Getting On Todoroki's Nerves

by Nay52

What Momo wants, Momo gets, sex is no different. (smut w/ a story)

The first time Momo met him was at a coffee shop right around the corner from her apartment downtown. She'd found the small place a few days after moving in with her roommate Jiro. She'd been exploring the area around her newly acquired apartment when she stumbled upon it.

She spotted him immediately, with his evenly split hair. He was handsome. Tall, broad around the shoulders, and slim in the waist. He wore a well pressed suit that accentuated a well muscled back. She stood behind him in line while he talked on a cell phone. His profile showed white strands of hair and a steel-gray eye. Add a sharp nose, that chiseled jaw, and a perfectly shaped eyebrow… well, he had her attention.

He'd looked at her while she stared, and that was when she noticed the scar that surrounded a bright blue eye. The dual colors only enhanced his looks. She looked away immediately when he caught her gawking.

"Yeah, no, that's not going to work. Tell Bakugo to back out of the deal." He said into the receiver. Momo heard him huff after a moment. "Fine, Midoriya, I trust your instincts."

She dared to take a look at his face again, unable to resist, but he'd faced back to the front since it was his turn to order.

"Coffee. Black."

Momo found soon after that she liked the small coffee shop, with its warm beige walls and green leafy plants flowing smoothly around the bottom of the structure to accentuate the place. The barista was also very nice and charismatic. She learned how to prepare Momo's tea almost to perfection as the days passed.

Momo also discovered that there was a sort of comfort in waking up every morning to walk by the place before heading to the office. She would come into the coffee shop around the same time and noticed that the mysterious man made it a habit to get there precisely at around seven o'clock every day as well.

Sometimes Momo would find him there during the weekend in regular clothes, sitting at a table with a laptop. He worked silently, sipping on what she could only guess was black coffee again. Despite that being something he could definitely make at home, yet he appeared to show up religiously every day to buy it from here. She wondered why that was. She wondered what he did for a living. He had to work in some type of corporate world, it was the only way she could explain the suits. She found herself wondering what was in his laptop as he typed away.

Eventually, Momo started to bring her own computer. She liked to write on the side, so the environment around the coffee shop was helpful and soothing as she submerged into another world. The atmosphere made it easy to put herself into the character's shoes and better describe the emerging scenes in her head. She enjoyed the hobby, although she lacked the bravery required to post her story on all those online platforms she read from.

Momo didn't know if she was imagining it, but as the weeks progressed she found herself meeting his gray and blue gaze more frequently. She would look away abruptly pretending she hadn't noticed, to then blush profusely as she intently stared at her screen. The chapter she was working on forgotten.

Once the man walked in right after her, placing himself behind Momo in the long line of customers. The entire five minutes that it took for her to reach the front of the line had been nerve wracking to say the least. Momo had felt as if her skin had been on fire when she'd taken a step forward and he had followed closely.

Many days later, a masculine voice interrupted her writing in the café. "Excuse me."

Momo had been sipping on her lavender and chamomile tea one particular morning as she read a rather intricate line that was just not coming together how she wanted it. She looked up and found that alluring man, right at her table.

Today he wore a well-fitting black shirt that was tucked in a pair of khaki dress pants, with a black belt around his waist.

She felt her face warming up instantly as he looked down at her with those enchanting eyes of his.

"Y-yes?"

He didn't have a laptop this time, she realized.

"I couldn't help but notice," he said, hands going inside his pockets. "You come here often. Todoroki Shouto."

He provided his hand. Momo's eyes diverted to it and noticed squared fingers that had her blood heating up for some reason.

For goodness sake, Momo, get it together. You're better than this.

She gave him a smile, placing her own hand in his. "Yaoyorozu, Momo, pleased to make your acquaintance."

He pressed his lips together, his brows furrowing. "From the Yaoyorozu family?"

Momo wanted to make a face but refrained herself. "Yes."

He let go of her hand.

Todoroki hummed. "Nice to meet you."

Just then her phone went off. Talk about great timing.

