Loser's Paradise

"If it'll fit I don't mind wearing it." You say with a small shrug, eyes fluttering open to look at one of the many clocks littering the library walls.

"Of course it'll fit." He reassures, standing straight once more as he begins sorting through your things on the table.

"You don't know that. I'm a big woman-"

"And I'm a big man."

His words cut you off, a side glance from him more than enough for you to know it's not worth arguing. After he placed the stack of papers into one of your many folders, this one labeled "English", he neatly sat the folder back into your backpack.

"Sugu-" You began once again.

He swings your bag over his shoulder till it thuds against his own bag on his back and looks down at you- his violet eyes gleaming in the filtered sunlight.

"Anything I own is big enough to fit on you, sweetheart. Even if it wasn't- I'd bulk up some more just so I would still be bigger than you." He says confidently. His fingers slip below your chin, gently lifting so you'd make eye contact with him. His head tilts as he stares at your glossed lips.

"C'mon." He says softly, removing his hand from your chin and holds it out for you to take instead.

Knocking softly on the men's locker room you wait for a response from inside. After a moment Suguru opens the door with a smile and places a hand on your arm- gently guiding you in.

"They're doing some extra drills right now. Part of a punishment from the practice i had missed last week." He explains before you have time to ask where everyone is. Usually the locker room was full of his teammates- almost always half naked or sweating through their clothes.

Suguru tugged you to his locker, his basketball shorts low across his hips- happy trail on display between the sculpted v-lines. "What did they do?" You ask, tugging on the school hoodie you were wearing before sitting on the bench attached to the bottom of the lockers.

"Well, Satoru managed to convince a few of them that they could play strip pig- which pig is the game where one person makes a basket from wherever and then the others have to do the same or they get a point- well, more like a letter- and the more points they get it should spell pig-"

"i know what pig is, Sugu." You cut off softly, hand rubbing up and down his bare back.

He lets out a small chuckle a dusting of pink across his lips as he pulls his game jersey out of the locker.

"Well, they played a variation of pig- but spelled 'horse' instead- i don't know." He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "But it had to be enough letters so that you'd strip fully naked. Coach walked in and half of them were naked or in underwear, and-" He gestors his hand up, filling in without words that the punishment was the end of the story.

You watch as he laughs, violet eyes crinkling at the ends before they look down at you. Your lips tug into a smile as you stare up at him. His eyes wander down and his grin falters slightly.

Your eyebrows furrow and you slide the hand on his back to his waist, softly rubbing the sensitive skin. "What's wrong?" You ask.

"You aren't wearing it." His voice comes out slightly hoarse.

You feel your ears tug back in fluster at the comment, hand pulling away to your lap. A heat crosses your cheeks as the corners of your lips begin to tilt in embarrassment.

"I am wearing it." Letting out a shy chuckle you slowly lift your hoodie, the skin of your stomach showing before the red and black colors of his familiar jersey begin to peak from under.

His breath hitches as he stares down at the familiar colors- the ones matching the jersey in his hand.

"I didn't wanna get any weird looks so I was gonna keep it covered till the game actually star-?!" Your words are cut off as Suguru drops to his knees in front of you, one hand on the plump of your exposed stomach and the other gripping your left thigh. His lips are on your neck within a second- kissing deeply before letting out a breath as his tongue glides across the sensitive skin and a sudden- BITE! to the crook of your neck, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat.

He groans as his crotch grinds against the bench, his lips trailing up to just under your ear before sucking and nibbling on the fragile area.

Muffling a whimper you push him away, blood rushed to your face as you look down at him- oh god him. He's breathless and flushed- his violet eyes darkened into a deep indigo.

"Baby..."

He calls softly, his chest pushing against your hand as he try's to get closer. His greedy hands kneading at your side and thigh- like he's trying to grab you and bring you closer. Hi tongue darts out, licking at his lips as he stares at you.

"Sugu, get a grip!" You say through a nervous giggle- it's not that you didn't love this- heaven knows you're melting from it- "You have a game in fifteen minutes!" You remind, trying to work down the grin fighting it' way to your lips.

"Ten minutes is all i need, sweetheart~ please?" He whispers, voice cracking through enough to sound pathetic.

"I've been a good boy, let me have my reward." His voice drops- a whisper fading into a needy grovel- oh it went straight between your legs.

Letting out a soft breath you stand, hurriedly stepping away. Holding a hand over your lips, you're turned away from him now- trying to hide how much it affects you.

"We can tonight!" You reassure, the hope and edge in your voice noticeable as you try to calm down. "Then we won't be on a time limit! You can do whatever you want-! We can head back to your condo and be as loud as we want!" You begin listing off reasons to wait. "I can put on that new lingerie you got-"

A hand covers your mouth as his lips press against your ears once again. "Want you like this." He whispers- a hand on your tit gently squeezing as the other trails down to your crotch before a deep growl comes from him.

"Want you without this stupid sweatshirt." He grovels before quickly removing the clothing item- so quick it took a second before you reacted at all. Hands crossed over chest as you try to cover the exposed skin of your shoulders and arms.

"Your game will start s-" Words interrupted by his large hand wrapping around your throat- forcing your head back against his chest, forced to lock eyes from below.

"Drills will start soon- drills I can skip. I have time and even if I didn't I'd make time." He growls out, his other hand pulling you closer by your wide hips- his hard cock pressed against your back.

Your thighs press together, trying to soothe the pulsing need from your core. Scanning over his eyes you let out a soft whimper before slowly grinding back against him.

A shaky breath leaves his lips before pressing his forehead against yours. A throaty curse comes from behind before you're pushed down to your knees on the bench placed between the rows of lockers. These benches were wider- meant for sitting someone on either side... or to lay someone down and fuck.

Your head falls on the bench- cushioned by his game jersey he had somehow placed as you had fallen to your knees- back arched against him as he crawls on to the bench behind you, chest brushing against your back as he leans over you.

Cheek smooshed against the fabric of his jersey you try to look back at him before feeling a him thrust against you- bodies separated by clothing. The force of the thrust making you scoot forward slightly.

"That's my girl." Suguru grovels from behind, hands groping at the globes of your ass. His right hand gives a firm smack to the cheek- sending an unexpected squeal from your lips before you hear the crinkle of a wrapper.

Eyebrows furrowing you lift yourself to your elbows and look back over your shoulder at him. "Were you expecting to have sex before your game?" The question comes out accusingly.

He scoffs before ripping open the plastic and pulling out the condom. He slides his shorts down just enough until his cock springs free from its confines.

Suguru was a little above average with his length- standing at a proud 6.2 inches. His girth however... It's a fat cock. You can't even fit your hand around the entire thing! One night when you were drunk and had him come over you decided to try and find a comparable size to his girth and the closest thing to it in your apartment was a soda can.

And he was still bigger.

"I wasn't planning on it, but i do like being prepared." He says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

He slides the latex over his member, his torso covered in the thinnest layer of sweat causing a glimmer effect. After the condom was slid over his length he placed a hand on your hip, rubbing the flesh under his palm.

He managed to get your leggings and underwear off while you were distracted- undressing you was his special talent by now.

