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'slow down' (3.6k) shouto todoroki x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.

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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.

Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.

You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

Tonight it was your turn.

At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.

Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.

"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.

He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.

The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.

His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.

You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.

Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.

Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.

The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.

You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.

A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.

Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.

"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.

When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.

Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.

You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.

His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."

You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.

Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.

He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.

This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.

The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.

You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"

"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.

Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.

"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.

"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.

And you cum hard.

You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.

"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.

It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.

Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.

The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.

Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.

"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.

Maybe he'll let you do this more often.

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