there's something oddly charismatic about a man who's cocky about the monster he's packing in his pants. your boyfriend shouta is no exception - any man or woman could tell by the wolfish grin on his face when he passes by, that someone is extremely lucky at home. the envious stares from strangers and jealous altercations with any male who interacts with you are a product of his ego. and well, after the string of losers you've dated, being with shouta felt like emotional and physical whiplash in the best way.
he knows he's in a completely different league than your exes and beats them in all categories. but the one that really, really gets him going is how much bigger his cock is. you recall the predatory glint in his eyes the moment he kicked off his boxers. "it's okay to stare, sweetheart." it's all you can do - jaw dropped and pussy that much wetter just by the sight of his cock. "just know, it always gets the job done."
it's noticeable - when he's repeatedly shifting in his seat because his huge dick is in the way all the time. he prefers the gray sweatpants that have your mouth watering from the print forming near his inner thigh. "can barely contain it," he brags rightfully. "too big, eh? can't decide which hole of yours i wanna over stuff." he's not heartless - there's a good amount of prep involved to ensure pain is never a part of the equation. after all, feeding his ego is a kink both of you know consent is the key to enjoying.
with a cock as high maintenance like his, variety is the way to go. sliding nine whole inches between your tits all soaked with lube and precum while tweaking your cute and ultra sensitive nipples. smearing the head of his cock all over your face, lips and cheeks before lustfully tilting your chin up so you can open nice and wide. gripping your ass with one hand aggressively enough so your pussy lips easily spread open for his awaiting girth.
once (and only once) you jokingly referred to him as small and nearly ended up with a bruised cervix. "think i'm small, huh? this dick not good enough for your greedy pussy?" not only does he feverishly mock you with words, but quickens the pace of his thrusts, applying more of his body weight onto you. the experience taught you and your pussy a valuable lesson in how not to tease your overly endowed boyfriend.
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shouta has a love and hate relationship with your panties.
you've caught him multiple times in the act - the delicate lace wrapped around his cock, hand pumping furiously at his shaft when you just happened to arrive home earlier than expected. if you were absent, it was regular routine for your horny and desperate boyfriend.
if he couldn't immerse himself in your natural scent immediately, he'd dig out a pair of your used panties. if you've left him alone for too long, there's a high chance of him tarnishing a newer pair with fresh cum - because how dare you.
in times of personal stress, he can't stand the sight of them on you for too long. not when they're the only thing in the way when he's ready to bend you over the kitchen counter and hike up that darling mini dress of yours. but most of the time, he's a gentleman and is perfectly content with pulling the fabric to the side to get a pristine view of your gorgeous pussy.
the more sadistic side of him is absolutely a "eat it with the panties on" type of guy. sit on his face for thirty minutes and let that thin barrier drive him fucking crazy. his mouth and tongue are so familiar with your pussy that he can easily stimulate you just as good.
for every cum stained and ripped pair, just ask him for his credit card. not once will he deny you - especially when those new panties are surely getting destroyed in the future at some point.
shouta pretends not to make a big deal over his godlike physique in bed. not that you have time to verbalize it when he's spearing you on his cock as the warm up part of his exercise routine. unless, he's busy making a slick mess of his own cum all over his six pack abs.
when he's balls deep, it's criminal - those beefy arms, veins that bulge with each flex of his biceps and his tendency to trap both of your wrists behind the small of your back with only one large hand. he claims it's just his natural instinct at this point, having subdued and disarmed countless villains with similarly swift movements.
no way would he fuck a villain like this, though. he reserves a special type of brutality when it comes to splitting his girlfriend in half, one that doesn't involve his capture weapon. he doesn't need it, not with a lover who offers her sweet body up so willingly. your submission feeds his ego unlike anything else, a drug he'll forever be addicted to. to your dismay, not all positions make it possible to witness his masterfully sculpted abs flex and broad chest heave.
the solution had its downsides, forcing him to pull out just as he's about to cum. but hell, was it worth it - hearing the slap of his massive cock slapping against his stomach and leaking pre cum down his shaft. the rapid stroking of his cock that slows near his tip when he's right there. the guttural groans torn from his throat as each jerk of his hips has even more cum pooling near his happy trail.
outside of the bedroom, don't actually remind him how fucking sexy he is. there's a slim chance he'll take your word for it, but it gives him more of an incentive to work out.
not so silently hyper fixating on himbo!aizawa who wants to fuck you even dumber on his big cock but can't get himself to ask. there's something oddly desirable about how shouta plays coy in situations where there's no need for him to hold back. he's made a habit of manspreading on his sofa and tapping his knee when he wants you to sit for him.
but himbo!aizawa still doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. you could be drooling on your knees between his thick thighs with your cheek pressed up against his large bulge. still, he can't get himself to say "unzip me a little," let alone grab the root of your ponytail and shove your face into his balls like he wants. fine, it was up to you to take the lead then.
you could be flirting with himbo!aizawa but the man can't even tell. he doesn't have a clue where to put his hands when you're grinding on him, and hates the flattery that comes with realizing that you're definitely soaked through your panties just from the outline of his erection.
in the end, himbo!aizawa is still a sweetie who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck till his mind goes blank. he's at first worried you're abandoning your comfort in favor of unzipping his pants, although his overwhelmingly large cock is about to bust the seams. "duh, i'm taking it out. your pants can't contain it anymore." it's wholesome how dedicated you are to making him feel good, that is - after you're done staring at his erection that's just slapped against his abdomen and nearly hit you in the face.
himbo!aizawa can't go too fast at first, but everything's moving at such a rapid pace. now, your panties are dangling from your ankle, his boxers are yanked down to his hips and there's a generous wad of precum leaking from his tip. your pussy is right there, hovering over his huge tip ready to swallow him to the base when his hips shift clumsily, impaling you halfway down and splitting your poor cunt in half.
groans of "fuck, i'm sorry" from himbo!aizawa are easily drowned out by your high pitched cries. his apologies aren't meaningless, of course he didn't intend to spear you on purpose like that. "you're trying to be quiet, but hear how much noise your pussy is making." a man once terrible at flirting is now giving you a masterclass in dirty talk, stealing orgasms from you left and right and thrusting like a man starved.
but you love himbo!aizawa for the boyfriend (eye/arm candy) that he is.
you didn't realize just how down bad for you shouta was until he started sending the filthiest texts out of nowhere. the first lewd message was sent during a girl's night out where you'd left shouta alone in his apartment. with hormones raging and impure thoughts circulating, his only option was a bottle of lube and his hand.
hey, know you're out with the girls. figured i'd let you know how rock fucking hard my dick is for you, been stroking it all evening waiting for you come home.
after nearly dropping your phone in a glass off wine, you swipe out of your text app as not to arouse suspicions that your boyfriend is a dirty pervert for his girl. he doesn't realize he's about to do it - never in a million years would he have sent a dick pic to a partner, but the moment simply calls for it. he snaps multiple photos, experimenting with different angles that showed off his impressive cock, toned abs, broad chest and a sliver of his happy trail. there was nothing for him to be insecure about.
you around anyone? got something to show you but it's for my pretty girl's eyes only. think you might like it.
you respond as he's still typing, eyes lighting up immediately the second you receive his picture. little did you know - he came hard all over his phone screen after snapping the photo, diving into his private folder, a complete collection of videos and pictures you'd curated for him. sending his first dick pic had the man so overly freaked out that you found him covered in his own cum, eyes closed and one arm lazily draped over his waist on the sofa. he'd forgot to send one last text.
wherever you find me when you get back, just know i made myself cum so many times my dick nearly stopped working.
