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Lani POV:

"Alright, so...seducing a woman." I said to Shouto, rubbing the back of my neck.

He glanced at me with his usual unreadable look, leaving me to wonder what the hell he was thinking about all of this.

"I figured we could start with the basics." I shrugged, sitting up straight and making things up as I went along. "You know, first date type of stuff."

And while Shouto's never been the biggest fan of publicity training, I couldn't help but notice his expression about going on dates with other women was more displeased than usual, giving another nod of agreement just to appease me. He clearly has something on his mind right now. His own thoughts, and I'd kill to know what they are. But...

I'm not supposed to be his friend. And definitely not supposed to be anything more. It's time to actually treat him like a colleague. To ignore his feelings and focus on the work.

I sighed wistfully and took a drink of my wine, trying to clear away the hot air. "So when you and your ex went out, how did your dates usually go?" I asked, trying to get a feel for the type of 'lady killer' Shouto was.

"Um. Fine, I guess." He reflected on his past with so much neutrality. "I...well, I can't really remember many of them."

My brows raised in surprise at his honesty. He dated this gorgeous woman for two years and he can't remember a single date?

"Oh. Did you guys ever display affection?" I asked a little more curiously, trying to imagine Shouto as a boyfriend. "Did you kiss a lot?"

I imagine they did. Shouto seems to enjoy being touched, or he does when I touch him. His hugs...his hand in mine...god, the way his eyes looked at me today when he first saw me-

"Only when she made me." He said honestly, causing me to cringe in a little pity for his ex.

Answers like that aren't uncommon when there's a messy breakup with some bad blood. But, Shouto's slamming her without even trying. He truly gives the impression he didn't give two fucks about his past relationship. And, considering how touchy the two of us have become, I guess I'm a little surprised he acts like he didn't enjoy touches from the woman he used to date. Especially when she was such a beauty.

"Damn." I whistled at his ruthlessness. "Okay, well I'm just going to give you...a few pointers to keep in mind for your next date."

"With....with a....stranger..." He almost clarified, looking down at the table.

"Yes. With a stranger." I uttered softer, before the space between us went quiet.

I popped out of my chair quickly to break the weird tension and slid around the perimeter of the tiny table until I was directly next to Shouto instead of across from him, dropping it and sitting back down. "Alright, so. There's three simple things I want you to remember when it comes to women, Shouto. Eyes. Lips. Hands."

Giving his knee a gentle pat, he scooted out from the table slightly, rotating in his chair until our knees were knocking together. His gaze pierced into me through the dim lighting, and my chest began to fill with all the thoughts I've been trying to push down, feeling my mind paint a picture of passion without my permission.

I could climb onto his lap right now. He's so close. And with the way he's looking at me, I'm not confident he'd have the strength to push me away...

No, he would. He's Shouto, remember? He can't stand you. And yet, those eyes...

"God, those eyes..." My thoughts translated out loud, reaching my hand out towards his face.

Shouto's gaze seemed so eager and focused on me as I pushed the messy hair out of his face, eyes slowly falling heavier as my fingertips danced along his temple. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's enjoying it.

"Let's start with the eyes." My voice came out barely above a whisper, causing his dual colored irises to look at me half lidded. "Women love to have your eyes, Shouto. Getting and keeping the attention of someone they're interested in makes them feel so good."

It felt like he was looking past my soul, drinking in every sound of my voice as he slowly hovered closer into my touch, attention starting to fall lower down my face the closer he came.

"So, when your eyes want to wander..." I breathed out, gently grabbing his chin and lifting it. "....bring them back to me. Look at me."

Unintentionally, I brought him closer with the touch, feeling the tips of our noses tickle. Up close in the candlelight, he looks more handsome than I ever could have imagined. It's breathtaking, and so is the way he's looking at me. No one in my life has ever looked at me like that before. It must be how Shouto is, and I never noticed. He's more intense, more aware than people think. Sometimes, he just can't always get his thoughts out, but they're there. God, they are.

Right now, he doesn't need to try and speak. Not with me, he doesn't. I understand him. Everything I need to know is in his eyes. I can see everything, being this close.

