#shoto is clueless but we love him regardless

[luvgirlxblue]

I don't get paid enough for this, pt.1

Character: Shoto Todoroki

Category: [series]

Words: 0.9k

Warnings: some for the entire series in general, but none for this part :)

Authors notes: it's 2am you know the drill

Y/N: no race for this one either but i mentioned hair in your face so keep that in mind, Y/N is female and both Y/N and Shoto are in their early 20's. quirk: temperature. as the name suggests you can simply change the temperature in certain areas or of certain objects.

Beep, beep, beep, be-

"Alright, that's enough of that." Y/N grumbled while rubbing her eyes. Slamming her hand down on the alarm clock she thought about quitting her job and joining the circus just so she wouldn't have to wake up at such an early time for an 9 hour shift at the hole-in-a-wall cafe. Rolling out of bed she pushed the hair out of her face and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. After going through the necessary motions of her morning routine, she eyed the uniform hanging on the handles of her wardrobe, and sighed. "I'll have to get those coffee stains out later."

Keys? Check. Purse, Check. Motivation? Nope, but considering she was already clocking in at this point, there wasn't much to do about it, she had to support her cat child after all.

And so the day began: late trains, rude customers, loud kids and occasionally spilling hot drinks on herself were all parts of the many trials of her job. After graduating highschool, since she didn't have any ambition of pro-hero or public service work, she was relatively stuck for choices. So here she was doing the best she could to support herself while she figured things out.

It was around 7PM now, and the population of the small shop had thinned out considerably. While cleaning out cups, Y/N heard the bell above the door tinkle quietly, and sighing she reluctantly pulled out her notepad. Not bothering to look up she asked the stranger what they would like to drink in a monotone voice. The response she got back was pretty standard but after writing the order down, and going to ask for a name, she stopped dead in her tracks. She was met with red and white hair, and two hetero-chromatic eyes (with a huge scar to match) staring at back at her.

Taking a look at the outfit he had on, her first impression was that whoever this man was, he was probably either a low-ranking hero, or some obsessive fan-boy. Probably some sidekick that had shown up on TV beside on of the pro's, or maybe some kind of eccentric PR manager? That would explain away the strange hair colour...

Now, Y/N had lost much of her previous interest in heroes after realising that her quirk just wasn't cut out for the job, but she did remember the faces of most of the finalists in U.A's sports festival -the one she had watched at 14. Blurry memories of the winner and runners up began to swim across her mind. The main three being the hot-headed #8 Dynamight, of course the up-and-coming #5 Deku, and... oh. Right. Shit- wait there was no way he was just casually standing in front of her right now. Did the number #9 pro-hero just walk in? To a place like this? Now? Ah- the coffee, this ha to be the best one you've made yet, don't mess up Y/N don't-

"Excuse me ma'am, but are you alright? You dropped your notebook."

You turn your face back to a slightly concerned looking Shoto holding out your notebook.

"Oh, me? I'm fine - i'll just start on your drink sir..."

There was no way she would let a rising pro catch her stuttering. Absolutely not. Never.

Y/N takes the opportunity to slink away behind the counter and turn her back to him, while focusing a little too hard on the whirring of the espresso machines.

Shoto took the hint and sat himself down at one of the booths in the corner, while he pulled out his phone to occupy himself with.

After a little while he took a break from work emails and paperwork too peak at his barista. Sure, she had recognised him, that much was clear - it was nothing new. But what was new was that she hadn't screamed, or thrown herself at him, or fainted, or asked for an autograph, or gushed about his quirk or display even a hint of any other fan-girlish reaction he'd been subject to in the past. She had just...done nothing?

It was a well known fact that Shoto wasn't the fastest when it came to social ques or interacting with fans (something his PR team had tried to capitalise on), and he could not figure out why the woman had been so casual about meeting him. (Was she not aware of his rankings? Maybe she preferred Dynamight over him?)

And suddenly it was one of those rare moments in his life, where, despite growing up in the shadow of a famous pro-hero himself, and attending a prestigious and well known school, he felt...

Small. Unimportant.

Another quick glance confirms none of the other patrons seemed to recognise (or care) who he was either.

He decided it was a welcome contrast to the attention he usually boasted, and that he was grateful to the woman for not mentioning it.

Y/N on the other hand was quite dejected. She had seen the way these heroes lived - in luxury and comfort - and it only added insult to injury to see his dazzling face juxtaposed against the cracked wall of the diner. She was also gloomy about his eventual departure, and it reminded her of how insignificant her interactions with people like him would always be.

Just another face in another crowd.

She still had a couple more hours of her shift left, and both of these harsh facts were making her more than irritated at this point.

That's why, when the first explosion burst through the door, and her ears started to ring, her first thought was annoyance at all the damage coming out of her paycheck instead of worry for the blood seeping out of the wound on her head.

