#todoroki x reader

“Why not?” Keigo grins, all that charm doing its job distracting you from how sharp his teeth are. “I didn’t steal you from someone else, did I?”

Maybe you aren’t fooled and you’re just like that– you are Todoroki’s little stress relief toy, after all. Keigo’s not exactly healthy upstairs either, but he can’t imagine what fucked up shit Shoto’s doing to you in the shadows that had you trembling when Keigo shook his hand.

“Oh, no,” you lie easily– seems like Todoroki’s got you trained down to the bone. And look who slipped her leash. “I just…I don’t do this often.”

“Neither do I.” What’s a little dishonesty between lovers?

Since he’d slid you out during the closing remarks, the parking garage is mercifully free of attendees and assistants alike. Keigo takes the opportunity to close the gap between the two of you, splaying his hands wide over the soft fabric of your dress keeping your pretty skin safe from him.

“Keigo!” You whisper-shout as he pulls you closer, hands scrambling to the broad stretch of his shoulders for stability. There’s scandal in your voice as your eyes dart around, but he sees it clear as day in your pretty irises: that apprehension? That fear? It’s getting you off.

“He can’t see you out here,” Keigo murmurs, relishing the way your eyes fly wide in alarm before he presses his mouth to yours.

You make a cute squeak of surprise when he brings his hand up to your jaw, sliding it around to the back of your neck. He feels you loosen beneath his touch, and he tightens his grip, effectively scruffing you while he licks into your mouth. He doesn’t know you well, admittedly, but he’d quickly learned that you have a mouth on you, that you’re fierce and intelligent and unapologetic. And yet…he has you melting so easily for him under the lightest touch, whimpering into his mouth like a little slut after just a bit of heavy petting. Todoroki must be absolutely starving you for affection, and Keigo’s got a bottomless well of it, anything to keep you panting and clinging to him so desperately.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Shoto’s baritone makes you startle in Keigo’s arms, and you shove at him frantically. Keigo wants to scoff, but he humors you, planting a few sure parting kisses on your swollen lips before he backs off, keeping one hand pressed firmly at the small of your back.

“Shoto,” he says coolly, smile not reaching his eyes.

Oh, he’s ticked Shoto off, alright– hands balled into fists by the side of his jacket, that dime of a girlfriend that Keigo’s PR team has hired for several other heroes suddenly nowhere to be seen. Todoroki ignores him, with some visible effort that brings Keigo a very sick sense of satisfaction.

“What is this? Are you trying to piss me off?” His eyes are narrowed and focused solely on you, even with another man’s hands rumpling your dress. Keigo has to give credit where it’s due– you stand your ground, brow furrowing. Bold.

“I’m trying to have a nice night,” you shoot back, turning slightly in Keigo’s grip.

Shoto snorts. “Don’t fucking kid yourself. You wanted to make me mad, and you got it. Let’s go.”

“She’s got plans,” Keigo interrupts your lover’s quarrel, tucking you against his chest more firmly. “Maybe she can call you tomorrow?”

Todoroki’s gaze lands on him, and for a breathless second, Keigo doesn’t remember why anyone ever bothered calling Touya the most dangerous of Enji’s fucked-up line of prodigies. You tense in Keigo’s arms, and he wants to roll his eyes. If you think he can’t handle Todoroki, even at his angriest, you’ve underestimated him to a dangerous degree. The idea simultaneously annoys and thrills him.

“Get over here.” Shoto ignores him again, one hand out, fingers crooked. “Now.”

You hesitate, biting into your lip. You blink big, nervous eyes up at Keigo, pretty lashes batting against your cheeks as you weigh tonight’s reward against tomorrow's punishment. Keigo’s fingers tighten in the fabric of your dress.

“I think she’s happy where she is,” Keigo says, not bothering to hide how smug he’s growing at Shoto’s rising temper. Todoroki’s upper lip twitches; all that cold composure the commission prizes him for is starting to crack.

“Would you mind your business for once?”

“I mean…” Keigo lets his voice drift, flicks his eyes down to where you’re in his arms, your lip gloss smeared over his mouth. Smirks. “It sure looks like my business from this angle.”

“I’m telling you to stay out of it.” Todoroki’s lips twist, ugly and mean, and his fingers flex by his side threateningly.

Keigo wonders idly if you appreciate the lengths to which Shoto’s willing to go for you if he’s stupid enough to indirectly threaten the President of the HPSC right here in the open. Seems like his suspicions about the nature of your relationship were right, especially given that he’d puzzled out a few weeks ago that you are decidedly not Todoroki’s girlfriend, but something far more sinister. Keigo’s obviously pressing on something sore if the concept of taking you from Todoroki for the night has him this riled– what a treat.

