summary: oh, so you wanna ask him âis that all youâve got?â while heâs balls deep inside you and see what happens? hereâs a lil hint for you: heâs not gonna be very happy with you.
contains : explicit smut (18+), brat taming, overstimulation, mentions of squirting, pet names, teasing, creampie, cw blood (his staple tore a lil bit), slight cw degradation (calls u dumb, but he also calls u cute !!), his dick has piercings <3, hate sex ??
âlook at you,â you hear dabi growl from just above you, his hand pushing your face deeper into your couch as soon as youâre trying to spit a slew of curses at him, âwhatâs the matter? thatâs quite the face youâre making.â
his pace doesnât falter, still relentless even when heâs jutting out his tongue to quickly swipe at the blood thatâs begun to drip down the side of his mouth, the result of the way his lips are overly stretched in a scary smileâ his mouth spreading a bit too far from the way heâs laughing at how youâre squealing underneath him. âs-shut up,â you try and bark back, voice trailing off into a loud gasp when he hits a particularly deep spot inside you, âitâs t-too much. you gotta.. gotta slow down..!â
âaww, you poor, poor thing,â heâs feigning sympathy, a terrible job at itâ but the thumb that was previously pressing into your cheek a moment ago is now rubbing soothing circles against the skin. it does absolutely nothing to comfort you, only making your eyebrow twitch in annoyance at the mere thought.
âbut.. i wouldnât be complaining if i was you, little girl.â
you can smell the familiar scent of smoke as soon as heâs lowering himself to loom over you, the cold staples that line his chest now pressing against your back as you shiver. the movement has him suddenly reaching even deeper inside you, your eyes rolling further back into your skull when you feel a mixture of his cum and your juices spill out onto the fabric beneath you.
he was big enough as is⊠had already emptied himself inside you once tonight, got you completely filled up to the brim and yet youâre still somehow able to vividly feel the piercings lining his dick drag along your walls with each and every thrust.
the same walls heâs been so insistent on training. the same walls heâs always having to force to stretch out for him, make them open up and accommodate his thickness. itâs always been a mystery to him as to why youâ down to your pussy, always act like such a fucking brat with him. just how many times has he taken you by now?
bent you over your couch, your table, heâs even taken you right on your welcome mat. but no matter how many times he buries his cock in you, he still has to spend his time working his fingers in you, get you all stretched out and ready to take him.
how much longerâs it gonna take for your pussy to ingrain the shape of his dick in its little mind?
he wants to make that happen tonight.
you hear dabi loudly grunt above you before heâs suddenly grabbing you by your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to crane your neck and peer back of him, cock twitching when he sees you shoot him your best attempt a glare.
âahh, still a fuckinâ brat,â he acknowledges, âlooks like our practice has been helping your stamina.â his voice is steady and low, and if it wasnât for the hungry and crazed look in his eyesâ one you can easily recognize as the same look he gets when he wants to see you screaming and shaking under him.. youâd probably think he was bored otherwise.
âyou know⊠if you didnât have such a cute face,â heâs leaning in, and he has to stifle a laugh when your eyes flutter shut in expectance. ohâ you cutie. did you really think he was about to give you a little kiss?
how adorable of you. so you really can be sweet sometimes.
thereâs a tight squeeze to your cheeks to get you back to looking at him, your tired eyes meeting with his again as your lips are forcefully puffing out in a pathetic pout from his grip. âthere you are. said that if you didnât have that face, then itâd be my foot pushing your head down on that couch and not my hand.â
âconsider yourself lucky.â
â..huh?â you ask incredulously, and heâs immediately taking back what he previously thought about you being sweet, not with that attitude youâre giving him. your voice is breathless, and he can tell your mind has already started to go dizzy from how good he feels, but you still have your pride if nothing elseâ much to dabiâs dismay. ây-youâd better not..â youâre panting now, âput your grimy feet anywhere near my face.â
he only laughs. god, heâd never even dream of ruining that pretty face.
âyea, yea,â he coos, abruptly letting go with a disappointed shrug of his shoulders as you yelp, hands coming to catch yourself as you fall back onto the couch. ânot that itâd even matter, dollface⊠âs not gonna change the way youâre looking right now.â
he doesnât give you a chance to retort, hands gripping around your hips now as he repeatedly pulls you back into him, bullying his achy cock into you over and over, ecstatic with the way you have to scramble to get a tighter grip on the couch, keep yourself braced and grounded so he doesnât fuck you right off onto the floor.
and youâre being so loud. did you really even hate him? your neighbors wouldnât think so. in fact, no one in a one mile radius would think so.
they would think you loved him.
âhow cuteâ youâre already looking ruined,â thereâs a subtle shake to his voice, a tell-tale sign that heâs starting to get close to his high, and the way heâs slamming so deep inside you is only a second confirmation of that. âcompletely ruined. howâs that feel?â
ââm not,â you spit back, glare contorting to a lewd expression as soon as he finds the spot thatâll have you creaming in seconds. close. you were so close, and itâs always about now when he starts fucking you like you were nothing but a toy.
