BabyWitch

Alex

When you finally uttered your shyly spoken plea, Alex became a bit more...cruel, oddly enough. In the way that he wants to hear you beg even more.

"Oh yeah?" Alex panted, his eyes becoming even more heavily lidded as he felt your pussy clench even tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice, raspy with lust as he lowered himself closer to your face. It was rare that you begged him for something; could you blame him for wanting to milk the occasion a little?

Especially when it came to him not pulling out, he had been dreaming of this moment since the day you two started fucking!

"How much are you willing to beg for it?" His steadily growing smirk became even more apparent on his face as he picked up his pace, lewd plap plap plaps echoing from where your sexes met as each thrust punched out another desperate 'Please' from your lips.

"Let me hear every single plea, baby." He panted.

"After all...you don't want me to pull out, right?"

♡ - Right.

"Please—!" The word tore out from your lungs repeatedly as you gripped the sheets underneath you, Alex having flipped you onto your hands and knees while he fucked you from behind, his hands dragging your hips to meet each and every single one of his thrusts as lewd squelches and tiny spurts of your slick erupted from your pussy. You didn't know what exactly came over you, but you wanted more of Alex, soooooo much more to the point where the risk of pregnancy via him cumming inside of you...filling you up—

It didn't matter.

"P-Please...!" You loudly cried out as you looked behindn you to look Alex in the eye. "Cum inside me...N-Need it so bad—! Oooh...!" A wicked smirk crept onto Alex's lips at your needy begging, each one spurring him closer and closer to his already fast-approaching orgasm. He wished that you would've let out your cute pleas earlier...he would've held himself back, made you really work for his cum.

But, he supposed, after this round...it wasn't like the two of you were stopping anytime soon.

He'd have plenty of opportunities to make you beg for him to cum inside of you, again and again and again.

"Yeeahhh..." Alex let out a drawn-out moan at the sight of you fucking yourself back onto him. "Keep begging for my cum...let's see how much you'll work for it." You swore to yourself that you were willing to do anything at this point, your cunt clenhcing around Alex's repeatedly as you slowly built yourself as well as Alex up to your respective orgasms, your thrusts back onto his throbbing cock gorwing sloppier and sloppier as tiny whines of his name began to leave your lips, now begging for him to fuck you faster and harder. "P-Please...Oh!" The force of Alex's thrusts threatened to punch all the air you had left in your lungs straight out.

Your hands gripped and threatened to tear up the sheets beneath you, cries and babbles of Alex's name repeatedly falling from your lips as if you were a broken record, until you suddenly came. The force of your sudden climax hit you like a freight train, a scream tearing from your throat as you could hardly hear the sound of Alex's groan of praise as well as admiration at the mess you were making around him. The sight of your dripping cunt, squirting out your juices...the brunette only managed a few more thrusts before he stilled against your ass, giving you exactly what you had been begging for as rope after rope of his cum flooded your insides, painting your walls white, and while some of his cum even dripped out from your hole.

And as Alex began to slowly climb down from his high—his cock twitched with renewed vigor, causing a confused whine to slip from your lips that was followed up with gasping moans when you felt Alex begin to move once more. He wasn't through with you, not even by a longshot.

Harvey

When a stuttered "Don't pull out...please" left your lips, it caused Harvey to nearly cum on the spot once the words had fully registered in his head.

For a split second, he was going to recommend against cumming inside of you. The two of you had stated multiple times that you both wanted to enjoy your relationship for a few years, to not have to worry about any accidents and the likes!

Yet, as if you had sensed his thoughts, a moan hissed through his teeth when you began to move your hips, tugging his face closer to your own as you had that look in your eye that Harvey could never bring himself to resist.

"C'mon~" You purred. "Don't you wanna cum inside me? I know you wanna..." As if on command, Harvey began to move his hips, his already lust-filled gaze becoming more and more unfocused as he drowned in the sound of your moans, your voice, and the way you looked at him.

"I thought—I thought you wanted to be careful...I-I thought—Oh Yoba—that you didn't want children yet..."

You clicked your tongue with a playful roll of your eyes. "I can always get a pill. You sell them, right~?"

He did.

♡ - And he was embarrassed that he had completely forgotten about that fact; he quietly blamed your pliant little pussy for that. After all, his head was absolutely dizzy with lust when you had uttered the words. As if his mind was on a spinning wheel that only spun faster and faster the more that he fucked you, each thrust harder than the last as Harvey nearly folded you into a mating press just to reach you and his individual highs even faster.

He swore to himself that he wanted to act like a gentleman, to focus on your orgasm first, but...what you had asked him— it was nearly too much for his lust-addled brain to handle in that moment! "Fuck..." Harvey panted out, his forehead practically glued to your own as his eyes were firmly shut, each tense breath of his escaping through his clenched teeth as the lewd squelching noises between the two of you grew louder and louder.

Each thrust was fervent, full of want and pure need as Harvey chased after his orgasm inside the warmth of your pliant cunt.

The second that you reminded him that you could always get a pill from his pharmacy—he just couldn't stop himself.

He was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had been wanting to cum inside of you for a while, not as a kink but purely because leaving your cunt...just as he was on the verge of orgasm...it threatened to nearly pain him. And now that you've given him permission? He was addicted, the tightness of your cunt, the sound of your moans, and how you cried out his name, encouraging him to lose himself inside your cunt, to fill you up with his cum— "O-Oh Yoba..." He shakily whimpered out, his forehead slowly lifting off of yours before his face tucked itself into the side of your neck.

"So good...sososososo good—!"

"Cum inside me, Harvey~" You managed to purr out despite your words being broken up between moans and gasps. "M-Make me—oh fuck—make me feel sooooo good...! Please...!"

He would, he couldn't think of a reason—not that he wanted to—as to why he should do otherwise.

Quiet, almost reverent yesyesyes's left Harvey's lips repeatedly, his cock throbbing inside of you and oozing out even more of his pre-cum as he neared the verge of his orgasm. The feeling of his dick twitching inside of you so much, it made your clit ache even more with each thrust he delivered inside of you, tears of pleasure building up inside of your eyes until you felt it.

That pouring warmth that you had begged for as Harvey released a deep-bellied groan of your name into your neck, his hands gripping your sides even tighter as he stilled against your pussy, his cock twitching with every release he let out inside of you until he ultimately stilled with a heavy yet satisfied sigh. Until...his body twitched with realization. "You...you didn't cum—"

You answered his words immediately with a smirk. "I know," You giggled. "I'll have plenty of time to cum though! When I milk you dry~" Harvey's eyes widened as his face flushed even harder. Now that he had given you what you had wanted...you were feeling greedy, and Harvey didn't mind it in the slightest.

Shane

Like Alex, he becomes meaner (then what he's already displaying during sex, that is) and wants you to continue begging him not to pull out, and even goes so far as to ask you to do some of the work to prove to him that you reallyyyyy wanted it.

He's been wanting to shoot his load inside you for the longest now, but he respected your wishes, and plus, he didn't feel as if the two of you were ready to have kids yet.