"Excuse me." Momo grabbed the insisting device from the table as it vibrated furiously. Her caller ID showed it was none other than her mother.

"I'm sorry," she looked up at him with an apologetic smile, "I really have to take this."

"No problem." His eyes, she noticed, had a certain brightness to them, something akin to mirth, almost as if he was internally musing at something. "See you around, Yaoyorozu."

They only talked briefly after that. They would acknowledge each other's presence when they'd bump into one another. He would nod at her direction and give her a short "morning."

Momo in turn would respond with a "good morning," of her own. There was the occasional "how are you," and "how's your day going." Then, Todoroki started to meet her at her table on the weekends they'd found themselves there together. Both of them would type into their laptops while sitting in a comfortable silence.

As she was introduced into his life, and Todoroki into hers, she learned quite a few things about the man that soon drove her crazy on a daily basis.

He was the son of a CEO. It had been hilarious to her that she had suddenly found a man her mother would definitely approve of. Momo had rebelled against this notion once, and she made it her mission to avoid dating prominent people. So, it was not overly delightful to find that he was in fact from a powerful family. However, surprisingly enough, he wasn't well-established as a popular figure.

Another thing she learned—and hadn't been all that surprised to discover—was that Todoroki was used to always getting his way. He was one to simply go after what he desired and accomplish it. Where others would have perceived this as intimidating, Momo found it more than familiar. She was used to this because it was similar to her own background.

It was fun to show Todoroki that she was not going to tell him what he wanted to hear, nor was she going to go out of her way to please him. She certainly wasn't about to do that. She enjoyed watching his frustrated reactions as their budding friendship progressed. Eventually he realized that Momo wasn't going to give in to his every whim and demand. He seemed lost by this at first, since he already had it easy enough with the rest of the world.

Regardless, he still tried to order her around from time to time. And just as she didn't give in, Todoroki would also stand his ground. It was funny that, in a sense, she was the same way as he was. She found it attractive the way he would try to put her in her place again and again. The way he handled her wants and needs. He was a gentleman through and through, yet he became assertive when it came down to her safety and her well being. He always asked if she ate, if she'd gotten enough sleep. He made sure to walk her to her office on the days he had free and to ensure she made it safely inside her apartment when he dropped her off at home.

They began courting each other eventually. The play of give and take, the tid for tad. It started with the occasional flirting, and progressed to the enchanting game of "who got to get the other to catch feelings first." Toxic in a way, but oh so fun. Momo wanted fun. Her mind needed constant stimulation, which meant it was hard to find a suitor who could even begin to tickle her brain, let alone keep her entertained the way Todoroki did. He knew just when to take, when to give, when to chase, and when to drive her mad with want. The crazy part? He didn't even have to touch her. No, Todoroki was infuriatingly courteous.

He'd kissed eventually but Todoroki had explained later as Momo attempted to sleep with him that he would not take her. Not yet. This, he had explained, was because he wasn't ready for a relationship with her at the moment. He claimed that he had things in his personal life he needed to deal with first. He was very good at hinting what awaited her, however, especially when Momo would push his buttons on purpose.

She still went out with other people. If she and Todoroki weren't exclusive, then she wasn't about to just commit like that. But Todoroki had been the one and only she'd actually wanted. All the others couldn't compare or compete. And no matter how sexually frustrated Momo was, she wouldn't even bother with giving others a second date.

It had been a regular morning for Shouto. At least, it was up to the point where his phone had vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the message with a frown. Yaoyorozu said she was running late for some odd reason, and wouldn't be getting her morning dose of caffeine via tea today. This was strange to Shouto since she was always punctual.

He'd just gotten to the corner coffee shop exactly at seven as he placed his cell back in his pants. He walked in and ordered his coffee and Yaoyorozu's tea. The woman behind the counter smiled as soon as he asked for "Yaoyorozu's tea blend, please." She'd known them by name at this point.

"You guys are so cute," she cooed.

Todoroki could only grunt at that. What else could he do or say?

He walked the short distance to Yaoyorozu's apartment and knocked three times on her door.

He waited expectantly and lifted the cup up to her as soon as she opened her door.

