Don’t Be Silly We’re Superheroes

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“Shhhh, shhh, it’s alright, my love, everything will be alright, just relax for me.”

His voice is a ragged whisper as he urges you to keep silent, a slimy tentacle helping to muffle your noises by wrapping around your mouth. Angry tears drip from your eyes as you thrash and wriggle against his grip, but his grip on you is tight and absolute.

To think you’d invited Mikitaka to stay the night out of the kindness of your heart when you noticed how tipsy he was. You should have left him to find his way home after bar hopping with the rest of your friend group. You should have trusted that feeling in your gut that Mikitaka was not someone you could trust.

But like an idiot, you’d ignored every lesson drilled into you and let a virtual stranger – even worse, a friend of a friend – into your home. Hell, you’d even offered to let him sleep in your bed, though he’d drunkenly told you he could ‘sleep anywhere’.

No wonder, considering his shifting, writhing body. You flinched when Mikitaka leaned in to press a wet kiss to the tentacle covering your mouth, his green eyes clear of any previously perceived drunkenness. You tried to twist your head away from him, but that just makes the tentacle tighten.

It’s only in that moment that you remember the limb is wrapped around your throat. Choking in surprise, you kick your legs and scream, high-pitched and muffled. You hoped that the thin walls of your apartment would work in your favour, but unfortunately, it seemed your neighbours were fast asleep.

You’re alone. You’re vulnerable. You’re pinned beneath Mikitaka’s weight as he lets go of his human form, his clothes disintegrating to nothing. “This would have been easier if you’d remained asleep,” Mikitaka murmured apologetically, his hands trailing over your soft, warm body.

A needy yet inhuman sound escaped his throat at the difference in temperature between you and him. Mikitaka panted as your struggling makes you grind against his hips, his cock writhing and twisting on itself in need. You could feel it, slick and dripping, soaking into the fabric of your shorts.

The alien loomed over you, more tentacles wrapping around your arms to force them behind your back, “But I’ll admit… I think I prefer you being awake and moving to my touch more,” Mikitaka breathed the words, ducking his head low to trail soft, fluttering kisses over your clavicle.

Fuck. You should have worn something other than just a tank top and shorts to bed, “Ghh hfck ‘f mm!” Snarling, you try not to flinch when your legs are suddenly gripped and spread apart, joints creaking uncomfortably with how far open you were stretched, “Shthp!”

You tried to scream once more, but Mikitaka shushed you, continuing to kiss your skin softly, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long… I swear I was going to go insane if I wasn’t able to have you today,” He murmured while his hands snaked beneath your clothing, each moving in opposite directions.

Sticky, wet and revolting, Mikitaka’s right hand slid up over your abdomen to paw at your breasts while his left trailed at the waistband of your shorts. You couldn’t help but shudder at the trails left on your skin. It tingled, warm and increased your sensitivity – especially your breasts.

His hand cupped and squeezed your left breast, thumb flicking your nipple beneath your bunched up shirt, “Hahh, so soft… I didn’t expect them to fit so perfectly in my hands,” Mikitaka sighed, pulling his head back to stare down at you, his green eyes glowing luminously.

A moan, unfortunately, escapes you, allowing Mikitaka to slip one of the tentacles wrapped around your mouth between your lips. It plunges too deep, too quickly, and you gag, jerking to try and pull away. The tentacle pulls back only slightly, rubbing its tip against the blade of your tongue.

You couldn’t help but instinctively try to push back against the intrusion, but the angle of the tentacle made that impossible. You tried to bite down, but your teeth sank into the jelly-like flesh only halfway before a terrible taste made you heave and retract them.

Mikitaka hissed, but pressed down harder against you, slime dripping from his body to coat yours, “Ah, ah, that wasn’t very nice,” He scolded mildly, shifting the tentacle in your mouth so that it could suck the fluids in your mouth out before you accidentally swallowed it, “You need to be more careful. If you’d ingested my blood, your nervous system would start to shut down.

“After all… it would be a waste to lose the future mother of my children in such a terrible manner,” His words were calm, but chilling, as he sucked your mouth dry of all fluids to make sure no toxins remained on your tongue.

You squirmed and tried to twist out from under him, though mindfully kept your teeth away from his skin, “Good girl,” Mikitaka crooned sickeningly, ignoring your snarl and glare of defiance. Curses and muffled words drew a hum from the alien, who removed his damaged tentacle to replace it quickly with another before you could try to scream.