#i dont get paid enough for this #part one #shoto torodoki #todoroki x reader #series #chapter one #shoto is clueless but we love him regardless #idk how to tag help #mha #my hero academia

[keijisdumcumster]

he's my husband (midoriya x reader)

genre: fluff

warning: none. this isn't todoroki slander i promise <3

work count: 0.6k

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Todoroki has never experienced true love and affection before. Be it familial, romantic, or platonic. So it's no shock when he manages to monopolize your boyfriend's entire being.

You've grown to like Todoroki. He was a great friend, however, your friendship couldn't compare to that of his and Izuku's. It was Izuku first, everything after. You could recall the countless time Todoroki has barged into his your boyfriend's room and interrupted your time together, be it a cuddle sesh or a makeout sesh.

The majority of the time, it wasn't for anything important, he just wanted to bask in Izuku's presence. You couldn't fathom the possibility of being jealous of the boy's friendship, but it did bother you how you've barely spent time alone with him.

You were fine for the most part but you didn't expect to blow during the game night at the dorms.

"Let's play some Uno or something," Sero had suggested.

Kaminari, who sat next to him, nodded vigorously, "We should do teams this time. First team out picks dinner for a week,"

You made your way next to Izuku. His left was occupied by the dual-colored boy so you took his right.

"I can get behind that," you giggled, a bright smile on your face, "Katsudon here I come"

Izuku gave you a grin that matched your own, giving your thigh a squeeze. His attention was then drawn away from you by none other than Shoto Todoroki. You pouted, fingers intertwined with your boyfriend's

"We should partner up Midoriya." he stated

Izuku sweat dropped "Huh? Well, I was going to—"

Todoroki gave Izuku the most awestruck puppy dog look. "I've played countless times with Kaminari. We'll be a great team."

Kaminari gave the lot a smug look as if this was the most amazing thing one could ever do. You guess it is, Todoroki could sometimes be dense and a bit clueless. It was slightly endearing but at this point in time, it was irrelevant to you.

"When we win, we can have some cold soba together," he admitted to Izuku

"That sounds so good Todoroki, I don't know how to say no" he chuckled nervously. Had you been clear of mind, you would've noticed that was Izuku's way of saying 'I wish I could say no.'

Instead, you gripped your boyfriend's upper arm and yanked him toward your body "Okay I'll help you, no."

Todoroki gave you a confused look, "Why not? I asked Midoriya, so it's his decision to say yes or no,"

He held onto Izuku this time and pulled his body towards himself.

"Yeah but Izu's my partner," your smile dropped with your next words, "So find someone else"

"But I asked first,"

"I take precedence over you regardless"

It was now a tug of war with Izuku in between you both. He was flushed in the face, stammering. He didn't want to choose between you both with hurting the others feelings so he was in a bind

"He's my friend!"

"He's my husband!" you exclaimed pulling your boyfriend out of his friend's grasp.

It was silent all around your three. Your classmates stared at you all, especially you with absolute awe. After the initial shock was over, the teasing started.

Todoroki raised his hands in surrender and made his way over to Iida, "Congratulations."

You gave a satisfied hum before linking your arm with Izuku and pulling him closer towards the table that Sero had already dealt cards at.

"Bunny," he whispered into your ear, "what was that?

You gave him a shrug, "Asserting dominance."

He flushed, even more, his face rivaling that was a tomato. He gave you a slight whined about how embarrassed he was but you ignored his complaint.

"Alright. Let's win hubby,"

#bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x reader #izuku mydoria #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #shoto todoroki #bnha fluff #bnha crack #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x y/n #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x y/n #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #class 1a

[shoto-hoedoroki]

Cuffed, a smut by shoto-hoedoroki (NSFW, 18+)

Shoto Todoroki x fem reader, Tags: Handcuffs, boyfriend, sexting, spanking, slight pain kink, hair pulling, fem receiving oral, mirror usage, aged up characters

Word count: 4.2k

This is my first smut piece, so I’m super excited about it, just been horny about a few of the mha boys recently tbh, alr here we go :)

PS: would def do a part 2 if this gets appreciated, might do one regardless, lol!

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Ah, team dinners. Always memorable but rarely a joy. You sat near the end of the long wooden dining table between Moms and Su. Across from you sat your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, who sat between Izuku and Ochoa.

You and Shoto hadn’t been dating for that long — only around ten months. You’d had sex around the six month mark and it had been intense, to say the least. You and Shoto had an immediate, undeniable passion that couldn’t be ignored.

Recently, you’d been testing the waters with each of your respective sexual desires. It was out of both of your controls, for in the bedroom you lost yourselves to each other. Each first attempt at a new kink was hesitant, but once you both asserted that you were comfortable with it, reigns loosened completely and you had each other. You loved seeing the uncontrolled, heated sexual drive in Shoto’s eyes. He was insatiable. He was your drug.

