Appreciate You
Summary: Seamstress Y/N has been up late working lately and Todoroki had enough. So, he runs her a bath to relax.
A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I am so happy to make a difference on this platform, even if it is minor. I am thinking about posting every Saturday, let me know what you think of that. Also, commission me for a story, click here! Guys, I don’t want to be that person, but I really need the money. So, please, if you can, help me out.
Warnings: It’s the holy trinity of fanfics: angst, smut and fluff. Y/N is also a practicing witch. She worships the old gods and Shoto supports her! He’s such a simp for his wife it’s uncanny.
Pairings: AgedUp!Todoroki Shoto x BlackPlusSize!Reader
I lifted the presser foot from the satin fabric and snipped off the loose strands. I draped the skirt over the hoop skirt and fastened the buttons of the bodice. I grabbed the strap of lace from behind me and held it up against the clothed mannequin. I pinned the yard length around my desired area and prepped the sewing machine for its placement. I wiped the sweat from my brow and took a deep breath.
“Y/N,” a deep voice traveled through the room with dominance.
“Damn-it-to-hell!” I said under my breath, as I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“You need some rest, honey,” my husband replied from the doorway.
“Let me just—” I tried to say while removing the silk thread from the machine.
“No. You’re gonna leave the dress on the mannequin and come with me,” he wasn’t asking. He meant every word as a command and I was conflicted.
I turned to look at him. My eyes instantly widened. His unruly hair was tied in a neat bun in the back of his head. The button-up black raglan shirt was practically painted against his broad chest and shoulders. The black and blue lumberjack pants hung around his waist. Making it impossible to ogle at his V-line. His mismatched eyes stared deeply at my disheveled attire through his black-framed glasses. Despite his put-together manner, I knew he was so close to losing his temper.
I opened my mouth to talk, but was unable to speak.
Todoroki closed the distance between us and took the spool of thread from my hand. He placed it on the workspace and placed my hand in his. My husband, then, removed me from my studio and through the long corridor of our house to the bathroom. The lights were off, yet the room was illuminated by cinnamon-sugar candles. I looked down at the tub and saw that it had already filled.
“It’s your favorite,” he kissed the top of my head before sprinkling dried rose petals in the tub. “A Goddess bath with Buttermilk and Honey. Just how you like it.”
“Two Cups dried buttermilk,” I said as I watched the flowers float across the top.
“One fourth corn starch,” he continued while twirling his hand in the water.
“One-eighth honey and rose water.”
“And a handful of both dried and fresh roses.” He dropped fresh red petals into the water next and mixed it in slightly. “I already poured Hathor some wine as an offering on your behalf, so don’t worry about it.”
“You really went all out, huh?” I asked with a tired smile.
He rose to his feet and smiled back at me. “Only the best for my queen. How about you go get changed and hop on in? How does that sound, sweetness?”
“Divine.”
I hummed lightly as I felt his strong hands knead the flesh on my shoulders. I bit the macaron and allowed my eyes to drift close. He made his way toward my collarbones and gently massaged the areas right above them. I chewed slowly and hummed blissfully. It was moments like this that made me love him even more, even though I don’t think that is even possible. The warm water on sore muscles was nothing short of heavenly. Todoroki continued to massage the oil into my shoulders as I further leaned into the back of the bathtub.
“Can you move a little further down, please?” I asked with a soft smile.
“Of course, baby,” he replied, returning the smile. “Front or back?”
“Front, please,” I said as I opened my eyes and looked up at me.
His massive hands moved below my collarbones and to the top of my breasts. “Here?”
“A little lower.”
His hands slid down the slope of my breasts and cupped the curve of them. “Here?”
I nodded. “Mhm.”
His wide palms kneaded the soft tissue tenderly. My mouth slipped open and I leaned further into the tub. I made a soft “oooh” sound. That moment could've just been my deep-rooted laziness, but it was nice to have my breast carried by someone else. Granted they weren't the size of melons, everything needed a lift every now and then.
Todoroki' skilled fingers massaged the curve of my breasts with care as he hummed lowly. His thumbs suddenly ran against my nipples; a moan fell from my lips and I leaned further into him. Encouraging him to continue the action.
He added his index finger to the other side of my nipples and tweaked them.
Like a teasing caress, I felt the walls of my womanhood clench. I knew that if he continued with these actions, I could possibly— most definitely— jump his bones and ride him into oblivion. But, given that I was pretty sure my ovulation period had just begun a few days prior and I had called on the Egyptian Goddess of Fertility, I would most definitely get pregnant. I loved children but they were not on my agenda any time soon.
Todoroki pressed his lips to my temple and then lowered them to my ear. Hot breath fanning my ear he said “Where else do you want me to massage, baby girl?”
I could release from the tone of his voice alone.
I bit my lip and lifted my legs from the floor of the tub. My knees peaked from the water and a small series of waves emerged as I separated them. I looked down at the area between my legs and up at him. “Right there.”
Todoroki rose from his position behind me and removed his shirt. He moved to the side of the tub. I scooted my body upward and gripped the edge of the tub. My husband slipped his hand into the warm water and calmly brushed his fingers against my pelvis. The digits slid down a little further to the small bush of hair on top of my womanhood. A blush flashed upon my face as I quickly looked away from the tub.
“I’ve been so busy lately that I forgot to shave,” I murmured as the blush deepened on my face.
Todoroki lifted his hand water and gripped my chin gently. He turned my face to his and pressed his lips to mine. I separated my lips, immediately taking his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand drop from my face and fall back into the water. The young man slowly stroked the hair covering my slit. Such light touches aroused me more and caused my walls to clench. His fingers fiddled with the small peak of hair that gathered above my slit. Providing gentle tugs between rubs. My womanhood moistened at the movement and the small bud behind the curtain began to throb gently. I pushed my pelvis against his hand, greedy for his touch.