But that single plea of yours made him change his mind completely within that short timeframe of you tearfully begging him.

"D-Don't pull out, you say..." Shane mocked you as his thrusts suddenly became slower but harder, each drag of his cock threatening to make him slip out of your oozing sex.

And every single time—you let out the most neediest sound.

"S-Shane...don't—"

"Don't rush me, I'm still thinking about whether or not I should listen to you," He tsked.

♡ - "Maybe I should just ignore you, huh? I've been wanting to cum inside this greedy hole of yours for months, and now you want to beg for me to fill you up?" Shane's tone almost sounded as if he were genuinely angry, yet despite your blurry vision on account of your unshed tears—you were able to see the mirth in his eyes.

He found this entire situation absolutely hilarious.

His cock twitched with the urge to cum inside of you, to fill and plug you up to make sure that not even a single drop of his cum was wasted by pooling out of your aching cunt and onto the ruined bedsheets. But, you sounded so cute when you begged that he just had to be a little greedy and ask you to beg him some more!

"D-Didn't mean to make you wait—d-didn't want—Oh fuck...!"

"Didn't want what?" Shane asked mockingly as you watched over your shoulder, the way he cocked his head to the side as his already present smirk grew on his lips. "Didn't want to risk me knockin' you up?" He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched inside of you at such a thought...he wasn't eager for kids by any means, but the idea of watching his cum drip from your clenching hole...it made Shane's grip on your hips tighten as he fucked you with even more vigor as he started to chase after this image in his head as well as you and his respective orgasms.

Each thrust he delivered into your greedy hole, dripping with your slick, threatened to take the very air out of your lungs as you gripped the sheets underneath you with all the strength you could muster up in the moment, anything to keep you from slipping into pleasurable insanity born from Shane's cock as he whispered lustful nothings.

"Sooooo good, y'know that?" Shane murmured to you as he began to bow over you, his mouth hanging open to gulp down every little bit of air he could as his balls drew up closer to him, in anticipation of his orgasm. "After I fill you up—Fuuuuckkk...hope you ain't too tired...gonna fill you till you're shaking."

Harvey

You didn't know what was wrong with you. For the last few months or so...you've been hornier than ever before.

Your fingers, dildos, and vibrators—nothing seemed to work.

What you originally thought was merely you being in the mood more often turned out to clearly not be the problem when, no matter the scenario, you were always finding yourself to be wet! Your thighs are practically shaking with the urge to have your sex be touched.

Work was harder, fighting was harder, listening was harder.

You didn't have a choice but to go to the doctor and embarrassingly explain your situation.

"It hurts, Harvey..." You whispered shamefully almost immediately, your thighs seeming to clench even tighter when Harvey walked into the room, adjusting his blue plastic gloves.

Harvey took one look at you and almost immediately knew that the type of 'hurt' you were going through wasn't like the ones that he typically saw with his other patients. That realization, based on your flushed features and the way your thighs clenched together, the poor doctor nearly blushed himself into having a nosebleed in his own clinic before he cleared his throat.

"Y/N...I-I don't think that I'd be able to—"

His mouth went dry, and still, when you dared to open your legs, revealing not just the fact that you were wearing no underwear but also that...you were completely soaked.

"It hurts..." You repeated. Instinctual, a crush, or perhaps just a case of your brain being wayyyyy too lust-ridden to truly tell the difference between the two. As you continued to look at Harvey, you just knew that he'd be able to solve your little problem.

And, with your moans and heavy breathing acting like a siren's call to him...Harvey steadily moved closer until he was positioned between your legs.

♡ - If Harvey were to drown between your thighs, he'd die a happy man, without a single regret.

When he had answered the siren's call that was your voice, begging him to dip his head closer and closer to that sweet spot between your legs...the taste that graced his tongue was enough to make him press his face into your dripping cunt even harder. He wanted so much more of you...to taste your delicious pussy, to where he'd know nothing else but you...Harvey felt like a madman.

But he couldn't stop, his cock twitched and ached inside his pants as your hand found its way to his hair, your fingers entangling themselves in his brown locks as your deliciously sweet moans begged and pleaded for him to keep going, to keep eating you out as if you were the last meal he would ever get to eat in this life. "S-So good, Harvey..." You babbled out your praise as your head tilted down to look at the dirty sight before you.

Your pussy clenched at the sight of Harvey's hazy eyes looking up at you as he ran his tongue up and down the folds of your pussy, lapping up every single droplet of your juices as Harvey pressed himself even further against your pussy, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs so that he was able to more firmly lock himself against you.

He knew this was wrong.

You said you were hurting.

If you were hurting painfully just from being aroused, then that had to have meant something bad...but, the way that you so lewdly exposed your dripping core, the way you called for him to come closer—Harvey gronaed against your sex at the memory, one of his hands shooting down to give his cock some much needed relief as he continued to eat you out. "S-So good..." He mumbled against you. "Tasty." You softly giggled at Harvey's pussydrunk words, your mouth opening to respond before your words were quickly snatched away when he suddenly wrapped his lips around your lips and began to suck.

The feeling was tight, his tongue rolling around the head of your clit rapidly while his fingers came up to begin fingering you, even more of your juices beginning to pour out from your sex, which was quickly cleaned up by the doctor's eager mouth.

You didn't want this to end too soon.

You desperately tried to stave off that feeling of impending tightness beginning to slowly build up in the pit of your gut as you threw your head back to let out a series of whiny moans, your clit throbbing almost uncontrollably at the feeling of Harvey's eager mouth. "H-Harvey—!" You suddenly gasped. "Close...! Please—s-slow down—" He couldn't and he wouldn't.

You couldn't ask such a thing of him; the very words 'slow down' only made the doctor speed up his ministrations as he began to angle his fingers to more accurately punch and prod at the spongy spot inside of your walls, working you up faster and faster to your orgasm. "Cum..." He groaned against you. "Please...need it—" You interrupted his words with a sudden cry of his name, your chest heaving up and down as more whimpers and cries of warning escaped from your lips before the tightly coiled knot inside of you suddenly burst.

Small jets of your orgasm shot out from your pussy and straight into Harvey's waiting mouth, filthy slurping noises beginning to reach your ears from where Harvey continued to devour you drop by drop until he finally willed himself to part from you once you started to twitch and mumble for a break. In the depths of your lust-addled mind, you wondered where Harvey had even learned to do what he just did...but it wasn't like you could wonder for much longer before Harvey stole away your thoughts with a kiss against your still throbbing clit.

"Are...are you okay?" He questioned breathlessly.

You nodded your head. "More than okay." Harvey wasted no time before he separated himself from you, working quickly to grab some paper towels to clean you up. You nearly had a mind to scold the doctor; you wanted a round two— or three, maybe even four or five. But, you'd mention that when he was done cleaning you up and didn't look as if he were seconds away from bursting into flames with how red his face was.

Shane

Another long night spent at the Saloon.