"Oh, thank you!" She took the container in her hands and blew at the open slit at the top before taking a sip. "I really thought I wouldn't get to drink it this morning."

Shouto's eyes caught a dash of red and his eyes moved south to what she was wearing. She had a fitted dress on, her long legs almost completely exposed. The piece of clothing had an opening right in the center of her chest, showing off an impressive amount of cleavage. Her hair was down and styled in a way that left it wavy at the bottom and straight at the top.

Shouto raised a brow. "You're going to work like that?"

"Oh, I'm not going to work today, Todoroki." She blinked innocently at him.

"Then?" he inquired, keeping his expression neutral.

She looked up and to the side. The tip of her finger came up to her chin. "Well, let's see. I'm going shopping for a bit. Then I have other plans with someone else. After that I'm going to Ochako's down the hall."

"Someone else?"

She looked at him with an impassive gaze. "Yes, Todoroki, someone else. Now, would you like to accompany me to do my shopping? Or—"

Shouto chuckled. Was she kicking him out?

He took one look at her figure again and then met her gaze. She was serious.

"Let me make some calls."

After calling his father to let him know he wouldn't be in today and Midoriya to make sure he was following up with the company's legal staff about next week's contract, they headed it out.

The stores weren't busy, which Shouto appreciated. He didn't enjoy the public much and crowded spaces less so. He wasn't particularly happy to go shopping. At least not the way Yaoyorozu was.

What he couldn't understand, however, as they went from store to store, was why Yaoyorozu was acting so flirty with people today. She smiled and played around with the male staff. She gave them touches here and there as they discussed the cut and style of what she was looking for.

Shouto felt his blood heating up, but he let her be. He knew he had no right to her. It might have been far fetched, but this somehow felt deliberate.

Another trend he was starting to notice today was the skimpy outfits she was going for. One in particular had him almost ready to fuck her senseless inside the fitting room. It was a crimson piece, of course. He enjoyed seeing her in that color. The dress was low-cut in the back with two straps in the front that barely covered her ample chest.

He let his eyes appraise her as she turned around for him trying to show it off.

Shit, she looked good.

"Do you like it?" she asked. She then made the mistake of getting closer while he sat on the small bench outside the stalls.

A mental image of her on his lap assaulted him, that dress up her waist while she jumped up and down his dick.

His eyes narrowed, his mental wheels turning. What was this woman trying to do?

"I do." the guy who'd been helping Yaoyorozu walked in. He had a shirt in his hands that Yaoyorozu had asked for in another size.

"Oh, that is perfect you do have it!" she squealed in delight, giving the man a bright smile. It was too damn bright for Shouto's liking.

The guy definitely had a thing for her and Shouto almost made a face as the bastard's eyes ran along Yaoyorozu's body.

He found himself placing a hand around his temples instead. It was going to be one of those days.

Yaoyorozu was attractive. No one could deny that. Hell, he'd noticed this the very first time he laid eyes on her at the coffee shop. She'd caught his attention instantly, and then Shouto hadn't been able to not distinguish her afterwards when he'd run into her again and again.

He eventually gave in to his curiosity and introduced himself, only to find that she was a Yaoyorozu. Since she would be a person of interest to his father, he had decided to just leave it alone. However, as he'd come to know her more, he just hadn't been able to resist her allure.

But it was especially difficult to keep men off her when she was so friendly.

Shouto's jaw was clenched shut as they walked out of that store.

"Okay," she turned around to face him, making Shouto stop his walking as well. "Now I have to go meet my friend."

Shouto licked his lips, the tip of his tongue running along his bottom lip. He still had his suspicions about this friend. But he in short didn't really have a right to voice them. He let her be, going back to his apartment to go over the contract Midoriya was supposed to send him to review.

He sat back once done with his job duties. Two fingers running along his lip as he tried to piece together what felt off about today.

For one, there was the fact that Yaoyorozu had skipped work. That on itself was enough to have him frowning. It was just not like her.