The moment it touched your tongue, your mouth was flooded with something thick like mucus. It tasted vaguely of artificial strawberries, coating your tongue and inner cheeks. You tried, once again, to force the tentacle out, but it writhed and twisted deeper, forcing itself down your throat.

Instinctively, you swallowed, and it burned down your throat, tingling heavily in your belly. Alarm bells rang in your brain as you tried desperately to pull back while your throat twitched and revolted against the penetrating tentacle. It was only when you began to choke and shudder that Mikitaka pulled it out with a small sigh.

But that was only so he could lean in and steal your lips in a slow, surprisingly gentle kiss. You couldn’t stop the breathy groan you made the moment his lips touched yours, your skin suddenly feeling too hot and tight. His tongue filled your mouth, but you were too distracted by the way every nerve in your body seemed to come to life.

Without your attempts to fight him, Mikitaka deepened the kiss, trailing his tongue over your teeth, your cheeks, and tongue. Spit and more of that saccharine fake-strawberry fluid pooled in the spaces between your cheeks and molars, forcing you to swallow, swallow, swallow-

Why… why was everything starting to feel so hot? The slime dripping from Mikitaka’s larger, inhuman form ate away at the fabric of your clothes till you were naked and exposed. His cool hands, which had halted their movements while he’d cleaned out your mouth, began to trail over your body once more.

His fingers felt odd, too soft and squishy as they followed the dips and curves of your body, mapping out every spot that drew a reaction from you. Every flinch, hitched breath, whimper and moan was swallowed by his greedy lips and stored in memory. You felt breathless, the burning through your body steadily building.

Your fear numbed. The tension in your body eased as your brain went foggy, leaving you complacent. Your thoughts were cast adrift, becoming less and less coherent as Mikitaka’s tongue filled your mouth and almost dipped into your throat.

Unlike before, you didn’t gag. Your eyes seemed to gloss over as a muffled moan tingled through your mouth and made the alien crowding your body shudder. The temperature difference between you two had goosebumps erupt over your skin, another physiological marvel for Mikitaka to stroke and admire.

Perfect. You were going to be so perfect. He’d known it from the first time he laid eyes on you that his search had come to an end. Mikitaka couldn’t wait to fill you, to pump you full and take care of you while you carried the future of his lineage.

Seemingly satisfied that you were starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac his body had tailor-made to soothe just you, he broke the kiss, “There we go, doesn’t that feel so much better? I’m going to make you feel so good, dearest,” He murmured, voice almost sweet despite the underlying threat of his words.

All you could do, though, was gasp and whimper in response. Everything felt too distant and dreamlike as Mikitaka possessively dragged his hands and tentacles all over your body. The remaining scraps of your PJs that had clung to you melted beneath his touch, leaving you naked and quivering.

He explored your figure with hungry, yet tender touches, squeezing and stroking to learn what made you shiver and mewl. Two tentacles wrapped around your soft breasts, massaging them while Mikitaka lazily lapped at your nipples, humming at the taste of your skin.

The moment his hands gripped your waist, Mikitaka dug his thumbs into the softness of your belly. You arched at the hot, electrifying bolt of arousal that slammed through you at the action, a sharp, confused cry escaping your lips.

“Oh… very sensitive… seems the nerves here are most affected by the aphrodisiac,” Mikitaka’s murmured observation didn’t reach you, as the intense throbbing ache in your belly consumed your attention. You tried to press into his touch, hoping to alleviate the emptiness, but he kept his touch light.

He continued to rub his thumbs in light circles over the same spot, and you hated how you whined at his touch, “Nngh, M-Miki…taka…~,” His movements paused for a moment as his name dripped like molasses from your swollen lips, his gaze sharpening with interest.

Mikitaka stared with glowing eyes as you shivered and jerked beneath him, a weak and starkly different reaction compared to before. Your pupils were blown wide, the blackness nearly swallowing your irises, unfocused and needy.

You whined again, head lolling back, exposing your throat to more questing tentacles, while you didn’t hesitate to coil around the smooth expanse, “P-please… Mikitaka… please,” You were wholly unaware of what you were saying, tempting and encouraging the alien to go further.

And further, he most certainly would go. Even if you were no longer lucid, in his mind, the aphrodisiac had simply opened your mind to the connection he’d always felt with you, “You’re so sweet for me… You must have just been scared before,” He mumbled, leaning down to peck your soft lips before trailing them lower.

Mikitaka kissed his way down your front, tightening the tentacles wrapped around your legs when he felt them twitch, “Shshshshshhhhh, it’s okay, you can let go, you can just relax, let me take care of you,” He murmured, green glowing eyes possessively staring at your slackened, almost drooling epression.

