Belong to You

by tigr3ss

Summary:

Creati is known for being a very resourceful hero, and she particularly excels in undercover missions. The Hero Public Safety Commission is well aware of that and pushes the boundaries of what's acceptable for a mission as they ask her to get into a villain's pants to get him to confess...Fortunately, Shouto's never far away, and once the mission is over, he has his own way of showing her his disapproval of said mission...

Notes:

• For FanatiiK.

This is a commissioned fic for FanatiiK. Thank you so much for commissioning me!

“Alright, take a seat at the bar,” Izuku’s voice said in Shouto’s earpiece. “You’ll be able to keep an eye on everything once she shows up.” 

 

Shouto didn’t respond as he sauntered towards the extravagant bar, ignoring the lascivious glances both from the women and men as he crossed the room. He clenched the jaw in annoyance, relaxing it immediately. He was there for a reason, a goal, or rather–his mission. 

 

The bartender appeared to be the only tolerable person in the room. He gave Shouto a look up and down. “What can I do for you, sir?” 

 

“Thank fuck he didn’t recognize you,” Katsuki’s voice sneered through the earpiece. “Didn’t think it was possible to hide all that ugly on your face, Todoroki–” 

 

“Whiskey,” Shouto smoothly replied as he placed his hand on the counter. 

 

“Coming right up,” The bartender replied, turning his back to Shouto. 

 

“At least act like you want to be there,” Katsuki scolded through the earpiece again, irritating Shouto. 

 

Turning around, Shouto scanned the room, if there was one word to describe the decor it would be excessive. But he supposed it fit the egos of the regulars here. 

 

Expensive, abrasive, and dirty. 

 

He didn’t savor the view, knowing if he looked too amazed he would definitely draw unwanted curiosity. He paid no mind to the hopeful glances of women who had lusted over him the moment he walked in. It was written all over their overly plastered makeup. 

 

“Here you go,” The bartender grunted, sliding the glass of whiskey at Shouto. 

 

Nodding in thanks, Shouto brought the glass to his lips, already smelling the strong alcohol as it filled his nose. 

 

If he was going to get through the night, he might as well drink to help him relax. 

 

 

“Are you considering sending her in there?” Shouto hissed. 

 

“It’s the best way to make him talk,” Izuku replied with an apologetic frown. “Sources say he is…quite keen with women.” 

 

“Meaning if we have Yaoyorozu bat her eyelashes at him she’ll probably even tell her his social security number in no time,” Katsuki added. 

 

“I don’t like it,” Shouto stubbornly muttered. 

 

“Of course you don’t,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “We all don’t like it.” 

 

“Find someone else,” Shouto demanded. 

 

“Shouto,” Momo said from beside him, a determined gaze though her voice was reassuring. “It’s necessary for the mission.” 

 

“I know. But why can’t we send in someone else?” Shouto sighed, not dismissing Momo’s reputation of how talented she was in undercover missions. 

 

“Well,” Izuku started as he brought up a few images of past relationships their target had. All of which resembled Momo’s exact physique. “Momo is his type.” 

 

“Wonderful–” 

 

“Shit–” 

 

Momo gave Shouto a glare, warning him to loosen up. Stubborn and a bit annoyed by the whole idea, he gave her a pout instead. 

 

“Let me see the photos again,” Momo said to Izuku. She shifted through the pictures of their target and his taste in women. She sighed, twirling a long, dark strand of her hair around her finger. “I guess I have to go blonde…” 

 

 

 

Tap, tap, tap. 

 

Shouto’s fingers drummed against the cool glass, shifting in place as he took a smooth swing of his drink. Grimacing slightly at the taste of the liquor. 

 

“Another?” The bartender asked, gesturing to his empty glass. 

 

“Please,” Shouto muttered, watching the man pour the amber whiskey. Sighing, he didn’t think twice about downing the alcohol. He welcomed the burn in the back of his throat, the bitterness and the slight buzz as a distraction. 

 

The mission was already pissing him off. 

 

And the bartender kept his drinks coming. 

 

Swirling the liquor in its glass, Shouto tried to ignore the giggles and squeaks of surprise behind him. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bottles behind the bar, almost scoffing at how ridiculous he looked. 

 

A scratchy dark brown wig and brown contacts. His scar was completely covered up with concealer. He was speechless at first, staring at his reflection in the mirror with a bittersweet feeling of ‘what if’.

 

His grip tightened on the glass, a small thin sheet of ice coated the bottom. “Tch,” Shouto whispered, shaking it off as he sipped the rest of his drink. His spot by the bar gave him the perfect view of the entire room while also being hidden enough to where he didn’t draw that much attention to himself. 

 

A loud applause and obnoxious laugh filled the room. In the center of the room a group of men sat with women draped over their laps. 

 

Like accessories. Trying to compete with another with having the most desirable women in their grasp.  

 

The men were as grandiose and slimy as villains could get. The women on their laps were trophies, even though they knew that.  

 

The women were only there for two things: money and sex. 

 

Shouto’s eyes glimpsed at the loudest man of the bunch. He wore a tacky cream colored suit that probably costs as much as Momo’s handbags. A few strands of thinning hair were gelled back, his poor attempt at a slicked back combover. 

 

Nicky Hill.

 

Easy to spot, easy to locate, Shouto thought to himself as he brought his glass to his lips. Hissing as the alcohol burned the back of his throat, he watched the man babble on about his latest, pointless purchase. 

