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rut suppressants pt.2

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k

pt.1

The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

rut suppressants pt.1

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — smut, p in v, masturbation, voyeurism, knotting, oral sex, swearing, 5.2k words

pt.2

You were typing away at your computer, responding to some dry work emails about tomorrow’s presentation. You had been working in a small team to design a new marketing strategy for your company’s latest hero gadgets. And of course, you had been pulling the weight of the team, you little hard worker. Or maybe your HR team didn’t hire the right candidates, you decide. It was easy enough though. The hard part was just getting your colleagues to look like they knew what they were doing by 10am tomorrow.

After responding to another email of “What does this mean?”, you heard the front door click open, grocery bags scraping against it. Ah, your mate is home. Finally, you smile.

You set your desktop to sleep before leaving the study. As you walk down the hallway, half-white half-red hair comes into view. He’s got his back to you. Black shirt clinging to his sweaty muscles. Must of been to the gym too, you thought. You rest your shoulder against the fridge, arms crossed underneath your chest, taking in the sight of you husband. He’s going through the bags, rummaging through them restlessly, clearly on the hunt for something.

“Need some help?” You smirk.

He turns around, blue-grey eyes wide. His expression visibly eases, slightly opened mouth forming a closed smile. “No, I’m fine. How was work?” He returns to his scavenger hunt in the bag right at his feet.

“Fine. I’ve got it under control for tomorrow’s meeting.” You push off of the fridge and come up behind him, hand on the edge of the island bench. You look over his shoulder, curious about what he could possibly be looking for. Shoto always gave you a kiss first thing whenever he came home, regardless of what had happened during patrol or of what you were doing. For him to neglect you like this was rather odd.

“You didn’t do all the work again, did you?” His voice had an edge to it… It made you bite your lip ever-so-slightly.

“You know how it is—”

“Well, it shouldn’t be,” he almost growled. “You should all be doing it, not just you.” He cussed under his breath.

Okay, this was getting weird. Agitated over you working hard? I mean yea but, he usually reins it it, accepts that this job is just that for you, a job. One that you’ve talked to him about leaving. And swearing? Not Shoto. Only when y’all are… you know.

“Shoto, babe, what’s up?” You say. You're standing directly behind him, you run your hand through his locks. He hums.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine," you whine.

You watch as he starts going through the fourth bag, pulling out a small box with the label “Rut suppressants. Take as needed. Maximum dosage: five per day."

This little fucker. You snatch it out of his hands immediately, sprinting from the scene into the back of your apartment.

“[Y/n]! [Y/n] stop!” You can hear him coming after you, the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards. “Give that to me now!”

You’re running frantically, heart pounding in your chest, hands getting sweaty around the evil cardboard box. You dash into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Fuck! Where should I hide it?

You look around, [e/c] eyes settling on the dresser. You race over to it, emptying the contents of the box into the first draw, beneath your bras and panties.

“[Y/n]!”

Shit, he’s close to the door. You slam the drawer shut and run-stumble into the ensuite. Leaning against the door, you lock it. Okay okay, think! Think! The door knob rattles.

“[Y/n]! Open this door right now or I swear—” The silver handle is shaking now.

The toilet! You open the lid and crush the box in your hands; it makes those crinkling noises before you toss it into the trash bin and flush the toilet. At that moment, the door bursts open.

Shoto’s chest is heaving. His eyes are unfocused, frenzied. He’s panting… with anger you decide as there’s no way that little sprint could of worked up the number 3 pro hero that much. He stalks towards you, grabbing your wrists and leaning down to meet your eyes.

“What did you do with it?” His tone shocks you. His voice is so low now… and hoarse. It throws you off. “With-with what?” You breath out. You’re pretty puffed. “Don’t play dumb. You didn’t actually flush ‘em down the toilet, did you?” His face is now inches from yours.

You remain defiant, eyes staring back into his. The heat radiating from his left tickles your skin. “Um… well yea, yea I did. They’re um, yea, they’re down the toilet.” He laughs. More like barks. His breath hits your face. All you can smell is his sweat interlaced with his fresh scent.

“You’re so bad at lying, you know that?” He smirks, straightening back up. His muscles pull taut as he runs pale fingers through that snowy, silky hair. You watch as he looks around the bathroom.

“Where’d you really put ‘em?” He looks back down at you, scrutinising you beneath his gaze. Your ragged breathing now hitches.

“I don’t—”

“Don’t deny it!” He shouts. You shrink back instinctively.

You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so controlled. Even when you’re in heat, he’s always got it together. Always able to draw back or change the pace when you need him to. That’s why you took the pills off him in the first place.

You’ve been getting suspicious for months now since the two of you got married that he’s been on rut suppressants. It just didn’t add up. After your first heat together, you had actually asked him about his ruts so you knew when you had to return the favour.

“I don’t really rut, babe.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, heterochromatic eyes averting from yours.

You laughed in response. “You don’t rut?” Your eyebrows raised. “Should I be concerned or…”

“No,” he said shyly, “it’s not like that.”

You waited for him to continue, watching as his eyes fluttered from object to object.

“I don’t get very intense ruts.”

Your brow was still quirked. “You don’t get ‘very intense ruts’? Like, you don’t get super aggressive and horny when you rut.”

His muscles relaxed upon hearing that. He looked back at you now. “Yea, it’s a minor annoyance. Nothing to worry about.”

You relaxed too, seeing that he was more comfortable now. “Trust me.” He took your hands in his larger ones. The temperature difference of both something you weren’t used to yet. “You don’t ever have to worry about control with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring smile.

“Are you sure? I mean—”

“Trust me.” He squeezed your hands and leaned over, planting a small kiss on your lips. You grinned as he pulled back, trusting his word, however strange it seemed.

Had he lied to you? When you had announced to your friends that you and Shoto were (finally) getting married, they had warned you about that post-wedding baby fever. The endless marathon sex you two would be having once your cycles synced up. You had been waiting your entire relationship for that to happen and it hadn’t. So, once you two tied the knot wink, you had been hoping that the talk of pups would come up, but it just hadn’t. That’s when you had begun to think something was off. Even if he didn’t have “intense ruts”, he would still be feeling the urge to breed you, wouldn’t he? Or maybe he just didn’t—

“Where did you put my suppressants?” He stared you down, thin brows furrowed. “Babe…” His hands are trembling at his sides. Pupils dilated so only the rims of his irises are visible. It strikes fear and-and something else into you. Attraction? Excitement? Maybe you should try something else. Something else that’s gonna get you the result you want.

“Make me.”

At this, he frowns even more. “Make you what?”

“Make me tell you.” You take a step forward, feigning confidence, coming close to him again and tilting your head to the side, challenging him.

He scoffs. Those beautiful eyes, like solar eclipses, flickering away from you for a moment. “Make you…” He says quietly. He stares at you even more intensely now as he’s thinks it over.

It’s time to get cocky. “Yea, make me.” You stretch up towards him, arms wrapping around his neck. “I want you,” you move to whisper in his ear, your lips brushing his earlobe. “My sexy Alpha,” you run both of your hands through his hair now. He groans right back into your neck, large hands palming your lower back. “To make me submit to you.”

In an instant, you're over his shoulder, his palm smacking your right cheek. He’s carrying you out of the ensuite. You’ve done it now hehe.

As he crosses the threshold, you notice the door knob was coated in ice, hanging there, limp. Looks like you’ve gotta add fixing that to your to-do list tomorrow. He throws you like a stuffed toy onto your plush bed. His shirt’s already coming off, rippling contours all for your pleasure. Yea, make that a ‘to-do next week’.

Large hands already besides your head. Lean arms, meaty thighs, delicious toned frame caging you in. You’re forced to stare into those mismatched eyes. Not like you’d want to do anything else anyways.

Your breaths intermingle, just like your scents. He just stares at you, licking his soft, full lips. Afternoon light from the adjacent windows makes your figures glow. You love the way it streaks through his hair, and he loves the way it catches on your pretty pink lips. He thumbs your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. You lower your chin, taking his thumb into your mouth. You circle your tongue over the top of his thumb before tasting the pad of it. It’s cold, like a popsicle you suck on in summer. You can think of another ‘popsicle’ you’d rather be sucking on right now.