This week of training at UA had been unforgiving. You’d barely had time with Shoto and you were having serious withdrawals. You could tell through the subtle way that Shoto eyed you from across the table that he was lusting for you in the same way. His eyes, unreadable to most, showed you a dark desire that needed to be satisfied.

Your end of the dining table held kind conversation. Su and Momo were giving Ochaka encouraging words about her training, while Izuku and Todoroki listened and interjected when necessary.

“You’ll figure out a way around the nausea, Ochaka,” Su said, “You always have before.”

“Yeah, I’m just stressed out because everyone else is doing great with their new moves. I don’t wanna fall behind . . .” Ochaka lifted her palms up to her blushing cheeks and spared a quick glance towards Izuku.

“You’ll get there. I’m sure of it!” Mom said, giving Ochaka a firm and encouraging nod.

“Yeah, Ochaka,” Izuku pipe up, “I’m struggling with my new move too. I’m trying my best not to imitate All Might with this one, but considering that he’s the best hero of our age why shouldn’t I be? What standard am I setting for myself if I settle, versus if I . . .”

Those in earshot collectively groaned as Izuku began to ramble intensely while staring at his hands. Beneath the table, something nudged your foot meaningfully. You looked straight ahead and saw Shoto staring at his lap. When he looked up, his eyes immediately met yours and you were faced with a look that made your heart beat faster. The lust in his eyes made it clear what he was going to do to you tonight.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. As Momo begged Izuku to stop rambling, you pulled it out and checked the notification — a text from Shoto. It read:

‘I’ve got something I want to try out later.’

You glanced up at him with an eyebrow raised, but he was looking off in another direction. Playing hard to get? Or was he just keeping your communications secret, not giving anyone else a hint at what was happening between you?

Regardless, you texted back:

‘What is it, baby?’

You nudged his foot back under the table for fun. He was looking down, undoubtedly at his phone. Your phone buzzed and you eagerly checked it.

Shoto had sent a plain picture of black-rimmed handcuffs lying on his bedspread, probably taken just before dinner and saved for this moment. He just wanted to rile you up in public.

Your jaw dropped reactively; his boldness shocked you. Luckily, screams burst out down the table at that moment. Bakugo was standing at his feet and screaming about someone touching his damn rice. Kirishima and Kaminari cackled before him. You were able to recover yourself before general attention was drawn away from Bakugo’s scene; everyone had first been alerted by the shouting, but it was just Bakugo being Bakugo.

You looked back to Shoto, who was again refusing to meet your eyes. You frowned, trying to craft up a response to his racy text. Suddenly, he shifted his gaze back to you. The corner of his lip was tipped upwards. His ego was feeling boosted tonight, huh? Maybe he’d already gotten himself off earlier to the thought of you trapped in the cuffs beneath him, squirming while he fucked you until you were speechless.

The response then snapped into your mind. You quickly typed it out and pressed send:

Who’s wearing them first?

Now it was your turn to grin. You looked back up the table to Shoto. He took out his phone again. You carefully watched as his eyes scanned over your daring words. At first, his eyes widened, but just as quickly they narrowed. He shot you a predatory glance up between his lashes.

Your phone buzzed. Shoto said:

I’m in charge of you tonight, baby. You’re mine.

You squirmed in your seat at the words and looked up once more to your boyfriend. He was leaning back in his seat, comfortably smirking at you, his arms crossed and his dress shirt pushed up sexily to his elbows. Maybe what was most sexy was how clueless everyone else around you was, and how meaningful that smirk was to you.

****

The dinner ended, and as everyone walked back to their respective dorm rooms, you and Shoto both lingered in the common area. You bade your classmates goodnight one by one. You could practically feel the passionate heat waving off of Shoto. He didn’t say goodnight to any of your classmates; perhaps he was too worked up to even use his voice.

Finally, the pair of you were finally alone. You glanced up to see that he was already gazing down at you. Something deep and primitive was showing in his eyes.

“Follow me.” He murmured, before grabbing your hand and beginning to walk in the direction of his dorm room.

The walk was silent. You were nervous and so excited. Your heart raced as imaginative images flashed through your mind of what was potentially to come.

Shoto lead you around the corner and finally, after what felt like eternity, you were at his door. He pushed it open and you followed him in. You barely got passed the threshold when he turned and placed his palm against the inside of the door. He pressed it shut, effectively pushing you against the door and trapping you beneath his arms. He leaned over you, and you could merely cower beneath his lusted gaze. His breaths lightly puffed against your forehead.

“I can’t wait to taste you tonight, y/n.” Shoto murmured, leaning close to your ear so his breath tickled it and his gravelly voice was incredibly clear. “I’ve been thinking about touching your little pussy all week.”

