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a noise of dissatisfaction slips from your gaped lips, eyes slamming shut once the tears heavy on your waterline begin to weigh them down, salty droplets drifting down the sides of your warmed cheeks towards your jaw.

tenya notices.

“it’s a big stretch, isn’t it?” he asks, navy eyes following the gleaming substance, leaning forward to chase it. the bed creaks once he’s pressing his lips into your cheek, kissing you as if he’s scared to hurt you, like his cock isn’t currently demolishing your gushing walls, clenching cunt stuttering. “relax for me princess, need to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

you peer up at him, once meticulously gelled hair laying wildly down his forehead, glasses forgone and folded against the mahogany bedside table. only you can see him like this; a maddening sight pressed tightly against you, large hands massaging the sides of your waist, strong biceps tensing. he’s already holding himself back.

your hands find his much larger ones, nails biting into the veins tensing beneath them, “c-can’t! ‘m too hot and you’re too big and i can’t!”

tenya knows how to bring you back down to earth, voice slowly humming against your ear, “but you can, remember?” he quickly adjusts the two of you, cock halting its protrusion as his hands find your face, holding your cheeks in his grasp almost pinching the flesh, “here, look at me—look at daddy, please.”

daddy.

it’s difficult to hold his sullen gaze, especially when he refers to himself as that, the title only reserved for heavy times like this. your brain feels gooey, just as sloppy as your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock, the blood rushing towards the tip only causing it to ache further between your thighs, prodding tip shifting around your walls.

“it’s hurting, daddy.” it flies out of your mouth in a whisper, legs shaking once he’s pressing in again, slotting another inch of his heavy cock inside. you can’t help but look down to where the two of you meet, lips stuttering once you realize he’s not even close to filling you fully. “it’s hurting and y-you’re not even halfway—”

“—shhhh, focus on how good you feel.” tenya muses, placing a broad thumb to your clit, massaging your body with precision, smiling only when your cries turn into moans.

“tenyaaa…”

“yes sweetheart? that feels okay? ’m almost inside, princess.” relief washes over his face once he feels you relax, thankfully knowing your body like the back of his hand.

rubbing the pretty button between your legs so softly you can feel every wave of pleasure trickling through you, the pain dulling into ecstasy.

mewling, shaking legs wrap around his waist, “feels a lot better, thank you tenya.”

“good girl… i’m so proud of you baby, taking daddy so well.”

he can feel himself failing apart.

you’ve never taken this much this quickly, your greedy walls so agonizingly slippery, tenya knows he could push himself all the way inside, yet realizes shouldn’t.

not when you’re staring at him like this, holding on to every word he says as if he hung the moon, irises gleaming with a softness that stiffens his already rock hard cock.

“w-wanna feel all of you, want it to hurt.” you’re babbling, head lazily shifting from side to side as on the silkened pillowcase, ankles pressing into his hips in hopes he will move.

he doesn’t.

“ahh but—but it’s not going to hurt, i’ll make sure of that.” he clears his throat, cock twitching as another thick inch disappears inside of you and sighing as you clench around him, “but if that’s what you’d like, i’d be more than happy to give my baby what she needs.”

your eyes widen, “please?”

“please, what?” he corrects, placing the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit, causing you to squirm, “when you want something, you need to ask nicely.”

“please…” you feel your cheeks heat up when you catch his gaze, lips quivering as they form the five icky letters tenya so desperately needs to hear, “… daddy?”

you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, placing a wet sloppy kiss to your drooling lips, murmuring, “of course. anything for you.”

sure, he could always just put the blame on you. young, horny and ovulating like a madwoman, it wasn’t his fault for cumming deep inside of your fertile womb, especially when you’re wrapping your legs around his hips like this. ankles pushing him so taught against your frame he can barley fuck you properly, keeping him nice and cozy wrapped around your cunt.

his hands were all over you, cracked palms rubbing down the soft ‘n supple skin on your moisturized thighs and stretching you as far into the mattress he possibly can, you’d turned the overly stoic, permanently grouchy man wild.

delirious even.

pussy walls warmly inviting him inside to overstay his welcome, he should have never agreed to fucking you raw tonight, because now that he’s felt around your bare gummy g-spot practically massaging his throbbing cock head, he knows he can’t bring himself to stop.

you can see that look on his face, the one of a man fighting with the angel and devil sat upon his heavy shoulders, furrowed brows partially covered by his leather eyepatch, crows feet sketching his face crinkling in defeat.

“d-don’t pull out,” you’re blurting out of pert lips, nails dragging down the milky flesh of his shoulder blades, reddening lines appearing in your trace, words slurring, “i’m so close, pull out ‘n you’ll ruin it for me!”

aizawa shakes his head, dark tendrils frizzing from the sheer amount of sopping heat surrounding the bedroom, words gravelly, “should’ve said something earlier. should have told you no, not tonight.”

he blinks down at you once, twice. black lashes doing little to shield him from just how pretty you’re looking smushed in the mattress, white sheets surrounding you like an innocent angel. how ironic.

“how is it that you always seem to get your way?” but that deprived devil stares him down in the shape of you, unable to rip himself from your cozy cunt, plap, plap, plaping! gushing walls expanding and carving a perfect curve to pour his seed into. he knows he’ll give you what you want, especially when your canal squeezes him into subtly obeying. “don’t know how to tell you no, seems like you’re too god damned spoiled, kid.”

“not spoiled! you’re taking c-care of me—shit! taking care of me like you s-should.” plump lips curling into a smile, chewing on it in attempts to hide yourself from gloating at the very man destroying your pussy, voice cooing, “getting soft on me now, aren’t you old man?”

turning into a panting mess beneath him, head tossing and turning once the boiling feeling of your impending orgasm rumbles beneath the surface, limbs woozy, mind jaded.

“you are a damn brat,” he’s scoffing, cheeks tinting pink at the dirty name. maybe he is older, in fact he definitely is, yet you are… “fucking spoiled. a spoiled little brat.”

“mmm whatever, you love it t-though!” now you’re giggling, fingers toying with the strands of hairs sticking to his sculpted back, pulling hard enough to make him hiss.

“yeah, yeah,” aizawa grumbles, knowing you’re the very reason he’s pulling the faint strands of silver hairs out from his hairline in the mirror, cock and heart secretly obsessing over the way you toy with him, “maybe i do.”

keeping him on his toes, you make him feel young again, a bright light in the darkness and destruction around him, all without any idea that you’re the one helping him pick up the pieces, staring at you with soaring adoration each time he thinks you’re not looking.

“fuckkk! right t-there!” you yelp, eyes rolling into the back of your skull once your climax tumbles down the twisting valley of your core to crumble at your g-spot. skittish limbs gripping him in place and shaking once his hips grind into yours, onyx thatch of hair on his pelvis smooching your sensitive clit. “please, please don’t stop!”

“wouldn’t dare,” aizawa’s sighing, pressing his lips into yours when he cums—finally inside. instantly plugging your pussy and witty mouth up with wet traces of him, tongue digging past your lips whilst his cock swabs at the tight knot of your cervix, seed drowning your walls full of him. and god does he hope it sticks.

by the look you’re giving him once he pulls away from swollen lips in an attempt to take a staggered breath? he knows you’re both thinking the same thing.