Ruin My Life/Use Me

Shoto exhaled slowly, a cloud of vapour materialising before him in the warm, opulent ballroom. He focused on regulating his body temperature; his left side had involuntarily heated during the confrontation with his father, the warmth seeping through his crisp white shirt. Lowering the temperature of his right side came easier, a practiced motion to bring himself back to equilibrium as he hastily exited the gala.

He strode through the grand foyer of the hotel, the gentle murmur of partygoers faded as he approached the main doors, their ornate handles cool beneath his touch. Outside, the night air hit him like a refreshing wave, carrying the faint scent of nearby cherry blossoms.

As he descended the stone staircase, Shoto loosened his black silk tie, the fabric sliding smoothly between his fingers. His dual-toned hair, that striking divide of crimson and snow white, ruffled gently in the evening breeze. His heterochromatic eyes scanned the driveway until they landed on Ren's limousine. The sleek, midnight-black vehicle gleamed under the streetlights, its polished surface a testament to the Ishikawa family's wealth. Shoto approached swiftly, glanced around to make sure no one noticed him, opened the door and ducked inside.

"Ah!" Ren jumped at his sudden appearance as the door shut with a muted thud. "Everything okay?" she asked softly as the car began to move off. Ren sat across from him, a vision in her black velvet dress. The gold peacock brooch on her right shoulder caught the dim light filtering through the tinted windows, casting intricate shadows across her collarbone. Her dark hair was uncurling gently, a few strands framing her face in soft waves. Shoto did not look at her, simply nodded, his gaze fixed on some unseen point a few feet away, somewhere near the partition separating them from the driver.

Ren's stormy grey eyes softened as she studied Shoto's face. She could see the turmoil behind his mismatched eyes, knew the look of him retreating into himself all too well. It was Shoto's way of processing, of grappling with the emotions he so often kept locked away.

As the limousine glided through the neon-lit streets of the city, minutes ticked by in silence. The lights outside painted fleeting patterns across Shoto's face, highlighting the scar over his left eye - a permanent reminder of his complicated past. His father's words echoed in his mind, a persistent, unwelcome presence: "She knows she's not one of them, right?" The implication stung, a sharp reminder of the expectations that had shaped his entire life.

But as he sat there, acutely aware of Ren's soothing presence beside him, another thought began to take shape. It started as a whisper, growing louder with each passing moment. He didn't want to be the person his father wanted him to be. His gaze drifted to the window, watching the blur of city lights reflect off the polished surfaces of skyscrapers. He thought of Endeavor, of how his father had prioritised heroism over everything in life, discarding his wife, forsaking his children, ignoring Shoto's pleas for mercy. Who was Endeavor, the pro-hero, to dictate how Shoto should live his life?

With a subtle shift of his body, Shoto turned to Ren, really looking at her for the first time since entering the car. He took in her pretty face as she blushed a little under his intense gaze, the way she bit her soft lips as she became coy, the way her grey eyes shimmered with the want of him. In that moment, he realised that she had become more than just a rebellion against his father or a rejection of the expectations facing him, more than a physical, lustful distraction.

"Ren," he cleared his throat, his deep voice breaking the silence. He watched her eyes sweep across his face, searching for the thoughts he was lost in. She waited patiently, watching him try to put words to what was happening inside his head. What should he say? Why was this so difficult? An idea sprung to mind, a small smile of triumph crossed Shoto's face. "When you're in the same room as me, I can't see anything else," he said, choosing to ignore the way confusion slowly crept onto Ren's face. "If my hands aren't on you, something inside of me is hurting for you, waiting for you," he continued earnestly. "It's like I can't function normally if you're not around me." As he finished, he felt a small swell of pride in his chest at overcoming this hurdle for Ren, but she simply furrowed her brow and nodded slowly, her earrings catching the light as she tilted her head.

"Yes," she acknowledged his words but her voice was tinged with bewilderment, "you said this-"

"But now I mean it romantically," Shoto interjected, his eyes silently willing her to understand the significance of his words.

