“you’re makin’ a habit out of this, kid.” frank’s voice is a low, rough rumble through the speaker of your phone, heavy with the gravel of a man who was already halfway asleep before you rang him. you can hear the faint rustle of his bedsheets, the heavy, deliberate sigh he lets out into the receiver. he’s your dad’s oldest friend — the man who practically watched you grow up — and he knows damn well he shouldn't be answering the phone at two in the morning just to hear you breathe like this. but he did.
you whimper into the line, the sound small and completely desperate as your fingers work frantically beneath the waistband of your shorts. you’re so slick, so entirely consumed by the ache between your thighs, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to touch the spot right. “frank, please… i can’t— i need you. i tried, but it’s not working. please.”
there’s a long, heavy beat of silence on his end. you can practically feel the weight of his gaze through the network, the sheer gravity of his restraint cracking. he knows the power he has over you. he knows he’s the only man alive who can actually fix this for you, the only one big enough, rough enough, to make the noise in your head stop.
“you touchin’ at yourself right now?” he rasps, his tone shifting into something darker, a command that makes your stomach flip. you hear the thud of his boots hitting the floor on his end. he’s getting up. “tell me what you’re doing to yourself while you’re callin’ your daddy’s best friend, hm? say it for me.”
“i’m… i’m touchin’ myself, frank. for you. it’s only for you,” you sob out, your hips arching off your mattress as you rub against your own fingers, pretending they’re his heavy, calloused hands instead. “i’m so needy… please come over. he’s out of town, he won’t know. just come fix it. please.”
a dark, rough chuckle vibrates through the phone, sending a wave of heat straight to your core. “you’re a bad girl, you know that? a real brat.” you hear his truck keys jingle on the counter, the heavy front door of his place creaking open. he’s not even trying to fight it anymore. “keep your hand right there. don’t you dare stop until I get my hands on you."
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the apartment is quiet except for the steady sound of rain tapping against the windows. it’s one of those rare mornings where everything feels slow enough to breathe, but frank is still dead asleep, stretched across the bed with one arm thrown over your side.
you’ve barely seen him all week. too many nights spent waiting up for the sound of his boots outside the door, too many mornings where his side of the bed had already gone cold before you woke up. now he’s finally here, and somehow he’s sleeping through the whole day.
you brush your fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck.
nothing.
“frank,” you mumble, nudging his shoulder. “c’mon.”
all you get is a low, annoyed grunt as he buries his face deeper into the pillow. you smile to yourself. “you’re ignoring me.”
“m’not,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep. “you’re just… talkin’ too much.”
“I missed you.”
he doesn’t answer right away. instead he blindly reaches for you, finds your wrist, and tugs until you lose your balance and land against his chest with a laugh. one heavy arm wraps around your waist immediately, holding you there like you’re not going anywhere.
“frank,” you complain, even though you’re smiling. “I was trying to wake you up.”
“bad idea.”
“it’s noon.”
“don’t care.”
his eyes stay stubbornly shut, brows pinched together in that little frown he somehow wears even while sleeping. you poke his cheek.
“you’re grumpy.”
"shut up.”
the words would sound harsh from anyone else, but they’re followed by the softest kiss pressed against the top of your head without him ever opening his eyes. you melt against him.
after another quiet minute, you whisper, “I really missed you.”
this time he sighs, the kind that seems to leave every ounce of tension behind.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “missed you too.”
his hand lazily rubs circles against your back before settling there, warm and steady. within minutes his breathing evens out again, already drifting back to sleep. you stay exactly where you are, tangled up in his arms, deciding the day can wait too. for once, you have him home, and that’s enough.
synopsis: your father was a raging alcoholic, a man who did the bare minimum and slapped a “best dad of the year” award on it. for years you struggled to make peace with it, to accept that you would never have the love from a father. but when he tried to weasel his way back into your life, you found it in a man who gave you the love and attention he never did.
word count: 4.5k
warnings/content: age gap (early 20s and mid 40s), daddy issues, suggestive content, non-explicit oral (fem! receiving), implied smut, mentions of murder, mentions of cheating (not shane), reader needs constant reassurance, sex as a coping mechanism
pae speaks ~ inspired by the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighborhood <3
After having yet another pointless argument with your father, you practically ran all the way to Shane’s camp. It was dark out, your only light coming from the moon and the weak flashlight on your phone. He’d probably scold you for it but you were already doing that to yourself.
Tears tracked down your cheeks. Every time you thought they’d stop they just kept coming.
Growing up with a father who cared more about his friends and going to the bar rather than helping your mother raise you had put you off from men for a long time. During your teenage years, you saw the reason your mom divorced him in the first place.
The guilt tripping was what started it.
You didn’t want to watch a movie with him? Suddenly that trip to the beach where he dragged the wagon up the sand meant nothing.
You were busy with your friends for the weekend? Now that time he bought you medicine as a kid was his biggest accomplishment as a father.
From there is was all gaslighting and manipulation over slurred words and empty promises.
At seventeen you felt an emptiness. One that you wanted to be filled by being held in the arms of a man who actually cared, who actually wanted to treat you like someone instead of a burden.
Only a few years later, now an adult, you had been on the lookout for an older man.
Then you found Shane.
He was aware you were too young. Way too young for a man like him to even think twice about. But he couldn’t shake you. Couldn’t take his eyes off of you every time you walked into the general store or when he spotted you on a nice nature walk with your mom.
And when you kissed him that night he was only supposed to be comforting you?
Well, he was gone from there.
Your quiet sniffles and the sound of dried leaves crunching under your shoes were the only giveaway to your arrival at his camp.
Shane was smirking, wondering what his baby girl was doing finding him out in the forest at such a late hour. Usually it was because you were needy, fussy over the heat or the tenderness of your body during ovulation week.
He reveled in your reliance on him. How you, a sweet little thing, could ever need a man like him.
But as soon as he saw your glassy eyes and your puffy lips, his smirk fell.
“Hey, hey,” Shane rushed out, setting his beer bottle down and standing up. He caught your shaking frame with his hands on your arms, a grounding touch. “What’s my baby cryin’ ‘bout, hmm?”
You covered your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed for coming all the way out here just to cry. “My d-dad,” you hiccuped, pressing your forehead against his chest.
This wasn’t anything new. Not to Shane. Your father was a topic that got brought up more often than not. He was one of the leading sources of your sadness, always making you cry when you got the courage to see him again. You wanted to be the kind, loving daughter who had a good relationship with her father but he made that nearly impossible.
Those strong arms wrapped around you, Shane pulling you closer as his jaw tightened. “What’d he do this time?”
Your fingers curled into his dark shirt, keeping him close. “He was drunk again. But he tried telling me he wasn’t and then started rambling about how it was my mom’s fault our family was torn apart.”
While Shane wasn’t the best at comforting people when they were hurt, he was good at getting angry at the others who did the hurting.
There wasn’t another person who hated your father more than Shane. He couldn’t stand the man. Every time your dad got brought up in a conversation, you shut down. Your happiness was stripped away because of the man who’d never shown you the love you needed.
Shane knew it. Of course he did. He’d always questioned why you were with a man like him but the emotional absence of your father was answer enough.
“Stop seeing him,” Shane said firmly.
You shook your head. “I feel bad, Shane. He doesn’t have anyone. All his friends live in another state, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he can’t keep a job. The least I can do is show up.”
There it was—the result of years of manipulation and guilt tripping.
“He’s a grown man, baby,” Shane pulled back, his entire face hard with pent up frustration from how many times this has happened. “He did this to himself.”
You dropped your arms to your sides, staring up at him with glassy eyes.
For too long now you’d heard that. Not only from your boyfriend but everyone else who knew your father. Didn’t mean you knew how to accept it.
