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faraway97 · 7 months

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mating szn

PART 2‼️ (part 1)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: horny miguel, smut, fluff, dryhumping, unprotected p-i-v, breeding kink, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating, descriptions of oral sex (f!receiving), rough sex

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

Stumbling and yelping in sync with his heavy footsteps catching up fast, you reach the first floor.

Before you get to offer yourself a fraction of a second to decide your next move, the hallway carpet curls up under your feet, slipping behind as your arms instinctively shoot forward for you to catch yourself.

Bringing one knee to your chest, you're prepared to launch yourself forward like an olympic runner.

Too bad.

Miguel's broad hands grip your waist from behind, once again sending jolts of adrenaline throughout your entire system.

You scream in delight through playful giggles, calling out his name breathlessly and maliciously arching into his hold.

You're getting wetter by the second seeing just how horny he is.

He pushes you down, forcing you on both knees. The deep pants from the chase quickly turn into something else as you feel his weight on your back, feel him get on one knee behind you.

His grip on your waist tightens. He brings his crotch up to your ass, grinding his erection up and down your clothed slit.

His hips roll slowly, rubbing the thick shaft of his hard-on lazily and mindlessly, the motions shallow and enticing.

"Ah, come on, baby", He leans forward, nuzzling his face into your soft hair, basking in the slightly-sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo. With a messy kiss to your neck, he speaks, raspy with need,

"Can't help it." More wet, sloppy kisses to your neck, more thrusts of his rock hard cock against your drenched folds through the thin material of your panties and his boxers. "I need, I need - ugh" the words fail to form as his hot breath hits the back of your neck, followed by more kisses and bites.

He brings a hand to the meat of your right thigh, grabbing harshly. He then lets it slip up over the mound of your pussy, cupping you and pushing two fingers over your folds, still stopped by your panties. You shiver at the feeling of his huge, warm palm touching your core so pervertedly, so desperately.

He can feel the wet patch on the cotton fabric, proof of reciprocated desire.

His senses once again catch the unmistakable, ever so dearly intoxicating aroma of you, so ready for him. His eyes roll back with a silent inhale, his bare chest rising and falling on your back.

He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your plush thighs and lap at your essence, pussy-drunk and keen on overstimulating you; licking and sucking at your clit, circling around your damp folds with his tongue until you're pushing him away, begging for a break, red, swollen and exhausted.

He can almost imagine you, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing and pulling, either smothering him into your velvety cunt, needy and on the edge, or trying to escape his grip. He'd only hold you down, burly arms curling around your legs, just so he could make you come again, to feel you pulsate, feel your juices coat his mouth.

But with the way his cock twitches, begging for friction and stimulation, he can't think straight.

He feels an overwhelming urge to shove himself inside you and fill you with his cum, to see his cock rearranging your guts through your belly, to empty his balls in your womb and watch his seed dribble out of you, and push it back in with his still hard cock, hold it there so that it takes.

His warm, eager hands travel down to your panties, and in their loose hold as he attempts to drag them down your thighs, you once again snake away, giggling with a sardonic grin that doesn't do well in covering up the desire evident on your features.

"¡Mierda!" He grunts, and you enter the bedroom, reaching the balcony door and turning around. You catch the sight of Miguel clawing at the door frame to take the turn and come in faster.

Before you can react and take your eyes off the enormous bulge in his shorts, the defined shape of his dick protruding erotically against the material, he pounces, caging you against the wall, distancing your legs far apart with one knee.

His palms slip to your sides, not missing the savory opportunity to settle on the sides of your tits. He fondles their softness with the heels of his hands, pushing them together, pressing his whole body into yours.

You let out a barely audible moan as he corners you, almost squeezing you between his muscular frame and the wall behind you, and he almost loses all that's left of his sanity.

He kisses your temple, full of yearning. Although, he's instantly reminded that his scent has worn off of your feverish skin.

"Por favor,-" a deep groan vibrates in his chest against you, making you quiver.

"He estado cachondo todo el día," (I've been horny all day). He holds you tight against him, your tender breasts pressed flush against his pecs.

"No podía pensar en nada más que en ti" (I couldn't think of anything but you.)

You finally give in and offer a smidge of relief, sliding your hand down to grab his clothed hard cock. The second he feels you palm him tentatively, he reflexively starts rubbing himself on your hand like an animal in heat, groaning ruggedly.

"That's it." He rasps, fed up, and it's almost a threat.

He slowly walks over to the bed with you secure in his arms, but when his knees hit the frame, he doesn't drop you like he normally would. No. He's not giving you another chance to flee. A part of him loves the cat-and-mouse game he knows you enjoy so much, but the other part can already feel his fat, full balls turning blue.

Placing you down, hands still gripping your waist viciously, he gets on the bed, the mattress sinking down under his weight.

You feel your clit throb as he traps you with his thighs, taking your shirt off. His touch leaves goosebumps over your silky skin.

Under your hazy gaze fixed on his movements, he hovers above you, skipping the usual looks of adoration. Not that the sentiments were gone by any means, but he was far too needy to wait any longer.

The kiss he suffocates you with is fiery, full of all the pent up tension he had to endure.

As his mouth moves against yours eagerly and messily, you notice how it lacks his characteristic expert, methodical approach.

His lips were just as soft as ever, but devoured your every moan and breath with a fervor unfamiliar. His tongue slips past the liplock, dominating you in no time, and right when you start to adjust to the new strategy, catching up with his movements, he parts from you, breaking the kiss and sucking your soul out of you with it.

He continues his attack down your throat, biting and licking hurriedly, marking you as his.

Groaning freely, he reaches your breasts, taking them in his mouth, one after the other. His hands squeeze, roam and play with them, making you bite down on your lower lip and whine beneath him.

He suckles on the perked nipples, releasing them to catch his breath with another gravel moan. When he's done, your chest is coated in his spit; fresh, red hickies already blooming over your tender tits.

The weight of his cock settles on your thigh, pressed snugly and oozing precum through a dark spot on his boxers.

Your own hands attach to his silky dark hair, caressing and brushing wild strands away from his forehead, clinging and pulling occasionally when he latches onto your breasts again after taking a few deep breaths.

Sliding lower, impatiently licking and biting over the line of your stomach, he finally gets to your panties.

He kisses the soft lips of your pussy through the fabric, the scent of your arousal driving him mad. He groans again, words slurred through the desperate, obscene licks, "Eres.." He extends his tongue, lapping up at the dampness, "..tan bonita." (You're so pretty)

Your heels are digging into his shoulder blades as you squirm and moan under his sultry touch. Through half lidded eyes, you see him bare his pearl white fangs, as if prepared to sink them into your sensitive skin.

You gasp, a little above a moan.

"Miguel! Don't - ah" You whimper as he grits his teeth around the elastic of your panties, tearing them in two with the help of one hand.

He grabs your thighs, kneeling between your legs.

Shoving his hand in his shorts, he takes his dick out, its mushroom head glistening mauve. He begins to stroke it more violently than you thought he would've taken pleasure in.

Mouth agape, pupils blown wide, he looks downright primal. Solely focused on claiming you, on stuffing you full of his potent seed, of draining his fat balls in your warm cunt until you're begging him to stop through ablaze overstimulation.

Cock in hand, incontestably massive encompassed by his proportionally large fingers, he slaps the hard, angered, heavy shaft on your tender folds, groaning at the wet sound of flesh against flesh. He rubs it over your reddish-hued lips, drenching it in your juices.

You notice his thighs flex, already insanely sensitive. When he eases the head in, he moans, rough and low in his throat, brows creased in pained pleasure. You whimper his name, legs quivering faintly on each side of his waist.

Using his weight to press your body down into the mattress, forcing you onto him, he slides his arms underneath your knees, throwing them over his shoulders and bending you in half.

A shiver bursts through you at the sensation. You clench around him, forcing a strangled groan out of his throat.

He braces himself down on his forearms, face nestled in the crook of your neck. Pushing in, the bulbous tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out and gets straight to a tireless pace, not giving you the ritualistic second to adjust.

The bed creaks and squeaks with the way he's throwing himself into your cunt, pounding you into the soft cushions relentlessly.

His hips gyrate roughly against yours, his tense abdomen waving into you, dipping his meaty cock in your juices with an obscene, wet squelching, finishing each delicious swing with a quicker entry, more forceful and animalistic. His pubes brush harshly against your engorged, swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity through your core.

Skipping the tension, the build-up of speed, he drives straight to the euphoric rhythm of a release chase. His balls slap onto your ass, his pelvic bone nearly delivering bruising slams against your own.

“Ugh, oh Miguel-,” you gasp for more air, struggling to form a coherent sentence through delirium, your breaths and moans rhythmically timed by his rough thrusts.

You curl your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and shoulders. He looks down at you, watching your breasts bounce in his face, and starts rutting harder into you, every ridge and vein of his fat cock brushing against your sensitive spots perfectly.

Each time you call for him, it's a melody, a rapturous chant that has him on his knees, his mind in cobwebs, his heart aching; and for the time being, his cock throbbing as well.

"I'm - ah! Cumming!Ugh, M- Mig- uel- !" You moan sharply, your orgasm rapidly threatening to burst like fireworks.

He frowns, panting, shallow breaths hot over your face. You convulse under his massive body, arching your back, squeezing your tits flush against his feverish skin.

He feels your pussy flutter around his cock, milking him and sucking him in. He groans loudly in your ear, pace faltering ever so slightly. The headboard of the bed keeps slamming against the room wall, spurring your orgasm on with the reminder of the force of the man above you.

With one final thrust, his whole body tenses. He pushes forward, burying his cock in your soft, warm cunt, dumping his load in much slower and shallow rolls of his hips. You feel his dick pulsate inside you with each new spurt of cum, the remnants of your own climax making you clench around him reflexively.

He stills, relief washing over him. Meeting your gaze, he watches how you come back to your senses, the blinding lust replaced by love and admiration.