 

The group hung on every little word–which was complete nonsense.

 

Shouto couldn't believe the man sitting a few feet away from him was a high profile leader of a particular villain group. Said group often gave the heroes quite the headache. 

 

Under the lavish hotel and ‘elite’ society, the heroes knew it as a facade. 

 

A facade to hide their business of importing quirk-boosting drugs into Japan. Everything pointed to them–but unfortunately the badstards were good–too good in fact that it made it difficult for the heroes to provide evidence. 

 

They were masters at saying a whole lot of nothing.

 

Nicky Hill bellowed with laughter, the crowd around him followed in suit. The fakeness in their eyes and smiles made Shouto frown, even the bitterness in his drink was more bearable than watching them. 

 

The mission was quite simple…get the man to talk.

 

Even if he didn’t like the plan, he was there for a reason. 

 

Unlike Momo, Shouto was only there for Plan B, just in case Plan A didn’t work. 

 

Plan A: Momo Yaoyorozu, or otherwise known as Hiromi.

 

And if it was all on cue–she finally stepped into the room. 

 

Shouto gulped, hiding his expression behind the glass as Momo strolled into the room. He didn’t have to recognize her for his gaze to be immediately drawn to her. 

 

She looked like she was the most expensive thing in the luxurious place. 

 

And not the Momo he’d come to love.

 

“All according to plan,” Izuku said in his earpiece.

 

Shouto was lucky that the peoples’ gazes didn’t linger on him for a second longer. Thankfully the bartender didn’t pry, only offering what he was entailed to do. Perhaps it was the alcohol and drugs mixed in their bloodstreams, he knew he would’ve been recognized in an instant even with the ugly wig on. 

 

Momo, however…was a whole different story.

 

Momo herself was already stunning, but her disguise as socialite Hiromi was a full one-eighty of who she really was. She took the whole breath of the room–which was a good and a bad thing. 

 

He watched as Momo kept the alluring stride, making sure that each poised step was effortless, anticipated by everyone watching. She’d sway her hips, the skin-tight, red sparkly dress giving the men a few moments of imagination when it’d ride up her thigh a centimeter higher. Her long, curly blonde hair looked luminous as she’d turned her head. 

 

It was then Shouto noticed Nicky Hill’s annoying laughter had stopped. His eyes glanced at the man, as his eyes were locked on Momo. They screamed desire, the way he licked his lips said hunger. 

 

Shouto scowled. 

 

It was what they wanted–every man in the room was instantly infatuated with the beautiful, tall woman with luscious blonde locks and piercing red gaze. 

 

Momo immediately caught the villain’s gaze. She was amazingly adept, Shouto had to remind himself that she was playing a character. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, the huge luxurious white fur coat dragged along the floor. The garment made her appear smaller–more appealing to the hungry men hoping to snatch her up. 

 

Every single piece of clothing, the hairstyle and makeup was meticulously planned to scream, Look at me! 

 

With a bored expression on her pretty face, Momo arched an eyebrow at a few men who tried to approach her. She turned her nose up at them, a sneer across her painted red lips as she waved them off dismissively. Her fur coat slipped a bit off her shoulders, revealing her bare back as she walked towards the bar. 

 

Hill shot up from his seat, adjusting the lapels of his suit and strode over to Momo. 

 

“Irresistible combover is on the move,” Katsuki jeered in Shouto’s earpiece. “Looks like you’ve got competition, Todoroki. Think the fatass has what it takes to snatch Momo–“ 

 

Shouto scoffed, bringing his drink to his lips again as cover. “I suggest we send Camie in as our next distraction. I think plenty of men would love to get familiar with her.” 

 

(Shouto didn’t mean it, he needed to get Katsuki to shut up).

 

Through the earpiece Shouto could hear Katsuki splutter in anger. “Listen here you little shit. You better take that back or else I’ll kill–“ 

 

“Stop fighting and focus! He’s making a move on Yaoyorozu!” Izuku scolded through the earpiece. Shouto could hear a slight scuffle between his friends earning a small smirk in victory over the blond. 

 

Shouto averted his eyes as she took a stop across from him. She impatiently drummed her sharp, flawless nails against the counter. The bartender looked up. “What would it be–”

 

”–negroni sbagliato,” Momo ordered in a snobbish tone. As the bartender quickly got her drink, Shouto caught her eyes. Behind the character, he saw the real Momo peaked through. She blinked once at him, as if she was reassuring him–scolding him even. Her eyes quickly darted to the glass in his hand before ripping her gaze away. 

 

Shouto looked down at his glass, noticing it was almost completely frozen. Taking a deep breath he reminded himself to calm down. He shifted in his seat, switching to grab the glass with his left side, sneakily melting the ice away.

 

Hill slammed his hand on the bar, surprising Momo. He leaned closer to her, an overconfident grin on his lips. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare a pretty lady like you.” 

 

Momo grinned, she batted her eyelashes at the man. “I don’t mind, sir. Especially if it’s from someone as manly as you are.” 

 

He smirked, biting his lip as he leaned closer, sliding his hand across the bar counter. “You seem to know what you like, miss.” 

 

She giggled, “I do.”

 

“What’s your name?” 

 

“Hiromi,” Momo replied, offering her hand to Hill. He arched an eyebrow and kissed the back of it. 

 

His touch lingering. 