Shockingly, Shane hadn't drunk much after the incident where you had found him at the edge of a cliff while it was pouring rain...he had made a personal vow to himself to try and stave off the urge to drink. (Not to mention it was Harvey's recommendation too)

But tonight, there was a new drink on the saloon's menu. Something fancy and purple, said to have tasted like a mixture of candy and the sweetest fruits all combined!

While Emily's voice made the drink sound appealing...not too many people took the chance to drink it—aside from you.

And whatever effects that drink had on someone, it clearly wasn't the average drunken high as, a few miles down the road from reaching Marnie's ranch, he found you on the side of the dirt road sitting against the wooden fence while your fingers were shoved down your pants, your moans nearly echoing throughout the air.

His cock twitched at the dirty sight.

"Y/N." He nearly stuttered before he quickly walked up to you and crouched down, shoving off his jacket in an attempt to cover you up and try to guide you back home, before you suddenly tugged him closer.

"Help..." You murmured.

"P-Please?" The smell of the drink on your breath...clearly it had an effect on him, because he hesitated for only a second before he went straight to work to help you with your 'problem.'

♡ - His cock was throbbing so hard inside his pants that it was nearly killing him.

The sight of you spreading your legs so wide—so lewdly—it had him nearly drooling at the mouth as if he were starved of food for months as he flicked and lightly tugged at your clit while the two of you were still on the side of the dirt road, your back pressed up against the wooden fence while Shane took care of you like you had so desperately begged. "S-Shanneeee..." You drawled out shakily, your watery eyes staring at the drunken man as if he had personally hung the moon and stars above for you and you alone.

"Don't stop...please."

"Not gonna stop, don't worry—shit...you're really needy for this, aint'cha?" You nodded your head so quickly that he wondered if you had even thought about the question he had just asked.

Not that he really cared for a thoughtful answer in this moment.

His eyes were so glued to the way that your cunt, plump and flushed with your arousal, oozed out your juices and onto the dirt below that his eyes began to burn from how long he had gone without blinking. Each delicious feeling of your aching, hard clit underneath his fingers had Shane wanting to lean his head down and kiss it, perhaps even drag his tongue up and down your clit before smacking his lips as if he had just tasted a piece of chocolate—no.

He couldn't think that way, you weren't—you weren't in the right state of mind, in fact, he was the one who shoud've felt more bad about this situation! Touching you as he was and not immediately trying to guide you home, and chalking your behavior up to drinking too much. He felt depraved, but...he had been harboring a crush on you, silent and lurking underneath the surface. Tonight? He felt like he had hit the jackpot. Shane wanted to allow himself to indulge in you.

Your moans, the way your thighs twitched with the urge to close around his hand— "F-Focus..." You poutily demanded of him. "C-Close...!" You suddenly whined, your hands suddenly shot out to wrap around his wrist to keep him close to your clit, beginning to grind and ride his fingers in tune to his movements as even heavier pants started to leave your lips. "S-Shane...Shane—fuuuuckk...! Make me cum—!"

Your words nearly made the poor man cum right there on the spot.

"Shit, you've got no shame, huh?" He hissed through his teeth. "Begging me like you are—you realize we're on the side of the road right? Anyone could come by and see you like this...grinding on my fingers like a slut."

You cooed at his words. "D-Don't care...been wanting you...always wanted you." You didn't know what you were saying.

You liking...him?

Never, his luck wasn't that good. But, nonetheless, Shane stored your words in the back of his mind as he pressed himself closer to your body, your hands moving from his wrists to looping around his neck to pull him closer as Shane worked you closer and closer to your budding orgasm. "F-Feels so good...Shane...please—!" You could hardly finish your own sentence as the rapid movement of Shane's fingers against your clit pushed you closer and closer to your climax, Shane's eyes threatening to peer deep into your soul as he watched your expressions shift by the second as you climbed closer and closer to Cloud Nine.

"So pretty..." He complimented you. "You've always been so—" His words went in one ear and out the other, white noise filling the depths of your ears as you suddenly came with a shrill shout—one that was swiftly interrupted by a hand coming to muffle your cries of pleasure while the sound of you squirting took over. Shane's eyes darted to the lewd sight of your juices shooting against the ground, soaking it even further, before he was snapped from his trance when you began to whimper and moan from overstimulation.

But it was only for a second before you started to moan and hump against the air. "Again." You panted. "Please?"

Shane gritted his teeth, trying to control his reason and firmly tell himself 'No'. However, the way you looked at him so earnestly...surely a single night of indulgence wouldn't hurt...right? He was just helping you out, after all.

Jio

The forests were always quiet, and sometimes, that quietness even extended to the Ridge itself. With the Spirit Realm quenched of its chaos and the likes, it was more common than previously to find that...there weren't any angry spirits or monsters to be dealt with.

It made Jio's patrol duties more akin to a nice walk rather than anything that would have forced him to be constantly on alert.

Until today...

It was quiet, yes, but...as Jio went into the depeer sections of the Ridge. With it being the middle of fall, certain Ridge plants commonly began to bloom. Nothing that would harm or kill, but more so cause bothersome side effects.

Such as the growth of the FoxBloom. A beautiful flower, one that he'd sometimes even dare to pick himself, but only when its pollen had been safely removed. 'Less...he wanted to experience certain side effects, such as the ones you were having now.

When he circled around a corner, his body flinched and froze at the side of you on your stomach, your ass lifted just enough to slot your hand underneath you as you panted and moaned like a creature in heat, the slick sounds of your fingers playing with yourself audible even from where he stood.

"Y/N." He grunted as he quickly walked over and crouched down to try and help you, spotting the responsible FoxBloom not too far away from you.

Yet, even a slight touch from the elf made your moans suddenly increase in pitch as your eyes looked at him.

You wished you could've been more embarrassed.

But the sight of Jio's eyes on you...the feeling of his hands on your naked skin—it caused your clit to throb and ache even more as you began to try and press yourself against him. "Jio..." You whispered. "Please." You begged. "Help—" He tried to push the feeling of your body to the back of his head, the way your moans sounded so sweet, and you begged him so shamelessly, so earnestly.

There was a cure back at the Ninja House, one that would stop the side effects.

But— when you had grabbed his clothes, shakily pushed yourself from the ground to press a longing kiss to his neck and underneath his chin...he decided to help you, just this once. As a more...physical way of further thanks for your help with Gabriella.

♡ - "J-Jio..." You whined as you straddled his hips, your soaking, exposed core grinding against the elf's hard-on as he held your hips steady as he allowed you to chase after your orgasm by grinding yourself against his bulge like a beastess in heat.

Not that he was unaffected himself, barely contained grunts and soft moans erupted from behind his mask as Jio looked up at your blushing face through heavily lidded eyes. When you had kissed him, it was as if everything else became a total blur. While Jio wasn't quite certain if he liked you romantically or not...the feeling of your bare cunt against his contained cock was certainly making him...rethink some things. He thought he found your voice annoying—but your moans were so sweet to the ear, like birdsong in springtime.