Letting out a small huff, you glare at him.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he leans down, his length sliding against your pussy as he does. A strained whimper escapes your lips, not wanting to let him know how much you enjoy what's happening after trying to get mad at him (jokingly of course).

"What's so wrong with a man getting turned on by his girlfriend?" He asks smugly, a hand entangling in your hair. He gives your hair a small tug, enough to expose your neck. He lets out a chuckle and nips at your neck, pressing a wet kiss against the skin before pulling back once again.

"So pretty, sweetheart." He mewls from behind, rocking his hips back and forth between your folds. " 'm such a lucky man, got a gorgeous girl-" His head snags against your entrance, causing you to gasp, "- with a beautiful big brain-" He pressed the tip into your sopping hole with a hoarse groan, "-fuck~ with the tightest pussy." His words finish off breathy and strained.

You eyes had gone unfocused, mouth falling open at the stretch of just his head.

"Fuck- mmmnghh~! Sugu~" You whine out softly, the feeling of his cock slowly pushing inside of you sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"I know, baby" He coos from behind, hands rubbing at your hips as his hips rock back and forth in small movements to ease himself further into your cunt.

Your walls flutter around him as he finally bottoms out, cunt stuffed full of his girthy cock.

You let out a breath, eyes closed as you feel him in you. It always took a second or two to get comfortable with his monster dick inside of you, the stretch painful in a pleasing way.

"How you doin', princess?" He asks softly from behind, his hips still slowly moving back and forth into your cunt.

You look back over your shoulders, eyes locking on his- though he's not looking back. In fact, his gaze was on your back, specifically the big "72"- his jersey number- and his last name jut above it.

A smirk tugs at your lips at the realization. He was admiring his claim on you.

"If you don't start fucking me soon, your game will start and you'll be out of sex-" Your words are cut off as you feel his cock withdraw from your heat, the absence of his thickness making you falter before-

SLAM!

His length pounded right back inside you, forcing out an unfiltered moan. Your hair tangles around his fingers as he forces your head back once again.

A nasty growl leaves his throat as he pistons his hips back and forth- in and out of your pussy over, and over, and over, and over, and over-

"Fucking challenging me- nngh- should've made you fucking beg for me to fuck you, god damn brat." He growls out, his hand on your hip tightening as he slams his length fully into you once again- keeping it fully sheathed inside of you before beginning to grind side to side.

He was forcing his cock into every nook and cranny of your spasming walls, making sure you could feel his fat member everywhere.

You couldn't form any words, just small babbles as the stinging from your head, the ache in your neck, the fullness of your pussy meddled with your mind.

"Su- mmmmmh~! Please- need-" Your words went on, never really forming a sentence as you feels his balls lightly brushing near your clit- just enough friction for you to clench down around him.

"Need what, baby?" He coos from behind, mocking you as he grinds his penis just slightly deeper (as deep as he's allowed) into you.

A throaty groan escapes you, eyes rolling back as you grind against him in return.

"S-Sugu, ne-need you." A greedy smile plasters across his lips as he pulls out almost all the way before sloooooowly sinking back in.

"N-n-n-need w-w-w-what?" He mocks, as he repeats his motion of pulling out and slowly sinking all the way back in again.

"Cum." You finally get the word out before leaning as far forward as he'd allow you with his hand still entangled in your hair. You begin rocking yourself back and forth, fucking yourself on his girth as he lets out a groan.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll let you cum soo-"

"Want your cum."

You cut him off, speeding up the rock of your hips, forcing his member deeper with every shallow backwards thrust. Your mouth slacked open once again in pleasure.

As soon as you found your pace Suguru practically ripped away from you, causing you to let out a needy whine. You look back only to see a flash of a pale yellow object fly past you. You follow the small object with your eyes. It landed on the bench just a little in front of you.

It was the condom.

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare down at it, head tilting before you feel him.

His bare cock pressed against your lips.

A hand is placed on the back of your head before your cheek is once again smooshed against his game jersey.

"Sugu?"

You call back, feeling yourself clench around nothing in anticipation.

"I'm gonna stuff you full of my cum."

The words were said so confidently, like it was the final decision before-

SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

He was feeding his dick into your pussy, slowly- savoring the moment of finally feeling you raw for the first time.

"Fuck." He muttered from behind, voice breathy and slightly higher pitched than normal. "Oh fuck" He whines out.

You couldn't even respond- you couldn't even comprehend. The feel of his raw girth was so much different than with a condom. Your walls clung tighter to him now, his dick no longer shielded by latex made you feel him now. All of him.

You couldn't finish your thoughts, forced blank as he bullied his cock into you. One hand at the nape of your neck while the other had a bruising grip on your left hip.

A harsh moan leaves your throat as he pummels inside of you. You hear him growl from behind, his hand tightening around your neck. You feel him lift his leg and plant it on the bench next to your head, and then you feel it.

It was a new angle. A deeper angle.

Drool began to slip past your lips and slide down to the jersey below you as Suguru thrusted back and forth into your spasming pussy. You could no longer form words- barely even two syllables either, the only noises coming from you are broken moans and the clap of your skin.

With each POUND from Suguru's hips and cock you could feel the knot in your stomach get tighter, the world around you fade, the tingle in your clit as his testicles continue to clap against them- you were going to cum.

"Fuck- Fuck- Fuck" Suguru kept repeating from behind as he pounded into you, his hair messy and damp now.

"Gonna fill you with my cum, sweetheart." He grovels out, leaning forward as he places his other hand on top of your head, fingers entangling in your hair.

The new angle he made by leaning down forced the head of his cock to hit against your g-spot with every thrust, forcing throaty moans out of you.

You could feel your walls flutter, could feel the near snapping knot within you as he continued, the final push was when he began to unconsciously tug at your hair. You jaw dropped in a silent scream, eyes hazed and unfocused as your cunt clenched and spasmed around his dick.

He couldn't help the whimpered groan he let out, hips faltering at your tightness- forcing his sensitive cock to finally release spurts of cum within you as he moans.

The two of you remained still for a few moments before he slowly began to pull his half hard penis out of your still sensitive cunt. He winces at the small whimper you let out as he finally removed his member.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. He rests his palm on your head and begins to slowly pet you as he gathers the clothes thrown along the floor. He looks down at you, your mouth still hanging open, drool slipping down your cheek on to his jersey, eyes unfocused, and your skin glowing.

"You ok?" He asks with a small smile, gently wiping the drool from your mouth with his thumb.

You give a small nod, finally working up the energy to let your eyes drift to his. His smile widens before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Let's get you dressed then, pretty girl." He whispers.

It was now the second quarter of Suguru's game, the clock stopped on account of the other team calling a time out. You sat in the first row of the bleachers behind Suguru's team, a smile gracing your lips as you watch him interact with his team.

His eyes drift over to you, a boyish grin plastering his lips . His hair was pulled down into a low now messy bun with his bangs hanging out like usual. He gives a wave before focusing back in on the coach, the grin not leaving his face once.

He loved seeing his girlfriend sitting front row with his jersey, his hickeys, and full of his cum.