He grabs your waist and pulls you down with him, laying you on his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

You close your eyes, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Dinner long forgotten.

divider by @cafekitsune

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faraway97 · 7 months

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sins in silk

c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel ohara x princess!reader, they are from different kingdoms, mentioned age-gap, forbidden love aspect, pregnancy kink, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual head, fingering, size kink, art cred: kammie_arts1903

"Princess, the Grand Duke is here. May I bring him in?"

"Show him to the study for now. Tell him I will be right out. Be sure to thank the Grand Duke for his patience."

"Yes, Princess."

"Oh, Will?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"After you inform the Duke, please excuse everyone to their chambers, yes?"

"But princess, you know if the king found out we had left your side, even with the Grand Duke we could lose our-"

"I will not let that happen. So please, Will, do this for me."

All though apprehensive, your servant bows and disappears from your room, in long strides to the Duke.

It's the 5th time this month he has come to the estate. Always with the intention to see the King and ruminate. And despite him being so much older than you, your father's closest friend and strongest connection to the 2099 kingdom, and is only to wed a woman from his territory, each time he has come has left you tangling a hand in your silk sheets, hushed cries of the Duke's name left to fall from your wet lips in a silent plea.

Every time he drops by unannounced, talks to your father, and leaves. Every time he has his salt and pepper sprinkled brown hair combed back away from his face, showing the wrinkles on his forehead. Every time his eyes have focused on you, running over you like the pretty oil portrait that hangs above the study's mantle as his jaw flexes brows furrow, something in you ignites and the yearning becomes almost palpable.

Never does he say more to you than a few words, only acknowledging you after with how his body tenses when you're around. He runs as cold as the marble under your feet as you move to your vanity to reapply your perfume and shift your dress to expose enough of your collarbone without looking intentional. You're buzzing at the thought of seeing him, taking the rollers out of your hair with bubbling anticipation. This is the first time he's come amidst nightfall and the first time you two will be alone. With your hands resting to your front, you walk to the study well aware of how low your neckline is dipping while high pillared walls with paintings of cherubs and past battles trail you illuminated by ivory candles.

When you push past tall burgundy doors, you're greeted by the sight of Grand Duke of 2099, Miguel O'hara, who's stretching his back with two large hands on his hips. The deep groan he lets out makes your skin flush, and when his cold gaze meets yours you almost shiver. His eyes drift from your face to just right where your dress exposes a bit of the fat on your breast, and you smile when you hear him suck in a breath.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Your Grace?" His eyes tear from your chest as he focuses on the crackling fireplace.

"Just here to see your father, is he near?" He asks, brown eyes fixing back onto yours. Your smile only widens.

"I'm afraid the King is away, but he should be returning soon, you are more than welcome to stay 'till his return."

"I shouldn't-"

"Humor me, Your Grace. After all, I am a bit lonely without my father to talk to." you say, batting your eyelashes at him bashfully.

Apprehension is so clear on his face, but still he nods, straightening his white button up and waiting for you to go on.

"Follow me," you say, walking back down the hall until you reach your room.

"Princessa, I will not go further, this is inappropriate. A young lady shouldn-"

"'M not as young as I was before. Surely you can agree, no?"

"Even so," He coughs. "That is not the point-"

"You should have no trouble entering. I have already given my permission."

He doesn't look convinced.

"Do you not trust me? Have I done wrong by you?"

"That is not it, Princessa-"

"Then please, my duke, time is slipping right past us." you whisper, slipping through the doors, intentionally brushing your hand across his thigh. You grin when you hear his shaky breath, and hear your door not only close, but lock.

"What is it that you have here that we couldn't be anywhere else for?"

"Are you putting on an act," you ask him, turning around to face him still at a distance. "Or are you truly this aloof, Your Grace?'

"I’m sorry?-"

"I have a confession," you say. walking closer and closer until his breath is caught in his throat, and your lips are just a nudge away from his.

"My father won't be returning anytime soon." And suddenly, it seems it has clicked in his head, as his eyes darken.

"This can not happen."

"You're right," your hand is pressed up against his chest.

"Someone could hear us," He whispers, making no effort to push you away.

"I've already dismissed everyone to their chambers."

"If your father ever found out there could be a war," he tries to argue, but his head is still dipping down, ghosting over your lips.

"We have all night to just the two of us."

And just a second after saying that, he kisses you. His lips are hot, hungry, and experienced in the way they move against yours, swallowing your every breath. His hands find your waist, but he hesitates and you can tell he hasn't given in completely. And something about that excites you.

You pull away from his lips, leaving him noticeably confused until your hand reaches down and palms his cock, happy at the way he's already hard.

"Do you know just how long I've been wanting this?" You ask shifting him around you.

He doesn't say anything, only shakes his head "No."

"Ever since the day you came back to visit, I haven't been able to think of anything else." When you push him down on the edge of your bed, he shivers when you drop to your knees and play with the button on his slacks.

"Every night, I touch myself on these sheets to the thought of you." You confess, finally free him from his pants, leaving him in the thin fabric of his underwear, painfully soaking up the front of them with his pre.

"Princessa," He finally says in almost a whine. "If you say things like that I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

And dipping your hand under his waistband to grip his cock, you savor how thick and heavy he feels and the groan he lets out with a kiss to his base. You can't deny the bit of worry that flushes through you when you see just how big he is. Thick beads of cum pulse out of him that you lick up hungrily, humming at how you can feel hus veins on your tongue.

"Then please, Your Grace. Give me everything."

That seems to shatter his self control, because suddenly he has a hand in your hair and a hand on his cock as he forces your lips over his angry brown head.

"You're such a damn tease, you know that?" He gritts out, bullying his cock all the way to the back of your throat and then some. You gag and choke around him, already feeling your throat burn and eyes well up.

"Always coming around me with your father with your body on display in those cute little gowns, batting those pretty little eyes at me when you talk. What would your father think if he knew all of that was because you were trying to get my attention?" He coos between groans while using your face like just a vessel to get off, and your cunt starts dripping. "Just so I could fuck your pretty mouth like this?"

You can't do anything but moan around him, croaking out gasp when he finally lets you catch your breath before immediately pulling you back down onto his dick rapidly as snot mixes in with tears, spit, and cum starts to drip down your jaw and onto your floor. He begins to unbutton his shirt, before tearing it off completely, leaving buttons to fly across your room. Looking up through teary eyes you take in the way his usually combed back hair sticks to his sweaty forehead messily, as his abs tense and relax with every rapid breath as his mouth lulls open with lidded eyes, moaning when he sees just how well you swallow him.

Swiftly, you run your tongue over the slit of his cock, hearing him whine, and feeling the grip on your hair tighten enough to burn your scalp. Your throat aches with every heavy thrust that only spurs on the throbbing between your thighs as your hands play with his balls and he stutters in your mouth, shooting his seed down your throat, midst mumbling praises.

Without word or warning, he flips you over, effectively pinning you down to your bed once he's come down from his high. His large calloused hand runs up and down your thigh before tossing your nightgown up, and he groans at the sigh.

"You needed me so bad you didn't wear anything under this frilly thing? What a filthy girl." He grins, slapping your dripping cunt and drinking up your moan in a kiss.

"Your Grace,"

"That's not what you should be calling me." He grits, crouching down to his knees to lick a stripe up your throbbing pussy.

"M-miguel,"

"Yes, Princessa?"

"Please."

"Please what, Princessa?" He says, licking another stripe, but slower.

"Please...don't tease me." You whimper, muffling your moans with the back of your hand.

"And what shall I do instead?"

"Kiss me harder, please. I need it, Mig-" and your sentence is cut off by the feeling of his nose kissing your clit as he buries his face into your sopping heat, groaning at the way you suck his tongue in. You're writhing at the feeling, but when you feel one of his calloused fingers push through you, you lose your vision for a second.

"Fuck- you're even tighter than I thought you were," he groans, and you feel your body ignite at his admission.

"You'd think of me?" You ask with such a worn out voice, Miguel's hips buck up in search of any friction at all.

"All the damn time. Would fuck my hand everyday over those pretty eyes and lips, imagine how pretty you'd look all happy and spent, with the image of my love spilling out of you." He confesses, speeding his assault on your hole, hitting spots with his fingers you could only dream of, before latching his mouth back on and fucking you with his tongue and fingers. The arousal in you was rushing through you like a wave and just after a strangled moan it blows out of you in pleasurable burst that leave you flushed. He hungrily drinks you up like a starved man until you're whining from the sensation.

When he rises from the floor he doesn't bother wiping your slick from his mouth, only laughs at your fucked out expression, and runs his lips over yours, amused by how you trail after him. Annoyed, you wrap your hands around his collar and pull his lips onto yours, gasping and licking into his mouth. Between the taste of you on his tongue, his rock-hard cock rubbing against your puffy folds as your hands run through his sweaty hair.

"Gonna give me one more?" He asks, voice low like gravel.

"I'll do anything for you, Miguel. Anything you want."

He kisses you again, a passionate thing as you both whine at the feeling of him bullying into you.

"'Ts too big, Mig- oh! S-slow down!" You cry, but his hand slaps the fat of your thigh and grips it, hitting you even deeper at a fast pace. The pain is still there, but feeling of pleasure is much more intense. And it only skyrockets when you hear his voice.

"Sshhh sweetheart. You're-fuck-already taking me so well. so damn tight around me. Be good and take what I give you. So I c-can tell your father what a nice cunt his perfect little girl has." He rasps, pounding you even deeper than before, and your nails dig up the fabric of your sheets, leaving fabric frayed in long scratches. One hand grips your thigh as the other moves up your dress to tweak and grope your breast, making you clench down around him. He drawls out a curse as his head falls into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your sweat and perfume that makes him impossibly more needy to where he's plowing through you in quick hard strokes that move your bed to knock against your walls, shaking the shelf above you.