He constantly told himself, over and over again, that you weren't attractive in his eyes and yet...you were the prettiest thing above him. Not even the moon or stars themselves could have compared— "Jio..." You whined out his name again. "You f-feel so good...against my pussy—" He grunted at your lewd language.

"So crude," He grunted out, trying to scold you as if he had any room to do so.

But the attempted scolding only sent a rush of heat straight down to your cunt as you grinded yourself even harder against his pants, feeling the way his cock started to throb in its confines and how it practically yearned to be inside of you. Certainly...with enough prodding, you could get Jio to do so...? "W-What are you going to do if I keep talking so crudely~?" You giggled. Jio's hands shakily gripped the front of your thighs as you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his own as you placed a kiss against his chin.

And then to his cheek...and then to his nose...and then to the edges of his mask-covered lips— "No." Jio firmly warned you, the warning glint in his green eyes both sending another rush of need throughout you as well as being enough to make you pout and back off. "This...this is to help you, not for you to indulge in your f-feelings—Ah..." However, Jio couldn't help but quietly admit to himself in the back of his mind that he was beginning to not even come close to believing his own words.

He wanted to do nothing more than tear his cock free from his pants and sink himself deep within your heat, properly feel the way your pussy would clench around him, and how your juices would make even more of a mess of him.

Perhaps the smell of the FoxBloom was beginning to have its effects on him, too.

The more he breathed in your addictive smell and listened—felt the way you grinded against him, the more he wanted more—Jio began chasing after your movements, gripping your thighs even tighter as small whiny slips of your name escaped from your lips. "F-Fuuuck—" Jio tried to strifle the drawn-out moan that nearly escaped from his chest, the little sound that he did release, however...it turned you on immensely. "W-Was that for me?" You panted, your hands coming up to cradle the sides of Jio's face as you looked him in the eye with all the lustful romance that you could muster.

You really did like him.

So much so that you could hardly breathe in his presence. "Please...oh!" Jio suddenly pressed his lips against your own as his arms looped around your back, causing you to be pressed against him even harder as he started to chase after his orgasm. The knot in both of your stomachs began to curl and tighten, yours making you more breathless and needy for the elf's touch while Jio's made him more honest. Whines of your name started to pour forth from his lips, eyes glistening with a desire-filled wetness as he mumbled and moaned about how pretty you were and how much he wanted you.

He could hardly contain himself. "So pretty..." He mumbled. "Sosososo pretty...please—oh fuuuck—" Jio suddenly threw his head back to let out a long moan of your name as a scorching heat suddenly poured at the front of his pants, Jio continuing to thrust and grind himself against your cunt through his orgasm as he pushed you to your own. "J-Jio...!" You cried out after him as your high washed over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you tried to drag yourself over Jio's cock a few more times before he suddenly shuddered and took himself away from overstimulation.

He couldn't believe that he allowed his baser instincts to take over him like this...

But then again, he'd swear up and down that it wasn't his fault, it was merely the effects of the pollen that had made his mind so dizzy and unfocused! So full of desire and want for you and you only.

Lance

Lance had been patrolling the insides of Ginger Island's volcano, ensuring that there was no foul activity afoot before, over the sounds of gurgling lava and the rampant chittering of creatures lurking in the walls...the very distinct sounds of...squelching.

For a second, he was going to ignore the noises and assume that he was hearing things.

But when a sharp moan followed behind the noises? He was quick to investigate the sound, assuming that someone was injured or worse.

That is, until he stumbled upon you.

Your pants had been thrown to the side, your entire body glistening with sweat combined from the heat of the volcano and the heat of your need as your fingers flicked and rubbed at your hard, aching clit as if you were possessed.

You hadn't even noticed that Lance was watching you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, until your head slowly rolled over to the side. Although your thighs twitched, you didn't have it in you to feel a lick of shame.

"P-Please..." You moaned, your eyes too hazy to exactly focus on who you were begging at, but your fingers rubbed your clit even harder. "Help me...h-hurts—Ah!" A heavy gulp went down Lance's throat, causing his Adam's apple to bob as his head practically tore itself at the seams trying to figure out what to do.

He had a crush on you.

He really did...but did you even know who you begging?

He didn't want to ruin the relationship you to had— "L-Lance..." The mage quickly rushed to keep yourself from falling when you tried to reach out to him, but as you felt his clothes underneath your touch, you began to pull and tug with a huff.

"Please...n-need you—help me."

Oh...he really hoped that you wouldn't hate him after what he was about to do.

♡ - "Thaaat's it, princess...just feel good on my fingers, that's all you need to do..." Lance's words were gentle against your ear as he held your body close to his own, your back pressed against his front as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his middle and index fingers.

Even now, he was still trying to figure out what type of spell or foul thing you had consumed in the volcano to have made you into such a wanton, needy little thing. Someone who was horny enough to beg for help, no matter who it may have been! But, he hardly cared to have that question answered immediately in this moment. He tried to focus his thoughts on your pleasure, how you writhed and moaned in his arms while you whined for more of his touch.

"M-More..." You gasped, the feeling of Lance's fingers flicking and rubbing, sometimes even lightly tugging at your hard, aching clit, making you nearly see stars.

But you were becoming greedier and greedier by the passing second. You could feel Lance's hard-on press into the small of your back, a clear sign that simply rubbing your clit and fingering you wasn't the only thing that he wanted to do. "Please—f-fuck me—mmph!?" Lance quickly wrapped his free hand around your mouth to quickly silence your tempting words. He wanted to fuck you, more than anything he thought he had ever wanted, but while he had fallen prey to the siren's song that was your moans and allowed himself to touch you in this way.

Fucking you? He preferred such an outcome when you weren't smelling like a sickly sweet flower.

"Be satisfied with this, princess." Lance chuckled quietly into your ear as he felt your clit begin to throb and pulsate against his fingers, leading him to switch to sinking his fingers into your dripping wet pussy. "As much as I want to...I'd want my first time fucking you to be in a more...romantic setting." You clenched around Lance's fingers, eliciting a groan from both of you as you lewdly imagined Lance's cock being the thing that was filling you up at this moment. Dazed as you were, whatever lusty smell you had inhaled had sent your brain's imagination into overdrive.

You imagined Lance pinning you against the floor, rutting into you like there was no tomorrow or diving his head into your cunt, lapping away at your juices as his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly with every little movement. "L-Laanncee..." You moaned against his hand, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your skull as you began to near your high. Lance smirked at the drawled-out wanton noise you released, causing him to slowly remove his hand from around your lips before his cock twitched against your backside at the sound of your panting moans, as if you were just gasping for something more. "You close?" He questioned.