 

“What is a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” He asked, smoothing over his sad excuse of a combover. He wasn’t a gentleman despite the tone, his eyes were glued on her cleavage–barely squeezing into the dress. 

 

Momo hummed, exaggerating a sip of her drink. The dirtbag kept his gaze on her breasts, angering Shouto. It seemed that it also got through to Momo. A slight twitch of her eyebrow and a bold move to cup his chin, forcing the man to look into her pretty gaze surprised both the villain and Shouto. 

 

“I’m here for curiosity,” Momo whispered, catching the man’s attention. “You look like a possibility for my curiosity, Mister…?” 

 

“I’ll tell you my name after you earned it,” The man smirked, snatching her hand away from his chin. He tilted his head in the direction of his group who were eagerly waiting. “Sit with me, I’ll show you a good time.” 

 

With a well practiced smile that would get any man weak at the knees was followed by, “Oh, yes please. It’s been awhile since a man showed me how to have fun.” 

 

“You’re in luck, my sweet bunny,” He grinned. He kept his grip on her hand as the other encircled her waist, He was smooth with it, slipping under her huge coat and pulled her closer. 

 

Momo gasped in surprise, giggling as she took a final sip of her drink and slammed it against the counter. She was whisked away from the man leaving Shouto angrier than before. 

 

“Yaoyorozu is better than I expected,” Izuku commented through the earpiece. “Say Todoroki…did you two, like, practice or something?” 

 

“Oh my fucking god,” Katsuki groaned in disgust. “Are you asking if they roleplay? You’re disgusting!” 

 

“I did not! You’re the one who implied it–“ 

 

“–why the fuck would you even ask something like that?” 

 

“Says the one who was teasing poor Todoroki! That’s his soon-to-be-wife–”

 

”You two shut the fuck up,” Shouto muttered as he glared daggers at the man. He watched as Hill plopped himself onto a chair, pulling Momo onto his lap. The group around him laughed as Momo got comfortable, stroking his chest as she hiked her thigh over his lap. 

 

Shouto clenched his fists, glaring at the villain’s hand on Momo’s hip. It shamelessly stroked her ass, squeezing it every so often. He’d know when he heard Momo’s fake gasp of excitement. He could see how uncomfortable she was. “I don’t know how much longer I can watch this,” Shouto admitted in a low tone. “His fucking hands are all over my fiancée.”

 

After an awkward silence, Izuku's voice rang in Shouto’s earpiece. “Stop pouting, Todoroki. He’s wrapped around her finger. He’ll start singing in no time.” 

 

“And if he does anything to her, we have full approval to beat his ass,” Katsuki smirked through the comms. 

 

“Really?” Shouto muttered, turning around on his stool to calm himself down. The thought of punching the scum’s face in was stimulating. 

 

“Huh? This is the first I’m hearing of this. What’s your source?” Izuku asked. 

 

“My source is I made it the fuck up!” 

 

That got a small, concealed chuckle out of Shouto. He shook his head and turned back to Momo. Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he kept his gaze on her, ready to protect her if anyone tried anything. 

 

Yet he knew Momo–he knew she was highly capable of getting what they needed. Despite the predicament she was in, he fully knew she would come out successful. 

 

He just had to trust her. 

 

Perhaps the selfish thoughts that lingered on the way her body looked in the seductive, revealing dress could get him through the night…

 

---

 

Momo glimpsed at Shouto from afar. Not even having to look at him, she knew he was beyond pissed. He was barely holding it together for the mission. There was a reason why they tried to avoid undercover missions that dealt with…such a direct approach toward the target. But alas, Shouto wouldn’t have anyone else as Momo’s backup except him. 

 

In a way it was sexy. 

 

Momo hid a grimace as Nicky’s hand slipped down the curve of her ass. She quickly reached up behind him, flashing him that same dazzling smile that got him red in the cheeks. “Now, now,” She purred, rubbing her hand against his chest. “How is a man like you so bold?” 

 

He grinned. “When I see something I like, I’m not afraid to make the first move.” His hand gripped at her waist, his hot breath on her collarbones. If Momo wasn’t playing a part, the mere scent of the man would’ve caused her to hurl right on him. 

 

After years of undercover experience, she knew how to correct herself. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear to hide the scowl of disgust on her face. “You sound like you have a lot of experience.” 

 

From across the room, she saw Shouto glaring at the man. 

 

Behave, her eyes scolded Shouto who only pouted in response. 

 

The man chuckled. “You can say I have a good eye for judgment.” 

 

How ironic, Momo snorted inwardly to herself. 

 

“You don’t say?” Momo batted her eyelashes. 

 

As the night wore on, the more impatient she got. She was usually a patient person, yet this man and his offensive touches made it near impossible for Momo to ignore. Yet, she knew why the Hero Commission personally assigned her on this mission—she knew how to get things done. 

 

She was close to getting him to confess–so close but not quick enough to follow up on that. Even he knew he almost slipped up, slipping his hands away from her body as he lit up a cigar. 

 

“You almost had him, Creati,” Izuku’s voice said through the comm. “Think of another way to get him to talk!” 

 

“What kind of dangerous work are you in?” Momo asked, pressing her body closer to his. She slipped off the fur coat on her shoulder, making sure to give him a full view of her cleavage. “I like a working man,” Momo whispered. 

 

That got the man smirked, overly confident. “A man like me can give you anything you want, babe.” He puffed smoke into the air, as if he was trying to seduce her. Momo was only disgusted by the smell. “I’m the only one in the business that has the balls to do what I do.” 