Finishing this up at 4:02am on a Tuesday morning with work at 8</3

Hoping to push out a Headcannon list soon and after that "Healing Via Sex" Aizawa x Reader part 2. Though i have been day dreaming of a few sex scenes with Gojo

Reading time up at the top is estimated, lmk if you guys like that being included with my headers

Hope you all enjoyed!!! Let me know what you thought, any feedback, or suggestions!

Little did he know, you were still staring at the photo he had sent. Why are his tits so big and perky? Your mouth beginning to water slightly as you stared. Fuck, I wanna bite them so bad. Heat began to pool in your aching abdomen, your already wet folds leaking with blood and arousal. You quickly took off your sweatpants, taking off the heating pad, and running to to the bathroom for a few more pain killers to prepare for when Satoru comes home.

bf!satoru who came home with pretty pink and white tulips, a bag full of groceries for the week (He offered to make dinner tonight previously- plus his first years would be over for dinner tomorrow night after you heard how good Yuji was at cooking and invited him to join you and cook together... and you missed little Megumi- and really wanted to meet Nobara after hearing Satoru had another female student), and another bag full of your favorite snacks (He is soooo trying to apologize for whatever he might've done to upset you.)

bf!satoru who didn't stand a chance even have a second to prepare before you slammed his back against the front door, pressing your lips harshly against his as your hands roamed all over his body. Moaning against his lips as you drag his waist closer to you.

bf!satoru who was panting when you pulled away, a flush of red on his cheeks as he stared down at you behind his blindfold- that sat their for two seconds before you ripped it off to look into his half lidded eyes. You kept your gaze locked on his as you sunk to your knees, quickly undoing his pants and lowering his boxers enough until his semi-hard cock sprung free.

bf!satoru who couldn't hold back a gutted moan or keep his head straight up as you kissed his tip before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sunk your head all the way down to the base of his shaft. Bobbing your head up and down as he continued to grow in your mouth.

bf!satoru who dropped the grocery bags and almost dropping your flowers before tightening his grip on them (he didn't want to ruin them). He used his free hand to pull hair from your face, moaning once again as he watched you take his cock in and out of your mouth.

bf!satoru who takes pride in his stamina. Being the strongest of the jujutsu world and in the confines of your home who am I kidding, it's anywhere with a sliver of privacy as the two of you make love. Except he didn't last long this time, cumming down your throat after maybe a minute and a half.

Pulling off bf!satoru's cock with a small pop and opening your mouth to show that you swallowed all his semen like a good girl <3 before standing once again, holding on to his slowly softening dick and leading him to the living room.

Throwing bf!satoru on the couch before pulling his pants completely off and forcibly taking his shirt off the fabric catching on his chin slightly but he's still too dazed from the sudden bj to even wince at it. Growling- growling- before straddling his lap, making sure to grind against his hardening cock so it rubs against your aching clit through the fabric of your underwear and the pad you were wearing.

bf!satoru who yelps when your teeth dig into the flesh of his left pec, skin vibrating as you moan against the fat of his chest. Making sure to leave a mark before moving to the other side and leaving another bite mark on his bulky chest.

bf!satoru who twitches against your clothed pussy as you growl "Mine." while starting to bite and suck on his neck. His hands trembling against the fat of your thighs, barely covering half of it with his enormous fingers as he whimpers underneath you. Slowly his hand slides up your leg, pulling at your panties and letting them go to slap against your skin.

bf!satoru who can't help but think I'll just buy a new pair as he rips off your panties, throwing them off to the side of the room completely ignoring the pad that could get blood on the floor. Slipping his cock though your entrance with a whimper as he feels how het you are.

bf!satoru who learns he likes loves period sex... Loves how wet and warm your insides are as you bounce up and down his cock, growling down at him like he's just a piece of meat for you to devour. Loves how rough you're being with him- taking exactly what you want. Loves how your tits managed to get bigger- firmer- as his right hand gropes your left breast while the other bounces with the rest of your body.

bf!satoru who moans and whines against your lips as you force him into another searing kiss. Gasping as you slam your hips down and start grinding your g-spot against the head of his sensitive cock, watching you as your head falls back with a guttural moan from the pleasure against the bundle of nerves within your walls.

Cumming around your boyfriend's dick as he spurts long threads of semen into you. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you continue grinding against him, the white red tinted pubic hairs tickling your clit as you move.

bf!satoru who grips your love handles as he pants your name out, his head falling as he presses kisses on to your wrist. A shuddered whine escapes him as he lift his head to meet eyes with you, your hungry stare sending a twitch to his slowly softening cock. Watching as your pupils dilate back and forth before a growl leaves your throat once again as you swiftly stand, firmly grabbing his bulky bicep and lead him to the kitchen.

Bending over and pressing your breasts against the cool marble of the kitchen island as you present your pussy to him. bf!satoru watching the mixture of fluids leaking from your hole as you wiggle your hips side to side, trying to entice him into round two already.

An audible gulp leaving bf!satoru's throat as he finally steps forward, placing a hand on your ass as he softly squeezes the fat. "Put it in, Satoru." You grumble back to the white haired man as he lifts his eyes to meet your glare.

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bf!satoru who open his phone hours later completely drained of semen after multiple rounds with his beautiful angel to see a text from Suguru saying, "She forget to hit send like I said?"

bf!satoru who types a quick response before setting his phone down once again as he wraps his arms around you once more. A hand softly scratching at your scalp while the other rubs soothing circles on your back as you lay on his chest, sleeping peacefully,

"HOLY GUACOMOLY SUGURU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get ready to go suit shopping with me, because i am sooooooooooooooo marrying her"

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Currently 1:36 on Jan 2nd, im so tired and have work tomorrow </3

lmk if you guys like this writing style, because I personally love reading them, but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. Kinktober prompts slowly coming out, next up is breeding kink with Nanami (My bsf's fav)

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Erasure Head was groaning as he sat with his back pressed against one of the walls of the abandoned building the two of you were taking refuge in. Sitting in one of the narrow and windowless hallways of the building. Soft pants leaving his lips as he pressed his hand against his abdomen where he had earlier been stabbed by a villain while saving you. "Fuck." He hisses out, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to apply pressure to his wound.

You wince slightly, guilt eating at your stomach for being reckless and getting in the way. You should've been paying attention, you should've noticed the stray villain firing at passing civilians, and out of all the other normal pass byers- you were the only one that hadn't noticed or tried dodging when the spikes flew at you.

So here you were, in an abandoned building with the injured pro hero as he groans in pain. "Sorry." You muttered quietly, eyeing his hand covering his would. By now the area was evacuated and the villain was still roaming around. Heroes were stretched thin lately, so Erasure Head's call for back up could take a while. The two of you were sitting ducks now.

"It's fine." He grunts out, a breathe forcing a tuff of hair away from his face. "You wouldn't happen to have a healing quirk, would you?" He asks, not really expecting a confirming answer from you, just figuring that it'd be worth asking.

You really couldn't help but to look away as heat spread across your cheeks. "Technically, I do." You muttered quietly, embarrassed to talk about your quirk. It wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was embarrassing really. Most times you just told people you were quirkless just to avoid explaining how your quirk worked.