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shouta "fuck it, i'll wing fatherhood" aizawa is the type of man who will shamelessly tear off the condom mid fuck.
he's got you right where he wants you - helplessly pinned down in the meanest prone bone, his body an intimidating cage above and cock plowing into your cunt from behind. but that damn thing is in the way, the latex barrier that eliminates the most vulnerable level of intimacy. "alright," he withdraws momentarily. "this fucking thing has got to go."
it's admittedly hot - the frustration in his tone and lack of restraint when it comes to pounding your pussy spikes your arousal. he rips the condom off, tossing it aside and not caring where it lands. and once that thick cock sinks back into indescribable warmth, all is right in his universe. "that's, fuck. much better."
his hips falter on their own, struggling to find a rhythm that isn't outwardly rough and carnal. "feels so much better, yeah? fuck, can't slow down when your pussy feels this good." your raw pussy has him tumbling towards his orgasm, muscles contracting to prepare himself for the force of his release - a mind bending climax that could only be achieved inside his pretty girl's irresistible bare pussy.
shouta doesn't know why he bothers to purchase condoms anymore when they've put a damper on his sex life. "your pull out game isn't the greatest," you remind him. "yeah, you're right." he runs his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment only for you to prove your point. "well, maybe if you actually tried to pull out on time."
how many deep creampies can husband!shouta unload in your womb on father's day? (18+)
he's envisioning it all now - your pregnancy announcement, baby shower, endless streams of celebration and attention. calm afternoons with his large yet docile hands roaming your bump over your dress, sneakily bunching the fabric up near your thighs. "sho, again?" he snaps back into reality, already familiar with how responsive your body is over the kitchen counter's edge.
his stubble tickles the back of your neck, but you tilt your head at just the right angle to meet his lips for a passionate kiss. "it's been two hours, love." he captures your lips - messier this time, with the intent to shove his tongue deeper in your mouth. "two hours too long," he scoffs and maneuvers his hands to grip your waist from behind. "shall we skip the pleasantries this time?"
"you do this every father's day." his fingers work swiftly to urge your panties down your thighs. "do what? get all hot 'n bothered about knocking you up?" creampies were a mandatory aspect of your sex life ever since you started sleeping together. "perhaps, it's your fault for being such a perfect girlfriend. how's motherhood sound to you, love?" ushering his pants down his hips, his thick leaking cock slaps against his abdomen.
"already throwing that ass back on me, yeah?" hand steady at his base, he glides his shaft between your puffy lips and earns a soft mewl from you. "ready for me baby?" the answer is clear, heat radiating from your body feeling his tip catching your hole. leftover cum from his previous loads adds extra lubrication, making penetration more comfortable. "fuck, that's it." your pussy greedily swallows the first few inches of his cock and he lurches himself forward in one motion.
"i know that grip," he stills inside of you, hips paused. "you really think you've drained me? want you to make me a daddy today." the pace he sets is typical - rough, primal and laced with the lustful desperation he exerts on your body. father's day was a lame excuse for him to lure you into spending a lazy sunday stuffed full of his cock. round one began with your limbs tangled deep within the sheets, his morning wood persistent against your ass.
he wasted no time in pinning you against the counter either, abandoning your task of brewing his coffee. "you'll have plenty of time for all that domestic shit when you're a stay at home mom. now keep that ass up, haven't filled you properly yet." your lovemaking session in the kitchen wasn't enough to satiate your lover, who is already planning the next position and place to wreck your pussy.
he's so damn good with kids, you must admit. giving him a few wouldn't hurt, since he made a solid living doing hero work and teaching. "i think i'll make a pretty great dad." shouta bounces you on his cock, the sofa cushion vibrating under your combined weights. you're not sure if it's fatherhood he's particularly after or if he's hornier than usual, but there is no doubt he extends a more tender, patient demeanor towards children.
you're driven wild with need for him to mark you, claim you, knock you up. he wants, no - needs to be gifted fatherhood by his loving partner and the thought alone has him folding you into the meanest mating press. neither of you had kept count of how many times he's emptied himself inside you, let alone the total number of orgasms wrung from both your exhausted bodies by the end of the day. "i think i'm officially empty," he pulls you against his broad chest, head resting beneath his chin.
he truly does do this every father's day, but the prospect of fatherhood brings him joy, fills him with pride. "you'll make an amazing papa one day, sho."
shouta aizawa doesn't let any man get away with "locker room banter" when it comes to his pretty girl (18+)
for all they know, you're sweet and reserved - not the depraved cockslut he knows too well, a brat who falls to her knees with the sole purpose of satisfying her lover. the same sweet, glossed over lips on public display also fit perfectly around the fat head of his cock and pamper his shaft with sloppy kisses.
his close friends know better than to pry, hizashi having learned his lesson after making a semi lewd comment about your sex life. "don't disrespect her like that ever again," shouta declared - immediately becoming protective of you despite your lack of presence. "hey, woah. quit it with those daggers in your eyes, i was only joking." but it really wasn't a joke, not to your beloved hero.
to maintain the balance of mutual respect, you refrain from mentioning your sex life. your closest girlfriends of many years haven't heard much about shouta, aside from his professions and ways of spoiling you. it was hard to bite your tongue at times, especially when they would bring up their lovers harmlessly.
truthfully, there was no shame attached to your sex life with shouta as he was simply a private man who valued intimacy in a relationship best kept behind closed doors. did you want to spill each and every little detail about the rigorous pace he sets, the depth his cock reaches inside of you and how his abs flex and stutter differently when he's about to cum? absolutely.
and don't get him wrong. shouta could be vulgar, and could talk for hours going on about the sultry pair of eyes that never breaks contact when his balls are pressed against your chin, the mewls of pleasure he effortlessly pulls from you and the incredible views of your body from angles only he has access to.
you both are good at keeping your mouths shut, savoring intimate moments when they arise. sadly, you can't relay to everyone that shouta's a filthy pervert who likes to fuck raw. neither can he describe how messy his tease of a girlfriend's pussy gets when he's busy stuffing and stretching her to his heart's (and cock's) content.
insecure!shouta with a gf who's "out of his league" (18+)
no matter how many times you beg your boyfriend to accept he's a wildly attractive man, he follows with self deprecating statements. that you're "too pretty" for a gruff bastard like himself, citing low standards as your reason for staying with him. he's too humble for his own good, a trait he picked up early in his life that snowballed into a burden of insecurities as an adult. but you're not into men who are selfish in the bedroom, the only occasions where he feels worthy of your love and devotion to him.
"just a little more." he smirks into your thigh, pulling your lower body towards the edge of the bed for a closer examination. fuck - your pussy is too perfect, better than anything he's imagined in his head and it's being offered to him on a silver fucking platter. "hand in my hair, now." his tone leaves no room for argument, but the intoxicating pleasure renders you incapable of speech. sure, there are men more attractive than him you could be entertaining - but none of them could worship your body as expertly, which is validating enough for him.
it irks him (jokingly) how you put together outfits that compliment your body perfectly whenever you're out in public. if a conventionally attractive man passes by, shouta's grip on your hand will tighten for a split second. "yeah, he was definitely looking at your ass. can't say i blame him, though." on date nights, he makes an effort to dress up and look presentable - similarly to how he would at press conferences in a tailored suit, hair slicked back and facial hair trimmed.
he's at his most irrational when making love to you - he's an underground hero who deals with the worst criminals on the streets, brings a damn sleeping bag to his lectures and exhibits a rough demeanor to the public. he doesn't deserve that dollish look in your eyes, how your irises sparkle and reflect upon his unfiltered gaze. "can't get enough of you, how fuckin' perfect my girl is. all i do is take from you, is that right?" you've conditioned your ears to tune his negative statements out, focusing intently on how his fat tip keeps slamming into your sweet spot.
you've literally ruined any other pussy for him. there's no way in hell he can lose you - he knows damn well that no other pussy can wring countless orgasms out of him like yours can. the mere thought of another man enjoying himself between your legs sends him into a violent head space. what's amazing about your pussy is how it fits his cock so uniquely, his pull out game so nonexistent that you had no choice but to go on birth control.
shouta "don't worry i'll make it fit" aizawa does a poor job of convincing you when he can barely get the first half of his cock inside the first time.
the last thing he wanted was to come across as arrogant, but figured he should warn you about his size in advance. he knows you're stubborn - that no matter how many women he tells you he'd split in half, you insist his cock can't be that intimidating.
your bravado collapses instantly when he tugs his sweatpants down his hips. he's beyond massive - not even one inch inside and the fat head of his cock is making your head spin. "just the head, baby. think you can relax for me?" he grits his teeth, aware he can't rough you up just yet no matter how good your wet cunt feels.