“But Shane—”
“Stop that.” His words were harsh, pointing his finger in your face. “Stop defending that sorry excuse of a man. Do you really think he cares about his daughter? Huh?”
“Of course he does!” You fired back before digging your fingers in the camo jacket you had thrown over your nightdress. “In his own way.”
Exasperated, he scoffed with a humorless smile before his face screwed up in rage as he kicked an empty beer bottle. Once he released some of his anger, he ran a hand through his dirty hair, chest heaving.
Taking a tentative step closer, you grabbed onto his arm. “I know he’s not gonna change but… he’s still my dad.”
That was it.
Shane snapped, his fingers digging into your shoulders. “You walked miles in the dark to get away from him. Don’t you dare come to me just to defend him.”
You sniffled, flinching slightly at his tone but you knew he had a point. “I’m sorry, Shane. I just…”
His eyes searched your face before his hand came to squeeze your chin, pulling your head closer. “Just what?” His voice was still rough, angry.
“Just needed you.”
With a grunt, he let go and stepped back, shaking his head. He ran a hand over his blonde stubble, already thinking of ways to get back at your father for making his little girl so upset. He should’ve been thinking about how he could comfort you but since this was a normal occurrence, he just let you situate yourself.
You didn’t want to aggravate him more so you slowly crept around him, going to sit on the log by the fire.
Shane had his back towards you, looking like a statue with how still he was. Even though you’d been with him for a while, you never knew if the stillness would result in him calming himself down or the start of a crash out.
Tonight, you hoped it was the former.
Deciding not to trigger him, you stayed silent, fiddling with the lace hem of your nightdress to keep your hands busy.
Every time you thought those old wounds were healed over, you came to find that they had just been covered up by a thin bandaid. For a long time you didn’t want to believe it. That your own father loved getting drunk more than he loved his wife or child.
“You’re my world” he’d say or “I love my daughter more than anything.”
But his actions said otherwise.
The people in your life who knew of his behavior chalked it up to him being a good person but having his issues. You believed that. Until you didn’t. After you found out he cheated on your mother more than once, it made you sick to your stomach. It happened before their marriage and then during it as well. He made her take care of you while he was out at a bar, slinging beers and hooking up with random women.
There was no accountability either. He always tried to convince you that your mom was actually the bad guy in this situation when you already knew everything.
You knew the type of man he was—selfish, greedy, and the biggest narcissist you’d ever met.
But when you looked up at Shane through your teary eyes? You saw a man who’d actually take care of you. One who wouldn’t treat you like a chore or choose alcohol over you.
His right hand reached back towards his waistband. You saw the way his shirt came up a bit, revealing the matte finish of a 9mm pistol.
It didn’t scare you like it was supposed to. You knew he was a deer hunter, his hands knowing the way around a gun better than most. You’d seen him clean them, hold them, grip them. It made you flustered, watching him run his veiny hand over the sleek barrel.
But as you watched his fingers graze the cold metal, you realized that he only hunted with a rifle or shotgun.
The moment it dawned on you, fear gripped the back of your neck.
You’d seen those types of pistols in movies. The ones used for hunting people—not animals. Which could only mean he was considering tracking your father down and putting a silver bullet right between his eyes.
You swallowed hard, putting your hands in your lap to stop them from shaking. “Shane.”
He didn’t look at you. Instead, he pulled the gun out from his waistband and removed the empty magazine. “What is it?”
Think of something you mentally yelled. You needed to keep him distracted, get him to focus on you and not the twisted sense of anger filling his veins.
“I don’t wanna be alone right now,” you said quietly, the fire popping and crackling in the night air.
Shane slowly turned around, firelight casting dancing shadows over his weathered features. His dark shirt hugged his body in just the right way, revealing his strong biceps and the soft roundness of his belly even though you knew the ridge of his muscles there as well.
If you were anyone else to him, it might’ve been scary. And while you feared he’d do something irreversible to your father, he would never do that to you.
Being with Shane was thrilling. He braved the wilderness every day, sometimes letting you tag along but always making sure you stayed safe. Protection came easily to Shane, making sure his little girl never got hurt. He wouldn’t let that happen.
Reluctantly, he tossed the gun into a duffel bag before moving over to you.
His large hands spanned your waist, lifting you with ease before taking your spot. Just as easily he pulled you into his lap, your back flush against his chest.
You sagged back against him, arms crossed as his locked securely around you.
There were a lot of unsaid words still hanging in the air. Why is he had his gun out, how upset you really were about your absent father, how badly you wanted Shane’s comfort.
He knew that.
He just had no idea how to show it.
His chin rested on your shoulder, bringing one of his hands up to pull your hair to the other side so your bare neck was exposed to him.
With all the gentleness he could muster, his lips pressed lightly against your fluttering pulse. The single touch made you snuggle further into his chest.
A heavy breath was released against your skin as his other hand slipped down to toy with the top of your lacy knee socks.
“Wear these for me, baby?” He rasped lowly into your ear.
“Mmm,” you hummed, brain going fuzzy with his gentle caresses—completely uncharacteristic of him.
But you weren’t complaining in the slightest.
You knew he was a rough man. Everyone did. And yet, you were the only one he made an exception for.
His spiky stubble scratched your soft skin and you felt him smirk. “That’s not an answer, pretty girl. Use your words.”
An involuntary whine escaped from your mouth. “Yes, Shane. Wore them for you.”
He let out a pleased hum. “That’s what I thought. Was that so hard? To be honest with me?”
You shook your head against his shoulder. “No, sir.”
“Good girl.” Shane gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze, making your eyes flutter shut as his calloused hands caught on the smooth skin.
Being touched by Shane made everything fade to white noise. It was just you and him, surrounded by miles and miles of untamed forest and mountains that would keep this moment between you two encapsulated from any outside observer.
You listened intently to the bugs chirping, the hoot of a nearby owl, Shane’s ragged breathing and the kissing sounds as he lavished your neck.
However, after the night you had, it would take a lot more than just a few kisses to make you feel better.
“Shane?”
“Yeah?”
Your eyes opened, staring up at the starry sky, silver twinkling against the canvas of black. “You… you aren’t going to cheat on me, right? You wouldn’t… wouldn’t do that to me?”
His kisses came to a halt.
You felt the way he stiffened, his body going ridged and you almost wanted to take your questions back.
But Shane knew exactly what he was getting into when he decided to enter a relationship with a young woman like you. Especially one who had never had a good relationship with any man before since that picture had been ripped to shreds years ago.
From the very start of your relationship with him, he knew you required constant reassurance. You had to know he still wanted you, still wanted to be with you, still wanted to hold you, still loved you.
While, admittedly, he did find it slightly annoying, he gave it to you every time without complaint.
He turned you to face him, now sitting sideways on his lap. “Now, just why would I do that?”
You forced yourself to keep eye contact with him, knowing he’d manhandle you if you didn’t. “I don’t know. Just, please answer me.”
His heady gaze traced over your face, his fingers grazing against your cheek before fitting them loosely around your throat. “Oh, sweet girl, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout that. I’ve got ya now.”
The air seemed to thicken as his face got closer to yours, feeling his breath fan across your lips. “Not your father, not any of those men at the bar. I have you, okay?” He tilted your chin up slightly with his knuckle. “I know what he’s done to you—what he continues to do to you—but I’m not gonna let it happen again, alright? You’re my little girl now. Not his. Mine.”
His words struck a chord within you. One that you didn’t know existed until Shane.
A longing that had been buried by years of neglect was hit dead on just with a few words. It made your heart pump and your cheeks to turn pink.
All that time you’d spent yearning for a man to take care of you and to love you unconditionally felt like nothing now. Not when you had Shane Maguire holding you close and giving you hope that things were finally changing.