You answered immediately with a few nods of your head, causing the redhead to peer over your shoulder a little more than he already was to watch the no doubt glorious sight of your cunt cummingaround his fingers. "Let it alllll out, princess...c'mon, you can do it—" He angled his fingers to press more against your spongey g-spot deep inside of you, almost as if he were trying to milk the orgasm out of your body as he moved his fingers in a "come here" motion. Your chest heaved up and down, tears beginning to prickle at your eyeline as you grasped onto Lance's pants for dear life as the knot inside the pit of your stomach coiled tighter and tighter...until you suddenly orgasmed with a high-pitched whine of Lance's name.

"Thaaat's it." He quietly encouraged you, finger-fucking you through your orgasm as he even went so far as to lick his lips like a starving hound at the delicious sight of your pussy juices beginning to create a transparent white ring around his fingers until you started to whine from overstimulation.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

College was such an interesting place. So many faces from all over the country that are pursuing different careers. The cliques of people that form the jocks, nerds, and cheerleaders blend together, not so harmoniously, to create college life. Classes weren’t horrible, aside from one. The class isn’t bad, but the guy that decided to sit next to you definitely was. He was some nerd that no one paid attention to, and his greasy blue hair always hid his face. The unassigned assigned seats meant that you sat in the back corner near the window, and the last open seat was beside you when he stumbled in late the first day, so now that was his seat for the semester too. He’d always be off in his own world playing stupid games on his phone, rarely paying attention to the professor, and then having the gall to ask for your notes at the end of class. When you finally decided to lend your notes to him, he came into class the next day with a chocolate bar from you. It was sweet, but you didn’t think you’d eat something the marked loser gave you. 

“Hey, can I steal your notes again?” He whispered as everyone was packing up. 

“What’s in this for me? Another chocolate bar?” You raised a brow, clearly unamused. 

“I- uh, nevermind, forget it.” He sighs, packing up his things. He takes a picture of the board before leaving and races out of the lecture hall. 

You can’t help the twinge of guilt that springs up after telling him no. Maybe it was hard for him to focus, or he just couldn’t see well, so he figured to not bother. You rush out, seeing him in the crowd of people. Once you finally catch up to him, he jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, uh,” you notice his tense shoulders and shell shocked expression, “sorry, I can give you my notes.. Well, I can’t because I need them to study tonight, but maybe we could study together? If you’re not busy?” 

He was frozen in the middle of the hall. Everything else silenced apart from your voice. He blinks rapidly, mouth hung open as he tries to form words. 

“Hello?” you wave your hand in his face, snapping him back.

“Y-Yeah, that works. We can meet in the library later.” He finally replies. 

“Ugh, no, I hate the library, too many people. We can just go to yours?” 

The man shakes his head quickly, “there’s some,uh, renovations being done.” 

“Okay, I guess we can go to mine then?”

He nods his head hesitantly, his cheeks flushing pink. 

“Kay, here’s my dorm address. I’ll see ya around six?”

“Six works.” He quietly responds as he scratches his neck nervously. 

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Six comes around sooner than he would’ve liked. It’s not like he didn’t want to go to your dorm, it was just something about how private the whole affair was that made him anxious. 

You’re doing some last minute cleaning when you hear a knock at your door. 

“Oh hey! You actually came!” you cheer, opening the door wider to allow him entry. He steps in, taking a look around at your pinked- out dorm, plants hanging everywhere, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the room. His cock stirs when he brushes past you and smells your shampoo, a nice aroma of fresh bamboo and coconut. You lead him to your desk, which was small and really only made for one person. 

“We’ll use my notes to study- well duh- but since I know more I could teach you rather than just read off the notes. How does that sound?” 

“I’m not some incompetent guy, Y/N. I just don’t focus well in class.” He huffs. He wouldn’t have an issue focusing if the prettiest girl on campus wasn’t sitting beside him, but he’ll keep that to himself for now. 

“No no, of course not, uhhh..” you look at him sheepishly, realizing you never asked his name.

“Tomura.” 

“Tomura! Of course you’re not incompetent!” you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear, “but this studying method will help me too, so humor me for a bit, yeah?” 

“Whatever..” he sighs, opening your notebook to the most recent notes you jotted down. As the two of you study, you pace around your desk where Tomura is sitting, leaning over his shoulder any time he claims to not understand a concept. Truth be told, he’s known all of this material for a while now, but he’d never pass on the opportunity to spend more time with you, regardless of how nervous he is. 

“So for this one,” you lean over him again, arm brushing his shoulder. You feel him tense and smile to yourself, “Tomura, you okay?”

“H-Huh? Fine, I’m fine, why?” 

“Nothing, just..” You scoot your desk chair back and sit on his lap, “like I was saying, for this one,” Tomura can’t keep his mind on your words, body too tense from your sudden action of sitting in his lap. He breathes deeply, trying his best not to get fully hard as you wiggle above him, ‘to get comfy,’ as you put it. 

“Uh, Y/N, sorry, can you just..” his head is resting on your shoulder, eyes clenched shut, “why are you sitting on my lap?” 

“Oh, is it bothering you?” you tilt your head, faux innocence laced in your words. 

“N-No.. I mean, yes? Mmn, don’t know, just give me a minute..” He sighs as his cold hand comes up to your hip, trying to steady you so you stop moving. 

You giggle, able to feel his body shake underneath you, his hot breath warming a spot on your back as his head rests on you. Your hand comes over his, squeezing it. The direct skin to skin contact makes him gasp, his other hand wrapping around your midsection. 

“Tomura, are you hard?” You ask, turning around to look at him. He looks down, his face a deep red, “sorry, so sorry..” 

“Don’t be. I think it’s cute.” you chuckle. A spark ignites inside your chest at his confession, sending waves of heat throughout your body. You sit up and pull the chair he’s sitting on up to your door that has a large body mirror on the back. “Stand up.” 

“What?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror.

“Stand up, Tomu, wanna try somethin’!” You smile, hands ushering him up. He stands and raises a brow as he watches you sit in the chair and pat your lap. 

“Uh, you want me to..”

“Yes, sit, sit.” amusement is plastered on your face. You had a feeling that he liked you for a while now: never looking you in the eyes when he asked you something during class, leaning close when you would talk, inhaling your scent when he thought you weren’t aware; it was cute. 

Tomura hesitantly sits on your lap, back pin straight as his ass comes down on your knees. 

“Lean back, silly,” you tell him, your hands coming around his waist to pull him back so he’s flush against your chest, “relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, promise.” You let your hands linger, soaking up the small hitches in his breath as they roam around his body. One hand brushes down to his thighs, fingers dancing close to his groin. The outline of his cock is twitching, all efforts from him to not get hard thrown out the window. 

“I notice the way you lean towards me during class, Tomura..” you start, hand inching closer to his bulge, “how you can’t focus because I’m right beside you.. It’s cute for a grown man to get so nervous around me.” 

You notice the way his breath catches, how restless he is in your lap, squirming around as he tries not to buck his hips up towards your hand. 

“Y/N, please..” His voice is weak, head drooped into his chest while his hands grip the arm rests. 

“Please what, Tomu? Please touch you?” 

He nods, hair covering his hot face. 

“Use your words.” Your hand rests on his bulge. 