âyeah?â and you absolutely hate that you know him well enough to be able to tell that heâs grinning ear to ear at the way youâve started to tremble under him, âyouâd break into pieces if i took off the brakes.â
âbut you asked for it huh? want me to destroy you and turn you into my dumb little cocksleeve?â heâs louder now, raising his voice so you can hear him over the shrieking sound of your moans, âdonât needa ask twice, doll. now shut that bratty mouth of yours up already.â
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guided letting goâŠmaking a sub hold till they canât anymore. when they say âI canât control it anymoreâ pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,âcâmon you can do itâ while they shake like a dog.
Then when youâve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, âlook at what a wet spot you made, letâs make it biggerâ. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, itâs useless. Then you just say, âlet go honey itâs okayâ and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.
katsuki bakugo secretly loves it when you act like a complete brat. he already has that gruff personality that makes him seem angry all the time, but thatâs all a facade when it comes to your bratty tendencies, oh no, heâs not mad at all. thereâs nothing this man loves more than putting you in your place. heâll have you folded into the mattress, knees to your chest, legs resting on his shoulders and he cannot help but feel his balls tighten every time he looks down at your face. so sweet, tears rolling down your fat cheeks as his cock just bullies your pussy. âawe, whatâs a matter, crybaby? whereâd all that attitude go?â and he is enjoying this, oh so much. heâll lean down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, hips never once faltering, moving his hand to cup your cheek, all before using his thumb to guide your mouth open. he allows his spit to gather up before letting it go to roll past his lips & he didnât even see you, patiently waiting, tongue lolled out, catching it right on your tongue and swallowing it so fast, as if that was the last things youâd ever get from him. the last time youâd ever taste him. the scene enough for him to completely fill you to the brim then and there. âno, no more âsukiâ youâd whine trying to push him off, to no avail, too cock drunk and overstimulated, ââs too much. i canât,â youâd pout and heâd grab your hand, pinning it above your head. âbut this what you wanted, you begged for this crybaby. i think that you have a couple more in ya,â as heâd pepper kisses along your jaw line, nibbling at your neck before stuffing his cock back inside, and oh how he wishes that you would just brat out a little more. âĄ
Could you do maybe Alastor having you sit on his lap for a while only to then start bouncing his leg and forcing you to basically hump his thigh to get off? Heâs so hot istg
a/n: gnawing at the bars of my enclosure over this. got carried away đ this is not proof read whatsoever lol.
alastor was never one for PDA, or at least he thought so. Until he met you, and was enamored with your every move, every touch. he didn't much care for sharing you, but little miss princess of hell was on a tangent of making the hotel inhabitants spend "quality bonding time" together at least once a month.
so here you all sit for a movie night, everyone paired off in their own comfy corner while some silly movie played on the old tv projector. alastor hated these events for multiple reasons, but he at least was able to enjoy having you sit snug on his lap. he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first, but he's been bouncing his leg for the last several minutes, and it's been slowly driving you mad.
the friction has you letting out a shudder, your loose pajama shorts not doing much to prevent your pussy from feeling every slide of his thigh. this finally catches alastor's attention, his hands snaking around your waist to anchor you in place. "what's the matter? not comfortable, love?" he mocks, keeping his voice faint so the others don't hear. his leg bounces with more purpose now and you're forced to put your hand over your own mouth.
you shake your head to answer his question but when you try to remove yourself from his lap, his grip around your waist tightens almost painfully. you're sure there's a wet spot on your shorts, threatening to spread to alastor's pants as well, especially when you feel his claws digging ever so slightly into the soft flesh of your stomach. "stay." he grumbles, watching the way your hips twitch with every slow drag of his thigh.
"naughty thing, you are. in front of our friends?" his breath tickles your ear while you nervously glance around the room. no one seems to notice you're about thirty seconds from cumming all over alastor's lap, but the thought of anyone knowing was working you up even further. you can't help it, your body moving on it's own as it seeks out the sweet friction of alastor's warmth beneath you. "t-touch me, please." you manage, finding your orgasm would come faster if he'd just slip his hand in between your thighs.
alastor has to muffle his laugh as to not alert the others. "no can do, darling." his hips meet yours, and you let out a small gasp when you feel his cock pressing stiffly against your ass. all you'd have to do it pull your shorts to the side and he'd be in you already. "needy little whores can get themselves off if they so desire." the growl in his voice is almost enough to push you over the edge on it's own, but the way he forces your hips forward and back on his bouncing thigh certainly helps.
with each drag, your core tightens. the familiar heat pools low in your gut. and when your orgasm finally rolls through you, alastor clamps a hand over your mouth while the other continues pulling your hips into his. your whole body shakes, eyes rolling into the back of your head as alastor pulls your back flush against his chest. your heaving breaths are a dead giveaway, along with the bright red flush to your cheeks. luckily, everyone seems to be happily involed with the movie and none the wiser to your dirty little secret.
alastor releases his grip and watches you sink into his chest. his cock pressed painfully into your back still, and its taking all of your willpower not to impale yourself on it. and honestly? if no one heard any of that, would they hear anything if you slipped it in? it was too tempting not to try. "a-al please." you whisper, biting your bottom lip. "n-need you still." alastor always said he was a man of strong resolve, but you were his biggest weak spot.
with a soft sigh, alastor wiggles a hand between your bodies and releases his cock from his own pajamas while you pull your shorts to the side. with another glance around the oblivious room, you finally feel that slow, delicious slide of alastor's cock filling you so deep as you sit yourself down. his hands find your hips once more, holding you down with ease.
