Chapter Five- Izuku
Today was the day. Date day with Mr. Todoroki. It wasn't technically our first date, or even our second. But it was the first time it felt like a real, true date. Not that I didn't enjoy those dinner dates, because I did. I loved them. In fact, I loved any time I was able to spend with him and was always hoping for more. That's why today was perfect. Even though I had to work first and deal with a busy Sunday rush, I had been giddy all day thinking about it—about him.
It had been years since I'd been bowling. The sport was fun and I wouldn't mind playing more often, but up until now it had been just one of those things I couldn't afford to waste money on. Even before I started working, I never wanted to burden my mother when I was aware of her financial struggles. Raising me on her own after my dad's death wasn't easy and I respected her so much. That's why I would work my hardest. Not only for myself, but for her.
As Mr. Todoroki and I got signed in and rented our shoes, I looked around the very open bowling alley, the sound of people giggling and chatting mingling with soft pop music. The sound of pins being hit and scattering was the most prominent of all. Lighting was dim inside, but there were colorful fluorescent lights that gave the place an even more thrilling feel to it. The place even had an arcade in the back corner where I spotted many kids and some parents in there playing.
"Ooh." I cooed, grinning excitedly at the sight. I quickly toned it down and mentally scolded myself.
We were here to bowl, not to play around in the arcade and I didn't want Mr. Todoroki to think I was needy or anything. I wasn't like that… was I?
Once my shoes were given to me, I beamed at my handsome date and followed him to our designated lane. It was near impossible to contain my excitement as I set my rented shoes by our table and then turned to eye the variety of balls at our disposal. Peeking over at Mr. Todoroki, I smiled brightly at finding him looking too and grabbed his finger to pull him along with me.
"I hope I pick a good one!" I laughed, forcing myself to release his finger once we were close enough to test the balls. They looked big and heavy, but I was sure I could handle it. "Ooh!" There was a single green one among the bunch and I went for it right away, but was quickly feeling dejected at the weight of it. "Oh no…"
As quickly as I'd lifted the ball off the rack, I placed it back with a sulk. It was the prettiest one of all, but had to be the heaviest too. Way too much for me to play comfortably.
"Too heavy?" Mr. Todoroki asked and tried the ball himself.
"Yeah," I sighed, trying and yet failing miserably not to pout. "It can't be helped." There were lots of other colors, but none were as nice as that green one. "Maybe this red one…" I went for it next and found it to be a lot better, still having some weight to it without it being too much. It felt perfect when I slid my fingers into place. "Oooh! I think this one is okay."
"Alright, let's go get set." He said and tucked the green ball under his arm, apparently deciding on it.
It made me happy that since I couldn't use it, Mr. Todoroki could. I smiled and nodded as we went up to place our balls on the return so we could get our names added into the monitor. I liked seeing his first name up there and wasn't surprised that he put me in to go first. Since it had been so long, I knew I was going to be pretty bad, but that wouldn't take away from the fun of it at all. When everything was settled, we both changed our shoes.
"Guess I should get it started." I said as I stood up from the seat we were sharing. At minimum, I hoped I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Mr. Todoroki—even if that had already happened multiple times.
After retrieving my red ball, I walked up to the lane and prepared to roll the ball. I didn't have an eye for bowling or anything, really I just had to hope for the best. My first try was laughable and I only managed to knock down a few pins, but I got a few more on my second try. The ball didn't go in the gutter, so I was thankful for that. Even if the first try didn't go so well, I couldn't shake the smile on my face as I walked back over to sit beside him.
"Your turn." I said, feeling excited to see him go for it. Mr. Todoroki would do well, he was the type to be good at everything.
He pecked the tip of my nose as he passed me and then picked up his bowling ball. I took a seat and watched him walk up close to the bowling lane, holding the ball with both hands. I was confused as to why he didn't use the finger holes and even more so when he bent over. Swinging his arms under himself, he rolled the ball forwards into the gutter halfway up the lane.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I hadn't been expecting this at all, but I had never witnessed anything so absolutely adorable in all of my life. I clutched at my heart, smiling wide as I watched him. He was so perfect.
"Good job, sir. The next one will hit for sure." I cheered him on, clapping quietly.
"I just need to get into my rhythm." He explained as his ball came back around. "And you know, since we're on a date and all, I would prefer it if you called me Shoto." He said with a lopsided smile.
