#sub!todoroki

shoto liked going to your place. usually it was a calm, dimly lit room in your mansion for him to practice not getting too excited and how to pace his energy instead of overexerting himself in one go. you'd take him to the back courtyard to let him train with his quirks and then back to what had basically become his room to sit in and calm down without triggering his hybrid instincts on accident.

the bunny was adorable, and you had to admit he had a strong quirk--one of the strongest you'd seen. but, it was those damned bunny instincts that got him in trouble.

when one of the top heroes in the country called you up asking for one of his kids to be transferred into your care from his last trainer for something more "mature" than his teen trainer, you obviously agreed. it wasn't by declining requests from high profile heroes that got you this mansion after all.

you watched videos of the bunny, analyzing all his faults and weaknesses to be able to break them down. most of your hybrid clients eventually developed your mansion as a safe space for them. it was your job to break them out of their habits and then, as a reward, they were allowed to feed into them in your home when their training was over. shoto was just too cute though--you couldn't help but let him feed into it every now and then.

the trainer he had during his adolescence was shit, you decided. because, your poor bunny always failed to get his instincts in check while you were sparring with him. he'd use all his energy fast and get tired quickly, or (despite his stoic demeanour) he'd get too excited and then end up fucking up his move or use too much of his quirk. part of you questioned if he got any training at all despite the ones listed in his file.

you leaned against one of the pillars at the top of the staircase leading to your front doors, arms crossed as you watched the familiar limo pull up around the curve before parking directly in front of your home.

a smile tugged on your lips as you watched the hero, tall, strong, with one fluffy bunny ear white as snow and the other red as an apple step out of the vehicle.

shoto looked up as he got to his feet, giving you a small wave, and polite, "hi y/n," as he went to the back to get his bags.

you waved back, "hello shoto." your eyes travelled along his entire body, down each muscle and area he'd be training later. they lingered a little too long on his ass, that cute little tail wiggling as he picked up his second bag from the trunk. what a gorgeous little thing.

your hand slipped to the small of his back as he approached you, guiding him into the grand doors of your estate, "patrol was good? no issues? or injuries?"

shoto nodded, shook his head, then shook his head again with soft hums accompanying each like a good boy. he always answered your questions so nicely, his hands both in front of him as he carried his bags towards his room, your hand right there to lead him. but this time, he was more twitchy. you glanced at his tail, it hadn't stopped wagging since he got there.

now that you were looking at him, you started to notice blaring warning signs: flushed cheeks, ears that never seemed to settle, shaky hands, a glazed look in his eyes. oh, no fucking way. the stars must have aligned for you, because it seemed like endeavour had sent his precious, favourite son to your estate while in heat. and did that ever send heat down your own body.

as shoto walked into his room, you didn’t miss the way he hesitated when leaving your touch. he put his bags onto the bed, fidgeting with his hands instead of opening them, like there was something inside he didn’t want you seeing.

"shoto." you called from the doorway, voice firm.

the bunny immediately snapped his head to look at you, cheeks flushing further if that was possible as he saw the way you were staring at him like you already knew there was sex toys in his bag. ones he had grabbed on his way out before his dad could see him snatch them from the birthday gift bag mina had gifted them in. it was a half-joke, but he had felt so empty and needy since morning.

"y-yes?" he asked. oh, the poor thing was worse off than you thought. his neutral, quiet demeanour was already crumbling and you hadn't even done anything to him.

you took slow steps into the room--the proximity and your gaze that never left him causing shoto to pout, his bottom lip jutting out like a dirty bunny who knew it was about to get caught. when you stopped, only a few feet away from him, you reached a hand out to cover his on the bag. "are you in heat?"

that caused shoto to actually crumble. his tail twitched anxiously and he opened his mouth a few times without actually saying anything until he settled on, "yeah..."

"awww, poor baby... how come your daddy didn’t let you stay home for the week?" you cooed, your hand moving to thread soft fingers through his hair, gently scratching his ears. your teeth bit your bottom lip to stop the groan threatening to come out after hearing him whine.

"he said the training is too important to miss. a-and that i should learn how to fight properly during my heat too... he says it's an excuse." shoto answered, pushing his head into your hand as his body screamed for more touch from one of the only people he really trusted.

you frowned at that, you'd always known endeavour was a hardass, but forcing a hybrid (bunny no less) to train during his heat was cruel. before your mouth could voice your concerns, your eyes caught gaze at the bag he had been shamefully trying to avoid you seeing the insides of and your curiosity made it first. with a nod, you asked, "what's in the bag?"

todoroki became even redder if that was possible, his ears tucking over his face to hide himself. "just my hero costume." he mumbled so quiet you wondered if his heat was making him shrink into a bunny too.

