#sub shouto

“This is nice,” you purred, nuzzling your face into the back of Shouto’s neck.

You and Shouto were on a rare weekend away at a little ryokan and onsen on the base of a mountain. The whole trip had been organised by Midoriya and his mate as a little couple getaway for a few of his friends and their mates, and by splitting the costs between you all, you had been able to rent the whole inn for a long weekend.

Shouto’s fire quirk had been coming in handy with all the snow and freezing weather. Everyone had been a little envious during the final parts of the train ride over, when you’d been able to plaster yourself to Shouto to chase away the chill while they all shivered and huddled together. And even though you were now tucked up in bed, far away from the chill, Shouto’s left side was still incredibly pleasant to cuddle, hence why you were enthusiastically spooning him in bed.

“Yes,” you could hear the little smile in Shouto’s voice. “I am enjoying this as well.”

“I guess even Midoriya can make well thought out decisions every once and a while,” you joked, reaching for one of Shouto’s hands and threading his fingers with yours. “I love you, and I’m so happy to get some one-on-one time, we don’t get enough of that.”

Shouto hummed in the positive.

“I guess the only downside is the cold,” you pretended to complain. You wanted to have some fun this evening and you had an idea about how to bring it up.

“I will always warm you whenever you need,” Shouto said, squeezing your joined hands.

“I don’t doubt it,” you grinned, threading your legs through Shouto’s. “There are lots of ways you could warm me~”

You could almost hear Shouto’s brows furrowing at your words. He always struggled with innuendos and double meanings. He was a very literal person.

“Using my left side would be the most efficient way,” Shouto said, vaguely confused.

“Hmm, probably,” you grinned. “But I can think of a more fun way.”

“More fun wa-?” his words cut off as you slipped your free hand up his shirt, entertaining yourself by running your hand all over his torso. To further illustrate your point, you shifted your hips forward and rubbed your half hard cock against Shouto.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” you laughed. “Are you up for something tonight or are you too tired after all the travelling and snow?”

“Hmm, I don’t mind, but I’m comfy,” Shouto’s voice had a little whiny tinge to it that was the cutest thing you’d ever heard. No one would assume that the stoic pro hero was actually adorable, but the proof was right in front of you.

“We don’t have to move. I think this position works perfectly.”

…

The bed was so soft it was almost difficult to keep up a steady rhythm with your thrusts, because every single time you pulled out, you automatically started to sink into the mattress.

Thankfully, it didn’t matter much because this love making session was more about slow, deep strokes than anything else. You were just enjoying each other and the ambience of the beautiful inn, making the most of your little weekend away.

“You feel so good, Sho,” you groaned into your mate’s ear, sneakily pulling at his ear lobe with your teeth. Shouto gripped your still entwined hand tighter and used your free hand to pull his slender hips closer to your own in return.

Shouto was so warm against you, his skin incredibly soft against yours. You were trying to keep the noise to a minimum, conscious of the fact that Shouto’s friends and colleagues were sleeping in the rooms all around you, but he was driving you crazy, and you were struggling to hold it in. Shouto was pretty quiet normally and thus having an easier time, but he was still a panting mess with a sweat soaked fringe that you promptly brushed away from his forehead. The downside of the spooning position was that you couldn’t properly see Shouto’s face, but the upside was that it was much easier to shower his mating mark in kisses and little bites.

Shouto choked on a moan as sucked a particularly large hickey on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, just below his mating mark.

“That feels good,” he whispered, automatically baring that side of his neck to you. You rewarded his submission by dragging your teeth gently down from the bottom of his ear to the start of his shoulder, coaxing out a shaky whine from Shouto.

“We fit together so perfectly, omega, like we were made for each other,” you crooned into Shouto’s ear. He purred and you could feel every vibration from the way your chest was pressed up against his back. That was another perk of this position.

“I knew you were my alpha from the moment we met, I could just tell,” Shouto whimpered, exaggeratedly baring his neck for you again to encourage you to place some more kisses there. You readily obliged but had to hide your laugh at his statement. As far as you remembered your first meeting with Shouto, he’d shaken your hand with the briefest greeting exchange possible and then immediately walked away, not sending you even the smallest of second glances. And from what you knew of Shouto’s acting skills (or lack thereof), he probably hadn’t been just hiding those feelings under the cold exterior, but you weren’t going to be the one to shatter his soulmate fantasy.

“See? Do you feel the way my cock fits inside you so perfectly? Just the right size for you?”

“Yes!” Shouto gasped. “It’s amazing! It feels amazing!”

“We’re all snuggled up here together, just us, making love, perfect,” you purred. “Can you cum for me baby? I’m almost there.”

“Hnng, gonna cum, alpha,” Shouto whined. Shouto’s insides were spasming around you, so you picked up your pace, powering through the inconvenient softness of the bed to bring your omega, and yourself, to orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby, but remember to try to keep quiet.”

And cum Shouto did. He didn’t have much room to move in your tight embrace, but he still shuddered and stretched out as he came, little whimpers slipping through his lips. Shouto always lost control of his muscles when he came.

“Alpha,” Shouto whispered, using your cojoined hands to pull your arm more firmly over him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. His adorable behaviour sent you tumbling into your own orgasm, cumming inside of your mate.

“It’s hot,” Shouto noted, his own orgasm already over as you came inside him.

“Yeah?” you groaned, struggling to speak in the middle of your orgasm. “Is my cum hot inside of you?”

