I don't know what exactly came over me, but I suddenly had the need to need him more. My hands dragged through his hair, pressing him closer to me as our kiss became more passionate, more hungry. This was new, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest. But it was also exciting, every fibre of my body, every neurone in my brain not wanting this to end.
He did break the kiss, though, pushing himself slightly off me to look down at me. Both of us took in deep, gulping breaths to steady ourselves, to calm our minds. But mine would not calm, would not settle with him being so close.
His eyes flickered down to what I wore, recognition flaring in his eyes. 'Is that my sweatshirt?'
'Maybe,' I said between breaths, waiting with wild eyes for his reaction.
His eyes raked down me. I'd never felt so naked in my life. Once again, that nervous but excitable emotions flared in my chest, battled with one another. He finally looked back at me and I swear his eyes were an ocean swirling in a thunderstorm.
'Beautiful,' he whispered.
'What?' I blurted, blush no doubt rising ferociously on my cheeks.
'You're so beautiful.' Before I could respond, his lips were on mine again, pressing with the right amount of pressure that had me melting underneath him. One of his hands found my jaw again, gentle fingers dancing along it and causing me to gasp at the flightless feeling it gave me.
His tongue wasted no time in sweeping in as my mouth opened. I was a little shocked, and it was a little awkward. But I didn't not like the feeling of it. It was different. It was new. I wanted to experience everything different and new with him. His touch was euphoric and a moan that I had no time to be embarrassed about rung out of me.
I pressed him closer and he moaned too. It was a deep, rumbling sound that sent a warmth spreading through me. It was euphonic, a symphony to my ears.
Amidst the simultaneous chaos and calm that we were wrapped in, his other hand ran down my side, down my ribs and my hips. His fingers toyed with the end of my - his - sweatshirt before they dared slip under. My breath was completely taken away as I felt his fingers brush the exposed skin of my belly-
A harsh few knocks on my door caused us to break apart and still, fear replacing the fire that had been building between us.
'Y/N? Is Todoroki in there with you? It's dinner time, now.' Crap, it was Momo. I looked to Shoto, who looked at me with the same wide, fearful eyes.
'Y-Yes!' I called out, trying to calm my beating heart as the gravity of reality settled back in. 'H-He's here. Just... doing some homework together. Sorry, we'll be down soon.'
'You sound distressed,' Momo said, concern lacing her words. 'Are you okay?'
'I'm fine!' I replied in the highest pitched voice I'd ever spoken in.
'Real convincing,' Shoto murmured, watching me with a smug smirk as he still laid on top of me.
I stuck my tongue out at him and shoved him off onto the bed beside me, eliciting a soft 'oof' from him. I sat up straight and looked at the door as if it were open and Momo could see into my room. I was really glad she couldn't, though.
'Really. I'm good. We'll be down soon.'
After a moment of quiet, Momo finally responded, sounding a tad unconvinced. 'Okay... but I would hurry. We have guests tonight and they seem to be just as hungry as us. There might not be much left if you hang up here any longer.'
Guests? I hadn't heard about that. But I really didn't want her to hang around any longer. So I said instead, 'Okay. Sure thing. Thanks for letting us know, Momo.'

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Keeping You (Todoroki x Reader)
Fanfiction"Wait! I still have so many questions." I cried out. "Who are you? What's inside of me?" She smiled at me, holding out her hand, even as her torso began to fade away into nothing like the rest of her body. "I thought the question of what is inside...
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