"don't you dare move a muscle, you hear me darling? you're getting more than you deserve right now. be good, maybe you'll get to have my seed filling you." you clench around him, earning a sharp intake of breath and his nails to dig into you once more. you nod in understanding and try to put your attention back onto the screen, but the feeling of alastor's cock pressed so snug and deep inside your cunt has you seeing stars.
once he's seen that you do intend to listen, he sneaks a hand down the front of your shorts and toys with your still sensitive clit. it's enough to have your whole body shivering, shaking in his lap as you fight off the desire to moan out his name. you grind your hips this time, unable to stop your body from seeking more pleasure.
its only a matter of a few more minutes before alastor's has you coming undone in his lap, your second orgasm not quite as strong but still enough that you bite your lip hard enough to bleed so you don't scream. alastor's follows soon behind you, your tight walls milking out every drop of cum into the deepest parts of you. it's intoxicating, you physically feel dizzy as you come back to your senses and realize alastor really just came in you while in front of all your friends.
in a panic, you want to scramble off of his lap but alastor holds you to him. "you want to run off with my cum dripping out of you? sit. we'll handle this later." the cold sound of his voice post orgasm makes you almost whine. he always sounds so hot after cumming, like the lust takes over his voice and just-
"oh! you guys are out of popcorn! i will be right back." charlie's voice pulls you from your erotic daydream and back into the world of- holy shit you just had sex in front of everyone-
alastor chuckles. "why thank you charlie! such a kind and considerate host. maybe bring us a... salty little treat as well." he winks to the princess, who just smiles and trots off for more snacks.
Old man Bakugou (who isnât even that old, but god I want him)
Warnings: 18+, retired!Pro-Hero Dynamight, Bakugou is 50, reader is like half his age or more or less idc but Bakugou is older.
Bakugou retires at fifty. Itâs much younger than a lot of other heroes that have paved the way for him, and yet heâs accomplished so much that itâs time for him to step aside for the future Pros. The ones that still have so much drive and energy, and are ready to conquer their dreams just like he was.
It gives up a place in the top five rankings for another younger, keen Pro-Hero to take his place. But of course Dynamight is still popular, and heâs still got a loyal fan base that continue to adore him even into his retirement.
Bakugou is still recognised when he goes out to restaurants and coffee shops, full of people trying to grab his autograph or share stories of how they grew up with him and watched him reach number one.
And then thereâs youâ he meets you one night at a bar when heâs nursing a beer, trying to adjust to having a free schedule instead of protecting the city. And he canât help but notice the way your eyes glisten when you notice him, leaning against the bar beside his stool as you tilt your head inquisitively.
âNo way, youâre Dynamight? My mom used to love you.â
And once again Bakugou is reminded of just how old he is, his blond hair now mixed with wisps of silver, the thick stubble that frames his jaw well on its way to being a beard, his muscular chest now curved with soft pudge and blond hairs and his back aches as he sits on the barstool.
âShe had the biggest crush on you when she was younger,â You take a seat beside him as you sip at your own drink, âHad posters and figures up of you and everything.â
Bakugou doesnât know how it happenedâ or why a pretty young thing like you wants anything to do with him. Heâs gotta be twice your age, maybe moreâ but the casual conversation continues and youâre practically leaning into him now, pretty eyes glazed over as you stare down at his lips.
âIâve always wondered what it would be like to fuck an old man,â You tease, but you should be careful what you wish for, âCan you even still get it up?â
Bakugou reckons he should have you over his knee for that comment alone, but thatâs all it takes for him to have his beer bottle slamming down onto the bar as he grabs you by the wrist.
Barely ten minutes later Bakugou has your knees pushed up to your chest inside the dingy dive bar bathroom. Your knickers bunched around them to keep your thighs together as he rams his thick, hard cock inside your tight cunt. The ferocity of his thrusts unlike anything youâve felt before and youâre certain you can feel him in your lungs. Your naive hole squelches around him, your essence leaking out of you and soaking his heavy balls as the only words that leave your lips now are incoherent babbles. Your hands cling to him for some semblance of reality, painted nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in his forearms. Your grip rough enough to break his skin and join the multiude of scars that already marr his body.
Your head knocks against the mirror with each cant of his hips but you could care less. The pleasure surging through your veins has your mind hazy, his hulking body practically folds you in two as he looms over you, burying his cock inside you to the hilt as you feel so full.