So lovely. So cute. Now that you weren’t scared and trying to fight him off, you lay back so sweetly for him. Mikitaka rewards your brainless obedience by lowering his head between your spread thighs, inhaling your natural musk deeply.

The heady scent of your arousal has his eyes rolling back in pleasure, a ripple going through his jello-like form, “Perfect… I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s all going so perfect,” Mikitaka murmured, kissing and sucking soft, mottled bruises along your inner thighs, more tentacles moving to wrap around your tummy and chest.

You’re almost completely covered in some way by a part of his body, leaving you helpless in his grasp. The aphrodisiacs coursing through your blood leave your muscles slack, till not even the slightest twitch comes from you. You’re weak, vulnerable and ripe for the taking, your pussy dripping and ready.

But Mikitaka wanted to take his time. He’d consumed enough information surrounding human courtship and relationship dynamics to know that he still had to prove he could satisfy you. A trickle of your juices drips down your left thigh, meeting Mikitaka’s soft lips.

Instinctively, his tongue darts out to lick it up, the tangy taste of your arousal bursting through his senses, “Mmmh, you taste so… delicious,” He mumbled, craving more, his tongue following the path of that little drop till his breath washed over your glistening cunt.

A whimper escapes your throat at the feeling, though it quickly changes into a needy cry when Mikitaka drags the blade of his slick tongue between your labia. Traces of the aphrodisiac remain in his saliva, leaving your pussy tingling and hot from its effects.

“Ah, hahh, p-please… oh please… that felt…” The words drone out of your throat, your skin erupting with goosebumps when Mikitaka lifted your thighs over his shoulders. His hair – strangely unaffected by his transformation – brushes along your sensitive skin, so different to the slick softness of the rest of him.

Mikitaka doesn’t bother responding to your begging. He knows what you need – what your body now craves, now that you have calmed down. Parting his lips, he once again licks a long, languid stripe over your cunt, feeling your clit throb along its length.

He wanted more. He needed to taste more of you, to fill his mouth with your juicy, needy cunt. Mikitaka nuzzled closer, practically burying his face in your muff, his tongue dragging slow circles over your opening. It teased your pussy, prodding and flicking as your insides clenched with desire around nothing.

Desperate mewls spilt from your throat like the sweetest music as the alien dove his face into your cunt, his tongue finally pushing inside. Soft, warm lips enveloped your labia, trying to make sure not a drop of your need was spilt while he ate you out.

Hollowing his cheeks, Mikitaka started tonguing your cunt with slow, shallow thrusts, relishing your calls of his name. Your inner muscles fluttered and squeezed around the intrusion, pulling it deeper as it curled and rubbed against them, “Mmmh~! S-so, hahh, hot!” You gasped, arching what little you could while dizzying bolts of lust burst through your stuffy brain.

It was hot. Everything felt hot. Even the tentacles surrounding you, coating your skin, felt like they’d scorch you. Sweat beads on your brow, dripping down to sting your eyes as more trickled down your back. And yet, it all was incomparable to the searing ache in your belly, demanding to be filled.

Mikitaka stared up at you from between your thighs, admiring how debauched you looked. His tongue began to thrust in and out of you with more fervour, slipping deeper and deeper with each stroke. You shuddered and tried to buck weakly into his face, but you were easily held down.

Thick, lewd slurps and sucks filled the heated air of your room, barely heard over your moaning and panting, “Ah! Ah, yes, mmh, there, more, please!” You cried out as you felt his tongue rub over your g-spot, your juices drenching the muscle and dripping right into Mikitaka’s mouth.

He felt as if he could drown in your arousal and die a happy man. He swallowed greedily, cheeks hollowed and eyes glowing, taking in everything he could. Mikitaka increased the pace of his thrusting tongue, humming just to tease your clit and pull more lovely cries from your throat.

If your hands were free, they would have been tangled in his hair by now. His name spilt like a fervent prayer from your drooling mouth, wrecked, desperate sounds creating the sweetest melody. The tentacles attached to your breasts continued to toy with your nipples, flicking, pinching, rubbing in the same tempo as Mikitaka ate you out.

Pleasure rushed through you so heavily it threatened to consume you, mind, body and soul. You arched and bucked when Mikitaka allowed any movements, pleading for more, begging the alien for salvation. All the while he watched, he devoured, knowing that soon, soon, you would be ready for him.