“Hey. Look at me,” he said firmly, fingers tightening only a fraction. “Look at me and tell me you understand.”
Your eyes locked on his, glassy again with how overwhelmed you felt with emotion. “I understand, Shane.”
“You better. ‘M not letting you go.”
His mouth met yours in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips without warning. You gasped which just made him kiss you deeper, fingers digging into your throat to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
Your hands flew to his messy hair, latching on to ground yourself.
Shane kissed you like he was starving. Like he needed to prove just how much he meant what he’d said—that he was a man of his word. He knew his girl, knew that you liked gentleness and he was willing to give it to you.
Just not when he needed you to understand how serious his words were.
A lot of your life was a series of words that held no value, empty promises that were never fulfilled by the people you needed them to be fulfilled by.
As his fingers trailed up your thigh to grip the soft flesh, he knew he would be the one to break that cycle.
Your head went blank. His tongue was hot, sliding against yours almost obscenely. He didn’t stop. Not even for a second as he stood up, holding you tight like you were a feather.
Shane all but tossed you onto his sleeping bag. You yelped a little bit but it didn’t hurt. His large frame bent down as he stepped into the tent, zipping it closed behind him.
Then, he was all over you.
His lips were on your knee, pulling the sock away from your shin with his teeth before letting it snap back. All while he worked on getting your cute little shoes off, tossing them in the corner. You were laid back on your elbows, watching him closely with your kiss swollen lips parted. He always made you breathless but when you felt him trailing those wet, sloppy kisses up your leg, oxygen felt far away.
“Take it off,” he growled against your thigh but the way he was taking small pieces of skin and nipping at it was making it hard to focus on anything else.
As a whimper escaped you, his teeth sank harder into the plush muscle. “I said, take it off.”
Quickly, you unzipped the camo jacket and pushed it aside. It left you in your white nightdress—plain, simple, silky. To Shane, it was the prettiest garment he’d ever seen. His eyes traced up your body, the fabric draped over every curve and dip, outlining the softness only he got to touch, kiss, bite. You nearly looked too beautiful to touch with your glassy eyes, swollen lips, red splotches on your cheeks, and messy hair. It sent blood rushing south, his pants instantly getting tighter just from seeing you all laid out for him.
Delicately, the rough pads of his fingertips stroked over your stomach where the silky fabric lay untouched. A shuddering breath left him as he pressed harder, curling his fingers until it bunched beneath his hand.
Shane nuzzled his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply. Gosh, you smelled so good. He did it again until his senses were completely overwhelmed by you.
Your chest rose and fell quickly under his cheek, feeling so much and yet needing more.
Squirming a bit, you pressed your hands hard against his shoulders, tugging his shirt up. “Shane… please.”
His lips curved into a smirk, hearing the desperate lilt of your voice. The feeling of your small hands pulling helplessly at his shirt made him harder and he gladly removed it.
“Stay still for me, baby,” he said, strong hands sliding up your thighs before pushing your nightdress up to your waist. With a groan, his arms wrapped around either of your thighs, pulling them open more.
A ragged groan tore from his throat at the sight of your pretty little panties, a wet spot already staining the center. He couldn’t stop staring, tracing circles on your inner thighs to see it grow.
You tried writhing again, the ache making your body react without your permission.
His grip tightened automatically, bruising in its intensity. “What did I say?”
Despite your best efforts not to, another desperate whimper fell from your lips. “To… to stay still.”
“Mhm,” he hummed before leaning forward, pressing a barely-there kiss right where you wanted him. He could smell your sweetness, making it hard to resist just giving you what you wanted.
“Shane,” you whined, your hips bucking up to try and gain more friction.
“Aww, is my little girl needy tonight?” He smirked, toying with the elastic of your panties, pressing hard into your hips to keep you from wiggling. His thumb pressed down against where you were most sensitive, watching as you tossed your head back in frustration. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll take care of it.”
Finally, his teasing stopped as he finally dragged your panties down your legs and slid them off, keeping your knee socks in place.
Stars burst behind your eyes as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue making direct contact with your wet heat. You thighs went to close at the sudden friction but he quickly tossed your limbs over his shoulders to keep you from going anywhere.
“Shane, oh…” you moaned.
Shane was a dirty man and the sounds he was making of your pleasure were proof of it. You could hear the squelch of his tongue lapping up your arousal, listening to the wet sucking noise as he paid special attention to the main source.
Before you met Shane, boys were never something you really paid any mind to. You were good in school, focusing on your grades and graduating. Your first kiss happened when you were 18 at a New Year’s party your friends had dragged you to.
But that was it. He wasn’t a very good kisser so you went back to not caring.
However, as the issues with your father progressed and you became intertwined with Shane, he changed it all for you.
He awakened something inside you. Something natural, something beautiful. You bloomed out of your shell, turning towards Shane like a sunflower turns to sunlight. He touched you in ways you never could have imagined before, earning those special noises and reactions only reserved for him.
Now, as he made you come for the first time that night, everything felt irrelevant except for him.
Outside the tent came faint footsteps. You blinked awake, the tent walls not doing anything to keep the morning rays away from your slumbering state. Early signs of life filled the forest surrounding the camp—birds chirping joyously, humming bugs singing, the trees rustling in the breeze.
A yawn stretched your mouth wide before it snapped shut again as you ran a hand over your face.
Last night hung in the tent. Your jacket was in a heap, your shoes tossed in the corner, your panties carelessly draped over a lantern. Heat rose into your cheeks, feeling the deep care Shane had given to you deep in your bones.
Shifting slightly to throw the sleeping bag off of you, you winced at the very prominent ache between your thighs. Flashes of why they were sore ran through your mind—his fingertips digging in, his teeth sinking into them, his hips pushing you wide open.
Nervously, you peeled your nightdress up. You sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth as you carefully moved your legs to reveal the redness between them, the bruises on your thighs and hips.
Sometimes you forgot how mean Shane could be. Not in a way that made you feel bad, but in the way that showed you how he expressed his tough love.
Gently, you traced the bruises he left. It made a small shudder pass through you.
His eyes bore into yours, heavy breaths hitting your swollen lips as his hips relentlessly slammed into yours. “C’mon,” he grunted, fingers tightening around your throat. “You can take it. I know you can.”
The sound of the tent zipping open made you flinch, ripping your hand away and pulling your nightdress down like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have.
Shane stepped inside. For a second you thought he hadn’t seen you admiring his work but as soon as he smirked, you knew he had.
“Lookin’ at yourself?” He questioned, sitting by your legs, bracing himself on one hand while the other landed on your calf. “Dirty girl.”
“I…” you knew there was no point in lying. “I’m sore, that’s all.”
His chapped lips stretched wide and instantly you regretted your words, stoking his ego more than you should’ve. “Good. Means I did my job right.” He leaned over you, pressing a harsh kiss on your lips.
At first, you sighed, his kiss a soothing balm to your aching body. But then you tasted something unfamiliar. Something tangy, coppery.
Your face drained of color when you realized what it was—blood.
You pulled back quickly, staring at him in horror.
Already anticipating your reaction, Shane’s grip grew tighter, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Did you really think I’d let that poor excuse of a man get away with what he did to my baby girl?”
Your heart gave a sharp kick into your ribs, panic flaring. “What did you do?”
His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “What should’ve been done a long time ago. I made sure he won’t hurt you anymore.”
The worst possible scenarios started to spin through your head, nearly making you dizzy. You thought back to the gun, wondering if he’d found a full magazine and used it to make your father pay. It was the most extreme case but knowing Shane, you wouldn’t put it past him.
Shane could see the possibilities of what he’d done flicker over your face and he couldn’t have that.
After getting his sweet girl to cheer up after last night’s events, he didn’t want his success to be wasted by your father striking again.