"shoto." you tilted your head, watching him with a fond gaze. he wasn't subtle at all, but he was so embarrassed. if endeavour really did see heats as just an excuse for hybrids to get special treatment, maybe shoto wasn't used to actually treating his. without anymore patience in you to remain curious, you leaned closer to whisper, "you know, only dirty bunnies hide things."

now it was shoto's tongue being bitten as he held back a whimper. his hands were clasping each other between the two of you. and god, did your professionalism leave the second he walked through your doors--not that you ever had much for him to begin with. but, could anyone blame you? japan's most promising rookie hero was in your mansion once a week, sweaty, tired, cute, and occasionally with an involuntary hard-on. it was only natural you do something about it. and even if they did blame you, being a private trainer meant no boss could fire you for staring a little too long or touching a little too high. plus, you were too good at your job for anyone to stop coming.

one of your hands squeezed his as it rested atop of his bag, urging him to open it, while the other hand moved down to sit on his neck, pulling a little shiver from the bunny. "will you open it for me, shoto?"

your question, with your voice so low and smooth, made todoroki crumble. he had shame, of course, but you were also his trainer that he was supposed to obey. and dear god, did he ever want to obey you right now if it meant you'd keep touching his overheated skin.

he turned away from you, slowly unzipping the bag with shaky hands while his bunny ears gradually peeled away from his face just in time for you to see his bright red cheeks as the vibrating dildo came into view.

"i didn’t buy it for myself. mina got it as some joke for my birthday-" he started to immediately defend himself, not even daring to glance at your reaction for fear of you seeing him as nothing but a dirty bunny sneaking sex toys into your home.

"shh, it's okay. it's a good one. have you used it yet?" you asked calmly, voice so void of judgement it made his skin heat up further--and not from embarrassment this time.

somehow, answering that question made him feel more vulnerable than you seeing the toy itself. "no." he whispered, voice already breathy as his heat-addled mind provided images of your hands pushing it inside him.

shoto shook from the imaginary feelings of the vibrations pushing through his body. his stupid heat that his dad had brushed off that morning was making him whimper and lean closer to you with the whispered plea of, "can i?" like you were in charge of his pleasure, and fuck, did that do something to you.

"of course, sweetheart. you can use it alllll night." you replied, turning him around to make him face you in your arms again.

endeavour could be an asshole, you could hate him all you wanted for how bitchy he was during progress meetings, but you'd give him a million dollars as thanks for giving you his gorgeous son. his gorgeous son who was staring at your lips like he'd start crying if he couldn't kiss them soon.

"really?" he asked for confirmation. he couldn't believe someone was giving him space to experience his heat fully, and help him with it. when you nodded, your hands going to hold his pretty face, he lost the rest of his shame and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours like a desperate man.

the two of you kissed with the same feverish urgency by the time a few minutes passed. he tried to pull you to the bed, hands shaking half from hesitancy and half from desperation, but you prolonged his torture by making him stay standing with his lips on yours.

todoroki whined, uncertain fingers pulling at the fabric of your shirt and pants like he'd die if you didn’t fuck him soon, which--judging by the tent in his pants and the heat of his skin--you were starting to think he might.

that was how japan's most promising ended up on your lap, fucking himself hard and fast on your dick. he had skipped your fingers, begging you to fill him up with the big thing instead of making him work his way up. even though he should have been a tight little virgin, his hole easily accepted your intrusion, stretching around you with the slick he had practically been dripping. after immediately sitting flush against your hips, he began bouncing himself up and down without much coordination.

you groaned, hands gripping his hips to pull him down to a stop when he came for the second time. "alright, that's enough."

your mumble caused shoto to whine loud, the debauched noise tearing through the usually stoic hero. "no, no! please! please, i need more~." he begged, rolling his hips against you even as you tried to hold him still. his aching hole needed more fucking, he needed to feel you hitting his prostate more or he would go insane--he was sure of it. his ass dripped around your shaft from slick, rolling down to your thighs.

your hands tightened and you rolled him onto his back, hovering above him with your hands moving to his waist. shoto shook violently as he felt your cock slip out of his warm, welcoming hole. "y/n, please~..." he pleaded.

"baby, i'm still here. i just changed positions." you assured him as you slid back into his fluttering entrance, making the poor little bunny moan. "my poor bunny..."

todoroki whimpered as you cooed at him, his ears twitching while his tail tried to wag beneath him. "t-thank you." he moaned when you bottomed out, tip pressed right up against his bruised prostate.

