A Dragon's Heart // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Chapter 28: EXPLICIT

My charcoal eyes adjusted to the midnight shadows, the cold air seeping into my small room. I shivered under the sheets, finding Noodle curled up beside me, his soft breathing offering little comfort to the turmoil in my heart. Quietly, I slid out of bed, closing the door behind me as I stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

A painful lump formed in my throat, making it hard to breathe. My mind scrambled, searching for Shoto's room in the unfamiliar darkness. I climbed countless steps until I stood before a deep, dark chestnut door. Hesitating, I raised a hand to knock. The sound echoed hollowly, as if the room were empty. Soon, I heard Shoto shuffle behind the door, and it slid open, revealing his sleepy eyes.

"Amara?" Shoto croaked, leaning against the doorframe, his red and white hair falling over his face.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't sleep," I admitted, blushing as I pouted. My fingers fidgeted nervously. Shoto rubbed his face before stepping aside, allowing me to enter. A slight smile crept onto my lips as I trotted into his room. "Wow, it's so much like your room back at your house."

"It took a lot of work, but I managed. Why weren't you at the room judging competition?" he asked, closing the door.

"Room judging competition?" I repeated, dumbfounded. "Never heard of it."

"Oh, we went around and judged everyone's rooms."

"Sounds like I missed it," I sighed.

"You didn't miss much. Bakugo didn't show up either," Shoto said, towering over me. His warm fingers grazed my neck, slowly cupping my cheek. He leaned down, kissing me softly, his lips melting into mine. He pulled away briefly, but I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him back, yearning for his taste. Our lips moved in sync as his hands slid to my hips, gripping me tightly. My heart raced as Shoto bit my lower lip, causing me to tremble under his touch.

He moaned against my lips, his grip tightening as he lifted me. His lips trailed from mine to my neck, his warm mouth sucking on my skin, sending chills down my spine. He carried me to his bed, laying me down gently. His lips found mine again, kissing me harder, his hands gliding up my sides, slipping under my oversized shirt. He explored my exposed skin, his touch igniting a fire within me.

Shoto crawled over me, hastily removing his shirt before smashing his lips back onto mine. I gasped, feeling him breathless against me. His fingers lingered around the strings of my underwear, pulling them off and tossing them aside. With no warning, Shoto tore off his trousers and boxers, his weight pressing down on me, his desire mirroring mine.

He paused, searching my eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He kissed me softly, more lovingly. My legs moved on their own, wrapping around his torso.

"Is this okay?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hitching. He kissed my neck, pressing between my legs, causing me to gasp. "Yes" I cooed breathlessly as he slid inside me.

Shoto's moans reverberated against my neck, a sweet symphony of our passion echoing through the room. His slow, deliberate movements inside me ignited a fire, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. My nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks on his skin, marking him as mine in this intimate dance.

His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin. His touch was electrifying, setting my nerves ablaze. He moved with an unspoken rhythm, a primal dance that only we understood. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a scorching path of kisses, each one intensifying the heat between us.

"Shoto," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper as I pulled him closer, craving more of him. His name on my lips was a prayer, a plea for him to take me deeper into this world of ecstasy.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He adjusted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside me that made me gasp, my back arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and need that consumed me entirely.

Our bodies moved together, a perfect blend of strength and tenderness. Shoto's hands gripped my hips with a possessive intensity, guiding me, controlling the pace. Each thrust was deliberate, his hips meeting mine with a force that left me breathless. The room was filled with the sound of our mingled moans, a testament to the passion that flowed between us.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him. The friction between us was exquisite, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain. Shoto's lips found mine again, capturing them in a searing kiss that left me dizzy. His tongue explored my mouth with a fervor that matched the intensity of our movements.

"Amara," he groaned against my lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His eyes met mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. There was love, desire, and something deeper, something that connected us on a level beyond the physical.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just us, lost in the sensation, the connection that bound us together.

Shoto's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The intensity built, a crescendo of pleasure that left me gasping for breath. I could feel the tension coiling within me, a tight knot of desire ready to unravel.

"Come for me, Amara," he urged, his voice a low growl. His words sent me over the edge, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me. My body convulsed around him, a cry of pure pleasure escaping my lips.

Shoto followed soon after, his own release shuddering through him. He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he found his own climax. We clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

As the intensity subsided, Shoto's movements slowed, his touch becoming gentle, soothing. He pressed soft kisses along my collarbone, his breath mingling with mine as we lay tangled together, our bodies still connected.

"I love you, Amara," he whispered again, his voice filled with tenderness. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek.

"I love you too," I replied, my heart swelling with emotion. In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, our bond would remain unbreakable.

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. In the quiet aftermath, there was a sense of peace, a deep contentment that came from knowing we were together, bound by love and desire.