She'd kicked him out, had dragged him out only to witness her flirt around. She'd then shooed him away in preference of someone else's company. All these things had something very similar in common, he discovered, as his eyes narrowed.

They all brought him vexation. Annoyance. The question was why. Why was Yaoyorozu trying to get on his very last nerve today?

He took his cell phone out and without thinking dialed her number.

"Hello?" A male voice answered.

Shouto's blood boiled instantly. He rolled his jaw. He hung up the phone.

Grabbing his keys from the small table he debated whether or not he should show up at her apartment.

No, what if she'd lost her phone?

He called her again, only to have her answer this time.

"Where are you, Yaoyorozu?" he asked slowly.

"I'm on my way back to my building, to Ochako's like I told you," she answered casually.

Shouto rolled his neck from side to side. Oh this woman.

He wouldn't give in. If she was doing this on purpose—which he was then beginning to suspect was the reasoning behind all of it—then he wouldn't give her what she was looking for.

"I'm on my way." He let her know before ending the call.

They had yet to be sexually intimate. Yaoyorozu was impatient. He knew that. She'd even gone as far as letting him know that if he refused to take things to the next level, then she would just keep dating around. She wouldn't stop her life for him, and this had been fine. He had accepted her conditions because at the end of day, Shouto hadn't been ready to commit to her. He didn't feel it was fair if he got all the benefits of a relationship when he wasn't in one. Still, he kept seeing her despite this knowledge.

He liked Yaoyorozu. He liked her more and more as they spent time together, and he would be a damn liar if he said if his possessiveness over her had not grown.

The big thing getting to him was that Shouto suspected Yaoyorozu only went on dates with other men to rile him up. And if he was right, then this time was no different. However, she was taking it a bit too far with her antics. If she kept this up, Shouto wouldn't have another choice but to teach her a very well deserved lesson.

Maybe it was getting close to that time to finally make her his. Maybe.

He knocked three times once he arrived at her friend's apartment.

Uraraka was a good mutual friend. She obviously loved Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki was glad that she had people like her around to look out for her.

The short girl had also recently started dating his best friend, so it was pleasant to be able to spend some time with the pair from time to time.

Yaoyorozu appeared as she opened the door for him. "Hey," she greeted him and he hissed. She was wearing the skimpy dress from earlier.

What the hell?

He refrained from inhaling sharply. Had she actually met this friend of hers like that?

She stepped aside and let him in.

"Did you just get here?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

She sighed heavily. "Yes, Todoroki, I just got here, anything else? I need to go and change so I gotta go over to my apartment for a bit, do you mind?"

He tilted his head and let out a chuckle. Now she was just taunting him.

He greeted Uraraka and took a seat on the couch across from her. Yaoyorozu was out the door in an instant.

Again he reminded himself that he would not give in to whatever she was scheming. He would not reward her bad behavior.

Uraraka offered him a beverage, which he accepted.

She cleared her throat once she was back with a cup of black coffee for him. "I hope Yaomomo hasn't been giving you that much trouble."

Shouto kept his face neutral. "She isn't trouble."

The short girl nodded her head. "Yaomomo can be a bit…stubborn. She wants what she wants, you know, but she means well."

They spoke about their friends. Shouto told Uraraka a few stories about growing up with Midoriya which she seemed to enjoy. In turn Uraraka shared some childhood stories with Yaoyorozu of her own. Somehow they ended up talking about her dress today.

The door opened then. Now wearing a pair of jeans and a plain pink shirt, Yayorozu closed the door and faced them. "What about my dress?"

"I was telling Todoroki that red is your favorite color, and that usually when you dress up you wear it so well." Uraraka's brows came down together in what looked like confusion. "By the way, why were you wearing that dress today, Yaoyorozu?"

Shouto turned to look at Momo expectantly, wanting also to know the answer to that particular question.

Yaoyorozu shrugged. She looked him straight in the eye. "I went on a date."

He blinked at her trying to maintain an empty expression. He had suspected as much. Yet having it confirmed was doing things to his already heated state. This woman. He almost wanted to laugh with the intoxicating irritation.