Shouto dragged your conjoined hands to rest over his tummy.

“It feels nice,” he hummed, nuzzling into the soft pillows on the bed. You joined him, nuzzling into the back of his neck as you orgasm ended. But as you went to pull out, Shouto suddenly protested.

“No,” he whispered, sounding a little petulant in the way he always got after sex. “Stay inside.”

You chuckled, but did as Shouto wanted, pushing your hips back in.

“There. Time for sleep now though, we’re supposed to have breakfast with everyone pretty early.”

“Hmm, okay…” Shouto said, breath already evening out. “Goodnight.”

His jelly-like legs wobble around your hips, falling limp against the sheets as your thumbs rub comforting circles into the flesh of his thighs.

“You did so good, baby. So very pretty for me.” You crooned and his brows knit and his hole clenched one more time around the toy lodged within his velvet walls at your praise. So often your validation and compliments are all it takes for him to soil himself. Shouto keens when you smooth a palm over the slight bulge of his belly where the strap pokes. “You always take me so well.”

A stream of moonlight filters through the sheer curtains as they dance in the wind of the open window, cooling his sweltering flesh. Shouto releases the burnt sheet and intertwines his thin fingers with yours over his stomach, a dazed look of affection shining in those misty eyes of his.

“Hmm, thank you…” the boy finally manages, his voice raspy from overuse.

You feel a tinge of pride swell in your chest, remembering a time when he was too shy to make noise for you. Now he sang for you like a pretty bird without shame or fear of judgment. Truly one of your greatest accomplishments in your sexual endeavors.

Your hands retreat to his hips and you lean up to press loving kisses to his cheeks and the corners of his lips, just to see the smile twitch to his thin lips and the deep chuckle erupt from his chest.

“Alright, shou, deep breath in…” he obeys without question, chest filling with a shaky breath as you pull the toy out of him. His hips twitch up involuntarily at the mild stimulation before relaxing into the pillows squished right under his hips for comfort. “Good boy.”

You smooch his nose, and his cheeks flush pink. A hand shoves your face away in his embarrassment when he catches you looking at him with that salacious grin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, bluebird.” You sang, slipping off the bed to wriggle out of the harness, fingers rubbing absentmindedly at the red marks left behind by the straps. You scamper off to the other room for wet wipes and a water bottle for your beloved. When you return you frown to find him stripping the sheets, now burnt and frostbitten from his scrambling hands. “I could have done that.” You pout, and he ignores you.

You set down the wipes and water bottle on the nightstand, scooping up both of your shed clothes and tossing them into the hamper. When you turn back around, you’re distracted by the way Shouto is bent over the mattress to tuck the new sheet over the last corner, his round ass up in the air. Truly, can anyone blame you for the resulting grab of his ass? Your boyfriend jumps, and sends you a dirty look over his shoulder—grumpy, grumpy—but crumples when your knees hit the floor and you’re tugging his legs over the edge of the bed, spreading him open for you.

He’s sore everywhere, but he melts into the clean linens when your tongue circles his still sensitive rim, lavishing his taint with your tongue. This isn’t quite what you meant by cleaning him up, but this would suffice.

The tip of your slick tongue teases his fluttering entrance and he whimpers, head falling forward into the sheets, hands burying themselves into his own hair as his breathing quickens, cock hardening once more against the bed. Surely he couldn’t cum again, surely you’d milked him of everything he had. Still, he feels his length swell and leak, it’s thin and sparse, but still wets the pillowy mattress beneath him as his hips grind back against your face.

“Baby… baby please, i… i can’t cum anymore. f-fu~ck…” Shouto whimpers, legs shaking as your tongue slips inside him easily, his hole still stretched out from your fake cock. “Y/n, please…”

“You can.” You hum encouragingly into the cleft of his ass, tongue reaching deeper within him as he starts to fuck himself onto your tongue despite his protests, his own tongue falling out of his mouth and drool dribbling down his chin. He cries out as one of your hands wriggles between his body and the sheets to pump his overstimulated cock. It’s too much, he can’t think. It hurts but feels so good at the same time, it’s a confusing mix of pain and pleasure and he already feels like he’s about to burst.

Your tongue smooths a spot inside him that makes him squeal, and he quakes in your arms, hips grinding back against your face through his dry orgasm as he sobs and sniffles into the sheets.

Shouto doesn’t even process that you’re speaking to him, comforting him until a few minutes later. He can feel your hands caressing his trembling body, and you’ve maneuvered him onto his back. You’re whispering sweet praises and muttering concerned questions against his cheek as you pepper his face with kisses.

“-re you alright, baby? C’mon talk to me, was it too much?”

“M’ok, it was… good, m’ok.” He mumbles, turning his head to the side to capture lips in a clumsy kiss, but you melt into it regardless. You lie there together for a few moments more, just enjoying one another’s touch. “I love you.”

You smile against his lips, your heart swelling with affection.

“And I love you,” you reply, before reaching over him to the nightstand, fingers closing around the water bottle from earlier. 

Gingerly you unscrew it and bring it to his lips, letting him drink from it for a long moment. Once he’s calmed down again and starting to nod off, you pull away from his embrace to start wiping him down with the wet wipes, cleaning the sticky release and excess lube from his stomach and thighs. The whole time Shouto stares at you through his thick lashes, eyes barely keeping themselves open as you dote over him.

Absent-mindedly, he thinks about how lucky he is to have you. To share these moments with you, to have someone that takes care of him for a change.