“I… I-I don’t…” His brows are knitted together once more. Pupils wavering between dilated and contracted, showing off those blue and grey hues you love so much. You stop what you’re doing with your tongue, opting to place both of your hands on his cheeks. His thumb leaves your mouth but rests on your chin.

“I don’t know if… if this s-safe.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling a little. What a cutie.

“Pookie, of course this is safe. I was made for you. You know that, right?” You smirk. You’re a feelin’ like a cocky little shit today btw if you didn’t get that. This man’s shyness inflating your ego.

“Of course I do but…” He averts his gaze, looking at your ear instead.

“But?” You continue. However, he doesn’t respond. He just moves his hand from your chin and tucks a strand of [h/c] hair behind your ear, which has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You do wanna hurt me but don’t wanna admit it?” You tease.

“No! No, of course I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift back to yours.

“Shoto.” You squeeze his cheeks gently. “I’m your omega. If you hurt me then you can just make it better.” You bring his face closer to yours. “You can make it better, can’t you?” You whisper.

He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Y-yea,” he replies, voice low, “I can.” That last part coming out with more confidence.

“Good, then don’t make me dom you, Alpha. That’s kinda embarrassing for you.” You giggle whilst leaning up to him and finally, kiss him.

You both moan into it, feeling the relief washing through you two. But quickly, it’s not enough. It’s far from enough. He growls into your lips, changing his tilt. You follow his lead. You like that. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you part immediately for him. The tangle that ensues is soul-gripping, bone-shaking, mind-blanking, breath-taking…

Your fingers are gripping his locks. His fingers are gripping the hem of your thin white tank top. Saliva, don’t know don’t care whose, if dripping from the corners of your mouth. His exhale is your inhale and vice versa. He catches your lower lip between his teeth. His sharp canines sending tingles throughout your entire being. There’s nothing that gets you slicked up like a lip bite from your Alpha.

He pulls away, you two panting. Not that the reprieve is sufficient or long-lived. Soon his lips are sucking and nipping your earlobe and that sensitive spot beneath your ear. You whimper out his name. “Shoto”, “Alpha”, “Daddy”, maybe “Babe” or “Honey”… yea, those, they’ll be the only words you know for the next week.

He nips at your mating mark, the beautiful white scar just above your left collarbone. He continues biting it, almost re-piercing the scar. You can’t help the moan-mumbles that tumble out of your mouth. Already, your wetness is soaking your blue lace panties and beginning to slide down your inner thighs.

“Fuck,” Shoto breathes out into your other ear. You shudder at the word, one hand sliding down to his shoulder.

He continues at it, licking and sucking and kissing and biting at your neck. Soon, his fingers are tearing through your top. You mewl at the sensation of him ripping the torn, flimsy fabric off your body. His hands reach for your bare breasts, cupping them completely. Those long fingers begin pinching at the sensitive flesh. Your body responds instinctively, moaning, small hands grasping his wrists, breaths catching in your chest and throat.

He fingers your nipples before bringing his mouth down to you, lips ghosting the hard peaks between his fingertips. He takes one into his mouth, eliciting a delicious whimper from you. His warm tongue circles your nipple as you did to his thumb, but just so much better.

You’ve barely gotten started and yet, you know never get enough of this. No matter how many times he’s done and will do this to you, and so much more, you’ll never be forever satiated. You just can’t be.

He moves to the other, keeping your now wet left breast covered by his cool palm. Fuck, that feels good. More moans spill from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. That slick is at your knees, probably. You can’t really tell cause it just feels like a wet, sticky mess down there at this point.

“Shoto,” you whine. He groans in response. “Hurryyyyy up,” you drag out that ‘y’ as you mewl. You shudder as he chuckles against your tender skin. Tender from his bites and sucking, of course.

“You want me to go faster?” He pulls away from your breast, face coming back close to yours. You whine and nod your affirmation.

“But if I go faster,” he strokes your cheek softly with the back of his index finger, “you’ll miss out on all the fun.” His finger trails down to your chin, gripping it tightly but playfully with his other fingers.

Damn, you’re getting wetter by the second. He’s doesn’t usually tease you during your intimacy. Prefers that slow, soul-binding kinda love-making.

He just smirks at you before moving back to his painstakingly slow kisses and sucks on your breast. He only moves down to your ribs once he’s satisfied and you’ve probably soaked the bed sheets with how much he’s turning you on. It’s driving you insane. No. He drives you insane.

Shoto’s hands wrap around your ribs, feeling their rise and fall and their ridges. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing each rung. He keeps those eyes on you. All cocky. He knows what he’s doing to you and he likes how pathetic it makes you for him. And you can’t help but like it too.

After thoroughly kissing and touching every part of your torso, your arms, your everything really, he’s finally fingering your low waistband. You sigh relief and begin wriggling, trying to get those pants off as fast as possible, but your Alpha is still having none of it.

“Be patient,” he growls as he squeezes your clothed inner thigh, your flesh perking up between his fingers.

“But Alpha—”

“I said,” he stares you down, this dark look in his eyes, “be patient.”

You whine, “Yes Alpha.”

Hearing your compliance, he loosens his grip on your thigh and begins kissing your hip bones and skin just above the band. Fuck, he’s really killing you this time. I thought alphas were all, “Let’s bang. Now. Hard.” when they’re rutting but, I guess not. Maybe, Shoto didn’t completely lie to you by saying that his ruts were different to other alphas. Or maybe, he just wants to tease you for once.

You’re brought back to reality when you gasp reflexively to him biting into your inner thigh through your wet pants. Wet as in soaked and clinging to your hot skin.

“You’re not focusing on me.” Shoto’s voice is low, raspy. Fuck, you love it when he talks like that. Especially just after he’s woken up and you two have some fun together before getting up.

“And you’re not even focusing on me right now.” He bites even harder into your thigh, breaking through the fabric and pulling little red dots to the surface of your now swollen, marked flesh.

“I,” you breath out. “I thought you wanted me to be patient.”

“I want you to do both. Can you manage that? Or is that too much for my little girl?” He’s got a shit-eating grin across face. Since when was your husband such a tease, and such a good fucking one at that? It’s the years of pills, you decide.

“N-no, I can’t manage. Help me m-manage.” You imagine that you must look like some blubbering, whimpering mess right now, and you’re not even naked yet. And he’s not even naked yet.

“Okay,” his grin widens.

Licking those glorious lips, those lips that you want on yours and not the ones on your face if you know what I mean, he pulls away from your thighs. He gets up from the bed, taking off his grey sweatpants and briefs. And fuck, you’re not ready for what meets you. For real. Swollen, hard, precum dripping down the shaft.

He smirks at you as he grabs his cock with his hand, moaning on impact. His other hand comes up to his face, finger pointing to the side of his mouth. At this point, your sitting up, thighs to calves, legs spread wide, dragging your wide eyes up and down his body.

“You’re drooling.”

I would say that you blushed at hearing this, but you’re already red as fuck in the face with how hot he’s been making you. You’re embarrassed and laugh it off, hand coming to wipe that spit from the side of your mouth. Yea, that was definitely yours and not his from earlier. That had already dried.

“W-well, how can I not when,” you take a deep breath in and look back up at him, “when my husband looks this good.”

“Have I got your attention now?” That rasp. That will be the end of you. Or the end of these bed sheets, whichever comes first. You nod feverishly. “Good girl.”

Ah fuck. He’s praising you. Fuck. That’s it. If that dick isn’t in you within the next three minutes, who knows what will happen next. You start shuffling over toward him when he stops you.

“No. You stay there. I want you to watch.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, amused by your reaction as you realise what’s going on. Is this how this twisted fucker wants you to help you 'be patient' and 'focus'? By not letting you touch him? And by not touching you?

“I can’t. No. Babe. No please.” You’re shaking your head vigorously, already rising from the bed when his hands find your shoulders and push you back to sit down on the edge.

“Watch.” His voice is commanding, absolute.

You’re forced to obey your alpha and sit there helplessly as he pumps his veiny cock with those veiny hands. The precum now all over his dick with even more leaking from the tip. His dick that should be in you right now. His eyes are trained on you, observing every stuttered breath you take in, every time you bite the side of your lip, how focused you are on how he’s pleasuring himself. That feels even better than his hands ever could. Fucking hell.

“Can I—” You start.

“No. Just watch."

“Not you but my—”

“No. Watch.” His tone is stern. His voice strained.