I almost fell out of my seat. My heart was suddenly pounding, face turning hot. He really just said that. "I—I couldn't." I whispered, amazed that he had even suggested it. I really loved his first name, but it didn't seem right. He was my boss. He was older. Even if I tried, I would probably die every time and stutter more than ever.
"You most certainly can." He spoke with confidence before taking the green ball and repeating his unique bowling style. It went further this time, but still strayed and ended up in the gutter once more. "Damn. You're up, Izuku."
Definitely not, but I wasn't going to say anything else about it. He wouldn't understand that I would just die trying to call him that.
We got into our game and while I seemed to get worse after every try, Mr. Todoroki seemed to get better. The way he bowled really made me smile and think that he was cute, but once he warmed up he started doing amazing. The first strike had me clamping my hands over my mouth after yelling praises for him. Yet another time that I embarrassed myself around him.
I still did my best, but it seemed when he started with that first strike, he continued to get them—or at least a spare. His score was exceeding mine by a long shot. I wasn't surprised or dejected by the fact, I was just happy and I was having a lot of fun. Most of our conversation revolved around the game and him teasing me. It was never easy to handle his teasing, but that didn't mean I didn't like it.
On the contrary, I loved it a lot.
The further the game went, the higher his score stretched, leaving me in the dust before long and I had fun calling myself out while he kept telling me how great I was doing. We both enjoyed praising each other and it made for a very light and warm atmosphere. Bowling was fun, especially with Mr. Todoroki and I really hoped we could come again soon.
Once our game was completed, I showered Mr. Todoroki in compliments while he took my hand and pulled me along with him. I thought we were going to the car, but instead we hit the sidewalk and I looked up at him at my side.
"Where are we going now?" I asked curiously, though I was excited no matter where he took me or what we would do.
"There's a little ice cream shop down the road." He said and gave my hand a squeeze. "I'm taking you to get some."
I had forgotten about the ice cream, but the reminder had my whole face lighting up and I didn't hesitate to throw my free arm around him, bouncing in place and hugging him at the same time. "Oh, I'm so excited. I haven't had ice cream in a long time! Are we almost there?"
He chuckled at me and secured his arms around my waist. "Almost. You can see it from here."
"Where, where?" I asked, looking around without pulling away from him. He pointed out the small and retro-looking ice cream shop not far from where we were. "Oh my… this is—is this like another date? Or no… it's the same day so that means it's the same date. But really, if we're doing different things it doesn't seem like a single date. Maybe it doesn't matter but… but…"
He chuckled again, mix-matched eyes looking over at me fondly. "Our ice cream date. Two in one day sounds good to me, like a two for one deal at the supermarket."
"Two whole dates in one day." I breathed, amazed that the first one had happened, so two was really blowing my mind. Maybe I was a little greedy though, because I wanted a third. I didn't want it to end after the ice cream date. "Is two… a lot, you think?" I asked quietly, ears heating up.
"No." He answered simply. "I don't think it's possible for us to have too many."
Mr. Todoroki was the nicest guy I ever met, but I knew I was being too overzealous. It would be late, we couldn't really have a whole other date after the second one—we had to be responsible and think about other things. Like school for me the following morning and work for him. But if it was up to me, I may have never left his side at all.
"Thank you." I told him earnestly, touched that he would be willing to have another date with me. I knew that was doing too much though and I could be patient if I really tried. Surely we could have more dates on other days. I gave him one more squeeze before pulling back and starting to walk again.
Just a few moments later, the two of us were inside the shop and I was swooning at the seemingly endless options. So many flavors, it was going to be hard to choose just one. Mr. Todoroki was looking too, completely calm and cool while I couldn't keep myself still. It was just so thrilling.
"Sir," I tugged on his sleeve, finally tearing my eyes away from the menu to him. "I can't make a decision. Will you? You pick for me."
"Of course, sweetheart." He said and pulled out his wallet. "How does cookies and cream sound?"
"Ah, one of my favorites!" I beamed, but was quick to push his hand and wallet down. "Let me. Please?" I wanted to contribute, especially since he paid for our last date.
He hesitated, thinking it over before he gave in. "It's getting hard to say no to you." He confessed, reluctantly putting his wallet away and then capturing me in a back hug. "I'll have a rocky road."
I giggled, feeling victorious as I waited for him to let me go so I could step up to the counter and order. But he didn't. "Um… sir… I need to order." I blushed, not wanting to come off as rude.
"Go ahead, I'm ready."