He reminded himself again that she had told him she was still dating. She shared this the moment he had refused to take things further. She refused to commit if she wasn't being committed to. He got that. He even went as far as respecting that.

But at the moment, he couldn't really give a flying fuck. She'd dragged him around today to shop for another man, all the while making him put up with her attitude. He was angry. He was more than angry, in fact. It was time to put this bratty woman in her damn place. Somebody had to and oh he was more than willing at the moment.

He placed his half empty cup on the side table next to him and stood. His eyes zeroed out on her. "Yaoyorozu. A word."

He didn't miss the way she smiled traumphly.

Shouto shut the door of her apartment and locked the bolt behind him while glaring at her. His hands went to his pockets and took a long look at her. Yaoyorozu looked back at him with defiance.

"Wipe that grin off your face," Shouto warned, voice low and steady.

Her victorious smile only broadened. He looked away with a chuckle and then moved swiftly, rapidly walking her backward. Her eyes grew big with his sudden approach. Shouto trapped her against the wall, his hands finding her slender wrists and pinning them above her head.

Yaoyorozu looked back at him with a hint of amusement, but she also couldn't hide her labored breathing as her chest rapidly rose and fell.

"You have been getting on my nerves all day today," Shouto said. The erection inside his pants grew at the premise that he would finally get even. This infuriating woman had done nothing but try and get under his skin, and had very much succeeded.

"Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?" She breathed. "You know, for someone who is always threatening that he will teach me a lesson you sure don't get to the point, Todoroki. I'm starting to believe you're just all talk and no action."

Shouto laughed. He was almost seeing red due to the lust and fury that mingled inside him, intoxicating him. He was in fact livid.

He pushed himself into her, pinning her with his lower body, giving her a feel of what awaited her. "You're going to regret that."

After this she'd want no one else. She wouldn't have half a mind to talk to other people like she had been doing recently. Driving him crazy, maddening woman.

They weren't exclusive.

Yet.

Which was why Shouto had no right to even get upset at the concept of her going on other dates as she called them.

That would change today.

She gasped, her pupils dilating, that tasty looking mouth of hers parted prettily for him, "I'll be the judge of that, but I highly doubt-"

Shouto didn't give her a chance to finish. He finally decided that she talked too damn much. He grasped her mouth with his teeth and forced his tongue down her throat. She moaned.

Fucking right.

After a minute he pulled back and took a look at the mess he'd made. Yaoyorozu's eyes were unfocused, she breathed heavily.

Shouto dropped her hands and wrapped his own around the back of her legs, bringing them up and around his hips. Yaoyorozu did not miss a beat and wrapped her arms around his neck in kind.

Fucking finally! Momo thought.

After having tried all day to get this man to finish what they started, he was finally mad enough that he was finally going to take her. It had taken long enough. Momo tried to provoke him every chance she had today. She didn't know why she'd woken up horny as hell. Why, when Todoroki showed up at her door, all Momo could see was him pounding her until she hit her climax. She couldn't stop probing, picking, and provoking him until he'd basically growled for them to have a private word, walked the few doors down to her own empty apartment from Ochako's and locked the door.

The glare he'd given her had been enough to make her quiver in anticipation, for he was more than mad. She could tell he was furious.

Todoroki sat on the couch, with Momo straddling his lap. His hands clawed their way up from her back to her neck, finally digging deep into her hair. Momo shivered in pleasure as he clenched his hands into it, pulling her head back. His mouth took on the task of nibbling at the sensitive skin of her neck. She grinded her hips, wanting to get some kind of pressure there to relieve the ache that was about to drive her mad.

His other hand, which had been at her hip, went around her ass, fingers spreading wide before giving her a firm slap. It sent an electrifying jolt up her spine. That hand settled back on the spot he had hit, and messaged hungrily.

"I'm going to finger you now," he growled against her skin. Momo's pussy clenched in delicious anticipation. "Are you going to stop me?"

Momo barely had half a mind to shake her head.

"Didn't think so," Todoroki murmured as he pulled back and with both hands started to unbutton and unzip her pants.