 

“What do you do?” Momo asked. 

 

“I get things people need,” He boasted with another puff of his cigar. “And they pay me in return.” 

 

“What kind of things?” She tried. 

 

“It doesn’t concern a pretty thing like you,” Was his quick reply, as if he was well-versed in that type of questioning. 

 

Luckily for her, it didn't seem to bother him, he was more focused on Momo's body pressed up against his, the lingering hands now creeping towards her inner thigh and not to mention the disgusting thing poking against her bottom.

 

Momo had dealt with scumbags like him before, but never was she this close. Never was she able to manage his hands, touching her in places where only Shouto had. It was off limits–yet it was the only way…

 

She glanced at the pile of candy on the table. Amidst the cigars and cigarettes, ashtrays, forgotten glasses of alcohol, pieces of what Momo could correctly assume drug laced candies strewn about. From what she gathered, a few women accompanying the men sitting around them popped a couple in their mouths before getting whisked away.

 

“Hey, boss!” A lackey called. “We’re going down to the club. Come with us!” 

 

Taking his distraction as the best opportunity, Momo grabbed a candy, unwrapped it, and quickly popped it into her mouth. Almost immediately she could taste the drugs laced into it. Fighting a grimace, she swished it between her teeth, suddenly feeling her body turn hot. A blush on her face and the slight dampness in between her legs made it easy for her to conclude…

 

It’s a damn aphrodisiac, Momo inwardly hissed. She sure hoped it wasn’t a certain type out of the two they’ve classified. 

 

The man smirked, puffing the last few hits of the cigar then leaned over to put it out. He held Momo on his lap, waving off the men. “Listen baby, how about you come with me? Change of scenery.” 

 

Momo pouted, one hand gripped the man’s chin. Her lips hovered over his cheeks while her hand slipped down his stomach. She refused to touch his crotch. 

 

Thank god for the drugs because if not for it she would’ve thrown up right then and there. “I have a better idea,” She whispered in a sultry voice. “How about a change of scenery where it’s just you…” She slipped her fingers into her mouth and held the candy in between her pointer and thumb. The man was so taken aback by her that he didn’t fully register her forcing the candy (rather roughly) in between his lips. “…and me?” 

 

Hill grinned, his eyes turned a shade darker with lust as his hand clumsily slipped up her inner thigh. “Of course. If the lady wants to continue the conversation in private, who am I to turn away?”

 

“Boss?” The lackey asked.

 

”Fuck off,” He snapped. 

 

Momo got up as he stood, hoping to get a second of space away from him, but she was pulled back to his side. His arm around her waist was almost possessive, showing her off like a trophy. “Don’t disturb us.” He demanded with a glare as he dragged Momo out of the club. 

 

Momo kept up the fake giggles, allowing him to keep his arm around her. She humored him with fake mews of arousal of excitement when his hand grabbed two handfuls of her ass. 

 

She resisted the urge to slap him. 

 

Once they got to the elevator, she gasped when he pressed her up against the door. Momo’s body still felt hot, but it wasn’t throbbing with desire for the disgusting man, sucking on her neck. 

 

No…It was for Shouto.

 

Before the elevator doors closed, she caught a glimpse of her beloved, with a look that could kill. For a selfish moment that left her feeling guilty—she couldn’t focus on anything other than the thought of Shouto fucking her.

 

---

 

Shouto’s heart raced with adrenaline, almost unable to keep still as he watched Momo slip the candy from her mouth to the villain’s. His blood boiled the longer he watched her get progressive, bolder and suggestive with her touches. 

 

“Of course. If the lady wants to continue the conversation in private, who am I to turn away?”

 

His jaw clenched as he watched Hill pull Momo along with him and towards the exit. The breathy moans and fake giggles from Momo were hard to endure, but it was even more unbearable to imagine what the scumbag was doing to her. 

 

“Ah! You’re not shy, aren’t you?” Momo’s voice said through Shouto’s earpiece. 

 

“It’s hard to keep my hands off of someone as sexy as you,” The man huffed followed by another squeal. “You want me, don’t you?” 

 

“I can’t wait,” Momo replied. 

 

Shouto couldn’t stand it. 

 

He shot up from his seat at the bar, he threw down a couple bills for his drinks and in the most calm way possible, strode across the room. Straight ahead, Momo was still being pulled by the scumbag, her voice was clearly uncomfortable—but to the bastard she was enjoying it. 

 

Before the double doors to the club closed, Shouto pushed it open. The hallway had a few stragglers who were either too focused on making out with their partner or already with their pants down. 

 

“Disgusting,” Shouto muttered as he kept a good distance from them. He was close enough to hear the elevator doors ring. As it opened, Momo’s genuine gasp of surprise alerted Shouto. He picked up his pace, quick enough to Momo pushed up against the wall as the man sucked on her neck. As soon as the elevator doors closed, with a clenched jaw he aggressively pressed the button. “I’m going to kill that fucker.” 

 

“Calm down, Todoroki! I know you’re upset but let Momo get a confession out of him first!” Izuku reminded him with an even but panicked tone. 

 

“Then you can fuck him up!” Katsuki added with a hint of excitement in his tone. “Smash that perv’s teeth in!” He said as the next lift opened. Shouto stepped inside, pulling at his tie as he pressed the Floor Nine button. 

