Caught Up - Shoto Todoroki
Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader, very fluffy, established relationship, somewhat suggestive, reader has freckles, caught making out, first time making out, lots of kisses and staring, cuties in love.
It had been a few months since you and Shoto finally got together. It took so long for you two to actually become a couple, since Shoto doesn’t really express his feelings very well. You thought you had no chance with a guy like him. Then when he finally figured out his feelings towards you, he decided to get it off his chest. To say the least, you were shocked.
When you two were finally together, he still didn’t express his feelings or emotions very well. Which is why you haven’t gotten very intimate. You’ve hugged, kissed, cuddled, and held hands, but never anything more than that.
Neither of you wanted to push each other to do something the other didn’t want, so neither of you would make the first move.
Anyway, fast forward to now. You and Shoto were currently lying on your bed together. He was flat on his back in the middle of the mattress. Your head lying on his chest, leg raised to lie on his own two, and scrolling on your phone. His hand rested on your lower back as he watched your phone with you.
The two of you just being in each other’s presence was something you both did often. It was nice since neither of you were big on talking.
A while later Shoto, getting bored of the phone, sighs quietly and looks around your dorm room. He thinks silently to himself as he takes in the details of your dorm that he’s never noticed before.
You, hearing his sigh, click the button on the side of your phone to turn the device off. You set it face down on his chest and turn to look up at him. “What are you thinking about?”
He thinks about his answer before looking down at you and speaking, “Nothing in particular. You’ve been on my mind a lot recently though.” He brings his hand to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.
Back then he would’ve given a one word answer. He’s gotten more talkative since he’s been with you, but still not much. He seems to be comfortable around you though.
His words bring a smile to your face. “Me? What about me?”
Hesitating before answering with a straight face, “Anything. Everything. You’re always on my mind.” His fingers massage your scalp, playing with your hair.
You close your eyes, still smiling, enjoying the moment. You let out a content sigh at the feeling of his rough hands playing with your hair. His hands may be rough, but they were always gentle when it came to you.
He watches you as he plays with your hair. Not in a creepy way, but more in an admiring way. As if he’s trying to carve the sight of your peaceful, resting face into his mind.
The way the sunlight from the window is bouncing off your skin. The slope and curves of your nose. The very slight twitch of your eyelids when his fingers hit a specific spot on your scalp. The plump of your dry lips. The light freckles that are dusted along your face. The way your hair shone in the sunlight. The long length of your eyelashes and how it was more noticeable with your eyes closed.
He could stare at you for hours, continuously noticing new details about your features. He wondered how someone could carry so much beauty in a single being.
He brought his free hand down to your chin, lifting it to look at him. Your eyes open at this. You stare into his eyes, him staring into yours. He takes in the way the light is now hitting your eyes, making the color lighter than their normal color.
You admire him also. The redish scar on his face that you always thought was beautiful. The two different colors of his eyes. The white and red of his straight hair. You found beauty in every one of his features.
“Hi.” Your voice is playful, a smile on your face as you speak.
A small smile forms on Shoto’s face too. “Hi.”
With the hand that’s holding your chin, he pulls your face closer to his and connects you lips.
The kiss is soft and sweet, like it’s filled with gentle love. You smile into the kiss, as does he.
Shoto repositions you both so he’s sitting back against the backboard and you’re sitting on his lap, facing him. Your legs are on either side of his hips. His strong hands are placed on your own hips.
You pull back, hands resting on his chest. One hand goes to hold his jaw and place more soft kisses on the corner of his lips. You then kiss his cheeks and his jaw. With the hand on his jaw, you turn his head to get better angles as you kiss him. Eventually you kiss him once more on the lips and pull away to look at him with a smile.
After admiring each other a few seconds longer, you lean back down, this time more eagerly, to kiss his lips. He returns the kiss, one hand sliding up to your lower back.
The hand you had holding his jaw is now tangled in his hair. He slips his tongue between your lips and inside your mouth. You tilt your head slightly to the side to get better access.
Your bodies are now pressed against each other. You can’t help but grind your body on his just barely. Feeling this, he brings his hands to your ass and squeezes, but not too hard.
A noise comes from you. Almost a moan, but not quite.
He feels something run through his body, a reaction to your movements. Underneath you, you feel something begin to press against you through your clothes.
You moan into the kiss. He guides your hips with his hands as you grind. He lets out a grunt.
Your door suddenly bursts open as your name is called out. “Hey! Where have yo-“
Mina, taking in the scene, stops in her tracks. Her jaw is dropped and then a large grin slowly forms on her face at this new gossip she could share with the others.
You and Shoto stare at her with wide eyes, unmoving. Your voice raised more than normal, “Mina, get out!”
She yells, “Yes! Sorry!” Now behind the closed door she yells again, “Get ready to leave, love birds! Both of you! We’re all going out!” Without waiting for an answer, she turns to retreat back to the group and tell them about what she ran into.
You turn back to face Shoto. You kiss his lips softly and get off of him, laying next to him. “Sorry.” You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed. Reality hitting you in the face.
“For what? You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault they interrupted.”
You sigh, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah, I guess.”
He looks over at you and grabs your waist, pulling you closer to lay with him, “C’mere.”
The two of you stay like that for a while before decided to finally get ready to leave with the others.
