Teasing and end up railing the logic out of shoto when he's studying π€€π€€ he's such a good student, top 3 in class but he couldn't even form words right now
β’ studying with shoto todoroki
The sound of his pen clicking, fingers tapping the desk and little grunts filled the room. ββ¦mmngh..β
βMm? need help..?β You say barely above a whisper as you glance at his unfinished work. You guide his head over to the question heβs stuck on, looking at his flushed, struggling expression.
βHaa... I.. I canβt yn Iββ
βHmβ¦? Youβre top three in the whole class, sho. Iβm more than sure you can do itβ¦β You rest your chin on his shoulder as your hand run over his tummy, and down to his thighs.
βMaybe,, this position is the problem..β You grab the back of his knees and lift them, spreading his legs. Your cock burying deeper inside his warmth.
βAhβ! S..sto..stopβ¦!β His hands trembled, he dropped his pen as he covered his mouth. βDonβt drool on your notes, shoto.β To which he responded by letting out a small whimper.
βThis should be easy, youβve never had a problem with this question beforeβ¦ going dumb on me, hm?β The smirk could be heard in your voice, his legs shook and his cock twitched as he subtly shook his head. You kiss his shoulder and begin stroking him while asking him the questions heβs already answered.
βMm..~ donβ¦t..n..β He struggling to even keep his eyes open. βwordsβ¦β¦β you stroke quicker. Heβs squirming and gasping, you hold him in place by his hips, βsh..shoto relaxβ¦β you chuckle nervously.
He sobs as he makes a mess over your hand, panting as you hum in disappointment.
you lift him up and slam him down on your cock, he yelps surprised and trembling hands grip onto your arms as you abuse his insides.
Youβll make sure heβs completely wrecked by the end of this
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what happens when bunny hybrid!todoroki arrives at trainer!reader's house while in heat?
warnings: sub!todoroki, dom!reader, gn!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hickeys, pet play, multiple positions, vibrators, what if i said warnings and tags are my least favourite things to do
todoroki was a new hero, fresh in the circuit, but he needed separate training from the other rookie's because of his hybrid nature. to accommodate that, his driver would drop him off in front of your private estate every saturday evening after his patrol shift and would pick him up sunday morning. you were a high quality hybrid trainer that the agency had set up for him. "agency" being his dad that insisted all his children go to hybrid trainers. even natsuo who had promptly started ditching his training days once he got old enough to go rogue without any repercussions.
granted, that resulted in endeavour threatening to send him to fuyumi or shoto's trainers instead. natsuo conceded after that--too embarrassed by the mere thought of having to see fuyumi's or shoto's trainers at the same time as them.
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 didnβt 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 didnβt 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 didnβt 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 didnβt 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 didnβt 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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Subby boys who are forced to dry hump your thigh when you don't give them anything else.
It hurt. It fucking hurts but his hips don't stop rutting down wards. The bulges in their thin boxers rubbing up and down your plush thighs in a desperate attempt to get pleasure.
You were busy, or just being mean for a punishment. No hands on him except an occasional firm grip on his thigh grinding him down harder.
The embarrassment was just as bad. You fully clothed, looking at him with a michevous going in your eyes. And him, rutting against your thigh like he's in heat, naked except his boxers.
He tried hiding his desperate moans at first but now he has no filter, letting them fall from his lips freely. His high pitched whine of pleasure filling the room.
It hurt but that doesn't stop the wet spot forming in his boxers. You know exactly when he comes, his hips stutter and thighs shake, he can't stop the pornagraphic moan he let's out at the feeling.
The cum that seeps through the thin material of his underwear lands on your pants. Guess he'll just have to make it up to you some how.
hi baby !!! what kind of sub would todoroki shouto be if you casually mentioned wanting to cock warm him? π
hey bu <3
sub todorokiβ¨ is the kind that freezes mid-breath, eyes flick to your mouth, and doesnβt speak because his brain just blue-screened.
heβs the type of sub whoβd nod slowly.... obedient, calm, like he's taking it in stride, but his pulse is hammering.
you pull him into your lap, sink down onto him without moving, and he exhales like heβs been blessed and punished.
heβs so quiet about it. still. warm. flushed. hands gripping your thighs like an anchor.
his cock twitches every time you breathe too hard or flex just slightly around him.
he wonβt ask to move, but if you lean in and whisper, βgood boy for staying so still,β
heβll whimper. like, softly. the kind that slips out of his throat before he can stop it.
so yeah. heβs a willing, obedient, flushed-to-his-ears, slowly-melting kind of sub when it comes to cockwarming.
he doesn't just let you use him, he aches to be used. and thanked for it
MHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU USING YOUR QUIRK ON THEM.
WARNINGS. / each boy has different quirks used, dubcon(?) for bakugo, shoto discovers he has a giantess kink. no sex fully mentioned, Katsuki has the longest bcs it's a prompt I use a lot el oh el
A/N. / I wanted to do more characters but like its 2am and I just cannot write for more than 3 characters right now but I'm so glad I managed to find my writing spark back teeheee
β Izuku gasps as your fingers slowly drag up his chin, the soft skin a contrast to the roughness of his own, the smell of you is sweet, way too sweet.
His eyes shoot open as the that familiar pink smoke drifts out from your palms. Your quirk, a strong aphrodisiac that is not easily ridden of. The smell hits his nose as strong as brick flying to his face.
Izuku attempts to ignore the obvious twitching in his pants, the tightening that signals the pleasure coursing through his veins, but it's inevitable as your hand slides down his chest, fingers teasing the bandages wrapped around his body before poking the protruding hard on in his pants.