"of course, sweetheart. you're too cute to say no to, i have half the mind to keep you here on a cute little leash." you replied, only half teasing as you began to slowly thrust into him, his hips wiggling back against you in an attempt to feel you deeper.

his eyes rolled back at your words. him, a rich, successful, strong hero, reduced to being your little bunny on a red leash and white collar. it brought him embarrassingly close to summing. he'd blame it on the heat in the morning, if he wasn't already in a collar tied to your bed frame by then. "please do that... just keep fucking me forever."

you were convinced he knew what he was doing. there was no doubt in your mind that somewhere in that heat-addled mind, todoroki knew he was saying the right things to make you thrust into him hard and fast until his back was arching off the bed. just to be mean, and make it clear you knew what he was up to, you reached a hand down and grasped the pink rabbit vibrator.

the sight of it made you chuckle, "rabbit for a bunny, huh? that's so slutty of you, cutie." you flicked on the toy, feeling it start vibrating in your hand.

as if knowing what was coming despite how foggy his brain was, shoto's body trembled in anticipation and fear for the impending pleasure. when you pressed it against his tip, he let out a scream, hands darting out to wrap around your shoulders and pull you flush against him. "t-too m-much..." he shook out, dick already leaking more precum despite having just orgasmed moments prior.

"oh, bunny..." you cooed, brushing the hair out of his sweaty face with your free hand while your other tormented his red dick with his toy. "i told you you could use it all night." you leaned in closer to whisper, "and we're gonna use it alllll night."

another squirt of cum hit your stomach, but the way his ass clenched around you, making sure you stayed inside, told you he wasn't done. even if he was starting to cry into your neck between nibbles and gentle sucking to your skin.

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Shoto's face when you pulled out your new toy was not what you expected, nor wanted.

He had frowned at the white vibrating wand in your hands. It made your excited grin fall immediately. “You don’t like it?”

He shakes his head. “I thought–I didn't know I wasn’t pleasuring you enough. I’m sorry,” He mumbles and you can feel your heart breaking. He misunderstood.

“That's not true! Shoto you are doing a wonderful job making me feel good.” He looks at you and nods half-heartedly, and then glances back to the wand, dichromatic eyes looking rather scornful at it.

You set it down, but he just cannot seem to tear his gaze from it. Like he is pissed off that he is even in the same room with the device.

So, you cup his face in your hands, but he doesn't look you in the eyes, still obviously upset. “It's not for me, Shoto. I am planning on using this on you.”

His eyes snap onto yours and widen. His cheeks flush red and you can't help but chuckle at his shocked appearance. He looks away, bashful and nervous, but growing more aroused as he thinks more about it. “O-Oh. Yeah…Okay.”

“You want to?” He nods his head frantically and you kiss his cheek.

“Good. Now, cmon darling, can you strip for me?” He nods his head again, quickly removing his shirt and pants. He begins to pull down his boxers and you almost drool, but keep your composure. You quickly tear your eyes away from his cock to the toy in your hands.

He watches the way you trace your finger over the wand like you're admiring a new toy. You were teasing him and he knew it. He could feel himself getting more and more excited.

“Look at you. Already so hard, and I haven't even touched you,” You tease and push him lightly so he lies flat on his back, his neck propped slightly with a pillow. His legs are spread and on either side of you, as you sit on your knees on the bed. You bring the vibrator over to his boxers.

He gulps at your words and the touch. “I'm excited,” Shoto whispers, using the back of his hand to cover his burning face. He had always wanted to try one, after seeing a couple of videos, but never went as far as to buy an actual wand.

“Yeah? I can tell, you're so flushed right now. Have you never used a vibrator on yourself?” He shakes his head and you smile. “It will feel good. We will keep it at a lower setting and work our way up. Sound alright?”

“Yes. Can we start now, please? It hurts.” You chuckle at his eagerness and turn the wand on. It was quiet, and could barely be heard, but definitely still vibrating.

Shoto eyes it like a kid in the candy store. He follows your movements as you bring it toward his flushing cock.

He flinches when he feels the touch and you rub his thigh encouragingly. Then, he sighs and shuts his eyes. You rub it gently along the shaft and down toward his balls, and finally back up to the head. He lets out another low sigh and you smile. “This is level one. Wanna go higher?”

“Please.” And with a click of a button, you move up to level two. You can now hear the buzzing. Like before you trace his cock, but still nothing more than a couple of deep breaths. He was usually quite loud in bed, so you could tell it wasn't powerful enough.