 

---

 

“I’ve had my eyes on you ever since you walked into the room,” Hill panted as he roughly threw Momo onto the bed. She bit her lip, propping herself up on her elbows as he started to undo his tie. “The way you walked said you wanted me too.”

 

Her eyes darted to the door, praying that Shouto was nearby. Things were going as smoothly as possible—yet she dreaded having to take things further. Her mind snapped back to focus when Hill’s hands started to wander up her sides. 

 

She let out a fake moan of pleasure. “Can you make me yours?” 

 

“I fucking want to,” He breathed, his breath against her skin making it crawl. “To have a woman as sexy as you on my arm? Everyone will know you belong to the boss.” 

 

Momo blinked, throwing her head back trying to hide her grimace as he started to kiss down her clothed stomach. That’s right, dumbass. Keep talking about yourself! Momo thought to herself. She playfully kicked him off of her, causing him to stumble back. 

 

She sent him a seductive grin, swaying her hips as she pushed out her chest. “The boss?” Her face changed to dumb innocence. “Boss of what?”

 

The man grinned, hands lingering on her ankles. “You know, baby. I think it’s better the less you know about me.” 

 

Momo pouted, both as a facade and as an actual representation of her frustration. “I wanna know,” She whined. “Big boss of what? I wanna know how big of a man you are when you fuck me.” 

 

That got the most disgusting, triumphant grin out of the man. He pulled her down the bed, her dress riding up her thighs, barely covering her panties as he crawled up her body. Momo bit her lip to hide a grimace, refused the urge to kick him in the balls as he squeezed her breasts. 

 

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you? You little slut,” He panted, grinding his erection into her. “Whenever someone asks you who your man is, tell them my name.”

 

“Your name?” Momo blinked. 

 

“When they hear my name they know I’m the single most important brain behind the biggest hotel in Japan right now,” He kissed her neck. “The fucking feds are cocksuckers. The amount of quirk-boosting drugs I can get past them without a sniff of suspicion.”

 

Bingo, Momo grinned, her facade slowly fading away. Her body stiffened under him, her knees shut closed as she propped herself up on her elbows. Sensing the change, Hill stopped his kisses, he sat up and looked at her with a frown. “Why you actin’ like that?” 

 

“Like what?” Momo said, kicking him rather roughly away from her. Luckily he was too horny to register it initially. 

 

“Ah, you into that kind of shit, huh?” He smirked. 

 

“No,” Momo hummed, her eyes drifting to the figure behind him. Her hands ran up her body briefly, reminding her that the lust drug was still in her system. It was only when she saw Shouto emerge from the darkness she finally concluded, “Just glad the lust-induced drug I took was type two.” 

 

“Type two?” The man asked, confused. “What the fuck are you—“

 

Before the man could finish his sentence, Shouto took a step into the light. With a swift, powerful blow to the back of the head, her lover knocked out Hill. The man’s eyes rolled back into his head and dropped rather roughly onto the luxurious hotel room carpet floor. 

 

Momo bit her lip, trying to reel in the fact she was horny for Shouto while the high profiled villain laid face down on the ground. She gulped, pushing away the thoughts as Shouto offered her his hand. “Did he hurt you?” He asked. 

 

“No,” she replied as she took his hand and stood up. She clung onto him, his hands running up and down her body to check for injuries “I’m okay, Shouto. Really.”

 

She could feel Shouto’s blood boiling, the little embers puffing out of his left side followed by a cool hiss of ice escaping his lips told her all that she needed to know. She frowned, her hand gently rubbing his arm. “Shouto—“

 

”Good job, guys,” Izuku suddenly said from the doorway. She didn’t realize him, Katsuki, and Denki as they entered the room. 

 

“Kaminari?” Momo asked, greeting her friend for the first time that night, “What are you doing here?” 

 

“I rounded up the lackeys in the club,” The blond shrugged. “I was lurking in the background.”

 

Izuku walked over to the unconscious man, tilting his head to the side. “Restrain him before he wakes up.” He ordered a few policemen standing by. 

 

“Yes sir,” Two of them replied as they cuffed the man. As they pulled him onto his feet, Katsuki grimaced as Denki let out a laugh. 

 

“Look at that, the fucker is still hard!” Denki laughed, holding his stomach as the police drug the man out of the hotel room. “Man, Momo. You really worked your magic on the sad fucker didn’t—ow!” 

 

He earned a shove in the ribs by Katsuki. The blond muttered, “Shut the fuck up, blondie.” 

 

“You’re blond too!” Denki angrily whispered back. Katsuki tilted his head in the direction of Shouto. 

 

Momo had barely paid attention to their conversation. With her mind still fogged over by the drug, she was mainly concerned about how angry Shouto still looked. He refused to look at their friends, his two quirks reacting in response to his annoyance.

 

Despite the success of the mission, she felt terrible for her boyfriend. If roles were reversed, she knew she probably wouldn’t have lasted a minute throughout the whole mission if a woman had her hands all over her man. 

 

Momo’s friends concluded she was even more prone to get jealous.

 

“All I know is I’m not going to miss that fucker,” Katsuki commented, snapping Momo out of it. He caught Momo’s pleading gaze, immediately realizing what the look meant. 

 

Thankfully, Izuku noticed it, too. “Well, Kacchan and I will start on the paperwork.” He tilted his head in the direction to the exit, catching his friends’ attention. “You should start it too, Kaminari.” 