"thought you could just mock me earlier?" he shoves your face into his mattress, his other hand flush against your lower back. "you're a mess and i haven't even got my tip in. how weak is that?" he couldn't lie - nothing was more blissful to him than pussy, especially one like yours who would soak a man's cock at the slightest bit of pressure on her clit.
not one of his past partners managed to take him fully to the base, yet few had come close. "i'm sure you can take me, angel. your hips are made for me to grab while i'm pounding you." his eyes lock on the visual of your hole stretched around his tip, reluctant to let him withdraw. "mhm, sho. stop teasing." the lack of pleasure is short lived when he proceeds to drag his cockhead up and down your slit. "goddamn, my girl's drenched as usual. now i know why this pussy feels so warm."
having collected enough extra lubricant, he repositions himself at your exposed hole. "let's try again." his chest rises and falls with every pant, pure arousal overflowing his body. the penetration is easier this time - he's able to fit the tip in, but needs to spread your asscheek to work himself in another two inches. "fuck, this pussy's got me addicted."
"i feel so full," you whimper and crane your neck to meet his gaze. "oh fuck." the harsh realization hits you that there's plenty more of his thick cock for you to take. "oh fuck is right, thought you really took all of me? well, can't say i didn't warn you." it's too late for you to regret it, let alone blame him - he'd spent a good hour on foreplay alone to prepare you.
even three fucking orgasms wasn't enough for your body to loosen up substantially. he hated himself for loving your adorable reactions, all the result of agonizing pleasure and overstimulation. "almost half, sweetheart. just open up for me a little more, let me in." the addition of his precum makes his efforts all the more sloppy, a mess trailing down the backs of your thighs and sticking to his happy trail. "just move, sho."
"i haven't even started thrusting, need you to comfortably take me first. need to know this pussy can handle a cock this big." he needs to hear it - that he was right all along, you did in fact require more orgasms during foreplay and he was about to ruin any other dick for you. finally, your walls adjust to the first five inches - the average length for a male but only half for shouta aizawa. "that's a good girl. see? wasn't so hard after all."
and if he didn't feel balls deep inside of you already, you had five more inches left to take. "shoulda listened to me earlier, i'm going to have fun breaking you in."
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ok but horny older bf!aizawa tending to his nympho gf who's over a decade younger than him has me in a chokehold
nsfw. legal age gap (33 and 21), sex toys, male masturbation, vaginal sex + creampies, high sex drives
horny older bf!aizawa has two steady streams of income from teaching and hero work, enough to spoil you relentlessly with anything you heart desires. a text from him reads go ahead, sweetheart. buy that, don't worry about the price. you've accumulated a large collection of toys - vibrators, wands and dildos all charged on his card, but knowing he'll be generously rewarded when they come in the mail.
he's most certainly a hands on learner and takes pride in the many ways he worships your body. at the start of your relationship, he felt ashamed of being such a pervert for you due to the ten year age gap. poor man couldn't stop himself from jacking off for hours after that one instance at the cafe.
whether or not you did it on purpose, - each time you crossed your legs, that damned skirt would ride up your thighs just barely exposing the lace panties underneath. it made his jeans feel tighter than ever, half hard cock strained and imprisoned by the fabric.
the only solution of treating the worst case of blue balls he'd had the displeasure of experiencing was a lengthy, imagination fueled masturbation session. pathetic, he thought after his fourth orgasm - a thirty year old man shooting load after load on his abs, instead of draining his balls inside his smoking hot vixen of a girlfriend.
ultimately, horny older bf!aizawa can't hide who he is from you anymore - a sex crazed, lustful pervert with a thing for young and impressionable sluts. "so, are you a tits or an ass man?" you pop the unexpected question a couple weeks in, before either of you had engaged in anything sexual. "that's um, random." the skeptical tone in his voice contradicts the sudden arousal rushing to his loins. tits, ass, pussy, thighs - it didn't fucking matter, he wanted to run his hands over every inch of you. "this might not be the answer you're looking for, but. all of it. of you, that is. i can't say there's one specific part of your body i favor more," he replies respectfully, self control hanging by a thread.
"hm, but that's not quite what i asked." you pick up on how he's sweating, debating on which words to use cause he can't let you know how much of a sexual deviant he is. "fine, well. if i absolutely have to choose, it would be your ass." shouta says he's an ass man at first, but it's just to deter you from bothering him more about such a foolish question. all it takes is for him to wrap his lips around your nipple while bouncing the flesh in his palm for the first time. "alright, i take it back. guess i'm a tits man now." that's until he's impaling you on his thick cock from behind, your perfect ass on display for his eyes and hands only. "you know what baby, forget it. i'm neither an ass or a tits man. fuckin' can't get enough of both."
not once have you felt a man cum in your cunt as hard as horny older bf!aizawa - who possesses unrivaled stamina with a dick that throbs inside of you like crazy. his sounds become primal the closer he gets, losing himself in the ecstasy of your vice grip. it's when you repeatedly continue to gush around him like a damn fountain that he checks in with you, worried about the fragile state of your body. "awe, my girl's so cockdrunk she didn't even realize how many times she fuckin' soaked me. you're so cute when that brain of yours is turned off, consumed by pleasure." although, your boyfriend isn't devoid of morals, and has studied your body well enough to determine if you are genuinely overwhelmed.
he's older, wiser, experienced - knows enough about intimacy to be attentive to his partner. "your body's preparing for something incredible, but we need to slow down. just, let yourself ride the wave. don't overwork your muscles." he kisses your nose, guiding your tired hips and massaging your tender thighs. because he has to carefully lead the way, pave the path for the orgasm that's about to wreck your whole body with indescribable bliss.
initially, you doubt that horny older bf!aizawa can keep up with a slut like you who can't get enough older cock stuffing her pussy. his sex drive can't be anywhere near yours, you thought - and you'd never been more wrong in your life. "listen, i'm not that much older than you. quit acting like i have some sort of dysfunction. wasn't i just bouncing your exhausted body on my lap last night when you couldn't even hold yourself up?" he isn't wrong - the substantially well endowed hero has the strength and libido of a madman, opting to use your body as a fleshlight when your bones turned to jelly. "whatever you say, old man." fuck. he couldn't let you walk away from him after that demeaning phrase.
"old man, huh? is that what you called me?" the earlier comment had pissed him off, finding it frustrating but alluring that you thought you could get off scot free. "you think guys your age could fuck you like this?" your body is forced up the bed with each slam of his hips, the headboard colliding with the wall. "no, sho- fuck, only you. 'm sorry, didn't mean to say that." the wet heat of your cunt is intoxicating - he's close to blowing his load inside for the second time after that snarky mouth of yours decided to talk back. "gonna flood this pussy, you ready?"
too blissed out to answer, shouta leans over your back, long and steady fingers decorating your neck. "atta girl, fuck- this pussy's too good." shouta's a responsible man, only agreeing to cum inside you if the right precautions were in place. birth control was your best option, and you'd been going at it raw ever since. "gonna cum so hard, feel it? feel how hard i am?" answering him with choked moans and cries of pleasure is all you can deliver, eyes rolling back with each slam of his tip against your cervix. "fuck!" he buries his hips as deep as possible, flooding your already drenched pussy with his warm cum. "how's that for an old man?" your body collapses, a smirk forming on his face at the satisfactory sight of your leaking pussy.
nothing satisfies shouta more than your warm, lustrous lips drooling around the base of his shaft - a generous, slick sheen of precum and lipgloss slathered all over his cock. when you lick and kiss it all over, relishing in his groans of pleasure from how passionately you make out with his fat tip.