Youâre positive you look debauched. Your pretty lipstick ruined as itâs smeared across your lips and cheeks, certain youâre drooling down your chin as he fucks you within an inch of your life. Itâs nothing like the inept men around your own age youâd been with before. With age comes experience, and youâre certain you see heaven when a calloused thumb slips between your bodies to press against your puffy clit.
âBe careful what you wish for, sweetheart,â He groans, âThis old manâs gonna have you gushinâ all over his cock.â
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your eyes rolled back as bakugo drilled his hips into you, yanking your head back towards him by your hair so he could growl his demand against you throat. a cry erupted from your lips that you had pressed shut in hopes to say quiet but there was no way you could now.
your hands gripped the duvet as katsuki slammed your face back down towards the bed, placing your spit soaked lips right next to the receiver of his cellphone. your back arched, ass recoiling every time his hips clapped into yours. slick dripped down quivering thighs as whimpers escaped you, face warmed with embarrassment. kirishima was listening on the other end of the line, having a small break from patrol, watching over the night-washed city from his place on a roof. the pants of his uniform were tenting as he listened to your noises garble through the phone. heâd wished he could be there to hear them in person, but this would suffice for now.
it had been your own fault, getting caught touching the wet slit between your legs when kirishima told you to wait until both of them were home. katsuki had slipped into your bedroom as quiet as a church cat, a wicked grin spreading his features. youâd just missed them so much and didnât see the harm and getting in a quickie to hold you over.
a large gloved hand smacked down over your ass, sending a sting to your skin and a fresh tears to your eyes. the ashen blonde could be mean but you both knew kiri was cruel when his rules were pushed aside. the anticipation of what he would do to you when he finally got home, hung in the air thickly.
kiriâs voice, darkened with lust spoke over the phone finally, âdo you think she deserves your cock right now, kats?â
the blondeâs hips faltered, âeh..probably not.â
âiâd strap a vibe to her and let her suffer until i get home, let that pretty little impatient pussy of herâs flutter around nothing for awhile.â
you let out a pathetic sound as your boyfriend pulled out, leaving you empty and clenching at his absence.
âno no..mâsorry ei.â you pleaded softly as katsuki went to search for your toys.
âawe,â you could hear his false pout through the screen, âyouâre so sweet when you apologize. but youâre not sorry yet my love. be good for kats. be home soon.â
after that the line went dead.
âguess redâs pretty angry at you, hm.â katsuki laughed from the other side of the bed, rough fingers coming back to massage your puffy clit.
Fandom: My Hero Academia,
Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Suggestive.
Word Count: 1.6k.
Summary: Closing in on his 20th name day, tradition dictates that Prince Bakugo choose his first concubines.
A/N: This might become a series, but don't hold your breath.
'I don't want a fucking -.'
Grabbing her son by the cheeks, Mitsuki Bakugo fixes the young prince still with a cold stare. 'You will do as you're told.'
'But -'
'It is tradition, Katsuki. Not even your ego is large enough to put an end to that.' She smirks before releasing her hold and wipes a hand on the left hip of her dress. 'Now, come on... You're late.'
Huffing, Bakugo tugs at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles left by his mother, but follows on her heels obediently. Usually, he'd put up more of a fight, throw a proper tantrum, but the pit of curiosity growing in his stomach stops him making too much fuss. He's fucking human, after all. Of course, he's going to be at least a little interested in the collection of concubines that had been assembled specifically for his perusal.
That didn't mean he had any intention of choosing any of them, though.
The doors of the main hall seem more daunting than usual, but Bakugo hides his trepidation well.
Or so he thinks.
Mitsuki's hand touches softly on his shoulder, guiding him, not through the main hall, but down the corridor. She offers out her elbow, letting him cling to her as they continue to drift closer to a small, more intimate, service room.
The marble clicks under their shoes, the sound amplified endlessly as it rings behind them announcing their arrival. Large windows scatter light, bringing out the red in both Bakugo and his mother's eyes as they pass the selection of special guards already stationed outside the room. All seven of them, five sworn to his mother and two to him, are dressed from head to toe in royal finery with the lightest of chain mail glittering over their chests. Swords hang from their hips, but Bakugo knows there are much more deadly weapons hidden under their clothes and tucked away from prying eyes.
Captain Aizawa, one of Mitsuki's most trusted knights bows low when they reach the door.
Reaching out, Mitsuki presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him straight again. 'Enough of that, you'll put your back out.'
Aizawa's mouth moves to argue, but Mitsuki doesn't allow his voice to summon a sound.
'Shouta, you have more than earned the right not to bow.' She chides in a way that makes goose-flesh break out on the other guards, but the Captain simply laughs.
'Is the prince ready, My Lady?'
Mitsuki's hand wraps around her son's bicep giving him a firm squeeze. 'Oh, you know him. Dragged here kicking and screaming.'
Bakugo scowls.
'But, I'm sure he'll manage.'