“God, please touch me…” 

“Good boy, Tomura.” you smirk. Your hand greedily reaches under the hem of his pants and boxers as you grip his cock. Instantly, his hips buck up into you, body desperate for any pleasure you’ll allow. Your gentle fingers wrap around him and you give him a few good pumps, relishing in the tiny sounds he’s trying to hide. Brushing over the tip, you feel beads of pre leak out, coating your hand to help aid you.

“So wet for me, Tomura… How long have you wanted this?”

“Hah- fuckfuck, a while now..!” He pants out. 

Your free hand grabs his chin and lifts his head to look in the mirror. 

“Watch yourself as I pump your cock, Tomu, want you to see how pretty you’re being for me,” your chin rests on his shoulder as you look into his scarlet eyes through the reflection. His cheeks match his eye color, sweat sticking his baby blue hair to his forehead. 

“‘S too much, Y/N, slow d-down!” He whines, head falling back on your shoulder. 

“Keep watching..” You squeeze the base of his cock, causing him to jump. Tomura’s trying so hard not to cum quickly, but your hand just feels so good and-

“Fuckfuckfuck, cumming! Sorry..” He moans, brows furrowing as he watches himself in the mirror. A wet spot forms on his pants as spurts of cum leak out of his aching cock. A giggle leaves your mouth that has a sinister smile plastered across it.

“Good boy, baby.. Take these off for me.” 

Tomura lifts his hips and slides his pants off, boxers coming next. He’s already getting hard again when he notices you licking your lip as you watch the mirror, his cock red and angry, begging for more. You spread his legs up over the arm rests, sprawling him out on your lap. Your hand starts again, unforgiving this time in pace. 

“This is pathetic, Tomura. Hard again already? Just because of my fist?” 

Tears prick his eyes with your words, shriveled whimpers filling the room. 

“Sorry, jus’ never had someone else touch me before..” He ashamedly admits, eyes darting around your face to read your expression. 

“Poor you, I bet all this sad cock wanted was a little attention, yeah?” Your free hand digs into his thigh, leaving crescent marks in its wake. He nods pathetically, tiny whines of your name leaving his lips. He’s already so fucked out and you’ve barely even touched him. One orgasm has him shaking like a leaf at any touch you grant him. “Again, cumming.. Fuck!” Tomura can’t watch as he cums again, spurts of thick white liquid coating your hand and his thighs. 

“You made such a mess and didn’t even watch? Tch-” His cock gets no time to rest as you continue jerking him through his second orgasm, overstimulation setting in.

“What are you doing? S-Stop, can’t take any more!” he pleads, hands coming down to yours. You slap them away, pinching his tip between your index finger and thumb. 

“Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love it so much. You’ll never get something like this again, so enjoy it, yeah?” 

Your words cause fresh tears in his eyes, the realization hitting that you’re doing this for your own amusement, not because you like him. God, of course not, it was generous thinking on his behalf that you did. His body shudders as you continue, hips thrusting up into your hand

“That’s it.. Keep fucking into me, just like that, poor thing..” You moan into his ear. His eyes dart between his mirror reflection and looking straight down, not sure which view is better. 

It’s hard to watch him use your hand like this with your own juices slicking your underwear. You subconsciously grind into his ass, any friction being enough to help the strain. 

Tomura’s body is hot, and his twitching doesn’t help your case, either. His breath keeps hitching, getting caught on nothing as he cries out your name with empty pleas. 

“Cum for me again, virgin.” That name makes him hiss, hips faltering as you manage to pull another orgasm from him. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels unlike anything he’s felt before. Like it’s all too much and his body can’t handle it. Your mouth opens in shock as your pant legs get covered in a mix of cum and piss from the pathetic man above you.

“Tomura, did you just piss?” you ask condescendingly. His eyes shoot open. Looking down, he sees the mess he made as a small puddle of his juices drip onto the floor. He can’t help but sob uncontrollably, hiding his face in his hands. 

“You’re disgusting,” you spit as you brush your hand onto his thigh. He tries getting up but you wrap your arms around him, “Ah ah. You’re gunna sit here and look at yourself. Your nasty cock is getting hard again?” Your eyebrows raise in wonder, amazement, as Tomura gets hard for a fourth time. He can’t find the words for his emotions, too overwhelmed and fucked out to think straight. 

“You want to know what pussy feels like?” Your head cranes over his shoulder as you plant a kiss to his neck. 

“W-What?” 

“I had my fun with you, I think you earned my cunt clamping down around this sad cock of yours.” 

He nods, tears still streaming down his face. You push him off of you and make him sit on the floor in the puddle of his own piss as you remove your pants and panties. 

“You haven’t earned the bed yet.” you state bluntly as you join him, straddling his hips, each thigh placed on either side of him. His hands haphazardly grab your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You giggle, looking down at him as you line yourself up to his cock. 

“I’ll take control since I know you have no idea about any of this stuff,” you laugh, sinking yourself down on him in one motion. You both gasp, eyes locked as you settle before moving again. He’s close to cumming a fourth time just from that, his grip on your waist punishing while he tries grounding himself. 

“So tight, shit..” he winces, biting his bottom lip. He grinds into you from below, his tip brushing along your g-spot, eliciting a porn- star moan from your lips. “So pretty, fuck, thank you thank you!” He cries, eyes watching your back arch all because of his cock. You start bouncing, one hand on the floor while the other is placed on his shoulder to balance yourself. He pulls at your shirt, ushering you to take it off. Without a second thought, you lift the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, tits bouncing freely as you ride him. A hand cups one of them, his fingers pinching and rolling your hardening bud. 

“Fuck, Tomura, good boy,” you huff, encouraging him. “Gunna- fuck- gunna cum again soon, I need to pull out!” He blurts, moans and grunts getting louder. 

“Stay inside, need to feel you cum in me, Tomu.” You falter between grinding and bouncing, the hair on his groin creating friction against your clit that makes you see stars. His fourth orgasm rips out of him, loud moans leaving his lips as you entangle your fingers through his locks, pressing your lips to his to swallow his noises. You feel yourself letting go, Tomura’s orgasm spurring yours on as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for all he’s worth. His chest heaves as you both finish and he collapses against the wall. You stand, already feeling empty, while he whines at the loss of feeling around him. You grab your shirt to clean yourself up and throw his boxers towards him so he can do the same. 

“So, uh, if you ever need my notes, just ask. Kay?”

Tomura’s heart skips a beat, “can we have another study session?” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You had been friends with Tenko since childhood. The both of you dreamt about being heroes together, fighting crime and having each other’s backs. You would play pretend, capturing fake heroes and saying your speeches to fake news outlets. It was so much fun. The memories you have with him were amazing and staples of your childhood. 

Finding out Tenko had transformed into Shigaraki, embodiment of fear for heroes and civilians alike- you couldn’t believe it. It had to be a lie. Not your Tenko. You didn’t recognize this ‘Tomura Shigaraki’ everyone feared. He still kept in contact every so often when he wasn’t busy. When his name hadn’t been in the news for a while, he would check in on you and want to see you again. It was hard to reply, knowing he turned into such a monster- at least in everyone else's eyes. 