His teeth sink into your neck, almost as a mark of ownership, before sucking a bruise into your skin, continuing his markings lower and lower to focus them on your breast. Your back arches at the sting and you cry out at the imposing feeling building up inside you.

"Such a pretty girl," he says, leaning over to look you in your eyes, studying the gaping of your mouth and tugging on your brows as your orgasm builds up. His eyes are trained on you, as he throbs inside you, stimulating you further.

"I'm close-" you whimper, voice cracking as he licks a stripe up your neck.

"Yeah?" He asks, smirk practically audible as he hums in your ear. "Do it. Squeeze me, sweetheart."

It only takes a few heavy strokes to hit your sweet spot before you are gushing around him, making his thrust sporadic and moans louder.

"Yes-shit- let me fill you up. I'll give you an heir, and then I'll-hah- fuck you again, and again, and again."

"Yesyesyes, please." You think you exclaim, but can't tell if you said it out loud or just in your head because of how overestimated you are. His hand rubs circles on your clit, and your toes curl as your heels dig into the muscle of his back.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-" He spits out, just before spilling his seed into your cunt, carefully riding out his orgasm inside you while pushing his cum deeper into your womb. His palm stretches over the expanse of your chest as he leans down to kiss just above your belly button. The room is quiet now that he is still inside you, and you watch Miguel lean down to kiss you once more, in the form of a soft peck to your swollen lips. Once he pulls back, he leaves you briefly before returning with a warm damp cloth that he wipes you down with. Once he is done, he discards it into a bucket and lies himself down next to you.

"If we continue to do this," he says, carefully pulling out of you. "We will eventually have to tell your father."

"You're right," you whisper scared, but when you feel his strong arm pull you flush against his chest, hope surges through you and you bury your face into his warm body.

"We'll need to get up early, the maids would appreciate finding us like this."

"We'll be fine. After all, a pregnancy will shock them far more than this."

"I'm sure it will," he laughs, kissing your forehead.

Since envelops the two of you, as you notice his breathing deepen.

"Your, Grace-"

"Miguel," he corrects, eyes dancing across your face with a small smile.

"Miguel, my father will be gone on the next full moon."

"The next full moon, huh?" He asks no one at all, pushing your hair behind your ear.

It’s bittersweet asking him to sneak around with you again. And yet, all he says is a simple "Okay," placing a kiss to the palm of your hand, and you understand what the gesture is:

A promise.

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faraway97 · 1 year

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Plans Can Change

This is the prequel to Plan B. Can be treated as a stand-alone fic if you aren’t down for what happens in Plan B, which is infidelity.

Pairings: Natsuo Todoroki x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: break-up, heartbreak, messy feelings, lots of emotions, alcohol consumption, wall sex, crying while masturbating, pregnancy mention

Notes: I have never written anything this length, nor have I ever worked quite this hard on a piece before. I'm both petrified & ecstatic to finally post it, so here it is! I hope you all fall as hard for Natsuo as I have 💜

I'm hoping to post the sequel to Plan B soon! Lemme know if you’d like to join the tag list 💜

“Y-you’re what?” You blink at Shouto, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? Tell me this is a sick joke.” You shrink away from him, sliding towards the other end of the couch, tears welling in your eyes.

“Baby, I—,” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Don’t fucking baby me!” You shove him away as he reaches out to hold you in his arms, standing to step further away from him. “You’ve told me for years that this would never happen. That you’d come clean to your dad about us and tell him to call off this bullshit quirk marriage idea of his!”

“I know, but baby, it’s not that simple--,” he puts his hands up and rises, tentatively taking a step towards you.

“It is that fucking simple! You’re just a fucking coward!” Tears flow freely over your cheeks, your face reddening as rage boils up inside of you, coalescing into verbal venom that you spew directly into his pathetic face. “Five fucking years of my life, I’ve waited for you to grow a fucking backbone and now it’s just over? All the lies and the sneaking around, I understood when we were still in school, but we’re goddamn adults! We’re pro fucking heroes! And I’ve never been able to hold your hand in public, because you’re afraid of what your dickbag father would have to say about it? The one that you say that you still despise, but yet here you are, throwing away everything to appease him? Did I fucking miss anything?”

“No,” he chokes, looking at you guiltily as tears spill over his own cheeks. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/n. I do love you though. I’m always going to love you.”

“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth, taking a menacing step forward with each proclamation. “You don’t love me. I don’t think that you ever have, because this isn’t love. This is you leading me on, promising me the world, and then snatching the rug out from under me. You’re a selfish goddamn prick, Shouto Todoroki. I guess you’re more like your father than I thought.”

“Y/n, please, it isn’t like that. I-I don’t know what to do! I’m not like him. I don’t want to be, but this is the only thing that makes sense to me. I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to hurt you,” you scoff, shaking your head as you look upwards, disbelief plain on your face as he continues. “I know it might not make sense to you and I know you can’t understand, but I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone. I’m trying to make the best decision that I can.”

“For everyone? What about me? What about us?” You clutched your hands to your chest, your eyes frantically searching for a shred of rationality behind his eyes. “What about all those times you promised me that we would get to live happily ever after, hmm? When you swore that you would never let this exact fucking thing happen to us?” You sob and quickly pace across the room, folding your arms around yourself as the anger roils beneath your skin, leaving you shaking in the corner, continuing to stew while he stands there, thoroughly defeated and unsure of what to even say.

Because there’s nothing left to say. There’s nothing he or you can say to change what’s been done. To undo the damage that’s been caused by his decision. It’s over.

You sigh, feeling the weight of the world coming to rest upon your fragile shoulders, closing your eyes as you turn away from him, trying not to choke on your words while more tears pour over your cheeks, “Get out.”

“Baby, please just let me try to explain,” he reaches out to touch your arm and you wrench it away from him.

“Go!” You spin on your heel, glaring at him as every loose object in your apartment suddenly levitates. He looks stunned, but nowhere near intimidated as he takes another step closer. You try to maintain your threatening gaze, but you crack, your mouth twitching as you let out a broken sob. “Go,” you beg, a pathetic plea that rings out in the uncomfortable stillness of the room before everything collapses around you two.

He freezes, staring at you apologetically as he seems to mull over his next move. After a long beat, he finally speaks.

“Okay,” he nods solemnly, taking a step back and turning towards the door. He steps over a broken picture frame, one of you and him from your high school days. Both of you all dressed up for the school dance, looking happy as ever.

Another wave of guilt washes over him as he tears his eyes away from the nostalgic, far gone scene, leaving you alone.

///

“Two more, please,” you smile at the bartender, who nods and pours two more shots, setting them in front of you. “Thanks.”

“Y/n?” A voice distracts you before you can lift one of the vials to your lips.

You turn to see Natsuo, Shouto’s elder brother, leaning up against the bar beside you.

“Hey,” you smile politely, silently offering him one of the cups of poison before you. If you didn’t have to drink alone, you’d rather not. “How’s it going?”

“Can’t complain,” he grins, shrugging and toasting you as he takes the shot glass and you both toss them back. He makes a bitter face as he turns to you, an amused expression littering his features, “Whiskey, huh? You’re really not messing around tonight,” he chuckles, “Thanks for the drink. You here with someone?”

“Ha,” you scoff, shaking your head as the burn in your throat tapers off. “Nope. I’m only here, because drinking alone at home seemed a little too sad, even for me.”

“What’s goin’ on? You wanna talk about it?” His cheerful demeanor shifts and he pulls out the stool beside you to take a seat, furrowing his brow as he flashes you a concerned look. “I mean, I know we’re not exactly close, and, I don’t know, maybe this is weird, because I’m just your friend’s big brother, but, I mean,” he half shrugs, “I still care about you. I’ve missed seeing you around the house, ya know. Feels like it’s been a while.”

“Oh,” you pout, looking away from his kind eyes. His words have more of an effect on you than you would have thought they could. “I, uh. I’ve missed you guys too. And thank you for asking. I don’t know if..I mean,” you shrug heaving a heavy sigh. “I don’t know if Sho has mentioned anything, but I had a bit of a rough break up a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were with anyone,” his eyes are apologetic as he leans in closer, turning towards you to give you his undivided attention. “What happened?”

“He left me for someone else,” you gesture for another round, speaking matter-of-factly. “And today would have been our five year anniversary, so it’s been a bit of a day for me.”

“Five years?” He raises his eyebrows incredulously, “I can imagine today’s been rough on you. Where’s Sho though? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“Ah, that’s the kicker. We aren’t speaking,” you toss back another shot, realizing it might have been a mistake as your head begins to swim. “That’s why I haven’t been around. Sorry.”

“And here I was worried you were just avoiding me,” he jests, grinning at you with a boyish charm that you're powerless against, so you offer him a shy smile in return, giggling quietly. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m sure it’s his fault anyway. What’d he do?”

He rests his head on his rolled knuckles, smiling playfully as he looks to you.

“He was never very supportive of the relationship,” you half-lie. “Wasn’t exactly sympathetic to my situation when it ended.”

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry. Seems like his head is stuck a little too far up his own ass if he’s treating you that way,” he searches your sullen expression apologetically. “I’m here to listen though, if you wouldn’t mind a shoulder to cry on. Promise that I’m already on your side.”

“Thanks for that,” you shift your lips to the side, a wry smile lingering as you slide him the shot glass that remains before you. “Here. I think I need to be cut off. Otherwise I’ll really spill my guts to you and I’m not looking to embarrass myself tonight.”

“I don’t think you could,” he shakes his head, tossing back the shot. “You’re too cool to let that happen.”

“You think I’m cool?” You look at him skeptically.

“Yeah?” He squints, cocking an eyebrow, as if it should be obvious. “You’re a badass hero. Plus, I saw you kick Shouto’s ass at the festival, your last year of high school.”