"B-b-but," didn't he realize he was holding me? I tapped his arm, face flaming. "You're um… I mean, I—this is…" Now I was just beyond flustered and didn't know what to say. "Sir," I began again, whining. "I'll never be able to… I can't do it if y-you're holding me like this."
He hummed neutrally and then brushed his lips against my ear. "I'll let you go, but when you're finished I want you back here stat."
My knees buckled, but I managed to keep myself straight by bracing my back against him. I couldn't have felt any hotter and my heart was pounding hard, making it hard to hear anything else. Wiggling free before I died on the spot, I bolted for the counter and stammered out our order. After I paid for it, I stared at my feet, chewing on my lower lip as I waited. Of course my face was still ten shades of red, so I couldn't bring myself to look at my date. It would only get worse if I did. Our ice creams were ready in no time though and I made sure not to look at him directly on my way back over to him.
"Here you go," I managed shakily, even my hand trembling as I held his cone out for him.
"Thank you." He said as he took it from me. Next he opened his arms, leaving a space for me and patiently waiting.
The movement had my eyes taking him in and I closed the distance between us. "Maybe we should sit down." I suggested for my own sake because I feared my legs would fail me soon.
"Will you let me hold you after we eat?" He bargained.
I nodded, not needing to think about it at all. I really liked it when he held me. "Maybe… maybe in the car?"
"Hm." He agreed, appearing satisfied as he sat down at one of the small tables.
There was only one chair on each side of the table, making us sit across from each other, but I wasn't disappointed. Getting to look at him directly was really nice, even if I wasn't sure I felt the same about him looking at me. It never failed to make me squirm, but I loved it. I really loved it when those mix-matched eyes looked at me like they never wanted to look away. But just because I loved it didn't mean I could actually handle it.
Mr. Todoroki looked so calm and composed, so unbelievably handsome as he sampled his ice cream and let out a quiet sound of satisfaction. I was too caught up watching him to taste my own, way too distracted by the way his tongue licked at the sweet treat. I knew things about that tongue. Naughty things. And it wasn't good to be thinking about them now.
Soon his tongue began swirling in a familiar and way too indecent fashion. Slow and purposeful, licking up his ice cream and chasing after melted drips that went along the edge of the cone. All the while his gaze was on my face and the corner of his lips were turned up in smirk.
So hot. I couldn't help wondering if he realized how… erotic he looked licking his ice cream like that. It was honestly mesmerizing to watch, though problematic at the same time. I was left feeling self conscious even if I doubted I would look the same eating my own. Still, I had yet to taste it, way too caught up in him. My face was feeling hot all the time when I was with him, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I couldn't even say anything, just kept staring like I was in some kind of perverted trance.
Mr. Todoroki caught me off guard when he reached over and swiped his thumb over the side of my cone, catching the liquefied sweet before it could get on my hand. "You're melting." He spoke lowly and brought his thumb to his mouth for a taste.
"Mmhmm." I agreed, the breathy hum coming out shakily. I was melting, but the ice cream wasn't on my mind anymore. Not mine anyway.
The way he sucked the ice cream off of his thumb was really doing it for me. This was horrible, absolutely unacceptable. It was sick of me to be on our innocent date, feeling all… hot. Mr. Todoroki just didn't understand how alluring he made everything look. He didn't understand the effect he had on me and now I was feeling painfully embarrassed and red.
"You… you're—" I swallowed hard, wanting desperately to look away and salvage what was left of my dignity, but I just couldn't. Those seductive little licks were so enticing it was as if I could feel them on me instead of his treat. If I didn't escape, somebody was going to find out about my problem and it would more than likely be him. "S-sir, I—"
I almost asked if we could leave, take our ice cream to go instead, but I hated myself for even thinking about having to cut our date short just because I was such a despicable pervert. It was so humiliating and I didn't want him to find out because I didn't want him to think I was some kind of… hormonal teen.
"Sorry." I whispered, raising my free hand to shield my face as I dropped my head downward. I had to bite my lip to keep my thoughts locked inside my head. It wasn't even warm, but I was fearing an oncoming sweat.
"Don't worry about it." He told me, chuckling a little. "After we finish up here, would you like to head to my place?"
"Oh." I choked, feeling faint. Of course since he said that I would take it all the wrong way.
Before I met him, I wasn't like this at all. I really didn't mean to turn everything from innocent to indecent, but it just kept happening. If I went with him, I would probably just end up being worse than I already was. How could I really decline though when I just wanted to be with him?
