenever he walked behind you in the kitchen during movie night or brushing your hands together while walking. At first, you thought he didn't know your age. Hinata might have thought you appear younger so, during one of your movie nights, you told him your age in a conversation. That desire burning behind his eyes came back at full force and he pushed you back on the couch, hovering above you. He talks but you barely catch a word. Hinata kisses you like he lives for it; fast and sloppy at first like he's tired of waiting for this moment. Then it's slower and sweeter, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking your tongue softly and swallowing your gasps.

You warn him that Akame is still asleep so you both make your way to the bedroom. He locks the door as you pull the oversized shirt over your head. The pants are off next and you can feel Hinata looking at you even if your back is turned to him. The man turns you so he can kiss you again; and he keeps kissing you until you're laying on your bed.

It's a blur for a while, too entranced on the way his lips taste and feel. You don't even realize he has taken off his clothes until your hands are gripping on bare skin. Hinata keeps kissing down your body as his hand makes its way between your legs. You don't have time to even think about feeling insecure because of how exposed your body is. It's like Hinata senses your preoccupation and it's right there to take your mind off of it. He kisses your inner thighs, bites them a few times and then latches onto your clit. You let out a gasp and quickly cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you're not home alone. “Tastes good.” Shoyo whispers against you, pushing a finger inside. He groans and moans like he is the one getting pleasure out of it. His hands explore your body while he’s humping against the bed as he eats you out so good. You're pulling at his bright hair, so soft between your fingers.

You don't remember the last time someone made you feel this type of pleasure. You're not sure there was even someone that could compare. You roll your eyes back, arch your back and beg for release. Hinata doesn't stop you; he simply stares at you with those big brown eyes as he pushes three fingers inside and sucks on your clit. There's drool everywhere, a wet mess all over the place. And you're so close but, suddenly, the sensation of his mouth is gone.

“Turn around for me, yeah?”

Chills run down your spine due to the demanding voice of such a sweet man. You do as Hinata says, wanting to please him as much as possible. You look over your shoulder to see him rip a condom open. He smiles at you and your heart beats faster at the sight. “Taking your time? I’m not as young as I used to be. I’m getting tired. you joke, eyes trailing down his tanned body. His big muscles shift at every movement and you're entranced by him.

He kneels behind you and your heart flips with anticipation. Your arms are getting tired already but you don't want to give up yet, so you just try to ignore it. Hinata’s hands hold your waist, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over the skin. It's the comfort you need to prepare yourself for the tip of his dick pushing inside you.

It has been a while since you had sex but you feel so reassured by Shoyo that it doesn't take much for him to bottom out smoothly. He stays still for a while though, letting you get used to it. It isn't until you start pushing back against him that Shoyo starts moving his hips.

It isn't too fast, careful not to make too much noise whenever his skin slaps against yours. However, even though he isn't going fast, he is going deep. You feel his dick reach places you don't think ever got reached.

He groans under his breath and you're biting your lip to stay quiet. Your arms end up giving out, too tired to hold your body weight and you hide your face on the soft pillow beneath you.

“Fuck.” he says behind you, “do you know how long I have been waiting for this?”

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. Hinata whispers low praises next to your ear, his body fully pressed against yours as his hand sneaks between your thighs to rub your clit slowly. You whisper his name, a plea for him to help you reach your climax. He guides you to it, without a hurry, and kisses the side of your head when he feels you squeeze around him, finally reaching your orgasm. Shoyo follows a few thrusts later, releasing inside the condom.

He pulls out and quickly helps you turn around to lay on the bed. He disappears for a bit before turning back with a wet towel. Shoyo stands next to you in all of his naked glory, sweat coating his tanned skin. You still think he looks handsome and can't stop staring at him while he cleans you the best he can with the towel.

“Shower?” he simply asks. You nod, yelping when Shoyo picks you up from the bed.

You kiss his cheek, then his jaw, then the corner of his lip. Hinata is smiling brightly and he can't stop even as he tries to kiss you, smiling against your mouth.