Another guard, tall and broad in the shoulders with a close crop of dark hair and a booming voice clears his throat. 'If I may speak out of turn, Captain?'
'You will not Yoarashi.'
Mitsuki waves him off. 'Oh, let the boy speak Shouta.'
The guard, Yoarashi, smiles. His teeth are too big for his mouth, but somehow there's still something strikingly handsome about him. Bakugo hates it. 'The consorts have outdone themselves this time, I've never seen a more stunning array of -.'
Captain Aizawa silences his guard with a raised hand. 'That's quiet enough, I think the Queen understands your sentiment.'
'Quite.' Mitsuki smiles, locking a chuckle behind her teeth. 'Speaking of the wonderful job my husbands consort has done, I think it's time to see what Inko has found for us, don't you, Katsuki?'
Bakugo nods, it's all he ca manage with the nerves threatening to make his knees wobble like some common whore. His jaw is tight, teeth clenched in his mouth, but it soon looses as he the doors are thrown wide and he's allowed to step into the room.
Inside the room is dark, the thick red curtains covering the windows putting an end to any natural light that should attempt to slink inside. Instead, the room is illuminated by a series of high torches that cast a godly glow about and perfectly highlighting the row of people stood across the centre of the room.
At once, Inko is upon them. She wraps chubby arms around Bakugo without a second thought and greets his mother with a warm kiss to her hand when offered. Following at her heel is Izuku, her darling son.
'Brother.' Izuku smiles.
'Half Brother.' Bakugo spits the former piece of his sentence, enjoying the way it feels between his lips â the distance it offers him from the man before him. They're the same age. Both Mitsuki and Inko had been pregnant at the same time and the boys born mere months apart, although Inko had done the chief portion of the nursing; especially when Mitsuki's milk had dried up. Something that had lead both women to an unlikely friendship.
'I heard you've outdone yourself this time.' Mitsuki pulls at Bakugo, steering him around to the front of the room.
Bakugo's eyes wonder. There's a conversation flowing in the air around him, but he pays no heed. How can he, when the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is looking directly at him.
The man lifts his head. He is bare to the waist with only the smallest piece of cloth to cover his dignity. If Bakugo where to walk around him, which he just might, he'd bet he'd be able to see his ass in all it's glory.
He has red eyes, violent carnelian, that pierce right to Bakugo's soul and red hair that is tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Licking his lips when he catches the princes' eye, the man smiles, flashing a row of blade-like teeth that threaten to bring Bakugo to his knees.
'Did you hear?' Mitsuki pats Bakugo's lapel.
He didn't, but he nods anyway.
His eyes slip further down the line, silently comparing each concubine to the next, but no-one compares to the red-eyed man until his eyes are blessed by you.
You're near the end, stood beside two others that don't even come close to your beauty with your chin tilted to the floor and your hands clasped neatly before you. Like the others, you're dressed in almost nothing, but it's the bright red 'V' painted onto your skin across the top of your breast bone that has him pausing.
He's seen the mark before and a cursory glance back down the line tells him exactly where. The red head, amongst two or three others, also bare the mark.
Bakugo swallows.
Already he can feel his breeches tightening uncomfortably.
'How many?' He snaps, forcing his eyes from the line and onto Inko.
She blinks. 'Pardon?'
'How many... For my... For my harem?'
'Oh. Most choose at least six to begin with, but after that is custom to add another concubine for each year until you reach 29. Sometimes other kingdoms will offer then as gifts, but you're more than welcome to dismiss -.'
Bakugo raises his hand. 'I don't want a history lesson.'
'Oh, I -.' Inko blushes.
'Brat, watch your tongue...' Mitsuki raises her hand to crack him across the back of the head, but the prince side steps her assault easily.
'I want that one...' He points at you, eyes narrowed and hungry before he turns, pointing at the red haired man at the other end of the room. 'And him. That's all.'
Mitsuki's brow furrows. 'Two? Inko here scourers the kingdom for the finest it had to offer and you choose only two?'
Bakugo folds his arms. He can feel your eyes, the red-heads too, burning through his skin. It makes him hot, makes him wonder what it'll be like when your eyes grow heavy, when they're spotted with ears and your mouths are full of his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
Clearing his throat, he tries to readjust his breeches.
He won't have to imagine soon. No, soon, you'll be his.
'Have them brought to my rooms tomorrow.' Turning on his heel he shouts over his shoulder before storming from the room before his cock begins to soak into his breeches.
Tomorrow, he thinks as soon as the doors slam shit behind him.
That should give him enough time to fist himself stupid to the thought of red eyes and glittering skin.
Hopefully, that would stop him making a fool of himself at the first meeting.
Bakugo already looks bored when you're brought into his rooms at noon the following day. The door closes behind you, a guard having performed the customary introductions, and all too quickly you're swallowed by the nerves that climb up your body and twist around your lungs.
Adjusting his seat, Bakugo pulls a foot up onto his chair and spreads his knees. A bark leaves his chest that he hopes is harsher than it feels. 'I don't fuck virgins...'