You exhaled as the gravity of his words set in. He pressed his lips against your ear, then placed multiple kisses along the side of your face until he made it to your neck. You couldn’t help yourself as your hands reached forward, burrowing under his shirt to feel his abs beneath your fingers. You relished the softness of his skin and reached to grip at his muscled back, pulling him closer to you. He grunted in pleasure and gave your neck a small suck before pulling away entirely.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He turned and walked over to his bed. You spotted the handcuffs from the photo behind him. Shoto reached overhis head and gripped the back of his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your gaze went hazy as you watched this show. His back looked so damn taut.

Shoto turned around, now just in slacks. He had a thin, short silver chain hanging from his neck that you hadn’t noticed beneath his shirt earlier. The cuffs were in his palms.

“Come here.” He instructed. You obliged. He reached for your hands and you watched as he carefully cuffed your hands together in front of your torso. There was a serene focus on his face that nearly made you shudder with anticipation.

“On the bed.”

You obliged, easily, scooting back near the headboard. Shoto climbed over you, and you tried to keep your eyes on his face but they lowered to see his defined pecs and abs flex as he made his way up the bed, and you were in a trance at how his v-line so suggestively dipped beneath his slacks . . .

While you weren’t paying attention, Shoto grabbed your wrists with his left hand and forced them over your head. You gasped as he used ice to freeze the handcuffs, and your hands, to the headboard.

“Shouldn’t have let your guard down,” Shoto growled, “What were you saying earlier during dinner? That for some maniacal reason you thought you’d be in control tonight? No, y/n . . . You’re fucking mine tonight.”

You pulled downwards a bit as to test the strength of your cuffs, but as usual his ice was impeccable. You looked up and saw that same subtle smirk on his lips, just a mere upwards twitch of one corner of his mouth. And still, ever-present in those eyes, the undeniable, heated lust of somebody who was about to fuck his girlfriend senseless.

“Fuck, Shoto,” You breathed, helpless.

Shoto then bent down and finally pressed his lips to yours. You immediately melted to his touch, giving a small sigh of satisfaction against his lips. While he began to unbutton your blouse, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Shoto gave a low moan and pressed inwards so you could feel how hard he was already. Fuck, each time you felt his hard cock, even beneath his pants, the size of it shocked you.

Shoto pulled away from your lips and began to press kisses down to your chest, eager to suck on your exposed nipples. He gave them sharp flicks with his tongue, and you pressed your chest upwards into his mouth, wishing you could grab his hair but unable to move your arms at all.

“My favorite thing about this —“ Shoto said, pulling up and then going back down for a quick nip, “— is that I could restrain your entire body with my ice if I wanted to.”

You clenched your legs around his hips, and Shoto hummed a small, lustful chuckle against your chest.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you in any way that I want.” Shoto spared a glance up at you, tweaking your nipple just as he made eye contact. He forced you to watch as his slick tongue darted from his lips and began to encircle on the nub.

Your head fell back and you unashamedly moaned.

“No, baby,” Shoto said, and you felt his hand leave your chest and wrap behind your head, entangling his fingers in your hair. He then forced your head upwards again, “Eyes on me.”

So you watched helplessly as he pulled away from your tits and allowed his fingers to slowly trail down your sides. You squirmed beneath him.

“Please, Shoto,” You breathed, wiggling your hips slightly, pushing up against his. Shoto bit his lip and cocked his head, as if restraining himself, and let out a short groan.

“So impatient,” Shoto said, “You’re lucky that I'm feeling impatient myself. I just can’t wait to feel how wet that tiny little pussy is for me.”

He dug his fingers beneath the waist band of your skirt and panties, pulling both downwards. You lifted your knees to help the process until finally he tossed aside the fabric and you were fully exposed beneath him.

Shoto then bent forward, holding himself up directly over you and giving you a short, deep kiss. He pulled away so his face was only inches from yours. You couldn’t look away from his dark, needy eyes.

You felt his fingers slip between your legs, pressing up against your entrance. Shoto’s lips fell open slightly, and he easily slid a finger in. The maintained eye contact made it all the more intense.

“Fu-uck, y/n,” He breathed out, pulling the finger out and sliding it back in agonizingly slow, “I can’t wait to have a taste..”

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me, Shoto.” You gazed in his eyes with a helpless look, knowing it would be his undoing. Shoto bit down on his lip, hard; his finger plunged into you, causing you to moan slightly, and he closed his eyes.

He moved quickly away from your face and down between your legs. He placed his hands behind your knees and pushed them upwards towards your head until your ass was entirely off the bed. Your pussy was angled directly into the air. Finally, he moved his large hands down to stretch them over your thighs and hold you there.

You stared up at him, loving the way his muscles flexed as he held your pussy up to him while holding you against the bed.

