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MHA154- World Domination (Soft R-18)
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 16:43:04 +0000 UTCHello You all,
Still loving the fic as much as I do? Well, first part of this chapter is soft R-18, I will mark where it ends, but I suggest you to read second part. It is good. Anyways, enjoy the chaos, scream in the comments!!
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R-18 Starts here!
Nejire legs shifted, thighs brushing against my naked skin. A soft sound left her lips, barely there, but I caught it. My grip tightened.
"You are playing a dangerous game," I muttered.
Nejire smirked. "You say that like you are not enjoying it."
My patience was razor-thin. She knew it. I knew it. I pressed against her, letting her feel exactly how much trouble she was in. Her mouth parted slightly.
"Say that again," I said.
Nejire tilted her head, pretending to think. "Hmmm. You are enjoying this way too much, don’t try to deny it.?"
I crushed my mouth against hers.
She kissed back, not shy at all.
Nejire wasn’t the type to hesitate, and she sure as hell wasn’t hesitating now. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me closer, her body pressing against mine like she was daring me to take this further. I could feel the grin against my mouth, the same smug energy from earlier, except now it was wrapped up in something a whole lot more dangerous.
I pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. She licked her lips, like she was already impatient.
“You sure about this?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I start things I can’t finish?”
She had a point.
I kissed her again, harder this time. She didn’t hold back either, pushing up against me like she had something to prove. I wasn’t about to let her win that fight, so I pinned her underneath me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands sliding down my back, nails dragging lightly over my skin. My fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she pulled me closer, like she was trying to make sure there was no space left between us.
Then she bit my lip.
I groaned, lowering us until her back met the mattress. “You really want to start a fight?”
She grinned up at me, eyes dark with amusement. “I think I already won.”
That was not going to stand.
I kissed her again, rough and fast, knocking the air right out of her. She made a sound, somewhere between surprise and satisfaction, and I took full advantage, tilting her head back and trailing down her neck.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. “You play dirty.”
I bit just under her jaw, making her shudder. “We are even now.”
She didn’t argue.
I moved lower, my lips tracing a path across her collarbone. Her breathing was getting uneven, her hands gripping my shoulders like she needed something to hold onto. I wasn’t in any rush. If she wanted to play, I was going to make sure she got the full experience.
R-18 Ends here
Then there was a loud knock on the door.
The knock came again, louder this time.
For one stupid second I considered ignoring it… then remembered Mom carries guilt trips like grenades.
"Get up, you two," Mom's voice carried through the door, smug as hell.
Nejire froze like she had been caught committing war crimes. Her face went red so fast I almost worried she would overheat. "How the hell does she know I am here? I sneaked in in the middle of the night!"
I rolled my eyes and kissed her again, dragging it out just to mess with her. "Your snoring kept us all awake."
She gasped, scandalized, then pinched my arm. "I don’t snore!"
I bit down on the soft flesh of her chest, making her yelp. "You do, bitch."
She smacked the top of my head, half laughing, half mortified. "Oh my god, you are the worst." She then pinched my side, her knee nudging dangerously close to my morning problem. “Take that back.”
The door handle rattled. “If you are both decent, I am coming in.”
Nejire went stiff. “Ryuu, I swear to God…”
I threw the blanket over her head just as the door cracked open. Mom stood there, arms crossed, her usual tired look a little too knowing.
Mom barely glanced at me before sighing, rubbing her temples. "Get dressed, you two."
I stretched, making no move to actually do so. "You know I sleep naked."
She shifted her gaze to the blanket-wrapped lump beside me. "And she moans in her sleep?"
Nejire made a strangled noise, her voice cracking. "Aunty!"
Mom snorted, shaking her head. "Breakfast. Now." She turned and walked out, her laughter trailing behind her.
Nejire groaned, dragging the blanket over her head. "Oh my god."
I smirked. "You do moan, though."
She kicked me. "Shut up."
I stood, stretching again. "Come on, we have to eat before Eri guilt-trips me into making a second breakfast."
Nejire peeked out, still red. "If I get up, you are not gonna say anything else, right?"
"Would I ever?"
She shot me a look before muttering, "Asshole," and rolling off the bed.
We dressed quickly, and I caught her watching me in the mirror. "See something you like?"
Nejire pulled her shirt over her head. "You would love to hear me say yes, huh?"
I shrugged, pulling on a hoodie. "You already did."
She threw a pillow at me, then made a break for the door.
As we headed out after freshing up, she tried to walk like she hadn’t just woken up tangled around me. But the way she tugged her sleeves down, the heat still clinging to her cheeks? She wasn’t fooling anyone.
By the time we made it to the kitchen, Mom, Izuku, and Eri were already seated.
Eri lit up the second she spotted Nejire, practically bouncing in her seat. She had that soft bedhead fluff going on and was still wearing her hoodie from the night before, sleeves hanging past her fingers.
She looked like Christmas had never ended. Eri looked up, eyes bright. "Nejire is here too?"
Nejire yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Of course. How else would I get breakfast?"