You shower together, Shoyo lovingly washes your body and kisses you every time your insecurities threaten to show up. It’s nice to be close to someone like this, you didn't think you would get to experience this again. He helps you dry yourself, helps you get dressed and then he is pulling you to bed, wrapping his arms against your frame.

Toji loves his cars.

He's always talking about his cars like those are his children. Toji goes on and on about how much he worked to afford the expensive cars he owns and so, naturally, anything remotely sexual was off the table.

When you two started dating, he had mentioned it once or twice. Toji would fuck you anywhere, anytime, but never in his car. It didn't matter if you tried to make advances while going home, both too pent up from work as you start palming his hard dick through the fabric of his pants, begging for just one taste before you got home. Toji Fushiguro would hold back until you were away from his car to fuck you against the near wall, arguing about how much a brat you acted when he has told you multiple times his cars were off limits. Eventually, you let it go and it was fine since your boyfriend would make sure you're satiated before getting inside his car.

Now, more than ever, you hate this stupid rule and Toji’s affection for his cars.

You and Toji decided to travel together for a weekend. It is a five hour drive and you are already getting bored with still four more hours to go. You limit your phone usage to just skip songs, scared that you will get sick just by looking at the device. The man is too focused on the road and the fancy GPS to indulge your rambles and at some point you just throw your head back and groan, already regretting going so far away.

For some reason, your brain decided to focus on the way your boyfriend’s hands grip the steering wheel. Maybe it was the overwhelming boredom, maybe it was the fact that you didn't have the time to do anything with your very hot partner before leaving the house. Whatever it was, it had you clenching your thighs at the image of Toji driving, his sharp jaw looking so inviting, his tongue licking his lips whenever it felt too dry, the biting marks you left the day before all over his neck.

You let out another groan of frustration that has your boyfriend furrowing his eyebrows and give you a quick look.

“Did you go insane?” You turn your body to the window, forcing yourself to stop looking at the reason for your irritation. “What's your problem?”

“You're my problem.” you mumble, refusing to look back at him.

“What did I even do?!” he asks, using one of his hands to grab your arm and pull you to turn on your seat.

“What you didn't do is the problem!” you whine. “I’m horny, I wanna suck you off and I want you to stop somewhere and fuck me but your annoying rules are… annoying!”

Toji laughs, “We have to expand your vocabulary, darling.” He clears his throat when he sees your harsh stare through the corner of his eye before continuing, “Alright, I’ll fuck you really nice when we get to the hotel. You just have to wait a little bit more.”

You mumble something along the lines of not wanting to wait longer before you try one last time to get your way. You start by whining his name, your hand caressing his thigh slowly as you watch the way he takes deep breaths before scolding you. “You're such a brat.” He says but makes no effort to push you away. Toji adjusts himself on his seat and you notice the way his dick is already hardening under his pants. You don't celebrate too soon though, knowing Toji has too much self control for your own good. His free hand, still on your body, squeezes your thigh when your hand starts moving up and trying to get his pants unbuttoned. You feel a sense of victory rushing through your body when Toji doesn't stop you and instead proceeds to place his hand on your head to push your face closer to his lap.

Never once do Toji's eyes leave the road to look down and you can't help but pout a little bit at the lack of attention. Maybe this whole car thing would be better if he wasn't actually driving but you can't stop yourself now. You push through your need for attention from your older boyfriend and fish his dick out of his black boxers. Toji hisses at the contact and your pout vanishes with the small reaction.

“Don't make a mess.” Your boyfriend warns you. “If you get anything dirty, this will never happen again.”

You roll your eyes at the threat, leaning further down to lick the tip of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied hum at the taste of his pre-cum and open your mouth to take more of him. It's an uncomfortable position, the seatbelt is digging your side and your back hurts but you ignore that for the time being and decide to let future you deal with it. Your tongue swirls around his length and, luckily, Toji seems more focused on driving than forcing you to take all of him. You decide to take your time and not choke on his dick, for once. Your boyfriend always took pleasure in making you cry but today he had other priorities. So you suck him slowly, your hand accompanying you in pleasuring the man as you play with his balls and leave sloppy kisses down his length. More than a blowjob, it seems like you're set on having a makeout session with his dick.