This was the culmination of all his efforts. Mikitaka had spent so long studying you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike when you were isolated and your guard was down. He knew you would forgive him eventually – you would have to, since you would be bound to each other for life with the brood he’d put in you.

Plus, you wouldn’t have anyone else to steal your attention once he brought you home after tonight. The nest he’d built from his biomass and the few scraps of DNA he’d managed to steal from you was tailor-made to keep you comfortable and safe. You wouldn’t be able to escape him – both because of the eggs and the bonding fluid that would keep you tethered in place.

Mikitaka shuddered, his grip on you tightening, fingers digging into your still-empty abdomen. An image of you just like this, but with a swollen belly and leaking tits flashed through his mind, pulling a deep, needy growl from the centre of his chest.

The vibrations of his growl shuddered through his tongue, the added stimulation almost enough to send you over the edge, “I’m gonna cum!” You gasped, spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as your body began to tense up, “Gonna-gonna cum, gonna cum, please, hngh-!”

Unfortunately, Mikitaka quickly pulled his mouth off of you before you could cum, “No, no, no, no, please!” You whined pathetically as his tongue slipped out of your soaked cunt with a wet ‘schlk’, a strand of your sticky juices connecting the tip to your pussy.

It drooped and broke when he pulled the full length of his tongue back into his mouth, a deeply satisfied groan resounding through the room, “Delicious. Next time I want to keep going until you can’t cum anymore,” Mikitaka purred, shifting to loom over you once more, his gaze dragging over your bound form.

You whimpered, trembling as he pressed closer, shifting his hands to your hips while slotting between your thighs. His cock writhes over your slickened labia, pulsing and sticky, the sensation almost making you cringe. Almost.

But then the tip rubs against your clit and you moan at the hot-white spark of pleasure that shot through you instead, “Oh? Do you like that, my love?” Mikitaka murmurs, his cock rubbing against your clit a second time. You couldn’t help but nod, a drawn out ‘yesssssss’ making him chuckle.

“I’m glad. It seems your body already accepts that we’re meant for each other. We’re so… compatible,” He leaned in to pepper your sweaty face in kisses, a delighted hum leaving Mikitaka’s throat at the salty fluid. The tentacles around your arms loosen and guide them around his shoulders, encouraging you to cling to him.

Mikitaka settles in closer, hiking your legs around his waist and making sure his other limbs practically bind you together. You gasp and clutch him closer, your head lolling forwards to rest against his right shoulder, “Hngh, ah, Mikiiiiii~,” You mewl as your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders.

He shivers at the tingling pressure and tries to pull you impossibly closer, “You fit against me so nicely… so warm and soft, perfect to hold close while I fill you up,” His compliments are odd and slip in one ear and out the other, your focus primarily on the wriggling cock rubbing over your pussy.

The tip slips between your labia, stroking over your drooling cunt before plunging into you with ease, “Oh! Oo-oh, hahh, ffffffuck, that’sh-!” You stumbled over your words, body jolting at how unnatural it feels to have something squirm deep into your cunt.

Like a moray eel seeking refuge, Mikitaka’s dick glides through your tight, hot pussy, easily filling you up to the brim, “Ahhh, that’s it, just take it – I know it must feel strange, but you’re handling this so well for us, dear,” His praise made you shudder, tightening around his cock, which sucked it in further.

You could feel it stretch you open wider with each inch that wriggled into you, the tip rubbing and touching your inner walls as if searching for something. It felt odd, and if you weren’t drowning in the side effects of Mikitaka’s aphrodisiac, you might have freaked out about what was happening.

But it also felt so good. Sticky, yet slipping in with such ease, pulsating inside your cunt, “Just a little bit more,” Mikitaka crooned, rocking his hips in slow motions to grind his pelvis against your throbbing clit, “Hahh, I love how you feel around me, how you pull me in so nicely, tight and wet and perfect.”

You moaned, Mikitaka’s name slurring from your lips in a way that made the alien’s heart flutter. Just as his cock bottomed out inside you, the tip nudging against your cervix, he leaned in and caught your lips in another kiss. The tip released more fluid, tenderly rubbing over the tender entrance, making sure to coat your cervix thoroughly.

“Mmmngh~?” You whimpered into Mikitaka’s mouth, squirming when the head of his cock prodded the entrance of your womb a second time. Your pussy tightened, but that didn’t stop Mikitaka’s cock from twitching and undulating inside you.

The additional lubricant drooling from his dick just made your pussy wetter, allowing Mikitaka to pull back half way, breaking the kiss with a groan, “Mmmh, hold onto me tightly,” He purred, shifting his hands to your ass, gripping both cheeks firmly before slamming balls deep inside you once more.

