honeymoon. ｡°✩ s. todoroki
pairings; virgin!shoto x fem!reader
warnings; SMUUT!!!! p in v, drinking (sort of), creampie..?, also top!reader\
shoto todoroki was a traditional man, through and through.
his home decor? traditional, minimalist, clean lines, muted colors, with touches of old-fashioned elegance. the meals he cooked for you both? traditional too. hearty miso soups, perfectly grilled fish, and rice steamed just right, like something out of a recipe passed down through generations.
for as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his quiet motto: tradition. not because anyone forced it on him, but because it gave him structure, comfort, a sense of purpose in a world that often felt chaotic.
that, of course, translated into his sex life.
he’d always been clear with you. he wanted to wait until marriage. not out of shame, or fear, or pressure, but because he believed in making things meaningful. in doing things right. he believed the first time should be about more than just desire. it should be sacred.
he wanted it to be with someone he loved, someone he trusted, someone he planned to spend the rest of his life with. and now, after everything, the planning, the ceremony, the vows spoken under soft lights, it was the night after your wedding.
and finally, the moment he’d been waiting for had come.
shoto had been drunkenly kissing you all over in the cab ride home, soft, sloppy kisses planted on your jaw, down the side of your neck, and anywhere else he could reach as he held you close. he was practically in your lap, whispering declarations of love like they were secrets only you were allowed to hear.
“[name], i love you,” kiss “soooo, sooo” kiss “much,” he said, lips brushing clumsily against your skin between each word, breath warm and slightly sweet from the champagne. his eyes were glassy but bright, and his smile, small and unsteady, was one of the most genuine things you’d ever seen.
you, a little more sober than him, though not by much, just chuckled under your breath, hand resting lightly on his chest as you tried to gently push him back into his seat.
“shoto, baby, calm down a little,” you murmured, amused. “wait ‘til we’re home.”
he blinked at you, slow and dazed, before nodding seriously like you’d just given him the most important instruction of his life. still, he leaned his head against your shoulder, humming contentedly, fingers lacing with yours.
he might’ve seemed bold now, flushed and loose-limbed, drunk off love and a little too much champagne, but you knew him.
you knew that once the door shut behind you and the reality of what the night meant finally settled in, that confidence would soften into something much more vulnerable.
he wouldn’t crash. no, he’d get shy.
the weight of everything, the meaning, the intimacy, the moment he’d waited so long for, would hit him like a wave.
because for all his tradition, for all his quiet strength, shoto todoroki was still new to this kind of closeness. and now that he had you, fully, legally, undeniably, you knew he’d want to savor every second. even if he had to fight through his blush to do it.
now, you were both stumbling into the honeymoon suite, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with a soft finality that seemed to seal you both into your own little world. the buzz of the day still lingered in your veins, dizzying love, too much champagne, and the thrill of knowing you were finally, finally, married.
shoto was the first to move, wordlessly bending to toe off his polished dress shoes, one at a time, steadying himself with a hand against the wall. the moment felt surreal, seeing him here, in this space meant just for the two of you, looking so completely undone. his hair was slightly tousled from hours of dancing and being in the arms of everyone who wanted a hug or handshake. his tie had already been loosened in the car, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing a sliver of collarbone and pale skin flushed with wine and warmth.
meanwhile, you leaned against the opposite wall, one arm stretched out to brace yourself as you carefully worked the tiny clasps on your heels. your dress shifted slightly with your movements, the fabric whispering against your legs. your fingers moved with practiced ease, though the haze of alcohol made everything feel just a little slower, a little softer.
your eyes flicked up toward shoto, and there he was, standing just a few feet away in the entryway, his shoes now discarded, his posture stiff despite the looseness of his attire.
he wasn’t looking at you, not directly. instead, he was staring down at his hands, twisting his wedding band slowly around his finger, his brows drawn together in quiet concentration. his shoulders rose and fell with a shallow breath. he was fidgeting, something you’d come to recognize as one of his tells. he wasn’t nervous about you, but about the moment, the weight of it. the intimacy.
you finally slipped your heels off and set them gently to the side, feeling the plush carpet under your feet as you made your way over to him, steps soft and unhurried.
when you reached him, you didn’t say anything at first. instead, you lifted your hand and slowly pressed your palm to his chest, fingers splaying out over the soft cotton of his shirt. your chrome french-tip manicure caught the low, golden light of the suite, tiny flickers dancing across his chest with each subtle movement of your fingers.
you rubbed slow, soothing circles there, feeling the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.
his eyes finally lifted to meet yours, wide, warm, and filled with something that hovered between awe and vulnerability.
you gave him a small, reassuring smile. a silent promise that you were here. that you loved him. that this was yours, together.