Fuck. If your hands were bound then this would be so much easier, but no, you’re forced to hold back from touching yourself by your alpha’s command and your own self-discipline. You doubt that you’re even allowed to rock your hips right now.

You watch as his movements get faster and now he’s panting. His eyes half-lidded and tongue darting out across his lower lip every so often. You can see the sweat beading on his chest. You start whining, wanting to be the one touching him like that. What you wouldn’t give to just… just have him right now.

“Please,” you begin. Which becomes a slew of please daddy, please, please let me touch you, please, I’m sorry that I took your suppressants, I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry Alpha, I’m sorry that I wasn’t being patient or f-focusing on you, please Alpha, please let me touch you, please, please, please, please… You don’t stop. You can’t stop. All you can do is sit there, slick drenching the sheets below you even though you’re lower half is still clothed, and plead for your alpha to fuck you.

His pale hips jerk forward and you can tell he’s really close. Would he even let you swallow it? But he stops. He stops and comes over to you, collapsing onto you, arms around your shoulders and neck.

“Shoto,” you squeak, but it’s muffled by his weight falling onto you. He huffs into your ear and you just rub his back.

“Tired already,” you jest, but he’s not in the mood to play with you anymore.

“Enough. I can’t cuddle my wife?” He mumbles grumpily into your shoulder before taking the flesh between his teeth.

You hum, “You can always cuddle your wife, but I’d like it more if you fucked me.” He chuckles low, right below your ear. You feel it vibrating through his throat and chest.

“Yea, I bet you would.”

He holds you for a little longer before pulling back, peeling his sweaty body off yours.

“Alright, I’ll give you your reward,” he smiles lazily, even showing off one side of his pearly whites.

You squeal with delight, “Finally!”

“Oi, settle,” he says as positions you so that he’s between your legs, spread wide, slowly pulling both pants and panties off you. Oi?

“So, you’ve been on patrol with Dynami—”

“Don’t mention him,” Shoto growls. He’s been doin’ a lotta that today and you like it. A lot. “Or anyone else right now. It’s just you and me.” You nod submissively. You really should stop riling him up sometimes. But you can’t help it. You’re a cheeky little shit after all.

The relief that engulfs you once those dreadful clothes are off brings out a sigh of pleasure from you. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. He’s already at the source of your heat, lapping up your slick like it’s the elixir of life. To him, it is. You whimper and mewl as his tongue makes its’ way between your folds. It feels so warm and wet, perfect against your swollen lips. You relish in the feeling of what he’s doing to you.

Shoto eats you out like he’s been starved. Greedily, hungrily, in a frenzy. Without a break for air, he keeps going. That tongue, those long digits curling inside of you, his lips, all making you shake and mew. The whimpers and words leaving your mouth are unholy and impure, some real nasty shit.

Only he can get you like this. Only he can have you saying shit like, “Fuck me however you want, daddy.” Or, “Knot in me, alpha! Breed your little omega!”

Once he’s had his fill, he moves away from your core, grabbing your hips and flipping you over, onto your stomach. His fingers are back at your folds, playing with your clit and teasing your entrance, drawing more filthy moans from you. You feel him move on top of you, straddling you. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with what you’ve been craving for this entire time.

You moan loudly as he fills you up, completely, inch-by-inch. He groans as you draw him in, tight walls clenching around his girth. He stays still for a few moments, allowing you to get comfortable, before he sets a brutal pace. You hands are by your shoulders, gripping the sheets as he fucks you.

Your body is shaking, contorting to his every rough thrust in and out. It’s got your mind absolutely filled with how only your mate can do this to you. You can’t even form a sentence. You mewl, over and over, to the sound of your skin slapping harshly together. Your mingled groans and moans, all that dirty shit dripping from your mouths fill the room. It’s humid. Sweat coating your bodies. Your hair is stuck to your forehead.

Your favourite part — besides from how tight he’s gripping your hips, likely (and hopefully) leaving bruises on your soft skin — is how deep he gets. His tip reaches that perfect spot, making your toes curl and knees bend, before he draws back out, and he does it again and again.

“Sh-sho-shot-to." He grunts out in response. “Sho-sho-I—” Fuck, you can’t even get the sentence out. That’s how brain fucked, how body fucked, this man’s got you.

“What?” He growls. He’s breathing hard, you can hear it, and it makes you drip even more and he can feel it.

“Use your words, baby. What is it?” He groans.

The filthy sounds of him pounding you fills your ears. The squelching of your juices around his length. You can’t even remember what you were trying to say. Oh! That’s right!

“I-I Shoto-Sho fuck I’m-I-I’m gonna,” your voice is quiet and breathy, but he still hears you clearly.

He can feel your thighs beginning to shake, the way your pussy tightens and then releases, and he knows what you mean. “I know,” he grunts again. You continue to moan, feeling your climax coming in hard n’ fast. You gotta know if—

“Just hold on for me, alright. Just-just hold on.” You whimper in response. Not cum yet? You don’t know if you can do that.

“I’ll try—”

He cuts you off, saying, “You will wait for me.”

Your moans and mewls get louder as you get closer, as does his growls and grunts. Even if you can’t wait for him , it doesn’t really matter, you still benefit.

He picks up the pace. You never even realised he had this kinda stamina. But, you should of known. He is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’.

It feels impossibly more pleasurable. It’s like he’s surrounding you. Every thrust is godsent. You couldn’t escape the pleasure of this moment, even if you tried. Your orgasm is building and building, threatening to crash down on you any second now.

“Shoto!” You cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes. Your shaking, trembling, convulsing as you climax. You squeeze around him hard, sending him over the edge with you. You’re sobbing and screaming at this point, as you feel his knot swell and plunge into you. Thick, white, hot ropes spilling into you. Filling you completely with his seed. Fuck.

You ride out the high together, him rocking into you and you rocking as much as you can manage back into him. Breathing out, he leans down, pulling you back and laying you two on your sides. You groan at the movement, still experiencing those last minute tremors of your orgasm. His legs intertwine with yours, arms wrapping around you. He strokes your head, drawing you close into him as you both calm down. You sniffle and he takes this opportunity wipe the tears from your eyes.

You giggle, “Thanks, honey.” The words dampened by your sudden emotional outburst.

“Anything for you, love," he responds as he kisses the side of your forehead and moves to grab the blankets, pulling them over you two, up to your chin. You snuggle back into him, hands grasping his forearms, a mindless smile spreading across your face.

You say, “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

He remains silent for a few seconds, before groaning into your hair. It still smells like fresh cut strawberries in the midst of all the scents filling the room.

“Only if you tell me where you hid my suppressants.”

“Than I’m never telling you!” You squeal. There ain’t no way you’re gonna give up this side of your alpha just yet.

“Hey, that’s not what you should be saying,” hey says. His voice is low, bordering on a growl.

“Sorry for not following your script," you say. And now you’re the one wearing a shit-eating grin.

“You know,” he shifts, now leaning over you and narrowing his doe eyes at you, “if you insist on acting up, then maybe I will just have to fuck you through this rut of mine.”

“I hope you do,” you say with a smirk even wider.

“’Course you do,” he grumbles, laying back down again, nose buried in your hair.

You two lay in silence until his knot goes down, and he can finally pull out. He turn you back onto your stomach and pulls the blankets back, drawing out slowly, making you moan. His cum gushes out, further eliciting moans from you.

You can feel it dripping down your the back of your thigh. Shoto watches, enjoying the sight. Though, before he’s realise it, he’s got his fingers inside of you, finger-fucking that cum back into you. You can’t help but start whimpering and moaning even louder as you feel him fingering you.

“Shoto…”

He draws his fingers back out, letting the cum drip out again. He’s tempted to slide them back into you so that no more escapes, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that you two need to talk a bit more about kids than just “Do you want kids? Yea, I want kids. Do you? Yea, sounds good.”

He clears his throat before saying, “I hope you’re ready, baby.” He wraps his hand around your waist and turns you over, onto your back. Your eyes find each other. The sun’s setting, illuminating how wet and dewy and bruised your soft flesh is.

You breathe out, smiling happily, “I’m ready.”

Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader

🌟smut

"So your the person im marrying... Great.”

“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.

"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.

"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.

Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.

"It's not your fault," he replied softly.

"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.

Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.

His words pained your heart.