“Are you gonna suck me right or do I have to make you?”

You pout at his harsh tone, looking up at him. “You're not even paying attention to me ‘ji.”

“You wanted this. Not my fault you couldn't wait until I parked.” Toji argues, still refusing to look at you for even a second.

“Then stop the car.” you suggest.

It takes around 10 seconds for Toji to decide before he's pulling off the highway to the closest service area. Your boyfriend hasn't fully stopped the car before you're rushing to the backseat while trying to pull your shirt off. Toji laughs at you before moving to the backseat as well. It's cramped and you probably could just move the front seats to get more space in the back but you don't even have the time to voice your thoughts before Toji is kissing you harshly. Your head hits the window while you try to adjust yourself but you don't have the time to think about the pain, too keen on undressing the older man. It's too early in the morning, the sun had barely risen so the parking lot was relatively empty except for your boyfriend's expensive car and a few trucks.

Getting undressed in the back of a car is harder than you imagined. Toji has to grab your ankles to take off your shoes before you accidentally break the window trying to take them off and he helps you slide your jeans down your legs. You're still excited, even if the leather of the seats is gluing to your back and the position is painfully uncomfortable. Your boyfriend pulls his dick out of his pants, not bothering with undressing and tugs your panties to the side, ready to finally give you what you have been waiting for.

“You're dripping all over the seat already.” Toji laughs, slapping your pussy with his tip. “I’ll make you clean it with your tongue.” You don't have time to ask if he's being serious before Toji is plunging into you. Your back peels itself off the leather seats when you arch it and you moan loud with the sudden stretch. “Shhhhh, darling. Wouldn't want people to know what's happening here, would you?”

Toji pulls back almost fully before he's slamming back into you, repeating this until he's setting a nice pace that has you holding onto him. Your nails scratch his back all the way up to his shoulders and you keep your mouth occupied by biting and kissing his neck so noises don't come out of it. Your boyfriend doesn't care as much as you and his grunts are noisy as well as the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. He's ruthless in his thrusts, muttering something about how this was what you wanted but you're too out to fully understand what your boyfriend is saying. His cock hits hard the sweet spot inside you and you see white. Whether it's because of the pleasure or a possible concussion from hitting your head, you're not sure. Instead, you moan variations of his name as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your climax.

“S-slow down.” You beg, bumping your head against the door again because of the brute thrusts.

“Don't tell me what to do.” Toji groans between his teeth. Despite that, he still places his hand on your head to shield it from hitting the door once more. “Might as well leave you satisfied- fuck - so you don't annoy me again.”

“‘ji, fuckfuckfuck I think ‘m gonna cum.” Toji laughs, sarcastically asking if it was that good for you to cum so soon but you don't even mind that, simply nodding your head eagerly.

Toji wants to pretend he is an alpha male with insane self control but you feel the way his dick pathetically twitches, letting you know he's as close as you but not wanting to before you. Your boyfriend is a real gentleman when it comes to pleasuring you.

His rough hand grabs your face when you start losing yourself to the feeling and he forces you to look at him. His tongue licks your mouth before kissing you and you notice the way his steady pace starts to get uneven. Your orgasm hits you while your boyfriend is staring into your eyes. Toji always seems to take pleasure in looking at you lovingly while helping you reach your high. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss as Toji dumps his load inside you. The hot ropes paint your walls and you whine a little because of the overstimulation as Toji rides his orgasm and you squeeze every drop.

“Sorry for ruining your fancy leather seats.” you murmur, resting your forehead against his.

“Worth it.”

“Really? I think I got a concussion.”

Toji calls you dramatic before inspecting your head - he pretends he doesn't care but Toji got a bit worried at a particularly rough hit. He places a kiss on top of it before grabbing your clothes to help you get dressed. Just then it hits you, as Toji is pulling your panties back to its place, that you either walk to the service area’s dirty bathroom with cum dripping down your legs to clean yourself or you risk worsening your back pain to have Toji clean everything for you.