“Don’t cry,” he said, seeing your bottom lip wobble and your eyes go glossy. “He’s just gonna have a hard time breathing for a little while. And when he’s fine? He’s never gonna hurt you again.”
Last night, after Shane had thoroughly pleasured you, he let you fall asleep on his chest.
But sleep never caught up to him.
He was restless, mind set on the tears he’d seen streaming down your cheeks when you stumbled into his camp when you should’ve been at home, asleep in your own bed. No matter how hard he tried to focus on how hard he’d made you come or the sounds you made when he breached your body, he couldn’t stop thinking about who had caused his little girl to be so upset.
So, before dawn could break over the Yosemite mountains, he had placed a kiss on your forehead and snuck out of the tent.
While he did consider bringing his gun, he knew all your father needed was a fierce right hook to the jaw.
Maybe then he’d get it through his thick skull that he was causing his daughter so much pain.
But once Shane felt his anger transfer from his chest to his fist, he couldn’t stop. It was one after another until your fathers face was a battered mess.
Sparing you the details, he just leaned forward until his lips touched your nose. “Do you trust me?”
Your answer came too quickly. “Yes.”
“Then believe me when I say you’re never gonna have to see him again. You have me now. Just me. Tell me you understand.”
You couldn’t argue. Despite the fact he wasn’t telling you in depth what happened, you weren’t quite sure you wanted to know. Your boyfriend was a violent man and there was no use in pretending any different.
“I understand, Shane.”
“Good.” He pressed a softer kiss against your lips this time. “Just need me. I just need you. My sweet, pretty girl.”
- Shoto always puts your fav foods on your plate when you two are eating. Its so cute really. While you were chewing you realise a chopstick comes to your plate and puts a food in front of your plate. You look up onto Shoto, who contiunes to eat nonchalantly. Because for him its the most normal thing. You should be fed AND happy.
- Queen/king treatment is the bare minimum for shoto. And bare minimum is the below zero for shoto. Below zero? Shoto doesnt have a meaning for that in his vacoublary.
- You feel the best about your look near him. Not because he praises you for it always. It is because he makes you feel like it is already known how much you are pretty/handsome. He does praise when you put it more effort on your look occasionally of course. You were confused about it at first really. You knew that he never cared about looks but still wanted to get acknowledged for your appereance, as like a normal partner. And when you opened up this to him he told you a sentence you could never forget "Im sorry for making you feel this way. Its just i thought you already knew how much perfect you look in any way..." Protect him, your honor.
- Tying your shoe laces, pulling your hair out of your face, buying you snacks at the random times, making random comments on the things you talked a weeks ago;to making you remember that he remembers all the details about you, giving random soft kisses on the cheek... he is the most peaceful lover that makes you feel always comfortable.
- for most Shoto can be seem boring on the outside: calm, respectful, tradiotanal habits, relaxed aura... but this is why you love him the most. He is peace. He is the kindness. He is the one who breaks tradiotanal trauma...
- do you know the quote "sometimes two mistreated people meets and treats each other the way they always wanted to" ? This is you and Shoto :)
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Shoto being beefier as an adult made him more... tempting.. to grab..
He's brewing some tea, it's a warm morning so he's just in some comfy shorts and no shirt, he's half asleep, basically bare, very vulnerable..
he rubs his eye, trying to rub the sleep away when he feels a smack to his ass, he's wide awake now, he tries to turn around but you forcibly keep him towards the counter, even bending him over it a bit as you grab at his man titties.
"what're you doing?" His voice is raspy and he has a curious tone.
hes shocked but your roughness and how forward you are at this early hour.
You giggle and rest your cheek on his shoulder blade.
"So squishy sho.." You mumble against him.
His face flushes red, he even feels his dick starting to strain against his shorts.
"Isn't it a bit early..?" He asks quietly, too tired to acknowledge his growing erection.
You shake your head with a hum, you press yourself into him more, grabbing at more.
One hand lets go of his tit and reaches back down to his ass, you grab and knead it just like you are with his chest, he groans you can't tell if he's enjoying it (he is) or if he's annoyed.
It's only when you slap it again and harder he gasps and throws you over his shoulder, hauling you back to bed.
shoto coming home from patrol during a heatwave to find you laying like a corpse infront of the ac unit
he stands above you for a moment before asking whats wrong as if its not obvious
your wearing very little clothes which are actively sticking to you and your hair sticks to your forehead so you're only response is a groan and you gesture to the ac unit
"is it broken?" he turns towards it.
"it doesn't seem broken.." He hums lowly as he kneels down to inspect it.
you roll your eyes,
"No, its hot as hell." you scoot closer to it.
he doesn't say anything but you can tell he understands your struggle now, wordlessly, he brings his right hand to your forehead and you immediately sigh in relief.
his hand is freezing cold, you're hot all over, you lean into him more, you sit like that for a few minutes before he pulls away, you whine and follow, dropping your head on his shoulder.
shoto removes his jacket, tossing it to the side and pulling you close again, hes in just a tank top, which gives you more access to his skin, he manhandles you into a better position, laying you on his chest while sitting infront of the ac.
"thank you.." You mumble quietly, giving his collarbone a soft peck.
he hums in response and bring his right hand up to run through your hair, instantly chilling your scalp.
he figures its gonna be a calm lazy night so he decides to order take out, he even grabbed some pillows to make it more comfortable so you can camp out in front of the ac until it was time for bed.
he didn't get much sleep that night, you were on top of him the entire night but he was happy to be your life sized ice cube anyways.
Shoto who drags himself through the door after a hard day and wordlessly drops his head into your lap.
You think he just wants you to play with his hair but nooo he's slowly repositioning himself to have his face between your thighs.
You only realize what he was doing when you feel a warm sensation on your clothed mound
You pull his head back up out of your pussy but he just whines and shoves his face back in.
After a little back and forth battle he's sitting on his knees down on the floor with his head perfectly nudged into that space and is licking away contently with two fingers hooked around your panties and pulled to the side.
you try and argue but it falls short with moans
Shoto spends most of his evening there just eating your yummy pussy until he forgot what even made his day difficult.
his brow is scrunched in concentration as he lines his leaking tip up with your dripping pussy. he presses in only for him to pop out a second later, sending him sliding up against your puffy clit. you whine, thighs shaking, eyes round.
“shooo, think ‘s too big.” you squirm beneath him.
“just relax f’me.” he glances at your face before lining himself back up.
“i- mmf!” he presses his tip in. “sho!” your legs shake around his waist.
“doing so good.” he nods, sliding in another inch. “there you go, baby.”
he keeps inching in, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing little circles. drool pools at the corner of his lips looking at the bulge he creates. his tongue darts out, sliding across his lips, eyes looking up at your face.
“tell me how you’re feeling.” his voice strained as he keeps his hips still, thumb still circling lazily.
“full.” your lids heavy. “shoto ‘s big.” you squirm.
“i know, baby.” he nods. “but you’re doing so good. feel so good.” you watch his throat bob.
you slide a hand down your tummy and feel the outline of him. he can’t help the jerk of his hips at the sight, pulling a high pitched cry from your lips at the feeling.
“‘m sorry.” he pants.
“want you to move.” you blink up at him. “slow.” lashes fluttering as you feel him dragging out.
his jaw is set, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, fingers digging into your thighs as he starts to push back in. the breath is knocked from his lungs as you suck him back in, pussy wrapping around him so tightly he feels like he’s being choked.
“baby.” his voice cracks. “gotta relax.” his head drops.
“i’m- ngh! i’m trying.” your lip wobbles. “feels like you’re splitting me open.” your thighs twitch.
his thumb slides back down to your clit and you let out a shaky exhale. he slowly starts to move, ignoring the tightening in his lower stomach at how perfect you feel. your pussy’s still squeezing around him but finally easing up to let him move.