 

“Uh, oh yeah. Sure thing,” Denki nodded as he followed the two out of the room. He gave Momo a goofy, lopsided grin and a wave. “Take your time, you guys. You both worked hard tonight.” 

 

The couple was left in the middle of the hotel room with a few policemen scurrying about, taking photos and snooping around. Shouto hadn’t said anything yet, his hands in his pockets as he looked out the window. 

 

”Shouto?” Momo asked, taking a step closer to him. She rubbed his arm. “What’s the matter?” 

 

Shouto clicked his tongue in annoyance. It wasn’t a good sign, she knew it. “What if I wasn’t here? What if he needed more convincing?” He sighed in frustration, running his hand through his hair. “What if you had to—?”

 

Momo cupped his chin, forcing his eyes to look into hers. “You know Bakugou and Midoriya wouldn’t follow through with it.” She gently kissed the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t dare do that to myself either.” 

 

Shouto frowned. “The Hero Commission would say otherwise.” 

 

Sensing a few people eavesdropping around them, Momo gave Shouto a shy smile. She took his hand, catching his gaze as she brought his hand to her hip. “Help me get out of this dress.” 

 

Shouto arched an eyebrow, glaring at a policeman who stopped in his tracks, a bit taken back by Momo’s boldness. His blush of embarrassment was quickly hidden as he kept himself busy. The worker knew to not get on the Number Three top hero’s nerves. 

 

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Momo was provided with a five-star hotel nearby by the Hero Commission. She recalled Shouto scoffing at how they were trying to compensate knowing their Number Three Pro Hero wasn’t too happy with it. Alas, no matter how the mission ended, she wasn’t going to let it go to waste. 

 

Shouto hadn’t said much about the short trip there, the small frown and annoyed furrow of his brow didn’t change either. He sat on the huge, king sized bed, pulling at his tie as he slipped off the suit jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair. 

 

Blame it on the lust drug or simply how handsome he looked in a well-fitted suit–Momo’s mind was running wild with desire. She took a spot at the desk, shamelessly eyeing him up.

 

Shouto grumbled something under his breath, an icy breath filling the air as he undid the cuff links. He then moved to his shirt, popping open a few buttons to reveal his chest underneath the silk fabric. 

 

With a few logical and reasonable brain cells left, Momo reminded herself why her fiancé was upset. “Shouto,” she said in a soft voice. 

 

Looking up, he didn’t stop undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

 

“Thank you,” Momo smiled. “You kept your promise to be there for me, to protect me.” 

 

Shotuo sighed as he unfastened the last of the buttons, the shirt revealing his defined abs. Momo licked her lips. “I will always protect you, you know that.” 

 

She hummed, “Without a doubt in my mind…” Her eyes caught his gaze, still swirling with irritation. Not at her, but at what the Hero Commission did again. Putting her right at the foot of danger, something they’ve come to expect when it came to the Number Seven Pro Hero. 

 

But it was something Shouto hated.

 

“Baby,” Momo said in a soft voice that made Shouto weak in the knees. “Everything I did was only to get him to talk.” 

 

“I know, baby,” Shouto exhaled through his nose as he brushed back his bangs. “You were only doing your job.” 

 

“Then why are you still upset?” Momo carefully asked. 

 

Shouto’s jaw clenched. “I hated the way he was looking at you. I wish I could’ve wiped off that  smug, privileged smirk on his face.” 

 

“Privileged?” 

 

“He thought he could touch you as much as he wanted,” He looked at her with lustful eyes. “I don’t want anyone touching you like that–only I can.” She felt her cheeks start to burn. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to create some sort of friction. “Yeah?” She breathed. 

 

His eyes darted to her thighs. He smirked and sat on the bed, his legs spread apart slightly giving her a full view of his erection. “The look in your eyes, kitten. Have you been waiting all night to fuck me?” 

 

His voice was soft like honey but rich like velvet. His eyes, so intense as if it demanded her to submit. 

 

Momo nodded, lips parted slightly. “Like you said…I’m yours.” 

 

“How are you mine?” Shouto teased, tilting his head to the side. 

 

She bit her lip and slowly stood up. Her movements were slow, making sure his eyes never left her hands. She pulled back the fur coat revealing her dress, clinging onto every curve of her body. She peeled back the long skirt of the garment, revealing her long, smooth leg. 

 

“You’re the only one I think about touching me,” Momo said, her eyes on his as she slipped off her panties. The black lace undergarment pooled around her heels. Bending to pick it up, she threw it aside, her juices glistening against the fabric. With a smirk she started to slip off her fur coat. “The only one who can make me so wet when I think about your cock—“

 

“Stop,” He ordered, the coat only slipped off her shoulder. She frowned. “Keep it on.” Shouto beckoned her over with his finger. “Come here.” 

 

Momo smiled, almost jumping with ridiculous happiness. The same type of giddiness she had knowing she was going to get a good fucking by her man. She crossed the room and immediately dropped down to her knees in between his legs.

 

Shouto hurried to unfasten his buckle while she unzipped his pants. She greedily slipped off his underwear and pants in a swift motion, moaning in pleasure as his cock throbbed. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base and stroking him lightly. 

 

She gasped in surprise as Shouto firmly grabbed her chin, bringing her lips to his to passionately kiss her. Momo giggled, pleasure coursing through her body as he guided her lips to the head of his cock. “Get to work,” He huskily said.