When you first started dating Touya, meeting his family was the scariest thing you could think of. Touya was honest when he told you he and his family had a rough start but were trying to get on good terms again. He always seemed happy when he was talking about his siblings, telling you silly stories about their childhood or how the weekly phone call with them went.

After a few months of dating, Touya decided to ask you to visit his family for the weekend. You could have lied and said you had exams or even been honest and tell him you weren't sure but the way Touya’s eyes sparkled in hope made you unable to deny his request. His mom seemed sweet and from what Touya told you, she already loved you; his dad you weren't so sure but your boyfriend assured you that he wouldn't be mean or anything; you were almost sure you would get along with Fuyumi; Natsuo was too much like Touya so if you managed to get along with your boyfriend, you are sure you will be able to get along with Natsuo; Shoto, however, was the person who scared you the most. He was only twelve and you know how hard teenage boys can be to deal with. Touya guaranteed that Shoto would like you, that he doesn't even talk much but that made you more nervous. How were you supposed to bond with a twelve year old boy that doesn't speak? More than anything, you wanted Touya’s family’s approval and that meant every single one of them.

The days prior to the big meeting, you kept annoying Touya with multiple questions about Shoto, trying to get an idea of what you could say to start a conversation. Your boyfriend wasn't very useful on the matter, simply brushing you off with “you’ll be ok, stop worrying your pretty head.” You hated him (but not really). So you ignore the urge to choke Touya to death and mentally prepare yourself. If everything goes wrong, you will have to lock yourself in his room until it's time to leave.

Your university isn't that far away from Touya’s house so, as he drives, you start to think that maybe you should have stayed home. It might be too soon to meet his family, you haven't been dating for long. Touya’s hand squeezes your thigh as a sign of reassurance. You try to focus on the music for the rest of the ride. Your heart starts beating faster when Touya parks in front of a house. You leave the car without thinking, set on getting this over with as fast as possible. Your boyfriend goes to the trunk to get both of your small bags for the weekend and starts walking in front of you. He knocks on the door and your breath gets caught in your throat. A boy that looks too much like Touya without his piercings opens the door and instantly hugs your boyfriend. Touya ruffles his hair and steps to the side. “This is my partner.” he introduces, then says your name. Natsuo bows slightly and tells you to get in, expressing how happy he is to meet you. There's a faint smell of food coming from the kitchen and two women that look so much alike come out to say hi. You bow at them but Rei has a warm smile as she hugs you, communicating how much Touya has talked about you, making your tough looking boyfriend blush slightly as he tries to hide his face on his sister’s hair. Fuyumi hugs you next, asking you to drop the formalities as they already consider you family.

“You're trying to steal my partner already and we just arrived.” Touya says in a playful tone.

Rei pats his cheek before pulling him for a hug, squeezing him a bit and saying she missed him. You hear the sweetness in Touya’s voice as he murmurs “I missed you too.”

Fuyumi lets everyone know that dinner is almost ready and that their father will be home soon. From what she said, Shoto was in his room doing homework but she thinks it's an excuse to hide for a little longer since he seemed nervous to meet his big brother’s partner. Your heart warms a bit to the thought that you weren't the only one nervous about this meetup.

You follow Touya to his room to place your bag and take a moment to look around.

“Your room is so… empty.”

“Never really decorated it. Plus, most of my stuff I took with me to the dorm.” you hum in acknowledgment. “I told you they would like you.”

“I still haven't met your dad or your younger brother.”

“I don't give a fuck about what my dad thinks and Shoto will like you.” Touya hugs your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s hard to believe but he's a lot like me. And you managed to make me fall in love with you so I think it will be fine.” you sigh, turning on his embrace to hug him back. “I love you, don't worry too much.”

You whisper that you love him back and hug him a bit tighter. Touya always managed to feel like home and you felt comfortable in his arms.