He lets out another soft grunt, finally opening an eye to look at you. "And you just plan on sitting there?" He asks in a gruff voice, causing you to squirm and look even further away. "it's not that simple." You mutter, crossing your arms over your chest to provide a sense of comfort for the awkward conversation you're about to have with a pro hero. "Not simple? I'm bleeding out, there's a deranged villain running around ready to kill, no confirmation of any incoming help, you have a healing quirk but it's apparently 'not simple'?" He says, a slight edge in his tone. You could tell he was frustrated by the current events and your unwillingness to help using your quirk, and it honestly made your skin crawl a little with guilt.

"It's not simple as in..." You have to pause for a moment, eyes searching around the walls as you think of the right way to explain. "A little wave of hand, or a mantra, or I don't know- the point is, it's an unorthodox way of healing." You finally got your words out, managing to look back at the black haired man again. He stared at you with narrowed eyes, like he didn't like your explanation. Something about the way he was looking at you made you mad, like he was challenging you, like it wasn't as bad as you made it out to be. With a glare of your own you open your mouth again. "I can't heal you without you being in my pussy." You say bluntly.

He pauses, and honestly you feel a little proud at the look of shock across his face, even though it's not extremely noticeable. He clears his throat, letting out a soft sigh before speaking, "What do you mean?" He asks, his voice still gruff but with a hint of softness showcasing he's not as upset as before. "I can't heal you without you being..." It was suddenly embarrassing to talk about again- your earlier want to catch him off guard fading away. "Inside of me." You finish off, looking away in embarrassment again.

He lets out another sigh, grunting as he scoots closer to you. He had moved maybe a few inches closer, his sprawled out feet almost able to touch your crossed legs as you continued sitting across from him. "Explain it a little more. Does it have to be genitalia, fingers, any part of the body? Is there a limit to how much you can heal someone? Are they're any side effects on the-"

"I can heal someone as deep as they go. The deeper they are, the more discharge they're touching, but it also depends how long they're in." You decide to cut him off, listing off what you knew about your quirk. You hadn't gone through any training for it so it was still a mystery to you for the most part. All you really knew was that your discharge was the source of healing and it was only if it was from within your vaginal walls. "It can really be anything that can reach deep enough to penetrate. I-..." You pause, a heavy blush crossing your cheeks as you look up at the ceiling in embarrassment. "I don't know if there is a limit to what I can heal, but one of my ex-boyfriends had gotten cancer after we broke up the first time. We got back together after a while, and apparently the tumor had completely dissipated. That's as much as I know about a limit." You mutter. "And I'm not aware of any side effects." You finish off answering his voiced questions.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you now, neither of you really knowing what to say. He lifts his free hand to the back of his head, wincing in pain from the stab as he rubs the back of his neck. "I know this is an uncomfortable thing to be asked, but would you... consider letting me put something in you?" Your eyes shot back to him.

His pale skin was flushed a light pink, his black eyes looking at the floor. You had always considered the pro hero to be beautiful, before now even. His long hair, off putting persona, tired eyes, scruffy beard, and dark clothing had always allured you.

"If... If you feel it's necessary to save us... sure." You say, voice small and unsure. You weren't completely unsure of your words, you'd be fine having sex with a man as handsome and reserved as him, but you were unsure of whether he was ok with the idea of it.

He lets out a sigh, nodding his head. "Better safe than sorry." He grunts out. He pulls his hand from his would, revealing wet fabric around the area and blood on his hand. "Deeper heals faster, right?" He asks, trailing his black eyes up to meet your gaze as he covered the wound once again.

You hum and nod, tearing your eyes away as you scratch the back of your neck from nervousness. "The more contact one has with my 'fluids' the faster and more they heal, yes." You clarify before hearing a quick 'zip' coming from across of you. Your eyes widened and snapped back over to the pro hero. He was slowly stroking his soft cock- even without being erect he was decent sizes, maybe four inches? You could clearly see the straight trimmed black hair at the base, his tip a soft salmon color with a little bead of precum forming at the opening. Your jaw dropped, mouth falling agape at the sight of him.

"You don't have any STD's or anything of the sort, do you?" He asks, staring into your eyes as he shamelessly fists his cock in front of you. You close your mouth, glancing back and forth between the leaking head and his eyes. "N-no." You confirm in a slightly strained voice. He nods, letting his head fall back again as he lets out a breath. "Are you ok with-" He lets out a small grunt, one that sends a heat to your core. Your eyes focused in completely on him, watching as his member grows with each stroke of his hand. "Ok with this?" He finally asks, opening his eyes once again as they zone in on your face. "Yes, perfectly fine with it." You say, almost too eagerly as you continue watching him. He lets out a hum, biting into his lip as he closes one eye from pleasure.

He lets out a breath and his hand stops it's up and down movements along his length. He wipes the precum away with his thumb, flicking away excess liquid. His eyes flick up to yours, scanning over your features as he contemplates how exactly to go about the situation. Realistically seeing as he was the only Hero around it was better to try and heal than sit like a pair of waiting ducks. On the other hand, he was asking a civilian to fuck him. Shota Aizawa was many things, but a womanizer was never one. He felt guilty asking you for this, so much so he'd be sure to send you a gift afterwards to make up for it. He lets out another sigh, patting his thigh. "Alright, come on." He grunts out, his voice slightly raspier than before.

You eagerly crawl towards him, pulling down the waistband of your pants as much as you can while getting closer. You struggled slightly to get them past your knees, but as soon as that obstacle was crossed your pants were thrown off to the side. You grasp his shoulder, noting just how broad and strong they were, he was strong. An involuntary sigh left your lips as you straddled his muscular thighs, lifted just enough so you weren't sitting on him.

"Do you need me to do anything?" He asks, placing his hands on the fat of your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down in a soothing notion. He looked amazing from this angle. Long black hair sprawled across his broad shoulders, black eyes staring up at you, mouth agape with soft breaths falling- each breath causing his shirt covered chest to raise and lightly brush against your own- and a light layer of sweat covering his features. Even fully dressed he looked like some type of god. You'd been so focused on how gorgeous he looked underneath you like this that you hadn't noticed his right hand trailing from your hip to your crotch, not until the cold pad of his thump was pressed against your clothed clit.

Your eyes widened and your grip on his shoulders tightened, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform. "Oh~! Hahhh-" You whimpered, your head falling forward from the feeling. You weren't expecting him to try and please you- even if it was just some pressure against the sensitive bud. "Th-that's not necessary!" You huff out in a whiny voice. You didn't want him to stop despite your words, and considering he wasn't removing his thumb he didn't plan on taking it away.

"The wetter you are, the quicker I heal." His voice came out gruff, the sound of it so close to your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. His thumb started rubbing slow and small circles against the clothed bud, causing you to lean into his chest, head resting near the crook of his neck. "That's it, just relax." He whispers into your ear, his middle finger pressing against your entrance from the other side of your underwear. You knew he'd be able to feel how wet you already were, the thought was so incredibly embarrassing- barely knowing the man beneath you and you were already forming a wet spot on your panties, but it was also incredibly arousing- the fact he didn't mind. In fact it almost seemed like he wanted more. "Good girl~" He praises into your ear, his voice just above a whisper- the vibration causing you to squirm slightly. He let his thumb continue to rub little circles on your clit, every once in a while flicking stripes across it. His middle finger kept prodding at the clothed entrance, pressing in lightly and gathering more of your slick.

