You had known Shoto ever since you were kids. You weren’t exactly hero material- hence why you hadn’t got to UA. But where you lacked in heroics, you made up for it with your brains.
Marked as one of the geniuses of your generation, you had no need for physical prowess but you liked to keep fit all the same and who better to train with than Shoto?
“Y/N, come to my family dojo this afternoon, we can train together,” the stoic hero said to you as he entered your accounting office that afternoon.
You jumped with surprise.
“Shoto! You scared me, what are you doing here?”
“I came to tell you about the training,” Shoto replied.
“Phones exist, Shoto,” you replied with a little snort of amusement, “this?”
You took out your phone and held it up to show him.
“Yes. I know they exist,” he replied, completely missing your dig at him, “I also wanted to see you in person,” he added.
“Oh? What for?” you asked curiously, thinking he had something important to say.
“Because I like to see you,” he said calmly, his mismatched eyes watching you intently.
You weren’t sure if his comment had been said in a way to purposefully make you blush, but you certainly lost your internal cool over it and clammed up for a second.
“W-Well the feeling is mutual,” you replied, trying to no sound too flirtatious even though you really wanted to make it clear to him that you had like him more than a friend for a LONG time now.
“Good,” he said in a deep voice, then turned to go, “I will see you at my house.”
You watched him go, then slumped into your chair, head falling back again the headrest as a guttural groan of despair squeezed from your lungs.
“Should I just tell him today?” you asked yourself, “I can’t take this anymore.”
5pm, you clocked off and raced home to get your things before heading to the Todoroki residence.
You came from a very well off family, similar to Shoto’s, so the sheer size and magnificence of his house didn’t faze you- you just walked straight to the door and knocked loudly.
“Y/N, you are early,” you heard Shoto said from the other side of the door as he pulled it open, greeting you with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
Your eyes immediately shot down his body then you quickly looked away.
“Uh… why are you in just a towel?” you asked the green plant growing beside his front door- refusing to look at him lest you check him out too much.
“I decided to have a shower before the workout. Then I will shower again after,” he said.
“Ok, whatevz,” you shrugged, trying to sound overly casual to offset the very un-casual feeling inside you.
Him in a towel always got you feeling very hot under the collar.
He stepped back to let you in and you walked down the hallway to the indoor dojo together.
“What are we doing first?” You asked, dropping your gym bag down on the ground.
“Stretching and mediation,” he said, walking around in front of you and putting both hands out to the side then slowly raising them up with palms to the roof as he inhaled.
“Wait, hold on! Let me get ready,” you said, quickly getting into the same stance as him.
“You need to remove your shirt so you have no restrictions,” Shoto said, halting his movements to look at you.
“Huh? Oh… ok,” you said, quickly bending over and grabbing the back of your shirt over your head and yanking it off and onto the floor on one swift moment.
As you stood up you saw him checking you out and you cleared your throat and put your arms out like he had done.
He quickly copied you and you both watched each other as you inhaled slowly then exhaled, slowly bending forwards as you did so.
It was while you had your head down near the floor that you heard the plop of a towel and froze.
“Oh, excuse me, my towel has just fallen off,” Shoto said unusually calmly.
“Uh… you’re fine, I’ll just keep my head down while you put it back on,” you said, eyes popping at the floor.
“I prefer it off. It is restrictive,” he replied.
There was silence.
“Uh… that’s ok.. umm… you do you. It’s your house,” you said, not really comprehending what was going on.
“You are welcome to join me with no restrictive clothing on,” Shoto said in a deep voice.
“Oh boy,” you swallowed thickly.
“Uh… yeah… umm…I… maybe I might keep my pants on…”
“You are uncomfortable with nudity?” Shoto asked.
“No, I’m fine with it but I just…”
“What is it?” he asked, straightening as you did… and your eyes immediately travelled to his rather large cock, hanging free.
Seeing him in all his perfect unhindered glory made your own dick swell in your pants and you swallowed hard.
“Look, man, if I take my pants off it’s gonna give me away,” you admitted.
“Give what away?” he asked and you noticed his cock starting to swell and stiffen.
You looked at it, then into his eyes and he cleared his throat.
“I apologize. But in your presence I can’t help but feel like this,” he said.
“Wait?” you asked, “like what? What do you mean?”
By this time his dick was standing curved to the ceiling, his pink tip looking good enough to suck.
“I have romantic feelings for you, Y/N,” he said in his honest Shoto way.
“Well, you know what?” you said, reaching to your waist band and pulling your pants and underwear down. “Same,” you added, your cock starting to stand up as well.
“Oh. This is fortunate,” Shoto said, “well… shall we continue the workout?”
“Seriously?” you deadpanned internal at him, “we’re both here with dicks out and you still want to work out?”
He started to do his next stretch and you followed his lead.
“You must bend deeper,” Shoto said, trying to give you directions from opposite you but you just weren’t doing as well as he was hoping for so he stood and walked around behind you.
“Hey, woah, watch where you put that thing,” you said with chuckle as he pressed his dick between your ass cheeks, hands on your hips to help support your body as you bent over deeper.
“I will not enter you, Y/N,” he said calmly as your heart raced. Even just the thought of him inside you was too much.
“Wouldn’t mind if you did,” you said back in a low tone, half wanting him to hear it but also, half not.
“Allow me to assist you,” Shoto said, reaching under you and running his fingers along your upper thigh, across to your cock and gripped it in hand.
“Woah,” you inhaled sharply, “are you fine with this?” you asked him, looking back over your shoulder to him.
“I have wanted to do this for a while now,” he said, “but I have been afraid to come forth with my true feelings.”
“I’ve been the same,” you said with a small chuckle, “guess we don’t need to hold back now.”
You stood up slowly and he remained in behind you, one hand tracing up your torso while his other hand stroked your cock.
You reached a hand back to his side and caressed it, arching your backside a bit and wiggling it to sandwich his cock between your cheeks.
“I never thought I’d get the chance to feel your hands on me like this,” you breathed, looking back at him over your shoulder. His icy breath made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end and then all of a sudden your lips were against his.
His top lip was warm and his bottom lip, cold, and you tried to mix the temperature of the two with your own lips and tongue.
He stroked your cock slowly but firmly from base to tip as you tongue kissed. Being male, he knew exactly how to hold you and you felt comfortable in his grasp.
Slowly his other hand travelled down to your balls and cupped them as a support to what his first hand was doing to you.
“God, this feels so good, Shoto, I’m primed right now,” you said in a breathless voice, feeling your cock starting to get more and more rigid.
His hand slipped further under your balls, massaging your cooch, right where your prostate sat and you could feel yourself coming undone quickly.
“Shoto, you better stop or I’m gonna make a mess,” you panted, letting out some deep huffs of delight as he kept doing what he was doing.
“Cum,” he commanded lowly into your ear and it’s as if your body had been overwritten with a new command and your body obeyed- jetting cum from your tip as your body shuddered with delight.
“I’m sorry,” you panted, looking down at your cum on the floor, “I’ll clean that up.”
“It’s best to clean up at the end,” Shoto said, “and it is not the end,” he added, rubbing his cock harder against your ass hole.
~ TO BE CONTINUED ~