BNHA | Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Todoroki Shoto x You

Authori's Note: Part of the "Fetish Exploration Series".

Last Year of U.A.

You didn't even get the door shut before he had you pinned to it. One hand on your waist, the other tangled in your hair, Todoroki kissed you with a heat that had nothing to do with his quirk, but everything to do with the week-long mission he'd just returned from.

It had been a rough one. You knew that. But Shoto didn't say a word. He didn't have to. His mouth was already on your throat, lips parting as he bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make you gasp and clutch at his shirt.

"Shoto..."

"Let me," he mouthed against your skin, voice low, already moving to your collarbone. "Let me...just for a while."

You melted. This was how he came down. Not through talking. Not through venting. Through claiming.

His tongue laved over the spot he'd just bitten, and you felt the bruise bloom instantly. A hot, tender mark that would absolutely be visible in the mirror tomorrow.

"Again," he murmured, already moving to your other shoulder. "One more time."

You moaned, fingers threading into his soft two-toned hair. "You already have me..."

"Not enough," he whispered, biting lower now. "I want them to see it. I want you to feel it."

His hands slid under your t-shirt, palms rough, skimming up your ribs before he pushed it off entirely. He stepped back just enough to take in the sight of you...breathless, flushed, wanting.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I want to ruin you a little."

You shivered at the way he said it. Not demanding. Honest. Needing.

Todoroki sank to his knees. Before you could react, his mouth was on your stomach. Kissing, sucking, bruising, working his way down slowly, methodically, like every inch of skin was his canvas.

You gasped when he reached your hip, sinking his teeth in hard enough to make you cry out.

"That one's for later," he murmured, lips ghosting over the mark. "When you sit down and feel it."

You were shaking by the time he finally slid your shorts off, and when he pushed your legs apart, he didn't go straight to your core. On no. He pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, trailing his tongue up, down...in circles.

Then he bit. Hard. You gasped throwing your head back and clenching his hair in your hands. His tongue glided over the new forming mark, soothingly.

"Shoto, please..."

"You'll feel me tomorrow," he promised, voice low and soft. "Everywhere."

He leaned in closer and finally trailed his tongue up your centre, groaning at the taste before pulling you down onto his mouth. You cried out, fingers gripping his hair, your hips already trembling with each slow roll of his tongue.

All while you were wearing nothing but the hickeys he'd left across your chest, stomach, hips, thighs...everywhere...like a trail of quiet, dark flowers blooming.

When he made you cum, it was with your name on his lips and his hands gripping your thighs too tight. Your whole body trembled as he held you up preventing you from sliding down to the floor. He didn't stop there. "Not yet."

Todoroki slipped his hand behind you and turned your around, with your ass now in his face, hot tongue finding its way on the soft halves, teeth grazing up and down sending shivers down her legs.