I sat in shock as the woman in front of me spoke my name. "Y-yeah.. that's me.." I managed to say. She looked around and her (e/c) orbs landed on Midoriya. She leaned over him, her bare , supple breast swaying as she got eye level with him. His face flushed over with red at the sight of her naked body.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked him. Even her voice was attractive. It was sweet and light, with a hint of dominance and assertiveness. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya. N-n-nice to meet you!" He quickly looked away. She hummed a response in acceptance of his answer. She pivoted around to look at Bakugou, her back side now facing me. My eyes couldn't help but wonder down her back. Her slim waist and wide hips were something to behold. "And you?" She asked him. He smirked up at her. "Names Bakugou. And who the fuck are you?" She turned her nose up at him. "I have no interest in letting you know," she said turning away. Her eyes landed back on me, her whole demeanor changing again. "But you on the other hand!" She cheerily gasped. I blinked and suddenly her arms were wrapped around me. Her body was pressed tightly against mine, her face pressed against my neck. "My name is (f/n)! It's so nice to meet you Shoto!! Thank you a ton for summoning me! Let me tell you I was getting so bored down there! Hell is such a boring place and I was hoping my time would come soon and here you are!" She started to ramble. I had no clue what was going on.After finally prying the woman off of me, she sat beside me on the couch (still rather close) and I finally decided to break the silence. "So, (f/n) you said? Why are you in my apartment?" She giggled and patted my shoulder. "Oh Shoto you are so silly! You're the one who summoned me so of coarse I just had to show up!" I raised an eyebrow. "Summoned?" It was Midoriya's turn to speak up. "She must mean the book!" She smiled at him. "Bingo!" "How did he manage that?" Bakugou mumbled. She scoffed as if it was a dumb question. "The same way you'd summon any demon, an offering of ones self." I looked at Midoriya and Bakugou, they seemed just as confused as me. Suddenly Midoriya looked like he had a light bulb go off in his head. "When you spit your drink, todoroki!" My eyes widened at his response. "Does that count?" Bakugou asked, in confusion. She glanced at him like he was an idiot. "Of coarse it does! Gosh didn't you guys read the book??" We looked at each other in confusion again. She sighed, and continued. "The summoning spell is easy. An offering from the earth. Herbs, dirt, plants.. something like that is usually used. Then, an offering of the drink of desires. Wine is most commonly used, but really any alcohol can count I suppose. And lastly, an offering of one's self. Most people use blood, but as long as it's from your body anything goes!" We all sat in shock, realizing what happened. Beer is made of hops, which is a plant. Also it contains alcohol. So that's two of the requirements. Once I spat, it mixed with my saliva. "Are we supposed to actually believe this shit?" Bakugou's words tore me from my thoughts. (F/n) glared at him. He continued. "How do we know your not just some random girl in here to steal? Or maybe you are some creepy stalker of his?" A dark aura surrounded the atmosphere. Suddenly she was behind him, her hand around his throat. "I should snap you're neck now for your insolence." She hissed. Midoriya and I quickly stood up, trying to diffuse the situation. "(F/n) please don't! Bakugou is just being rude we're sorry!" Midoriya stammered. I added in "Please don't be hasty. He didn't mean anything by it. This is just a new situation." Her eyes softened when I spoke. She released the hot headed blonde and skipped back over to me. "Okey dokey! Whatever you say!" She beamed up at me. What have I just gotten myself into?
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Shoto and the Succubus (shoto todoroki x reader)
FanfictionShoto, Bakugou, and Midoriya sat around Shoto's apartment after a long day. Deciding to mess around with a new book Midoriya accidentally checked out from their college's library, they realize how gravely real their decision are. What's in store whe...