"I want to make you dinner later tonight." He explained and grabbed my free hand to entwine my fingers with his own. "I hope you won't feel pressured by this, remember that you can always say no. I'll understand if I'm moving too fast or making you uncomfortable. I can't really promise that if you come over I'll keep my hands to myself either . . ." He trailed with a sheepish smile. "But if you're alright with it, I would love to have you over."
His words had me reeling, unsure if I really was taking everything the wrong way or if… maybe he was being naughty too. Dinner wasn't moving too quickly at all, so we would just be at his home instead of a restaurant. No big deal. Thinking of him not keeping his hands to himself had my breathing shifting a bit, but I was sure I was just having my annoying perverted thoughts and he was innocent. He just wanted to spend time with me and instead of being normal and enjoying the thought of that—I was thinking about his hands wandering all over me… and his tongue too.
"I want to." I whined, squeezing his fingers. "But… but I'm…"
"Izuku." He called softly. "That magnificent mind of yours is overthinking again, it's written all over your face. Instead of stressing yourself out, why not voice your troubles to me? I won't judge you, sweetheart, and I enjoy hearing your thoughts. I'm certain we can figure it out together."
I couldn't hide from him and I felt guilty for trying to, but it was hard to just admit that my mind had lost all of its purity. "I-it's not your fault but… sometimes—most of the time… I don't mean to, I promise. It just happens and it makes me so upset but… but it's worst of all that I l-like it. Don't be mad, I know it's wrong, but I just keep going there. You said it was okay, but it's not. I keep telling myself to t-take care of things… but when I'm not with you, I don't feel like this. That sounds horrible, I know, but I just—I really… really… oh gosh." It couldn't get any worse than this.
Mr. Todoroki was silent for a moment while he took in my words. Then he let go of my hand to move his chair closer, sitting it down right beside me. "What if I told you it was completely normal?" He asked and took hold of my hand once more. "It just means that you're attracted to me. It is okay and it's not wrong, Izuku. I know my teasing isn't helping you come to terms with all of this, but I can't really control myself either. I might not express it that well or show it clearly enough, but it's time I made you notice. You and I are the same."
He pulled my hand down to his crotch, pressing it against the prominent erection in his pants. I let out a surprised squeak and squeezed my hand, not the one currently feeling him though—the one holding the melting ice cream. I crushed it, making most of it flop on the table while the rest was a mess in my clenched fist. Right now, I was touching Mr. Todoroki… and he was so hard.
"Your expression as you watched me eat did this to me. I told you before, one look is all it takes. Can you really claim to be more perverted than I am?" He asked.
My situation didn't get any better hearing that. I was so flustered that I couldn't even breathe properly, or even care about the mess that was my ice cream. Never even tasted and amazingly I didn't even care. For a moment, I just stared at him unseeingly, and then finally cleared my throat and pulled my hand away from him.
"We're leaving." I mumbled, grabbing several napkins out of the despenser and cleaning my hand as best as I could while I stood up.
"As you wish." He stood up as well and tossed the rest of his cone into the trash without a moment's hesitation.
Even though my hand was sticky, I didn't bother going to wash it properly, too desperate to get away from the ice cream shop and safely out of the public's eye. His car seemed so much further now, even though my steps were much quicker going back to it. I couldn't even talk on the walk over and I got in the car before he could even walk around to my side. A strange sense of calm had washed over me, probably because my brain had short circuited after all the heat it was subjected to. After I closed the door, I slowly fastened my seatbelt while he got in the driver's side.
"My place?" He asked for clarification and consent.
"Yes." I answered softly, unsure if I was doing the right thing or not… but it didn't feel wrong. I wanted to touch him again.
With a single nod, he buckled himself in before starting the car. As we got on the road, I found my mind wasn't in disarray. I was just so aroused, thinking about how he felt and knowing that as much as I was attracted to him, he was to me as well. It wasn't until we were pulling up at his two story, grey stone house that the nerves really set in.
Would I even be able to touch him? I wasn't so sure I had the nerve to go through with it, even though I wanted it. If I couldn't even kiss him, how could I go beyond that? Even with my doubts, I was hopeful. I wanted to help him too, just like he helped me. However, I was unfortunately lacking the confidence that he possessed.
With a softly trembling hand, I opened the door and stepped out just as he made it around the car to me. Then I made the mistake of looking at him and he was so perfectly handsome that I nearly melted on the spot. This was what my problem was. He was just way too much for me and it was hard to believe that someone like him could want me when nobody else ever had.
