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Inasa was easy to please. As a boy, he hated no one and nothing and loved almost everything, to the extent that he was fascinated by the strangest of things and creatures such as cockroaches and bugs. He saw the good in everything, until he met Endeavor.
Growing up, the only person he ever loathed was Endeavor. It might seem petty for others to see him hating on the former number two hero because he claimed that Endeavor lacked the passion heroes should have and that the flame-bearded bastard coldly knocked the poor kid and his signing board over. However, the experience meant everything to Inasa and he strived not to be like the hero he used to admire.
Meeting Todoroki Shouto back in the U.A. entrance exams and witnessing how cold he was earned the younger a spot in Inasa's hate list. The apathy and lack of passion turned the passionate hero to-be off so much that he brought his petty hatred to the very important provisional exams. He meant it when he apologized for being the cause of Shouto's lack of license and when he said that he started liking him because of his quirk during their provisional class training but no way in hell did Inasa see himself falling for Shouto.
Shouto's quirk suited him; he could be half cold and half hot. He could glare at villains he took down with his chilly heterochromatic eyes but gaze with an equal amount of concern to the people he saved or the friends he fought the villains with. Working with Shouto during joint exercises and internship made Inasa see beyond his blue, left eye and powerful quirk.
He had never portrayed himself asking Shouto out before graduation.
"...that's why I want to ask you out, Todoroki!"
Shouto looked at him with a blank stare. "You like me? As in you want to date me?"
"Yes. I hope you are not disgusted but I just can't stop my feelings anymore. Whenever I see you, my chest just…" Inasa clenched and unclenched his fist, "and my heart is…"
"It thumps fast?"
"Yes!"
"It feels so warm?"
"Yes!"
"Your breath seems to be stolen away?"
"Yes! I hope I don't make you uncomfortable with my sincere confession. If you think you hate me, then I will willingly—"
"Me too." Shouto mumbled lowly, catching Inasa off guard.
"Huh?"
Shouto turned to the side and his hand climbed to his nape in embarrassment. "I… experience the same symptoms."
"Symptoms?"
"The clenching of chest, hasty heartbeats, inexplicable warmth, stolen breath," Shouto's gaze darted to a really surprised Inasa. "I experience those when I am with you."
He had never thought how his mental hate list dissipated with him growing to love Shouto and tolerate Endeavor.
He had never imagined being with Shouto for almost five years in a humble apartment they both chose over Roppongi, living a normal life apart from being heroes. They were content having a living room enough to contain a maximum of ten people, a dining room connected to the kitchen, one bathroom and a soundproof, two-person bedroom…
...and plushies.
Lots of plushies.
It all started on their first anniversary. Stupid Inasa thought it was a good idea to gift Shouto a bouquet of Rilakkuma and Korilakkuma plushies together with some more extravagant clothes he purchased. Shouto beamed in inexplicable joy as his hands surrounded the bouquet, and how Inasa loved the warmth in those pretty eyes and lips when Shouto cradled the gift with utmost care.
That was when they both discovered how fond of soft, smooth and cute things Shouto was. Shouto used to stare at adorable stuffed dolls in those shops. He also recalled how young preschooler him used to envy those kids at school who brought teddy bears and dolls, until his father's terrible upbringing, his overall shitty childhood and the melancholies of yesterday made him forget his interest in those things.
The younger started shopping for stuffed toys of Rilakkuma merchandise and he never failed to send the elder pictures of his purchases. Inasa thought it was a good idea to send Shouto some random My Melody gif during one of their chats, and Shouto ordered a huge My Melody plushie the very next day.
Inasa never learned, buying Shouto a human-size teddy bear on their third Valentines day together, and he only realized how grave his mistake was when they decided to move in months later and Shouto took sacks and sacks of plushies. If he did not stop shopping for them, they would probably flood their unit.
The stuffed toys—small, medium, large, humongous—littered on the floor of their shared bedroom. Shouto took it upon himself to vacuum and mop the floor every single day for his precious toys to stay clean. He took a great deal of time arranging and organizing them every time he took a few of them to embrace or sleep with or whenever his boyfriend and him knocked the pile over during their bedroom romps.
It was nice to see Shouto being happy but Inasa hated how much time his boyfriend spent on those lifeless, beady-eyed toys.
It was not new to see Shouto cradle and caress his toys, quietly humming, giggling and talking to them as if they were his children.
It was usual for Shouto to grab some of them when relaxing or spending some time alone or with Inasa.
It was a common occurrence for Inasa to spoon Shouto on bed time while the latter embraced his plushies.
Those plushies became a huge part of Shouto's life to the point that here he lied on their futon, legs wide open, ankles dangling in the air, mouth drooling and letting out sensual noises as Inasa's thick, long, meaty cock brought them to pleasure…
...while Shouto's arms wrapped around his giant teddy bear.