However, instead of doing as he said he would, Todoroki's hand went around her torso to her back and unclasped her bra. He then shoved both her bra and shirt up, his head dipped low. Momo half gasped, half moaned as his mouth went around and closed on a nipple. He sucked, his tongue swirling around it, then sucked again. She felt the hard edge of teeth as he pulled slightly, putting just enough pressure so that the graze only added to the already pleasure surging down her spine to her core.

Momo gazed down, her hands moving from his broad shoulders covered by a white button down, to his hair. What the hell was he waiting for?

Todoroki pulled back but replaced his mouth with his hand, using the pad of his thumb to flick her nipple just enough to drive her insane. Momo threw her head back as he gave the same courtesy to her other breast.

He hummed in approval. "This is more like it."

Momo's head came forward facing him, she glared at him.

"Get on with it," she snapped, almost mad with desire and annoyed at his sudden coyness. He'd been ready to fuck her senseless before, what happend?

Momo felt her eyes narrowing. "Why are you holding back, Todoroki?"

He smirked, the tip of his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as it made its way back in and poked the inside of his cheek. Momo felt the warmth and firmness of his fingertips as they trailed lower and lower.

"I gotta teach you a lesson." His hand went under her panties to grab onto her mound, and his middle finger started moving rapidly yet softly against her. Momo stifled a moan as it found where to settle. "You don't get to be a brat and get what you want, Momo."

The finger stopped and applied just the right amount of pressure. "Keep it going and I'll make you beg."

Momo started grinding against his hand. "Not gonna happen."

He cocked his head. "Hmm. We'll see."

Suddenly, his finger was inside. Momo gasped at the intrusion and she bit her lip right after so that she wouldn't be as loud as she wanted to be. She closed her eyes as he began to finger her, the exquisite pleasure spreading from where his digit moved in and out of her.

"And this is just my fingers," he said low and huskily as he inserted a second one. Was it his pointer? Or his ring finger? She was so wrapped up in the pleasurable sensation that she couldn't tell, nor did she care. She held onto his shoulders, using them to support herself as she began to move her hips at a faster pace.

"That's it, be a good girl and fuck my hand."

She gave in and moaned. There was something about being praised by him that made her weak in the knees.

"Todoroki," she found herself whining, in spite of her words from earlier.

"You know that one word you use when you want something?" He asked while his fingers pumped into her at an infuriatingly slow pace. "Use it."

"Just fuck me already," Momo half demanded, half asked. "Stop teasing me."

"Ah-ah" he plunged his talented finger deeper, eliciting another moan from her. "Ask nicely."

He moved a bit faster, but it still was not fast enough. Despite the intensifying pressure, it didn't build the same way it would have if she had been adequately filled. It had been so long, and she finally had him doing something other than just kissing her.

Ugh! Okay!

"Please."

"Please, what?" He demanded.

"Please. Fuck me, Todoroki."

Todoroki stood and turned her around on the couch. She was on her back in an instant, legs around him. He began to untuck his shirt and Momo felt like he couldn't take it off fast enough. She started to pull at his buttons from the bottom of his shirt, trying to speed up the process.

He chuckled. "In a hurry?"

He pulled both her hands away from him and picked at those infuriating buttons where she left off. Once done, he pulled his shirt back, revealing a white t-shirt. Momo pulled at that from under his pants, pushed it up, and finally Todoroki's skin was bare.

He leaned over her.

"Take this off." His hand latched onto her pants to identify the offending piece of clothing.

Momo tugged at her partially removed jeans. She struggled for a bit, prompting Todoroki to chuckle again. The bastard. He helped her as she pushed her pants down her legs, tossing them to the side with panties and all.

He looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin. Despite the urge, Momo was not about to hide. She was too damn horny to care, honestly. Her legs opened further, giving him a full display of just how turned on she was.

Shouto's mouth actually watered. Fuck. He lowered himself, unable to resist placing his mouth on that pretty pussy.

He barely held on to his restraint as he kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly trailing up to the place he wanted to devour most at the moment. She arched as soon as his lips landed there. He used his tongue to open up her folds and began his exploring.