"fuck, quit teasing me like that." he's typically impatient, the type of man who refuses to take his sweet time when it comes to his own body and pleasure. he claims that he hates when you edge him, initially opposed to the idea of giving up control in the bedroom. "just, let me use your mouth. c'mon baby, please." his aversion to submission is questionable given how easily he melts into the simplest touch, resting only the tip inside your warm mouth.
just like the rest of his cock, his tip is its perfect match. the roundness is perfect for the shape of your greedy lips and size thick enough to stretch the corners of your mouth. "that's fuckin' it, baby. need more, need you to drool for me more." shouta's nails pry at your scalp, which only happens if you're choking on him entirely or just swiping his sensitive slit with the tip of your tongue. in this case, it's the latter - you've never seen him so pathetically defeated by pleasure, awaiting more lubrication to pour from your hot, silky mouth.
"oh fuck, good girl." your incoming flow of spit soaks his length down to his balls, plenty for him to work with but not quite enough to get himself off. you'd never get him to admit it, but a few of the strongest orgasms he's had were the result of submission. "you're gonna make me blow my load, keep edging me while i jerk off." his hand does all the work, pumping his shaft up and down vigorously while avoiding your eyes. he doesn't want to cum just yet, but that doesn't stop him from begging - you staring back into his soul with those seductive eyes, blown wide from the erotic nature of oral sex, it would kill him.
"need to cum, need to fuckin' cum. god, please." in the rare instances that you meet his eyes, they reflect his erratic physical state, how damn close he is to the pleasure he craves. he fucks up into his fist with newfound speed the closer he gets, elevating his hips ever so slightly - cause you'd never allow him to cum in your mouth after disobeying you, maybe not at all. and he knows this, grateful for any lubrication from your sloppy mouth that grips him with urgency.
in one careful motion, you remove your mouth completely, every nerve in his body screaming at him to shove himself down that slutty throat of yours. "wanna cum, sho?" one wink undoes him, the gesture giving him the green light to fill your mouth up with his seed after being edged for more than an hour. "ah, f-fuck. feels so damn good i-" he sputters nonsense, hips bucking inconsistently with each intense spurt from his throbbing tip, which is still the only part of his cock trapped inside your mouth.
he fills your mouth completely, hot cum overflowing past the corners and sliding down the arch of your throat. the sheer amount of his cum would stain your tastebuds for days, a volume of liquid he could only produce if he'd just let you take over for once.
IN YOUR PUSSY!
nothing frustrates shouta more than how mean you can be when he's balls deep in your pussy, especially in positions that require him to surrender. "fucking hell, i swear. don't make me, ugh-" different variations of cowgirl are ideal for taunting him, withdrawing his cock nearly all the way so your hole barely clutches the tip. edging him with your pussy often results in failure on his end, but you can't really blame the man.
you feel so damn tight and warm when he spears you relentlessly, so close to orgasm where he wouldn't dare to pull out. he slows the rhythm of his hips, watching you lean back in cowgirl keeping himself seated inside you. he can see everything - your thighs caging him, sweat forming on the undersides of your breasts as they bounce, your flexible torso writhing against him so perfectly.
but his favorite part had to be how divine your cunt looked from his angle - drenched folds, a stretched hole, a cute clit peeking out from under its hood. he could easily have pulled out and jerked himself to completion, covering the outside of your gorgeous pussy with a thick load. an effort he's been close to accomplishing many times when your hips are raised up high - higher than usual, tilting your body further back so only his tip remains inside.
he's enamored at the sight, your hips rolling in small circles to stimulate all surfaces of his tip without bouncing up and down. "hate this, hate when you tease me like this. can't just let me ruin your hole the way i please?" shouta collapses on his back and searches for a pillow to alleviate the tension soaring through his neck. "can't keep up with you anymore, just- fuck me, already. stop with these games." he's waiting patiently until false hope settles in, realizing your intentions are to get him off agonizingly slow. "aren't you tired? don't you want to- i don't know. slam your ass down on me? fuck my cock like you own it?"
"you think i don't own this cock? wish you could take a look at yourself." it dawns upon him, shame consuming him before a pitiful whine escapes his throat. "we don't have to fuck hard and fast for me to tell you that. look how damn wrecked you are just from me riding the tip." he's too close, the way his balls tighten and hips threaten to bury, fearing he'd cum immediately with one light clench at this point.
"baby, i'm too-" in one final deep thrust, your wet cunt unravels him - sinking down on his thick girth that he'd been deprived of for hours, the victim of your sadistic, sexual torture. he cums harder than any man should, any other man ever has - heat overflowing every surface of his body and nerves set aflame in numbing bliss. your bodies are still connected, the intense heat leaving your pussy with each dribble of his cum seeping past your hole.
"holy shit. what the hell did you just do to me?" the back of his head slams against the pillow, exhausted from how much energy exerted from just one trick. "filled you up damn good, though. huh?"
jealous bf!aizawa will never admit he's jealous to himself and especially not to you - it's a juvenile emotion that takes a toll on him mentally, but those close to him have no doubt about his possessive nature. you hold his trust and devotion in your hands like glass, characteristics of his love for you that you'd rather die than shatter. unlike the typical jealous boyfriend, he sees no need in checking your messages and location on a regular basis, but for the most part has you glued to his hip. his only one boundary would be taking you along with him during hero work, which you didn't object to given the danger involved.
jealous bf!aizawa doesn't limit himself to expressing one or two of the major love languages, but is partial towards acts of service and physical touch. shouta's a firm believer than a man should treat his girlfriend as if he has yet to own her heart and holds the way he treats you to a high standard. expensive restaurants and flowers every weekend, monthly trips to luxury resorts, letting you use his credit card freely - but the pampering doesn't stop there. more than anything else in the world, you value how passionately he makes love to you, even if he's exhausted from patrol or drowning in grading assignments. your physical needs aren't ever placed on the back burner, not when his body responds so soundly to your touch.
jealous bf!aizawa isn't a fan of women who make him jealous on purpose. his exes would provoke him by flirting with other men or commenting on another man's level of attractiveness. shouta is naturally jealous, and that's enough for you - at his age, he values maturity in a woman and doesn't tolerate playing games. a real relationship is what he desires, and the right person will lessen the emotional burden of jealousy and mend the insecurities he feels.
jealous bf!aizawa has gotten into predicaments and altercations because of men stepping out of line and crossing his boundaries. once, a stranger put his arm around your shoulder to greet you and shouta had to stop himsell from knocking the man out. now, he knows to settle his hand on the small of your back in public, a form of PDA that he always thought was embarassing. at restaurants, he prefers to sit next to you in booths in order to pull you closeby and kiss you softly when it's appropriate.
jealous bf!aizawa was reluctant to push boundaries early in your relationship that had yet to bloom. a few of his past relationships failed due to a lack of sexual compatibility, fearing his high sex drive would be unappealing. once you reveal the truth about your equally high libido, he has to restrain himself from pouncing on you immediately. no way he would let any other man steal you from him, not after experiencing the most mind-blowing sex of his life - waking up to both of your hands jerking his cock, the sloppy mess a puddle on the sheets just the way he liked it. shouta made one thing clear, he refuses to climax unless his cock is soaked enough to glide down your slippery throat with ease.
jealous bf!aizawa gets hard easily in specific contexts where he feels the need to claim you - if a man called you gorgeous on the street, became flirty or asked you out for drinks, a primal side of him would awaken. he doesn't try to hide it, willing to bend you over the nearest surface or drag you into the bedroom for a deserved fucking. if he's particularly pent up, he entertains the idea of fucking you in front of a man he feels threatened by. the only downside would be a stranger witnessing your naked body that's reserved for his eyes only. ideally, most of your body would be clothed minus a mini skirt and no panties for easy access, perfect for him to rail you without exposing what's his.
