The Wizard Prince
PAIRING: Shoto Todoroki x female!Y/N
A/N: listen, i don’t know, sometimes you just get really specific hcs about a character and you just gotta write it - brain empty, filled with fantasy!todo
C/W: smut smut golf, aged up!todoroki, fantasy!au, wizard!todoroki, prince!todoroki
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A mistress to the wizard prince, you are keenly familiar with the secret passageways of the castle. You had not intended to fall so helplessly in lust with Shoto, but it’s as if you’re fated to. And now you regularly fall into bed with him. You assume Todoroki is indulging you to spite his father, the King. While it is true that Shoto detests his father, bedding you is something he does purely for his own pleasure.
His quiet, unsocialized disposition has earned him the title of “boy prince.” It enrages him. As a child, King Enji isolated Shoto, only allowing him to train and study. He was the prodigal son, he would inherit the kingdom and ultimate power. But Shoto longed for normalcy and friendship. He refuses to rely on his father’s pyromantic teachings and has become cold as a result. His sheltered upbringing causes him to shut himself off from those around him. And now that he is abandoning his father’s plans for him, he finds it difficult to join others in conversation or romantic pursuits.
Shoto is reserved in most things, timid and unfamiliar. He’s only been able to experience so little of the world and its wonders. But in the act of loving you he is certain. The way you moan his name ignites something within him. Fire cannot be made to feel afraid. The frost of his fear is evaporated by burning desire and you both are engulfed in passion. He thrusts deeper in the heat of your core, pressing your knees up to your head with them hooked over his shoulders. He is barring down from above you, covering your neck in wet, hungry kisses. Your deep, gasping breath hitching at a sudden bite.
“Sh-Shoto… ‘m close,” you mewl over his low growls and the wet squelching from where your bodies join.
One hot hand closes around your neck as Shoto straightens up above you, he brings an icy thumb to run circles at your clit. His pace doesn't falter, masterfully burying his cock into you. The sudden stimulation blinds you as your eyes roll into your head.
“Not yet, princess,” he says. “Wait. For. My. Command.” Each word is punctuated with another thrust deep into your walls.
“P-please… my prince,” your begging through tears and choked gasps.
“As you wish, my love.” His words completely undo you.
You clench around him, the heat in your core finally bursting around Shoto’s cock in fluttering waves. He drops your legs, allowing them to rest on the mattress as he lays above you. He continues rolling his hips into you as you come down from your high, still chasing his own. His breath is hot on your neck as he nuzzles into you. The aftershocks of your orgasm push Shoto past his limit and he spills himself inside you.
His sweaty body collapses against yours, both of you panting heavily. He stays on top of you, leaving his dick sheathed within you.
Nibbling on your ear, Shoto whispers, “I’m want to make you a queen and stuff you full of little princes and princesses. Do you like the sound of that, my love?”
His thumb is still rubbing lazy circles on your overstimulated clit. You can’t resist lifting your hips towards his hand, “Y-yes, my King,” you breathe.