A soft knock on the door catches your attention and Touya lets you go to open it. A boy with two colored hair stares at the both of you. “Mom said dinner’s ready.”. Touya looks back at you and you bow slightly to the boy, introducing yourself. Shoto simply turns around and leaves the room. Touya is quick to follow him and hooking his arm around Shoto’s neck, ruffling his hair violently while arguing with him to have manners. While you were a bit sad about the way the youngest Todoroki reacted, you didn't blame him and you laughed at your twenty years old boyfriend acting like a baby as they both got scolded by Rei.

Todoroki Enji was already in the living room. He was definitely the scariest person in the room right now. Tall and broad with a dark aura. He was hard to ignore, towering over anyone and everyone. You got goosebumps with the way he glared at you and you were quick to bow respectfully as you introduced yourself yet again. Touya doesn't say much more than a simple “Hey dad.” before Fuyumi is urging everyone to sit down at the table. His dad definitely had an undertone that made the room feel more tense, quieter, the complete opposite of Rei’s calmer, sweeter spirit.

You were already expecting some questions but you didn't think Touya’s dad would be the one to ask you most of them, giving small hums every time you replied. You didn't know if he was judging you or not, the man kept a straight face all the time and his eyes were impossible to read. His voice was audibly softer when he talked to Touya and you wondered if that was his way of trying to be better to his son. Fuyumi is the one telling you a bit more about the family, talking about how she wants to be a teacher and Natsuo is about to start high school. Then she proudly spoke about how smart Shoto is in school, always getting good grades. Apparently, Shoto was the smartest among the siblings, Fuyumi said, which made Touya hold back his pout as he argued that he was doing pretty well in university. “I bet Shoto couldn't get better grades than me!” “He’s only twelve Touya!”.

The dynamic of the family seemed a lot better than how it was during Touya’s childhood but you notice that Shoto doesn't take his eyes away from the food as the conversation keeps going.

“What's your favorite subject?” you ask him, quietly so the attention doesn't go back to him.

“I don't know.” Shoto simply says before asking to leave the table, then getting up to put his dishes inside the washing machine.

Your brows furrow as you watch the boy leave the room. You decide not to bother the young boy for the rest of the night, focusing on helping Rei clean everything before settling down on the couch next to your boyfriend. Touya’s dad announced that he was going to his room and his mom followed soon after, telling her younger kids that they need to go to their beds soon, getting protests from Natsuo. The four of you decide on a movie and you cuddle your boyfriend’s warm body, drifting between being awake and asleep merely twenty minutes into the movie. Fuyumi is the next one to leave the living room, admitting that she's already tired. She ends up dragging Natsuo since he was almost asleep on the couch, leaving you and Dabi alone in the living room.

Dabi plays with your hair as he murmurs in a soft voice “Are you feeling better? Calmer?”. You nod, cuddling closer to him as you take a deep breath, feeling his scent bring you comfort. “I’m sorry Shoto was a bit rude.”

“It's alright. I understand.” you murmur sleepily. “I’m not mad at him or anything, it's not my place. I believe we’ll have more opportunities to talk.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you go so you'll definitely have more opportunities to talk to him.” he chuckles, pulling you closer. Let's go to bed, baby.” You let yourself get dragged to the room by your boyfriend. Like he usually does, Dabi helps you take off your clothes and change before softly wiping off your makeup while your eyes fight to stay open. He will then change his own clothes quickly to snuggle you in bed. Dabi always makes himself appear scary and people usually say he's intimidating but you have to disagree because, as Dabi hugs your waist and hides his face on your chest, he always looks like a cuddle away from actually purring. Dabi argues that he will have nightmares if he's not being held by you so you spend most nights with him clinging onto you while you play with his hair until he falls asleep. It's only fair that he asks for that now that he's back in his childhood home.

When you wake up on the next day, Saturday, your boyfriend is shaking you awake because his brother already came calling him for breakfast. Breakfast is a lot quieter than last night's dinner. You help Rei clean everything, not missing Shoto asking Touya if he wanted to play a video game with him. Fuyumi is sitting on the floor, books scattered all over the coffee table and Natsuo is almost falling asleep on the couch. Shoto and Touya are sitting side by side, each holding a controller while they choose a character in Mario Kart. Rei announces that she's going to the supermarket, kissing all of her children’s forehead before leaving. Touya pats the place next to him when he sees you and you quickly sit down, striking a conversation with Fuyumi about what she is studying.

