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You didn’t know what to do in this state.
Christ, Shouta had only sent you a text to be ready for him and you were already dripping wet. He was late getting off of his patrol, and though you logically knew he wanted to swing by for a quickie at most, that didn’t stop your body from going onto red alert. It hasn’t stopped you from pulling your body to the limits you could on your own. You had played with your nipples, rolling them around in your fingers until they were sensitive little things. Stuffed your hand down your underwear and rubbed your clit until you were just on the edge of an orgasm. You had pulled all your own strings, imaging it was his hands on you. You had treated yourself as Shouta would, figuring he was looking for a brief respite before returning to the UA dorms.
You certainly hadn’t been prepared for him to use his for emergencies only key to creep into your apartment. He was outside your bedroom before you heard him, your own smaller fingers trying to stretch yourself out for him. One of his usually light feet hit a loud floorboard and you froze, fingers barely grazing that sweet spot inside of you when the door slowly swung open. Your mouth was poised in a perfect ‘O’, ready to alert the whole apartment building to the intruder before you realized who it was.
Shouta was standing in your doorway, hair floating around him, eyes red with his quirk activated. You’d know his eyes anywhere, especially like this. A shudder tore through your body, as violent as a storm, thinking about the noises he must have heard creeping up to your bedroom, the whimpers falling from your mouth, and the lewd way your fingers pressed into your cunt.
“Were you touching yourself, kitten?” His voice sounded genuinely curious, like he hadn’t instructed you earlier. You knew he would barely be able to see you, not with the light from your alarm and through your curtain drawn window, but you nodded your head anyways, unable to find your voice. “I asked a question.”
You find yourself unable to answer, words caught up in your throat. All you can do is let out a high whine, right when your fingers manage to find your sweet spot. You know, logically as he might say, that you need to remove your fingers. You need to answer him. But it feels so good, and you’ve been so close that it’s hard to listen to that logic. Your hips pressed upwards, and you could hear his sharp inhale in response.
You knew you looked a mess, too. Clothes scattered around the room where you had thrown them in a fit to get them off, legs spread over your sheet, your covers thrown to the end of the bed. Three fingers, so much smaller than his own, coated in your slick juices. Your hand was covered in them, freely leaking from your core. You felt hot everywhere, a thin sheen of sweat already covering your body. The light flicked on and you could see him take in your appearance. The red left his eyes, hair falling around his face. Now it was his turn for his mouth to drop open, before he tucked his lower lip between his teeth, deep in thought. Neither of you moved, though you could still feel the pulse of your cunt around your fingers. You held him in your sights for what felt like ages before he pounced on you.
His hand gripped your wrist, tugging your fingers out of your pussy and into his mouth. He cleaned them thoroughly, smoothing his tongue over the skin, every little crevice of your fingers cleaned. He sat between your legs, cock clearly hard in his pants, mouth stuffed with your fingers. The sight of him like this was almost enough to make you cum, the debauched way he looked at you now setting a fire in your core. His free hand made its way between the two of you, his fingertips trailing through your lips until they met your clit, causing you to jump at the contact. He pulls your fingers from his mouth with an audible pop.
“Is this all for me, kitten?” His voice rumbles out of his chest, low and throaty, already drenched with his need for you. Once again you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. He’s hardly touched you but already you’re out of your mind with a need for him. His head tilts at you, dropping your hand to the bed, and leaning over you until his face is right next to yours. “What’s this? Can’t speak already?”
His fingers slip into your cunt at the same time, two of them stretching you more open than three of yours could. Your head tilts back as you let out a high whine, hips pressing up against his fingers, trying to get more of the friction you so desperately crave. His lips find yours to devour in a greedy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth easily. Your arms come up to cling at his shoulders, pressing your chest into his, feeling the way the rough material of his hero uniform scratches up against your sensitive nipples. His lips move to your jaw, biting and sucking as he dips even lower.
“You got yourself all ready for me, hm?” He asks against your collarbone, before sucking a mark onto it. You can hear the teasing lilt in his voice, but it doesn’t quite register for you. Already your toes are curling, and his fingers remain immobile in you despite your hips trying to move on their own. “Did you want something from Daddy? I didn’t tell you to do all of this for me, you know.”