There Inasa was between his legs, fucking him so good, making him scream his boyfriend's name yet there the cursed stuffed toy was, spending time with them during such an intimate moment that only they should share.
Inasa: 0, plushies: 1
"Don't hide from me," Inasa growled when he saw Shouto burying his beautiful face on the plushie's arm. Inasa reached for Shouto's chin, tapping it to force the latter to look but Shouto only shook his head and tightened his hold around the detestable stuffed toy.
"Embarrassing," Shouto squeaked, and he mewled lewdly when the head of Inasa's cock grinded with his sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Embarrassing?" Inasa chuckled without an ounce of mockery. If any, he was rather amused. "Shouto babe, I'm surprised you still have the audacity to be embarrassed after dressing up in this get up."
Yes, Todoroki Shouto, pro-hero Shouto who was publicly known for his cool, aloof, fierce yet kind-hearted exterior, thought it was a good idea to wear pastel pink Hello Kitty lingerie for their eighth anniversary. The see through bra with Hello Kitty patterned straps was unclasped and pulled up to expose his swollen nipples. The corset's ribbon was ruined thanks to Inasa's eager movements and the lacey, frilled panties settled on Shouto's left thigh.
It was not a good idea; it was a banger idea.
As usual, what Inasa's mouth couldn't do, his dick could. From the moderate pace he set, he slowed down, settling on languid thrusts that bordered to stopping.
"Inasa," Shouto called, head whirling to his lover. Addressed male sputtered upon seeing his cute boyfriend pouting and glaring at him.
Shouto tugged his arm and whined like a child. "Inasa, don't stop."
Inasa cocked a brow and smirked. "I am not stopping though. Look, I am still moving."
The smaller slapped his arm. "Inasaaaa."
With an endearing shake of his head, Inasa leaned down, picking his boyfriend up. Shouto's arm readily wrapped around Inasa's nape, his legs already occupying those broad shoulders, and sat on Inasa's muscular thighs.
Inasa thought that he had won the battle but then, he celebrated too early.
"Shouto?" Inasa blinked when said male's hand let go. He noticed Shouto twisting his body and reaching for the bear's arm.
Oh dear.
"Hitoshi," Shouto mumbled, looking gravely worried. His hand wrapped around the teddy bear's arm and gazed at Inasa with child-like orbs, as if pleading him.
Inasa: 0, plushies: 2
"Hitoshi is too big to settle between us."
"But he would feel alone," the other replied. It seemed like he completely forgot that he was sitting on his favorite seat—Inasa's lap with Inasa's manhood lodged inside him—too preoccupied with a non-living, unmoving toy.
"Hitoshi will be alright. He has his friends." Inasa gestured to the plushies lining behind him, and he found it hard not to be self conscious with the sets of beady eyes staring at him. "He won't leave, okay? He is just there."
Shouto peered curiously at his toys. He darted his glance one last time to the bear before nodding at Inasa.
"Promise, you will get to hold him again, okay?" Inasa cupped his lover's face, planting kisses on his forehead, nose and cheek, making Shouto smile.
"Okay."
Inasa: 1, plushies: 2
Inasa lifted Shouto's bum to adjust their position and Shouto instinctively tightened his arms around Inasa's neck. The taller male smiled one last time before he drew back his hips and thrusted up. He barely put any force in his movements but there Shouto was, keening shamelessly.
It was difficult to keep quiet with Inasa's long, thick manhood effortlessly pistoning towards Shouto's sweet spot.
As Inasa set up a comfortable pace, Shouto threw his head back, plunging into pleasure over and over again. Inasa was mind blowing, not just because his girth size was beyond average but he had this way of building up mere bodily pleasure into an ecstatic bliss that racked Shouto's body and soul. From the way Inasa tenderly yet firmly held him, made him stretch his unknowingly flexible limbs just like at that moment, impaled and rocked into him with that goddamn meaty dick he knew how to use, Shouto often found himself coming undone.
With Inasa cupping his globes, balls slapping against his ass cheeks whilst pounding on his weakest spot in such a lewd position, Shouto felt orgasm coming closer.
"You are so beautiful, my precious." Inasa praised, loving how his ethereal lover looked—hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, half-hooded eyes rolling back, flushed cheeks and pale lips wide open for cries of 'fuck, more, Inasa, yes!' to come out—bouncing on his cock.
Their position left almost no room for Shouto to move but his Shouto, his passionate, hot-blooded, overzealous Shouto was lifting his own hips by digging his heels on Inasa's shoulders. He tried his best to meet Inasa's thrusts and let out mewls and grunts and curses with every successful attempt. He was supposed to be helpless, to just rely on Inasa's efforts but then, it was Shouto, Todoroki Shouto who offered and gave his best in everything especially when it came to pleasing Inasa.