A raucous cry ripped free from your kiss-swollen lips, head falling back onto your pillow. The alien held you close, mumbling praise as he began to fuck you with slow, yet hard strokes, his cock turning surprisingly stiff. His thighs slapped against the backs of yours, the sound ringing through the room and threatening to drown out your cries.

You bounced with each thrust, clinging to Mikitaka as sharp stabs of pleasure-pain shot through you from the depths of his movements. However, soon your cervix became numb and tingly as the fluid drooling from his cock worked its magic, leaving you a babbling mess of need.

It relaxed your inner muscles, ensuring that the entrance to your womb would be pliant and ready, “Mmmh, hahh, there we go, doesn’t that feel so good? Ah, yes, that’s my good girl, my sweetheart,” Mikitaka purred as he kissed and nibbled at your neck and chest, marking you up with his mouth.

Your nails clawed at his shoulders, your body trembling as you tried unsuccessfully to meet his thrusts. Mikitaka made sure to keep his tempo even, shifting the angle of his hips so the fat underside of his oviparous cock rubbed over your g-spot, “Hnghh, ah, ah, ah, yes, Mikitakaaaaaa, Miki-mmmmh, sooooo goood~!”

Your mewling was so cute to the alien, he couldn’t help but coo and press against you even more intimately. No part of your body went untouched, unheld, while your world narrowed down to the rhythmic pumping of Mikitaka’s cock in and out of your pussy.

Pleasure bloomed hotly through your belly. You couldn’t help but moan and wrap your legs tighter around his waist, trying to ground yourself in the moment. ‘More. More. You needed more.’ An unfamiliar voice whispered into your empty head, unsettling yet instinctual.

You needed to be filled. To be bred, “Miki, Mikiiiiii, yes, ah, m-more, pleash, moremoremore, neeeeeeeeeeeeed it~!” You whined, slurring through the words as tears spilt down your sweaty face, only to be lapped away by Mikitaka’s tongue.

He groaned and shifted to look down where his cock rocked in and out of your pussy, admiring the sticky juices that frothed around the base, “So good for me, so perfect, you feel so good,” He praised, his voice surprisingly light despite how hard he fucked you.

“You’re going to be even more beautiful once they’re inside you,” He continued, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing more insistently against your relaxed cervix, “You’ll keep them safe and warm, help them grow, keep them healthy… and I’ll be with you through all of it.”

His words should have sent warnings blaring through your mind, but you were too far gone to care. Nothing but the pleasure building in your gut mattered, not even the twinge of discomfort you felt as he halted his thrusts to grind roughly against you instead. The head of his cock finally managed to worm its way into your womb, spreading to hook itself just past the opening.

Your insides immediately clamped down, which expelled more fluid directly inside your empty womb. Vaguely, something in the back of your mind told you that something was amiss – unnatural. The crushing sensation of wrongness that should have followed that didn’t occur, though.

No, instead, your senses became even more dulled, leaving you slack and weak beneath Mikitaka, “You’re going to be such a good mother, a perfect wife,” Mikitaka groaned, slipping a tentacle down to your clit, making sure to rub it slowly while he felt the eggs begin to shift in the swollen sack in his lower abdomen.

You moaned wetly, unable to form any words, loopy thoughts and senses refusing to focus through the fog. One, two, three little strokes and you came undone, your pussy tightening around Mikitaka’s pulsing cock. Your release soaked his lap and your blankets, while the milking pressure of your cunt triggered the laying process.

Mikitaka hissed through clenched teeth as the first few marble-sized eggs descended into his cock, “Ah, hahh, yes, mmngh, take them,” He groaned, straining as his muscled pulsed and undulated with the same rhythm of your orgasm, using your milking pussy to his advantage.

Slowly, bit by bit, the eggs slid through Mikitaka’s cock. They stretched your already straining muscles further, and the slight divots between each egg caused your eyes to roll back in pleasure. They rubbed over your g-spot, lengthening your orgasm and ensuring your pussy clenched down, helping them reach and pass through your tight cervix.

You cried out in confusion as they spread your cervix uncomfortably, but you unable to do anything but lay there and accept what was happening, “Hahh, shh, shh, I know, I know, please, bear with it, you’re safe, I’ve got you, just give me this, please,” Mikitaka grunted and ground against your hips, the eggs slowly pushing past the tight entrance to your womb.