"What?" Ren bit back a laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly with the effort. Shoto's brow furrowed in utter confusion; it was as though they were two people with no common language, trying everything they could to communicate effectively.

The young hero racked his brain, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. What would this beautiful, rebellious, only-attracted-to-trouble girl understand? His eyes widened as he realised the answer was obvious. He turned to her sharply, his eyes narrowing on her in determination, making Ren jump again.

"I'm asking you to ruin my life." Like magic, his words did the trick. Ren's grey eyes softened, her long lashes fluttering as she processed his declaration. A small, mischievous grin spread across her face, lighting up her features. With a grace that seemed effortless, she slid across the plush leather seats to sit next to him, causing a breath to catch in his throat. He could feel her temperature increasing beneath the black velvet of her dress, could feel the heat of her blood contrasted with the cool leather beneath them.

Something sparked between them as Ren looked down and knocked her knees into his, he followed her gaze to where her fingertips gripped the hem of her black dress. Suddenly the limousine felt much smaller, the air much warmer, something was crackling in the air between them as Ren pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her thighs slowly. Her body was pressed into his side, as he looked down he could see the curve of her eyelashes, the way her black dress hugged her curves, the soft flesh of her thighs tremble a little as the car moved.

Ren reached over for his hand and parted her legs as she pulled him towards her. Shoto's hand was mere inches from reaching under her dress when he held his hand still, not letting her pull him in any further. Ren looked up to him, a small pout making her full lower lip glisten deliciously. Shoto licked his lips before his eyes flicked over to the partition between them and the driver.

"Ren," she smiled as the young hero was unable to maintain his usual commanding tone; he spoke her name with a slight tremble, like something was completely throwing off his authoritative nature, like he was moments from giving in to her. "We will be home in five minutes," he was practically pleading with her but Ren was having far too much fun watching him become completely undone in the backseat of her limousine.

"So make me come in four,' she instructed him, the coffee and vanilla of her perfume drawing him in to kiss her even as he shook his head. How did she know what to say, how to look, how to breathe, how to touch him, to be completely in control of him? Before either of them had time to register what was happening, her tongue was in his mouth as his fingers reached between her thighs.

He made her come in three minutes. Twice.

Half an hour later, a trail of clothes littered the hallway in Ren's apartment, like breadcrumbs leading to the bedroom. Ren's designer dress lay discarded casually by the bedroom door, a luxurious pile of black velvet and gold. The apartment was humid, condensation fogging up the windows as waves of hot and cold met in the air, turning everything a little sticky, making it a little harder to breathe. Quiet, muffled sounds of pleasure and desperation echoed throughout the apartment; whispers of each other's names, gasps of delighted surprise, grunts of dissatisfaction as they grasped at one another, hungry for more.

In the dim light of Ren's bedroom, on the luxurious satin sheets, Ren unbuttoned Shoto's shirt, watching as his body stretched and clenched and flexed as he helped her remove the last piece of their clothing. Her grey eyes softened, her lips swollen from kissing him, as she watched the way his hair fell away from his forehead as he lent down to kiss her again. His eyes shimmered in the lamplight as he looked at her with a mixture of lust and awe while pulling apart her legs so he could be as close to her as possible. As they closed the distance between them, his body pressed down against her, every inch of skin contact, every gentle brush of their fingertips, seemed to stoke a gentle fire that was building between them. The hard lines of the young hero's body met her soft curves with an ease that felt like coming home.

Shoto's temperatures diverged, as they usually did in sex, his left side hotter, his right side colder. On Ren's left side she felt his heat send small sparks like flames deep into her bloodstream, on her right side his lips kissed her until her own were numb from the cold. He affected her more than he should and she knew why. She knew it was their quirks interacting; her body responded to him as though she conducted or amplified his two quirks. To him it felt like she could take a little pain, take all of him despite the small trembles of discomfort. Occasionally she could dampen his affect on her, weaken him, take away his strength, much like she did outside of sex. They affected one another like a drug, deep down on some molecular level, they could spark nerve endings into life, send sharp bolts of electricity through each other.