jealous bf!aizawa flinches at the mention of your exes for multiple reasons - they treated you awfully, made you feel like the man in the relationship and couldn't satisfy you sexually. at first, he worries that you have feelings for them and asks you personal details out of insecurity. he desperately needs to know he's superior in every single way, something you reassure him of and provide him with validation for. a surge of pride shot through him the first time your hands yanked down his sweatpants, a sharp gasp escaping your lips at how thick and long his cock was. you swore you'd seen him fully hard before during the times you'd made out. turns out, the tightness of his pants only allowed his cock to grow halfway hard.
jealous bf!aizawa doles out punishments if you tease him the entire day out in public. a bdsm dynamic exists between the two of you, and shouta's newfound pleasure was dominating you as a form of ownership. teasing him includes a gesture as seemingly innocent as interlocking your fingers with his, one of his favorite aspects during love making. it'll make him hard instantly, reminding him of the countless nights and mornings he held on for dear life wrecking your pussy and cumming quick from the intimacy.
jealous bf!aizawa knows how much you enjoy being spanked on your ass and pussy as a funishment. depending on his mood and his level of frustration with you, he'd go for the riding crop or a paddle along with handcuffs to tie behind your back. barehanded spanking arouses you more than any of the toys, shouta's palm giving you no mercy. draping you over his lap is both of your favorite position since he can shove his fingers into your cunt from behind. he smirks feeling how your hole greedily swallow his thick digits, begging for him to thrust in and out to satisfy the friction between your legs.
jealous bf!aizawa jerks off constantly to all the nudes you spam him with on patrol (not at UA, you know better). they make him twitch in his pants when he's navigating dark alleys in the underground, a state he'd feel mortified if a villain caught him horny on the job. masturbating is incredibly unfulfilling when he's waiting for you to come home, a sense of shame washing over him at the sight of his abdomen covered in cum. past partners of his had been too shy to send him pictures or videos, but the man has needs of his own - you're the only one with the ability to alleviate his tension.
jealous bf!aizawa shows obvious hints of jealousy here and there, verbally letting you know that you're his girl to spoil rotten and fuck senseless. "have you ever sent nudes to any other guy? have you worn this dress out or did you buy it for me?" his concern is endearing and uncharacteristic of a man like him, who's mostly reserved and mysterious. he doesn't need to outright state he's jealous, just about everybody in his personal life knows you have him wrapped around your finger.
synopsis don't let aizawa near your pussy when you're ovulating, cause he'll make it his mission to prove his sex drive is still superior to yours.
content fem!reader, high af sex drives, sexting, dry humping, dirty talk, gagging with panties, unprotected vaginal sex, marathon sex, multiple positions, rounds + orgasms, creampies, ovulation, pussy slapping, he's a yapper during sex
shouta aizawa has learned the art of patience, a skill required to navigate his tricky double life between hero work and teaching. he looks down upon the desperation that seethes from you each time your hormones rage beyond your self control. he'd be a liar to claim that your pathetic facial expressions have no effect on him, especially when his body reacts in contrast to his crude tone of voice. the game begins with you sending him flirty texts during his patrol, messages he'd leave on delivered to stay focused on work.
I know what you're up to. Quit it, I have a city to protect.
provoking him was quite fun, starting out with sending a lewd photo of the undersides of your breasts, nipples obscured by your hand. after he'd received it and purposely ignored you, the photos would escalate into full blown pornography - candid shots of your pussy lips spread wide, clit peeking out and hole leaking after an intense orgasm. and if he had the audacity to disregard you further, he'd open his messages to short clips of your self pleasure.
You're playing a dangerous game. Just wait until I get home from patrol, it'll only be an hour or so. Most likely less.
prior to meeting you, shouta struggled deeply with his sex drive and insecurities over his size. his past casual partners and even girlfriends found his insatiable libido to be off-putting, let alone what he's packing under those baggy pants. to adjust to his partner's needs, he put his pleasure on hold and led a sex life of dishonesty. for a while, he was hesitant to put himself out there as an eligible bachelor, presuming no woman would match his stamina.
until you approached him in a lively manner, your high spirited nature a stark contrast to his gloomier persona. he knew a nymphomaniac when he saw one, finding it endearing how often you'd play the role of innocent and reserved. "there's something you're not telling me. and if we are to move forward, i'd appreciate some more honesty from you." shouta no longer wanted to waste his time on hopeless cases, and sincerely hoped a girl as beautiful as you wouldn't disappoint him.
in short, you didn't. your stamina easily rivaled his, needing him to fill your holes morning, evening and night that left him exhausted after patrol or teaching. you straddle his lap on the sofa, deliberately grinding your clothed pussy against his lower abdomen and just above the belt buckle. "again?" he sighs, angling his hips so your clit is stimulated comfortably. "never thought i'd say that to a woman, most of 'em tap out cause my cock's too big. or cause i'm a pervert. fuck-" his fingers find the soaked fabric of your panties, tugging them to the side and exposing your perfect pussy. "you haven't fuck me at all today, sho. it's 11am and i need it. need you."
"the hell's a matter with you? just got back from early morning patrol and you're this fucking needy." his fake complaints completely go over your head, words that don't matter because his body clearly betrays them. "can feel how hard you're getting for me, sho. take it out for me, please." pretending to be irritated, he undoes his belt and throws it aside, shoving his pants halfway down his thighs. "fucking happy now?" the only layer that separated you was his boxers, his cockhead emerging from beneath the hem. "that's it, keep your panties to the side. grind your bare cunt against me."
"will you let me?" your clit nearly touches the sensitive area around the head of his cock, allowing a bead of precum to drip onto his stomach. "thought you had the highest sex drive," you pout with the intent to enrage him, to fucking ruin him for any other woman. "thought you told me how you wanted a girlfriend who could match your freak. is there something wrong, with me?" he secures his large hands on your hips, alleviating the anxiety written all over your face that suggests a fear of rejection.
"absolutely not," he maneuvers your hips so your mound is flush against his bulge, angry at himself for making you doubt his desire for you. "you're just such a freak, babygirl. you're perfect for me and it's hard to believe, that's all. see how rock hard i am for you?" he yanks his boxers down, the article of clothing pooling below his knees alongside his pants. your eyes widen, taking in the sight of his massive erection the throbs painfully, yearning to bury itself inside you. "you told me you were having trouble. hormones are driving you wild, no?"
"well, uh." he presses one finger to your lips, shushing you as he strokes himself. "don't even think about lying to me. you're needy. you need cock inside of you, admit it." the lack of lubrication on his cock is aggravating, a tedious process he'd gone through countless times in his life. "yes, i do." brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, shouta smiles softly, pulling your body towards him. "and you know what, i bet i can go more rounds than you."
"you're challenging me?" the atmosphere in the room feels ten times heavier, your look of pure eroticism a reflection of himself. "damn right, why don't i take care of this cute pussy?" out of nowhere, shouta's hand delivers a harsh slap against your cunt, strings of wetness staining his palm. "you're so messy," he grins, hand striking your poor pussy repeatedly from multiple angles. "never met a woman who could get this sloppy wet for me. and just from dry humping?" he rips away at your skimpy panties, tearing the cheap fabric and removing it from your body entirely. "these are soiled, might as well use 'em on you later."
"sho, my pussy hurts." chuckling, your lover lowers you onto your back and places a pillow behind your head. "yeah, but you love it. just aching to get your hole stretched and fucked. naughty little thing." the essence from your pussy let him coat his cock sufficiently, making the process of jerking off that much more pleasurable. "can't wait for you to soak this big dick, you ready? think you'll pass out before me?" propping himself up on one knee, he fills the space between your legs with his large body. "challenge accepted."
neither of you bothered to keep track of how long you'd been fucking. last he checked, it was approximately noon by the time he'd emptied his first load straight into your womb, panties stuffed in your mouth to reduce your volume. "round one, took a while for me to really get it up but look where we are." it was hard to believe, but the well endowed hero undoubtedly grew even more after releasing for the first time. "now it's time to really destroy this pussy, just like you need during your ovulation period."
unable to speak, he withdraws the panties from your mouth, wanting to hear his name fall from your lips. "sho, need more. i want more cum, one load isn't enough." his eyes follow your body's curves down to your pubic mound, finally settling on your drenched folds. "don't worry, you know i've got plenty more to give you. not gonna tap out yet, not for a while." he swore he meant it, swore his body wouldn't collapse into a pile of sweaty and tangled limbs. but your warmth is simply too much, walls suffocating the life out of his dick before he can even produce another hot load.