“sho, you okay?” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, feeling the porcelain skin against your lips. you knew that as soon as you were alone, he'd get all shy and reserved, but you also knew how to coax him out of his shell. he nodded slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he tipped his chin up, giving you better access to his neck. you took advantage, trailing kisses down his jawline and onto his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips.
he let out a soft, contented sigh as your hands began to wander, unbuttoning his crisp white dress shirt with deliberate slowness. you could feel his heart racing as you untucked the shirt from his black dress pants, your fingers brushing against the warm skin of his abs, making him shiver in anticipation. you took your time, savoring the moment, knowing that he was completely yours.
he groaned low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine, when you found that particularly sensitive spot on his collarbone. he started to help you undress him, his movements eager but clumsy, adding to the intimacy of the moment. you watched with amusement and desire as he fumbled with his belt, missing a couple of beats in his haste. his breath hitched as he finally succeeded in undoing it, the sound of his zipper lowering filling the quiet room.
he looked up at you through mismatched, half-lidded eyes, a mix of vulnerability and desire shining in his gaze. you could see the trust he had in you, and it made your heart swell with love and want. you pulled him closer, your bodies pressing against each other as you continued to explore his neck and shoulders with your lips and tongue. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight, his body responding to yours in the most delicious way.
you could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the goosebumps that rose on his skin as you traced patterns on his back with your fingertips. he shuddered, his breath coming in short gasps as you continued your sensual assault, knowing that you had him completely under your spell. and you loved every minute of it.
he walked over to you, his steps deliberate and purposeful. you could feel the anticipation building as he reached for the zipper of your dress, his fingers gently grazing your side. you obliged, moving closer to him, giving him better access. he took hold of the zipper, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to slowly pull it down. the sound of the zipper descending was almost deafening in the quiet room, a symphony of anticipation and desire.
you could see the mix of nerves and excitement in his eyes as he took his time, savoring the moment. once the zipper was fully down, you stepped out of the short dress, feeling the cool air hit your skin. shoto, with a swift movement, threw the white silk dress somewhere across the room, not caring where it landed. his focus was solely on you.
since the dress had breast pads, you were left in just white, lace panties, your body barely concealed. shoto's gaze roamed over you, taking in every curve and line, his expression one of awe and wonder. you could see the appreciation in his eyes, the way his breath hitched as he drank you in. it made you feel powerful, desirable, and completely cherished.
you stood there, letting him look his fill, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with desire. you reached out, running a hand through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body against yours. he came willingly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
you could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of your own. you pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion reflected there. you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, pouring all your feelings into it. he responded eagerly, his arms tightening around you as he kissed you back with equal fervor.
not even a minute later, you took his hand, leading him to the king-sized bed that dominated the room. the white sheets were adorned with rose petals, creating a romantic and inviting atmosphere. you could see the appreciation in his eyes as he took in the scene, a small smile playing on his lips. he lay down, his body relaxing into the soft mattress, his eyes never leaving yours.
you climbed over him, your body moving with a grace and confidence that came from knowing exactly what you wanted. you decided to take the lead, knowing your husband well enough to understand that this was what he desired. you straddled him, feeling his body respond to yours, his breath hitching as you positioned yourself above him.
you leaned down, your lips finding his jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, his collarbone, and his chest. you took your time, savoring every inch of his skin, memorizing the way his body reacted to your touch. you could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps as you explored him, your hands roaming over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your touch.
you pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the raw desire and love reflected there. you smiled, a slow, seductive smile, knowing that you had him completely under your spell. you slipped your panties off, the lace fabric sliding down your legs, leaving you completely exposed. you straddled him again, feeling his length press against you, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
you took a moment to appreciate the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body fit so perfectly with yours. you reached down, taking hold of his length, feeling him pulse in your hand. you guided him, running his tip up and down between your folds, teasing both of you, building the anticipation. you could feel his hips bucking slightly, his body begging for more, but you took your time, wanting to savor every moment, every sensation.
you leaned down, your breath hot on his ear as you whispered, "i love you," before kissing him deeply, pouring all your feelings into it. he responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight as he kissed you back with equal fervor. you could feel his body trembling with need, and you knew that he was completely yours.
once you pulled back, you took a moment to look into his eyes, seeing the mix of nervousness and excitement reflected there. you smiled reassuringly, wanting to put him at ease, knowing that this was a big moment for both of you. you reached down, taking hold of his length again, feeling him pulse in your hand, ready and eager.
you positioned him at your entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of you enveloping his tip. you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes as you began to slowly sink down onto him. it wasn’t your first time, but it was his, and he was, without a doubt, big. you could feel every inch of him as you took him in, the delicious burn of the stretch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
you went slowly, wanting to give him time to adjust, to feel every sensation as you enveloped him. he inhaled sharply through his teeth, hissing at the intense feeling of your wet, tight core surrounding him. his hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as you continued to take him in, inch by inch.
you could see the pleasure and pain mix in his expression, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused on the sensations. once you were fully seated, you paused, giving him a moment to adjust, to breathe. you were impaled on him, feeling him fill you completely, stretching you in the most exquisite way.
he groaned low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine, a primal, raw sound of pleasure. you moaned softly in response, a sweet, soft sound that reflected the intense emotions and sensations coursing through you. you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, wanting to share this intimate moment, this connection.
you could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of your own, his body trembling slightly beneath you. you took a moment to just feel him, to appreciate the connection, the love, the desire that was building between you. you began to move, slowly at first, riding him with a purpose, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he was bringing you.
