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Momo blinks several times taking a few shaky steps back.

“Everything alright?” asks a deep voice behind her, and she feels herself getting flustered with embarrassment at the idea that Shoto Todoroki, who so gallantly offered to give her a ride home and even walked her to her door, witnessed it.

“Y-yes, just a bit dizzy,” she confesses and to her absolute shock feels herself stumbling backward. Her body feels painfully clumsy and heavy and before she can even force herself to fight back against whatever is going on, she finds her back against something big and solid.

“I got you,” Todoroki assures her with a confident voice that causes a shiver across her skin.

One of his arms circles around her torso while the other reaches for the key still waiting in the keyhole and casually unlocks her door.

Momo is beyond confused and embarrassed about what is going on. Her body never betrayed her like this before. She tries to think if it could be some aftermath from her patrol tonight, but she knows no villain managed a direct hit for her to feel this way. Also, when Todoroki starts to walk her in practically carrying her since her feet cannot seem to make a single step, she doubts it’s simple fatigue. Something is seriously wrong with her.

“I think…” she starts not recognizing her own voice with how hard the words feel to form, “I think I was poisoned.” It’s the only logical explanation for what is going on. She feverishly tries to think how it could happen and if she can produce her own antidote based on the knowledge she possesses about common poisons, but even her quirk feels like it lacks the power to work properly. Also, until she knows what poison they used she cannot be certain what antidote would work.

It isn’t until she’s scooped into Todoroki’s arms like she weighs nothing that she realizes he didn’t comment on what she said at all. Did she not say it loud enough?

“Todo-roki,” she tries again, but he simply carries her to her bedroom and carefully places her on her bed, “It’s alright.”

“Poi-son,” she pushes out of her mouth, but the young man simply takes hold of her foot and pulls off one of her heels, “It’s not poison. Just a small dosage of a certain drug.”

Momo blinks, but even that feels like a hard task to do properly, “Drug?”

Todoroki doesn’t say anything else and proceeds to remove her other shoe. For a moment Momo can see he pauses and looks at her foot in his palm and even if she cannot move, she feels hypersensitive, and the brief stroke of his fingers against her heel tickles.

She watches him when he puts the shoe away and moves back to her coat carefully pulling it and her motionless body toward his and then pulling the sleeves down one by one, “It won’t hurt you. Just sedate you for a bit, so don’t worry.”

She blinks, “W-what?”

He presses her head against his chest and for a brief moment, Momo closes her eyes and breathes him in. Throughout her school days and even when she came to work for his family agency, she always took Todoroki’s scent and presence as something safe and calming, and even in a situation like this, she cannot help but feel herself relax knowing he’s with her even if a corner place inside her mind tells her she shouldn’t. She waits, feeling the man pull the coat from under her and carefully place her body back on the bed. She feels like a doll undressed by someone who wishes to play with her.

She shivers when she feels Todoroki’s cold palm stroke her arm before moving to the buttons of her blouse, “S-stop.”

“I can’t,” he tells her and although he doesn’t stop there is a sense of sadness inside his usually monotone voice, “It’s the only way to make you stay.”

Momo frowns or tries to while trying to make sense of what he means and what is going on, “P-please…stop.”

By the time she managed to get those words out Todoroki had unbuttoned the final button of her blouse. She holds her breath when he sinks his palms through the opening and pulls the fabric out of the way to uncover her breasts. She’s wearing a bra, but with his intense gaze, she might as well be naked.

His turquoise and brownish eyes look as serious as always, but the small sigh he lets out almost a whine tells her his nervousness too, “It suits you.”

She’s confused about what he means before she realizes he has to be talking about her underwear and closes her eyes to hide from her own embarrassment. She doesn’t understand what is happening. Why is it happening? Todoroki never seemed to be interested in her so why now? Was he hit with some odd quirk or is he intoxicated? None of those theories can be confirmed based on how normal he acted all day until now.

“W-why?” she asks again opening her eyes only to see him lower his face toward her and putting his knee next to her waist.

His breath tickles her naked skin when he leans closer, and she can feel goosebumps appearing across her body even if she cannot move to look.  

“Because otherwise, they will give you to my brother,” he says with an edge of anger she doesn’t recognize from him.

Momo feels him take hold of her cheek cupping it almost softly, in complete contrast to the venom coming from his next words, “Toya is a sadist. My father covers it up, but he constantly hurts people. His girlfriends. He won’t care for you. He’ll hurt you just to get to me. I know he will.”