"Come here." He said and held out a hand to me.
Taking his hand, I cleared my throat and struggled to settle myself. "Um… thank you sir, f-for letting me come. To your house I mean." Smooth.
"You're very welcome." He replied, tugging me to him with one quick motion. He kissed my cheek and then the tip of my nose before he took me inside. I didn't get a chance to look around, pulled into the living room and onto the couch. There, I was cradled in his arms as he ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed his hand along my back. "Relax. You call the shots, alright? Nothing has to happen unless you want it to. However, I'm taking this hug you owe me."
It was easy to feel relaxed when I was able to snuggle up to him, but at the same time my heart was pounding. "I like this." I murmured, breathing in slowly as I closed my eyes, resting my head at the crook of his neck. "I think I want things… but I'm afraid and I can't do anything. And I—I don't want to take advantage."
"I want you to be greedy, sweetheart. Be as greedy as me so I won't feel guilty." Mr. Todoroki told me. "You understand, don't you? I'm like the big bad wolf waiting to devour his little lamb."
Somehow that didn't scare me, it intrigued me instead. I knew he was more than capable, while I had no experience to go on. "Well," I began, clutching his shirt at his chest. "I am greedy. I want… I want…" no matter how badly I wanted it, I just couldn't say the words. It was so hard.
"You want?" He encouraged, cupping the back of my head. When I didn't respond he tried a different approach. "If you can't tell me, will you show me?"
Show? That was even harder. I lifted my head to look at him properly, green eyes shifting from his to his lips. "Really?" I asked quietly. "You won't mind?"
"I'd be delighted." He smiled fondly at me.
Mr. Todoroki wanted me to go for it and so did I. Though I hesitated from my nervousness, I slowly released my hold on his shirt to slide my hand up over his neck and to his cheek. He was warm and comforting even if he made me feel so many things I still wasn't used to. I was afraid of messing up, but I still inched closer to him.
My goal was to kiss him just like he kissed me, when it was so perfect and made me weak, but I was too frazzled and ended up kissing him just next to his mouth. I froze upon realizing my mistake and pulled back, feeling as if I was blushing all over. I tried and still didn't get it right, always making mistakes. I just couldn't do things correctly like he could.
"That wasn't—" My voice broke and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling disheartened. After ruining my chance, there was no way I could try again and now he was probably getting sick of me. "I'm sorry."
Instead of words, I got an answering kiss on the corner of my mouth to mirror the one I had given. "Again." He whispered, running the back of his knuckles down my cheek.
I shuddered and peeked up at him. My stomach was fluttering and my heart was still going crazy, but with his permission, I wanted to try again. Maybe if I just worked myself up to it, it wouldn't be so bad. My movements were timid and careful as I leaned back into him, this time kissing his cheek and following with another longer one on his jaw. My kisses paled in comparison to his, but practice always made perfect. Being a firm believer in that was what urged me to try again, and again.
When I kissed his throat and felt him swallow, I slipped my hand back from the side of his face and into his hair. He smelled so good, just like he always did. An addicting scent that a little cologne and a lot of him. It was just so thrilling, being so close to him, getting to kiss him and soon the nerves faded, my body taking over to trail more soft kisses back up his neck. His hands slid to my hips and held on as he let me do as I pleased. His eyes were closed, head tilted back while he soaked up my affection.
It was a lot easier knowing he wasn't watching me. It gave me the strength to try for more, make the kisses longer and harder. I didn't think it would make me feel so good to be the one kissing him, but it did. Feeling dazed and ridiculously aroused, I breathed heavily against his neck through parted lips, trying to collect myself. It wasn't enough though, not even close and not knowing when I'd ever have another opportunity such as this one had me scrambling to move my leg over him. As I seated myself in his lap, I closed my lips on his neck and gave it an experimental suck.
I could feel his breath stutter and a soft and quiet hiss left his lips. Those sounds were empowering and I quickly moved my left hand into his hair as well. It was so soft and smooth, neat unlike mine. I was fisting it a little firmer than I meant, so caught up in the moment that I didn't even think before I let my tongue swipe up his neck. Just like he'd been doing to that ice cream. Once again his hands moved from their perch, drifting down to my thighs with a firm squeeze that prompted me into rocking my hips on him and sucking on his neck again—harder.