You switch it to the third level without asking. His mouth falls open as you press it directly onto the head and his cock twitches. You move the wand away from him, and a whine falls from his lips. You roll your eyes and press the vibrator toward one of his nipples. He jumps in surprise, and opens his eyes, now watching your antics.

You use your finger to trace circles around the other light pink bud, he squirms a little under your hold. “Careful, please. You know they are s-sensitive,” He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut when you pinch one of them.

Arousal pulls at you with his erotic words. He probably doesn't even know how hot he sounds. “God, you're so cute Shoto. I’m turning it up to level four.”

He murmurs out a quick, “Thank you” and nods. You bring the toy back down to his cock and he moans breathlessly for the first time tonight. You use your other hand to trace his thighs.

“More!” You raise your eyebrows at him, knowing he is forgetting his usual manners. He quickly gets the idea and stumbles out a, “please!”.

So, you indulge him and turn it up to level five. He moans outright and you grin. You grab his cock and trap the head in between the palm of your hand and the vibrator. His moans get louder, and higher in pitch when you focus on the most sensitive part of his body.

You switch it up to the next level and his head begins to thrash on the sheets. “Level six.”

“Y-Y/N, not just the head, please! Too much, it's too sensitive there!” Blood flows to your crotch and you begin to heat up, watching your usual stoic lover slowly unfold. But, you are merciful, so you pull away the vibrator, and kitten lick the precum leaking, before dropping his cock back to his stomach, with an erotic, smack!

You drag the wand back over the shaft and he continues to moan. You rest it at this level for a while, to take a good look at Shoto. His face and neck are pink. His hair is disheveled from the many times he kept thrashing his head from side to side. His eyes are glazed with tears and when he catches your stare he whines.

It forces you to look back down at his now red, pulsing cock. With all your admiring you had forgotten to move the wand, so Shoto was now humping it desperately. Precum was dripping down the shaft and onto the vibrator.

“I'm turning it up to level seven.” He nods and clenches at the sheets, excited for more.

With the new level, Shoto's eyes roll back and you grin. “I'm not even at the highest level and you are already acting fucked out.”

He shakes his head, the distinct line of separation between the two hair colors no longer there. “Feels good. So…So good.” You sigh helplessly and continue on with your antics, making sure to focus more on the head, which causes him to squirm.

“Are you going to make it to ten, love? You can't cum until we get to level ten.” His eyes widen at your statement and he begins to internally panic at your command.

“Higher! Next level! Please!” He begs and you laugh maliciously knowing exactly what's happening to the poor boy.

You switch it on to level eight and then nine. You were being kind, knowing from the way his body is twitching, he is going to cum at any moment. He struggles with orgasm denial, and besides he was being good today. He deserves your kindness.

His back arches and tears leak from his eyes. You force his hips down so that you can properly rub the wand onto it. It was buzzing frantically now, and loud enough for the room to echo with it.

But, Shoto was even louder. He moans uncontrollably and whimpers pathetically when you force the toy onto his head. He was gripping the sheets violently. “God, Y/N. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please! Higher!”

Still, even with your earlier kindness, you can't help but grin sadistically at the boy. “I don't know…I think this level is perfect.” Globs of precum continue to leak out of the red tip and he stares wide-eyed at you, tears flowing constantly out of his eyes.

He could feel the buildup coming. He knew if you let him go any longer he is going to disobey you. He was panicking. “Please! Level 10. I need level 10! I can't–It's too–Please. Please. I'm begging!” His words were gargled with tears.

With his adorable begs, you indulge him and turn it to the final level. “Level 10. You can cum now, Shoto.” You press it onto his leaking head and use your other hand to pump his shaft.

He mewls at your new touch and arches his back. “Thank you. Thank you. Oh god, I'm cumming! Fuck!” His eyes roll back and spurts of cum come flying out, some landing on his stomach and others on your hand and the wand. He turns his head and screams into the pillow, trained to do this instinctually, because of the heavy noise complaints you have received about your boyfriend.

You stroke him through it until his breath hitches and he begins to squirm away from the vibrator. You pull it away and turn it off, placing it to the side.

You look at the cum covering your hand and his body and sigh, before scooping some off his stomach and bringing your fingers to Shotos mouth. “Open.” He immediately does and you drag your fingers along his tongue.

When you pull away he closes his mouth and swallows, wincing in the process. “Gross.”

You chuckle at him and nod. “Maybe you should eat better,” You tease, coaxing him back into the real world, before moving forward to fix his hair. He leans into the touch and you begin to separate the white strands from the red. What you always do as a part of your aftercare process.

“So, do you like the wand now?”

He looks at you and nods, before burying his face into your neck. “Level ten is my favorite.”