“sho..” your toes curl, your fingers wrapping around his wrist that’s playing with your clit.
“i know, i know.” he drags his eyes up to yours.
he leans down and presses his lips to yours, tongue sliding past your lips, swallowing down all your sounds as he starts to gently rock into you.
his trusts slowly make your mind fuzzy, warm pooling low in your tummy. your arms are wrapped around his back, hands traveling up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. you gasp feeling everything coming at once.
“sho ‘s- ‘m gonna ! mmf!”
he presses his forehead to yours, doing everything he can to keep his eyes open to watch you make the cutest faces as you cum around him. he can’t hold off anymore and fills you, hips stilling, pants fanning across your flushed skin.
“wanna go again.” you jerk your hips, pulling a breathy laugh from his lips.
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k. bakugo
he’s got your legs held up to your chest with one arm, his fingers wrapped tightly around his base as he lines himself up. you’re soaked, pussy fluttering around nothing, mocking him as your little hole pushes him out again.
“damnit, you gotta relax.” he huffs, cheeks red.
“katsss ‘m trying!” you whine. “just so big.” you push your lower lip out.
he exhales slowly and lines himself up again. he pushes his tip in, letting out a small laugh when he gets in another inch, pussy finally granting him access.
“there you go.” he pats your thigh.
“nghh! ‘s so..” your eyes squeeze shut.
“focus on this.” his rubs tight circles on your clit, sliding in another inch. “doing good.” he watches your lips part in a soft whimper.
your body feels like it’s on fire, he’s spilling you open so slowly, so thoroughly. when his hips are finally flush with yours, he rests your ankles on his shoulders and cups your face.
“still w’me?” he watches you peel your eyes open. “there you are.” he grins.
“‘m full.” you whine. “feel you in my tummy.” his composure drops for a second.
“just lemme know when i can move.” his thumb strokes your cheek and you lean into his warmth.
“now but just.. slow.” you peek up at him.
“yeah.” he nods, hands sliding from your face to rest on the mattress next to your head.
your breath gets caught in your throat at the feel of him pulling out, thighs twitching. he sinks back in, letting out a deep groan at the way your walls suck him back in. his pace is slow, almost antagonizingly so, brushing against your clit each time he bottoms out.
“kats ‘m- ! mmf ‘s s’good!! gonna- gonna !” your burst around him, orgasm catching you both off guard.
“fuck.” his fingers dig into the sheets.
you feel him twitch and start to fill you with him cum. you both are panting as you cling onto him, trembling beneath him.
"just like that, good job baby." he says, his voice soft in your ear. he thrusts into you slow and soft, hitting deep into your pussy from behind. his weight rests on top of you, allowing your face to sink into his pillows.
you whine and he gently shushes you, moving your hair out of your face.
"lift your little hips up baby, there you go." you whimper as he wraps an arm around your waist, forcing your back to arch and letting his thick cock hit in all the right places.
he feels you flutter around him, and whispers in your ear through pants.
"cum for me, sweetheart. you deserve it. use my cock."
you whine as you grow closer, hands gripping his soft dark blue sheets.
"s-sho, please-"
"i'm right here. my cock is right here."
you let out a delicious groan as you finally cum, warm body shaking beneath shoto as he too follows suit. as you two lay panting he presses kisses to your back while letting his cock rest in you.
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Convincing Shoto to watch porn with you and he doesnt care for it until he starts thinking about doing those things to you 😛
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i kinda hinted at this in this post so i just wanna switch it a lil
now i think shoto is an undercover freak like he’s still a man after all.. that boyish aloofness and dense personality is all a facade for how outright nasty he is
late at night he watches the kinkiest porn that would make you blush, furiously jerking his leaky cock, teeth sunk into his lip to conceal the sounds, before reaching for his pocket pussy, he fucks it for hours at night until there are stars in his eyes
he only has that pocket pussy cus the guys got it for him as a joke and missed the sparkle in his eyes when he saw it, it was everything he needed
hentai is a staple for him he saves them directly to his computer and phone so he can watch them whenever he needs, he usually starts his day off with his favorite, hand in his boxers slowly stroking his morning wood
the midday session tho? that’s when he feels most depraved, he leaves the agency and runs home, doesn’t even get his suit off all the just enough to free his cock and pumps it quickly, groaning lowly before cleaning himself off and heading back for the day with a relaxed smile
but now that you’re his girlfriend..
he has you to watch porn with and show you his favorite hentai’s, he’ll have you perched on his cock, using your pussy like his personal pocket pussy and you’re content to be fucked dumb while he watches
you never knew shoto was like this but you were more than happy to keep up with his stamina and after a couple months he had the idea for the both of you to make your own videos and god he never came harder than watching himself fuck you
thinking about shoto who always acted so aloof to the point where you thought he was so innocent, maybe never even jerked off before. he was so blushy and shy you were positive he was a virgin, he had to be! he didn’t even kiss you goodnight on your first date!
fast forward to the sixth date, it was a home date, cuddling and watching movies, whispering in each others ears and him making you cum three times on his fingers before the first movie is over!
by the time the second movie started playing he was sinking you down onto his cock, your toes curling from just how big he was. he wrapped his thick arms around you and pounded up into you, grunting when you buried your head in his neck and let all your little whines spill into his ear.
when you came around him for the first time he pulled out and and laid you on your back on the couch and plunged right back in with a nasty squelch. you’re looking up at him with glazed over eyes and he leans down to lazily thumb at your clit and you cum again, desperately clawing at his arms.
and then he flipped you over! you never thought he would cum and you might die from his stamina as he sunk back into you and had his hips smacking into your ass in seconds. he leaned over you, caging you in with him and rutting into you like it was his goal to get you pregnant.
and when he finally came it was with you facing him again and him slowly rocking into you, kissing you so deep, his forearms braced on the couch and his fingers in your hair. it was like he was trying to consume you whole as he filled you with so much cum it was leaking.
and shoto was a virgin! he just watched a lot of porn and hentai and jerked off at least three times a day! why else would he be some calm and laid back and have crazy stamina?
Little things I think could happen when you have sex with the pros/villains of MHA.
Warnings: swearing, timeskip heros, -sometimes accidental- misuse of quirks, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral, fingering, smut, small but minor injuries, some mentions of blood, incorrect use of a gaming controllers vibration setting, threesome (with the same person), slight blood kink?, small burns, fem!reader, slight pain kink??, grinding/dry humping, one use of y/n.
Characters mentioned (in order): Katsuki Bakugo/dynamite, Shoto todorki, Izuku Midoriya/deku…Touya Todoroki/Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Jin Bubaigawara/twice.
—Katsuki Bakugo—
His hands are secured on your inner thighs, fingertips pressing down harshly against your skin- your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds into you on his knees, his head tilts back and his mouth slightly opened in pleasure, you can feel every fucking inch of him moving desperately in and out of you at this angle and it’s making you see stars- your own head tilted back against your shared headboard, hands gripping onto the bedsheets next to your hips.
His spiked hair is a mess over his forehead, stuck to his skin by his caramel scented sweat, the same sweat that coats his chest, making him even hotter above you, turning you on in a way nobody’s ever made you feel before. Hot. Like fireworks- gunpowder smoke.
Your both bare, bodies pressed together in the most intimate way- recently, you’ve become Dynamites favourite way of releasing stress. It’s not unusual for him to call for a quick fuck after patrol or a long day. And god- do you love it when you see his name light up your phone like it has been the past four months. You’ve found yourself like this- being used like a slut -at least twice a week by the #4 pro hero.
“K-kats-” you gasp, eyes squeezing shut- “m’so close-!” You warn, your chest heaving as you feel that coil in your stomach readying to snap- “I know, baby- i’know- just hold on!” He huffs, holding you tighter.