Shoto bent down and you watched as his tongue darted from his lips. It was cool against your entrance, and he licked slowly up the wet slit to your clit, where he traced small circles around the sensitive nub.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” Shoto breathed against your pussy before placing his lips in a kiss around your clit. He then dragged his tongue back down to your entrance and pushed it inwards. You moaned as his tongue danced inside of you, licking up your wetness. Shoto moaned against your opening, his breath tickling your clit. Your thighs shook, threatening to press inwards, but fuck he was strong and held them steadily spread so he could fully taste your pussy.

Your arms jerked downwards but you were fully helpless. You couldn’t even fight out of this with your quick, not like you’d want to. Shoto’s tongue flicked at your clit, earning a spiral of moans from you. He buried his lips between your pussy folds and sucked, gently applying his teeth to elicit a loud moan and full body clench from you.

“Fuck, Shoto! Nn-h . . .” You braced your teeth and he chuckled against your pussy.

“You like that, baby?” Shoto asked, his voice rumbling low and sending vibrations against your pussy. You glanced downward, met by those damn two-toned eyes from between your thighs, and watched his tongue dart from his lips and press on your clit. You moaned, your head falling back between your arms, and your legs twitching together, but once again held down by his pure strength.

“Mmmm-hmm, yes, I fucking love it . . . Please, keep going.” You panted. But then, his tongue pulled away. Your jaw dropped as he pulled himself back upwards, that stupid victorious smirk on his eyes. You watched his tongue slowly lick your wetness from his own lips and then retreat into his mouth.

“I could eat this pussy all night,” Shoto said, “But like I told you earlier, what I say right now . . . Goes.”

He then pulled down his slacks, allowing his fully hard cock to spring outwards. Shoto brought himself back up towards your head and began to kiss you; he laid a hand around your head and gripped your hair in his hand. You whimpered and clenched your thighs around his muscular torso, and he growled in pleasure against your lips. You knew how much Shoto liked to feel your reactions to his stimulation. He gripped your hair tighter to earn himself more of you wrapping around his body.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathed. You wanted to jerk your damn arms out of the handcuffs so you could feel his slick, sexy torso that was mere inches above yours.

You felt the head of his cock pressing against your pussy and you leaned your hips into it. Shoto didn’t fight it, allowing the head of his cock to slip past your pussy lips. He let out a low moan and thrusted forth another inch, but stopped before he could fully enter you. He remained exactly where he was, only an inch past the tip inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess on the bed.

“Fuck me. Please,” You whispered. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from getting to far as he leaned back slightly. In the reflecting light in the dark room, his torso looked so damn muscular. The chain on his chest glinted gently in the light, hanging between you two. 

“Beg all you want, but we’re doing things my way.” Fuck, the feeling of him so close to being inside of you but not quite was agonizing.

“You’re going to come on my cock more than once tonight.” Shoto purred before pressing forward again, and suddenly you could another inch of his cock between your pussy, and now that it was in more, you could feel its thickness widening your pussy lips. You nearly shuddered, “So we’re gonna start off slow.”

Before he even bottomed inside of you for the first time that night, you felt his thumb press onto your clit and began to move in slow, teasing, circular motions. He was gazing into your eyes darkly, searching for your satisfaction, and you felt the full length of his cock slowly begin to slip past your folds into your pussy.

“I love feeling your cunt stretch out for me. It’s so damn tight.” Shoto said, continuing to massage your clit as his cock moved slowly into you, inch by damn inch. You panted on the bed, maintaining that eye contact, and already your legs were beginning to tremble.

“Fuck, Shoto, I want you to fuck me harder!” You begged, leaning towards him the most you could while cuffed and looking into his eyes. Damn, you were pathetic. But at that moment, you let out a whimper; his dick hadn’t even fully entered your vagina, but it was already pressing against your cervix.

Todoroki let out a low moan. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He leaned his torso down, propped up by one hand, and kissed you, leaving his length as deeply as he could inside of you for the time being. Your entire body was beginning to twitch with pleasure as his thumb’s movements increased in pressure and intensity on your clit.

Todoroki pulled away from the kiss and bent down over your ear, and finally began pumping in and out of you, so very slowly. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from moving away, because you loved feeling his low, deep breaths right against your ear as he fucked you.

You were moaning louder and louder. His finger was now flicking and rubbing your clit just the way you know Todoroki loved to; it’s the way he manipulated you when he wanted you to come.

“Please, make me cum,” You whimpered through moans in his ear. Shoto became riled at the words and gave slow, hard thrust into you. You cried out and clenched around him.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel that little pussy cum all over my cock.” He was flicking your clit so quickly, and you felt the blood rush to your face as you came, moaning and wrapping around him and cooing his name as he eased you to your finish. Shoto matched your moans in your ear, undoubtedly loving the feeling of your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick cock.

He relinquished pressure on your clit after you finished and leaned up the moment your legs relaxed around him. However, he left his cock in, and as you panted on the bed, you spared a glance upwards to see the deep lust still ever present in his eyes.