But it wasn't enough for Ren. As Shoto's fingertips brushed her skin and he leant down to kiss her neck, Ren moved her head and glanced up at the ceiling. She was desperate for him to take a little control, a little initiative, to unleash whatever it was he was trying to hide from her. Apart from the occasional "lay back" or "let me fuck you", Shoto very rarely told her or showed her what he wanted. What could she say to him to bring out that side of him that she was curious about?

"Ah," she gasped softly as he adjusted to nuzzle her neck, his dick falling heavy and thick against her thigh. She felt herself getting wetter for him, so ready to be taken by him but it wasn't enough this time. He was being so gentle with her, but she didn't want that, not the ice. She wanted the fire. 'Use me," she whispered desperately to him in the half darkness.

"What?" Shoto retreated slightly, unsure if he had heard correctly. He saw Ren's light eyes sparkle with something darker than he'd seen before. She smiled a little and went up onto her elbows to kiss his neck, to reach his ear again and whisper:

"I want to watch you. Show me what makes you feel good." Oh, he had heard correctly. His shoulders tensed a little, but Ren did not notice, she continued to trail kisses down his neck, her tongue occasionally sweeping across his skin. She did not notice Shoto's operating system completely crash.

Use her? Fuck her entirely for his own pleasure? What did that look like? What had he thought about months ago, after they met again, when she would come into his mind late at night? He had pictured her mischievous smile, grown frustrated at her defiance of him, found her utterly irritating in how she undid him, made him lose his composure. He was unaware that his lust for her had mingled with an unnamed desire to discipline her; this girl who defied everyone and everything. She used her words, her clever tongue to unnerve him; wouldn't it be so satisfying to fuck her until all she was able to say was his name? This princess who got everything she wanted, never waited for anyone, always had the upper hand, always had control over him…Wouldn't it be so good, so heady, so exhilarating to fuck Ren Ishikawa into subservience?

Oh my God.

Surely, you cannot say that to your girlfriend.

The spell Shoto's broad, strong shoulders had cast on Ren seemed to loosen its grip on her and she fell back onto the bed, raising an eyebrow at Shoto's complete lack of response. He looked down at her, his mismatched eyes wide with shock at his own thoughts, and swallowed hard as he watched her mouth open. Was she talking to him?

"Hello? Sho?" Worry began to creep its way onto Ren's face as he stared down at her blankly. "Did I say something wrong?" She asked coyly, her eyes sliding away from his own as a little inhibition entered her voice.

"No," Shoto said suddenly as though someone had switched him back on. "I just," he couldn't think of any acceptable way to voice his thoughts, "I might hurt you." Something he thought would make her frown, perhaps even terrify her a little, just made Ren smile mischievously, her eyes sparkling up at him as she asked:

"You might hurt me," she said slowly, her smile becoming brighter, "or you want to hurt me?" His eyes went wide with surprise at her question, his mind utterly blank.

"I don't- I'm not- I'm not sure-" but Ren came up again and pressed her lips against his softly.

"You're going to have to fuck me to find out-ah!" The smile was wiped from her face as he flipped her over. She never gave him a second to think! Just talked him into a frenzy, until he gave in to her, until he needed her to find any kind of salvation from the pain she gave him. Ren was forced onto her hands and knees as Shoto pulled her rear up into him, his fingers pressing a little harder than usual into her hips. She could feel what was threatening to be unleashed in his grip, in the way he pulled at her roughly, practically uncaring for her comfort.

"You said you wanted to watch, right?"

"Ah!" A soft gasp of pain escaped Ren's lips as Shoto grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up to face the wall opposite them.

"So watch."

Ren's breathing deepened as she spied, across the room, a full length mirror beside her closet. She saw him in its reflection; his beautiful face had a look she's never seen before. A mixture of anger, lust, love, something primal, something terrifying, everything she ever wanted from him. His temperatures increased and decreased, the mirror was fogging up a little but she saw him, utterly in control of her, pull her hair a little harder so she did not look away.