"more, more!" he groans at your pleads, each backwards thrust of your ass meeting his pelvis while he's spearing your pussy from behind. "don't make me gag you again, slut. lower your voice. there's other people living here." the heat your body puts you through has your brain foggy, hormones flaring and contributing to oversensitivity. the build up to an orgasm torments you just enough up until your sweet release, one which borders between bliss and agony.
"how long has it been, four rounds? five? fuck's sake, i've fucked your slutty body in all these positions. you've cum more times than you remember. but my dick keeps working. it won't go down." he swipes his forehead with the back of his hand, stray hairs plastered down by copious amounts of sweat. briefly, his mind flashes with old memories, flashbacks from before his sex life changed for the better. "sho! you're still hard, need it from a new angle." your demand snaps him back into reality, his loosened grip on your thighs turning rigid.
"your pussy is all i can think about on patrol," he hoists your legs atop his shoulders. "stretching it, licking that pretty clit." you're unsure where the pleasure starts and ends, overwhelmed by the persistent force of his hips clashing. "you've ruined me, you know that? i've always been a horny bastard, but with you? could fuck you for days. could keep doing this till your pussy's too stretched for her own good." he ignores the signs of his body screaming at him to slow down, take a breather, hydrate.
"we've been at it for how long? couple hours. maybe more, but- i'm not done. and you're not done. are you sweetheart?" he wants you to say yes, needs you to at the rate he's exerting himself, to finally surrender to the intoxicating pleasure. "you're not gonna tap out, are you?" he wasn't going to win this battle, a challenge he'd accepted had backfired on him completely. "fuck no, princess. you know i'm not the type to tap out-"
"then why are your hips moving so strange?" fuck, you noticed. the sign of him losing control of his body, a weakness he never imagined would appear during sexual intimacy. "because, baby. i'm shooting blanks. that's what happens when a man keeps cumming, but doesn't ejaculate." while speaking to you, he rarely withdraws his cock, choosing to bask in the heat the simmers between your bodies. followed by a series of gentle and shallow thrusts, he chokes on a moan at the sensation of your walls clamping around his dick again. "you really are something, huh."
"just give it up, sho." your ankles lock behind his back, holding him in place. "all that front about having such a high sex drive, and my ovulating self has put your body through the wringer. hasn't it?" he doesn't want to give in, indulge in your fantasy or backpedal on his statement. "what, you want me to fuck you hard again? think my dick can't handle it? i think i've got one more load for you. alright?"
one more. he could produce one more, but he needed to be careful about this. "where do you want it? in your pathetic pussy as usual?" a messy combination of semen and your own cum drips out the sides of his cock, shouta shifting in annoyance. "in my pussy, please. from the side, too." the sofa had enough room, giving him proper space to spoon your from behind and cradle your upper body. he presses the thick head against your hole, lifting up one leg and bending it at the knee on an angle.
"you're all mine." the first thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, an unparalleled amount of force from his hips. the level of noise doesn't bother him anymore, smirking at your cries and mewls bouncing off the thin walls. "i'll make sure this cock tires you out first, i'm not losing to you." the minute he feels your legs give out, his chest tightens with the uncontrollable urge to release again. "want another load? another creampie?"
"mhm!" you babble, body limp. "then i'll give it to you, right now. and then we'll see who's the winner." right as he's near climax, two fingers come forward to pinch your clit. it was an unfair trick, but the finishing touch needed to unravel you as he pumps his final load inside. "sh, relax." he tenderly massages your waist and hips, locating the most sensitive regions as your chest heaves from the mindbending orgasm. "that was a dirty trick," you murmur, head lolling to the side in defeat. "i'm done. i lose, you win. now run me a bath."
your lover obliges, untangling himself from his position to pursue the aftercare you need. "of course, my love."
synopsis your body and sex appeal makes it very hard for shouta to be a gentleman
content fem!reader (depicted as hyperfeminine) marking, lingerie, playing with your tits, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, vibrators, male masturbation, sitting on his face, choking
gentleman!aizawa holds doors for you, pulls out a chair before you sit down and always keeps his promises. he remembers important dates, such as birthdays and anniversaries, ensuring he has enough time to get flowers, cards and other items to spoil you rotten with. he wishes to marry you someday, and being your husband and provider is a title he takes more seriously than anything. due to his age, he's more familiar with traditional aspects of marriage and will likely ask your father before proposing.
gentleman!aizawa didn't expect you to be so open to intimacy after only a month of dating. the last thing he wanted was to give off the wrong impression about his dating intentions, or impose on your boundaries. but when you're sitting across from him on the sofa, posture resembling a perfect doll, his self control hangs on by a thread. your skirt is hiked up to where the hem of your panties is visible, a nice contrast to your soft skin that is appears so sinful to his eyes. he wants nothing more than to hook his thumbs beneath the hem and wreck the delicate lace adorning your hips. murmur sweet nothings against your inner thighs that he'd spread to his liking, zero barrier between his mouth and your dripping cunt.
gentleman!aizawa knows how quickly his hands wander once they're latched onto your body. he starts with your blouse, severing each button with unrivaled excitement he didn't know he was capable of feeling. the silk material is thrown over your head, exposing the upper portion of a beautiful matching lingerie set you purchased for his eyes only. he doesn't pursue touching you the same way as a neglectful lover would, waiting for your clear consent before his hands are able to roam freely. a gentleman silently asks for permission, with body language restrained but eyes honing in on the seductive shape on your lips. best believe when he's given the green light, you'll feel each trace left behind, marks adorning the most vulnerable surfaces of your body.
gentleman!aizawa is in awe at the sight of your fully nude body, breath hitching and fingers trembling as they brush against your collarbones. they move instinctively down the valley of your breasts, ghosting over your tummy and settling atop your pubic mound. preparing your body for ultimate pleasure is an absolute must, and he hopes to achieve mastery of how to touch you in all the right ways. nimble fingers glide over your nipples that stiffen into peaks, ideal to pinch and roll between his fingertips. there's so much more of your body to explore, yet he can't get his fingers to abandon your nipples, the sweetest mewls slipping past your lips with each tweak.
gentleman!aizawa gets off on watching him fuck you in front of mirror, he calls it private voyeurism, but in reality he's just a damn pervert. he purchased a mirror specifically to fit the dimensions of your bodies, one that can be placed just about anywhere in the house. a favorite of his would be mutual masturbation, with you slotted between his legs and your back glued to his broad chest. either his fingers or your vibrator are placed directly on your clit, working at an intensity that shakes your body to the core. he expects you to keep your legs spread the entire time, and if you're able to withstand the overstimulation, he'll reward you with a new type of orgasm. one that's entirely up to your discretion and gives him plenty of time to worship you.
gentleman!aizawa adores the naturally sexuality that radiates from you, the sheer amount of sex appeal was what attracted him in the first place. there's shame attached to it regarding the sleepless nights he's spent jerking off to fantasies of you. during your first couple weeks of dating, he'd gone through three bottles of lubricant and countless tissue boxes. he's partial to hyperfeminine women, ones that wear mid thigh length skirts, twirl strands of hair around their finger on dates and are mildly ditzy. a woman like you, who masks how much of a filthy cockslut she is with an innocent yet sensual facade.
gentleman!aizawa is a confident man, but draws the line at being outwardly narcissistic or arrogant in his public life. he entertains himself by teasing you after being gone for an entire day that's packed with work and late patrols. but in his private sex life? he knows the extent to how he's got you wrapped around his finger, and how much of a slut you're willing to be for him. there's a charisma associated with his kinky side, walking a fine line between being a pure gentleman and a ruthless pleasure dom. one thing about him is certain, there's no doubt that he's more well endowed than the average man, and that's a quality he's secretly proud of.
