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1. Prepare for the best goddam todorokixOC lime you've ever read.

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Lust Took Over

All Ren could hear was the pounding of her heart in her chest as she heard Shoto's commanding, almost tired voice, come through the door. He sounded a little desperate, a little like he was about to lose control. It set something on fire inside of Ren and she could no longer keep up the chase, she could no longer keep the distance between them, she felt like she would lose her mind if she did not let him in. She turned to the door and opened it slowly, keeping her gaze downwards until Shoto's shadow fell across her face.

Wordlessly, he stepped inside, the hot and cold of his quirk consuming the air as the scent of Ren made him dizzy. Her mere presence was enough to set the wrong side of him on fire, did she know that? This girl who walked with so much confidence, who constantly left him feeling like she knew something he didn't? Was she aware that she was entirely in control of him? As he stepped forwards, Ren lifted her eyes to him, their gaze locked on each other, both waiting for the other to give in, neither one wanting to give up control.

With each deliberate step Shoto took towards her, Ren stepped back until she backed against the wall, feeling the solid press of it against her shoulder blades. Her lips parted in defeat as Shoto came to stand before her, his dark and light hair cast shadows over his eyes. There was no escape from him now. In one last look, both were lost in thoughts they didn't want to think about; the consequences of their actions, the fact that they were risking so much if they went through with this.

But the heat between them, the desire that was beginning to turn into an unbearable ache, the feeling that this was the only part of their lives that was making sense anymore, was enough to dissolve the worries between them. With one last, deep breath, Shoto raised his right hand and put it against Ren's face.

The instant his fingers touched her skin, Ren felt the familiar icy sting of his quirk against her cheek. She winced at the biting cold, but somehow, the pain only seemed to intensify what was going on inside of her. It was as if his touch had awakened something deep within, sparked something electric. Her skin blushed pink, her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, her lips pouting in undeniable desire.

But Shoto noticed her wince, his brow furrowed as he registered her reaction, concern and want warring in his expression. Ren could practically hear the thoughts churning in his head - the urge to press forward hindered the fear of hurting her.

In response, Ren lifted her hand and closed it around his, pushing his hand a little harder into her face. For a moment, Shoto was confused, why would she relish the pain? But, after a moment, he jumped a little as he felt something bizarre run through his hand, down his arm and along his entire right side. The icy sensation that clung to his left side seem to melt away; he felt his temperature rising a little at Ren's touch. How was that possible? It was like a strange, physical, sensitive feedback loop between them. It gave Shoto a rush he had never felt before; to have someone else manipulate is quirk, was something he had never experienced before. It was as if she was somehow harnessing his power, amplifying and tempering it in equal measure. He was unsure if he liked it, liked the idea of someone else being in control of him. But the added physical connection, the new, heated, unknown sensation was unravelling what little control he had left.

"How-?" He wanted to ask her but before he could Ren moved her face into his palm and bit him. It was the last push they needed, before lust took over.

The girl next door lifted her hands to rest on his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, giving him every chance to pull away, she rose up on her tiptoes, bringing her face level with his. Her heart clenched at his inexperienced hesitance, at the way he seemed to vibrate with barely leashed restraint.

The fact that she, Ren Ishikawa, could reduce the unmovable Shoto Todoroki to this trembling mass of teenage hormones, was a headier power trip than anything she had ever experienced before.

Shoto's eyes widened, his lips parting jut a little as Ren brushed her mouth against his in the lightest of kisses.

It was barely more than a whisper of contact, but Shoto felt something shake and vibrate in his very core, as he felt Ren's lips against his. Show was soft and cool against him, a delicious contrast to the heat that seemed to emanate from his left side. And as she pressed closer, Shoto was startled to discover that her skin seemed to shift temperature where it met his - warming against his right side while cooling his left.

The young hero wrapped his arms around Ren's waist, tugging her flush against him as instinct kicked in and he deepened the kiss. She welcomed him into her mouth, gasping at the feel of his tongue; so that's what it felt like! Her fingers became tangled in his hair, he barely registered that they were stumbling backwards together, never breaking contact. His hands were lost in the black fabric of her dress as the desperate need to be close to her fuelled his actions. Their pulses raced, small sounds of aching want escaped their lips as they moved blindly through the apartment.

The moment Ren's feet hit the plush softness of the living room rug, she tore herself away from Shoto with a gasp. He made a low sound of protest, reaching for her again, but Ren stopped him with a palm against his chest. His eyes narrowed as he caught the glint of mischief in her gaze and a small smile of nostalgia played on his lips; only days ago he had been so frustrated with her insatiable lust for chaos and mischief, now, he was grateful for it. Ready to see what cruel plan she had come up with this time.

Slowly, deliberately, Ren lowered herself to her knees on the rug, her movements graceful and fluid. Shoto watched, transfixed, as she lay back against the intricately woven threads, her dark hair fanning out around her head like a halo. With a small smile, Ren reached down to the fabric of her dress on her thighs and, tilting her head at him as though daring him to resist, she began to inch the fabric higher. Shoto's breath was caught in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from the slow reveal of her legs. His mouth became dry and his heart pounded like a drum in his chest.

It's not like women were completely alien to him, at least, not since Ren had re-entered his life. He had caught himself wondering, late at night, where he might bruise her skin with his fingertips, taste her with his tongue, hurt her just a little with his quirk…just enough to wipe the smirk from her face. None of this chaos, this lust, had existed inside of him a few months ago, and he was becoming tired of the effort it was taking to restrain himself.

Before he even realised what he was doing, Shoto found himself dropping to his knees before her.

All these years of build up and teasing, all these months of unacknowledged sexual tension between the two, both were so ready to let go. They looked into each other's eye for one last look of reassurance. Gone was the guarded hero, the icy and reserved son of Endeavor. In his place was a young man completely undone, lost to the pleasure coursing through his veins. And Ren revelled in it, to unravel Shoto Todoroki, to strip him bare and watch him come apart in her arms, was the most intoxicating thing she'd ever known. There was no past, no future, no hero or heiress or family legacies to control them. There was only the boy and girl next door.

Nailed it.

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