The dark-haired young woman remains motionless listening to his words. She knows Todoroki’s family isn’t the warm-welcome kind. She noticed things throughout their friendship even if Todoroki refuses to talk about it, but she wouldn’t think things are this bad.

“I don’t…,” she licks her lips and pushes the words out, “like Toya.” She doesn’t even know the man. He works for Todoroki’s father too of course, but he’s rarely on the same missions or even on the same days as she is. Now that she thinks about it. She’s only ever on call if Todoroki is also. At first, she assumed it was merely because they came together right after graduation, but now she’s unsure.

For the first time tonight, maybe even today, the man with white and crimson hair smiles at her and brushes his thumb over her cheek, “I’m glad. He’s not good enough for you. He’s not…he’s a monster like my father. I…,” he frowns a bit and his smile falls, “I’m not either…but I will do my best to make you happy. I won’t force you to work or stay at home unless you want to. I won’t lock you up and make you give me five kids,” he looks at her lips now and sighs, “I wish…I wish there was another way, I swear, Momo.”

She can feel her heart speeding up realizing it’s the first time he used her first name like this. Up until now, he was always so formal with her using her family name or the hero one in public. Even in crises, he was ever anything but polite and respectful.

“Don’t…understand,” she says trying to make sense of his words.

Todoroki sighs and presses his forehead to hers. The gesture is beyond sweet almost romantic leaving Momo even more confused.

“My father plans to buy you. You’re beautiful and proper, from a good family with a wonderful quirk. Your parents already agreed to the price. He doesn’t care which of us gets you. Toya only wants you to mess with me. Natsuo wouldn’t care either way. They’ll do what father says. I promise to be good to you. I just…I just have to make sure you’re mine before they get to you.”

Momo’s eyes widen with each of his words. Her body starts to shiver. She opens her mouth but cannot decide what to say. She’s shocked. She doesn’t want to believe it.

“N-no…my parents…”

“I already went behind my brothers’ back and told them we’re together this morning. I had to distract you long enough so you wouldn’t be able to talk to them. Tomorrow we can meet with them, and you can tell them the happy news yourself,” he explains still breathing against her skin. He was never been this close to her face before.

She tries to shake her head, “No, they wouldn’t.” Her parents raised her to be independent and intelligent. They were so proud of her when she joined the U.A and Todoroki’s agency…

They were so proud of her when she joined Todoroki’s agency…

She thinks back to their last few conversations. How they always asked about Todoroki and his family and how they were treating her. How they asked about her plans for the future. How they were interested in knowing if she was dating someone or planning to start soon. She knew…she knew they would want someone better from her than an average person. They didn’t discourage her from making friends, but they often reminded her she couldn’t really date any of the people she met.

Her eyes began to water, “But…but…” they didn’t ask her. She always assumed if they agreed to something like this, they would ask her.

Todoroki hushes her with a soothing sound before she feels his lips press against her own.

Her eyes widen and she attempts to push him away stunned, but all she manages is to press her palms against his chest. His kiss is soft and slow at first like he’s caressing her lips. It’s enjoyable. As much as Momo wants it to stop for the sake of the crises at hand, she cannot help but think it’s perfect just like everything Todoroki does. It sparks a reaction out of her instantly, and she can be disappointed in herself later since right now she’s too focused on how good it feels.

He pulls back and licks his lips, “Forgive me, Momo. If not tonight, then one day…just forgive me.”

Her dark eyes blink while she watches him lean away from her. His body heat is missed instantly since her room is a bit chilly, and she doesn’t have the strength to properly warm herself up. She attempts to use her quirk, but that seems even harder.

Todoroki remains kneeling on the bed while he starts to unzip his jacket before tossing it aside where he must have left her coat.

Momo watches still stunned while he unbuttons his own shirt and gets rid of it, revealing his torso. He’s muscley and sun-kissed like maybe he goes to the beach in his spare time. He has scars across his skin, but even those somehow made the overall image of him seem just perfect.

The heroine swallows and looks away, “S-stop.”

“It’s too late. If I don’t do this tonight,” he sounds desperate now, “They’ll do something worse tomorrow. This way, I can keep you safe from their hands. This way, I can make you mine.”

She returns to look back at him, his words reaching something inside her. Did he suspect she always craved he would say such things? Did he know she liked him since they first met in class? She would have done anything to have him say such things if only the situation was different. This just isn’t right. It’s not right and not now when she’s emotional and feels betrayed by her own parents and scared by Todoroki and his family.