“That was a long time ago,” you qualify, unsure of why you’re blushing so deeply as you sip your water. Must be the alcohol.

“You’re being modest. I think you could still take him.” He folds his arms together, leaning on them as he nudges you with his shoulder. “Because you really are a badass. I’m sorry whatever jackass you were with obviously couldn’t see that, but someone who’s worth it will someday.”

“I thought Fuyumi was the only sensitive Todoroki,” you glance over at him, unable to bear the eye contact for long, so you stare at your feet, fidgeting on the stool.

“I’ve picked up a few things,” he allows his gaze to linger on your heated cheeks before he pulls them away.

“Ya know what. Fuck it, you’re right,” you wave the bartender over. “You promise not to judge me if I embarrass myself? Because I’m telling you, it’s a very likely possibility.”

“I promise,” he nods. “So long as you keep my sensitivity a secret,” he winks and you laugh, shaking your head as you turn to the bartender to order a drink you can sip on.

And then the pair of you do just that: sip on your drinks, chatting about nothing and anything at all. It’s a bit strange, because you’ve never really gotten to talk with Natsuo like this. Your conversations were always limited to polite small talk or interactions that involved the rest of the family, like the weekly family dinners that you were often invited to.

He was funny and kind, charming even. His personality became more apparent to you as the evening drew on and you wondered how you’d never managed to see this side of him before.

You’d been a fixture around the Todoroki estate since you met Shouto when you transferred to UA for your senior year. It was obvious why you and Natsuo had never interacted much then, considering he was a college student and you were his kid brother’s “best friend”.

Maybe he’d just never looked at you beyond that, which would be understandable, seeing as you’d never viewed him as more than Shouto’s elder sibling.

At least, until right now. Again, you wanted to blame it on the booze, but the pressure building between your thighs was getting hard to ignore every time he leaned in a little closer. A smile highlighting the shine in his grey eyes, whiffs of his alluring cologne reaching your nostrils. It was hard to tell if you were dizzy due to his presence or the cocktail you were still working on.

Straw tucked between your lips, tongue pressed against the plastic as you stifled a laugh at his intentionally terrible joke. You pretended to miss the way his gaze lingered on your mouth, watching how you pinched the straw between your fingers, toying at it with your tongue.

He cleared his throat, absently spinning the pint glass in his hands before swallowing the rest of his beer.

“You’re pretty cool too, ya know,” you tilt your head, looking at him sideways when all of a sudden your brain feels much softer than it did just a moment ago.

“Oh yeah?” He laughs, pushing his glass away as he turns to you, his expression changing to one of tentative concern as you sway on the stool. “You all right there?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, but it’s too much motion for you, so you stop and close your eyes, but that only seems to make it worse. “I think I, uh, t-think I’ve ‘ad t’much,” you slur resting your head atop your forearms as you slump forward on the bar.

“Whoa, okay. Let’s get you out of here.” He stands, holding his arm out to you. “Think you can walk, if I help you?”

“Think so,” you mutter, trying to keep your eyes open as you stand and take a wobbly step forward as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“All right, we got this,” he assures you, stooping down so your arm can slip around his neck. He reaches his hand up to hold yours, ensuring your hold on him.

The fresh air of the warm, summer evening granted you little reprieve, but it did feel nice to be outside, away from the noisy patrons and too loud music of the bar. You hadn’t noticed how busy your surroundings were when the two of you were locked in conversation.

It felt like it did now, just the two of you, in a sort of bubble, all your own. Granted, it was far more enjoyable when he was so close to you, because he wanted to be, rather than because without him physically supporting you, you might fall over.

Natsuo didn’t mind though. He’d been in this state before and he wasn’t one to judge. You’d been through some shit recently; you deserved to get blackout drunk if you wanted to. He just wanted to make sure that you got home safe.

“Just gonna find your address, okay?” He slipped the small wristlet you carried off of your arm, looking to you for permission. “Unless you can tell me your address?”

“It’s uhm,” you pressed a hand to your face, pulling at your temple, trying to recall something that should be laughably simple, but you came up with nothing. “My IDs n’there.”

He nods and rifles through the small bag, locating your ID just behind your phone, “Got it. I don’t want you alone with anyone else in this state, so I’ll ride with you and make sure you get inside all right.”

The sense of authority in his voice gave you a pulse between your legs, one you suppressed by pressing them together.

“Yes, sir,” you murmured with a little too much intention and a soft giggle. Gasping, you pressed a hand over your lips when your mind caught up with your mouth. “‘M’sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shook his head, smiling at you as he chuckled quietly. “Nothing I haven’t heard before.” His tone was playful, but inside his body was screaming.

He’d been casually flirting with you all night, all the while wondering if that was even okay, but he reasoned it was harmless. You were both drinking. You’d just been through a break up and you were his brother’s closest friend. Which meant that you were off limits for a number of reasons, but his dick didn’t get the memo.

“I’m gonna call an Uber,” he pulls out his phone, actively seeking a distraction from how cute you looked with that blush creeping over your cheeks again.

The ride back wasn’t any easier on him. The alcohol in his system was plenty enough to give him a solid buzz, to relax him, but he was tense as ever with you pressed up against him, leaning against his shoulder. The sweet scent of your perfume wafting in his nose while your slow, quiet breaths filled his ears.

By the time he got you upstairs to your apartment, his normally cool skin felt like it was on fire, burning from the chemical reactions caused by the alcohol in his blood and your weight shifting against his body as he helped you to your door.

“Thank you, Natsuo,” you smiled as you leaned against the door, fumbling with you keys, seemingly unable to find the right one.

“Lemme help you,” he said gently, his fingertips brushing against yours as he took them.

He unlocked the door and helped you inside, setting your things down on the table by the door before he set you down on the couch.

“Are you gonna be okay?” He stands in front of you, kneeling down so that he‘s level with your gaze.

“Would you stay if I said no?” You bite your lip, reaching forward to touch his knee, slowly pushing your hand up his thigh and he pops up, putting his hands up as he takes a step back.

“I would, but I’d be sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh,” you look away embarrassed, pulling your hands into your lap. “I’m sorry, I, uhm,” you shake your head, laughing nervously, “I think I misread things. Told you I’d embarrass myself.”

He looks up, clenching his eyes shut as he curses himself silently before squatting back down to try and catch your eyes.

“Hey,” he reaches out to tap your ankle, smiling softly when you look up. “Look, you didn’t,” he pauses, letting out a nervous breath, “you didn’t misread anything. But, aside from the fact that you’re more than a little tipsy, I’m also the slightest bit concerned that Shouto might just roast me.”

You scoff, “I don’t think you have to be worried about that, but I see your point about the other thing,” you admit, smiling lopsidedly. “I’m really sorry for being so forward. I’m not usually..like this.”

“You’re fine,” he reassures you, offering his hand. “C’mon. I’ll help you to your room and then I’ll take the couch, okay?”

You nod and take his hand, smiling shyly as he pulls you to your feet, a hand resting on your waist to steady you as your faces nearly collide.

“Sure you wanna take the couch?” You jest, grasping his shirt to find your balance. “I mean, if you really think I can take him, I don’t think you have much to worry about there.”

You laugh quietly, stumbling towards your room as he follows close behind you, groaning as he chews on his lip.

“You’re very funny,” he says dryly, slipping his arm around your waist as he walks you into your room.

“I’ve been told,” you sit down on the bed, grinning up at him. “Thank you again, Natsu. I’m sorry for hitting on you,” you both laugh. “I appreciate you making sure I got back okay.”

“Anytime, Y/n.” He takes a step back, grabbing the door handle as he backs out of the room, smiling softly. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You watch as he slowly pulls the door shut, not seeing the way he closes his eyes and sighs under his breath.

In the morning, you stroll out of your room to find Natsuo in the kitchen, leaning into your fridge.

“Good morning,” you mutter groggily and he shuts the door, turning to face you with a smile.

“Good morning. I got good news and bad news.”

“Okay,” you shoot him a confused expression. Good news first, I guess.”

“Good news, you do have aspirin and there’s some on the counter for you,” he nods to the glass of water and pills on the kitchen countertop. “Bad news, you’re outta eggs and pretty much all other AM food, so I can’t make you breakfast like I wanted to.”

You blush, staring at the space between your feet, “You really don’t have to do anything like that. I was an ass last night,” you face burns as you recall your actions. “I’m sorry about that, again.”

“About that,” he nods once, sauntering closer to you, leaning against the kitchen counter. “How about we just..start over? A reset from last night.”

You glance up, nodding thoughtfully, “Okay. I’d like that.”

“Great,” he grins, standing up straight as he lightly raps the counter. “How about we start by you letting me take you out for breakfast?”

“I’d like that,” you smile, resting your hand beside his on the countertop.

///

It had been a little over a month since you’d hit the reset button and things were going well. You’d been on a few dates, skirting around the topic of what Shouto might think, though both of you avoided that topic for different reasons.

You hadn’t heard from him, but you did see the announcement of his engagement in a tabloid. She was pretty. Came from a wealthy family, old money. You had to assume that the connections that came with that were why Enji had arranged the whole thing. Her quirk was impressive, sure, but Shouto had two quirks already. I mean, shit, was the goal to hit a triple with one of his grandkids?

Besides the point. Shouto was really going through with it, so you had no choice but to move on. Did you have to move on with his brother? No. Would that come back to bite you in the ass? Maybe.

But you weren’t spending all this time with Natsuo to spite him. That wouldn’t be fair to Natsu and he didn’t deserve to suffer because you wanted to get back at his brother.

No, you genuinely enjoyed your time with him. He was always so caring and affectionate. Always trying to make you laugh. Asking when he could see you next, swearing dramatically that he just might not be able to make it until then. He was never worried about whether or not someone would see you standing too close to one another. He wasn’t apprehensive about holding your hand in public, in case paparazzi caught you and decided to run a story. Being with him was just..easy.