“Hold on f’me-” He pants, feeling himself getting closer and closer with every quick thrust, his eyes locked onto your breasts as they bounce in time with his movements, shit- to him, you have the most perfect body, everything about you gets him off- he’s jerked off to your pictures for as long as he can remember but seeing it right in front of him- feeling you shaking and needing him, fuck- it’s enough to make him wanna cry.
“hm! Ugh- can’t-” you suddenly clamp- hard -around him, your orgasm tearing through you. You really couldn’t help yourself! He was hitting every spot so well!
He whines- actually whines, the harsh feeling caused his own orgasm to suddenly rip through his lower abdomen, heat shooting up from his dick to his chest to his neck, all the way to his ears—and as he does, tiny little, hot, sparks burn onto your skin from his hands, casing you to gasp and sit up, your thighs pushing gently against his hands.
“Katsuki-!” The burns send flickers of pain..but also- pleasure? Down your spine, your hips twitching as you feel your orgasm being dragged out by the feeling- fuck, are you into that? Wouldn’t suprise you- everything Kats does turns you on, even if it is indirectly burning you.
He doesn’t realise what’s happened at first, too lost in the feeling as he pushes in and out harder as he reaches his peak, cumming deep into the condom he put on with a small groan of your name into the otherwise quiet bedroom. He pauses and pants for a moment..until he seems to snap out of it and brings his hands anyway and sees tiny little star shaped burn marks on your thighs right where his fingertips where pressed firmly down.
It takes him a moment through his pleasured daze to realise what they are- but the second he does, a look of dread takes over his face. “Oh- shit-” His hands shoot down to rub against your skin, he moves to sit up, obviously to get you some ice or a cold flannel, anything to ease the pain- but freezes when your hand grabs his wrist. “Do it again.” The look in your eyes is suddenly much less loving and more- needy..desperate. “Again-?” “Again.” And shit, he’s be lying if he didn’t fucking love it, loves your attitude…loves you.
—Shoto Todoroki—
Shotos head has been between your thighs for what feels like hours- pulling countless orgasms from you left, right and centre..your more surprised at how strong his jaw is than anything, his fingers pushing in and out of your dripping hole slowly, sensually, humming at the sight of your need coming from your dripping hole with every move.
“Sho..” you moan, your head tilting back against the edge of the bed, weak and desperate for his dick. You feel so empty yet so full at the same time, his wet muscle slides and sucks and pushes against your clit- his fingers teasingly curling against that spot deep inside- each movment bringing you closer to your nth orgasm.
You feel abit hazy, your hips rolling against his mouth, hands pushing though his hair, the mismatched strands pushing into each over- “Sho-” You whisper, your whole body feels warm..as if it’s on fire, you feel so fucking hot..yeah- hot. So, so warm. A bead of sweat drips slowly down the side of your head, making your nose scrunch up slightly- huh? Wait- you feel a little too hot-
Your eyes shoot open as you sit up- only to see the entire left side of his body in flames. Panic rises in your chest- the pleasure between your legs and in your lower stomach dissolving instantly. “Shoto, your on- fire!” You bring your hips away from his mouth in panic, ignoring the disappointed sound he makes, until he realises what’s going on- “Oh..I didn’t realise-” he turns his quirk off, only a little bit of smoke coming from his hair and arm. Sitting up just a touch to make sure he hasn’t caught the bed, or worse- you, on fire- he lets out a relieved sigh when he doesn’t see any damage. Not on your skin, anyway.
He was getting off from the taste of you on his tounge- he was enjoying himself just a little too much, his hips pushing and grinding down against the bed. He’s always enjoyed pushing his head between your legs and this time he may have gone slightly overboard. The sweet noises you were making- from above and below were too much for him to hold back, he was rather close to the edge himself.
There’s a…rather large dark, charcoal, mark where the front of his his thighs were pressed against the sheets but he seems to simply shrug it off as he leans up more and looks at you. “Sorry.” You scoff and relax against the bed. “Fuck, Sho- you scared me.” You let out a small laugh of disbelief. You didn’t think he was that into giving you head. “I think I got abit distracted.” He admits, a tiny little, embarrassed, smile pulling at the side of his mouth. “You don’t say?” You say sarcastically but with a hint of that playfulness you can’t seem to switch off when it comes to the #2 hero.
He can only laugh, moving further up your body, his hands shifting to the sides of your head, his hips now against yours. “Is the bed okay-?” You ask and go to glance down- he grabs your chin gently with two fingers and makes you look at him instead. “I can get new sheets.”
You raise a suspicious eyebrow at him. “Why would we need new shee-” he cuts you off with a firm kiss. “I can get new sheets.” He insists again, slightly more desperate as he kisses you again, obviously trying to distract you from the mess where his knees now are. “Sho-” another kiss- which you can only giggle at, kissing him back instantly.
And you’re the fool for letting it work so fast, instantly giving in and kissing him back. You seem to forgive and forget way to easily with your fiancé- but it doesn’t bother you too much. You love him enough to forgive him every single time.
—Izuku Midoriya—
Your straddling your very flushed boyfriends hips, grinding down against him slowly as your tongue sensually moves against his. The lights in your shared apartment are dimmed and the papers he was marking are forgotten on the coffee table in front of the couch your both sat on. He’s been sooo stressed with work- having to deal with both teaching and hero work can be such a chore -which means he hasn’t had much time for you.
He’d never purposefully leave you so..desperate- he didn’t even realise how much you needed him until you shoved the pen out of his scarred hand and literally climbed on top of him. Your hands are now roaming over his chest slowly, your fingers pressing against the thin shirt he’s wearing, making him moan softly into the kiss, heat settling in your lower stomach at the sound. How could you not literally pounce on him?? It’s been nearly a week since he’s even kissed you properly- and now he’s sat there, in light grey, very loose, joggers and a slightly oversized t-shirt that fits him so fucking nicely.
“You look so good like this, Izu..” You whisper against his lips, staring into his green eyes with half lidded eyes- a determined look on your face. “And you’ve been working oh-so hard, baby..you deserve a break too!” You insist, hands exploring down his body, fingertips brushing over his abs and pecs through the material.
“Gorgeous-” He tries, but your quick to shut him up with a purposely harder grind, lips coming down to kiss along his cheek instead- slowly moving down, along his jaw to his chin, then down the front of his neck, your back arching slightly with the effort, which only turns him on more. “Oh, god- y/n, wait-” He pants softly. This is embarrassing- he can already feel himself getting a little too close to finishing for his liking.
That warm feeling gets hotter and hotter with every needy roll of your hips and wet, sloppy, kiss to his neck- your definitely leaving marks.
“ah!” He gasps as you suddenly bite softly against his skin, his hips jerking up. “Jesus- someone’s a little needy, huh?” He says as he laughs nervously- closing his eyes to try and concentrate on anything BUT literally cumming in his pants like he’s fifteen again. His hands moving to your lower thighs, a warning.
There’s been times when he’s came in his pants just from your kisses- once from just a wink, but he’s made you swear to never talk about it again out of embarrassment and he fears this time is another one of those times.
“I know, baby- m’sorry-” you say as you suck against his skin slightly harsher and move slightly faster against him, the little sleep shorts you have on doing nothing to block the friction your making against his joggers- “feels so good.” You admit, slowly running your tounge Dorothy the side of his neck up until you reach the bottom of his ear. “Doesn’t it?” You don’t miss the way his throat bobs nervously as he swallows, his hips shifting desperately up-
“Fuck, my love- I’m close, I’m so close-” he admits, letting out a shaky, needy, breathe when you don’t stop, his cheeks and ears flushed as he tilts his head back against the sofa, his hands gripping harder on your skin. “S’okay, baby- let it out for me.” You say, pressing one last kiss to his cheek as he suddenly wraps his arms around you to hold you closer as he cums in his pants, a low moan leaving his lips into your ear as his hips jerk- a larger wet patch surrounding the front of his joggers. He shivers slightly against you, shoving his head against the side of your neck as he pants harshly- his green hair ticking your skin. “Fuck.” You giggle softly- only sturring him on further.