“Please,” she swallows to push out more words, “Let’s talk…don’t be rash.”

His hands reach for her waist starting her since one of his hands is always colder due to his quirk than the other before he slips them to her lower back and brings her closer to him, “I’m not being rash, Momo. Believe me, when I tell you I thought this over so many times I thought I would go crazy. If there was any other way to protect you I would, but there isn’t. I told your parents we’re already intimate. It’s the only way they will believe us.”

He leans down and Momo tries to move her head out of the way, “T-todoroki-”

He captures her lips again in a deep kiss this time moving her head to the position he likes before diving his tongue into her mouth. He’s a good kisser. The best she ever had, but she’s constantly battling between enjoyment and fear from all of this. His tongue moves against her torturously well and slowly demanding her submission. She struggles but gives in and even moans when he nibbles at her lower lip with his teeth.

She feels flushed across her face and upper chest when he finally breaks the kiss to give her a moment to breathe “Shoto.”

Her eyelids feel heavy when she blinks at him, “From now on, you call me Shoto. I’m your future fiancé after all.”

Momo feels like crying. Any other time she would welcome such words. She would cry out in delight and hug the young hero confessing to him on the spot, but at this moment she cannot do so without feeling like this all is a big mess and wrong no matter how much her body protests.

Shoto leans back down and kisses her despite her best-efforts Momo once again lets him turn her into a moaning mess. By the time he’s done with her mouth, she can barely move, but even so, when the man leans away and brushes his hair, she can see how red and messy his own lips look, “I promise to be good to you, Momo. Let me show you.”

Without warning he sneaks his warm palm to her back and lifts her up so he can pull away her blouse. Her body shivers against the cold, but Shoto must have activated his quirk because his palm feels very hot a moment later before his fingers reach for her bra and easily open it. Even if she’s half laying, upwards only thanks to Shoto’s hold, her breasts roll free immediately. Usually, the heroine feels relief once she removes her bra after a long day, but at the moment she cannot feel anything other than embarrassment and shyness that her busty chest is on display.

With ease, he pulls down her bra and along with her blouse tosses it away all the while eyeing her chest, “God, Momo, you cannot believe how often I dreamed of seeing you like this.”

She swallows and lets herself be placed on the bed while Shoto sits across her stomach. He’s not crushing her, but it’s an extra weight that makes her shiver again. He’s almost hesitant when he starts to reach for her chest, “S-shoto, don’t.”

He doesn’t listen and takes hold of her breast, each in one hand, from below. His cold hand makes the touch almost uncomfortable. His gaze is filled with amazement like he’s witnessing a miracle making Momo all the more want to reach out and cover her chest from his gaze, but she can barely move.

“Marvelous,” says Shoto almost hypnotized while Momo gathers the strength and control to reach his wrist, but before she can properly touch him, he starts to move his fingers across the fat flesh like its dough.

Her head shoots backwards against her bed and she moans at the sudden sensation. Unless she counts herself and her doctor no one touches her breast, but Shoto doesn’t stay satisfied with just delicate touches and soon enough he begins to massage her breasts between his palms playing with them as he pleases. He's crushing them or at least squeezing and cupping as firmly as he can breathing heavier the more, he does so and watches what he can do to them.

Momo’s lips part and let out a series of moans and other sounds while trying to stop him, “W-wait…don’t.” She manages to get a hold of his wrists but is too weak to actually pull them off her, so Shoto continues his examination rolling her fat breasts in his palms with unmasked admiration, “Beautiful. Fuck,” he curses startling the young heroine since he’s always so polite the fault word feels alien coming from his mouth, “How could they ever think I would let them have you? See you like this?”

He licks his lip and meets her gaze. His eyes are still serious, but she can clearly see the impossible to hide arousal too, and despite everything Momo feels like her face is only now catching on fire, “Sho-to, stop.”

He shakes his head and lowers it toward her chest, “Don’t ask unreasonable things, Momo.”

His breath tickles her skin which is the only warning she receives before she feels one of her nipples getting sucked into his hot mouth.

Her body jerks against his, but he doesn’t even notice and continues to suck on her nipple letting out sounds like he’s enjoying a sweet dessert.

Momo moans loud enough that some of her neighbors might hear, but Shoto doesn’t waste time and moves his cold hand against her other, neglected nipple and starts to pull at it.

The young woman’s head rolls to the side and backwards and without her control, she feels her chest raise like it wants to get closer to Shoto’s mouth and touch. He seems to appreciate the effort because he moves his spare warm hand to her back again to keep her lifted and properly abuse her with his mouth and cold fingers.