"Ugh," she let out a small chocked sound of satisfaction as she felt his dick nudging against her, pulsing, throbbing for her. She could feel herself dripping down her thighs, this was agony, waiting for him was torture. "Please, Sho," she begged him, "fuck me," but as she glanced up into the mirror she could see him breathing heavily, taking in what he was doing to her, appreciating how he brought her to the edge of something dangerous. "Ah!" Ren gasped agin in pain as Shoto raised his right hand and shot ice seemingly straight into her bloodstream, in the curve of her back. It forced Ren to bend a little more at the waist, pushed her down onto her elbows as she tried to escape the pain. But to him, the satisfaction was being in complete control of her; in the way her movement made her waist appear smaller, made her tilt her butt up to him more invitingly. Is that all it took? Was it so easy to turn the tables on Ren?

And a sudden realisation hit him as he heard her whispering to him, pleading with him to touch her, swearing under her breath…Ren's weakness…was him. Lust and greed for him made Ren say and do all sorts of things. The more he withheld, the dirtier, more desperate she became. He rubbed his dick against her, not letting her push back into him, and it wasn't until she begged him to fuck her like her owned her that he finally gave in.

He grasped any part of her he could find, let his tongue travel along her back until Ren slid down, throwing her arms off the side of the bed, her hair dangling beside them, as she felt him push into her slowly. The noises she made when she felt that final inch of him completely undid him; Shoto held her down and fucked her in the way he had been dreaming about. He reached down with his hand, in front of her, between her legs, to find that spot that he had come to know so well, the one that could make Ren practically whimper with lust.

As Ren glanced back up into the mirror to watch him, she realised what sex was to Shoto. It was the beautiful fucked up meeting of two opposites; torture and pleasure, discipline and reward, worship and control. And she would happily, willingly, gladly, meet him in those middles, be his play thing whenever he wanted.

"Sho," she gasped his name as his hand and dick worked her in a way she'd never felt before, her thighs began to tremble, she bit her lip and captured his eyes in the mirror. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his abs were clenching as he fucked her harder and harder. He didn't look away, he watched her get closer and closer until her hips buckled against him and she came, waves of pleasure, the most intense she'd ever felt, washed over her. The added friction her orgasm gave him, the smallest squeeze around his cock, the view in the mirror, the feel of her flesh in his hands, the warm wet deliciousness of her, pushed him over the edge a moment later.

They collapsed onto the bed, each trying to regain their breath in the humid room. They turned onto their backs in synchrony.

"You okay?" Shoto asked, causing Ren to smile a little.

"Yeah," she said between breaths. Give a girl a second to come back down to Earth, Sho. She glanced over to him, a bright smile across her face, her hair wild from sex, before she rolled into his embrace. Her arm reached out and wrapped around his middle, his muscular chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin still flushed from their sex. He held Ren in his arms, her smaller frame fitting perfectly against his side, her dark hair cascading over his shoulder.

The temperature in the room was slowly evening out as Shoto's quirk settled back to its normal state. The air around them, charged with the heat of passion just moments before, now held a comfortable warmth. Their breathing, initially heavy and rapid, gradually slowed to a more relaxed rhythm.

Ren tilted her head up, her stormy grey eyes taking in Shoto's profile, a small smile and triumph played on her lips. She took in the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the scar that marked his left eye - all of it was achingly familiar and yet still the best thing she'd ever seen. Whoever thought the boy next door would be naked, entwined with her on her bed like this? A small giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Shoto glanced down at her, his mismatched eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection. "What's funny?" his deep voice sent a pleasant shiver down Ren's spine.

She grinned up at him. "What do you think our younger selves would think if they saw us now?"

A look of mild alarm crossed Shoto's face. "I don't think children should see us like this," he said seriously, causing Ren to burst into laughter.

"No," she laughed and kissed his chest affectionately, "I mean if they knew we were together," she clarified, her laughter subsiding into a soft chuckle.

