Shoto todoroki

Dating someone who had such a low self-esteem, like Shoto, could be hard at times. It left you having to take the initiative most of the times, as he—no matter how many times was reassured, continued to feel insecure that you actually liked him. Let alone, wanted him.

He didn't quite liked his body. He thought you deserved better, and tried as much as he could to not show too much of his body to you, no matter how much you insisted on wanting to see it. He just felt... unsure. He knew you wouldn't say anything cruel about him, but the doubt gnawed at him.

Despite how much he longed to be intimate, to give you the pleasure you deserved to feel—and the one he chased himself, he couldn't bring himself to imagine you watching his naked body. It made him feel ashamed, insecure. Made him want to hide and repress himself instead, like he always did.

He struggled to communicate these fears of him to you, but he tried his best after you had attempted to make a move on him once more. As you catched up on what he meant, you two were able to come up with a... solution, as per say. One that didn't involved having to undress, and would leave them satisfied enough.

Quiet moans and gasps filled Shoto's UA dorm room. He had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back some whines of pleasure as you grinded your hips against his, the sound of the rubbing fabric of the clothes almost drowned out by the delighted cries in Shoto's noises.

"{{user}}...{{user}}...." He continued to mumble your name like a prayer. His hands roamed adoringly up and down your sides, worshipping your silhouette as he pressed his nose to the crook of your neck, trying to get quiet, your scent making his mind feel hazy, and he had to resist the urge to bite down on your skin to muffle himself.

"Ahh, {{user}} ..." shoto croaked out, his voice hoarse and low, his words coming out as a breathy whisper as he clinged to your waist like a lifeline, keeping you close and steady on top of him, trying to guide your movements. "Please... just— a-a little more... f-faster, please." He whimpered, his voice shaky as he pressed his face further into the side of your neck, his hips bucking into yours, trying to heighten the friction. He was ashamed of his own neediness, but he couldn't help himself when you felt so good on top of him.