It’s maddening how well he does it all. His tongue drags across her nipple playfully yet with a harshness that leaves her breathless. How often did she imagine this was him when she touched her breasts? How often did she wonder what it would feel like? Now she knows, her fantasies could never live up to the real damn thing.

Momo’s moans turn to cries since the sensation is unlike anything she ever experienced. She feels properly tortured not by pain but by something far sweeter that slowly creeps into every corner of her weak body, mainly her core. She panics. She might be inexperienced, but she examined herself at night countless times to know the feel of an approaching orgasm. She partly cannot believe it would happen so fast, but the familiar heat circulating between her legs and the pressure inside her lower stomach is hard to mistake for anything else.

“W-wait, Shoto…stop,” she begs moaning fearing what will happen soon.

When she feels Shoto bite into her nipple, she cries out and buckles her hips as the pressure inside her snaps like a rubber band and a familiar feeling of a small orgasm invades her body like a plague.

She closes her eyes feeling the familiar bliss and whiteness enter her senses.

I came…I just came from because of him… she thinks wondering if she’s just dreaming still possessed by the aftermath.

With what little strength she has left she uses her arm to cover her face hoping to hide from her own embarrassment at the situation. 

Her chest keeps rising and falling while she pants. Slowly, she feels Shoto move his mouth away from her breast also breathing harder, “Momo…,” he sounds breathless, “Momo, did you just come? Just from me touching your chest?”

“Don’t…talk,” she grits out, still a panting mess.

Shoto laughs and the sound startles her a bit. It’s rare to hear the young man laugh ever since they first met, he was always so reserved and serious no doubt due to his horrible family and the things they did, but even so, with time she managed to get him to open up a bit. It wasn’t by much, but it was enough. Yet, up until now, Momo never heard him laugh so carelessly and happily like this.

Despite her embarrassment, she moves her arm enough to catch a peek of him. His lips are curled into a small smile, “You’re wonderful, Momo. I’m a very lucky man to have you.”

Once again, she’s hit with a wave of fear, or maybe a better word to describe it would be disappointment that this isn’t real and romantic like she would imagine it to be, “Shoto…let’s stop…here.”

His smile falls, “I cannot do that. Not yet.”

He leans forward and kisses her again. She doesn’t allow him this time and with her best effort bites him hard enough to break the skin on his lip. He hisses and looks surprised when he pulls away, and for a brief moment, the heroine thinks he might actually retaliate, but instead, Shoto just licks the blood off his lower lip and sighs, “I’m sorry…I won’t kiss you anymore. It’s not necessary for what needs to be done.”

“Shoto,” she starts, but he ignores her avoiding her gaze now, and reaches for her skirt easily unzipping the side and unbuttoning the single button so he can pull the whole item of clothing down.

Momo feels tears running through her eyes for some reason. She wanted this for so long, and yet she never wanted it to be like this, “Please, stop.”

He doesn’t listen and instead reaches for her panties pulling them toward her knees, “I’ll be quick, painless. I promise-”

“I love you,” she manages to push up, and Shoto finally stops what he’s doing and looks up back at her face.

She feels she’s shaking and crying some more, “I loved you…from that first day…we met…I don’t…I don’t want it like this…” It’s not right. She dreamed of this. Hope for this, but she would rather not have it at all than to have it like this. He makes her feel good, even now when she doesn’t want it, his touch and kisses feel so good, but why does it have to be like this?

She watches his serious façade crumble and his shaky hands let go of her panties in order to cover his face hiding the scar left across his otherwise perfect skin but keeping his mouth visible.

His lips are twisted in a grimace, “I…I’ve always imagined you would say that. I have…I have this voicemail you left me and videos from your interviews and when I listen to them, I imagine you saying those words. How pathetic, right?” he asks and smiles despite looking so broken, “I love you too, Momo. You’re beautiful and kind, and every day I get to spend with you…is everything to me.”

Despite everything, she feels happy. It’s messed up but even so, she cannot help but feel some sort of satisfaction over his confession or knowing she was worthy enough to be loved by him since she held him so high.

His gaze darkness, “I didn’t want you to get mixed up with my family. I thought if I kept you at arms-length they wouldn’t bother with you, and when they offered you a job at our agency, I just had to keep you close enough that they wouldn’t reach you. I failed you. And now I’m doing it again.”