"Oh." Shoto's brow furrowed as he considered the question, his fingers absently tracing patterns on Ren's bare arm.

Ren watched the play of emotions across his face as he contemplated the question. She stirred beside him: "I think little Ren would be insufferably smug that she finally got to you," she said, a hint of pride in her voice.

"You are insufferably smug about it," he pointed out, a small smile on his lips.

"Hey!" Ren exclaimed, feigning offence. She propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at him with mock indignation. "What do you think little Shoto would say?"

Shoto was quiet for a moment, his eyes distant as he contemplated. His hand moved to Ren's arm, rubbing it affectionately. "I think he'd be pretty annoyed that I gave in to the bratty, spoiled princess next door," he said finally, his voice fond despite the words.

Ren's lower lip jutted out in a pout, a flicker of genuine hurt crossing her features. Shoto, noticing the change in her expression, quickly added, "Actually, I think he'd be amazed I forgave you."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Ren sat up fully, the sheet she had wrapped around herself now pooling around her waist as she looked down at Shoto, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Forgave me? For what?"

"For leaving."

The words seemed to suck all the air out of the room. Ren's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise, hurt and dawning understanding crossing her face. "What?"

Shoto sat up, running a hand through his hair, indicating his discomfort. "When you left to study abroad, I felt like you were abandoning me," he explained, trying to keep his voice calm but Ren could hear the old pain he was holding onto. "Running away from me because... I don't know, I wasn't worth the trouble."

Ren's heart clenched at his words, she suddenly lost a little strength and lay back down, her hand coming up to cup the side of his face. Her touch was gentle, almost hopeful that she could erase years of hurt with a single caress. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "It wasn't my idea-"

"No, I know that now," Shoto interrupted, leaning into her touch. "But as a child, it was hard to understand."

Ren's grey eyes searched his face, taking in every nuance of his expression. "I thought about you every day," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wondered if you were happy..." A thought struck her, and her eyes widened. "This is why you didn't come to say goodbye to me, isn't it?" He nodded.

As the realisation sank in, Ren felt tears begin to sting her eyes. The weight of those years apart, the misunderstandings and unspoken hurt, suddenly felt overwhelming. She had left him to be so unhappy, so alone, without even realising it.

Shoto, noticing her distress, covered her hand with his own where it rested against his cheek. His touch was warm, comforting. "It's okay, Ren," he said softly. "We were children."

Ren blinked back her tears, determination replacing the sadness in her eyes. "I won't leave again," she declared suddenly.

A smile spread across Shoto's face, soft and genuine as she said something he had longed to hear from so many different people in his life. His eyes softened suddenly with something Ren may have dared to call love. He moved over her, clearly intending to make love to her again, but Ren stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. "I have something to tell you," she said, her voice suddenly hesitant.

For a moment, Ren considered telling him about her quirk. The secret weighed heavily on her, a constant presence in the back of her mind. But as she looked into Shoto's eyes, saw the trust and affection there, she found she couldn't bring herself to shatter this moment of connection between them. The fear of how he might react, of how it might change things between them, was too great. She told herself it wasn't the right time, that she needed to find the perfect moment to reveal such a significant part of herself. Deep down, she knew these were excuses, but they were comforting ones.

Shoto, noticing her prolonged silence, grew impatient. His body was still poised over hers, and the desire to be with her again was evident in his eyes. "What is it?" he prompted, his voice husky with want.

Ren took a deep breath, deciding to share a different truth. "Bubbles... she knows about us," she admitted. "It's a long story, but she figured it out. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Shoto's eyes widened slightly, surprise evident in his features. He sat back, giving Ren space as he processed this information. "Do you trust her not to tell anyone?" he asked.

Ren nodded slowly. "I think so," she said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

As if struck by a sudden thought, Shoto's expression changed. "That reminds me," he said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "My mom knows too."

Now it was Ren's turn to be shocked. "What?" she exclaimed, sitting up straight.

Shoto rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. "And she wants to meet you tomorrow," he added, his words coming out in a rush.

"WHAT?!"