Work Text:
Shoto adores your body, every single bit of it. Something about your neck though has him wild.
It’s his most comfortable place.
He loves how cozy he can get in the crook of it, especially after a long day or when he’s just tired. He nuzzles himself in, chasing your scent, and if you start stroking his hair he drifts right off.
He likes when you experiment with updos and put on long earrings. Cascade earrings, ones with tiny pearls or the ones he bought you recently with ginkgo leaves on the ends, bouncing gracefully on the side of your neck when you move. He’s completely spellbound by you.
The neck is also the part he likes to mark most.
God forbid you wear halternecks or loose tops, the man gets feral. Seeing the soft trail of your skin, so clean and untouched... he gets closer all innocent and starts peppering kisses just to suddenly nip at the base of your neck before sucking on it. He smiles proud and pleased seeing you covered in hickeys, smile that gets wider if people notice his purple marks all over you.
He noticed it’s one of you most erogenous zones too. How he can feel your breath hitch when his mouth is on your soft skin, making you squirm.
“You’re so sensitive”, he whispers on the shell of your ear.
You release a shaky exhale, his lips now trailing up to your jaw to then come back down with a slow lick on the side of your neck.
Your mind is in a haze, moans shamelessly spilling from your mouth as you grab his head to pull him as close as you can.
He latches on your pulse point and sucks, small drums in his mouth. Your head is thrown back as waves crash in your lower stomach.
All this attention and worship gives you the courage one night to give voice to a thought.
“Can we try something?”, you ask between breaths. You’re on your back, Shoto blissfully between your legs, pumping slow and deep into you. Both your bodies damp and shivering and covered in small scratches.
“Of course, love”, he says, glassy eyes trying to focus again. He’s always open to everything when it’s you who asks him. You’re the one that got him to use his quirk on you -not that he was against it, on the contrary. He had been thinking about it for months but wasn’t sure how to ask you. And didn’t want to hurt you. He always treats you so gently, kind and caring hands all over, checking even when he fucks you –a “is this too much?” or “feeling ok?” here and there. Your considerate and precious heart.
This reasoning was also why you’d been hesitant to ask.
“Can you choke me?”, seeing how his brows raise and eyes blow wide you’re quick to add “Just a little!”.
He stops moving altogether, breath caught. “That seems a little dangerous”.
You cup his cheek. “I trust you completely. You'd never hurt me, love”. He leans into your touch, eyes closed. “How about we just try once? If it doesn’t feel right we stop right away”.
He bites his lip. “What if I hold too tight?”.
“Then let me teach you”.
You take his hand, initially placing it on your collarbone. “I’m gonna show you now, but first: do you feel me?”, and you slightly shift your hips. He groans through his teeth and nods.
“Good. I’m not too tight, am I?”. He shakes his head no. You smile, burning in anticipation.
You take his hand and place it on your throat, positioning his thumb on one side and the rest of his fingers on the other. You show him the points to press but tell him not to yet. You make sure his palm is in the right position.
There’s a tint of worry in his eyes. He wants to please you, but this doesn’t feel completely comfortable. You give him a reassuring smile, caressing his arm, and then nod.
He lets out a small exhale and then gives one little squeeze. A series of things happen all at once: your mouth opens in a gasp and you squeeze him, he groans and on instinct pushes deeper into you and slips just a little holding your throat tighter, and you moan so loud and arch into him, slick pouring from your slit.
His brain is mush. For a second his vision blurs and you have to repeat your question three times.
“Did you feel it?”.
Panting, he leans closer to you. “All that just from my hand?”, his gaze is fixed on your every expression as he thrust deeper and chokes you, again, and you tighten, again. “It turns you on this much?”.
You manage a shaky “yes”, your thighs gripping around his hips.
A shiver stirs his body, goosebumps on his skin. Something just happened and it snapped deep inside of him.
There's something terrible and mesmerizing about the view of his hand so big against your throat, how he feels your pulse going crazy under his palm. Your eyes dark with desire.
He starts grinding his hips into you. Every movement is deliberate, eyes watching your reactions as if every mewl you made was a puzzle piece fitting into place.
“You always take me so well”, he leans over, mouth brushing your forehead. “I’m gonna hold you right here, watch you fall apart for me”.
He quickly figures out that choking you also allows him to keep your head in place. Which he likes, given how sometimes you turn away from him when the pleasure is too much.
His eyes are piercing right through you, making you feel so exposed as if you weren’t completely naked with his cock inside.
His pace quickens and you eyes flutter shut. He gives another little squeeze to the sides of your neck, gently shaking you. “Keep your eyes on me, love. Need to see you come undone”.
You're barely able to listen, gaze fixing on him as your hand slides on top of his. “Please”, you whimper.
“Please what?”, he asks with a tiny smile.
You hold his hand, desperately pressing for more. “More -ah!- pressure!”.
His grips gets firmer, his thrust more erratic, a familiar heat coiling low in both your stomachs. The more he chokes you the more your walls tighten around him, gripping his length so hard and dragging him so deep. It's with a scream that you tilt your head back as he spills inside you, repeating your name like a grounding mantra.
A buzz fills your ears, your thighs still twitching. He stays buried inside and you lay there together, trembling and sweaty and warm. As you kiss his temple he thinks about your body, how it never ceases to amaze him. How your trust in him never wavers, even with something so delicate.