You hear the wet click of Kirishima's throat from beside you in the silence of the room. Even though the red ink is gone, the fact of your both being intact remains the same. 'Uhm, my lord... I mean â Prince Bakugo, I'm... I think there's been some mistake, we're â we're both -.'
'I know.' He waves his hand. Anticipation creates pins and needles in his thighs. Even if he wanted to fuck right now, he's not sure his body would hold out long enough. Maybe, five orgasms in the space of a day was too much.
'Well, you can see how this might be a problem then...' Twisting his knuckles around each other, Kirishima chews at his lip and forces a weak smile. It's strange how he makes six-foot of man look almost as small as you are, but he does it easily and blushes pretty to boot.
'How -.' He clears his throat. 'How are we supposed to serve you if -.'
'You're going to fuck each other, first.' He arches an eyebrow, drawling as if the solution to his little problem has been more than obvious. A smirk curls his lip. 'I'll watch.'
âą plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.
âą warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare
âą personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read â I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr
"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a personâs worth and determines their future."
They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.
You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, itâs to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades â but unlike many of your peers, youâre still a virgin.Â
Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.
They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing â you are simply screwed.Â
You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it shortâyou are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.
You sigh.Â
Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.
You donât think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.
After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"
"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wonderingâ"
"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.
He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.
Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.
You exhale, realizing youâve been holding your breath since he started speaking.
What the hell just happened?Â
***
The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.
As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy carsâfar too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls.Â
You werenât sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look.Â
You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows.Â
There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.
You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards.Â
Alright, here goes nothing.
***
The set is surprisingly professionalâlike a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.
The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to youâwith tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick â explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.
Then you see herâthe actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.
"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.
A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides throughâthe leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.
"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.
The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours.Â
Shit.Â
He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants.Â
Speaking of bulge.Â
It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically.Â
Stop it!
You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.
Butâyou can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, theyâll stay just thatâ dreams.Â
Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.
As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression.Â
âNot her again.â You hear him groan.
The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. âPardon me?â
"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."
The actress jumps to her feet. âHow dare you talk about me like that!â
Tenko hisses, âDidn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touyaâ"
âI told you not to use my real name on set,â he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.
âAnd I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.â The director retorts.
âFrustration caused by your actions.â Dabi deadpans.
You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set.Â
âThis is not a requestâ I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. âYou're such a dick!â
âYeah, you're right. But Iâm the best dick in the industry.â He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.
You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated.Â
âSo, it's either meâor her.â Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. âThat's my final say.â
âI can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.
"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. âGo carry your plastic off the stage already.â
Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.
The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. âThank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?â
âDabi, she's the most requestedââÂ
âI don't give a fuck.â he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. âShe sucks.â
You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second.Â
âSoâwhat do you expect me to do now?â Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. âProduction costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.â
He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, âWeâll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or elseââ
âWe need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.â Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.â Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. âLike a student or something.â
Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.
"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you.Â
You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.
"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.
"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes.Â
The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"
"Yep. Her." His grin widens.
"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actressâ"
"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, Iââ You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. âW- What does that even have to do with this movie?"
Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.
Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"
"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.
The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"
Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually.Â
Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."
"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.
"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"
"Yes, I meanâin theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.
"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."
He steps even closer. "Câmon, sweetheart, tell us."
He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "Iâve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"
It is your voice.
"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabiâs turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."
"I-IâŠ" You stammer, swallowing dryly.
Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"
"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."
"Ok, then it's a deal.â He nods towards you. âI want herâor I'm leaving."
"You little piece ofâ" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."
"Shouldnât I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.
"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"
Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.â
"Thatâs none of your business."
"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."
âYes, I mean⊠" a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."
âI sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"
"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.
âI-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.
"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."
"Thatâs too mâ" You swallow hard.
Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.âÂ
âYou what?" His words leave you stunned.
Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.â
His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach.Â
âIn front of all these people?!"Â
âThat's what porn is all about, doll.â Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.
You swallow hard.
"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting.Â
You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college.Â
This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.
"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.
âCongratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.â Tenko waves a hand. âWe still have a movie to film here.â
Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loanâor being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.
"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.â Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. âLet's do the first take."Â
"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no actingâ just raw footage. The whole thing.â
âYou mean a one-shot film?â Tenko looks surprised. âI suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.â
âAre you okay with that, doll?â Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.
âDo I have a choice?â you sigh.
âNot really.â He winks.
"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.â
âWe weren't flirââ you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.
"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"
âNervous.â you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.
"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. âForget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.â
He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.
âQuiet!â Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both.Â
Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.
âSound?â
âSet.â
âCamera?â
âSet.â
âRoll sound.â
âSound rolling.â
âRoll camera.âÂ
âCamera Speed.âÂ
âMarker.â
A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Takeâuhmâ whatever."Â
Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence.Â
You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.
âHey baby, you alright?â You hear Dabi's voice.
âN-No, not really.â You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. âI don't know if I can do this.â
âSweetheart, look at me.â You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally.Â
You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.