“You think this is funny?” He says breathlessly, despite the small smile playing at his lips. “Right.” He stands up suddenly, pushing you over his shoulder casually as he does, making you squeal and kick your legs as you laugh, holding onto his upper back- “Izuku-!” You giggle and smile as he carries you with ease towards your bedroom. “Yeah- we’ll see who’s laughing in a minute.” His words make a sly grin appear on your face, your plan worked perfectly.
Dabi/Touya Todoroki
Your on your knees infront of his bed, hands on his bare thighs, rubbing up and down on the staples along his scarred and burnt skin, his fingers are twisting and pulling on your hair as you take his length down your throat, your tounge swirling and sucking on his tip. He has those pretty little silver staples allll over his body, his face- arms, chest, legs…but the one place most people don’t know about are the two on his dick. That’s mostly because he doesn’t go around spreading the word about them.
They’re much smaller than the others and they rest on the sides of his longer length, about three inches down from his pretty pink tip. They sometimes get caught on his pants- or a loose thread on his boxers when your trying to undress him in a hurry, but he only ever lets out a small hiss if they’re freshly placed or a small laugh if he’s been needing to switch them out. They keep the burnt skin near the middle of his cock in place.
You look up at him through your lashes as you take him down your throat easily, lips wrapped around him- your nose pushing into the lighter hairs at his base with every slow bob of your head.
At first you found it disgusting and disturbing how..purple parts of it looked- but now you love the feeling of them sliding and pushing against your walls, the way they feel against your lips when he taps his dick against them. It’s nearly seven inches, has good girth- and a pretty little tip- I mean, cmon- who wouldn’t wanna tap that after seeing it?
You moan softly, the hum vibrating along his length, making a low groan escape his mouth- “shit-” he tugs harder on your hair, the movement makes your head tilt slightly- and you let out a small grunt of pain when you feel..your tounge stuck to his dick. “Owowowow-” you say around him and open your mouth, bringing it away- only to see the side of your tounge stuck against one of his staples- the slightly wonky one on his right side.
He can’t help the surprised yet amused sound that leaves his throat, hand gripping your hair tighter as he stops your head. “Don’t. Move.” He grumbles and brings one hand down to his sensitive dick, gently using two fingers to take your tongue off the warmed piece of metal, some blood pooling from the smaller wound on your wet muscle. “Ow- asshole!” You scoff and bring your hand up to your mouth.
“It’s not like I meant it or anything.” He snarls and quickly fixes the staple, putting it swiftly back in place. “That’s the last time I give you head.” You half-joke as blood begins to pool around your tounge, leaving a coppery taste in your mouth. It doesn’t even hurt that bad- it’s like you’ve bit it rather than caught it on anything.
“Sorry.” He mumbles after a moment of looking at the blood that runs along your bottom lip, he didn’t mean to hurt you- not at all. God, he hates how easy it can be to hurt you sometimes. His fingers gently twirling your hair rather than pulling it as you stand up. Your eyes soften just a touch. Your one of the few people who get to see this side of Touya. before you lean up and kiss him, letting him taste the red liquid- he moans and pushes his tounge against your- then against your lip, sucking gently on it.
“I’m sure you can make it up to me, right?...” You say quietly, letting him know you’re not mad- or in too much pain. he grins, pulling you onto the bed on top of him, snickering as you playfully push your hands through his dark locks, shoving his head back against the bed for you to ride.
Tomura Shigaraki
You’ve been trying to get his attention with loud sighs and over-exaggerated huffs for the past twenty minutes but it’s not exactly working. He’s been on his game for nearly an hour insisting he’d only be ‘five minutes.’ Bullshit. You’ve been waiting for ages! Your laid on his bed in nothing but pretty black panties he stole for you and one of his shirts- and he still doesn’t even bother to look at you.
“Shiggyyyyy.” You whine and stand up, walking towards his gaming setup- your chin rests on the top of his gaming chair near where his head is, your hands move to the back of the arms of it. “Cmon, you say five minutes.” Your eyes scan over his computer screen, he’s playing some sort of gun game you don’t recognise- then you look to his hands, the gloves that cover his middle fingers to eliminate any chances of him destroying anything. “I didn’t come in here to stare at the wall.” You turn your head slightly to whisper it into his ear- only then does he hesitate slightly. His blue hair pushes against your cheek gently.
“I’m nearly done.” He grumbles, voice croaky and dry as he tries his best to ignore your breath against the side of his neck. “You said that half an hour ago.” You point out as you move your hands to his shoulders, slowly running them down the front of his arms, towards his elbows where they rest lazily on his knees. He sighs and pauses his game, tilting his head back sideways against his chair to look up at you. “C’mere.” He says and pats his knee.
You’re quick to move into his lap, hips straddling his- your hands on his lower chest. “Yeah?” You whisper, leaning in and pressing a soft, short, kiss to his lips- he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, unamused at your neediness. You look over his face- his lidded eyes, the flashing from his game giving him a certain glow that’s usually hidden under the dim lights of the bars lighting or his hood..“Can’t wait ten minutes, can you?” You scoff and just as your about to defend yourself you feel his thumb pressing against your lower core through your panties, slowly shifting up until it brushes against your clit. “Shit-” you swallow, heat building up quicker than you expected.
“You want some attention, brat?” He says and circles his thumb slowly, his eyes glancing down lazily. “Hm?” He hums when you don’t respond, too busy gently pushing your hips against his thumb, desperate for some sort of friction- “yes-! Yeah, yeah, I want attention-” You admit, cheeks flushing slightly. “Thought so.” He mumbles, chapped lips parting slightly as his red eyes stare dead into yours. He looks to his controller..and smirks slightly. He brings his hand away- “hey-” you shift, eyebrows pinching together in slight frustration and confusion.
“Stay still.” He says as he brings it between your legs slowly, pressing the edge of the left part of it right against your core. “Huh?” You raise an eyebrow and look down, lips parted- “Tomura? What are you doing-” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp as his thumb flicks against a button at the back- stronger vibrations suddenly shoot against your clit. “F-fuck-” your fingers curl against his black shirt- “ah- oh, god-” you swallow- “that feels good, hm?” He raises a pale eyebrow as your hips start moving more firmly against the edge his controller, eyes closed in concentration. “Y-yeah, hmph- it does, actually-” he chuckles darkly at how surprised you sound, his cock twitching in his jeans. “Well this is all your getting until you cum, sweetheart.” He watches as your chest begins to heave- your thighs twitching slightly..
His free hand pushes up your stomach under your shirt, along your sides up to your breast, fingers teasing over your nipple, the cold tips of them as they roll and gently pinch making you shiver and grunt, your eyes rolling back under your eyelids- “ngh-”
“Your close already?” He asks mockingly- though he knows it’s bullshit making fun of you, he barely lasts five minutes whenever his dicks in your mouth or buried deep in your pussy. “Hmhm!” You nod, stilling against the controller as a damp patch appears on your underwear, your breathing coming out harshly as you cum, letting out a soft moan of- “Tomura!” He grins for another moment or two before he turns it off. “Gonna let me play now?” You, in a pleasured daze, nod- and go limp as you rest against him- your chin on his shoulder. He casually unpauses his game and continues to play, a smug smirk on his face as he thinks over exactly what he’s going to do to you the second he wins- which he will, he always does.
