#todo

shoto todoroki nominated for best leading actor 

a/n: im not normal abt him

his father swore he was going to change but some mindsets never die. especially while in the middle of dinner he exploded at the news of your engagement with a hiss of “she doesn’t even have a quirk.” 

shoto took your hand and stood with you and left without saying a word. his brows were furrowed and he had a frown on his face. you kept whispering to him that it was okay and you knew he didn’t feel the same but you couldn’t get past his thoughts. 

he was so angry. he doesn’t care that you don’t have a quirk, kind of even likes it. likes that he has to protect you so fiercely, gets to be your hero. 

“sho.” you tug on his hand. “what’re we doing here?” you crane your neck up at his fathers agency. 

“just.. he made me so mad..” he pushes his key into the lock and has you step in first. 

the door clicks shut and he presses his hand to your lower back, guiding you through the hushed halls. he stops you in front of a large set of double doors and when he pushes them open you can immediately tell that it’s his fathers office. you step in, turning to him when you hear him shut the wooden doors. 

“sho-? mmf!” you squeak when he kisses you. 

he picks you up and walks you over to the massive desk, setting you down on the wood, never letting his lips leave yours. he pushes pens and papers to the floor, leaning down and pressing one of his hands on the wood and the other on the small of your back to scoot you closer. 

“i love you so much.” he mumbles, staring to kiss down your jaw. 

“shoto.” you moan, burying your fingers in his hair. 

“i’ve never cared that you don’t have a quirk.” he mumbles. “i like protecting you, taking care of you. you’re mine.” he nods, sucking a small spot on your neck. 

“i’m yours.” you whisper.

“mine.” he mumbles over and over as he nibbles small marks all over your neck. 

his pants tighten at your moan, slipping his hand up your skirt and brushing his fingers on your panties. “shoto.” you bury your fingers into his hair and tug him back to look at you. 

“i need you.” he blinks up at you. “please.” he nuzzles into your arm. 

“sho.” you slide your hand down to cup his cheek. 

“i’ll make it worth it.” his lip twitches up. “then i’ll carry you home.. and.. give you a bubble bath.. and give you kisses.. and feed you sweets..” he’s inching lower with every offer. 

you let him dip his head beneath your skirt and he leaves a trail of kisses up your thighs, sucking soft little marks. when he licks up your panties, you toss your head back, nails scraping against the desk as his tongue prods at your clit. he pushes up your skirt so he can look up at you as he teases you over the cotton. 

“shoto.” your thighs shake. 

“can i pull them to the side?” he blinks up at you. 

you nod your head and he’s quick to move them and attach his mouth right back to you. he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue grazing over the sensitive bud while your fingers scrunch up a piece of paper on the desk. your toes curl, hips grinding against his face as he licks down to your leaking cunt. 

“iloveyousomuch.” he mumbles, making out with your pussy before pushing his tongue in. 

he’s groaning and slurping, sending heat to your face with each sound. his fingers are biting into your plush as he slowly fucks his tongue into you, shaking his face enough to nudge your clit against his nose. when he hears your gasp, he smiles into you and fucks you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. 

“shoto! i- im gonna cum! don’t wanna- aghh! make a mess.” you tug on his hair. 

“s’okay.” he licks back up to your clit. “make a mess.” he nods before sucking it back into his mouth. 

he flicks his tongue faster, smiling when he hears those little gasps he knows all too well and with a swirl of his tongue you cum down his chin. you’re pulling at his hair, tugging him closer while waves of pleasure wash through you. he pulls back and looks up at you with lidded eyes and a slick chin. 

“my wife is so pretty.” he presses his cheek to your thigh. 

“we’re not married yet.” you giggle. 

“we could get married right now.” he hums, eyes fluttering shut as you run your fingers through his hair. “skip the wedding, the family.. all i want is you. us.” he nods. “we can sign the papers.. fly out.”

“sho..” you cup his cheek. 

“can i fuck you?” your eyes widen. 

“shoto!” you gasp. “not here.” 

“at home?” he tilts his head. “then we sign the papers when you’re all glowy and sleepy?” he bats his lashes up at you. 

“yes.” you reach for his shoulder and pull him up towards you. 

“yes to which one?” he leans up and presses his lips to yours. 

“both.” you smile, kissing him back. 

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