This statement stops your hips short- he had texted you to be ready for him and you had just assumed this was what he meant. Embarrassment bloomed in your chest, and you whimpered at the realization that you could have been wrong. You don’t have time to think too hard on it, though, not when his fingers slip out of you, and then his wrist snaps forward to shove them in again.
“I’m teasing you, kitten,” His words draw another whimper from you, “This is exactly what I wanted to see- my precious little kitten all wet, and open, and ready for me.” To emphasize his point he slides another finger into you, pressing them all the way inside of you, searching for your sweet spot while his palm grinds against your clit. His longer fingers find it right away, and with a few brushes of his fingers you’re cumming around him with a whine. His body rests on yours as you twist and wiggle underneath him. He doesn't stop moving his fingers though, not until the first tears prick at your eyes and he can hear your tiny whimpers grow louder. He tugs his fingers out of you slowly, letting little shockwaves of pleasure spark in you.
“Poor dumb kitten,” He sighs out, pulling away from you to stand next to the bed. He shakes his head down at your whimpering form. “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a pathetic little mess for me.” He strips himself slowly out of his hero costume, giving you time to recover even a little bit, and also take in his form. There’s nothing you love more than watching Shouta undress- beneath the dark, almost baggy material he was strong, muscles firm and flexing under your blissful gaze. Soon he was naked in front of you, nearly posturing like a peacock to your delight. He shot you one beautiful smile, full of love, before returning to the bed, this time laying out next to you. No words are spoken as he arches one eyebrow at you carefully, and pats his thigh in invitation.
You scramble onto him as quickly as you can, ignoring the shaking and burning in your thighs as you do. You hold yourself over him, letting Shouta take the lead now. He grips his cock in one hand, running it through your folds, letting it gather juices, laughing when the tip of him brushed over your clit and you jumped. Once his cock was slick enough with your juices though, his other hand came up to your hip, helping him line up with your opening. Your legs gave way as soon as the head popped in, and you let gravity do the rest, sinking onto him in a boneless pile. Shouta groaned low in his chest, feeling your cunt flutter around him, squeezing him for everything.
“Kitten,” He says, voice strangled like a vice, “You have to relax. F-fuck, you’re still so tight.” You’re not sure how much more relaxed you can get, not in charge of the way your cunt reacts to every drag of his cock through it. His hands grip at your waist tightly now, almost painful in the way his nails dig into it. He helps you grind your cunt around him, making a mess all over him.
“Feel good, kitten?” His voice reaches your ears, but you can’t reply, not like this. You’re split open on his cock, drunk on the way he makes you feel. Only little noises escape your mouth, though they serve to entice him on. “Gonna move you now, okay?”
There’s hardly anytime for you to reply, not when his hands move you up and down his length. It’s almost impersonal, the way he moves you like you’re nothing, grunting in your ear all the while. He slides you up and down, mumbling obscene things in your ear the entire time- how much he loves fucking you, how good you feel around him, how much he can’t wait to fill you with his cum. Your moans increase in volume as he goes on. There’s a flame flickering low in your belly, slowly being stroked to life. Wet noises reverberate through the room, a testament to how well he plays your body.
“Cum for me, kitten, you can do it, can’t you?” His voice is almost pleading now- you know he’s close, the way it trembles. “So cock drunk, but I need you to cum for me, wanna feel you milk my cock.” His voice is the final push you need, and your body goes still, taut as a bowstring, as pleasure rips through you like a tidal wave. You cum with a scream, and Shouta fucks you through it. He presses in deep when he cums, paints your insides white with his release. You lay on him, shaking like a leaf, while his hands trail up and down your back, trying to calm you down. You rolled yourself off of him with all the delicacy you could manage, curling up into his side. You can hear him hum softly in contentment, as your eyes drift shut with sleep. With his arms wrapped around you, you can feel yourself let go, sleep overtaking you just as you hear him say-
“Sleep tight, kitten.”