He gently pulls the fabric to the side, his fingers wrapping around the thin material as he adjusts it to stay out of his way. His hand then wraps around his cock once again. By now his length had nearly doubled, hardened to a lengthy seven- maybe even eight- inches. He pumps his member a few times before rubbing the warm tip along your slit. His head was brushing against your clit, the warm skin of his dick eliciting a soft moan from you. "You feel ok?" He whispers the question into your ear, his mouth right against your hair as he breathes heavily. You let out a soft whine and nod, encouraging him to keep going. He presses a soft kiss against your hair, moving his cock back and forth along your folds, his head catching at your entrance every few seconds. "Good girl." His voice a soft and raspy whisper. "Think you're ready for me?" His tone was soft now, not wanting to push you to say yes if you were doubting this. You eagerly nod, letting out a soft moaned "Yes."

He kept one hand on the base of his cock, keeping it in place as he uses the hand on your hip to gently guide you down. You can feel his hot tip pressing through the first ring of your gummy walls, he already feels thicker than he looks.

He was fighting so hard not to let his hips stutter upwards into you- your pussy was just so warm and inviting for him. He couldn't tell if it was a part of your quirk, but you were so fucking wet. It was so easy to push into you from below, to fill your tight hole, to just cum in one delicious pump of your pussy- but he was a man of class. A patient man that didn't let his needs get too far ahead of him, so he kept his hips still. "That's it, doing so good for me." He mutters with closed eyes. His hand tightening on your hip as he pulls you further down his length. He lets out a breath, head leaning back to hit the wall as his eyes open in ecstasy, pupils blown wide at the feeling of you swallowing him whole with your pussy. "Just like that, slow and easy, baby." He mutters, the pet name slipping out without much thought.

One long and heavy breath escapes your lips as you sink down on his length, the girth stretching your walls deliciously with every inch down. A hummed moan erupts from your throat, finally bottoming out on his length. Your mouth fell open at the stretch, your body slumping forward against his own, your chest pushing against his- causing the fat of your breast to flatten slightly, and arms wrapping around his neck.

His hands moved from your hips now encasing your back. One arm had wrapped around your waist, hand pressing into the fat of your side, while the other arm pulled you closer flush against his chest from your upper back. He could feel your walls clench around him, forcing a hiss to leave his slightly swollen lips- red and puffy from him biting them. Aizawa didn't have sex much, rarely even, but this felt amazing. He lets out a soft groan, letting his hands sink into your skin from pleasure. "Quit squeezing like that." He says with a gravely hissed voice.

"'m sorry, I can't- can't help it-! 'ts so big." You babble against his neck. He was filling you completely, his head pressing against your cervix in a painfully good way- and each flutter of your core made every detail of his member more vivid, each flutter making his member press in every sweet nerve you had in your vagina, each flutter causing a beautiful groan escape his throat- like an orchestra working their souls into the sweet noise for you to hear. You shake your head, nuzzling it into the crook of his neck as you try to calm down. "Fuck~!" You moan right under his ear, causing him to tense under you. "'m sorry, Mr. Erasure, 'm so sorry." You keep babbling. It would be embarrassing, but mentally you can't find the energy to worry about it. Not when you're stuffed so full and ready to just cream and cum around him after one pump.

His mind short circuited at your words. A low groan leaving his throat with a light growl at the end. You kept squeezing his girth, letting out little whines here and there, clinging to him like an animal to it's owner, and god the way you talked. It was almost enough for him to throw professionality out the window and just fuck you into the cock hungry slut you were already acting like. "Shota." He grunted out, his hot breath fanning against your slightly exposed shoulder. "Call me Shota." I mutters. He'd be damned if you used that pretty voice to call out his hero name instead of his name. He let out another groan, his head lifting from the wall to rest his cheek against one of your arms wrapped around his neck. He was trying to figure out if you felt this good inside because of your healing quirk, or if this was just you. Either way, he didn't care. It didn't matter really, this was just so he could heal back up and go back to fighting and eventually save you and whatever other civilians might have gotten trapped around here. At least- this is what he was thinking to remind himself of why he was inside you to begin with.

"Shota~!" You moaned out breathlessly.

Fuck.

How the hell was he supposed to worry about healing his would when you purred his name like that? And the way your pussy clenched around him- squeezed around him? You let out a soft whine, scooting closer on your knees to get to his upper body, wanting to fit against him for warmth and pleasure. You didn't even process the fact it would cause you to grind down on him. causing a satisfying push against your cervix from his cock. A whorish moan left your parted lips, eyes rolling back as you couldn't help you greedy walls from actively trying to milk him. He was pressed against your cervix, the clenching of your vaginal walls making every sensitive nerve in you flutter against his length.

A tightly strained growl came from his throat, sending another shiver down to your core. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your jittery nerves, eyes squeezing shut as you cling to the Pro Hero. "I'm sorry, i just-... It's sensitive. I'll try to k-keep still." You stammer over your words, pleasure filling your mind. Truth be told, you hadn't had sex in months, almost a year, and having such a big and girthy cock fill you was heavenly. You inhaled deeply, taking in his musky scent. He smelled amazing- almost doing the opposite of the calming affect you were trying to reach by taking deep breaths. You slowly released the breath of air, your body relaxing against him. Your walls no longer clung so entirely tightly to his member, relaxing a bit as you inhale once more. "Good girl." He mutters into your ear- not helping your attempts to calm down.

He was thankful you stopped squeezing and squirming, no longer having to struggle completely to hold himself back from fucking you like a jack rabbit. He swallowed thickly, letting his head rest back once again as he rubbed soothing little circles on your side and back. Your hands had started softly playing with his dark lochs, one hand twirling the ends of his strands and the other gently scratching at his scalp. The two of you had relaxed and molded into each others soothing touches.

Minutes had passed now, and Shota could tell his wound was healing quickly already. The ache in his abdomen had gone from agonizing to just a dull pain. You clear your throat, slowly pulling back to look him in the eyes. "You doin' any better?" You ask quietly, gaze flickering over his face. He gives a slow nod, swallowing deeply before speaking. "It's a powerful healing quirk... too bad it's unconventional." His gruff voice tickles your ears, even at the distance you're at. You let out a small laugh, nodding along to his words. "My friends and I joke I'd be the perfect Hero wife." He lets out a small chuckle, his lips lifting into a soft smile. "It'd be a nice treat to come home to after a hard day." He says in return, continuing to softly rub your skin.