"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back

"You aren't either what I was expecting..."

Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.

"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.

Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.

"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.

Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.

"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.

💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒

Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.

Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.

"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.

"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.

"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.

"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.

"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.

"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.

Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.

"Wait."

You turn in confusion

"is there something you need?"

Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.

You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.

Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.

"What have you been thinking?" You question.

Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.

"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."

Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.

Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.

"I've noticed that we've been... distant.

We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."

You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question

Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.

"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.

"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."

"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.

Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.

"I have no interest in finding what we're

'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.

Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.

"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.

"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.

"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..

Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.

"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.

Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions

"s-ho..."

Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.

"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.

"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.

"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more

Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.

"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.

"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.

“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.

Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.

He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.

“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.

“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.

“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.

He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.

“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you

“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.

“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.

“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.

“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.

“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…

You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.

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Over thinkerShoto todoroki x reader

☁️Fluff

You’re in your room studying for exams listening to music when you hear the doorbell ring. You wonder who it could be, as you walk downstairs and open the door to find your boyfriend Shoto standing with an umbrella in the cold rain. He looks like he's been crying for his eyes are red and puffy and he keeps sniffling, ”Shoto! W-whats wrong?!” You practically yell bringing him inside “ are you o-okay!!?” You panic..He shakes his head not saying a word as you pull him inside, shutting the door behind him and he sets down his umbrella. He continues to sniffle and whimper softly as he stands there dripping water all over the floor….

“Oh shoto…”.. “I’ll be right back” .. you go into your room and grab a towel and a pair of your biggest clothes for him, returning towards him you hand him the clothes and towel “ change when you come out we can talk or if you stay like that you’ll get sick..”, “Okay…” He nods and replies as he grabs the towel and the clothes you give to him. He goes into the bathroom nearby and changes out of his completely soaked clothes that stick to his skin showing his complexion and into your dry ones. He was drowning in your hoodie but the pants seemed to fit him well, they were just a little short. He walks out of the bathroom looking a lot better than he did before but still looking upset.

“What wrong sho?..” you question him, “come on let’s sit on the sofa..” you tell him worryingly.. He nods once again doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He looks down at his lap for a few minutes as he wipes away the last of his tears and before finally speaking “…Can I ask you something?” He questions, “Anything sho!” You hold onto his hand, “You promise you won’t be mad?” -He looks at your hand holding his and grips it, squeezing your hand feeling its warmth.

He lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter while looking down “You don’t…have romantic feelings for anyone else besides me right?..”, “W-what?!” “What makes you think that?!” You exclaim shockingly, tightening your grip on his hand He lets out a shaky sigh and bites the inside of his cheek, “…There’s this boy in my class, he’s…well he’s pretty or whatever.. and I heard a few people in my class say that you two talk sometimes. I’m just overthinking it…I’m sorry..” you look at him with a confused look and ask “what do you mean? Sho the only pretty boy in class i have my eyes on is you..” you smile at him , He looks up you and gives you a shaky smile. He feels stupid now for even bringing it up and thinking such things “I didn’t mean to upset you I just…I got scared..I love you a lot and I’d be destroyed if you left me…I know I’m stupid for thinking things so easily it’s just…” he sighs..

“Oh sho.. I’d never leave you babe..” you look at him sadly, it pains your heart knowing he thinks this way… does he think you’d leave him for a “pretty boy” everyone finds attractive hell no that’s for sure.

His heart flutters slightly at your words, he lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter “Really?..You promise you won’t leave me for the pretty boy from your class?..” you scuffed “sho your the only pretty boy in my class… I don’t know any other boy that you could be talking about..” you giggle at his words, He looks away, realizing how stupid he sounds. He lets out a huff and puts his head in his free hand embarrassed “ I feel like a dumbass now..”

You laugh “ Dont say that babe… you’re the only person I’d ever lay my eyes on your my pretty boy…” you smile looking deep into his eyes, “Honestly sho don’t overthink it pains me knowing you think that way..” you kiss his soft lips .. licking your lips in hunger for more kisses.

He lets out another shaky and relieved sigh as you press your lips to his. His free hand rests on your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a moment and buries his head into your neck, nuzzling it against your skin

“I’m really sorry for thinking such things…I love you so much…”.. “You should be knuckle head..” you state while playing with his semi wet hair. shivering as you touch his hair a bit wet from the rain. He gives a slight laugh at you calling him a knucklehead, knowing that he kinda deserves it and then nuzzles his head further into your neck as he speaks “I know, I’m sorry again…it’s just the people in my class keep talking about it…about how you and that boy are always talking and stuff…”.

“It’s just school work plus I didn’t want to tell you this but..” you slowly get closer to his ear and whisper “I show you off to him” you smile and you giggle in his ear. He listens to every word carefully and his cheeks turn a light pink. He takes a moment to process what you said, slightly confused at first “Huh? What do you mean you ‘show me off to him’?”, realizing what you had said but not was too late it had to be said “Oh nothing I just ramble about you a lot telling him how much of a good boyfriend you are sometimes I even get off topic on the project we do …” He can’t help but smile a bit, picturing you rambling about him to the boy as you work on projects together. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks up at you, “You really do that?” He questions “I do..”..” it’s kinda embarrassing now that I say it..” you cover your face He smiles gently at how embarrassed you are admitting it.

He gives you a satisfied smile seeing your beautiful face and moves one hand to cup your cheek. “You’re cuter than you give yourself credit for. You know that right?” You blush bright red “S-Sho!!”.. “Don’t say that” you bury yourself in his neck, He laughs at your actions and lets you bury yourself into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He brings his other hand up and runs his fingers through your hair as he smiles and speaks “Why not? I’m just saying the truth…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. I guess..” you breath heavily You immediately tell he’s enjoying the soft kisses on his neck, even letting out a small and shaky breath when you start biting into some special spots. He takes a moment to speak and when he does his voice is shaky and slightly strained… “Keep doing that and I’m…I’m not responsible for what happens next…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. if you say so..”

You continue on to leave him hickeys moving onto his lips.. He immediately melts into you as your lips move from his neck to his lips. He lets out a small hum of pleasure at the feeling as well as from the hickeys you leave. He closes his eyes and slides his tongue out a bit, gently licking over your lips as if asking for entrance into your mouth,You slowly let him inside your mouth moaning from his flavors mouth inside you… He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately exploring every inch of it as he takes the lead of the kiss. The hand holding your waist suddenly grips onto you tighter as his tongue moves against yours, desperate to taste more of you.

You moan as you deeply kiss him passionately describe for his touch, He continues to dominate the kiss, holding you pressed against him as his other hand moves your hair back and out of your face so he can see you. He lets out another shaky breath as he devours your mouth, wanting this moment to last forever. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to whisper the words, “I love you so much… ” in a soft and shaky voice before delving back in for another deep kiss…

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ᱬ⛧ perfect ~ s. todoroki

sum: just some thoughts of newlywed! shoto after his wedding back in the hotel room.

pairing: husband! shoto todoroki x wife! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. p in v, teasing, dirty talk, stalled orgasm, brief mention of marking, one long round but feels like multiple, fingering, implied breeding want brief quirk use, brief implication of cum plugging, cream pie, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare, just all around loving shoto afterwards.

a/n: a rework of a request from my wattpad days. nice fresh feel and worded so much better. got re-inspired after reading the epilogue of the manga. slight epilogue spoilers in terms of shoto's ranking for anime only fans/fans not caught up on the manga. hope you all enjoy this one! as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

word count: 2,598

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

newlywed! shoto who’s finally married the love of his life in a lavish ceremony that would put some of the top celebrities in the world to shame. after all being the number 2 pro hero has its benefits.

newlywed! shoto who carries his new bride over the threshold of the honeymoon suite that the hotel booked for them for next to nothing. smiling softly as you giggle, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, not that he’d let you fall.

newlywed! shoto who set you down on the floor once he’d closed the door shut with his foot, finally getting a chance to take you in properly for the first time since he saw you at the altar. he loved how the white dress clung to your figure and how your rings now sparkled on your ring finger.

newlywed! shoto who still couldn’t believe you were his wife. was it a dream? if it was, he didn’t want to wake up. after years, you were truly his and he was yours.

new husband! shoto who runs his fingers up your exposed arm, trailing over the top of your back with a soft smile as you shivered. musing out “you look beautiful” and “you’re finally my wife” as he looked you over.