One of his arms was reaching over you and you realized he was melting the ice around your handcuffs. As you recovered from your orgasm, Todoroki tilted you on your side and redid the handcuffs, this time behind your back instead of in front of you.

“Are — are we switching positions?” You asked through deep breaths — you couldn’t help the long recovery time it took from the orgasms Shoto gave you.

“What, you thought I was done with you?” Todoroki said in a low, dangerous voice. He grabbed the chain linking the handcuffs together and you arranged yourselves so that you were on your knees facing the edge of the bed, while he was behind you. Both of you faced the mirror that he had just hung before his bed. In the mirror you could see yourself on your knees, face flushed and tits swelled with gravity. Positioned behind you, also on his knees, Shoto was holding you upright by gripping the chain of the handcuffs in his left hand. You watched his eyes rake over your ass before reeling back with his free hand and placing a sharp smack on your cheek.

You let out a squeal, but quickly pleaded, “Smack it again.”

Todoroki obliged, and you watched as his right palm glowed red; he was employing the kink you’d tried last week. As his hand contacted your ass cheek, you let out a yelp, but you loved the pain that his heated hand brought to you, because fuck, it was him. You knew a fire-powered spank would leave a mark, but you loved that it was his mark. 

You then felt his cock, just as hard as before, nestle between your pussy lips.

“Still dripping for me, huh?” Todoroki asked, and you watched in the mirror as he leaned his torso back in order to watch his cock slip into your cunt.

“Shi — i — t,” He groaned and you gave a high moan as he bottomed within you. His meaty cock made you feel so damn full, you could happily sit on it all day. Shit, right now you were essentially trapped with it inside of you, as he was gripping the handcuff chain tight to keep you from rebounding away.

“Your cock feels amazing, stretching me out like it is,” You breathed. You knew how closer to the edge the praise sent him.

He pulled out and gave a heavy, fast thrust inwards, letting himself sink all the way into your pussy with another deep moan. “Y/n, you feel so fucking good. I feel like I could come right now.”

You watched him thrust in again with the mirror, loving the way his abs and pecs flexed as he pushed into you, the way his chain rested on his muscles. When he pulled out again, he looked back into the mirror to meet your eyes.

“But I won’t cum. I’m not done with this cunt yet.”

You shuddered at the intensity of his words. “Fuck me harder, Shoto,” You said breathily.

Slowly, his pace picked up. He was gaining momentum, steadily pumping that thick cock into you, and you could feel him at your center with each thrust, and you watched as he bit his lip and flashed his teeth in frustrating lust as he thrusted.

He maintained a steady speed, not one of a man who was about to come, but of a man who was loving the pussy he was fucking. You continued to watch him and to feel him fuck you simultaneously, letting out especially loud moans whenever he bumped your cervix or g-spot.

“Yes, Shoto, you look so fucking good!” You moaned as you gazed over his muscled, gleaming body, and he let his heated hand fly onto your ass a few times.

“God, I love the way you tighten up when I spank you,” He said, slowing his pace momentarily. As he slowly thrusted inwards, he placed a sharp smack on your asscheek, and another. He must not have been lying about how good it felt, because he growled and immediately sped up once more to a destructive pace.

He reached around and grabbed a fistful of your hair in his palm. He now held total control of your body; the two reigns he held, your hair and your handcuffed arms, allowed him to fucking ravage your pussy.

You were now unleashing endless moans, feeling your pussy close up as his cock continuously slammed onto the sweet spot deep within you, and feeling his hips bump your ass. He’d never fucked you this deep before.

“I’m — I’m gonna cum!” You could barely breathe out the words. His dick was so deep you couldn’t think straight. All you could feel was Shoto.

“Cum for me, baby,” Shoto growled, relentlessly fucking you. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, of his dick slamming into your juicy cunt, of his deliriously luscious and sexy breaths leaving him, was all you could hear.

You let out a moan that increased in pitch until you were nearly screaming.

“Just like that, baby,” Shoto groaned, gripping your hair tighter as you rode out your high on his cock. His balls were tightening and his face was heating as well as his own orgasm rapidly approached. He continued fucking you as deep as your clenching pussy would allow him — fuck he was so close —

With one final deep, hard push into you, you watched in the mirror as Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed, and you felt his cock begin to twitch and release his cum into your cunt. You moaned — your pussy could not be more stuffed — and Shoto groaned above you, his grip on your cuffs and your hair trembling.

Finally, he relaxed, letting you gently down onto the mattress. He nearly keeled over with pleasure, and sat to the side before undoing your handcuffs.

“Mm, that was so good.” You panted, sliding onto your back, eyes closed. You could feel his cum dribbling out of you at that moment.

Shoto peered between your legs, and you watched the focused expression on his face as he pushed it back into you with a finger before bringing the finger to your lips to suck on. After removing it, he placed a kiss to your lips and a much gentler hand in your hair.