It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxietyâ
âbut in anticipation.Â
âAre you ready to give me your virginity?â His low voice rumbles close to your ear.
You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tenderâ deliberately slow.
You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.
You groanâhow could a man taste so good?
It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back.Â
As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"
The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.
The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard youâve made him.
Holy shit.
He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabiâs hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.
The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.
The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and himâ the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?â
You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear.Â
âLook at that,â he muses. âSo innocent.â
Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.
âDamn,â he cups them and squeezes them gently, âWhere have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.â
He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. Thereâs a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way youâre reacting. You are so turned onâhis touch only adds to your bodyâs cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.Â
It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.
âYouâve got the most amazing tits,â Dabi murmurs against your skin. âSo soft and full. So natural.â
While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.
"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wetâyou're dripping."
A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place.Â
"You're seriously telling me,â he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, âNo one's been here before?"
You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabiâs eyes are affixedâ between your thighs.
âCause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.â He snickers. âAnd I've seen a lot.âÂ
His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.
âI can see you twitching for me.â A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes.Â
The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands.Â
"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightlyâmaking you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."
You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself beforeâ
âbut this just feels so much more intense.
âDabiââ you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass,Â
raising your hips to have more access to you.Â
âRelax, baby, I'll take care of you.â A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you.Â
You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you.Â
âDamn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.â He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you.Â
âOh my God. Dabi!â Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both â startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.
A moan escapes your lipsâ loud, uncontrolledâ when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung.Â
He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.
As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released.Â
âDabi,â you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hearâ or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.
With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.
You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes.Â
Suddenly, the feeling that youâre about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst. Â
Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrationsâ
âno.
He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.
It's too much; you feel like exploding. Youâre a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabiâs strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that.Â
Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through youâ more intense than anything youâve experienced by yourselfâ with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth.Â
âDabi, pleaseââ you choke out.
Dabiâs mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cumâs sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. âDoll, tell meâwhat do you want me to do?â
You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.
You want to beg him to be gentle, but you canât seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormousâand pierced.Â
You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed.Â
âYou look worried,â Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction.Â
âAre you sureâŠâ you nod towards his cock.
âTrust me,â he says. âIâll make sure you feel good. Itâll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.â
Your entire body yearns for his touch, and thereâs no way you're saying no now. Heâs spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance. Â
"Do you want me to fuck you?â Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit.Â
ââS not gonna fit,â you whine with a worried expression.
âDon't be scared,â Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?â
âI'm not sure,â you whisper.
âI know you can...â His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated.Â
Heâs spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.
âGet ready,â he whispers.
A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like heâs trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.
âEasy,â he says softly, âIâve got you.âÂ
The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you.Â
"Oh my godââ You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight,â he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.
Thereâs a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once heâs entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you.Â
âYou ok?â Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face.Â
âGimme a sec.â Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...
"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi saysâ and then does precisely that.Â
Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently.Â
âShit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,â he moans in response. "Iâm warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You donât want to see me act up.â
Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel.Â
He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.
âOhâshitââ You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him.Â
âIâm gonna make you cum,â Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. âYou won't be able to walk for days.â
âI-I canâtââ your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.
He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss.Â
It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm.Â
His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.
Dabi snaps.Â
With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.
Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears.Â
But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice.Â
"Iâm gonna fuck you so hard youâll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.
Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again, princess?â Dabi groans, âI can feel your pussy clenching around me.â
You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still.Â
âIâm gonna cum with you,â he tells you. âIâm gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so goodâfuck!â
"Pleaseâ" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises.Â
And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. Itâs an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once.Â
You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock.Â
âThatâs it,â Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. âJust like that.â
You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.
âOh fuckââ You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.
No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight againâand then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below.Â
Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.
Youâre faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.
âFuckâŠâ he breathed out, caressing your skin. âThat felt soââ
âAndâcut!â You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.
You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions.Â
âThat was perfect,â you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.
Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.
You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. Itâs Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado.Â
âYou are perfect.â Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens againâ butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.
Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel itâ a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.
A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.
Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until youâre backstage.Â
Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it.Â
âThat was somethingâŠâ he muses. âYouâre a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?âÂ
You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. âI-I don't know.â
âYou should,â Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. âThink about itâŠâ
He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if youâre not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.
âSo, I was wondering⊠what are you doing later on?â Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. âDo you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?â
âAre you asking me out on a date?â A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.
âMaybe?â His lips curl into a devious smirk.
âIs this even allowed?â Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.
âMaybe?â Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.