new husband! shoto who chuckles when you blush at his words. he always had an effect on you, even years after your first date. no one ever thought that the stoic shoto todoroki would settle down, let alone with someone who could rival bakugou at the best of times.

new husband! shoto who places soft kisses on your bare shoulder, hand resting gently on your arm. who loves to hear the small gasps you let out as you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your skin.

new husband! shoto who stops his kisses for a moment, stepping behind you to help you out of your dress. who lets the material pool at your feet as he takes a moment to place a kiss at the bottom of your neck.

new husband! shoto who moves to stand in front of you again. who takes in the sight of you in your wedding night lingerie. who thanks whoever is out there that he’s the one seeing you in this, and no one else will ever get to see you dress this way.

new husband! shoto who drags both his hands and eyes over your body, taking in the subtle ways you move under his touch and gaze. the way you close your eyes and sigh out, leaning into the wandering fingers on your skin.

new husband! shoto who rests his hands on your hips, fingers gripping slightly as he pulls you flush against him, loving the feeling of your arms draping over his shoulders. who rubs your skin with his thumbs as he utters words he knows you won’t refuse. “let’s get a little more comfortable, my love”. “can’t have you feeling uncomfortable when you’re wrapped around me”.

new husband! shoto who picks you up and carries you over to the bed, smiling softly as you squeak from the movement. who places you gently onto the mattress of the emperor bed in the room like a doll that would break at any moment.

new husband! shoto who steps back to remove his suit, stripping away each article of clothing until he’s bare before you. heterochromia eyes watching the way you look at him with nothing but pure love, that you look at him as your husband and the person you fell in love with, not as the number 2 hero or the son of the former pro, endeavor.

new husband! shoto who hovers above you for a moment, whispers of how “beautiful you are” and how “lucky i am to have you” sound before he leans down, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that becomes needier.

new husband! shoto who moves his lips to your neck, chest, torso and thighs, nipping and sucking as he goes. who leaves small marks in his wake that have you twisting your body slightly as you gasp.

new husband! shoto who takes a moment and positions himself between your legs, lifting your leg and making it bend at the knee as he places soft kisses against the inside of your thighs. who trails those kisses further up towards your covered cunt.

new husband! shoto who moves the fabric to one side, placing a kiss just over the place he can’t wait to be buried deep inside of. who brings up two digits and slips them past the thin strip of material, pressing them inside your waiting cunt. who’s scissoring them as he moves them in tandem with his tongue he’s now flicking across your covered clit.

new husband! shoto who loves the way you squirm against him, the way your hands tangle in his hair as you graze your fingers against his scalp in a bid to keep yourself grounded. who shivers at the contact and can feel his cock staring to painfully harden. who loves the sound of you losing that battle as you whine out his name.

new husband! shoto who pushes his fingers deeper into you, down to the knuckle as the coolness of his wedding band is engulfed in your hot cunt. the small contrast only adds to the dizziness you’re feeling.

new husband! shoto who’s tapping against that one spongy place that has you seeing stars and vision blurring. who pulls away to look up at you as you arch your back at the feeling of your impending orgasm creeping up.

new husband! shoto who loves to talk you through it with words of encouragement like “that’s it, princess”, “you’re doing so good for me”, and “let me feel you squeeze my fingers baby, give me a taste of what’s to come when I’m buried deep inside you”.

new husband! shoto who feels your walls spasm around his fingers as you reach your euphoria, a broken cry of his name leaving your throat as your eyes flutter shut. who loves the way you try to milk his fingers like you do his cock when he’s inside you. “that’s it baby”.

new husband! shoto who pulls his fingers out and slips them into his mouth, taking his time to suck your slick while you catch your breath. who locks his eyes with yours while he does, chuckling at the embarrassed whine you let out as you turn to face away from him.

new husband! shoto who, when he’s cleaned his fingers, kneels between your legs again once he’s helped you strip out of your lingerie. who grabs both your legs this time and parts them, lining up the mushroom tip of his cock to your now soaked cunt. who likes to tease you by rubbing himself against you a few times before he finally pushes past that tight ring.

new husband! shoto who groans out when he feels the welcoming warmth of your insides, the way you’re already clenching around him, not wanting to let go. who loves the way you’re arching as you press yourself closer to him, savouring that welcome stretch you love so much when he joins with you.

new husband! shoto who wastes no time in moving his hips, pulling back until his tip is just barely inside as he watches the way squirm at the loss before thrusting back into your cunt, savouring the way to cry out at the surprise.

new husband! shoto who begins to fuck you with the sole intention of showing you just how much he loves you. that this is the closest he’ll ever be to someone, that he’ll make you feel exactly how he much love he holds for you and not used as a way to continue his bloodline.

new husband! shoto who’ll only ever take that journey when you’re both ready for it. after all, he’d love to have you round with his child so everyone knows you’re his and his alone. to know that he’s the only one you’ll ever be able to give yourself to completely, and that he’ll be the one who’s the father of your children. purely because that’s what you both want.

new husband! shoto who can briefly picture that image. who has to keep himself in check because that was for another day and a future conversation.

new husband! shoto who leans forward to messily kiss you, tongues clashing for a moment before he leans back. who grabs your legs and moves them to dangle in front of you, enjoying the feeling of the new angle as he reaches deep within you. judging by the way you moaned out and gripped his arms, he’d hit that spongy spot even better than earlier.

new husband! shoto who loves the feeling of your cunt gripping him harder, sucking him in deeper as your slick begins to splash out slightly, dotting onto his thighs as he thrusts harshly into you more. the squelching gaining loudness the quicker he snaps his hips.

new husband! shoto who presses into you deeper until he can feel that tell-tale sign you're near your next orgasm. the way your walls start to pulsate quicker around his cock makes him smirk before he pulls away, slipping out of your cunt as you whine out at the loss of feeling full and being so close to climaxing.

new husband! shoto who drops your legs before shuffling back, grabbing your hand to pull you off your back. who’s quick to turn you around so you face away from him, one set of fingers gripping your hip, the other set wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you back into him and lifts you up with little effort, sinking his cock back into you.

new husband! shoto who pulls your back into a lovely arch by your arm as he thrusts into you, savouring the way you bounce against him as your cries of pleasure increase. who's peering over your shoulder to watch the way your breasts brounce with each reentry of his cock into your puffy pussy. who doesn’t give a damn if people walking past can hear.

new husband! shoto who moves the hand on your hip between your legs, circling your clit with the pad of his finger as he activates his ice quirk slightly. who loves the way you shiver and moan out, begging for him to let you go. “f-fuck, shoto, p-please”.

new husband! shoto who, after a few more thrusts, will move both hands back to your hips, helping you to slam down in the position he has you in. who can feel the way your walls pulsate the closer you get. with words of "come on princess" and "let me feel you squeeze around my cock first like the good girl you are" that will help you reach that euphoria you've been chasing with a broken cry of his name.

new husband! shoto who savours the feeling of your vice like grip around him as he pushes you forward, pressing you into the mattress before he pistons his hips, driving his cock deeper into you. who makes sure to hit that spongy spot repeatedly while you're crying out from still being overly sensitive.

new husband! shoto who can feel his balls tighten as he nears his end. who quickly pulls out and grabs you, before pulling you on top of him after he's lain down. who helps you move and pushes back inside your overly sensitive cunt as he pulls you closer to him, lips crashing against yours in a messy and desperate kiss.

new husband! shoto who after a few more sloppy thrusts, groans against your swollen appendages as he cums, making sure to paint your insides white with his seed as he mumbles. “f-fuck, baby, take it all” and “going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for weeks”. who watches the way you shiver at the feeling and makes sure to keep himself sheathed within you to stop any of his seed from spilling out just yet.

new husband! shoto who lets you fall forward onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you pant to catch your breath. who runs a hand through your hair and kisses the top of your head. "you done so well princess, let's have a break".

new husband! shoto who manoeuvres you both into a more comfortable position as you hum out soflty, placing a hand on his chest to feel the steadying rhythm of his heart. who looks down at you as you concentrate on where your hand rests.

new husband! shoto who spends a good while chatting softly to you, talking about the moments of the day he loved the most, none topping the moment you were announced as husband and wife. “okay, maybe being able to fuck you as my wife came joint top”. who laughs at your flustered looked.

