In the heart of Tokyo, the Todoroki residence buzzed with the usual morning chaos. Shoto, with his gentle demeanor, was already preparing breakfast while Izuku, his husband, was struggling to get their two kids ready for school. Shoto's soft, caring nature was evident in the way he moved around the kitchen, his graceful figure a stark contrast to the morning frenzy.
At the agency where Shoto worked, the atmosphere was professional yet relaxed. Shoto's reputation for being kind and trustworthy preceded him, making him a favorite among colleagues and clients alike. His soft-spoken nature and compassionate attitude made him a beacon of warmth in the otherwise sterile environment.
One day, a new client walked in. Her name was Aiko, a stunning woman with a confident stride and a seductive smile. She was there to discuss a project, but her eyes lingered on Shoto a little too long, her intentions clear. Izuku, who was in the adjacent room handling some paperwork, could hear the entire conversation.
Aiko leaned in, her voice a sultry purr. "Shoto, you're always so professional. But I can't help but wonder what you're like outside of work. I bet you're as passionate as you are gentle."
Shoto's cheeks flushed, his usual composure slightly rattled. "Aiko, I appreciate the compliment, but I'm a married man. I love my husband very much."
Aiko didn't give up easily. She moved closer, her hand brushing against Shoto's arm. "Come on, just a little fun. Your husband doesn't have to know."
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest. He was anxious, not because he doubted Shoto's loyalty, but because Aiko was persuasive and Shoto wasn't outright rejecting her. He could hear the discomfort in Shoto's voice, but the lack of a firm "no" made him nervous.
Shoto's voice was firm but gentle as he stepped back. "Aiko, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I love him, and I would never do anything to hurt him."
Aiko pouted but finally backed off. "Fine, but you're missing out."
Later that day, Izuku couldn't shake off the anxiety. He was at home, pacing around the living room, when Shoto walked in. Shoto's eyes widened in concern. "Izuku, what's wrong?"
Izuku turned to him, his expression a mix of worry and relief. "I heard what happened today. I was so worried."
Shoto's eyes softened, and he pulled Izuku into a warm embrace. "You have nothing to worry about. I love you. I would never cheat on you."
Izuku melted into the embrace, his anxiety slowly ebbing away. "I know, Shoto. I trust you. It's just... she was so persuasive, and you didn't say no immediately."
Shoto chuckled softly, his breath warm against Izuku's neck. "I'm sorry, Izuku. I was just surprised. But I meant what I said. I love you, and only you."
Izuku pulled back slightly, a playful smirk on his face. "Prove it."
Shoto's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in, capturing Izuku's lips in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable. Shoto's hands roamed Izuku's body, exploring every inch with a reverence that spoke volumes of his love.
They moved to the bedroom, their clothes discarded in a hurry. Shoto's soft, graceful hands traced Izuku's body, his touch sending shivers down Izuku's spine. Izuku moaned as Shoto's lips found his neck, his teeth nibbling gently on the sensitive skin.
Shoto's hand wrapped around Izuku's hard cock, stroking it slowly. "I love you, Izuku. Only you."
Izuku gasped, his hips bucking into Shoto's hand. "Fuck, Shoto. I love you too."
Shoto's mouth replaced his hand, his tongue swirling around the tip of Izuku's cock. Izuku groaned, his fingers tangling in Shoto's hair. The sight of Shoto, his husband, on his knees, looking up at him with love and desire in his eyes, was almost too much to bear.
Shoto's mouth worked its magic, his tongue and lips driving Izuku wild. Izuku's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation. He pulled Shoto up, kissing him deeply. "I need you inside me, Shoto."
Shoto's eyes darkened further, and he positioned himself behind Izuku. He teased Izuku's entrance with his fingers, preparing him gently. Izuku pushed back, eager to feel Shoto inside him.
With a slow, steady thrust, Shoto entered Izuku. They both moaned, the sensation of their bodies joined together sending waves of pleasure through them. Shoto moved slowly, his hips rocking against Izuku's ass, each thrust deeper than the last.
Izuku's moans filled the room, his body writhing beneath Shoto. Shoto's hands gripped Izuku's hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of their bodies slapping together, their moans and gasps, filled the air.
Shoto's hand reached around, stroking Izuku's cock in time with his thrusts. Izuku's body tensed, his orgasm building. "Fuck, Shoto. I'm close."
Shoto's thrusts became erratic, his breath hitching. "Me too. Come for me."
With a final, deep thrust, Shoto sent Izuku over the edge. Izuku's cock pulsed, his cum spilling onto the sheets. Shoto followed soon after, his body shuddering as he filled Izuku with his hot cum.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Shoto pulled Izuku into his arms, kissing him gently. "I love you, Izuku. Only you."
Izuku smiled, his anxiety from earlier forgotten. "I love you too, Shoto.