gentleman!aizawa has conditioned you to make eye contact during sex, something you were wary of doing when you started sleeping together. watching your face contort in bliss while he's deep inside of you is validating for him not only as a man but a lover. he acknowledges how you're frightened of getting your heart broken, that if so you'd never lose yourself in a man's eyes ever again. he proves to you that chivalry isn't dead, how his love and devotion shines when he's making love to you. how painful it would be for him to lose the woman who motivates him to work harder, make sacrifices for you and become a better man.
gentleman!aizawa hates it when your body hovers over his face instead of actually sitting on it. especially since you know how damn strong he is, that you won't actually hurt him and his tongue is dying to bury itself in your pussy. his arms will force your thighs down, smiling into your folds now that he can rub your cunt up and down his nose and chin. he insists that you soak him, squirt all over his face and suffocate him between your thighs. he doesn't need to breath, not when his cheeks are stained with your essence from sucking your clit into his mouth too many times. don't argue with him either, because he's not afraid of bouncing you on his tongue for a good hour.
gentleman!aizawa buys expensive jewelry that you're only allowed to wear when he's fucking you senseless. it's the type of jewelry that none of your ex boyfriends could dream of affording, studded with exceptional rhinestones and fitted to your size. on your anniversary, he ordered you to wear only the diamond necklace he purchased for the occasion. the piece is not too loose, not too tight and he can't resist wrapping his fingers around your throat from behind. careful not to crush your windpipe and applying enough pressure to induce a mind numbing dizzying effect. he's fascinated with how your body sways, hips meeting the ferocity of his thrusts completely as his mercy.
in short, gentleman!aizawa memorizes your body like the back of his hand. he doesn't have time to play childish games, put his needs on the back burner or sabotage a future for the two of you. make sure he's well fed, well fucked and prioritized, and he's ready to give you the world.
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shouta's definition of trying for a baby far exceeds the normal rate at which newlyweds fuck
your husband's hands haven't left your body since the night of your wedding, hours spent worshipping each other and surrendering to pleasure designed to emulate love. the first rays of sunlight creep through your blinds, the gentle heat nourishing your tired bodies. his hands are splayed protectively over your stomach, and he thinks back to the last night's heavy conversation.
"since i've made you my wife, my dearest. are you willing to give me a family?"
you learned from dating shouta how much love he had to give, a different strain of affection reserved for little ones he could call his own. they'd take after him in nature, a tad insecure in their adolescence spent doubting their abilities.
but they'd have your features, the same gleam in their irises and emotions to humble them. at first the thought of fatherhood terrified him, it would give him something immeasurable to lose. he'd always been dealt a poor hand when it came to companionship, people to mutually love and protect in his life.
now officially a husband, he was indebted to you and could no longer cloak himself in grief. his past was immaterial, and whether or not it mattered completely dissolved each time he left his feelings in your care.
he hums into you shoulder, jostled by your sudden movements beneath the sheets. "missed me, love?" more light emerges from beyond the curtains, eradicating the darkness and forcing your husband out of bed. he throws on a pair of sweatpants and heads to the kitchen, the lack of his presence easing you out of bed. "is that my beautiful wife? looking so delectable this early in the morning." setting his mug aside, shouta observes as you reach for his favorite cereal.
"nice try, babe. but, i'm a bit short on time." he couldn't be late for patrol, not again. "you should at least eat something. besides just black coffee, that doesn't count."
"you know what i think? there's more important matters that i need to tend to before patrol. and it's something we can take care of in less than ten minutes." his smirk makes his intentions obvious, the outline of his cock apparent underneath his grey sweatpants that he deliberately wore on purpose. "how many children do you want me to give you?" the weight of his hands rests steady on your shoulders and you can feel the rapid heartbeat in his ribcage.
"was dreaming of it last night, sho." his hands drift towards your waist, the sensual touch rising your body temperature. "i want lots of kids, enough for you to provide for. to love, to cherish." leaning back into his embrace, the feel of his erection rests against your lower back. "see? my priority isn't food, sweetheart. it's knocking you up." he sneakily lifts the waistband, lowering it further down his chiseled abdomen and revealing his happy trail. "you're just so fucking perfect, i can't resist breeding you before patrol." he's aware you can't resist him, either. he's all muscle, hefty and strong and so damn masculine it drives you insane with lust.
he loves that he'll never have to reach for that cursed latex ever again, at least not for a good while. not when your leg is hoisted on the counter at just the right angle for him to enter your glistening cunt. "you don't have much time," you glance at the clock and then back at your unbothered husband. "yeah, we do. and even if we didn't have less than five minutes. your cunt's just begging for me to slide in her." he taps his cockhead against your hole, watching it flutter around nothing. "and what if i was late for patrol? can't have the friendly neighborhood hero slacking off cause he's banging his hot wife."
"with the intention to knock her up." he's in you right as the last word tumbles from your lips. his cock soaks in your wetness, practically bottoming out on the first thrust alone. he throbs low in your guts, kicking off his sweatpants to steady himself behind you. "fuck, you can't say things like that. makes me want to do inappropriate things to you. like, what just happened." he peeks at the clock, the realization dawning on him that he's got less than one minute to blow his load.
"sorry, didn't mean to casually slam into you like that." your breasts are trapped against the cold counter, nipples hardening uncomfortably. shouta's hand on your elevated leg starts to gravitate up near your hips, using the slope of your body to his advantage. "like hell, you did that on purpose. you like riling yourself up and ruining me."
"those two things are a deadly combination, i must admit." and he doesn't slow down, because physical touch has always been his primary love language. it grounds him as a man, balances his relationship with you and provides him with insight to strengthen it.
so when his hips lose control from how hard he's pounding into you, desperate to release pent up emotion, time freezes. patrol can wait, especially if he gets to run his fingers through your messy hair when your orgasm dies down. he's not just trying for a baby anymore. he's aching for a reason to take control and fill you with the love that has laid dormant in his heart for years.
synopsis you're super eager to sleep with your new boyfriend, but he's unsure if you body is truly ready for how he wants to ruin you
content shouta's got a monster cock and a bush, manspreading, sloppy head, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie
the last two months flew by as if they were a prolonged daydream. your boyfriend had never once pressured you for intimacy, awaiting for you to take the lead and guide him with your body's movements. truthfully, a major part of his hesitance came from reflecting on his past sexual experiences and relationships. he could read women's bodies like the back of his hand after only one night, capable of shrouding them in pleasure for as long as they'd have him. as an emotionally closed off man, maintaining a relationship past physical intimacy required double the effort.
the type of effort only you gave him the incentive to act upon. your company made him dizzy with affection, floating on cloud nine with a newfound clarity towards love. he discovered purpose in taking care of you, wanting to become a better man if it meant waking up tangled in your sheets. he felt guilty for his lack of communication, as it did both of you a disservice. his abnormally high sex drive consumed him with lust, an emotion he was known to trade with love. the possibility of sabotaging the love he shared absolutely terrified him, which led to initiating an anxiety inducing but much needed conversation.
"there's something that's been on my mind for the past couple weeks." you set a few grocery bags on the counter, redirecting your attention to your already tense boyfriend. "can we, sit down and talk about it?" he motions for you to follow him into the living area, adjusting the pillows on the sofa to make room. "what's up, sho?"
"it's about my needs in our relationship, something that we've barely touched on. but it's causing me to lose sleep and it feels increasingly awful for me to keep this from you." your boyfriend is infamous for avoiding eye contact, preferring to shift where he's seated while tapping his fingers anxiously against his knee. "it's about our sex life. or, lack thereof. sex is, well. something that is important to me and always has been. i just never wanted to pressure you, or make you feel obligated. but if i continue to hide this side of me-"
"sho, calm down." clasping your small hand over his knee, his chest heaves one final time before relaxing. "it's my fault for postponing this for so long, too. i've been wanted us to be intimate ever since we met." your reassurance lifted an enormous burden off of his shoulders, but transitions into blaming himself for not speaking up earlier. "fuck, i'm so sorry. we shoulda had this talk at the start."