“Shoto,” she whispers, “You could never… fail me. You can still stop this…We can…we can work…this out…”

The hero watches her for a while before he reaches for her face. For a moment she believes he will agree and maybe kiss her again, but instead, he reaches for her hair and pulls away her hair tie causing it to messily lay around her head.

He looks a bit defeated when he sighs, but in the next moment he puts on his confident look, “I can’t. Not until it’s done. Not until you’re mine. Momo.”

Momo’s heart drops, “I-I’m yours.”

He smiles at her in a way that makes her feel like she’s a child that’s being humored by an adult, “Not yet. But you will be after tonight, and they won’t be able to take you from me. I love you.”

He goes back to her legs and starts to pull at her panties, “It’s a cute pair. Red color suits you well.”

She cannot and will not confess she bought them in the hope he will one day be the one to take them off her once. She just can’t.

Shoto doesn’t waste time and tosses them aside before running his eyes over her now completely naked form, “You’re breathtaking, Momo. How could I ever let anyone else have you? See you?”

He grabs a hold of her legs and with ease pulls them apart.

She closes her eyes since she can smell how aroused she is and knows he can as well. Furthermore, having her spread like this, he can also see it. His voice cracks, and he whispers, “So wet.” She isn’t really surprised he can tell.

He pulls her legs as far away from each other as possible regardless of how desperately Momo tries to push them together. It’s a lost battle, and all she can do is keep her eyes close and look away while she feels his breath creeping closer to her exposed pussy, “Momo, you’re so beautiful. I…I can’t…stand it.”

He maneuvers her legs upwards and even if she isn’t looking, she thinks they’re hanging over his shoulders now, so he has better access. The idea causes her to turn scarlet for sure, but she refuses to acknowledge it even if she knows her body does.

She lets out a small squeak of surprise when she feels his lips touch the inside of her thighs licking and nibbling the skin there before moving further, “I…I promised to be quick, but Momo…I can’t just put it in. I want you to enjoy it.”

She sighs, “Then stop.”

She thinks she feels the hesitation in his movements until she feels the tips of his fingers stroke across her slit a wet sound accompanying them. Momo’s body jerks at the sensation because it was so sudden in a place, she never had any man touch before, “Did you truly hate it so much? When I made you cum just by sucking on your breasts? You sounded…you sounded like you liked it. Those little moans and pants were cute. Didn’t you like it?”

Knowing it’s not a good idea, she still opens her eyes only to be met with Shoto lying between her legs with his head directly in front of her pussy licking his fingers, the fingers he used to touch her a moment ago and surely still had some of her wetness on them.

Her dark eyes widen, and she looks away again her cheeks burning, “N-not the point.”

She feels Shoto’s breath against her exposed pussy, “I understand if you cannot admit it yet, but I’ll make you feel good.”

After that, he dives in like a starving and desperate man. At the first touch of his tongue to her clit, Momo’s thighs clench hard around his head and she cries out, biting down on her lower lip immediately afterward. She doesn’t want him to carry on, but how could she allow someone to hear and potentially come to the rescue? She’s confused about what to do.

Shoto’s hands grip the underside of her thighs and dig into the muscles there hard enough to bruise. It hurts, but she doesn’t mind. The contrast between his warm and cold palm is grounding but only for a second because almost instantly, his hot and wet tongue starts to map the entire length of her poor cunt.

She cries out again but does her best to keep the sound quieter. It’s a sensation unlike anything she has ever experienced, and it’s instantly wrecking her entire body.

“S-stop,” she pants, “You’ll-I-ah!” she tries to say, but her mind starts to drift with pleasure, and she cannot tell what it is she wishes to tell him. Somehow, Shoto can read all of her moans and cries easily knowing what place she needs him to most hastening obeying her unspoken requests. His lips touch her swollen clit and her whole body starts to tremble.

“D-don’t,” she moans only partly seriously feeling unhinged and wild at the sensation of his mouth there. One of his hands leaves her thigh and then there are two  fingers pushing hot and insistent up into her, curling inside and he begins to  suck  on her clit in earnest. Momo thinks she might die. Her body feels incredibly sensitive and trashes against the bed with what little strength it has while fighting against the drug. Shoto is persistent, and she can tell it won’t take long, no not long at all, for her body to surrender to him once again.

It feels too good, she thinks with her now clouded mind, if he continues, I’ll definitely come.

Her head lifts just enough so she can look at him.

