My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🌟🍋 Kisses (Toga x Fem!Reader)

*♡request for MEHLIKEMHA♡*

You couldn't help but be drawn to her. The soft fabric of her pajama pants gently clung to her thighs, while the hem of her oversized t-shirt had ridden up just enough to expose the smooth curve of her stomach. Temptation surged, and you couldn't resist the pull to tease. Slowly, you stepped forward, the floorboards creaking beneath your weight as you closed the distance.

"What are you doing?" Toga's voice was a mix of surprise and amusement, her eyes fluttering open to find you hovering above her.

"Just admiring the view," you murmured, a smirk playing on your lips as your fingertips traced the delicate line of her waistband. She squirmed under your touch, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks.

Her breath hitched as your hand slipped under her shirt, caressing the warm, bare skin of her stomach. You could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the tension coiling in the air between you. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against her neck as you whispered, "Do you want me to kiss you here?"

Toga nodded, a soft whine escaping her lips as you pressed a gentle kiss just below her navel. You felt her stomach muscles tighten in anticipation, her body begging for more. But you had other plans. Instead of giving in, you dragged your teeth along the sensitive flesh, smiling against her skin as she squirmed and gasped.

"Y-yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire.

You chuckled darkly, pulling away to look into her pleading eyes. "What's the magic word?"
Lost in her thoughts, Toga didn't notice you until the warmth of your breath brushed her neck. She startled, a soft gasp escaping her lips, but soon relaxed into your presence, a gentle sigh escaping her.

"T-this isn't funny, you know..." She murmured, her voice a blend of mock irritation and growing desire. But the tremble in her voice was anything but fake.

"I'm not laughing," you whispered against her skin, your breath sending shivers down her spine. Your hands roamed upwards, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. You could feel her nipples harden against your palms, and you gave them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan from her. "But if you really want me to continue, you'll have to ask nicely."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her bottom lip. "P-please," she managed, the word coming out as a breathy plea.

With a wicked smile, you decided it was time to give her what she wanted-sort of. You slid your hand down her body, tracing the line of her pajama pants until you reached the apex of her thighs. You felt the heat emanating from her, and she grew wetter with every second that passed. But instead of slipping inside, you gently tapped her clit with your index finger, watching her face contort in a silent scream of pleasure and frustration.

"Beg for it," you murmured, your voice low and husky.

Toga's eyes snapped open, and she stared at you with a mix of desperation and determination. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need it."

You leaned in closer, your nose brushing against hers as you spoke, your voice a seductive promise. "Tell me exactly what you want, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give it to you."

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with every shallow breath. "I...I want your mouth," she finally managed to say, her voice hoarse with need.

With feather-light kisses, you began to trace a trail down to the waistband of her pants, feeling the warmth radiating from her body, and her pulse quicken under your fingertips. She squirmed slightly, a silent invitation for you to continue.

As you reached the button of her pajamas, you paused, looking up at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Are you sure you can handle it?" you teased, enjoying the way her eyes widened with excitement.

"I... I can," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Your fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, the sound echoing through the quiet room. You slid them down her hips, exposing her black lace panties, already damp with anticipation. You didn't waste any time, placing a soft kiss on the fabric-covered mound before slowly peeling them off.

Her bare skin was hot to the touch, and you couldn't resist the urge to run your nose along her inner thigh, feeling the goosebumps form as you approached the promised land. She smelled faintly of sweet vanilla and something uniquely hers-an intoxicating scent that made you want to devour her whole.

"Tell me," you murmured against her skin, your breath sending shivers through her body. "What do you want me to do?"

"Y-you know," she stuttered, her eyes fluttering shut. "I-I want you to-"

You silenced her with a firm, yet gentle press of your fingers against her lips. "Say it," you whispered, your eyes burning with desire as you met her gaze. "I want to hear it."

"I want your mouth... on me," she finally managed to say, her voice a desperate whimper.

With a smirk, you obliged, replacing your fingers with your warm, wet mouth. You kissed her softly, teasingly, not yet giving in to the hunger you both felt. The taste of her was exquisite. You felt Toga's legs tense around you, her body begging for more, but you remained in control, placing feather-light pecks along her slit, driving her wild.

"P-please," she whined, her hips bucking upwards in an attempt to force your mouth to give her the pressure she craved.

You chuckled, the vibration against her clit sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Patience," you reminded her, your breath tickling her sensitive skin.

You waited a moment, watching the desperation grow in her eyes, before finally giving in. Your tongue delved into her folds, exploring every inch of her with slow, deliberate strokes. She was so wet, so ready for you. Her juices coated your mouth, the sweet taste of her desire making your own body ache with need.

Toga's hands flew to your hair, her grip tightening as she pulled you closer, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of your tongue. You felt her body tense, the beginnings of an orgasm building, but you didn't let her climax-not yet.

Pulling away, you looked up at her, a smug smile playing on your lips. "What was that word?" you asked, your voice a low purr.

Her eyes snapped open, a mix of frustration and lust swirling within them. "More," she begged, her voice raw and needy.

That was all you needed to hear. You plunged your tongue back into her, the sound of her moans and the wetness of her sex spurring you on. You flicked and swirled, pressing harder, until she was trembling beneath you, her legs shaking with the effort to hold back.

The room was filled with the sweet sound of her gasps and the wet sounds of your mouth on her, and it was all you could do to keep from losing yourself in her. But you held on, savoring every second, watching her closely as the pleasure built within her.

Her breath hitched, her nails digging into your scalp, and you knew she was on the edge. You could feel her body tighten, ready to shatter, and with one final, firm flick of your tongue, she did. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, her body convulsing as she called out your name.

As she rode the peak, you continued to kiss and suck, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she collapsed back onto the couch, spent and satisfied. Only then did you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking up at her with a knowing smile.

"Was that what you wanted?" you asked, your voice still husky with lust.

Toga nodded, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Yes," she breathed, her chest heaving with every breath. "That was... incredible."

You leaned over, placing a soft kiss on her thigh, leaving a trail of warmth as you moved up to capture her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Now, for the main event," she murmured against your lips, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She sat up, reaching for the remote and selecting a classic slasher flick from the streaming menu. The TV flickered to life, casting eerie shadows across the room as the opening credits rolled.

You settled back onto the couch, your arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Toga nestled into your side, her head resting on your shoulder, one hand playing idly with the hem of your shirt. The cool evening air made the warmth of your bodies even more inviting, creating a cocoon of intimacy between you.

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