It felt strange, but the added pleasure of feeling the eggs travel through your pussy alongside the numbing of your nerves eased any potential pain you might have felt. With a small pop and a sharp inhalation ‘Oh~!’ from Mikitaka, they settled heavily in your belly, warm and squishy.

The first few eggs made no changes to your belly. You could feel them, feel their weight and a strange, throbbing warmth, but there was no evidence of their presence just yet, “Yes, yes, there we go, mmmh, fill your mother, let her body protect and nourish you till you’re ready,” Mikitaka groaned, one of his hands moving to pat your unchanged tummy.

It wouldn’t remain that way for long, though. With each egg that plopped inside your womb, more and more space was taken up, forcing your body to accommodate. They attached to your uterus and stuck there, though the more they were pumped into you, the more swollen your tummy became.

You panted through the sensations, your already sweaty body beginning to shake and struggle against the strain. Mikitaka watched as your abdomen grew beneath his hand, cooing and clicking with pride as his brood filled you. The eggs rubbed against each other inside you, shifting until they settled and stuck together using the thick mucous coating them.

It would prevent them from becoming damaged while they grew and developed in your womb. It would both cushion them and keep them in place until it naturally broke down closer to when they were ready to hatch. Not that you were concerned with those things right now.

No, what you were concerned about was that you were getting close to a second orgasm, “Mmmh~!” You whimpered, pawing weakly at Mikitaka’s shoulders, while trying to buck and rock your hips, what little they could. Your growing belly made it more difficult, but you were needy and impatient enough to try.

“Hahh, d-don’t move so much, you might… disconnect us, my love,” Mikitaka groaned, both of his hands rubbing your belly to try and ease the strain it was under. He slipped one lower, thumb delicately rubbing your clit, admiring how you arched and whined weakly for more.

Mikitaka relished how you tightened and fluttered around his cock, taking his eggs without any struggle, “Hmmm, that’s it, good girl, good, girl, just let it wash over you… do you want to cum again?” You nodded, mindlessly greedy for more pleasure, and Mikitaka rubbed harder and faster on your clit.

He made sure to keep you on the edge as the stream of eggs gradually slowed, waiting till just the last few stragglers were pressed against your cervix before letting you cum again. They pushed into your filled womb with some difficulty, followed by a flood of cool, sticky liquid.

The moment he finished, the tip of his cock deflated and pulled out of your cervix, blasting the stretched muscles with more of the same cool fluid. You whimpered, completely worn out and exhausted, simply going limp atop your filthy bed when Mikitaka pulled all of his tentacles back.

“You did so well, my dearest,” He praised, gathering you in his arms as his body shifted back to his more familiar human disguise, “Such a good mother, just for our brood,” Mikitaka cooed and peppered kisses over your sweaty face, hands possessively stroking your belly.

It would take months before these eggs would be fully developed and ready to be laid for hatching. Only a quarter of them would make it to term, but Mikitaka was so proud of you for being able to take all of them in one go. It was like your body was built for this – built to carry his future progeny and no one else's.

It would remain to be seen whether they’d be able to absorb your genetics through the ova your body would continue to produce. And if it failed this time… well, you and Mikitaka could always try again with the next brood, he mused, continuing to murmur praise as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You were a civilian he rescued from the rubble of a villain attack, having been caught in the midst of the fighting when the café you were sitting in was toppled and collapsed. Rarely had Tenya ever turned on his heels so sharply as he did when he heard your startled, fearful little cries from the debris heap, shocked and pained from the suddenness of it all and in need of immediate help. At that moment the villain was second in his mind–what was most important to him was freeing your fragile body from the pit of concrete and glass and dust. Plenty of reporters and journalists had written about the incident after the fact, particularly when the footage was released of Ingenium carrying a wounded survivor out of danger, and it certainly shot him up in the popularity polls with such a classic hero story on front-page news.

But that wasn't what struck Tenya himself about the incident. He didn't care about the good press or even really think about it, the only thing he could think about was how stunning you were when he saw you after your recovery. The PR rep for Team Idaten had arranged a meeting for you two to capitalize on the good publicity, and although you were still battered and bruised in your wheelchair you still looked up at him with such sweetness it stopped him in his tracks.

From then on you'd become one of his loyal fans. He started noticing you at his fan meetups and you attended every hero conference he spoke at, always lighting up the crowd of onlookers like, to him, you were the only one there. Even his friends started to tease him about his little shadow, who went to all his favourite spots in town and eagerly adopted his routines like you wanted to emulate him as best you could. It started to remind him of himself with Tensei. As much as you adored him, he couldn't possibly get you out of his head. It was…starting to become a problem.