 

Kissing along the base and up his length, Momo took his cock into her mouth. She gagged a bit, surprised when he thrusted into her mouth. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, head bobbing up and down. 

 

Shouto was already hard the moment he saw the look in Momo’s eyes. She wanted him, and only him. Not only did it make him feel better about the whole thing, it solidified one thing—

 

“Get this fucking wig off of you,” Shouto interrupted his own thoughts as he pulled off the blonde hairpiece. He threw it off to the side, as if it offended him. 

 

The pout on his face caused Momo to look up, releasing his cock with an amused smile. “You don’t like me as a blonde?”

 

“I prefer your beautiful dark hair,” He answered truthfully, raising an eyebrow as her short hair. No longer with her long, dark tresses, instead it fell short above her shoulders. Sensing Momo waiting for him to say something about her haircut. He kissed her sweetly. “I don’t have anything to hold onto when I fuck you from behind.” 

 

Momo’s pussy quivered. “Nobody can fuck you as good as you.” 

 

Before Momo could reply, he pulled her onto her feet and effortlessly picked her up bridal style. Their lips locked, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths as he walked over to the bed. Shouto threw onto the bed, without much regard for gentleness. 

 

There were plenty of nights where his sweet murmurs would make her feel like the only woman in the world. Where his attentiveness would have her quivering at the palm of his hand. Whereas most times she got that Shouto, this time, however, wasn’t what she wanted. 

 

She wanted that animalistic side of him, selfishly reminding her how much she belonged to him. 

 

Shouto crawled up her body, kissing her neck as his hands ravaged her. He slipped his long fingers into her slit, gasping against her skin. “You're so wet for me already?”

 

Momo whimpered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it to her pussy again, eager for his touch. “Touch me, please. Please, Shouto.”

 

He lined himself against her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick. He slowly entered her, both of them moaning in unison as her pussy walls adjusted to his thick length. 

 

The skirt of her dress hiked up her thighs, her fur coat pooling around her. Her body felt hot. She pushed off the sleeves of her coat, leaving it under her as she struggled to pull off her dress.

 

Shouto had a better idea—or an easier way to get rid of it. 

 

The fact he didn’t move frustrated Momo, she tried to buck her hips to get him to thrust. She snapped out of her lustful state when she felt his hands start to tear at her beautiful dress. He ripped it off easily down the middle and threw it off to the side. 

 

Shouto didn’t give her time to speak, passionately kissing her as his hips started to thrust into her. His pace was fast, controlled and tantalizing as the last. It caused her to quiver under him, her fingernails dug into his biceps and eyes rolled back into her head. 

 

Her body arched, her breasts bounced and mews of pleasure filled his ears. 

 

Shouto was acting selfishly that night, he acted immature and almost allowed his emotions to ruin an important mission. 

 

It wasn’t reasonable, it was ridiculous. 

 

But fuck—

 

With the sight of Momo under him, legs locked behind his back, moans that begged him to continue fucking her intoxicated him in a way never before. It was like a drug to him, so sweet and addicting. 

 

“Shouto!” Momo sobbed in pleasure, her hand reaching out for him, needily pouting for a kiss. 

 

She knew he got jealous easily. She knew how possessive he was when it came to her. She never did things like this on purpose to spite him. But whenever the situation calls for her to remind the world why Creati was a great hero, Shouto couldn’t help but feel that love and pride for her. 

 

“All mine,” Shouto muttered when her small plea for a kiss interrupted his thoughts again. He leaned down to kiss her, this time his lips soft and delicate against hers. It was quite the contrast to how hard he fucked her, the bed rattling under them made it evident.

 

Momo’s mind was blank, her body acting on its own, a response she’s come to let wild. Shouto’s cock felt amazing inside of her, hitting her sweet spots. The lust drug wasn’t as strong as it was before so the raw emotion and desire she felt for Shouto was her own love. It created a red hot coil behind her abdomen that ran up her body, through her fingers and toes. 

 

Her eyes slowly fluttered open when she felt Shouto’s fingers around her neck. He very gently squeezed her throat, his lips hovered over her jaw, breathing a mixture of warm and cool as he whispered, “Every part of you belongs to me.”

 

”—yes!” Momo breathed, locking gazes with him. 

 

He started to kiss along her neck, his hands traveled from her hips, up her waist, to her breasts. He squeezed them, bringing a nipple to his mouth, swirling his tongue and his finger flicked the other. 

 

Another wave of wetness pools in the middle of her legs. 

 

He nibbled her ear, lips barely touching her. “Only I can touch you, kiss you, and fuck you like this. Understand?” 

 

“Y-yes,” Momo meekly muttered. 

 

Shouto stopped his thrusts, almost ripping an uncharacteristic whine from Momo. She pouted, eyes snapping open in annoyance. “What was that?” He teased, pulling out of her. 

 

Momo locked her legs behind his back, making it impossible for him to pull out. She reached up, grabbing his hand and brought his fingers to her mouth. She sucked on his pointer and middle finger. “I-I understand,” She quickly replied. 

 

“Good girl,” Shouto smirked. He intertwined their hands together, pinning one of her hands above her head. His thrusts were hard enough that Momo somehow realized her head was now against the headboard, bumping into it every so often with each stroke. He kept his eyes on her, watching how her face twisted in pleasure. 

 

Satisfied, Shouto closed his eyes, allowing the pleasure take over him, the animalistic urge to continue fucking her. 