“It was amazing.” Shoto said. His voice was so deep that it gave you butterflies.

“I’ll go grab you one of my sweatshirts and we can cuddle, would you like that?” He offered, getting up from the bed.

You sighed in pleasure. “Yes. But . . . Next time, you’re wearing the cuffs.”

You heard his deep chuckle from across the room.

“Fine, give me twenty minutes and I’ll put them on.”

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A villain

Ch.9 (2015 words)

Look at me putting out a 2000 word chapter how excellent. Same warnings, Shoto gets introduced.

Tags: @rachi-roo-bnha @magical-girl-04 @imacowboy3

Hawks being verbal again had it’s positives and negatives for Dabi, for starters he could complain again, but hearing his songbird sing again made up for all. Toga didn't feel much of a difference, they still spent most of the time they hung out in silence even before Hawks going nonverbal the two had never felt the need to talk. It was sort of like they could talk without talking. Hawks felt better than he had in months closer to a year now actually which was sad for Hawks to think about, but he had to push that out of his head he had someone to kill or rather someone to bring comfort to, and they were two very different people. 

“So when are we gonna kill him.” Hawks asked one morning while he and Dabi were eating cereal and waking up, it was closer to noon but in their eyes it was morning. 

“Well now that you're a semi functioning person again we can always just go do it tonight.” Dabi knew that was a low comment but he was still slightly upset about everything that had happened, he knew it wasn't Hawks’ fault but he was still upset for some reason he couldn't understand why he was and that pissed him off. 

Hawks felt like that comment was a bit of a low blow but he was fine with that, “cool” was all Hawks said as he went back to eating, he was slightly pissed that he would have no role in his torturers death other than as a look out, but he also felt like Dabi deserved to be the one to do it.

“Maybe you can chop him up a bit before I finish the job.” Dabi felt Hawks deserved more than to be just a look out, the man had broken Hawks’ head even more than before, Hawks needed to conquer some demons just like Dabi, one of the demons was named Endeavor.

Neither Hawks or Dabi showed that they were anxious, but both of their heads were a mess. Dabi was reliving his childhood while they walked through the house and Hawks was reliving all 4 torturous months he’d spent somewhere in this house. Finally they made it to the flame heroes room, they could hear him snoring from all the way down the hall. 

“Loud ass bitch.” Dabi muttered to himself thinking about all the times he and his little brother would go hang out once they heard his snores, he still thought about his brother and sister often, never his youngest brother. Dabi had always resented Shoto for being born, he knew Shoto hadn't asked to be favorite from birth but he still hated his youngest brother.

Hawks couldn't help but chuckle at Dabi’s comment, he found it amusing that even in a situation like this where he was about to kill his dad he could be funny and not even on purpose, it was just a simple comment not meant for anyone to hear. Hawks just couldn't help but laugh at Dabi. He just made Hawks happy.

“This one.” Dabi said quietly, stopping and pointing at one of the many doors in the long hallway, seriously how big a house did they need, Hawks knew it was only ever at most housing four people. Yeah Hawks and Shoto had gotten kind of close in his time in the large apartment recovering and he knew every God awful thing that had gone on and still went on in this house, there had been a question in the back of his head lurking ever since they'd come up with the plan, what would happen to Shoto?

Dabi opened the door, slowly as to not make it creak right as Shoto rounded the nearest corner. He didn't know what to do, why was Dabi in his house, why was Hawks here as well? He understood what was going on. He strode over to the two men. “I want to help.”

Neither Hawks or Dabi could comprehend what was happening, wasn't this kid in the hero course? Hawks asked himself, Dabi on the other hand wasn't surprised in the slightest, he figured something like this would happen. Dabi knew his little brother deserved some vengeance but if they were going to let him help that meant rescheduling and tweaking the plan.

Dabi regrettably spoke without thinking. “Fine but we can’t do this tonight then.” 

He regretted that the second he said it, he still resented his youngest brother but he knew all three of them standing in this halfway deserved some form of revenge, but how would they get it? Dabi asked himself he knew it would be sloppy and risky to have all three of them for a single kill plus this would be Shoto’s first kill as a big brother Dabi was slightly disappointed sure he hated the kid but it was still his brother and he didn't want his brother to turn out like him.

“Fine let’s go to the apartment then.” Hawks meant the apartment he had stayed in while he was recovering but they all ended up in Dabi and Hawks’ little apartment with Toga because for some reason the little mosquito was already there when they got there. She had probably been waiting for Hawks so they could talk about that boy again.

As soon as they walked into the apartment Dabi went to the fridge and grabbed ingredients, Hawks had noticed the stress cooking a while ago but wouldn't be saying anything about it because that's usually when the best food would be served

Shoto surveyed his surroundings, he knew where he was and what bar he was above he wasn't stupid. He noticed how clean and small the place was, he noticed the feathers and what looked like ashes which made sense given Dabi’s quirk, he also noticed ash trays strewn about none full but none empty.