Jin Bubaigawara
Having a teammate who not only (obviously) has a thing for you- but can also spit himself in two, is possibly the luckiest thing to happen to you all year. You watch as the two versions of Jin look you over, both of their cocks already stirring in their pants despite you doing nothing but lying on the bed..in nothing but your underwear you decided to buy especially for tonight- to suprise him. Well- them. “Jin, I want you too-”
“Yes-?!" “Yes?” They both eagerly respond at the same time, moving slightly closer to the edge of the mattress. The first Jin’s hand goes to steady himself against it, the other Jins breath hitches as he looks over your breasts pushed against the lace of the bra. You smirk. “To..stop any confusion, for tonight..your Jin.” You point at the Jin you know is your teammate- “and your Twice.” You point at the copy he was so eager to create to be able to see you like this. All it took was one little bat of your eyelids and a “please?” And he was down to create a hundred versions of himself to keep you happy.
They both nod eagerly, happy to let you be in charge. “Jin. I want you on your knees- at my front.” He’s quick to move, breath hitching slightly as he leans down on his stomach. “Waitwaitwait- that’s not fair, what if I wanna give you my dick too?” Twice frowns, moving forwards and shifting so he’s right next to you on the bed, one of his hands goes to your hip, the other to your upper thigh- or is that Jin-?
Look, your already getting confused- the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne infiltrates your nose and your not sure if you hate it or absolutely love it. “Hm- your gonna give me your dick, don’t worry about that, baby.” You whisper, lips parting as you tilt your head to kiss Jin, your tongue sliding desperately against his as Twices lips meet your neck, kissing slowly down your skin before he gets a little impatient and turns your neck via your chin to kiss you too, pushing his tounge against yours the exact same way Jin did- with eagerness he can barley contain.
They really are the same person. God it’s already so overwhelming. In the best way possible of course.
They both seem happy with the arrangement and you think that’s why they’re both suddenly so eager to get your panties and bra off. They work together to get them both off at the same time- and then just..hands. Roaming all over you, your breasts- your perked nipples, inner thighs..
“Ngh-” you gasp softly as you feel a fingertip press down against your clit, rubbing small circles. “Jin-!” Your head tilts back only to meet the shoulder of Twice, firm- hard. Just like his dick that’s currently pressing against the side of your ass- and Jin’s which is pressed right against your core through his tighter pants. You push your hand through his dirty blonde locks, making him whine-
It doesn’t take long for you to moved onto your back, Twice knelt behind your head as his dick moves deep in your throat and Jin balls deep in your pussy, you groan helplessly around his length, clamping down against Jin desperately- legs spread wide. “Jm-hin-!” You moan. “Tm-wice!” Your eyes close as you rock your hips down, trying to get more speed and friction. “Ngh~! Shit-” you feel so full- so used, it’s so good-
“Shit, princess-” one of them laughs in disbelief. “You’re good at this! Such a good girl-” “nasty little whore, aren’t you- nothing but a cockslut” “shit, taking us so well, I’m so impressed gorgeous.” Their voices echo off the thin walls of your room, your lips parting as you whine, the praising comments making you needier than usual and the degrading ones making you feel something you haven’t in awhile- fuck, your into it.
“Ah-!” You gasp as one of their hands comes to your throat. “You like this, don’t you? You like being used.” A harsher thrust into your mouth- you can only gasp, eyebrow furrowing in pleasure. “Ah- she does! She’s squeezing me so fucking hard, shit- keep doing that.” The hand at your throat tightens, making you clench harder down on Jin’s dick, your tongue shifting to make more room for Twices throbbing length. “F-fuck-” You barely known what’s going on, it’s all so much! your eyes roll back behind your eyelids, your hips shifting up and your lips pressing down- your orgasm crashes over you before you know what’s happening- a clear liquid unexpectedly squirting from around Jin’s length. “Oh- fuck- good girl!” “Fucking slut-”
Both of them groan loudly at the sight- Twice pulls our just enough to cum all over your face, your lips and cheek covered by the white liquid- Jin stays buried deep, finishing deep inside your sobbing pussy- a tear falls down the side of your face at the feeling, your mouth opening in pure pleasure- “fuck-” your hips jerk once..twice- before you go limp against the bed, head tilting back against Twices thigh, his, now softening, dick resting against your chin. “Good girl.” One of them pants, making you laugh softly in disbelief. Yeah you are- the best.
shoto’s abrupt and blunt manner of speaking still catches you off guard once in a while, and you practically spit out the drink he’d ordered for you before picking you up all over the dashboard of his nice (and most importantly, spotless) car. keeping it in, you then turn to him to catch his eyes not even off the road, and you get the sense he’s neither angry nor confessing, but there’s something else he’d like to discuss.
“um… were they used?”
“no idea. i dodged.”
you chuckle, taking another draw of your iced beverage.
“insane reflexes from our very best hero, of course.”
this does crack a smile and a glance from him.
“it did get me thinking though…” he adds, gripping the wheel gently.
“about what?”
he looks at you again, eyes pensive for a moment then quickly turning back to the road, his voice softening low.
“i want to buy you lingerie.”
your eyes flutter quickly, then your face warms.
“that’s the first thing you thought of after that happens?!”
“yeah, because if i’m going to get panties thrown at me, i’d rather they be yours.”
puppy!reader and dex. you were locked up in your cage for misbehaving :( "i can’t let you out until you’ve learnt your lesson, pup." dex coo’s softly, whines leaving you as you shake the bars of your kennel… tail wagging impatiently while you bat your eyelashes at him.. "but i need you! pleasepleaseplease! dexie…!" pillow between your legs as you hump it,, not pulling your gaze away from dex as he groans deeply before unlocking it — ending up with half your body sticking outta the cage as he pounds into you :( technically he hasn’t let you out so.. it’s fine! tail wagging as moans and whines escape your lips, biting into your pillow as he continues to abuse ur pussy… "such a needy girl— huh? mh- fuck— yeah. look at you." his hand coming down against your ass roughly as you yip quietly :( "nngh…feels s’good!" a sharper whine leaving you as he pulls on your tail to change the position.. cock diving deeper inside you,,,,
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Shane forces you get down on your knees, pressing hard on your shoulders. Your hand palms his hard dick through his pants and he just pushes them away. “Hands off” he says looking down at you while he presses your face against his bulge, holding your hair tight. And as he pulls you back, fist tight in your hair, he unbuckles his belt with one hand and slaps your face with the end of his belt. One cheek and then the other, watching you with a smile on his face how you squint your eyes with each slap. And it only fuels him, making him even more hard in his pants when he sees how red your face gets as he slaps harder. “Smile, sweetheart” he says while another slap lands on your soft skin. And before you can even open your mouth to say anything, he forces it open, shoving his cock inside, fucking your throat while patting your flushed cheek.
shane has to constantly remind you to breathe when you're sucking his thick cock.
he's pushing your head down with a heavy hand, bucking his hips up into the warmth of your mouth all while you gag and tear up. you're dizzy from the lack of oxygen, desperately clawing at his thighs for him to let you up.
"breath through y'nose, baby" he lightly slaps your hollowed out cheek. "eyes up here, cmon" he tuts. when your teary eyes meet his, he's groaning at the sight. "come on, juuust like that, there ya' go" he pushes your head back down until your nose is pressed against the hairs on his base.
when his balls tighten and he shoots his load down your throat, he's holding you there so you greedily swallow all of his release. "shit-- good fuckin' girl" he lets you pull your head up and take a deep breath, nearly coughing. he chuckles lowly at that, shaking his head and wiping drops of cum and saliva from your chin, almost tenderly. "you gotta listen to me, baby" he coos. though, it's always a bit hard to listen to him when his tip is kissing the back of your throat.