 

Momo, however, took the time to sneakily catch a glimpse of how sexy he looked. Her chest fluttered with love. She reached up to cup his cheek. “You will always be my first and my last, Shouto.” 

 

Shouto smirked, kissing her again. “Are you ready to cum?” 

 

Momo nodded, her brows furrowing in pleasure. “Yes. I’m so close, Shouto.” 

 

Shouto pulled out of her and quickly turned her onto her stomach. Momo gasped when he pulled her hips up and entered her swiftly. The new angle always did the trick with sending her over the edge. She reached behind her, fingers gripping around his wrist as she tried to hold back a few moans. 

 

“Let me hear you moan,” Shouto ordered, pulling at her arms so her back was flush against his chest. He reached around to rub her clit, helping her over the edge. “Tell me what you need.”

 

“I need your cum inside of me! Please fuck me harder. Let me know I belong to you,” Momo gasped when he roughly pushed her onto the bed. She tightly bunched the fur coat under her, biting into her lip as Shouto’s thrusts got faster. 

 

“Cum for me first,” Shouto moaned, throwing his head back as his own orgasm was near. He grabbed her hair, pulling her back to nibble at her neck. “Cum!” 

 

Momo whimpered, her walls clenching onto his cock and vision turning fuzzy. It was then she realized she was crying, a wave of emotions rushing through her with an intense orgasm on the cusp of it. With his command setting her off, Momo felt her legs start to shake, her thighs soaked and the unmeasurable pleasure coursing through her body. 

 

It wasn’t long before a few more thrusts from Shouto triggered his orgasm. She felt a few shots of his cum shoot inside of her. Then suddenly, he pulled out of her. “Fuck!” He hissed as his cum shot all over her back. 

 

Momo hummed, drunk in the aftermath of her orgasm. She laid like that for a few moments, trying to collect herself. 

 

A sweet kiss to her shoulder caused Momo to blink. She tiredly looked over her shoulder catching a sweet smile on Shouto’s face. There was no trace of the absolute animal that fucked her moments ago. 

 

Seems like he got it out of his system, Momo inwardly laughed to herself. 

 

“Hold still,” Shouto said, this time without a demanding tone like earlier. He seemed to have fetched a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess he made of her back. 

 

Once clean, Momo rolled onto her back. She lovingly watched as Shouto sat on the edge of the bed. He playfully pulled at her ankle, bringing her closer. With her feet on his lap, he slipped on her heels, placing a kiss on each leg. 

 

He tugged at the fur coat under her. She didn’t budge at first, too exhausted to even lift her hips up. “Momo, we need to get it cleaned.” 

 

“Why?” Momo mumbled. 

 

“You came all over it,” Shouto bluntly said, smiling at how her cheeks reddened. Momo didn’t think much of something hard grazing along her back. 

 

Shouto gathered the stained fur coat and threw it in the corner. Not catching the faint static sound coming from the garment. 

 

Momo frowned, noticing parts of her beautiful dress in pieces. “I was hoping to bring that outfit home.” 

 

Shouto shrugged, “It was in the way.” 

 

“You’re mean, Shouto Todoroki,” Momo teased with a playful glare. 

 

He chuckled, crawling up the bed. His hands opened her legs again, fingers caressing her inner thighs. Momo’s eyes went to his cock, it was still rock hard. She blinked and licked her lips. 

 

“I can make it up to you,” Shouto offered. 

 

It was her turn to smirk. “You do know, don’t you? You know I love it when you fuck me like that.” 

 

“Like what?” He asked, head tilting to the side as he brought her leg over his shoulder. 

 

Momo bit her lip. Using her leg against his shoulder, he pushed him onto the bed. With his back against the mattress, she straddled him, reached behind her and slowly sank onto his length. “You are a possessive lover…In a good way—“ She gasped when all of him was inside of her “—great actually.” 

 

Shouto moaned. His hands on her hips as she started to move. “Interesting way to put it.” 

 

Momo intertwined her fingers into the damp strands of his hair. “What if I said it in a different way?” 

 

“Oh?” 

 

“Make every part of me yours…” Momo mumbled against his lips. Her breath tickled his cheeks as she moved her hips against his. “…and I will make sure to remind you I will always love you, completely.” 

 

Shouto looked into her eyes. Momo stopped for a moment to admire how beautiful the gray and blue gaze truly was. Gone the dark lust, instead replaced with passion. 

 

He surprised her when he rolled them over. With him on top again, he sent her a victorious smirk. He resumed the position he initiated earlier, bringing one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to sink further into her. 

 

Leaning down, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and whispered into her ear, “Let me take care of it.” 

 

---

 

A faint, static sound cried out under the massive fur coat. The stressed out, disgusted voice managed to break free. 

 

Yet the couple didn’t hear a thing. 

 

“Oi! Todoroki! Yaoyorozu! Please!” The voice begged as if it was in pain, but really it was a desperate plea. “I can hear everything! Everything! Your fucking earpiece is still connected to mine!” Katsuki screamed. “Stop it! I swear to god!” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I can never say no to TodoMomo smut. Put them in an undercover mission with tension? Sign me up!

There are two types of lust drugs (in my head): 1) makes user horny and they have no preference on who they get their relieve from 2) makes user horny but they ONLY want the person who has their heart (Which is the one Momo took)

Anyone get the villain name btw? (If you love mobster movies then I think you’d see who I named him after lol)