Shoto had to say it “so this is where you went, was worried he’d gotten you again till your feathers were found at murder scenes.” Shotos voice was robot like, Hawks only felt a bit of sympathy not enough though.

“What can I say, heroing and staying in that apartment wasn't really working out for me kid” Hawks said looking over at Dabi who was chopping onions and no doubt battling in his head thinking of a new plan, he wondered if Shoto had put it together yet and if he hadn't how long would it take.

Shoto remained silent, what was there to talk about that wasn't awkward he’d never been good at speaking to people. Hawks on the other hand didn't seem to care about Shoto being there and just went to sit on the couch to talk with his little mosquito of a friend and lit a cigarette. He didn't like smoking weed around Toga, he felt like that was just wrong considering how young she was.

“When will you stop smoking those things kfc?” Toga asked him taking one from the pack he had left out, of course she was being sarcastic and Hawks knew that but he enjoyed the camaraderie and he wanted to see how Shoto would react. He was curious and bored what else was there to do. 

“I’ll stop when I die kiddo and trust me that won’t be anytime soon.” Hawks smiled, tried and failed to light her cigarette with the little pink lighter he kept on the side table by the couch while he said that. Shoto was so confused. What was this banter? Was it a game? Regardless he walked over and lit the cigarette for her taking one for himself he had too much going on in his head and Iida had taken his pack on Friday when he caught him smoking on the walk home.

“Damn no please.” Hawks said still smiling he was just joking but Shoto didn't really get that.

“Hell yeah no please I’m still pissed at you.” Shoto said more to himself than Hawks knowing Hawks really wouldn't care he took a drag still frustrated Hawks had left Shoto thought he’d died or been dragged back to that awful basement or somewhere else to be tortured. Knowing what he did now he felt conflicted about how he felt toward Hawks, he felt they had become friends but now who knows maybe he was wrong.

Dabi was focused on cooking but also somewhere in his head he had to work out all the kinks in the new plan he’d come up with while they had been on the way back there was a reason he’d stayed silent the whole way.

“God fucking damn it how many times to I have to tell you little fucks not to smoke while I’m cooking, that applies to you too ice boy.” The food always tasted weird when there was smoke in the air while he was cooking and he would be damned if his food tasted like shit because of them.

Toga and Hawks put their smokes out instantly they knew how Dabi got when he was cooking, “sorry babe” Hawks said quietly like a child who had just been scolded which he kind of was. Toga had nothing to say and just kept talking about the same boy she’d been talking about for weeks.

Shoto took another drag looking at Dabi just to be rebellious then put it out. “So you finally got over Izu?” Shoto asked Toga, Hawks knew why he was asking, despite what Shoto thought he was often painfully easy to read. Toga could read him as well.

“Yeah lover boy I guess you could say I did.” Hawks couldn't help but snort at Toga’s comment he found it funny she could read the now blushing boy as well.

“I- is it that obvious?” Wow this kid really was not like Toga thought he’d be.

“Can we keep him Dabi?” Toga asked rather loudly, stretching out the last syllable of Dabi’s name.

“Yeah c’mon babe let’s keep the kid then Toga can finally make a friend her age.” Hawks said with just as much if not more enthusiasm than Toga, he wanted Toga to have a friend but he also wanted to see how Dabi would react considering that was his little brother after all.

“We can keep the candy cane jesus fuck, why are you two like this who the hell dropped you?” Dabi yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration, accidentally dropping the knife he’d been futzing with the whole time.

“So I get no say in this, don’t get me wrong you folks seem lovely but I’m not sure I wanna stay here. Also why candy cane?” Shoto asked no one in particular. 

“No you don’t get a say in it because I don’t fucking trust you candy cane. It’s the hair.” Dabi deadpanned at the last statement he made, he knew his little brother was awkward and socially clueless but holy shit he didn't expect it to be that bad, then again what could he expect Shoto had been isolated most of his life.

Hawks couldn't help but laugh at Dabi’s last statement especially the lack of tone and emotion when he said it, for some reason Hawks was always laughing at Dabi it was a part of their dynamic, Hawks was the only person that could laugh at Dabi without dying and Toga had always found that really cute.

“Fair enough it is logical not to trust me yet, and I will choose to ignore the comments you’ve made about my hair.” All of them busted out laughing at Shoto’s matter of fact tone, as Toga and Hawks rushed over and dished up some food Shoto decided he would as well what was the worst they could do tell him no.

The dinner went well, they cracked jokes most at Shoto’s expense but it was still nice. Shoto wondered if this was a family though albeit a fucked up one it had the dynamics he’d read about. Maybe this was his new family.

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