“You're shit at this game.” the youngest Todoroki murmurs. Touya gasps dramatically, a hand going on his chest as he looks at his brother. “Shoto! Language!” his brother simply rolls his eyes, snatching the controller away from him.

“Do you want to play with me?” It takes you a few seconds to realize Shoto is talking to you, his arm stretched in your direction. You can't control your smile as you reach for the controller, ignoring the smirk Touya sends your away. Shoto doesn't talk much unless he's replying to a jab his brother sends him. “You're a lot better than Tou.” Touya, like the drama queen he is, immediately jumps to try to tickle his brother, putting his head on a headlock. You're left to pull your boyfriend back, warning him about how Shoto is getting redder by the second because of the uncontrollable laughter. Shoto cleans the tears in his eyes while you're holding your boyfriend in your arms to stop him from jumping back to tickling his brother. With his back turned to you, you make a signal with your head, hoping Shoto understands the message. He's still laughing when he starts tickling Touya and you do your best to keep him in place as he starts screaming apologies.

You smile as you watch the two brothers catching their breaths side to side and you understand why Touya said his younger brother was a lot like him. As they sit next to each other, you can see the similarities in their expressions. Touya scares you by dropping his head on your shoulder, still breathing heavily. “Are you sure you're 20?” you ask, not able to stop your giggles. “Keep laughing and you're next.”

“I won't let you.” Shoto’s voice surprises you. “They're cooler than you so I can't let you attack them.”

You stare at Touya from your place on his bed. He has been arguing with Shoto for the past ten minutes but you can't understand what was the reason. He throws some glances at you from time to time, pacing around the room while speaking on the phone. It takes another ten minutes until Touya puts his phone down before making his way to the bed. He forces himself between your legs, then laying his head on your stomach. Your hands immediately go to his hair, your fingers going through the soft locks (that took a long time to get this soft after years of dyeing his hair black) while your boyfriend sighs dramatically. “Shoto called.” You hum in acknowledgment as you wait for him to continue. “He asked if we could visit this weekend.” Touya practically melts against your touch, burying his face on your stomach and tightening the hold he has on your waist. “Do you want to go?” You ask.

“Of course not. You forget about me every time we are there!” Touya is quick to reply.

“I do not. You're being dramatic.”

Touya keeps bickering, arguing that he has every right to be dramatic in this situation. At the end of the day, Touya gives in and decides that you are both going to visit during the weekend (he would never admit it but what made him change his mind was the fact that he would get busy with exams in two weeks and this was the last opportunity to see his mom for a while). You're not as nervous as you were the first time. After hours spent talking to the Todorokis, you felt more at ease while visiting the family. You had grown close to Shoto, forming a bond that you didn't have with the other members. For some reason, the youngest sibling saw in you a safe place and you couldn't be more happy about it. Touya, sometimes, would get jealous of the attention you gave his little brother but you would shut down his whining quickly. Nevertheless, your boyfriend is secretly very happy that you were so close to his family.

The nervousness you felt on the first ride to Touya’s house was not there anymore and instead it's replaced by excitement. You don't wait for your boyfriend to get out of the car when you arrive and, instead, you go to the door by yourself, knocking eagerly. Similar to the first time, Natsuo is the one opening the door. You ruffle his hair, surprised with the growing similarities between him and his older brother. Next, you hear someone running down the stairs and you know it's Shoto by the way his mom calls his name to warn him about running down the stairs. You see a blur of white and red hair before a body collapses against yours. Thankfully, Touya is right behind you to help you stabilize yourself but you barely acknowledge it, just holding Shoto close as you give him the tightest hug.

“Be careful, brat.” Touya says half-heartedly while hugging you both.

“Touya said you weren't coming!”