"Inasa, ahhh, fuck," the vixen moaned to Inasa's ear when he clung tighter and closer. Inass welcomed this as an opportunity to bite on Shouto's ear and neck. Merely nibbling on the other's flesh had Shouto sighing, and with Inasa keeping Shouto up with one hand while his other hand dove straight to Shouto's neglected cock, Shouto edged closer to the brink until he was spilling on Inasa's hand.
Eight years of being together had Inasa knowing how it was still not over for the two of them. Shouto loved being forced to his limits, loved being overstimulated, and Inasa adored the ruined, blissed out expression on Shouto's face each time Inasa's cock rammed on his oversensitive sweet spot.
"Inasa, no more," Shouto begged, torso sagging back to the bed. He hissed in sensitivity, not recovering from his powerful orgasm yet. He sighed in relief and loss when Inasa pulled away, only for the latter to roll Shouto to the side, facing his big stuffed toy. Inasa went behind his lover, raised Shouto's leg that rode the lace panties up, and entered his used, swollen yet still tight ass.
Shouto panted harshly, clinging on the sheets. "'Nasa, I can't."
"Stop lying," Inasa barked. His big, warm hand settled on Shouto's abdomen. Pride swelled as he felt the dent of his manhood moving in and out of the other's lithe body. "We both know how much you love this, baby."
Shouto could make no reply, too overwhelmed by Inasa's length. Instead, he opted to just lay there, glazed eyes shutting close and lips parted open to the intoxicating concoction of recoiling pain and carnal pleasure his lover bestowed to him.
With Inasa's big hands holding Shouto's thigh and hip, broad, firm chest pressing on his back, strong thighs colliding with his ass, warm, wet lips peppering kisses on his marked skin, and of course, the unmatched dick abusing his prostate, Shouto felt himself getting hard again.
Inasa often got pettily jealous of Shouto's affection and time with his toys, but seeing Shouto reach for his giant teddy bear, moaning and humping on it as he cried Inasa's name, the taller felt his manliness twitching. Shouto seemed to have felt it judging by the sudden shift in his voice, and there he mewled and keened in crescendos as Inasa rolled his hips faster and deeper.
Inasa was soon reaching his climax as he felt Shouto erratically clenching around him. Shouto's sexual cries were not making it any better for Inasa to hold everything in. His thrusts turned rougher and sloppier, desperate to take the two of them closer to completion.
"I'm coming," he rasped to Shouto's ear and pulled him closer. Shouto humped towards his dick, eagerly taking in every inch of him. The pleasure was too much for them to bother analyzing who came first, and all they remembered was how Inasa filled Shouto with an overflowing abundance of hot, thick, heavy seed and how Shouto's back arched as his cock shot out ribbons of cum towards his plushie.
They were too blissed out to bother caring.
"Happy anniversary," Inasa greeted with a boyish grin as he hovered over Shouto.
"Happy anniversary." Shouto's lips curled into a charming smile. His arms wrapped around Inasa's neck as they shared a slow, sensual kiss.
"Did you like my gift?"
"So much, Shouto! You looked really delicious."
"Want me to do it again next time?"
"Really!?"
"If you want to."
"Of course!" Inasa beamed, chuckles echoing in the room and Shouto smiled just at the sight and sound of it.
Inasa ended up lying down with Shouto sprawled on his chest, sans his lingerie. The latter drew soothing circles on his chest, and Inasa was so soon to drifting to dreamland had he not remembered something very important.
"Shit!" Inasa shot up, sitting.
Shouto frowned. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and held Inasa's wrist. "Why? What's the matter?"
Inasa turned and pointed to the soiled, forgotten stuffed toy. "I need to wash Hitoshi. You came a lot on him, you know."
"Oh." Shouto nodded, and Inasa was about to go had not the former dragged him back. "Don't go."
"Huh?" Inasa furrowed his brows. "It—he might gain stains."
Shouto, for some reason, shook his head childishly. "I don't want you to go."
"Are you sure?" This was weird. Shouto was usually begging for his precious stuffed toys to be washed when dirtied, while nearly crying watching how his plushies drowned in soap water and hung on the clothesline. "If I don't wash him, you can't cuddle or sleep with him."
"Mmm," Shouto hummed, already pushing Inasa down the sheets.
Inasa reached to the side, towards the lines of plushies. "Okay. Who do you want to sleep with tonight? Nagisa, Nuriko, Belphie—"
"Just you." Shouto answered so quietly that Inasa almost missed it, but it still reached the elder's ear. He returned to his position and an armful of Shouto laid on his chest. "I only want Inasa."
Inasa's heart warmed and he wanted to scream in joy but all he uttered was a delighted "if you say so."
Inasa: 99999999, plushies: 2