He looked up to see her throwing her head back as her hands clenched into the fabric of her couch.

"Todoroki!"

He wasn't surprised to find that she tasted just like her mouth, salty yet sweet. He lapped at her, teasing at her entrance, then ran the tip of his tongue up her slit to her clit to then come right back down. He stopped there for a moment.

"I will be quick," he murmured against her center. He caught the way her breath hitched.

His fingers formed a V shape around either side of her clit. She gasped as he blew on it, once, twice, then a third time. Yaoyorozu let out a muffled cry arching higher. She began to move against him at the rhythm of her moans while he teased her.

He stopped to glare up at her.

"Don't move," he ordered. "I need you to be still."

She was a poor listener today. "Argh! Don't stop, please!" Her hands landed on the back of his head, urging him forward.

He raised a brow at her. "Be good, Momo."

Her hands retreated instantly. "S-sorry."

Shouto got back to what lay in front of him. He had work to do.

He dipped his tongue on the flesh available from around his fingers. Slowly at first, probing, analyzing what pace would make her squirm, what motions would make Yaoyorozu use her hand to cover up the lewd noises coming out of that smart mouth of hers. She was at his mercy now. Based on her reactions, Shouto deduced that she needed different frequencies. Slow to fast, then back to slow. He did just that. Her legs began to shake from around his head. Her breath came out in uneven pants. She lifted her pelvis closer to his mouth.

She was close.

He wouldn't use his fingers for this. No insertion at least. He still utilized his index and middle finger to trap her clit, however, and tease each side. Her juices were everywhere, but he was good at eating his meals and knew how to keep his face clean. He swirled his tongue around her and blew on the sensitive bud again, then stopped to then flick it. He heard a muffled scream and smirked. Alright, he was having too much fun now. After all, he did promise to be fast.

"Please, please!" She pleaded. Music to his fucking ears.

His own erection begged to be released from within the confinement of his trousers. He couldn't wait to plunge into her and show her just what he'd promised.

Shouto stopped his messing around with her throbbing heat. She was so warm, so wet. He could only imagine what being inside her would feel like.

He decided right then and then—as he lifted his head, his hands going to the buckle of his belt undoing it—that he would rather have her come on his cock than with his mouth. He pulled the leather from around his hips and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down his zipper as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. Only now did he realize she still had her shirt half-on.

Momo's eyes were closed. Her breath was a raging mess.

Why had he stopped when she'd been so fucking close?

Her eyes snapped open as she heard the unbuckle of his belt. She waited for her breath to even out.

"Take off your shirt," Todoroki commanded. Momo bit her lip. What was it about his voice, the way he ordered her around, that turned her on so much? She propped herself on her elbows.

Regardless, she felt as if she still had to put up some kind of fight. Her eyes moved over to where he was. He had straightened his position and was then standing on his knees in between her legs. "And if I don't?"

Momo's eyes diverted to the very sensual thing he was stroking in his hand.

Shit. He was the perfect size. Not too big, not too small. Some might say bigger is better, but Momo didn't particularly enjoy being in pain while having sex. She preferred a more reasonable size.

He tilted his head upwards. "Do as I say, Momo."

Her eyes trailed up from his 'V' line to his very toned abdominals, his chest, and then finally those heated blue and gray eyes of his. She shook her head. The promise of punishment for her defiance made her feel bold. "Make me."

He laughed. The tip of his tongue dipped out to the corner of his mouth.

"Fine."

He pulled her to him by her legs, eliciting a yelp. Her mouth was met by his, and she opened for him as she felt the tip of his cock around her entrance.

YES! YES! This is what she'd been craving. Desperately.

"Take. It. Off. Now," he growled.

Momo dutifully did as she was told.

Her hands went around his neck as he positioned himself, then entered her at once. He wasn't gentle and she didn't need him to be. She didn't want "gentle" today. She was so wet, so lubricated with the way he'd worked her with his mouth, that the intrusion felt devine. She let out a loud moan. Momo could give two damns if her neighbors heard her. She was finally getting what she wanted.