There was a sudden rumbling in the ground before a loud boom came from outside the building. Your eyes widened and a hand instinctively grabbed on to Shota's shoulder, fear etching your face. The floor beneath the two of you shook violently, vibrating as the villain throws another rampage outside while screaming for someone to 'try and stop him'. The tremors within the building forced you to clam around Shota's member in fear while his arms wrapped tightly around you in a protective way. He lets out a small grunt, thrusting his hips upward and deeper into your heated core. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open in pleasure as he presses against your cervix again. "F-fuck." You mutter, grinding your hips back and forth against his, forcing friction between your bodies as you clit rubs against the tuff of pubic hair at the base of his cock. He groans next to your ear, eyes shut as his head pushes his forehead against your shoulder.

"Feels so good~! I-I-I'm sorry~ I-" Your words die un your throat for a moment, "please fuck me, please. I- I need to cum, you're so p-perfect." Your words tumble out from your lips, like an avalanche of whines. You were getting needy. The stretch of your walls around his girth, the warmth you could feel between both sets of clothes, his voice- pushing you to beg and plead with the man.

He let's out another grunt before giving one small nod, the movement barely registering in your mind before his feet were firmly planted on the ground and his hips wildly thrusted up into yours. The sheer force of his cock pistoning in and out of your dripping hole causes you to gasp in a breath of air before releasing choppy moans, separated in time with his thrusting. His arms held you tightly against his chest, keeping your body steady and in place so you couldn't move away and ruin the quick and heavy rhythm he'd began. A growl escaped the back of his throat as his teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back as a delirious smile crossed your lips, a fucked out expression on your features. You haven't been fucked in ages- and you've never been fucked this good.

He rolled the two of you over, his body raised over yours. In the new missionary potions he could watch each delicious bounce of your tits as his thrusts reached deeper into your quivering pussy. Your arms raised upwards, hands tugging his head down. His focus was completely on your perked nipples. The push on the back of his head only encouraging him to lean down and take one of the perked buds into his mouth. A low moan buzzed around your nipple as he began sucking and licking at the sensitive nub.

Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. The double stimulation of his cock rampaging into you like you're toy purely there for his pleasure and his mouth clinging to your breast like a man starved. Your back arches upwards into him, the new angle allowing his length to kiss your cervix with each pounding thrust of his hips.

He lifts his eyes from your collarbone to gaze up at your fucked out expression. Eyes rolled back, lips parted as your tongue rests against your bottom lip, flushed cheeks, and messy hair. Maybe the pleasure of feeling how snug your pussy was around his touch starved cock made him begin to think of making you his- or maybe he genuinely wanted to have you. He didn't know, but it was all he could think about while staring at your prettily slumped face. He could keep you around, keep this magical pussy all to himself- maybe even fall in love with you and not just the vaginal walls that clamped around him.

Your body bounced, pushing up and down on the floor as he continued snapping his hips against yours to piston his girthy dick in and out. You felt so full with every drag in to kiss your cervix- so full that even when he would pull as far out as possible without slipping out of your greedy folds, you could still feel the impressions his girth left inside of you.

"C-cum in~~~" a huff leaves your lips as you take a shallow breath, "inside, Sh-Sho-" Your words are cut off as his tip drags along your g-spot before kissing the end of your vaginal canal once again, the motion repeating several times. A gutted moan escapes your throat as your walls squeeze him- putting a stutter in his thrusts as the pressure. You were cumming. You hadn't even realized till you felt an excessive wetness against your front as his body slit against your own.

He lets out a whimpered laugh, his body forcing himself to push deeper- deep enough that his seed would release closest to the depths of your pussy, closest to where his semen would meet an egg to fertilize- not that it would. You were on birth control.

Warmth fills your fluttering walls, pussy painted white from the inside by his thick and gooey cum.

"Fuck... Did so good f'me, pretty girl." He groans out as he rests his head into your shoulder. Your body was sore. The intensity of how rough he was on your poor kitty, bruises along your breasts, and the slight pain in the back of your head from rubbing against the floor so much. It was worth it.

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A week had passed by now. Your encounter with the pro hero was short lasting, much to your dismay.

After he had been fully healed thanks to your quirk he easily took down the low life criminal, now locked behind prison bars once again. You remember how pretty he looked coming back to you to get you back to the safety of your home- insisting it was the least he could do.

You had expected a visit considering he knew where you lived, but alas, nothing.

Nothing until you were of your way home from work today. Walking out the elevator to wander down the hall towards your apartment. You rounded the fluorescently lit corner and let out a small sigh, eyes closed with exhaust. You had managed about six steps before opening your heavy lids once again.

There he was.

Messy hair pulled back into a high bun with a few strands left out to frame his angled face, baggy black sweatpants and sweatshirt, and a beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hand.

You froze in your tracks, staring at him blankly. A heat spread across your cheeks and your mouth fell open to speak- say something even if you were at a loss of words. "Shota?" You sputtered out.

A soft smile graced his lips and his eyes lightly crinkled at the sides. "Pretty girl." He greets back. Your lips stretch into a smile of your own, overridden with joy of seeing the man you thought of all week. You walk closer, readjusting the keys in your hand to unlock the door. "What're you doin' here?" You found yourself asking as you stand before him.

He lifts the flowers towards you, using his other hand to brush away a few of his stray hairs out of his face.

"Came to ask if my pretty savior would like to go on a date with me this Saturday."

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Holy moly

Kenma was letting out small grunts and breaths of pleasure as you continued licking at the tip of his swollen cock. Huffs of air escaping him every time your lips would wrap around his head and give a soft 'suck'. His thighs were squeezing against your chest as you sat under his desk and in between his legs. You pull away from his angry pink cock with a small 'pop' and grin as you look up at him from your spot under his desk. You lazily stroked him as you stared at his pretty face. His yellow eyes darted across the screen of his monitor, mostly black hair pulled into a low bun under his black headphones, and tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. He had some fly aways sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead, adding to his beauty.

"They're on me! Kuroo, they're on me- Help!" He yelled into his mic. Usually he was a lot more calm when gaming because he always did so well, but with how much his sexual frustration was building along with the frustration of dying over and over, he was getting antsy. You grinned and started kitten licking his leaking cock, trying to get him to calm down a little bit as you tasted his salty precum on your tongue. "Damnit!" He yells, bucking into your mouth, causing a small gag in the back of your throat.

"Mute for a minute" He growled into the mic before clicking a few times with his mouse. As you tried pulling back from his member, his hands were in your hair, pushing your head up and down his throbbing and needy dick. Your eyes widened as he pushed in and out from your lips, saliva pooling in your mouth as he fucked into your throat. "Such a fucking tease." He growled as his hips started to thrust in time with your forcibly bobbing head.

His breathing was ragged and he was staring down at you as you took in every delicious inch of his lengthy cock. His dick was hitting the back of your throat as he thrusted into your mouth, his eyes narrowing from the pleasure. "That's it, take it. That's it, right there, baby~ Mmmph~" He groans out in pleasure, his head rolling back as his mouth falls open.

You stared up at him, eyes locked on his pleasure ridden face, knowing he'd be close to cumming soon. You hallowed your cheeks around him, adding more pressure to his member as he fucks himself into your throat. "Ahh~ Fuck-! Good girl, just l-like that!" His voice was breathier and his hips were desperately thrusting up into your mouth. He looked back down at you, watching as you eagerly sucked in every inch he was giving you.

