Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Shouto Todoroki - Lemon

Requested by: The_Fellow_Potato

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Dominance was definitely not your forte, especially given the personality with which you had been blessed - one of complete and utter awkwardness. And yet, a substantial amount of the previous night had been dedicated solely to the gathering of information surrounding that very topic. Despite your perpetually-submissive position (which before now, you had always simply chalked up to your femininity), you couldn't help the smallest (okay, the ever-growing) twinges of guilt and dissatisfaction, that permeated your entire being. Sex only ever seemed to please you, after all, and this wasn't anything positive - at least not in your eyes.

After reflecting on this for some time, you came to one obvious conclusion: you just needed to exert a little dominance of your own. Thus, the lack of sleep and copious amounts of notes.

As you wandered the somewhat-desolate corridors of UA's newly-built dormitories, you muttered aloud, processing all the slip-ups that you could possibly conceive. For one, your quivering voice would surely be a massive turn-off, wouldn't it? Who honestly wishes for dirty talk, when the benefactor would be trembling so badly? That was another can of worms - how in Hel were you supposed to flourish your lover with criminally-seductive lines (and arousing touches)? And, you very much doubted your ability to remain composed long enough to bind his wrists, or otherwise remove his clothes (you certainly couldn't accomplish this master-feat with any amount of force, anyway; you understood Shouto to be incredibly powerful, but you simply couldn't risk hurting the bi-coloured boy).

"I can't do this..." Self-consciousness wormed its way back into your system, attacking both heart and brain. "I can't do this! What would Shouto think? He would hate me! Oh god, I don't want him to hate me! Why must I be like this?!"

There might have been two floors initially separating you, but in the abysmal delusions that had intruded upon your mind, you neglected to realise the boundaries. So, you currently found yourself on the fifth floor, pacing up and down, a bit too close to Shouto's room. Being an extremely-light sleeper and general insomniac, it just so happened that he was already awake. He listened for a few heartbeats, wondering what, precisely, had you so worked up. However, when his name rolled off the tip of your tongue, you squeaked slightly, in embarrassment. That forced his body upright, leading him to veil his face with his hands.

Just as your eruption sounded imminent, the mismatched-eyed teenager thrust open his door, beckoning you inside with a flick of his wrist.

Together, you entered, Shouto locking the door behind. "(Y/n)." 

Hearing his address, voice as monotone as always, you responded shyly. 

"S-Shouto."

Cupping your hand with an almost-unfathomable tenderness, your boyfriend manoeuvred you into a comfortable position on his futon, as he resolved to ground you firmly in reality. "I heard you pacing and talking to yourself. Are you alright?"

"I-I..." Before you could claim to feel fine, you bit your tongue - you were definitely going to inform him of your plans! You took a few moments to regain an aura of relative serenity, where you weren't constantly stumbling over every word to escape your lips. "I was just thinking about...how you're always making me feel good, and well, I just wanted to try and make you feel good. I think...you spend too much time on me, and not enough on yourself."

Shouto's expression showed deep contemplation. "But I do feel good? I don't need any more time."

"I, uh...thought that maybe I could be the top this time? Maybe? Please? I'll try my best to make you feel good! Please...?" This pleading echoed within his brain, greatly affecting all his functions; there was simply no way he could possibly refuse you.