[I have some downtime, you still at that same place?] He messaged. 

[Tenko! Hi, yeah, I am. How have you been holding up?] 

[I’ll be over in a bit.]

He was a dry texter, probably not wanting people to trace his messages. 

You decided to get ready to see your old friend. You put some perfume on top of your brown sweater and matching skirt, light makeup to match. Tenko never cared about your looks, and you didn’t his. You weren’t even fully ready, curling your hair in the bathroom as you heard your kitchen window creak open.

“You can’t just knock like a normal person, Tenko?” You shout.

“What’s the thrill in that?” He replies, making his way to you, “oh wow.” 

“What?” You put the curling iron down, taking his figure in. His skin is scratched red, scars littering his face and neck. His skin is dry, hair damn near matted, “oh my goodness, Tenko, are you okay?” 

“The fuck do you mean? I’m fine.” He scoffs, closing the gap. 

“It’s just..” you take a breath, eyes raking his body up and down, “you look… different.”

“Bad different?” 

“N-No! Just… different. How have you been?” You open the medicine cabinet and grab an anti itch cream you saved for times when he came around. You could never stand how he’d scratch all the time, you knew it hurt him. 

“How does it look like I’ve been?” He raked his hands in front of him, showing himself off like a figurine. You don’t reply, only lather your fingers in the cream and reach out to his neck, gently applying it to his dry, cracked scars. The coldness makes him flinch before your warm fingers rubbing it in soothes him. “What the hell are you doing?” His voice is uncertain, but his body leans into your touch. You smile gently, 

“You really need to stop itching so much, Tenko, it looks painful.” you sigh. 

“I’m fine, why are you always worrying about me?” He scoffs, swatting your hand away. He moves to the couch in your room, sprawling out like he hasn’t sat in ages. You take a seat beside him, his thigh brushing up against yours. He was so warm. Was he always this hot? 

“Woah, what are those?” Your eyes snap to the small pill bottle rattling around in his hands. 

“Don’t worry about it- they just take the edge off.” He pops the cap and two small pills plop into his palm. He holds the container out towards you with a raised eyebrow.

“No thanks, I’ve, uh, never done that, don’t want the first time to be my last,” you deny. 

“Come on, with me here, I promise I’ll help you through your high. After all, I am your hero,” he winks, forcing a pill into your hand. 

Your hero. You would always call each other that when you were kids. Now, knowing all the havoc he’s caused for others, you question if that name still holds true. 

You both pop the pills into your mouth and dry swallow. A giddy laugh comes from your throat, “I never thought I’d be doing something like this. How long does it take to kick in?”

“It’s an instant release, so hopefully soon,” he chuckles, “what ever happened to you becoming a hero?” Your smile fell flat. You wanted to say everything, nothing, laziness, fear, but all you did was shrug. 

“You could always join the dark side,” he nudges you, his whole body now stationed beside yours. 

“No way,” you sigh, “why did you…”

“Turn evil?” He asks, his face inches away from your ear, “do you think I’m evil?”

“I, no no, of course not. You’re Tenko Shimura.” You reply, trying to convince yourself. 

“That name’s long gone, hun, it’s Tomura now.” Oh, you know. The whole country knows. 

“But why, though? What happened?”

“Shh, you’ll ruin my high.” Tomura leans back on the couch, head draping over the backrest. His arm slings around your shoulders, pulling you in, “ya know, I still make sure you’re safe, whenever I’m not around.” 

“You do?” Turning to him, you can see his pupils blown out as he stares blankly at the ceiling. “You don’t have to worry about me, Tenko, if anything I’m worried-” 

“What did I just say about the name thing?” His head snaps up, eyes narrowing in on you.

“Sorry!” Your gaze turns down, embarrassment and annoyance flashing your features. He’s back to scratching his neck in that same spot that’s been itched raw. 

“C’mon, Tomura, quit that already!” You command. His new name felt weird on your tongue. 

“Fuck off, it’s the only thing that helps.” 

You make quick strides to the couch and lean over him. Knocking his hand out of the way, your lips collide with his scars, kissing the rough spot. He tenses under you, eyes darting around your face. 

“Did that make it better?” You sit back down.

“Don’t think so- You’re gunna have to give me a few more, just to test it.” A smirk fills his face, gloved hand coming to grip your arm. Your hot breath fans over his neck, lips peppering small kisses along it. His hand comes up to grab your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls you back and captures your lips between his. The kiss is messy, urgent, and demanding. You almost pull away but something in you wants more. He was your childhood friend, was this okay? What if it ruined your friendship by doing this? 

You pull back and pant for air, both of your chests rising quickly. 

“Tomura..” 

“My name sounds so good leaving your pretty lips,” he praises, “Show me what else they’re good for, yeah?” His words were the igniter. Your body was on autopilot as you slovenly unbutton his pants and ripped them down to his knees. His cock was half hard, your hand grabbing the base while you popped the tip in your mouth. Tongue swirling around as your hand pumped the base, you looked through your eyelashes to see Shigaraki’s head thrown back, mouth in an o shape. You hummed around him, sending a jolt up his body.

“I know you can take more than that in your pretty mouth..” He grunts, hand pushing your head down further. You gagged, gripping his thighs for support. His cock was standing tall now, flushed red when you pulled off for air. 

“Take your time, baby, you don’t gotta rush to make me cum,” he laughs. 

“Sorry,” you wipe the spit from your lip, “never done this before.” 

“Do you live under a rock? Or were you saving yourself for your childhood friend?” His hand pushes you back down before you can answer. His hips roll into you, hitting a tight spot in your throat that grants you a velvety moan. You gag around him, spit spilling from your lips onto his groin. You whine against his cock and your hands tap his thighs for more air.

“Not yet, be a good slut and take it,” He mewls, hips snapping up so his balls slap your chin. Your tear-filled eyes look up at him through a wet lash line, eyebrows furrowed as you silently beg for air. Shigaraki laughs when he looks at you, 

“Puppy dog eyes won’t save you, Y/N..” he chuckles, “I’m so close, close that tight throat around me again- fuck-” he pants, fingers tangling your hair as your scalp burns at his grip. The mix of drugs and lust make your mind woozy, his words sending a throb down to your cunt. You swallow him, cheeks hallowing as you pup your head up and down. Shigaraki pushes your head all the way down to the hilt and stills his hips, whiny pants escaping his mouth as he stutters senselessly. You choke around his hot cum that paints your throat, pulling off only after his balls empty themselves deep inside you.

“Tomu..” your eyes are wide and hair disheveled, and the look on your face made him confident. Cheeks red with spit coating your chin, he takes your face in his hand and guides you up to his, enveloping you in a sloppy, wet kiss to taste himself. 

“Fuck, such a good girl..” He praises. His cock is still hard as a rock, and you can feel that heat bubbling up in your core. 