“Careful.” Keigo inclines his head meaningfully in the direction of the exit, one eyebrow lifting. “Paps outside. I’d watch that temper of yours if I were you, Todoroki.”

That finally shakes you, your little fingers twisting in Keigo’s suit jacket fearfully. When he looks down at you, it’s plain as day on your face: you’re scared of Todoroki, of what he might do if you trip the hair-trigger temper Keigo’s seen crawling beneath the careful exterior he maintains. He files that away. Interesting.

“Don’t call him that,” you whisper, eyes wide as you swallow thickly. “He…don’t call him by his family name. He doesn’t like that.”

Keigo’s mouth twitches. Oh, he knows.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Shoto’s angry now, properly so, and Keigo’s almost high with the sensation of dangling you in front of Todoroki like a little toy, knowing Todoroki’s effectively neutered if he has any intention of keeping his hero license.

Keigo laughs– actually laughs, disbelieving and cruel. “I’m sure you’d love to, but you didn’t actually forget who I spent most of my career with, did you?”

It’s you that gasps, pulling away from Keigo by just a fraction and saying his name in warning, quiet and shocked. Keigo holds his ground, watching Shoto decide if whatever fucked up thing he’s got going with you is worth losing his career over.

“Come here.” Todoroki finally says, hard eyes falling back on you. Keigo can see the conscious effort it’s taking for him to not march right over here and forcefully take you. He even thinks he sees the smallest glimmer of ice crystals on Todoroki’s fingers, appearing and then gone before Keigo can be sure. If it’s a fight Todoroki wants, he’s going to have to wait until the entirety of pro-hero society isn’t a hundred yards away. Keigo’s fairly positive he could wipe the floor with Todoroki if he felt like working up a sweat, but he’s not sure he could do it quietly.

“I don’t have to go with you,” you say, voice shaky as it travels through the cavernous cement structure. Todoroki’s eyes flash, and Keigo sees nothing but Enji.

“Do you want to go home?” he murmurs, keeping a careful eye on Shoto across the garage. You hesitate, and Keigo clarifies. “Your home. Alone.”

This is the first thing that brings any sense of relief to the tense muscle of your body that Keigo can feel, everything strung taut. Shoto clears his throat across the garage, says your name in a tone that even Keigo can feel in his gut.

“Sho…” you trail off, fawnish eyes flitting between Keigo and Shoto. Keigo feels an inexplicably sharp shard of protectiveness between his ribs; the nerves written into your face aren’t natural, they’re learned. When he looks back to Shoto, he sees it, that same darkness that he’d grown to know over the years, that he’d picked painstakingly out of the outline of his first hero.

“We can take the car I called,” Keigo says, uncharacteristically gentle. He hardly recognizes himself, but the sticky sweet hope on your face is enough balm for that particular wound. He knows he’ll puzzle over this later, but he kicks it to the side for now. He can hear the engine of the Mercedes coming up the drive, the car he’d called to get laid tonight. What the hell is he doing?

“You don’t mind?” You bite your lip, flinching when Todoroki says your name again. Keigo doesn’t miss the alarm in his voice.

“I don’t mind,” he says quietly. 

You seem reinvigorated by this; whatever small, shaking thing Todoroki had pulled out of you—the small, shaking thing that Keigo would very much care to see in a steamier context where you aren’t literally trembling like a leaf—retreats, and something more self-assured takes its place. The look you shoot Todoroki is not one Keigo would like to find himself on the receiving end of; it’s cold, lifeless. Another learned thing that you wear unnaturally. Keigo doesn’t look too long, his stomach’s starting to churn.

“I’m going home,” you say, and you scoff when Todoroki’s brows knit, when his mouth opens. “Not to fuck him, you psycho. I’m going home alone.”

Todoroki’s jaw wires shut, and Keigo can see several illegalities playing over his face before he finally nods tersely. That icy rage is still bright in his eyes, chilling, but Keigo’s unshaken. This is the same thing he’s seen up close for years, just wearing a smaller suit.

“Alright.” Todoroki says, a muscle in his cheek fluttering. This isn’t even close to over, Keigo understands it immediately when Todoroki’s chilling gaze settles on him, sizing him up.

Go ahead, Keigo thinks. I know your fucking tricks, learned them from your daddy.

“Just…go home, okay, Sho?” Your voice sounds defeated, and Keigo’s a bit confused. Hadn’t you just won? “I’ll talk to you later.”