new husband! shoto who places a finger under your chin and tilts your head, looking over your face as you reach up to touch his. who closes his eyes at the feeling of you tracing the lighter scar on his face, normally, he’d hate anyone touching it, but he’s learned to love it thanks to you.

new husband! shoto who kisses your lips lovingly this time, savouring the way you move into him before pulling away from you, hearing you sighing out at the loss of contact and at the feeling of him pulling himself off you.

new husband! shoto who walks to the bathroom to grab some pieces before coming back to help you clean up, taking care of your now overly sensitive body. who’ll take a moment to watch his seed seep out of you slowly, chewing on his lip at the sight.

totally in love! shoto who, when he’s finished cleaning you, will pick you up and hold you close to him while he pulls the sheets back, climbing in and laying you next to him. who wraps his arm around you as he lays your head on his chest.

totally in love! shoto who whispers words of love and affection to you while he strokes your back and side. who thanks you for standing by him when he didn’t want anyone to be with him.

totally in love! shoto who wonders how he managed to be right here in this moment with you. who wonders how he was so lucky to be married and feel a sense of love and security from someone so close to him.

new husband! shoto who was more scared then he let on. who was originally afraid of letting anyone close to him, given his past. who just happened to bump into you one day while you walked the halls of u.a. who took a chance that day and didn’t look back.

new husband! shoto who looks down to see you asleep on his chest, smiling softly as he pulls you closer and the sheets around you both.

new husband! shoto who’s eternally grateful to you for wanting him and nothing more. who can’t wait for the rest of your married life together and the memories you’ll create.

new husband! shoto who knows his younger self would be proud of him and who he was now. one of the top pro heroes, as well as having his biggest supporter and cheerleader by his side for the rest of his life.

new husband! shoto who finally realises that everyone deserves love. even him.

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DEMON PRINCE SHOUTO AU | MASTERLIST

tags/warnings: modern supernatural au, aged up characters, demons, bonding bites, fem pronoun + afab reader

PART I (1k)

Things seem to going well with the prince of hell you've accidentally taken home. Until a surprise visitor makes an appearance, and Shouto must take action to stake his claim on you.

PART II (1.5k)

You learn just what kind of ancient bond Shouto has invoked to protect you, and come to terms with what that means for your future.

PART III (coming soon)

You learn that a mating bond has its downsides (and its upsides). nsfw.

drabbles will be posted under the tag #third prince of hell au

A Circle of Salt | Fic Cover

Minors and ageless blogs, DO NOT interact.

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x F!Reader

Summary: With the end of the Great War and his father’s death, Prince Shouto must find his and his kingdom’s place in a rapidly changing world. As a result, the Todoroki Kingdom has finally opened its doors to its neighbors after centuries of isolation. You see this as an opportunity to not only advance in your career as a lowly government aid but to also take advantage of the tropical island as your new office space.

However, with the nobility working to maintain their status quo, there’s another reason why it may be difficult for you and Shouto to achieve your goals – the prince seems to have misunderstood what sort of partnership you seek with him.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3!

Where You Belong Masterlist

Prince Shoto Todoroki x Court Lady Reader

Warnings: Forbidden love, family tensions, mentions of abuse, angst, eventual smut, FLUFF LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF

A/N: hey everyone! I'm so happy for the positive reaction my poll got that helped me decide to post this lovely fic over here! The Ao3 link is still functioning if you prefer to read on that platform I will be updating my post soon. I hope everyone enjoys, I put a lot of soul into this piece!

Reblogs, Likes, and Comments are very much appreciated and treasured like gold ✨️

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

pairing : pro-hero shouto x reader

rating : explicit

my fic for the @mybigbangacademia collab with art by @king-bito

warnings : explicit content, oral (fem-receiving), consensual collaring (fem-receiving), shouto chooses what reader wears a few times, minor dom/sub dynamics, drinking, mention of arm injury, mention of minor foot injury, food consumption, references to anxiety, yandere-adjacent todoroki

summary :

As a member of the Todoroki clan, Shouto knows better than anyone all the vile, base, and impulsive things he’s capable of. Too bad you’re something of a lightning rod for every possessive instinct he’s ever had.  What’s worse? You don’t want him to stop.

chapter one (wc 13,000)

chapter two (wc 7,800)

in cinders | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 24,362 words

summary: You’re just trying to fairy godmother your best friend into a happily ever after. If only the prince would stop hanging around and cooperate.

tags: cinderella AU, prince!Shouto, romance, misunderstandings, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

deleted scenes: (requests for short drabbles related to the fic)

How did Shouto react when he saw the reader had disappeared from the ball?

*SPOILER* What was Shouto & the reader’s wedding night like?

cross posted on ao3: here

how to mend a broken heart

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader & Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 8424

A/N: my first time posting on tumblr so pls be gentle lmao thanks

It was strange- the way his crimson eyes linger over the cute bubbly girl off in the distance. Was he even looking at her or was he staring off in her direction? Did he even notice he was zoning out? “Earth to Katsuki.” You say, eyes never leaving his face. You could see it. His eyes following her every move and when she smiled- a faint pink dusted his cheeks. Did he even notice you next to him? “Katsuki.” You say a little louder this time, giving him a poke on his arm. 

“Holy fuck!” He growls, head snapping around, eyes glaring but instantly softening as soon as he realizes who it is. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” 

“You like her?” You tease. It wasn’t possible right? The Great Bakugou Katsuki has a crush on Uraraka? “Shut the hell up.” 

Oh. He didn’t deny it. 

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Deceiving the Duke | Master List

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader status: coming soon! length: est. 30,000 words | 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a lady’s maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one - ETA March 31

two - ETA April 1

three - ETA April 2

four - ETA April 3

five - ETA April 4

six - ETA April 5

seven - ETA April 6

eight - ETA April 7

nine - ETA April 8

cross-posted on ao3: Link TBA!

Part of the Romancing the Reader collab with @ofmermaidstories and @cat-slippered

conspire | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 13,307 words

summary: Shouto Todoroki had definitely only asked you out in order to ward off his horde of interested suitors. So why does he keep actually taking you out on suspiciously realistic dates?

tags: romance, reader-insert, fake dating, misunderstandings

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

chapter links:

one

two

three

four

five

cross posted on ao3: here

vested interest | masterlist

pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Reader

summary: You’d just thought Shouto was absent minded, accidentally leaving behind a jacket or a sweater or his vest. You didn’t realize this was a thing. (In which Todoroki Shouto—despite his quirk—has zero chill, and uses his clothes to ward off other men.)

length: 19,500 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, shouto is a little shit

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, slightly possessive behavior

chapter links:

one: coat and run

two: in-vest-ed

three: for hood measure

four: well-suited

five: all buttoned up

fix extras:

What happens when Reader finally tries to return Shouto’s jacket?

What was chapter 4 like from Shouto’s POV?

cross posted on ao3: here

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 8)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8- you’re reading it!

~Chapter 8~

As you walk into the party, your hand on Shoto's arm, you're overwhelmed with senses, A nice, slow background music wafts around the large ballroom from a piano in the corner, The smell of wine and bakery items straight out of the oven drifts to your nose. You discreetly look around to find the sorce of the heavenly smell. As you glance around, you fully realize just how many people were here- it seemed like the whole kingdom! Well, concidering the occasion, it wouldn't be surprising it most of the important nobles were invited.

As Shoto led you further into the ballroom, you made note of the lavish decorations. To one side of the ballroom was a banquet table with delicious pastries and wine- just what you were looking for! To the other side, standing tales for guests to mingle. The walls were decorated with velvet red curtains for the beautiful windows. And ahead of you, a raised platform with thrones.

King Enji and Queen Rei were sitting on their respective thrones, chatting with Natsou and Fuyumi, who had managed to squirm through the crowd ahead of you, "Ready?" Shoto's soft voice broke you at of your daze. You took a deep breath and forced a smile onto your face- though you hoped that he couldn't tell that it warsn't entirely forced. "About as ready as I'll be. You?" He smiled slightly at your cheeky response. "Let's get this done and over with Shall we?" And just like that, his stoic mask was back as you two climbed up the stairs to the raised platform.