The hero’s face is positively buried between her thighs moving across her most special place with ease like he owns it. She can see his eyes are closed in concentration while he devours her like a favorite meal. It’s insane how hot it all looks, and how conflicted she feels while panting at the sight of him. She’s so close, that she can feel her insides tensing in the familiar way.

Feeling, she has to at least try to stop this, for the sake of her own sanity, Momo reaches down and brushes all of his crimson and white hair out of his face.

His eyes immediately snap up to meet hers in surprise. Shoto looks flushed and worked up too, and he must see something he likes in her face because he lets out a loud and manly moan from the back of his throat against her and the vibrations send the poor heroine flying into another orgasm. Far grander than the first one. Every part of her clenches while she comes. The sensation pulses through her whole body in spasms, radiating out in time with her heartbeat. Her hips start to roll to the rhythm before she can even comprehend that they’re doing so, but Shoto doesn’t seem to mind and lets her ride his face through it all. It’s surreal, and Momo cannot bring herself to do anything but focus on the wonderful feeling and the whiteness that clouds her senses because it’s better than pitying herself over what happened.

She’s a panting mess against her sheets when she’s done trying to get a hold of herself. She cannot believe he did that. Even less so that it felt so good although she shouldn’t be surprised. Shoto was always good in everything he did, and she had feelings for him for a long time.

A single tear escapes her eye, but she doesn’t notice until she feels him lean toward her face and wipe it out, “Did it feel good? Please tell me I made you feel good. Please, Momo.”

The begging causes her to shiver and something warm to form inside her lower belly.

She closes her eyes feeling too spent and out of it to lie, “So good.”

She can tell he’s smiling when he speaks, “I’m glad.”

Momo assumes this will be the end of it, or more like hopes it will, but obviously, Shoto has other plans.

Before she realizes it, he brings his lips back to her pussy causing her eyes to shoot open right before the first of his kitten licks against her still-sensitive clit, “Ah-wait!”

Her legs are still across his back, and she tries to sit up. It’s too soon for her to go again. She feels too overwhelmed and oversensitive, but he doesn’t seem to care and proceeds to lick her clit to his satisfaction.

“S-shoto, stop,” she begs gripping his hair, but that only seems to please him since he moans against her pussy making her gasp at the sensation. Soon enough his small licks change as he confidently rolls his tongue around.

Momo gasps when she feels his cold fingers enter her again, this time going far deeper than before, “You’re so warm here.”

The sensation caused by his cold fingers inside her warmth is surreal, and the poor heroine can barely catch a breath gripping his hair tighter, but if anything, that only seems to fuel Shoto who sucks onto her clit again before nibbling it with his teeth.

Her body starts to jerk again helpless against what he’s doing to her.

“P-please,” falls from her mouth, but she cannot be sure what she’s begging for at the moment.

Shoto doesn’t give her a warning just starts to slowly move his long fingers in and out of her. He moves them around dragging out circles and patterns almost like he’s mapping the insides of her walls or looking for something. Momo has a hard to think in general, but when he moves his fingers just right and stumbles upon her g-spot, she doesn’t hold back a startled cry of pleasure forgetting anything else.

“Good girl,” he whispers against her clit before he starts to systematically destroy her by pushing his fingers in and out of her with firmness and brutal precision.

The dark-haired beauty tosses her head back and a low feral moan escaped her lips at his constant abuse of her pussy.

She tries to bite her bottom lip again, trying to suppress any noise that threatened to get away, but Shoto is merciless in his actions, and soon enough the sensation and pleasure are too much for the heroine not to cry out and moan regardless of how loud it might sound.

Shoto seems to like her volume though because every time she feels she crossed the line and was too loud, he moans or groans against her clit and sucks even deeper.

An impossibly hard hit against her g-spot causes the young woman to cry out and arch her back when another wave of orgasm hits her body wrecking it. She feels like a dying star and cannot think straight for what feels like eternity letting herself be taken by the pleasure.

When she feels Shoto lick her again, she cries out, “T-too much!”

He ignores her, and she feels his tongue move into her hole properly circling it for a few minutes while his nose bumps into her oversensitive clit. It almost hurts, and Momo does her best to try and push him away even in her weak state, “S-stop…please…I mean it.”

Finally, he seems to listen and pulls his tongue out of her. He presses an almost delicate kiss against the inside of her thigh and moves away carefully laying her useless legs back onto the bed.

“Momo, you’re perfect,” he tells her sounding happy about it.

Her eyes are only half open and she feels sweat dripping down her body while she watches him leave the bed so he can undress the rest of his clothes, “I prepared you as much as I could. You’re ready for me now.”