His head rolled back once again as a whimpered moan drew from the back of his throat, hot thick ropes of his cum coating the back of your mouth and throat. Your eyes shut as you swallowed through every drop, gagging slightly as he stayed pushed inside you. He pulled back out of your mouth, his hands gently petting over your hair as you cough and wipe at your mouth.

"good girl." He whispers as his other hand caresses your cheek. He was staring into your eyes, watching as you slowly opened one eye to look at him. The sweet and salty taste of his semen still on your tastebuds. You open your mouth, tongue rolling out to show you swallowed all of what he gave you. His eyes lingered on your open mouth before he abruptly stood, pulling you by the hand up with him.

He shoved you down on the bed before opening the second drawer of the nightstand. You immediately felt more heat build between your legs, that drawer being where you and Kenma kept your different sex toys.

"Kenny?" You called sweetly, shifting to lay back against your elbows watching his every move. He turns to face you, his cheeks still flushed slightly pink as he locks eyes with you. "Hmm?" He hums out.

"What are you doing, baby?" You asked sweetly, already knowing a few possibilities of what was about to happen.

He stands straight once again and walks towards your laid down figure on the bed. "Hands." He says firmly. A grin tugs on your lips as you playfully hold your hands out together for him. He lifts his hand to reveal the black furry handcuffs he had gotten towards the start of your now two year relationship. He quickly secures them around your wrists, his eyes locked into yours. He places his hand under your chin, gently lifting it as his eyes trail over your face.

"Such a good girl for me. So perfect and pretty." He begins speaking, his voice soft and tired as his eyes connect with yours once again. "My pretty girl." He whispers as he leans down and begins placing soft kisses along your neck. His lips were soft against your skin, little clicky sounds coming after every kiss as he moved to a new spot. His tongue lightly trailed up from the base of your neck to the shell of your ear, pulling a soft whimper from your mouth.

You suddenly felt a cool and smooth object pressed against your panty covered vagina, the object pressed against your clit before it started to rapidly vibrate. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open as a loud moan pushed past your lips. Your body was tense as the vibrations sent pleasure jolting through you.

"That's it, good girl. Taking it so well." Kenma coos into your ear, gently kissing your earlobe. He pressed the object against you harder, causing another moan to drag past your lips. You were pawing at Kenma's back, pulling him closer as he brought you closer to release. "C'mon baby, let it out for me." He groveled in your ear, gently nipping at the skin of your neck.

You mewled and arched your back into him, eyes closing as your release was starting to rush through you. Kenma suddenly pulled back, stepping away from you completely with a small grin. The vibrator still going in his hand until he pressed the off button on the remote.

You let out a whine, back arching as your orgasm was ruined. You were breathing heavily and letting out small whimpers as you locked eyes with Kenma once again.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked in a mocking tone, his head tilted slightly to the side. "You not finish?" He asked in the same tone looking down at you. He stepped forward again, gently stroking your bare thigh to help you come down from the ruined orgasm. "Such a teasing little thing. Wearing that big sweater I love and only having underwear on underneath." He spoke, his tone condescendingly sweet.

You let out a soft whimper and stared into his gold colored eyes. "Just wanted your attention, Kenny." You whined out. He hummed and leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips softly. "I know, sweet thing, but I promised I'd spend the night playing with old school friends." He says softly, hand caressing your cheek gently.

He softly moves your underwear to the side before pressing the vibrator against your clit, causing a moan to spill from your parted lips. He moves the fabric back over and kisses your neck softly as he coos to you. "Shhh, I know, baby, I know."

He then readjusts your body so you were laying parallel in the bed. He then raised your arms and lowered them so one of the decorative knobs on the headboard would keep you in place. He stands straight and tightly squeezes the inside of your thigh before walking back to his gaming setup. "Be a good girl and stay over there." He says- as if you'd have a choice.

He sits the remote down next to his keyboard before lowering himself back into his chair. He pulled himself closer to the desk as he picked up his headphones.

"Kenny!" You called out to him in a whine. "Come back." You pleaded with him as he stared back at you. His lips were tugged into a grin as he watched your helpless form.

"You'll be fine on your own for a while." Kenma said as he placed his headphones over his ear and looked at his monitors again. He presses his mouse a few more times, his eyes trained on his PC. "I'm back." He says into his mic, not once glancing at you as he goes back to playing with his friends. You let out a huff of air, staring at the ceiling before feeling the vibrator start against your sensitive bud.

A gasp erupts from you at the sensation between your legs. Having been so close to your orgasm only moments ago, your thighs started shaking, jiggling slightly as your eyes closed. "Kenny!~" You whined, trying to stay quiet enough your voice wouldn't be picked up over the mic. It was currently set to the pulse vibration, and it was pressed against your clit in such a way it was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable.

Kenma had gone back to playing his game, acting like nothing else was happening. "Lev, you suck." Kenma had continued bickering with his old school mates while he played, every once in a while changing the setting of the vibrator pressed against your clit.

You were whimpering in your spot on the bed, bucking your hips at the pressure- trying to get more friction from the toy, huffs of air and whines leaving your lips, and your hands tugging on the handcuffs keeping you trapped. A moan tugged from your throat, you hips bucked up further- this was it! Your orgasm so close you could almost taste it.

You back was arched, head pressing back into the soft pillows below you, your thighs squeezing shut to push the bullet harsher against your clit- every squeeze causing the toy to rub back and forth as it vibrates, your eyes wide and rolled back, and mouth hanging open as the satisfaction begins to ripple through you. Heavy breathes and soft moans fell from your lips as you squeezed your thighs again, a fog over your mind as you felt yourself on the tip of your desired orgasm.

Then there was nothing- but a pair of hands holding open your legs and an unsatisfied feeling swirling in your stomach. Your eyes shot open and you looked down between your legs, finding your wide eyed boyfriend grinning up at you as he held open your thighs.

"You're such a needy girl, baby." He said, his soft voice had a hint of amusement and lust in it. His hands started to squeeze and rub at your thighs, soothing them as his watchful eyes remained on you.

Your breathing was heavy as you looked at him. You didn't understand, you were so close to your release, why couldn't you cum? Why wasn't the vibrator helping you..? Why wasn't the vibrator moving? There was no normal buzzing sound coming from the little bullet.

"So needy." Kenma repeated his words, placing a soft kiss on your knee. "I turned the bullet off a few minutes ago but you started fucking yourself with it." He explains in his normal soft voice, squeezing your legs more. "Poor baby." He muttered with an underlying mock tone. "You can't cum just yet." He hums out before the soft buzzing starts again.

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"Choso, can you help me with something?" You asked walking into Choso's empty classroom. Choso was the math teacher in the room right next to yours, so it was almost natural the two of you became friends while working together. You would subtly flirt with him most days, finding him extremely handsome, and more recently he'd been reciprocating. It was currently lunch hour for your classes and you were trying to get your next assignment ready for tomorrow.

He lifts his tired eyes up from his own computer, a light blush across his cheeks as he clears his throat. "Yeah, what do you need?" He asked in his usual monotone voice. His hair was pulled back in a half up half down style, a cute messy bun at the back of his head, and strands framing his face every which way.