Every time he signed something for you he wondered what you would do with it, his mind starting to wander to things he absolutely should not have been thinking about an innocent follower of his. He started to question the purity of your ideals; this level of adoration couldn't possibly be solely admiration, there had to be something more, he was convinced. Maybe you were in love with him. Maybe you'd developed an obsession after he saved your life. Maybe you touched yourself to that one clip where a paparazzi had captured him grunting as he grappled with a local villain-

Stop. It was ruining his mind. All he wanted to do was be a pillar of the hero community, but with the freedom that came with a pro hero lifestyle he couldn't stop letting his urges overwhelm him in private. There wasn't anything holding him back anymore, no looming exams to study for or weekends filled with a hefty training schedule. He made it. Even Tensei had to remind him to enjoy himself, to breathe for once instead of over-analyzing the next step in the process of his journey. All his friends were drinking and attending parties and finding partners, and he was still on a strict diet of water and protein shakes and 6 AM morning routines. Now, there was no one else to really keep in line like back at U.A, when he'd been organizing his fellow students as their unyielding and severe class president.

Well…maybe there was one person he could enact his innate strictness on.

It was easy to get you to follow him back to a love hotel after his fan meetup. He'd heard about it through the grapevine as a safe spot for heroes who needed a place to enjoy themselves, bring dates or one night stands, and not have to worry about being too loud with rooms that were well and truly soundproofed.

“Stop–following–me–around!” Each grunt vibrated with the weighty plap of his hips on your ass, every muscle and vein tensing up and releasing as Tenya battered your hole like it'd done him wrong.

“‘m s-sorry, Ingenium-!” It wasn't befitting of you to look so…sloppy. Tongue hanging out, eyes glazed over, thighs trembling, slick trailing down your legs in a dark puddle on the sheets. Yet there was an air about it that warmed Tenya from the inside out and made him never want to stop thrusting like his very life depended on it. He scoffed at the way you threw his hero name around so lightly as if you'd lived this scenario out in your fantasies before.

“You need to smarten–up!” One deep, soul-sucking plunge halted him at the wall of your clenching muscles, but he didn't ease up, just ground his swollen tip into them like you might spread open wider for him. “Stop acting like some desperate groupie. This is your fault.” Tenya moaned as he drew back and watched your juices glisten against his throbbing shaft. It'd been half-hard the whole afternoon as he anticipated your arrival, and he was at risk of busting out of his tight pants when he finally spotted your giddy face bouncing on your heels in line. “Call me Tenya.”

“T-Tenya?” Smack. He raised a firm hand over your thigh again before brutally bringing it down for another stinging swat. Every dose of pain just made you tighter, it made you squeeze him with the intention of not letting go. He could hardly pull out to thrust back in much less pull out when it was eventually time. “Tenya! Ten-” He smothered you into muffled cries with his mouth on yours, his very first of many kisses with someone that actually made him feel something. The softness of your lips definitely made his cock twitch inside you at the very least.

“Y-You need to-” Ugh, you were just so tight, so warm and wet like the fleshlight he'd been embarrassed to use but you were more. “Need to behave yourself.” Your heat pulsed when he licked into your mouth and clung to him each time his biceps flexed by your head. Whoever told him missionary was boring had clearly never been with someone like you, who drove him fucking crazy just arching your back up into him while your nails scrabbled to catch yourself down his massive back. If it wasn't for your desperate slobbering all over his dick once he got you in the room, he would've never fit himself inside your comparably tiny frame. You didn't even have to be that small. He was just huge after bulking season had hit. His quirk burned up much more energy in the cold. “I won't marry someone so desperate. S-Some crazed fan.”

The word echoed on your lips, “marry”, and you seemed to lose everything else he'd said in the moment. Tenya groaned at how you lit up at the thought, but moreso because you just squeezed him even tighter. Your heels had been grazing his lower back, but now he felt them dig in as you locked your ankles tight around him. His huge palm gripped at your thigh but he didn't pull you away like you figured he would, he just let the tips of his fingers dig in to leave bruises behind just in case you got the idea that this was casual, just in case you thought this was just a fantasy. Even if it was for you, it wasn't for him.

