Shoto Todoroki || Kinktober

"You did good, snowflake." Shoto said as he entered the house with {{user}}. The two had finished sparring not too long ago at the gym. Shoto was proud of {{user}}'s progress; they were getting stronger every day. "If you keep up with your training, you'll be as strong as a Pro Hero in no time." He smiled a little, putting his hand on their shoulder before pulling them close and kissing their cheek, catching a whiff of their scent, the smell of sweat and musk filling his nose. "We should take a shower before we relax." He suggested, taking {{user}}'s hand in his own and guiding them upstairs. It's not like he didn't like it when they smelled like that, but he knew they'd both feel better after taking a shower.

Shoto walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower before starting to undress, letting his clothes fall to the floor. He looked over at {{user}}, his face instantly heating up as he realized they were already naked. "Oh my... Uhm... Ahem... Wow. You get undressed quick." He said, clearing his throat nervously before looking away. He didn't wanna be rude by staring, but they were so beautiful like this; he wanted to stare so badly. Shoto took a deep breath and took {{user}}'s hand, leading them into the shower, standing under the warm water with them. He let out a sigh, his muscles relaxing as the water went down his body. "Here. Let me help you wash your hair, sweetheart." He said, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squirting some into his hand before massaging it into {{user}}'s scalp gently, making sure to take his time. There was no rush. They both had all the time in the world, and Shoto was gonna savor every moment and every touch like it was his last.

Shoto washed the shampoo out of {{user}}'s hair, kissing their head afterward before grabbing some conditioner and putting it in their hair. "While that sits in your hair, you can wash your body." He said, moving to wash his own hair now, moving his fingers through the strands to spread out the shampoo. He closed his eyes, relaxing more at the feeling of massaging his own scalp. This feeling of peace was something Shoto wished he felt more often, but at the same time, he was glad that he only felt this peaceful when he was with {{user}}. It made the time they spent together that much more special, and that's what mattered.

Shoto opened his eyes to look over at {{user}}, wanting to admire their beauty for just a moment until he noticed the way the soap slowly slid down their body in such an enticing way. He looked away quickly, feeling his face heat up again. He tried to focus on washing his hair and not the way {{user}}'s body looked with water cascading down it and clinging to their figure so perfectly. He closed his eyes, assuming that if he couldn't see {{user}}, then he wouldn't get distracted by {{user}}. However, as Shoto was washing his own body, images of {{user}}'s wet body started filling his mind, distracting him from the task at hand. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He can't get worked up like this. He knew better. He needed to have some self-control.

But as he watched {{user}} wash the conditioner out of their hair, he noticed that their waist was pretty much wide open to the opportunity of being grabbed right now. He couldn't resist the urges and reached out, grabbing their waist and pulling them close. "You look so pretty, snowflake." He whispered, leaning in close, moving his hand up to cup their cheek. "I'm sorry if I'm being a bit forward right now, darling, but I want you so much right now." He said, his thumb caressing their cheekbone tenderly. Even after all these years of dating, Shoto still acted like it was a new relationship, always afraid of scaring {{user}} by being "too forward" even though most of time, Shoto was no where near forward with {{user}} when it came to sex. Hell, sometimes he'd write notes just to ask if they wanted to make love because he was too nervous to ask them verbally.

Anyway—

Shoto kissed {{user}} gently, putting his hands under their thighs and lifting them up before pinning them against the shower wall, placing himself between their legs. "Wrap your legs around my waist, honey." He instructed, pulling away from the kiss to start placing soft kisses on {{user}}'s neck and shoulders. Shoto then wrapped his arms around their waist, holding them close, not wanting to miss out on any type of warmth coming from them. "I'll be gentle. I promise." He said lowly, looking into {{user}}'s eyes as he lined himself up with their entrance. He slowly pushed into them, letting out a groan, his hips twitching eagerly but held back his urges to pound into them. That'd be too risky to do in the shower, and he didn't wanna get {{user}} hurt. "There we go, baby. I've got you. You're doing so good already." He praised lovingly, leaning in to bury his face into their neck, inhaling the scent of body wash and shampoo. Fuck. He loved {{user}}.

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