"Your eyes are so pretty, Shouto." I whispered, watching those dual colored irises literally melt at my compliment. "Any woman would look at them and instantly feel..."

I didn't realize I trailed off until he leaned in closer, mimicking my earlier motion of touching our noses together, but his actions seemed more intentional. Seeming as if he learned how to do it after it happened the first time.

"Feel....what?" His voice came out so low, yet innocent in the darkness of my apartment, making my stomach flip and my spine shiver.

I exhaled hotly, watching my breath lightly shake the front ends of his hair as thinking became more difficult. "So fucking attracted to you."

He shifted in his seat at my tone, eyes wandering again towards my mouth. God, he can't ever seem to stop looking at my mouth. And this time, I allowed it, selfishly wanting to suck up all of his attention. I intended to steady my free hand on my knee, but being so close, it ended up on his knee instead, and I squeezed, feeling the toned muscles of his leg pulsing in excitement from being touched.

Neither of us noticed, or maybe, it was just that neither of us cared.

"Next comes lips." I said, gently dragging my thumb over his mouth.

The pad of my black polished nail rested over his bottom lip, and his mouth fell open softly from my touch. His breath was scalding hot and dewy, the tip of his front teeth tickled my thumb.

"Women enjoy lips more than you think. How moisturized they are—and yours are very well hydrated. The shape of them. What you do with them when you look at her. What you do with them when you don't look at her." My finger slid a little further up his lip, until it was halfway in his mouth. "How it would feel to kiss you. These are all things women think about you on a first date."

I held in a sound as the tip of my thumb rested against his tongue. It was even hotter than his breath, which had now slowly begun to pick up speed, and I wanted to hook my finger in his mouth and pull him closer, replacing the open space with my tongue.

Fuck. Fuck......fuck. It's getting harder to think clearly...

"And....and what do you think?" He spoke as my finger remained in his mouth, tickling my digits with each word.

It was unexpected and it caused my body to respond a little more daring, rubbing my thighs together as my core slowly simmered to life.

The warning voice in the back of my head slowly began to dim as I parted my own lips and brought him closer, using my thumb in his mouth, stopping until our mouths were only milliseconds apart. "I'd kiss you." I breathed out hotly, feeling my top lip barely graze his own. "For sure, I'd kiss you. If....if this...was real."

Shouto exhaled shakily at my words, cheeks looking hotter, and stoicism melting off his face as his eyes fell closed.

"Real." He repeated back less convincing, parting his mouth a little further.

Control of the situation was slipping from my grasp, forcing me to pull away with an audible groan of reluctance that I hoped to god he didn't hear. "Next comes hands." My voice came out more hoarse now, pulling my finger out of Shouto's mouth. "Hands are so important. Now, this part usually doesn't come until you get a little more comfortable with your date. You always gotta make sure she's comfortable, alright?"

He looked down at his lap as he watched me grab his hands, blinking dazedly as if he was having a hard time listening. "Oh.....okay."

I fiddled with his hands as I tried to figure out how to explain, deciding we needed a more comfortable space. "Come here." I murmured, rising from my chair.

I gently cupped his jaw, and he looked up at me with a submissive look that had my stomach pooling with want, allowing me to drag him up to standing by his cheeks before I intertwined our hands together. I led him to the couch, and the space was a little darker since the table candles were the only light source in my apartment. But, it worked just fine as I plopped down into the squishy cushions, patting the space next to me for Shouto to sit.

Our hands remained enveloped together as he sat, feeling our outer thighs pressing together. "There are many different ways you can touch a woman, Shouto." I explained, looking down at his hands. "You can make her come undone without even getting to the good touches, too. You just have to know how to do it."

My pulse slowly began to spike as I mulled over my next idea in my head, ignoring the voice of reason as I gave into the reckless demon inside me and placed his hand atop my bare knee. I held in a gasp at the feeling of Shouto's hot palm against my skin, trying to avoid fidgeting. It was more challenging to see him in such dim lighting, but I saw the way his eyes blinked a little faster than normal, glancing down at where his hand rested.