He respected that you were fresh out of a long term relationship, so things were moving slowly. Most of your time together was spent in coffee shops, milling around town, or out to dinner. You hadn’t had any time alone and in private together, part of the strategy of taking things slow.

Which is why, tonight, you had insisted on having him over, so you could make him a home cooked meal in your apartment to celebrate his birthday.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help in here? I’m a decent cook, I swear.” Natsuo smiles as he enters the kitchen.

“No! I’m not letting you lift a finger on your birthday. Just lemme do this for you,” you press your hands to his chest, smiling sweetly up at him, your arms crossing behind his neck. “Please?”

“Fine,” his hands find your waist as he leans in, his heart jumping at the way you blush just before his lips meld with yours. “Can I at least stay and supervise?” He chuckles, fingers outstretched, lingering on your waist for as long as he can manage as you pull away from him.

“I suppose,” you sigh, feigning exasperation as you wrangle the ingredients. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t always use my hands to pick up the knives.” You wave a hand toward your knife block, activating your quirk to coax a knife towards the counter.

“Noted,” he nods, “I’ll keep an eye out. And hey, if you need anything flash frozen, I’m your guy.”

“Noted,” you laugh, turning your attention to the vegetables before you on the chopping block. “Oh, better turn the oven on before I forget.” You remind yourself, slipping past him in the narrow passage between the counter and the island, purposely pressing your ass back against him.

You feel a sense of satisfaction when he reacts, inhaling sharply as he grips the underside of the countertop behind him.

“Oops, sorry,” you stop where you stand, caught between him and the counter in front of you. You look back at him over your shoulder with a seductive smile, bending over to lean against the counter. “Didn’t realize it would be such a tight squeeze,”

“You’re terrible,” he groans, leaning forward to place his hands on the outside of yours, caging you in as he whispers in your ear. “And I fucking love it.”

You whine softly, feeling the bulge in his pants rock against your behind. “Natsu,” your hips roll in rhythm with his, your back arching as you reach back to push your fingers into hair, turning your head to breathe into his ear. “I’m tired of waiting. Need you so bad.”

He grunts, a low, gruff sound emanating from his chest as you’re spun around, back pressed to the counter. His lips take yours hostage and it’s all passion, weeks worth of stored up sexual tension finally being released.

“Bedroom,” he manages to utter, lips still moving against yours, unable to find the will to pull away until you do it for him.

Hand in hand, you tug him toward the bedroom, lips crashing into his again as you pull up beside the bed, fumbling with his belt while he sheds his shirt.

He slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders and you quickly work the rest of it down, leaving you in the light blue set of lingerie that you’d worn for this momentous event.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he lets his eyes roam, taking in every inch of your body while you’re busy dropping his trousers.

You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking slowly as you lean in to kiss him again, smiling proudly as he moans into your mouth, “And you’re so fucking hot,” you sigh, taking a step back towards the bed as his fingers hook into your panties, slipping them down your thighs.

He walks you towards the bed, laying you down as he clambers over you, his cock pressing against your thigh, precum sliding against your skin. You lean forward, making quick work of your bra, a wanton moan is pulled from your throat as he kisses and sucks at your neck. Cool lips soothing the heat boiling your blood as you raise your hips off the bed impatiently, “Natsu,” you mewl softly.

He pulls back, looking down at you with soft eyes as he searches your features. His hand cups your face, thumb on your cheek while his fingers push into your hair and he kisses you deeply. Kisses you like he’s never going to get the chance again. It’s slow, sensual, and sweet. He rests his forehead against yours to catch his breath, the thick head of his cock pressing against your wetness, a sharp gasp in his ears as he pushes inside, followed by a long, satisfied moan when he sheathes his entire length, stilling inside you.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, tilting his head back as he thrusts slowly. “You feel so good, baby.”

His hand slides up your forearm, interlacing your fingers with his, another hand slides beneath you, wrapping around your waist as he slowly begins rolling his hips, letting you feel every vein and ridge along his cock as it glides within your walls while his grey eyes bore into yours.

It’s not the aggressive, lust-driven fuck that you were expecting. It’s a slow, sensuous tango. One that would be more accurately described as love-making than fucking.

No further words are exchanged. The only noises traded are the soft moans you’re exhaling, met by the occasional groan between his labored breaths. That is, until you’re gasping, tossing your head back, eyes shut tight while your nails sink into the flesh of his shoulder. You hadn’t even realized how close you’d gotten until you were here.

“Natsu, oh fuck, I’m think I’m gonna—oh God,” you cling to him, falling apart in airy, broken moans and he grunts in response, his hips moving faster as he buries his face in your neck, littering it with kisses.

“Shit,” he mutters, breaking away and trying to pull out as he feels himself getting too close to the edge, but you stop him, squeezing your thighs together to keep him inside.

“On the pill, s’okay,” you pant, loosening your grip on his shoulder to pull back and cup his face, pulling him into a kiss. “I promise.” You speak against his lips, a soft plea that nearly destroys him, “Cum inside me, please, Natsuo..”

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs, tightening his arm around your waist, his other hand pushing into your hair, cradling your head as he kisses you deeply.

His hips stutter, falling into an uneven rhythm while his forehead comes to rest against yours. He falls silent as he explodes inside of you, pouring his essence inside of you in thick ropes as his voice catches up with him, a low, rumbling cry rising from deep in his chest as his balls finally empty.

Collapsing beside you, his eyes are too weak to open, the intensity of his orgasm still weighing them down as he pulls you closer to him. You roll onto your side towards him, resting your arm on top of his chest, where he finds your hand and takes it in his, bringing your palm to his lips.

It’s a moment that you wish you could bottle up and save for a rainy day, so that you could relive it over and over again. Basking in the afterglow, electricity passing between you with each gentle caress that you share with one another in the quiet room.

It’s silent, but not uncomfortably so. There’s an indiscernible buzz in the air. A feeling of tension, but not one that threatens the moment. It’s that exciting brand of tension that you feel in the build up to a reunion with a best friend who you can’t wait to trade gossip with. The tension you feel in the pit of your stomach before you crest over the peak of the highest point on a rollercoaster. It’s something that you’ve both been waiting for, a little scary and a lot exciting.

He wants to take the plunge and catapult down that steep hill, but doesn’t want to scare you off, lest your newly inflicted fear of heights catch up with you. He wants you to know how he feels, desperately. But even if you hadn’t suffered a bad break-up only a couple of months ago, he knew that a confession like that after just six weeks of dating was liable to scare just about anyone off. So, he compromises on his commitment to tell you his true feelings.

“I really like you, Y/n,” he smiles softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as he rubs your back. “Like, really like you.” He chuckles quietly. “You can’t possibly know how much.”

“I think that I might,” you whisper as you smile against his collarbone, planting a kiss to his cool skin. “I’m still a little hesitant about letting myself like someone too much.” You draw absent circles against his chest, closing your eyes as you listen to the pounding of his heart. “But I really like you too, Natsuo. More than I probably should right now.”

You can both feel his heart thrumming a bit harder as an elated grin graces his lips.

“I promise I won’t make you regret that,” he says softly, tucking a finger beneath your chin to guide your eyes toward his. “Would you like to come with me to family dinner this week? Everyone’s dying to meet the mystery woman I keep gushing about.”

“You want to tell them?” You ask, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him.

“Of course I do,” he squeezes your hand gently. “I can’t wait to show you off, baby. I wanna tell the whole damn world that you’re mine.”

A blush creeps across your face while apprehension prods at your insides. You knew this was bound to happen. If you wanted to be with Natsuo, you’d have to face Shouto eventually. Everything was still so new and uncertain, but the look on his face told you that this would mean a lot to him. You couldn’t worry about Sho anymore. He wasn’t yours to worry about. Natsuo was.

“Okay,” you nod, “If you’re ready, I’d love to.”

“Thank you,” he smiles softly, cupping your face in his hand to bring your lips to his. His other arm wraps around you as you kiss him back, bringing you flush against his chest, so that you’re laying atop him. “You, uh, you’re really good at that, by the way.” He chuckles, running his fingers along your spine.

You bury your face into his chest, shaking your head as quiet laughter bounces against his skin, “Thanks,” you pause, tapping your fingers along his chest. “That makes me feel better. I was a little nervous, actually. I’ve never, uhm. I mean, I’ve only ever been with one other person.”

“I was just as nervous as you, I promise.” He reassures you, placing a cool hand to the dip in your spine as he kisses the top of your head. “I thought that you were out of my league before. Now I know.” You can feel his smile against your scalp as he smoothes your hair.

“Shut up,” you giggle, gently pressing on his toned pecs. “I’ve got another confession that might make you feel better. You wanna hear it?”

“Let me have it, angel.”

“I’ve never—how do I phrase it? Uh, I’ve never actually gotten off just by penetration? I hardly know any women who have. I thought it was a myth, but I mean you,” you blow a breath of air between pursed lips. “You, sir, are apparently a thing of myth.”

“Really?” He cranes his neck to look down at you, a look of pride radiating through his features.

“Really,” you smile back. “Although..” your smile turns mischievous as your hand trails lower on his torso, your fingers walking along his abdomen. “Could have been a fluke, I guess.” Your eyes move to study his face, a daring sense of playfulness evident behind them.

“Is that right?” He smiles, indulging you as he sits up, flipping you onto your back and propping himself up over your, a strong arm on either side of your head. “Surely, there’s a way to find out if it was just a fluke or not,” he rocks his stiffening cock against your thigh, still slick with the mixture of both of your release. “Right?”

“I s’pose we could try again,” you grin, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. “For science,” you shrug, running your hands along his sides until they hold his hips.

“For science,” he agrees, his lips capturing yours once more as you guide him inside you.

You clench around him, swallowing the groan that passes from his lips before you gasp, your mouth hanging open as your brows knit together once he starts moving in earnest.