Momo's panting increased as he picked up his pace. Her legs were wrapped around him, her heels digging into his back.

Todoroki lifted himself and looked down at her. One hand came up and slapped a breast, then the other, making her whimper in pleasure. Fuck that was sexy. He grabbed a nipple to roll it around in his fingers, and Momo felt herself rising from the couch as the pleasure down in her core increased with each roll of his digits.

"That's it," he encouraged. His other hand wrapped around her throat. "Good girl."

She dared take a look at his countenance. His mouth set in a straight line, watching her, always watching her, as if he enjoyed breaking her apart and being the one to witness it.

Momo raised a hand to run it down his smooth chest, touching the ridges of his hard stomach.

"Please, don't stop, Todoroki. Please," she didn't care that she was begging. She wanted more. More of this. More of him. All of him.

Suddenly, she found herself not pleasingly filled anymore. Fortunately it was temporary as Todoroki grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. Momo was light headed with need as his hand went around her neck again, but from a different angle this time. Her hair was in her eyes and around her face as he penetrated her once more, from behind this time. Momo perched her ass up to him, enjoying the way he hissed when she began to move against him. Grinding, backing her ass up to him as he slammed into her.

Her mouth parted as Todoroki applied pressure to each side of her neck with his fingers, effectively choking her harder as he went in and out of her.

"More," she found herself pleading. Begging. Deeper, harder, more please, just give me more!

It was almost animalistic the way Todoroki increased the thrusting of his cock inside her. He let go of her neck to grab the headrest of the sofa, his other hand securing her hip. His fingers dug into her flesh deliciously.

Momo dropped her head, arching her back lower trying to pull him further in. She wanted to come, so badly.

She rolled her ass, his girth filling her up so good she could only moan with each pump that scraped her walls so magnificently.

She felt it, a coil that tightened in her core as her legs began to shake, her stomach became rigid with pent up constraint. Her clit began to throb as her walls clenched around the dick that was shoved so snugly in her over and over again.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck." she mewed. "I'm gonna come, Todoroki."

He gave her a slap.

Shit. Fuck!

Then another, and then another!

The coil released. Momo found herself crying out as the almost blinding spasms coursed through her in waves of absolute pleasure. She felt herself rising, only to have Todoroki pin her head down into the sofa as he roughly fucked her through the orgasm. She felt the coil tightening again immediately after, and so suddenly that her second time coming was like a gushing rush, much stronger than the first.

She came again, moaning his name. Just as he'd promised she would.

She looked back from under his palm and managed to see the moment he stilled. Todoroki let out a low grunt and then, with one last hard thrust, he pumped his seed into her. Momo's pussy clenched and fluttered once more around him at the sight, her next orgasm ripping more moans out of her throat.

She dropped herself fully on the couch as Todoroki pulled out of her, exhausted. Well she'd be damned. He'd made her come more than once.

Shouto laid on the couch. His woman lay on top of him, fast asleep. She had been tired, he guessed, and after coming three times in a row her body just didn't have it in her to go another round.

He stroked her hair, slowly running his fingers in between her laid out tresses. They were both naked at this point, though he'd had his pants on while he fucked her. He'd taken them off right after they were finished. He looked down at her sleeping face. Even like this he could tell she was exhausted.

His lips turned upwards at the memory of her last words before she fell under.

"Todoroki," she said lazily as she stifled a yawn. His hands were on her waist massaging the spots he knew would be sore tomorrow—pressure points he knew would help her.

He raised a brow. "Yes."

She looked at him, chin propped on his chest. "I don't want to see anybody else."

And what do you know just as he'd predicted.

"Okay." he drew small circles on her skin. He looked her in the eye, he asked, "Does that mean no more dates?"

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously, genius."

"I'm not seeing anyone else, Momo." He said this with a bit more seriousness. "I don't want to either."

She nodded. "Okay, then that settles it."

Yaoyorozu yawned again.

He chuckled. "Sleep. Now."

She gave him a half salute, her eyes already closed. "Yes, sir."

******NOTES:

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