Mr. Todoroki moaned and squeezed my thighs once more with more strength than before. Those two things had me shivering in delight and repeating the process. Rocking my hips and sucking a little closer to his throat. He was hard under me and I loved the feel of it, so I grinded my bottom down with purpose and finally released his neck to kiss his lips. This time I connected perfectly, kissing him hard and pulling his hair.
He surged up into the kiss, but didn't try to over power me. He followed my lead and thrusted his hips up in time with mine. The unexpected move had my lips breaking away from his so I could let out a surprised gasp. He looked so good and I was starting to hurt from being so hard, having no choice but to rut against him and try to gain a little friction.
"Sir, I want—touch me. Please." I didn't think I could take another moment without it. I wanted to do more, but I was at a loss and filled with longing.
He turned his body and laid me down on the couch cushion, hovering over me with bright and burning eyes. His face was flushed as he grinded his hips against me much harder than I had. "Call me Shoto."
A strangled moan escaped me and I spread my legs further apart, hands still firmly locked in his hair. "Shoto," his name freely came from my mouth. I was too hot and bothered to think about it and wanted to give him anything he wanted. "Th—mm… S-Shoto, touch me more."
"Fuck, Izuku." He groaned in answer and smashed our lips together. My mouth was quickly invaded by his tongue and a hand was efficiently unfastening my jeans. It wasn't long before I felt it sliding into my underwear and grasping my cock.
He'd only just touched me, but it was enough to have me unable to respond to his kiss, too busy panting and whimpering as I writhed beneath him, needing to seek out more. I wanted more.
"Tight." I breathed into his mouth. "Too tight, t-take them off."
"Hm." He grunted, breaking away to get enough space between us.
He tugged off my jeans and then let them fall to the floor. Eyes were roaming over my body, but he was back on me almost instantly. My shirt was pushed up so he could mouth at my nipples and his hand went back inside my underwear to cup my balls. It was too much all at once, the pleasure of it all shocking me until I couldn't breathe. I could only wiggle my hips under him. I didn't expect him to touch me so much.
"Sir, if… if you do that—ah…" I wasn't going to last like this. He was way too good.
"And now it's sir again, huh?" He hummed against my chest, but he sounded amused. "Are you close?" He asked as his fingers trailed up my length. "Are you going to come for me, Izuku?" He fondled the tip of my member between his fingers, taking a hard nub into his mouth and sucking.
That was more than enough to make me fall apart. I came while trying to correct myself, nearly screaming out his name in a broken cry. The intensity of my orgasm whited my vision and left me completely dazed for a moment, body trembling beneath him. I never knew reaching a climax would be so easy until he showed me, but I wasn't sure if it was always like that or if he was just that good.
His head came up and he gently nudged my cheek with his nose. "You come so beautifully." He praised, fingers still working my tip and sending shivers up my spine. "Good boy."
Mr. Todoroki was apparently set on putting an end to me. "Mm. T-too much." I whimpered, head shaking back and forth at how sensitive I'd become and his words were so kind. "I'm sorry I—too soon." I wanted it to last so much longer and yet once again, I lasted no time.
"Nonsense." He brushed off and pulled his hand out of my underwear. "From what I've seen, you have good stamina. It doesn't matter how long you last when I can make you come more than once." He smirked, raising coated fingers to his lips. His tongue dipped out for a taste as he stared down at me. "Sweet."
"Oh… oh. Y-you are naughty." I gaped at him, still trying to catch my breath. "Is it—really?" I swallowed nervously, wondering what his would taste like. "Is… is yours sweet too?"
His eyes widened and his cheeks glowed red. "Shit. D-don't say things like that. . . putting images in my head."
"I'm sorry!" I frowned, looking up at him apologetically. "I didn't mean to upset you, sir. I won't do it again."
"No, no. It's alright." He backtracked with a sigh and averted his gaze. "I'm not upset. Just exceedingly horny."
I stared at him, face softening as I pieced together what he was trying to say. "So then… you liked it? You tell me not to say those things, when actually… you want me to?"
"Way to call me out." He smiled, leaning back down to tuck his face in my neck. "But yes. It has crossed my mind."
"Me saying those things? Or… or… doing things?" I asked carefully, wanting to know.
"Both."
He spoke quickly enough for me to know he meant that. "I've been bad to you." I sighed, ignoring the mess in my underwear as I pushed myself up. "You're always thinking of me and… but I haven't done anything for you. I—I can learn though. I want to learn."