The second go round is even smoother. With most of the jitters out of the way, he’s got a different confidence about him. He slides both hands beneath you, lifting you off the bed just enough to find the perfect angle.

“Natsu,” you whine, already feeling that delicious sensation brewing in your core. “Please,” you reach out, fingertips brushing against his shoulders, falling away as you just can’t reach.

He pushes his hands further beneath you, pressing his palms flat against your back as he brings you into his lap while he assumes a kneeling position.

Your arms encircle his neck, your forehead coming to rest against his. It’s hard to even keep your eyes open, the stimulation of his cock assaulting your womb at this angle is too much for you to take in anything else. You’re melting in his arms, you’re on top now, but certainly not in control as he guides you up and down on his length as it stretches you out, threatening to split you apart.

“Love you,” you murmur, soft and desperate, but loud enough for him to hear with your forehead still flush with his.

You can see the surprise in his eyes and you double down, fully committing to your last confession of the evening. One that you had zero intention of making until he made you feel this way; like you might die if you couldn’t ever be this close to him again.

“I love you, Natsuo,” you repeat between ragged breaths, your fingers interlaced behind his neck as you lift your head to search his eyes, to let him see that you mean it.

“I love you too,” he chortles, the last bit of disbelief exiting his lips in a pant. “I love you, Y/n,” he cards his fingers through your hair, holding the back of your head in his hand as he kisses you deeply and hungrily. The peaks of both of your orgasms cresting as you try to get impossibly closer to one another, your bodies moving in tandem as waves of pleasure roll through them.

Neither of you are sure how much time has passed by the time you’ve both caught your breath. You’re both laying on your side, all your limbs tangled and clinging to one another, heartbeats thumping back and forth. You’ve said all you needed to say, so the little touches suffice. Careful hands idly studying one another in the dim light of the bedroom while you trade soft smiles and lingering glances. And for the first time in a long time, you feel whole again.

///

Sunday arrives much too quickly for your liking. Before you know it, you’re staring down the front door of the Todoroki family home and the pit in your stomach is begging you to turn back.

It’s been nearly 3 months since you’ve seen Shouto. You’d have to face not only him, but his bride-to-be. The thought made you sick to your stomach. There was a lot of potential for all of this to go sideways.

But as you drew closer to the door, Natsuo looked over and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You ready?” He smiled and all your worries seemed to disappear. You remembered the reason why you were here. Why things were different now.

You nodded, slipping your other hand around his forearm as the two of you entered the door.

“We’re here,” Natsuo called as the two of you exchanged your shoes for slippers before continuing into the home.

“Finally!” You smiled upon recognizing Fuyumi’s sweet voice from the other room. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it to—Y/n?” She blinked, staring at the junction of you and Natsuo’s hands. “Oh—oh my God, wait, really? Mom!”

Fuyumi called out, hurrying down the hallway to wrap you into a hug, which you gladly returned.

“Did you say Y/n was here?” Rei stepped out of the dining room, her eyes growing wider as they fell on you. “Oh my goodness, darling, it’s so good to see you,” she smiled warmly, collecting you into her arms as Fuyumi released you.

“It’s so good to see you too,” you hugged her tight. “I’ve missed you guys.”

“Where have you been? And when did this happen? Why didn’t I know about it?” Fuyumi gestured between you and Natsuo as you rejoin hands.

“Wait, are you the one he insisted he couldn’t tell us about?” Rei brought a hand to her lips, smiling excitedly.

“Now you see why. Sis would have asked a million questions,” Natsuo chuckled while Fuyumi rolled her eyes.

“Questions that I would like answers to! How long? This isn’t a prank, right? Because, honestly, he could never do better than you. Please tell me this is real.” Fuyumi placed her hand on your arm, stepping to your other side.

When she came closer, you could see Shouto stepping out of the dining room. The briefest of flames alighting the hair on his left side as he took in the scene before him.

“It’s real,” you pointedly ignored him, smiling at Fuyumi. “Been almost a couple months now, so not long. We didn’t wanna say anything until we were sure it would stick,” you laugh as Enji and Tame appear in the hallway beside Shouto.

“Well, I certainly hope it does. I think it will,” Rei smiled fondly, looking between the two of you. “You look so happy together. I’ve always thought that you would make sense as a couple.”

Shouto turned to re-enter the dining room, but Fuyumi remembered her manners before he had the chance.

“Oh! It’s been so long, I almost forgot. Have you had a chance to meet Tame yet?” She took a step back to wave over Shouto and the pretty woman beside him.

“No, I haven’t,” you smiled and bowed politely and Tame did the same as she came close. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she smiles brightly, “I almost didn’t believe Shouto when he said that he knew y/hero/n personally.”

“Ah, call me y/n, please. I feel so awful that I haven’t had the chance to meet you sooner, but I’m so glad that we have tonight to get to know each other better.” You put on your best smile, finding it easier than you thought it might be in her presence. She seemed like a genuinely kind person, so at least there was that.

“I am too,” she nods, “Shouto told me how busy you’ve been recently. I completely understand, but I’m glad we’ve finally gotten the chance to meet.”

“Oh, is that why you haven’t seen each other, bro? She’s been too busy for you?” Natsuo smiles sardonically and catches a gentle elbow in the side from you as you laugh it off, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I have been busy with the new agency location,” you lie, grateful as ever when Enji interjects.

“I recall Shouto mentioning that a while ago, I hope you’ve left plenty of room to grow at the new office.” He nods, “You’re about to crack into the top 10, aren’t you? That’s impressive, especially considering your age.”

“Getting close,” you smile politely, “But I don’t wanna talk shop while I’m here. There’s so much catching up to do.” You smile at Tame, “And I’d love to have a chance to talk with you.”

“Well, dinner’s nearly finished, but we could still use some help in the kitchen. We can take a little time, c’mon girls.” Rei smiles, leading the way down the hall.

You move to follow and look back as Natsuo catches your hand, smiling and tugging you back to pull you into a chaste kiss before he lets you go, smiling like a fool as he watches you walk down the hallway, oblivious to the daggers Shouto is glaring in his direction.

///

Dinner wasn’t nearly as awkward as it had the potential to be. At least, not for you. You’d spent the meal catching up with everyone around the table, though Shouto was noticeably even more quiet than usual.

He’d missed most of the conversation. After hearing Natsuo’s retelling of how he’d gotten so lucky as to be ‘in the right place at the right time’ to find you in the bar that night, he couldn’t bother to pay attention to anything else. He was ruminating, wondering how you could have possibly thought that this was a good idea. Were you just trying to hurt him? To make him jealous enough to break off his engagement? If so, it was working, because he’d already considered that idea several times this evening.

Just seeing your face again was too much for him. He knew he had to cut off all contact when he left, otherwise he’d crumble. He was fully prepared to avoid you until the day he died to circumvent the pain of knowing he couldn’t just grab you and pull you close to him like he so desperately wanted to. But here you were, laughing and hanging off of his brother’s shoulder, hand intertwined with his under the table as you shared a laugh with his family as if they were your own.

Because they were. You’d been such a presence in the Todoroki family home for so long and that was entirely his doing. How had he ever intended to explain your absence indefinitely? He would’ve eventually had to stop relying on the ‘she’s just been so busy’ excuse. None of that mattered now though. Here you were again.

He lingers behind in the dining room, idly standing aside as he watches Fuyumi gather the last of the dishes to carry to the kitchen. She passes you on her way out, explaining she’d grabbed everything that was left as she went about her way.

“Can we talk?” Shouto utters before you can leave the doorway, a rushed and clumsy inquiry.

You pause to consider, looking down the hall at Natsuo excitedly speaking with Rei while Tame nodded through a conversation with Enji. With a soft sigh, you step into the room, pulling the door shut behind you as you cross your arms.

“About what? I’ve said everything I needed to say to you.”

“About the fact that you’re fucking my brother? You didn’t care to mention that was part of your plan,” he spits, a scowl on his face that you recognized, but had never seen aimed your way before.

“My plan?” You scoff, looking anywhere but at him to search for where he might have found the audacity to accuse you of such a thing. “You can fuck right off. I’m not dealing with this.” With a dismissive wave over your shoulder, you turn around to open the door, but he crosses the room in an instant, catching your wrist to spin you around.

“Why then? Why him?” His voice is shaking, like the last leaf clinging to a barren branch on a blustery day. “Why did you have to come here to throw it in my face?”

“How can you even ask me that question?” You search his eyes, trying to ignore the way that the tears brewing in them pulls at your heart. “Half a decade with you and your family still thinks that we’ve never been more than friends. Not even two months in, he couldn’t wait to tell everyone. That’s why I’m fucking here and that’s why I’m glad you finally let go. You were never going to be honest with your father.” The rage in your blood physically manifests as hot, angry tears slipping from your eyes. “You were never going to be mine, not completely. I let you put it off at every turn, like an idiot. Let you make me feel like some huge burden, because we both knew what was coming. Knew it would be bad if you ever came clean, especially after so long.” You shirk his hand from your wrist and step towards him, curling your fist as he takes a step back. “You never loved me. Not the way that you should have.” He blinks, swaying forward to reach out to you and then back again, looking dumbstruck.

“Do you--do you love him?” He asks as if it’s an impossibility and you don’t know how else to respond, other than with the truth.

“Yes,” you respond in stark contrast to his tone, as if it’s obvious.

As if he should feel fucking stupid for asking, because he should. How could you not love Natsuo? He was giving you everything that you’d always wanted from Sho that he never gave. That he was obviously never going to and yet here he was, accusing you of trying to make him jealous? For what? Why would you want someone who didn’t want you just as much?

The tears fall faster as the question crosses your mind, because it’s not like you could deny how much you still love the man in front of you, despite the pain he’s caused. Despite the fact that you’ve moved on after thinking that you’d never be able to manage it. Natsuo had picked you up and painstakingly pieced you back together in such a short amount of time with the sheer intensity of the way he loved you. Not putting Shouto in his place would feel like a betrayal of that.