POV CHANGE- SHOTO

As he held Y/N’s hand, all he could think was "act normal, act normal”, trying to act like his heart wasn't beating out of his chest He towed her behind him as he passed through the crowd to his father, He politely nodded at all the Dukes and Duchesses, Marions and Marionettes, Nobles and other important people as he passed by. As he glanced up at the platform, he saw his two siblings in their own thrones on king Enji's side. And to his mother's side, a new throne was next to his. It must be for Y/N L/N. Well, that was her name for a little while longer. By the end of the week, she would be Y/N Todoroki, A shiver went up his spine at the thought.

Once they got up to the raised platform, he bowed to his father and nodded to his mother. His father tapped - well, tapped is an understatement. More like banged - his scepter on the marble floor to get everyone's attention. His mother slipped him a small white velvetly box with an encouraging smile. He didn't hear what his father was saying as he ran his thumb over the box. The box with the ring- no, their ring in it. he sighed under his breath as he tuned into what his father was saying. "-this alliance marriage..." of course he would call it that. "… between Y/N L/N and my son, Shoto Todoroki, will strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms.” Then his father turned to him, their eyes meeting for a split second, "The ring, Son." How does your own father calling you ‘son' sound so wrong? Though he nodded as he opened the box.

He watched as her eyes sparkled upon seling the ring, her face a light pink color. He looked down at the ring, silently studying it. And he couldn't lie, it really was quite beautiful, It had two stones, cut into the shape of a heart. (how ironic) One stone was his birthstone, a sparkling Garnet, And the other was what he assumed was her birthstone, a lovely (). He reached for her hand. He chuckled as he watched her quickly wipe her hand on her dress, an endearing habit, before letting him take your hand. Then he took the ring out of the box, setting the box on a small table. Although his father was talking, he paid no mind as he slid the ring on her finger. Then he smiled at her flustered expression and brought her hand to his lips, pressing a light, lingering kiss to her knuckles right next to her lips. he watched as your face flushed a brighter pink - if that was even possible, He smiled as he dropped her hand back to her side. Maybe if he could male her face pink everyday, this wouldn't be so bad. But, just two days until the real hellhole-the wedding.

~Notes from me~

Hey my crazies! I was a little too motivated last night and I typed this up!! It's super long to make up for my month-long break from writing! I hope you guys like this, it took my an hour or so bc y'know, writers block. I was having trouble with this chapter bc I have never been to a wedding or engagement party haha

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 7)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7- you’re reading it! Chapter 8

~Chapter 7~ Your eyes flutter open as you feel warmth leave your body. You whine at the sudden coldness and rub sleep from your eyes. "Morning Sleepyhead.” A deep, husky voice -obviously morning voice - made your eyes jolt open and focus on Shoto's face hovering over you "Akk!" You yelp in surprise, jolting up, holding your hand to your heart "holy-" cough "what the heck?!” Shoto chuckles and clears his throat as you feel blood wishing to your cheeks.

“You fell asleep on me, princess, " his soft voice says with a hint of playfulness as he moves off of you. You grumble something under your breath "Well, you might as wel get used to it. I'm sure your father will insist on us sharing a bed after the marriage ceremony." His playful expression disappears almost instantly and his gaze fixes on his hands in his lap. You sigh and open your mouth to apologize but are interuptted by a knock on the door.

"Come in" Shoto mumbles, still in his sour mood from your comment, before you can protest. Fuyumi pokes her head in, standing in silence for a moment as she takes in the scene.

You, a blushing mess, and Shoto, both of you on his bed. "oooh~" she coos, walking in and shutting the door behind her " you two lovebirds have some explaining to do~" She smirks as the two of you glare at her "What is it, Fuyumi?" Shoto mumbles, crossing his arms and looking the other way, pouting.

"Oh, right!" Fuyumi snaps her fingers, "I'm here to collect Y/N for her dress fitting.” She seems to notice your confused expression and she giggled, "Today's your engagement party, silly!" You mentally smack your head, You were so distracted by the current situation that you completely forgot!

5 hours later, you were bring dragged through hallways by Fuyumi, who was rambling on and on about how pretty the dress looked on you. Soon enough, the two of you stopped in front of an extravagent obsidian door. "Where the hell are they?! " Fyumi grumbles, releasing your wrist from her grasp. "Right Here," Shoto's familiar voice came from behind you he was wearing a red and white tux with a tie the opposite, His face loked a little more flustered then usual. He coughed after a few moments of awkward silence and spoke softly, offering his arm to you "You look very pretty, Y/N..." You took his aim with a soft giggle. You look very handsome too. Shall we?" you nadded to the door.

Shoto blushed slightly when you mentioned he was handsome but quickly snapped out of it and nodded, pushing open the large obsidian doors, revealing the lively engagement party…

~Notes from me~

I got super distracted 😂 so sorry! Me and my new friend from camp are writing another fanfic so this got put to the side, so, I decided to write this chapter longer then usual 😃 thanks so much for your support so far on this fanfic! It means so much to me ❤️

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 6)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6- you're reading it! Chapter 8

~Chapter 6~

You hardly remember what happened after dinner ended. But, Somehow you're in your bed- In the Todoroki castle -you realize after a moment. you jolt up in bed, glancing around the room. the first thing you notice is that the sun is setting outside the window. Must be late evening now. The next thing you notice is that the door separating your room and Shoto’s room is wide open. Shoto. Your fiance. He's sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard, reading,

You slide out of bed and glance at Shoto, who's still reading. He hasn't noticed you yet. You groggily make your way to his room. As soon as you step foot into his room, he glances up at you from his book looking right into your eyes. His hetrochermia eyes are so pretty... you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. oh! You must look like a blushing idiot. He smiles and scoots over on his bed, patting the space next to him. Your eyes widen. He- He's actually... o-okayyy. You don't hesitate and suddenly you're at his side. he puts his book down and leans slightly on you. If it's even possible to blush more, you're done it.

You sigh, "so, engagement party tomorrow?" he groans, "yep. Just a whole lot of drunk adults." You nod. Good thing you don't drink. "Don't take this the wrong way, I mean you're Super nice and all..." you trail off. "You don't want to get married?" he suggests. Your eyes widen in surprise and you nod. he looks down at his hands.

"I think that it's fine that you don't want to get married" he starts. his voice soft. “l'm not exactly estatic either. But, is there really anything we can do about it? My father is pretty set on us getting married." You glance up at him. "mine too." you rest your head on his shoulder and you can feel him stiffen at your touch but then wrap his arm around your shoulders, mindlessly rubbing your arm. “

So," You break the silence "how exactly did I manage get from the dining room all the way up here? because I don't remember a thing!" There's a few moments of silence before Shot's melodious laugh fills the air.

"Seriously!"

"What happened!?"

~Notes from me~

I’m back with chapter 6!! 😝 How are yall doing? I hope that the story is coming along well! How do yall think y/n got up to the room 😏? Anyway, camp is next week so, I might not be able to finish but I will try to post during camp (maybeeee) anyway, thanks so much for reading these ❤️

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 5)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5- you're reading it! Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 5~

Your eyes dart around the dining hall, looking at all the tapestries around the room. You try not to meet Shoto's eyes and try to act natural. Your father's bellowing laugh and Shoto's father's almost sinister laugh send a shiver down your spine. A waiter brings a plate of salad for you and you just stare at it. Do they really think that all princesses eat is salad? So stereotypical. Personally, you don't like salad. You'll eat it if it has meat or other stuff in it but this type of salad? No way. You tap your mother's arm and once you have her attention, you point to your salad. Without saying anything, your mother seems to understand. She calls the waiter over and, to your relief, the waiter leaves to bring back something else.

"YIN." Your eyes dart to king Enji."Tomorrow will be your engagement party to Shoto," You notice Shoto shifting in his seat, uncomfortable. "Then, two days later will be the wedding." You blink a few times before your brain processes this.

"Oh-Okay." You manage to mutter out. He nods and continues,

"After that, you will fully move in with Shoto as a marred couple, " Your brain freezes. 'Married couple' ... he had to use those words. He proceeds to ask a bunch of preferences on the party, such as type of flowers and color, which your mother happily answers for your sake.