You look at your boyfriend, an annoying expression on your face while he pretends to not see you. You grab the back of his shirt, preventing him from walking away and whisper “Say sorry, now.” between your teeth. Touya mumbles an apology to his younger brother, who is still hugging you tight and barely paying attention to the other’s words.

Shoto stays quiet as you both walk to the couch. He doesn't talk much but you enjoy his company nonetheless. When you get up to help his mom in the kitchen, he follows you around like a baby duck, not wanting to get you out of his sight. It's cute, really, how he wants to be in your presence even if you're both doing your thing.

“Is lunch almost ready? I’m starving.” Touya asks when he walks into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist to peek at the pot in front of you.

You hum in affirmation. “Help Shoto set the table. Don't be lazy.”

“I’m the guest though I shouldn't…” He stops halfway when he sees you staring at him. “Fine. Kiss first?”

Touya lowers his head and you simply move his hair to the side to kiss his forehead before pushing him off of you. He laughs as he calls for Natsuo to also help because “it isn't fair”.

Lunch is uneventful. Enji Todoroki, as always, doesn’t speak to you much. Instead, he focuses on talking to his oldest son. After eating, Enji goes back to his office to work and the rest of you are left to decide what to do on that Saturday afternoon.

Touya, not so surprisingly, announces that he will be taking a nap and you don't miss the exaggerated pout he gives you when you refuse to go with him. Rei says she will go take care of her garden and asks to warn her if her children decide to go out.

After a lot of deliberation, you, Shoto, Natsuo and Fuyumi decide to go to the supermarket to get the ingredients to bake a cake.

And that's how you end up walking with three of the four Todoroki siblings, holding Shoto’s and Natsuo’s hands whenever you’re about to cross the street, despite the protests of the older one. Quickly you get to the supermarket and you ask the two boys to not run off anywhere, bribing them with the promise of each being able to choose a sweet they want. Natsuo, just like Touya, frowns and tries to act like the angry teenager he thinks he is even though you can see the excitement in his eyes with the promise of food.

“Mom, can we make soba tonight?”

You stop moving when you hear Shoto’s voice, your hand stopping mid air to grab the eggs. You watch the way the boy’s eyes widen when he processes the words coming out of his mouth and his face heats up with embarrassment. It's silent for a while until Natsuo starts laughing loudly and Shoto turns around to try to run away. You have to grab his shirt, not wanting him to get lost. He’s hiding his face and arguing with Natsuo to stop laughing saying “It was an accident!”.

Even Fuyumi has an amused smile on her face watching the scene unfold in front of her while you try to figure out what to do.

“It happens, don't worry about it.” you tell Shoto but it doesn't seem to do much since he still looks embarrassed.

The rest of the grocery shopping is done in silence. Shoto simply points at things, not wanting to make the same embarrassing mistake again.

When you all get home, Touya is awake and watching some random tv show in the living room. You’re putting away the groceries when you hear Touya’s loud laugh and the sound of Shoto running to the kitchen to hide behind you. Touya shows up shortly after, still laughing, with tears in his eyes. You give him a stern look but he doesn't even notice it.

“Hiding behind mom? Such a little baby.” Touya provokes.

“Leave your brother alone. It was an accident.” you respond, rolling your eyes at the immature attitude.

“Didn't you call your math teacher “mom” once, honey?” Rei intervenes, making Touya instantly shut up.

Your boyfriend decides to change the subject and asks to help with the cake. Shoto announced he will just watch TV, his cheeks still a bit red. Rei also leaves the kitchen to do something and you’re left alone with Touya who quickly pulls you for a kiss. “You would be a super hot mom.” he whispers against your lips, his hands making their way down to rest on your stomach.

“Of course you would say that.” you roll your eyes, pushing him away. “I won't get pregnant for the next few years, don't get any ideas.”

Touya laughs and you start paying attention to the cake recipe, trying to push back the images of tattooed, scary Touya with a small baby in his arms.