For a moment she doesn’t say anything just focuses on the mixture of spit and wetness she sees across her chin.

She feels her body grow sensitive and warm all over again. It’s easy to find pride in the knowledge that he looks like this because of her, but she knows it would be a slippery slope to start to think this was alright. She tries to look away, but Shoto is immediately on top of her again, this body weighs a lot, but it's a nice feeling all the same.

He brushes her face, “Let me kiss you.”

She sighs. She doesn’t want to cave, “T-this…isn’t okay.”

He strokes her cheek all the way to her neck, “Momo, please.”

She can see the desperation behind his eyes. He knows it’s wrong. He knows he’s wrong for doing this, yet he needs her to accept it. He needs to her forgive him and let him, and she stupidly feels she just as well might, “Kiss me.”

His lips crash into hers immediately after she breathes those words out. She can taste herself in the kiss a little bit, but Shoto is the dominant component anyway. His kiss is needy and firm like he wants to imprint himself into her mouth.

His hand slips over her body taking in her breasts again, and she moans allowing him to push his tongue deeper and make the kiss more passionate. He kisses her almost violently dominating her like he wants even more of her than he already has. She easily loses herself in the sensation and kisses him back as much as her weak state allows her. She doesn’t forgive him. She doesn’t accept it, but she’s tired of fighting and if it’s going to happen either way, she might as well enjoy being used like this.

When he breaks the kiss, they’re both breathless and Shoto immediately moves to her neck tasting her skin causing more moans and pants from her before he reaches her breast again.

He doesn’t give them as much attention as he did before, but he does bite them a couple of times hard enough to leave marks, “Mine, you fucking mine.”

She moans and watches with hooded eyes while he moves over licking against her belly button all the way to her pelvis before sucking her clit in once more.

“Ah!” she cries out since she’s still far too sensitive there, and if nothing else at least Shoto apologizes with a soft kiss against the nub, “I’m sorry…I know I need to be gentle, but I want to you so bad.”

Momo feels beyond sensitive and wet even now especially since now she can see him completely naked too. He’s beautiful. It’s almost u upsetting how well he looks like he was sculptured to perfection or something.

Her cheeks catch on fire, and she gaps at the size of him. She feels ridiculous from feeling hotter now because of that.

“Momo,” he whispers, and she lifts her gaze to see him lick his lips, “I’ll try to be gentle, but I’m not sure I will. I’ve got you wet a lot,” his fingers graze against her hole again causing her to try to close her legs, but he doesn’t allow hit, “I hope it’s enough.”

He continues to stroke her wet pussy with his cold fingertips causing her body to shiver, “Shoto~”

“You’re beautiful, Momo. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else. I’m gonna make you love it. I promise.”

The fire between her legs only grows when she hears him say that. Her mind is split between knowing this isn’t right and desperation for any sort of release.

Biting her lips she looks away, “Just be quick.”

Shoto takes hold of his cock, and she feels him line the leaking tip against her sopping hole, “I can’t do that. Not when it’s you. Please, don’t ask me to do that.”

Her heartbeat speeds up again, and she watches him look between her legs while he slowly pushes himself in. He groans roughly the further he goes, and Momo lets out a helpless moan tossing her head back as he does. It’s so tight.

She lets out a painful hiss at the burn that follows the feeling of his cock stretching her walls. He’s big and wide and the girth is definitely something she has a hard time getting used to.

“It’s okay…breath,” he whispers, and she looks at him only to find him with his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face. If nothing else, it warms her heart he’s trying to go slow. Despite the discomfort, she’s so wet he managed to slide his entire length into her without almost any resistance.

When he reaches his limit touching her cervix in the process both of them moan, and despite how complicated it all feels, Momo finds warm in the fact that they both feel just as intense about this.

“Momo…you’re so tight…perfect,” he groans before opening his eyes.

Once he’s fully sheathed inside her walls, the feeling is completely overwhelming. The heroine feels absolutely stuffed to the brim with his giant cock pulsing inside her. The way it’s pulsing reminds Momo of a race car that wants to start.

“Sh-shoto, it’s too much,” she whispers frightened by just how full she feels now. It’s impossible to think he will be even able to move much, but he just shakes his head and smirks, “No, it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough…I’m inside you and I want more, Momo.”

His palms take hold of her waists squeezing her so tight they might leave bruises, but before she can even think to process, Shoto does something that makes her forget her own name.

The hero doesn’t give her much chance to adjust to his size as he immediately pulls out until only his tip remains before ramming back into her at full force.