You smiled and walked towards his desk, standing next to his chair before taking a sit atop of the desk, thighs almost touching his computer. "I'm trying to post this assignment, but every time I reload my screen after posting- it goes back to being a draft." You explain as you sit your laptop open on your thighs and quickly login. You shift the laptop so he can see it clearer.

He lets out a soft hum and turns slightly in his chair, now facing you. His eyes couldn't help but linger on your thighs- how big they looked squished down when you sat. The black denim fabric complimenting the maroon colored top you wore. He clears his throat once again and leans closer to you, his eyes flitting up from your thigh to the screen.

Your eyes trail over his features, noting how pretty that scar always looked across his nose, the tired eyebags under his dark colored eyes, and how kissable his bruised lips looked.

He let out another hum and moved closer to you, typing away on your laptop as it remains on your thighs, his hands gliding over the keyboard effortlessly. After a few minutes he pulled back with a soft sigh.

"It should work now." he mumbled. You tilt your head and look down at the screen, a small smile playing on your lips. "Good boy, cho!" You said without thinking, reaching a hand out and ruffling his head. A soft almost unnoticeable whimper left his lips, the blush on his cheeks heavier than before. You hop off his desk and turn away from him, ready to head back to your own classroom. "I'll thank ya for it later!"

Suddenly his hands were on your waist, pulling you back against him, his body pressed up against your back as he lets out low grunts. "thank me for it now." He whimpers out, an almost pleading voice. Your eyes had gone wide as you tilted your head back to look up at him. He leaned down, face in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent deeply before exhaling with a slight whine.

Your mouth fell agape as you felt his hard and twitching cock against your back. "Ch-Choso!" You had gasped out. You had assumed after he started flirting back he felt the same about you- but you never expected the shy and quiet math teacher to be so bold.

He let out a groan and turned you to face his desk, one of his hands sliding up from your waist to grip your hair and tug your head to the side as his hips pressed you against his desk. "Need you," He growled into your ear, "please" His growl turned into a desperate whine as he begged. His hips were grinding against yours as he rubbed his clothed cock between the globes of your ass, breathy whimpers and grunts leaving his lips. "Please, baby!" He whined out again, his breath hitting your neck.

You deeply swallowed trying to find your voice once again. "Ch-Choso, there's not enough time!" You had managed to stutter out. Your thighs were squished against the edge of his desk, pushing into it as he grinds into you. "The students will be heading back in ten minutes!" I gasped out.

He groans and pushes your head down, forcing you to lay your upper half across his desk, chest pressed firmly against the top of it. You couldn't hold back the moan from passing your lips, the way he was manhandling you was turning you on beyond belief.

With one hand in your hair pushing your head down and the other holding your hips in place as he starts digging his clothed cock up and down against your clothed crotch. "I don't care!" He growled from above you, staring at your bent over frame. "Been thinking about you all day. How pretty you look! How good your ass looks in these stupid tight pants!" He's grunting out each thought as he rubs his aching cock against you. His hand from your waist let go and shot down against your ass, giving a loud 'clap' as his hand makes harsh contact with your denim covered skin. A yelped moan leaves your lips and your eyes widen. "Choso!" You moaned out, the pressure of his cock pushing against where you wanted him most and the firm smack he just gave you sending shocks of pleasure through your veins.

He lets out another groan and roughly pulls down your pants just under where your thighs start. His eyes narrowed at the sight of your purple laced panties, a growl escaping from the back of his throat. He slaps his hand back down on your right cheek, a red mark staining your ass from how hard he hit. You let out a whiny moan at the stinging sensation, your cheeks heating as you stare at the open classroom door.

With the same hand he used to pull your pants down he undoes his own pants and pulls out his throbbing member from his black boxers. He pushed his cock against your clothed entrance and pushed forward, causing his tip to slide downward and hit your cloth covered clit.

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open as the unexpected stimulation draws out a moan. He was trusting against your clit, hand still in your hair- tugging it lightly, and soft grunts coming from his throat. "F-fuck-!" He whimpered out. Both of your breathing is heavy with pleasured moans mixing with each pant.

Each thrust against your clit drives you closer to your edge, the sensation of your hair getting pulled back adding to your pleasure. Every grunt escaping his lips felt like praise. "Ch-o-oso~!" You moaned out, your eyes never once leaving the open doorway of his classroom. "M-more~" The plea left your lips without you even really thinking about it.

His eyes narrowed and he quickened his pace, head now pounding about your clit. "Such a good girl." He growled out, his deep voice shaky. Your thighs clenched together, adding more pressure and resistance to his cock as he continued thrusting against your clothed pussy. He let out a shaky whine and lost his rhythm as his legs started shaking. "P-please let me c-cum~!" He whined in a desperate tone.

You nodded your head as best you could, giving him permission to tip over the edge of his orgasm. His head tilted back a his teeth dug into his lips and a muffled whine escaped his throat. He bucked his hips against yours a few more times until you felt warm liquid shooting against your clit. The throbbing of his head against your sensitive bud and the spurts of cum coating your panties was almost enough for you to cum as well. You couldn't help but let out moaned whines- wishing to orgasm as well. You were disappointed at the unsatisfying feeling of not cumming- until his tip started to rub and grind against your clit, the unexpected motion pushing a moan out of you.

He bent over and laid his top half against your back, his toned body pushing against you. "C'mon, baby. Come for me." He said in a whiny tone against your ear, softly kissing your neck. He continued rubbing his still throbbing cock against your sensitive bud, the pressure of your climax reaching it's tip once again.

You started to babble on as your hands pawed and clawed at his desk, trying to ground yourself as an orgasm starts to ripple through you. Your jaw hung slack, eyes dazed and unfocused, breath hitching, and body tensing as he continued to rub against your clit with his tip.

Suddenly the bell had rung, signaling lunch time was over and students would be coming back for class.

You let out a soft strained hum. thickly swallowing before pushing yourself up on your elbows. Choso lets out a sigh and kisses your neck one last time before pulling himself back, no longer laying on you. "I'm sorry- I should've p-pulled out before cumming! L-let me help you clean up." Choso begins stammering out his words as he reaches for a tissue. You look back to see his cheeks crossed with a blush, a smile taking place on your lips.

He quickly stands behind you again and wipes away his cum from your panties, gently stroking as you squirm from the pressure against your oversensitive bud. "Shhhh, it's ok." He whispers gently before throwing away the tissue and pulling up your pants. You let out a shaky breath and stand up straight, grabbing on to his bicep for support as he zips up his pants. "You ok?" He asks quietly.

You nod and lean against his desk and trace your fingers against your laptop. "It was great." You mutter as a heat prickles at your cheeks again.

Just then a pair of boys walked into the class, chattering as they walked towards their seats. You take a deep shaky breath before turning to face Choso. "Thanks for helping me." You said with a bashful smile. His eyes looked down at your face before he nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips.

More students filtered through the class and he let out a soft sigh. "I'll meet you... after school?" He says in a questioning tone, his hopeful eyes looking into yours. You nod and place a hand on his bicep. "I'll be in my room."

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