My husband separated the outer lips and massaged the area with delicate circles.
“Oh. . . shit,” I pressed my back against the tub and let my head fall back.
“I don’t mind the hair,” Todoroki said, applying a little bit more pressure upon my clitoris.
“You don’t?” I asked between puffs of air.
“Not really,” he replied as he came to a brief pause. His fingers slid up and down my outer lips a few times before two of them sunk into the smooth canal. He kept his fingers there for a few seconds before pressing the pads of his fingers upward. My legs twitched from the added stimulation. He moved his fingers up and down in a slow-motion, as my walls began to contract. “Your greedy cunt is going to swallow my hand whole.” He chuckled and leaned further in the tub.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I arched my back into his hand.
Todoroki pressed his palm over my swollen bud and his other two fingers on each side of my womanhood. “I am going to make this fast, so you could get some rest. Okay, baby girl?”
“Please just get let me cum,” my head was spinning and I had no idea whether I was coming or going. The pressure in my stomach was becoming unbearable and I was becoming frustrated. There was a time and place for teasing— and that wasn’t it.
Without saying a word, my husband’s hand made quick motions, resembling a jackhammer, to actively stimulate my G-spot. I squeezed my eyes shut and left my mouth wide open. The heel of his palm pushed against my clit every time his hand moved, further heightening the pleasure running through my body. My legs shook violently, water splashing everywhere. Rose petals stuck to my skin and my body slowly increased in heat. Sweat formed on my head as I squeezed the edge of the tub. Pressure increased in my abdomen and my nipples became stiff. A silent scream fell from my lips as the bubble of pressure popped. A flash of white shined behind my closed eyes as pants left my mouth. Tingles erupted all over my body as the euphoric feeling washed over me. Slowly, I was crashing down from the climax; my back released its’ painful arch and fell upon the back of the tub gently. My legs pressed together, locking his fingers in place, as they twitch every few seconds.
I opened my eyes, and the dim lights collided with my former darkness, causing me to squint for a short while. I twitched again, suddenly, before a smile fell upon my face. “That was. . . amazing.”
Todoroki removed his hand from between my hand and sucked on his middle fingers briefly. “You taste amazing.”
I chuckled. “Oh my god!” I splashed him with water.
“What?!” He exclaimed with a wide smile.
“You are so shameless,” I quipped as I rose to my feet. My legs were still quite weak from such a powerful orgasm, so my knees wobbled a bit. Todoroki helped me out of the tub and placed a robe on my body.
“Promise me, “ he gathered me into his arms and stared into my eyes. “You won’t overwork yourself anymore.”
“ Shoto—”
“Y/N,” he said in a stern tone.
I bit my lip and searched his expression. Even after all this time, I knew he was still quite angry and was trying his best to conceal it. A client had asked for last-minute alterations on her gown and even offered to pay double for such a late change. Me being me, I couldn’t refuse such a great amount of money. I hadn’t realized that I barely slept in the past week, slaving over that damned wedding dress. My husband was very much at his breaking point and I couldn’t blame him. When he pulls the same stunt, I am practically glued to his side. Making sure he eats, drinks a lot of water, and sleeps for at least seven hours each night. Todoroki tried to replicate my behavior, but I was being such a bitch that I locked him out of the studio most days. That night was the first time in days I left the door open, which was an accident.
“Okay,” I hesitated. “I’m going to try. But, you know how I get.”
“I am well aware,” he commented with a smirk. “Just know that I won’t be as easy as I was tonight next time.”
“Easy?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself, baby boy.”
Todoroki gripped my chin and looked down at me with hooded eyes. “You must’ve forgotten who you are talking to. You are lucky I am in such a gracious mood, I would have reminded you of my position.”
A wide smile crept on my face as a chuckle fell from my lips. “No, sweetie. You must’ve forgotten your position. . . underneath me.”
Todoroki further pressed his body against mine and groaned silently. “You’re making it so hard for me, darling, not to throw you on the bed and fuck you into the next century.”
My right hand moved up his leg all the way to his back. I gently allowed my nails to brush against his back. “When was the last time we had a night like that? Fighting each other for dominance, allowing the victor to destroy the other by the end of the night.”
“It’s been a while,” he stated after a short pause. “I cannot remember the exact day, but I do remember the mess you made the last time we had such a night. Your juices stained the sheets.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I rolled my eyes. A thought flashed in my mind. “Remember the time before that? The blindfold and the leather wrist restraints?”
“How could I forget? You rode my face until the sun came up.”
“You wouldn’t let me demount.”
“Of course not. I stand by what I said earlier: you taste amazing.” He pressed his forehead to mine and captured my lips with his. I moaned against them and dug my nails into his back. Todoroki broke the kiss and hissed. “Sweetie—.” My lips kissed down his neck and to his collarbone. Nipped at the delicate skin and began to loosen the string of his pants. “Y/N. . . stop.”
I dragged my tongue from his collarbone and to his left nipple. I swirled around it and looked into his eyes. “Do you truly want me to?”
“No. But, you need to go to bed,” he pushed my head away from his chest and I left a string of drool from my mouth to his nipple. “It’s quite late.”
I pouted. “You’re no fun.”
He grabbed my hand and guided me out of the bathroom. “How about I let you do whatever you want to me tomorrow?”
“You promise?” I asked with a grin.
“Anything for you, little one.” Todoroki opened the door to our room and walked me over to the bed.
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