Boku No Hero Academia | BNHA | T E A C H M E 🍋 • Shouto × Reader

7• May I? 🍋

Thankfully the mood was calm and sweet due to the pecks to the cheek and the soft chuckles here and there coming from her. It was all fun and games until they were laying down and trying to settle in a comfortable position because they were so close to each other under the blankets that she couldn't help but to feel butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

His face was inches away from hers and when he offered his arm and shoulder as a pillow, she had to scoot up and even closer but before laying her head down, she was propping herself up on her elbow as time froze for a moment. 

(y/n)'s lips were nearly hovering above his and the way the dim moonlight washed over his face made him look unreal, heterochromia hues gleaming from beneath low eyelids and soft-looking lips barely parted in the same dazed expression she probably had at the moment.

They were both so drawn to each other that it felt like an hour of mutual silent admiration when it had just been a minute.

What broke the silence you might wonder, it was nothing less than her own impulse, she was the one to take the initiative to lean closer without fully planting her lips on his but simply brushing over them as if still waiting for a response from him, as if she was silently inviting him.

Shouto's mind was in a tug-o-war between what he was feeling right now and what his impromptu mentor taught him about situations like these. Thus, one of his hands reached for the back of her neck, bringing her further down to properly clash their lips together.

A hand found its way to his chest, resting there while they both tried to figure out how to lead the kiss. Parting lips could be slightly awkward but as soon as she flicked the tip of her tongue against his lower lip, that is when his instinct started to overtake his actions. With heads slightly tilted to opposite sides, their lips fitted against each other like puzzle pieces and the slow flicking of tongues suddenly became more sensual. Perhaps it was the way they were breathing out in a more labored way or it might be the fact that she had fully pressed her weight against his side, coaxed by his arm curling around her waist.

It was the first time he truly felt a female body pressed up against his own and it felt soft, inviting him to slide his hand beneath the back of her pajama t-shirt to brush fingertips on the skin at the small of her back just to prove his theory, her skin was smooth and warm and his stomach started to knot with a newfound feeling he couldn't identify.

The way he traced the curve of her spine made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end with pleasant goosebumps and she decided to do something similar, yet due to their current position, her hand snuck beneath his sweatshirt but in the area of his stomach, causing him to gasp into the kiss when her fingertips traced the shape of his navel.

Now he was able to recognize the feeling, it was warmth running down his belly and pooling at his crotch, feeling himself swell out of arousal. His breathing was subtly and adorably labored but he didn't halt the kiss and instead, he turned it into something slightly more... Eager, dragging his tongue further into her mouth as if exploring it while feeling her fingers trace random patterns along the dips of the muscles in his abdomen, drawing the line separating his abs and... Further down ? Shouto's breath caught up in his throat when feeling her hand so close to the hem of his sweatpants and he couldn't help the twitch his erection gave all of a sudden.

He was supposed to lead the situation as Hawks told him but she was being so delicate in every advance that he was eager to continue feeling her every move.

On the other hand, she couldn't begin to describe the feeling swirling in her tummy, it was excitement laced with nervousness and drenched in the neediness of her newfound lust. Raising her knee, she gently rested her thigh on top of his and without a second of hesitation, she immediately felt his hand resting against the outer side of his thigh as if to keep it there but in reality, he began brushing it upwards. Were his hands always so big ? She felt small beneath his touch but it could be because he always managed to make her feel that way.