Mom glanced at me but didn’t comment. Instead, she slid a plate in Nejire’s direction. "Eat first. Talk later."
Nejire beamed. "Yes, ma’am!"
I grabbed my own plate and sat down. Izuku was watching me, eyes flicking between Nejire and me like he was trying to figure something out. I ignored him and focused on my food.
Eri, still gripping her plush rabbit from last night, kicked her legs under the table. "Ryuu, when can we try the board?"
"After breakfast," I said. "If we go outside now, you will freeze."
She pouted but didn’t argue. Nejire leaned over and ruffled her hair. "Gotta build up your strength first. That hoverboard takes skill!"
Eri straightened, puffing up a little. "I will train."
Izuku hid a smile behind his cup. "That was fast."
Nejire nodded. "She got the Ryuu mindset now. One step away from world domination."
Mom clicked her tongue. "You are not encouraging that."
Nejire hummed. "Depends. How big are we talking? Small country? The whole world?"
Eri tugged on my sleeve. "Can we rule the world?"
Izuku sighed. "Please don’t."
Mom muttered, "This is why he should not be raising a child."
I waved my fork. "Hey, I am teaching her confidence."
"You are teaching her crime."
Nejire nodded sagely. “There is overlap.”
Izuku rubbed his temples. “God help me, she is becoming a mini-you.”
Eri gave him the same deadpan stare I perfected. “You are weak.”
Nejire nearly spat out her tea. “Oh my god.”
I raised my glass. “My legacy is secure.”
Nejire stretched across the table like a lazy cat, reaching for a stack of pancakes with absolutely zero shame. "This looks like illegal levels of good. Ryuu, did you drug the batter?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Only with love. And maybe a sedative. For Eri."
Eri blinked. "What is a sedative?"
Mom shot me a look over her tea. I gestured vaguely. "It is a spice. French. Totally normal."
Izuku sighed, already starting to pick at his eggs. "We should not joke about drugging."
Nejire hummed. "Speak for yourself. I’d dose Ryuu in a heartbeat if it meant getting five minutes of peace."
"Bold of you to think you could get the dosage right," I said, biting into bacon. "I have the metabolism of a war god."
"Please stop saying things that make Eri ask questions," Mom muttered.
Eri looked up from her pancakes. "What is a war god?"
Izuku flinched like he had been shot.
I reached over to ruffle her hair. "Someone who always wins breakfast."
Nejire stabbed her fork into her pancake stack. "Then I am your rival. Prepare to be destroyed."
Eri held up her fork. "I will fight too!"
Izuku looked betrayed. "Why am I the only one who wants a normal meal?"
"Because you are weak," Eri said, not missing a beat.
Mom actually snorted into her tea.
I saluted her with a sausage link. "The child gets it."
Nejire leaned close to Eri. "If we team up, we can take over breakfast. Then the world."
Eri nodded solemnly. "We start small."
Izuku groaned. "This is my life now."
Eri poked at her food. "What is today’s plan?"
Mom answered before I could. "We are cleaning."
Nejire nearly choked on her tea. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
I sighed. "It is Christmas break. Why are we doing chores?"
"Because I said so."
Izuku didn’t even try to fight it. He just kept eating, clearly accepting his fate. Nejire, on the other hand, looked betrayed. "This is my reward for spending the night here?"
Mom smirked. "Your reward is food. The chores are the price."
Nejire gasped. "This is a scam!"
Mom sipped her tea. "Welcome to adulthood."
Eri tilted her head. "What is a scam?"
Izuku tried to change the subject. "Eri, do you want to help with the dishes later?"
She brightened. "Yes!"
Nejire groaned. "Wow. Indoctrinated already."
I nudged my plate aside. "Fine. If we are cleaning, let’s get it over with."
Mom nodded. "Good. Ryuu, dishes. Izuku, laundry. Nejire, floors. Eri, help where you can."
Nejire slumped. "This is oppression."
Mom didn’t even blink. “Oppression? You got free food and a warm bed. I could have charged rent.”
Nejire gasped. “I would unionize!”
Mom sipped her tea. “You would lose.”
Izuku leaned in. “You would absolutely lose.”
I nodded. “I would help you lose.”
Nejire huffed, but Eri reached over and squeezed her hand. “We can win together.”
She melted instantly. “Okay, fine, I will clean your stupid floors.”
Mom raised her cup. “Merry Christmas, losers.”
And just like that, the revolution was crushed.
Eri tugged on her sleeve. "We can be a team."
Nejire immediately perked up. "Okay, that is acceptable."
Izuku finished his food and stood, stretching. "At least it’s not that bad."
Mom smirked. "Oh, I forgot. After we clean, we are reorganizing the storage closet."
I groaned. Nejire dropped her head on the table. Izuku sighed.
Eri blinked. "What is in the closet?"
Mom’s eyes gleamed. "Mysteries."
Christmas break was over. Or, as Mom called it, "spare time to torture her children and guests."
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Mystery.
hector lyng
That look is priceless, please don't darken the rays of the sun, please, I don't want to see a child on the dark side, and what's in the closet?
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