βAwh Izuku, already? And I thought you had grown some sort of resistance to it... considering I've used it so many different times on you.β Your teasing voice comes through, but it's nothing but a blur for Izuku as his head throws back, landing on the pillow behind him.
It's gonna be a long tonight.
/
β Katsuki's in the kitchen, cooking up a small meal to prepare for the movie night you two had planned, and you sat on the couch, scrolling through the endless TV shows and movies the site had to offer.
After a little too much scrolling, you roll your eyes in boredom, slumping against the couch before you notice Katsuki in the kitchen, wearing only those ragged sweatpants and an apron (for safety measures of course.)
Your tentacles wriggle behind you, like they're hungry, but not for meat, but for Katsuki in that sexy fucking apron. Placing the remote down, you slowly wander over to the kitchen, bare feet silent against the ground as you sneak up on Katsuki.
You can't help but have your gaze wander down his back, fuck... those muscles, all earned from years of hard work and hero stuff. It's not long before two of your tentacles latch on to him, one around his chest and around the waist.
βWhat the-β Katsuki is cut-off as your suckers pull on and off his nipples too well, his head thrown down as his dicing of tomatoes halt. βShit. Baby.β It's struggled, hands gripping the kitchen counter as Katsuki's hips buck up instinctively.
One free tentacle slides up and shoves itself into Katsuki's mouth, and he willingly gags on it, moans muffled as his eyes roll back into his head. Let's just say that no food or movies were done tonight.
/
β Shoto's eyes widen in both awe and nervousness as he looks up at you, you're taller, like way taller, like Mt. Lady tall. Okay maybe not that tall, but you're touching the roof! Standing at 10ft tall, you feel pride swell within you as your boyfriend stares at you with pure love in his eyes.
Is he... into this? His girlfriend so tall... and so strong, and all those musclesβ gah! What is he talking about, hell Shoto can feel himself physically watering up. βWhat's wrong Sho', found somethin' you like?β Your teasing voice comes through, and Shoto has to gulp as he bends his neck to look up at you.
βI... I think I figured out something.β You giggle at his words, using one hand to lift him up by his hoodie. His hands quickly fly down to the boner in his pants, covering up what you've seen a million times. You quickly use your own free hand to remove his, cooing at the boner. βI think you really have figured something out. Let's test out how well you can handle me, yeah?β And you've never seen him nod so quick in his life.
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Hi! Could I request something? Overstimming Todoroki by letting him ride your strap for god knows how long, gripping onto his hips or thighs, pushing him back down on your strap if he even attempts to stop !
"p-please, [name]!" Todoroki can't tell what he's begging for anymore. You've been overstimulating him for so long that he doesn't know whether he wants you to let him cum again or for you to stop fucking him.
Though when your strap just hits all the right places in him that makes his eyes roll back and head throw backwards, he's thinking that he wants the former rather than the latter.
You raise a eyebrow at him. "Please what todoroki?" With your hands lightly on his hips, you're really barely doing any of the work. Whether he realizes it or not, todoroki is the one who's making himself cum over and over again. You're just sitting back and enjoying the show, really.
"C-Can you- ah! l-let me cum? please?"
You see his movements starting to slow down, probably tired from riding your strap for god knows how long. And so you do him a favor by grabbing his hips tighter, lifting him up until the strap is barely in him, before slamming him back down on it.
"yeah? you still want to cum after already doing so three times already?"
Todoroki cries out and grips the sheets underneath him tightly and you suddenly feel cold.
Glancing at the sheets underneath you as you continue to fuck into him, you see specks and shards of ice around where his hands are and you assume that todoroki must have activated his quirk on accident. He's so dumbed down and overstimulated that he didn't even realize, you realize.
"Shit, maybe i should overstimulate you more often, baby."
The librarian tells everyone to be quiet but I wanna fuck a librarian while he's on the job. Wanna make him sit on my lap and jerk him off under the table or maybe I could sit on his lap instead and cockwarm him while he tries to stay quiet only to beg for me to get up. He's on the job after all! He needs to be a good example for others! He can't just let out these whines and sobs!
Oh and I wanna make him read a book while I tease him, hear him break his words or try to keep his vision from blurring.
Shoto was so tired and needy. These last few days have not been easy for him, it seems that the whole city is a mess, and he, as a great superhero, needs to play his role. But saving people all the time, without breaks, is making him very stressed. He doesn't have time to stay with you anymore - and that's killing the man.
Even on normal days, he suffers when he goes a long time without seeing you. Poor boy, he longs for your presence.
It took some time for Shoto to understand his own feelings and declare himself to you. And after he managed to understand, he gave himself totally to you.
Since then the man dedicates the air that breathes you, everything he does is to please you or thinking of you. His wife.
After two stressful weeks of continuous work, things seem to have calmed down. Because of this, he decided to take a day off to spend time with his wife. You could watch a movie, cook together, sleep hugged, and remember the old days of a student. Those were his plans, not yours.
- Babyβ¦.- ahhβ¦.f-fuck
The hero was lying on your shared bed, totally naked, while you played with his cock. The sensation of heat ran through his body, along with an electrifying sensation, which made the situation even more intense. Damn, how could you be so good with your hands? Honestly he didn't even remember how many times he had come, he can only feel the burning in his thighs and another wave of pleasure that reaches his body. He is totally out of breath, he can't even formulate a sentence correctly. The hair with two colors stuck to his forehead, because of the sweat. How long have you been playing with him? He's already lost track of time too.
In a matter of seconds, another orgasm takes over Shoto's body, now even more intense than the other times, he thinks about asking you to stop. But fuck how much he missed it.