"You could...put your hand here." I said, surprised when I felt his hand moving on its own.

It didn't move very far, but Shouto's fingers hesitantly splayed over my knee with more initiative than I was expecting, causing me to nod encouragingly. "That's it, you're a fast learner. And if she's enjoying it, you could even move it up a little like this..." I said, placing my hand over his own before sliding it up higher.

The bottom of my dress slowly shifted up as I guided Shouto's hand up to my thigh, causing both of us to stumble on our breath...

I need to stop. God, I need to find it in me to stop.

But, when Shouto's hand stirred atop my skin and gently grabbed my inner thigh, all I could think about was how I had to hold in a moan. All I could think about was how I wanted his hand to snake all the way between my legs, spreading my thighs on this couch and reaching the spot within me that was getting wetter and wetter.

My imagination went wild and I didn't know how closely he was watching me until I inhaled deeply. "Are you...okay..." He breathed out, but this time he seemed convinced I was fine.

I nodded and melted back into the couch, selfishly spreading my thighs wider as I looked at him. Shouto's shaky breaths matched mine as he took my body language as his sign to go higher, reaching my upper thigh now and making my brows furrow with want.

Fuck, I was dizzy, the lines between colleague and whatever the hell this was were starting to blur. To me, anyways. Shouto? God, I didn't know what he was thinking, but it was getting harder to convince myself he was as oblivious as I always believed, especially with the way his eyes are piercing into mine right now.

I want him. Fuck, I want to fuck him. Right here, on this couch. The only one who can stop this...is him. For both of us, he needs to.

"Is...is that enough of an explanation?" I barely registered my own words, selfishly hoping he wouldn't stop this from going further.

"Um. I...is there....more you can show me?" His voice came out in a way I'd never heard it before, making me almost moan again as his hand slowly slid up my inner thigh. "I just....I think I need....more examples. If...you're comfortable. It's.....it's so we can be....thorough. Right...?"

The willpower inside me was breaking as I instantly made the risky mistake of giving in, aware of nothing but the hot slick starting to dampen my panties. "Yeah...we need more, right? We need to make sure we're thorough." I uttered breathlessly, quickly shifting over to him on the couch.

The lust in me was rising and couldn't be stopped as I daringly climbed atop his lap, straddling both sides of his hips and steeling my hands on his shoulders. I waited for him to tense up and look uncomfortable so I could stop, but to my surprise, Shouto just melted back into the couch, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and obedient eyes that made my pussy stir with arousal.

Fuck, he's so submissive. So good...

"How's this?" I smirked slightly, toggling my lip ring with my tongue.

"It's....yeah...it's good." Shouto breathed out, causing me to snake my arms around his neck.

I melted down lower onto his lap, pressing our foreheads together with devious flirtation. "Yeah? You think? Or you know this time?"

"Know." His eagerness caused me to giggle, watching him lift his hands before awkwardly putting them back on the couch. "I...I know...it feels good."

"Good boy." I encouraged him, carding one of my hands through his hair. "And where do you wanna grab me, Shouto?"

I audibly gasped this time as his hands came around my waist instantly and squeezed into my sides. From his immediate response, you'd think he'd been wanting to do it for longer than I realized. His eyes instantly shot to mine after I made the sound, but I quickly shook my head with reassurance and chuckled.

"No, no, it's okay. I like it." My lips became looser, causing Shouto to glide his hands around my curves more curiously.

"You do?" He panted, pulling me in closer by the waist until our stomachs pressed together.

I bit down on my lip to conceal another sound as his abs rubbed against me. Throwing my head back towards the sky, I tried to find the last sliver of my resolve. But, the new position of my neck left it directly in line with Shouto's lips, causing my eyes to fly open in shock as I felt them accidentally graze along my throat.

"Oh—I....I'm sorry...." His hot breath and lips tickled against my pulse point, causing him to hesitate on his apology when a breathless gasp slipped from my mouth. "I mean.....um....I...I should....be sorry...right?"