"are you insecure about something?" his heart races at your question, remembering the women who flooded him with shame over being "too big." he was past being well endowed, a solid ten inches complete with a slight curve and a generous thickness. "just a bit worried, is all. in the past, there's been difficulties." it wasn't just his size, but his libido and stamina that even experienced women struggled to keep up with. "what kind of difficulties? show me, i promise. i won't judge." his bulge throbs underneath the black fabric of his jeans, growing as your hand migrated to his thigh.
"fuck, see what you do to me?" he leans back, muscular arms behind his head and legs parted to stabilize himself. "not even half way hard yet, kinda hurts in there. can i- take it out?" the not halfway hard part completely goes over your head, your nimble fingers proceeding to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. "mh, feels better now." his hips thrust upwards unconsciously, your eyes marveling at his cock that you're convinced is fully erect. "you can touch it, if you want." the lower half is still hidden under his boxers, with only the fat tip visible leaking a bead of precum. "i've always thought about doing this, just never felt brave enough to ask. i'm not the most- experienced person."
fuck. that was a problem. or maybe it wasn't, it could be the mass amounts of adrenaline in his body or his tendency to overthink until his head spun. "and you know, that's okay. experience isn't a factor to me. it's all about making you feel good." your fingers are right there, only inches away from touching his tip. "but i'm still a really kinky girl, and i hope that's okay with you." inexperienced yet freaky? oh, he was going to have fun with you.
the second your fingers wrap around his girth, the relief he'd been deprived of rushes throughout his body. "shit, baby. you said you're kinky? how do you feel about big cocks, then?" you wink at him in response, sinking down to your knees and slotting between his legs. "i fucking love them. now, can i?" he raises his hips eagerly, allowing you to pull down his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs. "sorry, i didn't shave. forgot." you shrug uncaringly, not fazed by the unruly bush especially since his thick cock never seemed to stop growing.
inching closer, you breathe in his scent. masculine, musky and reminiscent of the expensive cologne he'd always wear. it takes both hands to firmly grasp the base, cock standing tall and proud and hard as fucking steel for you. "most women don't like it, how big i am. you sure it's- okay?" you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to the tip to collect his precum. "you're dating a size queen. i love big cocks, they're one of my kinks." shouta's eyes roll back, content feeling your tongue swirling around the head but aching for more. "go down, a little more. show me how much of a size queen you are." he removes one arm from behind his head and forms a ponytail to tug on as your lips stretch around his girth.
"wanna feel you. fuck, tap me if it's too much though." he's gentle, but you're unsure how long his mercy will continue and your lips are expanded past their limit. he's satisfied with your progress, willing to enjoy the warmth of your mouth before you pull off. he gradually rolls his hips, riding the early waves of pleasure with eyes sewn shut and soft grunts escaping him. "been needing this so bad, baby. you don't even know." wanting more of his erotic noises, you move both wrists in opposite directions near his base to apply friction. neglecting his hold on your hair, he lightly fastens his fingers atop yours to properly stroke him. "feels so good when you jerk me off at the same time. but, i wanna feel you choke on me. so, how about i jerk off while you take the first half down that pretty throat?"
no other man in your life had uttered such filth to you, and it turned you on beyond comprehension. shouta's hand takes control, leaving your hands to rest on your thighs for the time being. "hey, i'm waiting." he taps the head against your cheek, a smug grin on his face watching your head sink down. shouta knows his cock better than anyone else. knows how to stroke it, the right amount of lube to drown his shaft in, the perfect pressure and friction it takes to orgasm hard. "keep using that perfect tongue, drool around me some more too." tossing his head back, his strokes become quicker and more precise. "fuck, i'm close."
you're quick to pull off, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and taking in the blank expression from underneath. "why'd you-" he barely has a chance to speak before you're climbing onto him, legs poised on the sides of his hips. "oh, so this is what you want? to get fucked?" in all seriousness, he was afraid of hurting you. kinky or not, a cock of his caliber would certainly cause tearing without sufficient prep. "sho, trust me. i'm so fucking wet, feel me. feel my pussy." he slithers his hand between your legs, two fingers parting your folds to examine your wetness. "not enough," he concludes. "you're not ready to take me. i've heard all of that bravado from other women, they claim the same thing. they love big cocks, want to feel it in their stomach. that's until i'm halfway seated and they're in pain."
his intimidation tactics don't scare you, you know they're rooted in insecurities of his. fear of losing you, but mostly the possibility of injuring you. "then we go slow. i'm on top so i can control the depth. i'm getting wetter by the second, just let me prove it." he's never truly let himself go, let himself get completely lost in the feeling of fucking a woman's pussy. always having to pull out to ease his partner's discomfort and finish in the shower afterwards. "just don't hurt yourself." he mutters defensively, but the consent is all you need to slide his tip through your glistening folds. "holy fuck."
he reminds himself it's you who's in control, but your enthusiasm is what spurs him on. it's what has the blood accelerating to his loins at an alarming speed, and he's not at all ready for your cunt's vice grip. "fuck!" your pussy swallows his entire tip, clenching impossibly tight around the ultra sensitive nerves. every fiber in his being is screaming at him not to thrust, that if he bucks his hips once he'll cause damage to your poor cunt. "baby, it feels too good. if you keep going, i might lose it."
"and that's exactly what i want you to do." miraculously, you're able to lower your pussy a few inches further, encasing his shaft in pure heavenly bliss. "you're so tight, give me a second. or-" he doesn't finish the sentence, face flushed red with embarrassment at how close he truly is. "won't you fuck me, sho?" one swivel of your hips has your boyfriend arching his back, grinding his pelvis as more cock disappears inside of you. "you already took this much," he wipes the sweat from his brow, chest tightening with every movement. the man is in shock, knowing he's never been more aroused in his life. he peers down, noticing how your juices have leaked around his base and pool beneath his balls.
"you're like an angel. a fuckin' filthy angel at that." all is right in the world feeling your weight on top, his gorgeous girlfriend fully impaled on a cock that other women were petrified of. "think you're ready for me to thrust?" he's too horny to wait for a verbal answer, frantically starting to buck his hips upwards repeatedly. more sweat drenches his chest and slides down his happy trail, his fingers digging crescent moons into your waist. "can't believe you- took this big cock like it was nothin' baby. that's how i know you're mine. all mine. think another guy's got a dick like this?"
"n- no, sho. feels so big. can feel it deep in my guts." despite being inexperienced, it's simple to tell if a man is tumbling towards his climax. "do i have permission, baby? can i cum inside?" you weren't on birth control, but the speed of his cock spearing your soaked cunt was building up your own impending orgasm. "please, i need you cum. want all of it from that big dick." he sneakily presses his thumb against your exposed clit, eliciting a cry from deep within you. the sweet agony devastates your body, sharp surges of pleasure coming and going. "that's so hot, think i'm gonna flood this cunt. that what you want? gonna be a huge load, too."
it's up to shouta to maneuver your weakened body, using your pussy as a fleshlight without much strength. "cumming, now. fucking take it, take it all." he wasn't joking, your boyfriend was so pent up after not releasing for almost one week. the sheer amount of cum that he produced was downright nasty. after the first two spurts, his seed tricked past where your lips were stretched around him. "sorry, i thought that was it. i was done." he calmly blinks, the post orgasm glow suiting him perfectly.
"come here, baby." his cock softens inside your hole, slipping out due to the lubrication from your combined efforts. a soft pat to your back is followed by a tender kiss on the forehead, his anxiety diminished. "sho, we really- shoulda talked about this before." your voice cracks, matching the exhausted state of your body as your boyfriend massages your shoulders. "yes, i know. you'll forgive me, no? also. now that i know how much of a slut you are for my big cock, we'll have as much fun as we want."