“Tomura, please… need more..” You whine, hands gripping his shirt, words filled with need. 

He freezes up, not because he doesn’t want you, but because he can’t believe you want him. 

“Y-Yeah?” He mutters, pumping his cock in front of your face slowly, teasingly. You nod, bottom lip jutting out as your eyes go back and forth from his cock to his face. He pushes you back onto the floor, toppling over you with his legs on either side to cage you in. His ruby eyes have a hint of something dangerous in them, striking a playful fear into you. He takes his glove off with his teeth, throwing it to the side. His fingers grip the fabric of your shirt and skirt, disintegrating them instantaneously. The cold air makes you gasp, nipples perking up under him. You turn away embarrassed, but he forces your head back to make eye contact. 

“No running away now, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “I want to see every reaction your pathetic little face has for my cock.” He slides your panties to the side and lines himself up, slapping your clit with it before sheathing himself all the way. Your eyes clench together, brows furrowing as you hiss to the intrusion. Shigaraki’s hip set a brutal but unsteady pace. He’s so eager to feel your cunt around him he can’t control himself. 

His hand presses down on your stomach, “You feel it, baby? Feel me inside o’you?” 

“Fuck, Tomura, mmm-” you moan, back arching off the floor. His hands keep your hips raised, and he makes sure to keep his pinky high without the glove on. 

“You drive me crazy, shit..” He whines, pathetic whimpers leaving him as he gets closer. 

“Cum inside of me, I need it,” you beg, hands raking his arms and leaving scratch marks along his chest. The way your voice hitched when you begged him made him see stars. His thrusts became sloppy and quick as he built up his climax, spilling his hot load into your cunt, hitting your cervix harshly. You cry out, hands gripping anything they could for support. You feel yourself coming undone, walls twitching around his cock as you milk him for all he’s worth. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts, pulling out. He shoves two fingers back inside, pumping his cum as deep as he can, “don’t you spill a fucking drop, I want you to be reminded of who made you cum and whine like a whore once I’m gone.” He spits. You nod, mouth lolled open as you look down and watch him fuck his cum back into you. He was never this rough when you knew him. It was different, but so fucking hot. 

Shigaraki gets up and throws his hoodie down to you, “cover up so you don’t get cold,” he says, going to grab a towel. A blush creeps across your face, slight smile twitching your lips. 

“What’s with the smile?” He rolls his eyes.

“Nothing, just… You’re just cute, is all.” you giggle.

“Shut up, I’m outta here.” 

“Wait!” You sit up after cleaning yourself off, “Will you come back soon?”

He chuckles, “We’ll see.” 

Earlier that night you made him take a shower and lent him some clothes you had swiped from your male relatives whenever they stayed over at your house, he had sat down at the edge of your bed while you dried his hair with a towel, he had never felt so pampered in his life.

You were both lying down on your bed, the lights had been turned off, the ceiling fan whirred and your blanket smelled like you. At first he had been the little spoon, but he decided he wanted to be bold, he asked if you would like to lay your head on his chest, you blushed and agreed quietly. This is what the life of a winner looks like, he thought, there is nothing better than being in the arms of somebody who you love and loves you back. Time kept passing but Jerry couldn’t quiet down his excitement, on the other hand you were being lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.

He whispered your name tenderly “Are you awake?”

You groaned and mumbled “I am now”

“Sorry!” He grimaced and readjusted his grip on you. 

“ ’S okay, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep…” He felt like a child now, he had disturbed your sleep because he couldn’t just close his damned eyes. You hummed in response and it reminded him of being a kid and getting in trouble with his parents. He was about to tell you to close your eyes, that he was sorry for disturbing your sleep when you answered back.

“Should I sing to you?” You teared your head away from his chest and tried to discern his face in the darkness of your room, he felt you move and looked down as well, not that either of you could see each other very well.

“Oh, uhm… I’ve never been singed to before” Jerry began reminiscing about his childhood, about his parents being too busy to tuck him in most nights and how lonely it felt. “I would love it if you did… Not that you have to though!”

He felt you move and your clothes rustle under the blanket and you moved to his side, he immediately missed your weight atop of him but was content to still have a hand touching you, you were now facing each other and one of your hands came to his face to push any stray hairs away from his forehead. You always treated him tenderly, like he was the most precious thing you owned.

It's nice to hear you say "hello" And "how are things with you? I love you" But very soon it's time to go

He didn’t know this song, but it sounded sweet and his heart that had calmed down as he got used to your presence quickened its pace. You were not the best singer, not that he expected you to be either, but maybe because it was your voice he thought he could just sit and listen for hours.

Strange How a phone call can change your day Take you away Away From the feeling of being alone Bless the telephone

His cheeks warmed up again, he definitely felt the same, being able to call you or hang out with you had become his sanctuary away from the cruel words of others, from their mistreatment and indifference.

It's nice, the way you say my name Not very fast or slow, just soft and low The same as when you tell me how you feel I feel the same way, too I'm very much in love with you

He couldn’t hide the dopey smile that crossed his face. God, you were such a sap! A sweet, sentimental fool just like him. His arms tightened around you and this time it was him who hid his face on your chest, you laughed softly. 

“Sorry, was that too corny?”

“No!” He giggled softly “I mean, yeah, but I liked it!” 

You both chuckled and a soft, light-hearted feeling was felt across the room. The feeling of two people being dorks and very much in love.

Extra: 

“I feel too awake now”

“Yeah, me too” You both giggled again.

“Wanna make out?”

he already smokes with you, stoned sleepy sex is always great, but even greater? Is when he doesn’t have to worry about you looking at him. Or mocking him for moaning how he does (you wouldn’t)

your taking a nap? He’s slowly rutting into you while you sleep peacefully.

smoked a joint before bed and you wanna lay down? That’s cool babe jus’ spread your thighs a bit so he can help you sleep faster :3

loves getting home from a late shift to see you went to bed with no underwear. you know what he likes and god does he love you. whining as much as he wants without having to worry about you hearing him, fucking u nice n sweet. after he’s done? Makes u cum while your sleeping. Usually it wakes you up, and when it does, he shushes you and lays down to snuggle :3

OH OH COCKWARM HIM AND TAKE A NAP IN HIS LAP WHILE HE’S AT HIS COMPUTER TOO. EATS THAT SHIT UP.

Robert / Mecha-Man

Using a new toy on him

Savoring the moment

Fucking sub!Robert stupid

Herm / Waterboy

Munch!Hermy

He can't resist your thighs (link was being weird for me and wouldn't open in tumblr but would in a search engine, lmk!)

Aftermath of your first date with Herm

Mandy / Blonde Blazer

Summer mornings with Mandy

Riding her strap

Alice / Prism

Testing her flexibility

Best way to get rid of pre-show jitters

Fingering Alice

Courtney / Invisigal

You can feel her passion in every kiss

She missed you

Dom!Courtney making you numb

Roy / Royd

Fucking your throat

What plays in Pre-Relationship!Royd's head as you talk to him

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