“does this feel okay, shoto?” you whispered low, your voice a husky whisper against his skin as you leaned down to kiss his neck. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes filled with a mix of desire and concern, wanting to ensure that he was enjoying this as much as you were. you began to move up and down a little faster, your body responding to his, the pleasure building with each movement.
he groaned in response, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “yes, love..” he mumbled, his voice strained with pleasure. he looked down at you, his mismatched eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. he tipped his head back, shutting his eyes tightly as another groan escaped his lips, his body arching slightly off the bed as he succumbed to the sensations.
you noticed his hands were gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles white with the effort, his body trembling with the restraint it was taking for him not to touch you. you smiled, a soft, encouraging smile, wanting to reassure him, to let him know that it was okay to let go, to explore your body as you were exploring his.
“baby, you know you can touch me, right?” you said, your voice a soft caress as you leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips. you took his face in your hands, caressing his cheek with your thumb, feeling the stubble prickle against your skin. “i want you to touch me, shoto. i want to feel your hands on me,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear.
he panted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “ah.. you sure?” he asked, his voice breathless and hoarse with need. you could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body was responding to yours, and you knew that he wanted to touch you as much as you wanted him to.
you nodded, smiling surely, your eyes never leaving his. “i’m sure, shoto. i want this. i want you,” you said, your voice filled with conviction. you took his hands, placing them on your hips, feeling his touch send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. you guided his hands, showing him how to move with you, how to touch you, how to explore your body as you explored his.
you began to move again, your body rocking against his, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he met your movements, his body responding to yours in the most delicious way. you could feel the pleasure building, the connection between you growing stronger with each touch, each kiss, each movement. and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night that neither of you would ever forget.
once he gained his confidence, his hands became more assured, more demanding as they guided your hips, helping you move up and down his length. you could feel the power in his touch, the way he took control, setting the pace that worked for him, for you, for both of you together. he moaned into your mouth as you kissed messily, your breaths mingling, your tongues dancing, your bodies moving in sync.
you could feel his length throbbing inside you, his body tensing as he got closer to his peak. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you tightly against him. you whined into his mouth at the slight pain, but it felt good, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down your spine. “fuck.. i'm sorry.. you,” he panted, his voice hoarse with need, his body trembling with the effort it was taking for him to hold back. “you feel so good, love.. oh m-” he moaned, his voice trailing off as he bounced you faster on his cock, his body taking over, chasing his release.
you could feel it building, the intensity of his movements, the way his body was tensing, the sounds he was making. “ouu.. i'm close..” he groaned low, his voice a guttural growl as he bit your lip, kissing you deeply, his body moving faster, harder, more urgently.
“can i-” he hissed, pulling back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, his expression a mix of pleasure and desperation. “can i come inside? please, love?” he pleaded, his voice hoarse, his body trembling with the effort it was taking for him to hold back. you could see the desire in his eyes, the way his body was responding to yours, and you knew that he was close, so close to the edge.
“sho, yes.. of course.” you panted, your voice breathless, your body responding to his, your movements matching his urgency. you could feel his body tensing, his length throbbing inside you as he bucked his hips up, fucking you to the hilt as he grinded you down onto him, his body taking what it needed, chasing his release.
he moaned loud and pretty as he spilled into you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he held you against him, his body grinding against yours as he rode out the waves of pleasure. you bit into his shoulder, your body responding to his, your orgasm crashing over you as you came together, your bodies moving in sync, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding in unison.
you both hit your peak together, your loud pants and moans filling the quiet room, a symphony of pleasure and release. your bodies were slick with sweat, your skin flushed, your hearts racing as you came down from the high, your bodies still connected, still moving together, still one.
“god… [name] that was..” he spoke breathlessly, his voice hoarse, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. you could feel his heart racing, his body shaking slightly as he held you, his hands rubbing your back gently, soothingly.
“amazing? i know.” you responded, chuckling low, your voice a soft, satisfied purr. you could feel his smile against your skin, his body relaxing slightly as he held you, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
“i love you.” he rubbed your back, his voice soft, his eyes filled with emotion. “so much.” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, his body still trembling slightly with the aftermath of their lovemaking.
“i love you too, husband.” you responded, your voice soft, your eyes filled with tears of happiness. you kissed him gently, your lips lingering on his, your body melting into his, your hearts beating as one. in that moment, you were completely and utterly content, completely and utterly in love, completely and utterly one.