Yes, tell him he should be. Keep the boundaries in tact-

"Don't be sorry. It's all just practice." I said immediately, snaking my fingers through the back of his hair and selfishly pulling him closer. "Lips are important, too, remember? What will you do, Shouto? When the woman you're attracted to is on your lap like this? When she's pulling you closer?"

He went with my motion too easily until his face was pressed into the crook of my neck, dewy sighs rolling against my skin as he gripped my sides tightly. "I'd....I'd....." He lost his words, inhaling deeply before his lips became looser. "Ah...you smell really good."

He almost sounded captivated, giving in and utterly indulging himself in ways he never thought he wanted to.

"You can do more." I whispered greedily, letting my eyes fall closed as I hugged him closer. "For...for practice."

His hands glided from my waist and pressed into my back to bring me closer. "Practice." He repeated less convincing, letting his mouth tickle against my neck more intentionally this time.

"H-Hah. There you go. Girls...love neck kisses." My head lulled to the side, feeling one of Shouto's hands come up near my hair. "Show me your best neck kisses, Shouto."

Keeping his face buried in my neck, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and grazed his lips against my pulse point. He seemed hesitant and unsure of his technique, but wanting as his mouth pressed against my sweet spot softly, making my brows furrow and my throat shake with a soundless moan.

"Is that good?" He whispered, seeming as if he didn't actually need me to respond before he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips to my skin again....and again....and again.

My chest heaved against his own, and my head fell to the side until his other hand gently buried into my hair to keep me steady. He touched me with the fragility that no man had ever done, but also more attentiveness than I'd ever received in my life. The vulnerable part of me actually wanted to cry from how sweet it was, but there's no way I'd allow that.

"Shouto..." I finally moaned when he pressed a kiss under my ear, thankful the sound came out more like a wanton sigh.

"I'm.....I'm here. It's okay." His innocent sweetness tugged at my heart, resting his forehead against the crook of my neck now. "It's okay."

The moment turned more into an intimate hug now, and I drank it up, craving nothing but his touch and his presence for the rest of my life. He was safe. He was comfort and security.

"I always want you here." I whispered, stroking through his hair. "God, you're so good, Shouto. You are just so good."

His muscles melted from my words, head heavier against my skin as I combed through his locks. His arms hugged around me tighter, and even if he wasn't good with words or emotions, I could sense that what I said had an impact on him. He had an abundance of feelings inside him. I could feel it, just through his touch. Just through this hug.

The strap of my dress began to slip from all the movement, and I didn't pull it back up, letting it fall down until my bra was showing. Shouto slowly lifted his head from my neck, bringing one of his hands to the fallen strap. But, he didn't pull it up as his eyes went to the pieces of my exposed bra, mouth parting softly as he took in the sight of the lacy, intimate material.

I looked at it with him and gently closed my hand atop his own, slowly—slowly shifting it away from the fallen strap, and in towards my chest. I continued to caress his hair as I brought his hand to the outer curve of my breast, watching his eyes swimming with heat as his fingers brushed against the lace.

My touch slowly fell from his once he had the confidence to move on his own, feeling my stomach ignite with pools of desire when his hand closed around my breast. The two of us breathed out simultaneously at the feeling, before I gazed over at Shouto to see his reaction. It wasn't a big deal—I'm sure, not to him, at least. He had a beautiful girlfriend. Someone whose body was stunning, and he got to touch that everyday.

And yet, he looked utterly affected as he squeezed my breast, cheeks flushed pink and eyes glazed over with something akin to desire. It made my core burn hot as I shrugged the other strap of my dress down. The material cascaded down to my stomach, letting my entire bra show.

I hugged my arms around him tighter as he put both his hands on my chest now, causing both of us to let out breathless pants. His brows furrowed as he watched himself knead my breasts, slowly hovering his face closer until his hot breath rolled onto my cleavage. It felt so good. So good, my body slowly began to shift on it's own, sitting myself fully down on his lap for the friction I selfishly craved.

And my eyes slipped open halfway to see him looking at me now. He slid one of his hands to the back clasp of my bra as I leaned in closer...