~Notes from me~

This one isn't as long as usual but, I managed to whip up this filler in half hour (because I was listening to music... you know what I mean)😏 but, I actually like the idea that Y/N is shy when talking about the marriage but is really outgoing otherwise.🤩 Anyway, next post will hopefully be another long one but it will come out in two or three days.😃I'm hoping to finish this fanfic before I go to camp.😂

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 4)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Quick note: this chapter is written in a different POV! I hope yall like it!~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4- you're reading it! Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 4~

He pulled the girl behind him as he gave her the grand tour of the castle, occasionally announcing the dining hall, grand hall, or some painting, He would stop then for a few minutes so the girl could look at the said item or place. It wasn't until they stopped at a balcony that he thought to ask the gin's name.

She hurried over to the balcony, leaning over the edge. He smiled slightly but then realized and quickly fixed his face back to his normal stok expression. He took a breath and then casually walled over to her, putting his hand on the small of her back, He could feel her surprise when he touched her but didn't react. "So," he started, " I never caught your name" She turned so she was facing him and he was forced to let go of her. "Well, I'm YIN. I was expecting that you'd already know my name, since ... y’know."

He cringed because he knew exactly what she was talking about- The arranged marriage.

She had such an energetic and feisty voice, it made his cold heart -no pun intended- flutter with joy. He had to fight back the urge to smile. He thought to himself, "Oh come on Shoto, Toughen up! You are a rock, You won't - oh damn, she's hot." He was just fighting a losing battle in his mind. He eventually gave in and allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up into a smile.

The girl, YIN, noticed his smile and her face lit up. "So, I saw there was a garden or something down there" She leaned over the edge again and he had the urge to steady her again, To protect this sweet girl. He restrained from putting his hand on her back again, But instead, he leaned against the railing next to her. He looked down. Oh. She was talking about his mother's royal garden. "We can go down and look, I suppose." He said nonchalantly, knowing what she was going to ask. She grinned and grabbed his hand, pink dusting her cheeks. though, he couldn’t tell if it was makeup or not.

She dragged him out into the hallway "Come on! Which way is it?" She wasn't visibly flustered, which surprised him. Usually girls would be a flustered mess by this point - with all he's done. Who knows. Maybe this girl is different.

Within a few minutes, they were down at the ground level, walking through the gardens. She was just so beautiful , walking next to the flowers and trailing her fingers along the stems, he let himself smile and picked a blue tulip from a tulip bush. He caught up to her and slipped it behind her ear, his hand grazing her shoulder. Her hand went up to the tulip and she smiled at him. Her face was now glowing pink, "cute.." was all he could think. They continued wandering through the gardens hand in hand with pink faces.

~Notes from me~

so, I typed up a little longer chapter today because I’ve been slacking off 😅 but, I hope you like it! I had some big time writers block so I decided to plan out the entire fanfic 😝. I have decided that there will be 14 chapters at least. Maybe more! Next chapter will hopefully be coming out in two or three days!

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 3)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3-you're reading it! Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 3~

"They'll be perfect for each other!" Fuyumi exclaimed, "I' finally have a sister!" "Sister-in-law," Natsou corrected.

"Ugh, They're basically the same!" Fuyumi whined, "Kids!” King Enji's booming voice shut them up and at the same time, snapped you out of your trance. You looked at Shoto for another minute, enjoying the sight, before pulling your hand away from his grasp.

King Enji sighed and grumbled something under his breath before addressing your parents. You couldn’t help out glance at Shoto again, who looked like a sad puppy from king Enji interrupting his ‘moment’ with you. So cute! "I will show the King and queen to their quarters for their stay, " King Enji's voice made you avert your gaze away from Shoto.

"In the meantime, Shoto and Y/N will get... aquatinted with each other." You had a feeling you knew what he meant by that. Not a bad feeling, per se. More like a OMG-butterflies-are-doing-flips-in-my-stomach type of feeling.

Your mother turned to you and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead "good luck" she whispered into your ear. You managed a weak smile before she took your father's arm and pressed their lips together -ew!! Then she declared that she was ready to go. King Enji lead your parents away while Queen Rei ushered ben Shoto's siblings away, not before giving shoto an encouraging smile. Soon, you were left alone on the on castle steps with Shoto, You gulped and glanced at Shoto expectingly.

~Chapter 3.5~

He waited another moment before looking at you. he held out his hand and spoke for the first time since you arrived, "Shall we go?" His voice was soft and gentle like his mother. It was comforting while it also had a bit of authority to it, like his father, giving of a sense of protectiveness. You stared at his hand for a minute before smiling and putting your smaller hand in his. he exhaled- almost in relief and smiled back. He gently squeezed your hand and lead you into the castle...

~Notes from me~ Don't you guys just loveee cliffhangers? 😂 Sorry about that but I mean, I gotta get you hooked somehow. For the next part, I think It’ll come out in maybe in two days. But I know some of you guys like smut (maybe not but I’ve seen it everywhere) but I will not be writing smut. 😔 Just a little warning. ❤️ you guys!!

Polar Opposites - A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (chapter 2)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~

~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Chapter 2~

You begrudgingly take the cariage drivers hand as he helps you down from the carriage. Honestly, you think that you could've gotten down just fine by yourself but it isn't "ladylike" or "polite". As the carriage driver helps down your mother and father, you discreetly wiped your hands on your dress. You gaze at the castle, with its extravegant designs and towering steeples. You watch as the large obsidian doors slowly open and the royal family of the western isles make their way out. (Touya's story is still the same, btw) You recognize king Enji and his wife, Queen Rei, and their daughter, Princess Fumuyi, she was fiddling around with her necklace, and was obviously uncomfortable in her dress. You had a feeling that the two of you would be good friends. Then were the two boys, one of them her fiance, the other his brother. You were busy trying to decide which was which when your mother elbowed you gently.

Your head snapped back to her and you rolled your eyes.

Your father gave you "the look" and the three of you started climbing the bazillion steps up to the royal family of the western isles.

Chapter 2.5

You awkwardly curtsy- well, awkward compared to your mother -in front of the royal family of the westem isles, while your father bows. King Enji nods and then completely ignores you and your mother, chatting away with your father, Queen Rei must be used to this because she steps up and greets the two of you, introducing you to her children. You soon discovered that your fiance was the quieter, cuter one. You secretly weren't dreading this marriage as much. At least you'l have a cute husband, And his eyes- don't get me started on his eyes, you feel like you could stare into them for days.

You smile at your fiance, not expecting a response from the stoic prince. To your surprise, the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile. He took your hand gently and leaned down, bringing it to his lips, and pressing a soft, kiss against your knuckles. He doesn't even break eye contact.

Your thoughts were going WILD, "Oh. My. Gosh."

"Am I falling for him?!" "No way" "His lips are so soft?"

You didn't even notice the outside world now. You didn't even notice that you were blushing like a strawberry.

You didn't even notice that your family and his were both going crazy...

~Notes from me~

Officially my second fanfic chapter 🥳! I hoped y’all liked it! I’m good at fanfics in my head but as soon as I sit down to actually write it, I have an ADHD moment (no offence to people who have ADHD). Anyway, thank you to my friend who was constantly texting me while I was writing this 🥲

Chapter 1 Chapter 2- You’re reading it! Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (chapter 1)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

~Intro~

You were the princess of the eastern isles while he was the prince of the western isles. You were known for beauty and kindness while he was known for a stoic and intimidating personality, You were quite adventurous and daring while he preferred to stick to the rules. The list of differences goes on and on. You two are complete polar opposites, Somehow, looking past all of that, your fathers had a so-called "brilliant" idea to arrange a marriage. You couldn't even protest because you were of age to get married…

~Chapter 1~

"You must be polite. Act like a lady for once, Don’t..." You rolled your eyes as your mother trailed off about things you should and shouldn't do. Your head rested on the window of the royal carriage, occasially nodding to pretend you were actually listening. "Y/N! Are you listening?" your mom's voice snapped you out of your trance, "What did I just say?" When you didn't respond, she sighed and smoothed down her dress, "It's important you make a good impression on the Todoroki family" You just groan out of annoyance.

"Yes, Yes, I understand mother" your voice is quiet and you let your locks of curly hair fall over your face. No chance you were letting your own mother see the sadness on your face- the despair of being married off -for all things, a stupid frendship treaty. A way to prove their friendship. So dumb.

~Notes from me~

I have ABSOLUTELY NO experience writing fanfics so, I hope this is good 🥲 hopefully next part will be out in a few days but I get random writers block 😔 thanks for reading 😃!!

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