"You know it's not something I would ever demand of you and there isn't any rush." He told me and wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me into a warm embrace. "But if you're ready and willing, I'll teach you everything you want to know."
"I want to make you feel good too." I admitted shyly, resting my head on his chest. "It's not fair if I get to have all of the um… fun."
He chuckled at my delicacy. "We'll start small and then work our way up. How does that sound?"
"Small like… just kisses?" I wasn't sure if that would be enough. He probably wasn't as sensitive as me.
"Small as in like touches." He said and brushed his lips against my ear. "Can you handle me, Izuku?"
I shuddered, his warm breath and seductive voice working me back up again. "I can!" I nodded eagerly. "I can—wait… you don't… you don't want me to kiss it?" I was a little stunned and slightly offended. Just because I wasn't practiced didn't mean I would be horrible.
His breath hitched and I would have missed it if he wasn't right at my ear. "You can do whatever you want to it, sweetheart."
Scoffing, I turned my nose up and didn't look at him. "No. You don't want it so I'm not doing it." Whoa, where was this attitude coming from?
"Don't be mad, I do want it. Honest." He said, kissing my cheek in an attempt to appease me. "I'll beg you for it if you want me to."
"Beg me?" I whispered, eyes widening as I moved my hands to his chest. "Then you mean it… you really want it?" It was so exciting. A little nerve wracking too, but mostly exciting.
"I do." He answered and started mouthing at my jaw. "Very much so."
And I wanted to do it just as much. Maybe more. "Then let me." I told him quietly, trailing my hand down over his taut abdominals on my way to his jeans. "And… I want to see you."
"As you wish." Mr. Todoroki stripped out of his shirt, taking a moment to wipe his hand on it before tossing it on the floor. Then he leaned back until he was flat on the cushions, letting me hover over him from between his legs. "I'm all yours."
"All mine." I breathed out, heart warming at the thought. He was so beautiful, making it so my eyes couldn't decide where to look, so I just took in all of him while rubbing my hands up and down his newly exposed torso. I'd never seen such perfection. "You mean it?"
I glanced up to meet his gaze as I reached the hem of his jeans, trailing my finger across his lower abdomen just above it. Once again, I was achingly hard—but so was he.
"I mean it." He said a little breathily, gaze focused on nothing but me.
"Promise?" I asked breathily as I unbuttoned his jeans and then rubbed my palm over his hardness before sliding down the zipper.
He grunted at the teasing touch and nodded his head. "Promise."
Never before had I been in such a position of power, but now, knowing that I was hopefully going to make him feel good like he made me feel was filling me with pride and a determination to do my best. The way he was staring at me was so intense it threatened to make me shy away. My face was scorching, but my will was strong. I was going to see this through, but wasn't sure if I could do it with those gorgeous eyes on me.
"D-don't look." I sulked, grabbing a pillow and putting it over his face.
"You're forbidding it?" He chuckled and moved the pillow away, but his eyes were closed.
"Yes. No peeking!" I huffed, moving the pillow back over his face even if I would have loved to see his expressions when he felt good.
"Hm."
Now that the pressure of being watched had diminished, I went ahead and pulled his jeans and briefs down. It was bigger than I expected. Big enough to intimidate me, having my eyes going wide and my mouth hanging open. Somehow, it was even kind of pretty, though it was colored red, a slow but steady pulse making it twitch.
As I wrapped my hand loosely around him, I thought over the things he did to me. Of course I knew that it felt really good to have it stroked, licked, kissed and everything. Feeling at ease knowing that I was the one getting to make him feel good, I tightened my grip just so I was holding him more firmly in place and then leaned down.
First, I slid the very tip of my tongue across his slit, following with a more purposeful lick around the head. His member was hot, heavy and had already awarded me with a taste of his essence. It was smooth, almost sweet and salty at the same time. A very unique taste that had me hungry for more.
Giving him a few languid pumps, I started peppering chaste, open-mouthed kisses all around his tip. With every other one, I gave him a little suckle and every time more precum beaded from his slit, I was quick to lick it up.
I had no idea how he was able to do this, giving so much without taking anything in return. Just having my mouth on him was driving me crazy. It was hot, I was hard and Mr. Todoroki was shifting slightly. He wasn't making any lewd noises like I did, which I wasn't pleased with. I wanted to make him feel that good, make him moan and tremble just like he made me.
Maybe I was just turning myself on more than I was doing anything for him, but I wanted to do more. I wasn't going to give up, not until I made him come. Even if I had to go down on him all night, I would.