You catch Natsuo’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror you're standing in front of. He eyes your body, unaware that you stopped trying to put on some earrings and are now watching him. The faint blush on his cheeks is cute and you have to hold back a laugh when said blush intensifies when his eyes stop on your uncovered legs. You knew what you were doing when you waltz into the room wearing only underwear, claiming that you wanted to do your makeup and hair before putting on your clothes. Since then, his eyes haven't left your body, sneakily grabbing a pillow to cover his visible boner. You don't miss the way Natsuo grips the pillow, knuckles turning white, when you shift your body weight from one leg to the other. The music playing in the background doesn't help ease up the sexua tension in the room, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. However, you won't be the first one to crack. By the looks of it though, your boyfriend looks like he will be the first.

It's the vision of you leaning in to see if your makeup looks good that finally makes him stand up and walk up to you, arms sneaking around your waist as his face hides in your neck. “You smell good”, he murmurs. Even if he is trying to not be noticeable, you feel the way he slowly grinds against you.

“Can we do it?” Natsuo whispers, leaving a small kiss on your neck and then another on your shoulder.

“I have to leave in like ten minutes. We can do it when I get back.” you say, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

The man pushes you against the full length mirror and you hiss at the feeling of the cold glass on your back. He sucks where your shoulder and neck meet and you roll your eyes at the obvious motive of why he is leaving hickeys. “I’ll just cover the hickeys with foundation. You know that, right?”

Natsuo laughs against your neck, the sound reverberating through your whole body. “No, you won’t. You like when I mark you. And I like it because it keeps people away from my sweetheart.” His hand sneaks under your bra, fondling one of your breasts as he sighs. “God, baby, you are so hot. I want you to go out and have fun with your friends but at the same time I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of here.”

“That's too bad, isn't it?” you tease, moving your hand to grab his hair and pull him back.

He hisses at the pain caused by you pulling his hair but his expression of pain quickly turns into a smirk. “You know that turns me on, baby.”

“Anything turns you on, fucking pervert.”

Still, you drop on your knees. A blowjob will be quicker than sex so Natsuo will have to be satisfied with this and wait until you get home from hanging out with your friends.

You pull down his sweatpants, his dick jumping free and you don't know why you're surprised at the lack of underwear. Your lips wrap carefully around his head, sucking softly. While you have to leave soon, you don't want to ruin your makeup too much. However, it seems like your boyfriend has a different idea. His big hand grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you to take his dick until the base, your nose touching the trimmed pubes. You gag a bit at the way he forces you to take all of him without a warning. He laughs at your attempt of looking angry, with tears threatening to spill from your waterline and a mouth full of cock. Natsuo pulls your head back, letting you take a deep breath. “Jackass.” You murmur before running your tongue over the side of his dick, noticing the lipstick marks left behind.

You doubt he will move to get some lube so you just let a glob of spit fall and use it to jerk him off. His hand is still on your hair but this time holding your hair back so he can see your face properly. You look up at him through your eyelashes and the way he spurs pre-cum makes it clear that he likes it. You take your mouth to one of his balls, sucking it gently then switching to the other while your hand still moves up and down. His head drops back as he lets out a deep groan. You go back to sucking his dick, it will be easier for him to cum on your mouth than your face. He moves his hips as you bob your head up and down, using your hand to help you. His groans and moans grow louder the closer he gets to his orgasm. It's always a good sight to see your boyfriend’s expression when he is so close, chest moving quickly like he just ran a marathon and his eyes get glossy when the orgasm finally crashes.

You don't know if you were just unlucky or if your boyfriend did it on purpose but, while you're jerking him through his orgasm, his cock escapes from your mouth and most of his cum spills on your face. Natsuo comes down from his high, he starts laughing loudly when he looks down to see you looking angrily at him.

“I hate you so much.”

“Babe, it wasn't on purpose!” he says between laughs as he watches you get up and march to the bathroom. “Be glad I was holding your hair or you’d have to wash it again.”

“Remember how I said we could have sex when I came back?” You say, smiling and batting your eyelashes, a towel in your hand. “You can forget it.” You say, still smiling, before trying to hit him with the towel.