“So no, my plan wasn’t to come here and throw anything in your face. I’m not here for you anymore. I’m here for Natsuo and if you’re upset about that, then you have no one to blame but yourself.” You shrug, drying your eyes and expelling an exasperated breath. “My plan was always you,” you pause, studying the man who you’d always thought that you’d spend your life with. Finally seeing, finally accepting that the future you’d imagined with him was never going to happen. “But plans can change.”

You smile sadly and turn away, unable to bear the way that he’s looking at you, like you’d stabbed him in the chest. You move to leave, but he can’t let that happen yet.

“Please come back to me,” the shake in his voice is so intense it sends a shiver up your spine and you freeze. “Please, I’ll do anything, I--,”

“You won’t,” you shake your head, staring at the door in front of you as your voice drops to a whisper. “You and I both know that you won’t. I finally have someone who will.” You swallow, “If you ever loved me, please just let me have that.”

He doesn’t respond and you can’t bring yourself to look back anymore, so you exit, leaving him to pick up the pieces that he broke in the first place.

///

“You wanna watch another?” Natsuo smiles down at you. You’re laying on his chest, snugly nestled between his legs, clinging to him on the couch beneath a cozy blanket while he rubs your back. Your new favorite place in the world. The credits are rolling on the last film you watched and your eyes are beginning to feel the weight of the day.

“Mm, I would love to, but I should probably get home. I have an early patrol tomorrow and an afternoon full of meetings.”

You push yourself up, maneuvering yourself to sit back on the other side of the couch and you catch him staring at you, a soft grin on his face that makes you blush.

“What?” You laugh, lifting a hand to the cheek that was squished against his abdomen. “Do I have a mark on my face or something?”

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Another laugh leaves your lips, one that sounds noticeably more incredulous. It’d only been four months and he had a food sense of humor. Surely, he’s kidding, you think, but his lovestruck expression doesn’t falter. “Are you--you mean that?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, reaching forward to grab your hands and pull you into his lap to hold you. “You wouldn’t have to leave me if you were already home,” he lifts a finger to your nose, brushing the pad of his finger against the tip. “I hate watching you leave. If I only ever had to do it when you went to work,” he shrugs, “I could live with that. But saying goodbye to you instead of just saying goodnight? It’s killing me.” He lifts his palm to your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb while his grey eyes bore into you, melting you in his grasp like they always do. “Whaddya say, baby?”

“Okay,” you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. “I’d love to. If you’re sure you can spare the closet space,” you giggle, hugging him around his neck while he chuckles in your ear.

“If I gotta downsize to two outfits to get you in here, I’ll do it.” He squeezes you tight, feeling his heart swell with unbridled joy. “Will you stay here tonight?” He pulls away, utilizing that gaze that you can’t refuse. “I promise I’ll get up early to make sure you’re up in time to leave.” “All right,” you whisper, catching his cheek to seal the agreement with another kiss.

The next morning, you’re in the kitchen preparing coffee when the doorbell rings.

“Can you get that, babe? I ordered us some breakfast. Thought we could eat before you have to get going,” Natsuo calls from the bedroom, rummaging through his underwear drawer.

He’s about as dressed as you are, which is to say not at all. You nod and snatch his shirt and boxers from the night before, having been abandoned on the sofa when the two of you decided to properly celebrate the new milestone in your relationship. Slipping into them is easy enough as you head for the door and pull it open to find unamused heterochromatic eyes staring back at you.

“Ah, you’re not the delivery guy,” you sigh and he echoes the sound as you step away to let him inside.

“Not exactly, but I do have something for Natsuo. I’m not planning on staying. Looks like you’re busy,” his eyes travel the length of your body, lingering on the outline of your hardened nipples as they press against the thin material of the t-shirt before he looks away. “Oh, don’t worry, you didn’t interrupt anything,” you smile sardonically, crossing your arms to cover your chest. “He came so hard last night, I don’t think we could do it again this morning if we tried.”

“Great,” he smiles with contempt. “You miss having someone with hero stamina around yet, sweetheart? I know how bitchy you get when you’re left unsatisfied.”

“Okay,” you roll your eyes. “Outta your system? Because he’s coming.”

“I thought you said he couldn’t this morning?” He cocks a provocative brow, letting it fall off his face as Natsuo comes up behind you and you set your jaw, putting on your best smile.

“Hey, bro, she tell you the good news?” Natsuo snakes his arm around your waist and you don’t miss the way the vein in Shouto’s neck tenses.

“What good news?” He looks between you, his tone even, but his mind racing, frantically flying through the worst case scenarios, at least, for him. Had he proposed? That would be rash, but he wouldn't be surprised at this point. Were you--were you pregnant? Oh God, he didn’t even know what he would do if he had to witness that. Children were such a permanent link to someone, he’d never stand a chance at winning you back. A sweat broke out on his forehead as his thoughts went into a tailspin.

“We’re moving in together,” you press your hand to Natsuo’s chest, smiling softly at up him as he held you closer.

“Oh,” he nods, smiling politely. “Congrats. I, uhm, I don’t have much time to stop and chat. I’ve got a lot of wedding planning to handle today. Just wanted to drop this off.” He hands Natsuo a parcel. “Shoes you ordered went to Mom and Dad’s. Told Mom I’d get ‘em to you, since I’d be in the neighborhood.”

“Oh, thanks, man.” He takes the package and moves to set it aside while Shouto takes a step back, giving a quick wave.

“No problem. Sorry I can’t stay, congrats again.”

“No worries, we’ll see you soon. Take care, bro.” Natsuo joins you in waving him off as he nods and continues away from the door, heaving a sigh of relief once he’s out of earshot.

///

“Oh, I think I see one more back there,” Natsuo is seated criss-cross on the floor near the Christmas tree, pointing to a small, ribbon-bound box tucked up against the base of it. “Would you mind grabbing it, babe?”

You’re seated closest to the tree, leaning forward to spy the package beneath the pine branches. The whole family is present, celebrating Christmas Day at the family cabin. You and Natsuo had opted to spend the holidays with your family the previous year, so this was your first holiday trip with the Todorokis. Fuyumi sat on the other side of the tree, leaning against the side of the couch where her parents sat, while Shouto and a pregnant Tame sat on the other sofa.

There was wrapping paper everywhere, all the gifts except for the one you’re reaching for having been opened already in the cool, winter morning as all of you gathered gleefully in your pjs.

“Whoever snuck this back there did a good job making it nearly unreachable,” you laugh, opting to coax the object into your grasp with your quirk rather than continue straining to slip your arm far enough beneath the tree to grab it.

“Who’s it for?” Fuyumi asks as you come to kneel and hold it in your palm, pulling your attention to her while Natsuo quietly readjusts to get one on knee behind you.

“Me,” you glance at the box, seeing the small tag attached to the ribbon. “Doesn’t say who from though.”

“Open it,” she persists as you sit back into crossed legs and oblige.

The ribbon falls away with a soft tug, allowing you to lift the lid off to find that the box is empty.

“Sorry, I wanted the chance to do this part myself, ” Natsuo chuckles softly, popping open the little black box in his hand, revealing the most gorgeous ring that you’ve ever seen within it. “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

You’re stunned speechless, the room silent as everyone looks on, most of them excited, a single individual decidedly less than thrilled, but still holding his breath.

“Natsu,” the waterworks begin as you frantically nod, fanning your face as you reach for him. “Of course I will,” you throw your arms around his neck and he folds his strong arms around you, smiling wide as he kisses from your temple to the top of your head while the rest of the family claps and cheers.

“I love you so much, baby,” he pulls away to cup your face, smiling at you like you hold the whole world in your eyes before kissing you hard with his other hand still pressed to your back.

The rest of the day passed in a daze for the two of you, all loving touches and thoughtful smiles while you spent some quality time with the family. You’d only been apart briefly when Fuyumi and Tame had managed to pull you away from him long enough to gush with you about what you thought you might want the wedding to look like.

Natsuo took the opportunity to sit beside Shouto, clapping his hand atop his shoulder as he did so, “You’ll be my best man, right?” He grins over at his younger brother and Shouto manages to put on a genuine smile in return.

“Yeah, of course. Congratulations, again. She’s, uh,” Shouto pauses to look at you, laughing with his wife. “She’s pretty great. Just don’t screw this up, okay? I already think she deserves better, don’t prove it to me.” He laughs and places an arm behind his elder brother, clapping his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess I never really asked how you felt about any of this, huh?” Natsuo gave an apologetic smile as they both dropped their arms away. “Sorry about that. I guess I was a little upset over whatever was going on between you two at the time, but that wasn’t any of my business. I’m just glad that you guys are good now.” He smiles from Shouto to you, “I’m really glad that you brought her into my life. I don’t know what I would do without her, man.”

“Hopefully you never have to know,” he smiles lopsidedly, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder once more. “I’m glad that it’s you she ended up with.”

“Thanks,” he laughs, nodding as he folds his hands in front of him. “She doesn’t ever say much about her ex, but if you didn’t like him, I’m sure he couldn’t’ve been the best to her.”

“He wasn’t,” he smiles sadly, feeling his heart decaying in his chest as the heavy words fall from his tongue. “But thankfully she has you now. I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, bro,” he nudges him with his elbow. “C’mon, let’s get a drink to celebrate. I’m finally getting hitched and you’re gonna be a dad. The unthinkable has happened,” he chuckles, slapping Shouto’s knee as he stands.

“Ha, yeah. A drink sounds great,” he nods, standing to follow him to the kitchen.

///

That evening, Shouto wakes and glances over at the clock. 2:33 AM and he’s unsure of what’s awoken him, so he turns over and tries to fall back to sleep, staring at the back of Tame’s head when a noise perks up his ears.