“...We're going to straighten your ass up before I pound it into submission.” Tenya grit his teeth. “You're going to become a proper–bearer–of the Iida–t-title!” Each stroke was coming faster and harder to control as he chased his end, failing to maintain what little restraint he'd been clinging to that kept him from completely battering your precious walls that would learn his shape eventually. Your hips stuttered as they tried to meet his rhythm but you just ended up getting folded over further on to your back, completely pinned under Iida's enormous frame while he chased you into a savage mating press. He'd broken you; your moans turned guttural and humiliating and much too real, but they bounced off the insulated walls to hit his ear in just the right way. Tenya cupped your head in his palm to brace you against his body, and in seconds he was slipping in to seat himself completely even though your body trembled with resistance to keep him out. His balls tightened up with a mind of their own before he throbbed his last and blasted your opening with ropes so thick his glasses tumbled off his face with the way he shuddered.

It could've lasted hours. Spasming, kicking inside you with spurt after spurt after spurt. If he wanted to he could've pulled out and still watch you leak with his seed, but instead he wanted to hold you there until you could hardly breathe your own air. Everything was Tenya, Tenya, Tenya, just as it had been for the year and change since he'd lit up your world when he dragged you out of that rubble. If he knew you wanted to die at that point in your life he wouldn't have thought twice about saving you, still. That was why he became your everything–and why you let him drain himself in you until he was satisfied with the way he'd ruined you for any other man.

“Don't waste it.” The curve of his lips could've been mistaken for a pout as he ground his hips deeper, pretending to ignore the twinges in your expression at how sore he'd left your insides. Despite his insistence you still felt it pouring out of you in rivulets down your thighs, and it just couldn't be helped. Iida came enough to fill you three times over and still have some left over for an extra round. “You're not to see anyone else, am I clear? You wanted to be my number one fan. Now you have to take responsibility.”

“Y-Yes..” You barely knew what you were saying at this point and Iida didn't really care. He allowed a soft smirk to peek through as he coaxed your hair out of your face, a sense of pride washing over him at seeing the scars and bright eyes of a person he saved. No matter how broken you were now you still survived, all because of him. Indeed, even after the fact, you relied on him so much that he'd become your whole world without even realizing it. If you wanted to be so obsessed with him that he was all you thought about…well, it was only right to let you. Correction: it was only right to guide you there himself.

“What's my name?” He dragged his way out of you with a foul squelch as his cum poured out where he'd plugged it inside. With a firm grip to guide himself he teased your opening with the tip, just barely swiping it back and forth to feel you shudder at the promise of more. You'd learn to handle him at his best now that you'd seen him at his worst. He reached over you and plucked his glasses off the bed just to make sure he witnessed it all.

“T-Tenya…Tenya..” Maybe he was wrong before. You did look gorgeous when you were completely ruined and filthy with the mess he'd made of you, kiss-bitten lips and drool down your chin and all. If the way you pawed at him despite your state wasn't enough of a tell that you needed him, then nothing was. Iida leaned down to cage you between his arms again, nuzzled into the side of your neck, and listened to those kitten-like mewls and moans as he slowly sank back in.

     "I always do, you guys are great performers." You tried to keep your cool but you couldn't help it, so instead you promised yourself you wouldn't throw yourself at them.

     "You don't get bored watching us play? The only person who moves around is Cass and she only has two dances." He blocked the bottle she threw with no effort and teased her. It was hard to believe you were truly there but you were going to enjoy every little bit regardless.

You stood there talking with them for awhile. They had a way of making you ease up and see them as you would a close friend. You thought you were dragging it out but you they would rope you into a new conversation and keep you there for longer.

     The topic of your favorite band member came up and you almost fainted from the building panic. What if they get upset? Will I ruin the mood and they tear me apart? I'll drag the humiliation to my grave so no one finds out. It was like they heard your concerns and so they swore they wouldn't make a big deal about it. You covered your face when you revealed it was Jason, the drummer, and waited for the worse, but it never came.

     As he held your face in his hands, you were lost in his green eyes. You could feel your face heating under his gentle gaze. When his lips brushed against yours, your eyes begged him to close the space and he did. You didn't mean to open your mouth but he deepened the kiss anyways, taking his time tasting the notes of cherry soda until it was just you. It left you breathless and he littered your neck with kisses till you pushed him away.

     "Damn it Jason!" You couldn't wipe the smile off your face but inside you felt it was bittersweet. He kissed you with too much passion and now his lips would haunt you whenever thought about him. It would leave you wanting more. "Don't tease me like that." You buried your head in his chest and he laughed, keeping you in his arms.

     "We're heading out, let's go." Tim, the guitarist, said. He was a second from separating the two of you but you did it yourself. It was easier that way. He handed you a bag filled with merch and you thanked him as you watched him and the man you loved walk away.