Momo yelps that first impact practically blinding her while hearing him groan, “So tight…so good. I’m never fucking letting you go a day without my cock.”

She cannot even comprehend how lewd he sounds since he instantly pushes himself out and dives back in with all his might and then again and again. She’s left stunned by the brutal pace that’s not gentle one bit but still leaves her absolutely breathless. She moans and cries with every sharp snap of his hips. It’s beyond brutal and so unlike the Shoto she knows, she almost doesn’t recognize him. Yet, she doesn’t care.

“Ah-Ah!” she cries out arching her back closer to him when a well-timed and placed thrust strokes her g-spot making her cum again. She doesn’t bother hating herself or feeling like she failed and lets the pleasure consume her once again. She can do all the self-pity tomorrow.

“Fuck, Momo, just like that!” he snaps at her in a voice she doesn’t recognize and thrusts even harder and deeper before she feels something hot spill inside her, and her dark eyes widen, “N-not inside!”

Shoto shakes his head and without stopping continues to rut into her like an animal pushing his cum even deeper inside.

He leans above her, and Momo tries to snatch his arm maybe to stop him or just have something to hold, she cannot tell.

He groans, “It’s fine…you don’t have to…right away…I can wait…but don’t…don’t fucking make me now fill you up, Momo. Just don’t, please,” he explains between pants and groans all the while snapping his hips harder and faster into her. It’s hard to focus on what’s important and before Momo knows it she’s embarrassingly close to the edge again, “Wait-!”

Pathetically, the pressure inside her snaps once again, and her toes curl in pleasure. She faintly thinks she’s digging her fingers into his arms, but she cannot tell anymore, something about this way feels different and her mind breaks when it fully hits her.

By the time she stops screaming her throat is sore, and she doesn’t just feel sweaty and full of cum but oddly wet and full, “I-”

She hears his delighted low chuckle, “So you’re a naughty girl, huh, Momo?”

He pulls out, and Momo’s confused until she realizes his still-hard dick and thighs are wet with her juice.

He leans down and kisses her all the while she cannot stop looking at the scene realizing she did that, “Creamed all over my cock, didn’t you?”

Shoto doesn’t mind her struggle to speak and lifts the back of her thigh all the way to her shoulders folding her in half, “I’m never letting you go, Momo.”

She meets his gaze before he kisses her almost softly, but the gentles are quickly shattered when she feels him slam his cock right back into her immediately hitting her cervix again.

She cries against his lips, and he leans away pushing her legs toward her body all the while thrusting in and out of her at the same brutal and fast pace as before. He seems to have endless stamina and a good mood laughing again when he catches her looking between her legs where she can see his cock entering her over and over again.

“Do you like watching? Do you like seeing how well I stretch you? Fill you?” he asks, Momo cannot speak, but she thinks this is the most obscene thing she has ever seen in her entire life. She cannot decide if she hates it though.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Shoto growls while Momo continues to moan and whimper wantonly underneath him. He’s right and being folded like this she feels even tighter.

When the head of his cock hits that sensitive spot inside her again at just the right angle, the tension in her body snaps once more and a wave of pleasure completely washes over her. It’s less strong before, but still leaves her a shivering mess begging him to stop, “N-no more…too much!”

She squeezes her eyes shut while she surrenders herself to the sensations of pure bliss once again, but she can feel it’s becoming too much.

She can vaguely feel that Shoto’s thrust become sloppy and out of rhythm, and to her absolute relief, she feels him come inside her again filling her already full walls even more.

He shouts as he comes, and spit and sweat from his face hits her body, but she doesn’t care too hypnotized by the way he looks completely spent like this. Somehow with what little strength she has left she reaches for his face and strokes his cheek while he pants with his eyes closed. He looks beautiful. Even now. Even after everything. Momo still thinks he’s beautiful. She feels like crying, but she’s too tired and hot to even do that.

He finally stops almost falling on top of her but catches himself last moment. Her body is overstimulated and sore, and she doesn’t know how she will be able to walk away from him even when the drugs will wear off.

He leans closer to her resting his elbows by her head and a few tears run down from his eyes, “Thank you…thank you, for being mine.”

She doesn’t have it in her to argue or hate him for doing this to her. Not right now at least. Instead, she puts her arms around him and pulls him closer to her. She doesn’t mind his heaviness. She welcomes the distraction and feeling of his body against her own. She can figure out how to untangle herself from this tomorrow.

Tomorrow.