"Lani..." He whispered my name, and he looked down at my lips again.

But, this time, he didn't just look as he slowly leaned forward towards them, and I did, too, pulling him in by the back of his neck and letting my eyes fall closed-

DING-DONG!

The little bubble of recklessness snapped at the sound of my doorbell ringing, instantly bringing me back to the reality I so selfishly chose to ignore.

My eyes flew open and my heart jumped in surprise before I scrambled off Shouto's lap. I was filled with guilt and dread, looking at Shouto's face and expecting to see the same.

But, he looked more.....bewildered if anything, practically melting into a puddle on the couch, blinking dazedly with his hair all tugged and messy, and his cheeks flushed hot—and fuck, I didn't understand that look!?

The doorbell rang again and I quickly shot off the couch in a speechless garble of sounds—pulling up my dress in a discombobulated panic before stumbling towards the door—incredibly aware of the discomfort of having my panties completely soaked right now.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck...ohhhh, fuck...

That definitely crossed the line of just 'teaching' him how to seduce a woman. No...

He fucking SEDUCED a woman, alright. He seduced me—and without even trying. What does that say about me? About the true effect he has on me if he was able to make me crack that quickly?

Trying to ignore my panicking thoughts, I opened the door and came face to face with the front desk manager of my apartment building, watching him hold up a pair of keys.

"Hello, Ms. Hidaka. I've got a care package for you from a...Eiichi...didn't write a last name?" He said, reading off the card on the fruit basket.

Impeccable timing.

"God damn it." I groaned in frustration—multiple types of frustration—grabbing the fruit basket from the office manager with a huff.

"Have a good night—actually, wait are you going to eat the chocolate covered pineap-" He attempted before I slammed the door closed with my foot.

I quickly flipped on the lights so I could see, dropping the fruit basket on my kitchen counter with less fragility than a bull in a china shop, watching the chocolate covered pineapple splat to the floor. It was only then that I was incredibly aware of the silence inside my apartment, slowly peering over at Shouto. He was still on the couch—in the same spot—with the same expression, and perhaps, he was frozen solid now.

He barely snapped out of it when I intentionally coughed and cleared my throat, glancing at the fruit basket without an ounce of interest in the thing.

"I-I...um.....it....you..........who is that from?" He stumbled out hoarsely, causing me to sigh as I dumped the card in the trash without even looking at it.

Reading whatever bullshit card my ex-boyfriend left me doesn't make my to-do list.

"Nobody important."

Once again, the silence filled the space, and even though Shouto doesn't have the concept of awkward silence, I certainly do. Shit. I don't know what he's thinking—and, at this point, I'm afraid to know. I messed up. God, I messed up big time...

And I have a very crucial few seconds right now to try and fix it, only able to spin whatever the hell that was in a way that squashes any non-work thoughts he might be thinking. Is he thinking them? No...no, it doesn't matter...

We can't be anything more. We can't. It's too dangerous.

"S-Soooo, that's how you please a woman." I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "Now you've got some, uh...pointers....for the real thing. It was...very educational, right? All of it? Because it was all for work, remember?"

Shouto looked at me with a mouth ajar, seeming as if his brain had stopped working. "Um?-" He started off, instantly making me panic for whatever it was he could say.

No. No way, I need to avoid this at all costs. Shouto is too blunt and honest—and that makes me afraid of whatever it is he wants to say. We just need to forget about it. There's nothing to talk about.

"And I think that's about enough for today!" I ran over to the couch, pulling him up to standing before pushing him towards the door. "I'll give you a call later, okay—like a work call—you know, cause all of our calls are work calls, right?-"

"Lani, wait-" He tried once more before I shoved him out of my apartment.

"Bye!"

With that, the door slammed closed with my back against it, letting my eyes show the true nature of their bewildered disbelief for the mistake I just made.

I almost fucked Shouto Todoroki. But, not only that...

It seemed like he was more than ready...to fuck me back.

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A/N: the next two chaps have NSFW scenes in them so they are on Patreon. I'll post the clean version of both those chapters here!

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