He carefully slips out of bed to search for the source, drawing nearer to the wall that their room shared with you and Natsuo’s. He can hear noises that he can’t quite distinguish, but he’s almost certain that it’s probably for the best. Still, he waits, holding his breath to listen more closely. He hears you moan clearly and he tenses, his cock stirring in his pants almost immediately as he sighs.

He can just go back to bed, pretend he heard nothing and ignore the sounds coming from the other room, drown them out anyway that he can, but he doesn’t. He leans in, pressing his ear the thin wall.

“Natsu,” you mewl, back arched off the bed while his cock slowly glides in and out of you. “Feels so good,” you sigh, pushing your hands into his hair to bring him closer, so that you can kiss him. “‘S’ so fucking good, baby.”

Shouto winces, as the name leaves your lips, his jaw tightening as he tries to will the blood rushing to his cock to leave him be.

“Yeah? You want more, baby?” Natsuo murmurs against your lips, smiling as he slips his arms beneath your thighs, picking you up off the bed with ease as you let out a quiet yelp and cling to him in your surprise. “Or should I say, Mrs. Todoroki?”

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” you bite your lip, leaning your head back on the wall that he places you against as he thrusts his cock back inside you.

Shouto can feel the gentle thud of your spine hitting the wall just on the other side from where his ear is pressed. He’s torturing himself, he knows he should pick up his feet and move, but again he doesn’t. He slips his hand into his boxers, stroking his length as the angelic sounds of your moans carry through the wall again.

“I like the sounds you’re making,” Natsuo buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing fervently while his hips move faster. Your eyes roll back as you cling to his shoulders, biting your lip to try and suppress the wanton sounds that you can barely control any longer.

Shouto balls his fist, pressing it flush to the wall while a silent sob leaves his chest. Tears are drifting down his cheeks while his other hand continues pumping his cock, quickly seeing him towards his release while his ear remains pressed tight to the wall.

He can hear everything, the way you’re chanting Natsuo’s name, the lewd, squelching noises coming from between your joined bodies, coupled with the slapping sound of skin on skin. He can feel each thrust that you accept, the sensation rippling through the wooden wall while he furiously pumps his length.

He’s so close and so ashamed, wetness still streaming down his face as he shuts his eyes tight and tries to replace Natsuo’s name with his own. If he tries, he can see you the way that he had countless times before. Face red, eyes rolling back, chest heaving as you fell apart in a beautiful display or carnal desire. He can picture it so clearly as he hears you doing exactly that just inches away from where he’s painting the wall before him white with his own release.

He hangs his head, pressing his forehead to the wall as he chokes on another sob, careful not to make any noise while another wave of tears breaks through.

“I love you,” Natsuo pants in your ear, kissing your shoulder while you breathlessly respond and Shouto dare to selfishly pretend that you’re speaking the words to him.

“I love you too.”

///

It’s the night before your wedding. The good sort of anxiety is keeping you awake, like a kid on Christmas Eve. You’re up on the couch, trying to sleep, thinking of what tomorrow will bring and wondering if Natsuo is lying awake in his parents house as anxious as you are.

The knock at the door startles you. You stand and cross to the door, looking through the peephole before you throw the door open.

“What are you doing here?” You stare at Shouto, eyes as red as the left side of his hair as he blinks at you.

“Please, don’t go through with this.” He begs, leaning in the doorway, taking a step inside. “Please,” he reaches for you and you step back, pushing him away and he looks wounded. “I still love you. I’ve never stopped, not for a moment. I can fix this, I ca--,”

“Stop,” you say firmly, holding out a hand to his chest as he tries to step closer once again. “Just stop, Sho.” You shake your head in disbelief, gently pressing both hands to his chest. “You have to let this go. It’s not healthy. You have not only a wife, but a baby at home now and I’m marrying your brother in less than 12 hours. This has to stop..”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he swallows, sniffling as he places his hands over yours.

“It does,” you protest sadly, pushing him towards the door as tears well in your eyes. “Sho, this is over. It’s been over. Let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he shakes his head, a bitter smile on his face as his own tears start to fall. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that. Please, Y/n. It’s not too late, just don’t,” he swallows a sob, his voice strained with emotion. “Don’t marry him. It should be me, I should’ve been honest with you, just let me explain, plea--,”

“No!” You cry, shoving him back out the door, tears falling freely now. “Stop! This is the last time I’m going to do this. Stop this, please. Can’t you see that how much I love him? Can’t you see that I don’t love you anymore?”

“You--you can’t mean that,” he sobs, stepping towards the entryway again as you slowly swing the door shut.

“I do,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Goodbye, Sho. Go home.”

The door clicks shut and you jump as his fist hits it, his disconsolate cries drifting through the door as you lock it.

“I know you can hear me,” he sniffs, pressing his palm flat to the door. “I know you’re right there. You’re always right fucking there. Close enough for me to touch and still too far for me to hold.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “I love you, Y/n. I will always love you.” He presses his forehead to the door as you do the same from the other side, eyes clenched tight to try and stop the tears that won’t stop falling. “Please don’t forget that.”

Despite the unexpected events of the previous evening, your wedding day is glorious. Everyone in attendance is happy and eager to celebrate with you and Natsuo. Even Shouto seems to be remorseful about the night before, going out of his way to make sure that everything runs smoothly and avoiding any talk similar to what he had said just a few hours prior. He stops in while you’re in your dressing room alone, sitting and waiting for the ceremony to start.

“Hey,” he says quietly, cracking open the door after checking that no one was around. “I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me, but I just wanted to apologize for last night.”

You look up in surprise that slowly melts away and you nod, “Thank you. I appreciate that,” you give him a small smile and he cautiously steps inside, admiring how breathtaking you look in your gown.

“You, uh, you look amazing,” he smiles and you glance down, blushing. “Really.” He reassures you, shoving his hands in his pockets nervously as he glances down himself. “I don’t want things to be like this between us forever. I’ve acted like an ass and I don’t want my behavior to affect anyone else, so,” he takes a step closer, extending his hand out to you. “I just want things to be okay between us. I’ll never pull anything like that again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Sho,” you smile, taking his hand and pulling him into a hug, holding him tight and he returns the favor. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” a melancholy smile touches his lips as he savors the feeling of you against him before he has to pull away, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he nods. “I’ll see you up there. He can’t wait to see you.” He gives you one last wistful smile as he backs out of the room, his gaze lingering on yours as he pulls the door shut.

The ceremony goes off without a hitch. You get to have that magical moment when Natsuo turns and sees you in full regalia, his eyes becoming misty when he does so. A sight that you don’t get to see often. A few stray tears of pure joy leave streaks on his face that you can see as you march closer, grateful that you opted for waterproof makeup as your tears leave marks of their own.

The reception is immaculate. No expense was spared and it shows. Everyone is busy drinking, laughing, and having a grand ole time. The night buzzes on as quickly as everyone told you that it would. Between the traditions and making the rounds greeting all the guests, it isn’t until the evening is winding down that you get to have a slow dance with your new husband, other than your first official dance together, which had felt a little stiff with everyone’s eyes glued to the two of you.

Now, the feeling was perfect. Soft light beaming down from the string lights above you and the moon above them. A favorite song of yours playing gently as conversation hums around you. The dance floor is sparsely populated as most everyone is about ready to call it a night if they haven’t already. He has one arm around you, his hand on the small of your back while the other clasps your hand. Your head is resting against his shoulder as you sway slowly in time to the music, your face tucked into the crook of his neck.

“I wanna promise you something,” he speaks softly, a warm and welcome half-whisper in your ear.

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to give you the best life that I possibly can.” He readjusts your hand in his, interlacing your fingers as he splays his hands across the small of your back and looks down at you, eyes gleaming with good intentions. “I’m going to love you with everything that I have. Every second of every hour or every day for as long as I live, I am going to give you everything, because you don’t deserve anything less.”

“Baby,” you smile up at him softly, in awe of the saccharine promise. “I promise to give you the same,” you lift your hand to his face, holding it in your palm while your eyes bore into his. “You have already given me the world and I will spend the rest of my days trying to give it back to you. I love you more than anything, I’ll prove that to you every day for the rest of my life.”

“I can’t wait,” he smiles warmly, leaning in close. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.” He closes the distance, capturing your lips in a slow, gentle kiss.

///

Years have passed and you’re at home. Natsuo is working an extended shift at the hospital, leaving you to tend to your niece and nephew, who are expected over any minute.

You hear the car pull up and head to the front door, walking outside to see their smiling faces greeting you as they run up the driveway.

“Hey, be careful!” Shouto calls after them, lugging a bag of necessary supplies along.

“They’re fine,” you smile, picking up the smaller boy and taking the girl's hand as you all meander towards the door. “C’mon, let’s get inside. I know it’s close to nap time for you guys.”

“Let me help you get them settled, they’ve been a little,” Shouto sighs, picking up his daughter, “much today. Huh?” He grins, tickling her belly and making the small girl squeal with laughter.

A good deal of pleading and bargaining later, the two are fast asleep in the spare bedroom. Shouto pulls the door shut as you both start down the hall and you turn to him, “I thought Tame was dropping them off today. Is she busy?”

“No,” he shrugs, shaking his head. “I just uh, I thought maybe we could catch up? It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to even talk to you, feels like. Plus Tame’s getting ready to go back to work soon, so I figured I better get used to wrangling the two of them by myself.” He chuckles as you stop in the kitchen, both of you leaning against the island on opposite sides.

“Guess so,” you laugh in agreement. “I uh, I don’t know if you sticking around is the best idea though,” you look down, watching your foot fidget against the floor. “There’s a reason we’re never alone together, Sho. You know that.”

“I know,” he admits, leaning forward to try and catch your eye, which he does. He smiles reassuringly, “It’s been years though. I promised you that I’d never mention it again and I still have no intention to. You have Natsuo and I have my family. What we had is just history. We’re past all that now, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding with a gentle smile. “Yeah, I think we are.”

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