My hand continued to stroke him slowly as I trailed my lips downward, sucking the underside of his length all the way down to my hand and back up. It felt strange putting my mouth to use like this, but somehow it was hot. It made me so hot. He was so hot.
I would probably overheat soon, but ridiculously enough, I welcomed it.
When I sucked at his tip, I was awarded a little more of his precum. I heard him pull in a broken breath at the same time I swallowed, hearing it had me moaning around him and slowly taking more in.
"Oh fuck." He gasped and shifted his hips a little. "Just like that."
His words were unexpected and made my stomach coil with a tight, now familiar heat and I had to part my lips and pull back a bit to breathe. I wasn't the one who was meant to be feeling good right now, but my body had a mind of its own and everything about Mr. Todoroki was just so good. Anyone else would probably feel the same way.
Trying to ignore how much pleasure I was feeling, I closed my mouth around him again, going down and sucking my way back up. When he did it, he really took me in and it felt so good, but I wanted to focus on the most sensitive parts of him. It wouldn't do to go too far and end with me embarrassing myself, as if I didn't do that enough.
It didn't take long for me to really become engrossed in the act, mind clearing completely as I sucked on him, swiping and swirling my tongue whenever I was up at his tip. My hand worked constantly, having a slow but purposely motion to it. Every time he made a little breathy sound, it jolted straight to my groin, making me harder until I was rutting against the couch, breathing heavily through my nose and moaning around him continuously.
"Izuku." He moaned on a particularly hard suck and a hand ran through my hair. "Feels so good, sweetheart."
I couldn't help but moan too, eyes rolling back when I felt my body tensing up. My fingertips dug into his hips as I took more of him in than I had yet, surprised when he pushed into my throat and I didn't gag. Not that I could focus on that when I was coming. Shameful as it was, I couldn't help but fall apart. The pleasure was absolutely euphoric, making my hips stutter as I swallowed around him.
My sudden deep throating had quickly brought him to the edge and that last swallow pushed him over. "Shit, shit, shit." He cursed as he came, hand returning to fist my curls.
It was impossible to breathe anymore, I could only swallow and swallow until he had nothing left to give me and then I slowly sucked my way off of him. Amazingly, I was unbothered by the drool coating my chin and just stared at his softening member in a heated daze. I felt weak and tired as I desperately tried to catch my breath. My green eyes gradually trailed up his torso and to his face, the pillow nowhere in sight. His face was wonderfully flushed, perfect lips parted as he breathed, his eyes locked on me.
"Sir!" I croaked, throat aching a bit. How long had he been watching?
"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not." He smiled up at me, expression both pleased and satisfied.
It surprised me, but seeing him smile like that made it to where I couldn't be upset. I just sat back on the couch and then it hit me. I'd made a mess. I was a mess. The couch was a mess. Noticing it had all the blood draining from my face and mild panic working me up, threatening to end the tiredness I was feeling.
"O-oh no… I'm… I'm sorry, I—" This was an awful mistake. It wasn't my turn to come anyway and now his couch was ruined and it would take me ages to ever save up enough money to replace it.
The tone of my voice made sit up and reach out for me. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's ruined." I nervously took his hand, wanting to crawl over to him but fearing doing so. "Don't be mad, please… I swear, I'll… I mean, it may take some time but I'll r-replace it, sir. I promise." It wasn't intentional, but I couldn't help feeling concerned and disheartened. My eyes were burning, even if I was trying too hard not to break down and cry.
"The couch?" He questioned and then drew me into his arms. "No, no, it's alright." He said and held me tighter when I sniffled. "Oh, baby, don't be upset. If I wasn't prepared for it to get dirty then I would have taken you to my bedroom. You don't owe me anything."
Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I sniffled again and felt the tears pooling. "I did it… I have to fix it." Mr. Todoroki was as kind as always but it wasn't right for me to ruin something and expect him to take care of it.
"There's nothing to fix." He insisted and started rubbing my back. "I don't care about this couch, I'd much rather put a smile on that face. But if it will make you feel better then I'll take my payment in morning coffees and kisses."
Even feeling emotional and guilty, I somehow managed to laugh as my arms went around him to hug him. He was too kind and amazing. Mr. Todoroki had become such an important person in my life in a really short amount of time, but even if he wanted to take things easy on me because he was so considerate, I wasn't going to give in so easily.
If I wasn't able to get the couch good as new, I would replace it.