MHA my hero Not Another Reverse Harem x Reader

First Kiss

  "So you like cold soba?" I ask, interested. Dinner has been fun so far. Shoto is serious and straight forward.. and fun to tease.
  "I do. What do you like?" His response is monotone unlike his appearance, while his eyes are earnest.
  "I am indiscriminate when it comes to food!" I proclaim, "Unless, you know.. it's weird.." I tack on.
  He chuckled. Gosh, I didn't know chuckling could be so dreamy.
  "Is it spicy?" He's pointing out my reddening face.
  Hah, the embarrassment..

  We walk off our meal, talking about our classes when I realize we're headed towards my dorm. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about this, will he come up to my door?
  "So.." I try to think of something to say and keep the convo flowing.
  "What is your quirk?" He surprises me.
  Oh, "Uh.. I generate barriers."
  To this, he stops. "Can you show me?"
  Huh? "Then.. test both your quirks on my hands. Go on." I nod encouragingly.
  He seems intrigued but worried, raising his hands to shoot off two very weak attacks. ..If they could even be called that.
  After I've blocked them from my hands, well, from myself entirely, I ask him "What was that?"
  He smirks. "Let's train together sometime. I went easy on you just now.. what were you doing showing off while injured?"
  Now it's my turn to smirk. "It was a mistake to underestimate me, but what were you doing, attacking an injured person?"
He mumbles something like I don't underestimate you and I grin like an idiot.

  Yes, we're going up to my floor. Though my pacing gets a little awkward as we reach my door. When I get to it, I turn and fold my hands behind me. "Thanks for walking me back-"
  He gets close and slowly puts his hands on my cheeks. I'm melting but it has nothing to do with the temperature of his hands.. or maybe it does.. I close my eyes then cup his hands with mine. Then I slide down his arms, up his biceps.. When I focus my sight, he's closer, awaiting permission. I rub the tip of my nose with his, and we lock lips.
  This is so sweet.. and hot. His tongue work is sending signals straight down my legs. His hands are in my hair and my hands are- I don't even know. I step back to catch my breath and unlock my door.
  He gathered himself when a glimpse of my room appeared. Ahem, "See you Thursday night?"
  Did.. did I scare him off? I look inside mortified that I might've left a mess or something.. but all I see is the bed. Oh. I turn back to him, wanting more. I take his hands again and put them on my waist, pulling him in. He closes the door behind us and presses me up against it.
  His hands are on my skin under my shirt and my body is on fire yet shuddering, I place one knee between his legs, feeling his erection with my inner thigh. Pulling him closer by his belt, I rub up and down his length. Ah.. I don't want this to stop.
  I tentatively unbuckle him. The sound of his zipper must've brought him back to his senses because he straightens up. I slid my hand in, eager to feel every inch.
  "Maybe we should cool down a bit?" He's resting his head on my shoulder, catching his breath.
  "But I want to taste you."
  He leans back to see my face, eyeing my tongue as it slides to wet my lips. "We shouldn't.. go too far today.." He struggles responding.
  It takes all of my resolve to zip him back up. With one last slow rub against him, I ask if he's going to be okay without taking care of it.
  "I.. I'll manage."
  I open the door and smile. "Think of me while you do."
He awkwardly steps around the door, trying to figure out what to say next. I try to suppress my smirk and simply say Goodnight to help him out. He nods and slowly turns to go.

  I jump in bed, giddy though questioning our actions. My fingertips on my uninjured hand are sticky. I quickly take off extra layers and slide down to pleasure myself. Imagining his erection.. long, thick, warm.. pulsating. It doesn't take long for me to see my own produced stars.

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