When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, heâs been so sweet and caring after everything that happened todayâ you actually believe heâs a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when youâre with him, as if you have found peace.Â
âWellâŠâ you consider, âI've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?â
âYou won't regret it.â Dabis laughs softly. âEven though you might not be able to move after I'm done with youââ
âIs that soâŠâ You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. âOk, big boy, whatever you say.â
Warnings: smut, rough p in v, fingering, some handjob, f!reader, spanking, semi-public sex
Synopsis: you and Dabi snag an invite to a party Shigaraki's throwing. Realizing your wardrobe lacks the glam, you strong-arm your boyfriend Dabi into a shopping spree. Despite initial reluctance, he tackles things in his own, cocky style
A/N: this little fic was written in honor of the birthday of my incredibly gifted mutual - @dabismoon - I hope you'll enjoy this petite one shot â„
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The heap of garments had amassed on the bed, growing steadily as you sifted through the wardrobe, discarding outfit after outfit. The frustration bubbled within you, reaching its peak as you bellowed to Dabi in the adjacent room.
"I can't find a single thing to wear for the party tonight!" you exclaimed, your voice carrying the tone of exasperation.
A mumbled response reached your ears, prompting you to traverse the distance and find Dabi, your villainous boyfriend, lounging indifferently with a beer in hand, fixated on the television screen. His nonchalant demeanor was evident as he puffed on a cigarette, seemingly uninterested in your sartorial predicament.
Without much enthusiasm, he nodded in acknowledgment of your complaint, casually remarking that he was sure you could surely find something suitable to adorn yourself for the fucking party Shigaraki had coerced every League member into attending.
Determined, you declared, "Ok. I've decided that you're taking me shopping... no arguments!"
Dabi attempted to dissuade you, gesturing towards the television where news about Endeavor played, as if it held greater significance. "Babe, seriously?"
Disregarding his protests, you seized his lengthy coat, your car keys, and his hand, urging him towards the door despite his low growls, not bothering yourself to turn the TV off.
"Doll, you've got a plethora of clothes, and you still claim to have nothing to choose from? That's utterly ridiculous," Dabi groaned, wresting his hand free, swiftly disposing of his cigarette in a crystal ashtray. With an unhappy grimace etched across his face, he begrudgingly adorned his coat. "I won't be dressing up like a fucking fool just to mingle with those lunatics," he grumbled, his discontent palpable.
After three hours of aimless meandering through a plethora of shops, the details of each one eluding your memory, you stumbled upon a dress that tickled your fancy. Amidst the sea of countless dresses tried on in pursuit of the perfect ensemble, you finally discovered one that resonated with your taste. Eager to see how it would adorn you, you headed for the changing rooms. En route to the fitting room, you deftly accumulated a selection of lingerie as well.
Thoughts of acquiring alluring lingerie danced in your mind, contemplating the ways you could model them for Dabi â whether in person or through the lens - to keep him company during those prolonged missions with the League. A stack of lingerie, featuring neon shades, delicate baby pinks, and enticing black lace, awaited your scrutiny.
As you boldly pulled back the curtain, Dabi made a move to follow you inside. A quick about-face, a dismissive shake of your head, and a pointed indication toward a chair stationed just beyond the dressing area thwarted his entry.
Dabi complained, "So I don't even get the fun bit of watching you change to brighten up this fucking unnecessary trip?"
However, it was futile - you insisted he wait over there. With the realization that he couldn't join in the fashion spectacle, you swiftly snapped pictures of each lingerie piece as you were trying them on. Seeking Dabi's discerning opinion, you bombarded him with inquiries regarding your sartorial choices. After the final snapshot found its way to your boyfriend's inbox, an air of suspense hung in the digital ether. Yet, as the seconds ticked away, there was no immediate response from Dabi, leaving you with a frown crossing your forehead.
As you cautiously peeked outside to ensure he hadn't ventured too far, the thick curtain was unceremoniously thrust aside. And there he stood â Dabi, eyeing you with a hunger akin to a starving predator, meticulously taking in the alluring contours of your body adorned in a provocative lingerie set. The fabric, a blend of black sheer lace with a hint of hot pink trimming, clung enticingly to your form.
The bra, designed with a daring split in the cups, left your nipples exposed, proudly making their presence known in response to the sight before you as they instantly stiffened. An instinctive reaction led you to subtly rub your thighs together, a silent attempt to quell the burgeoning heat within you. Your boyfriend, tall and commanding, exuding an air of nonchalance, leaned casually against the changing room wall, his gaze fixed on you.
Without uttering a single word, Dabi seized the moment, propelling you further into the confines of the changing room. With a deft motion, he drew the curtain close, creating an intimate space.
Dabi deftly took hold of your left nipple, his slender forefinger and thumb teasingly tweaking it.
The heat rapidly ascended along your neck, and your breaths quickened as he leaned in, delivering a fierce kiss and an ardent suck on your pulse point. Lowering his head, his warm mouth enveloped the other nipple with a determination, unleashing a sweet yet sharp sensation at its base. The overwhelming pleasure threatened to elicit sounds of ecstasy, but you fought to maintain composure as delicious waves of sensation cascaded over you. "Handsome," you whispered, barely moving your lips as you slipped one hand into his soft, black hair.
Dabi's free hand, not content with just teasing, boldly tugged aside the lacy panties you had on, inspecting how wet you were getting. His verdict: dripping wet. With a forceful motion, the elastic was yanked down your legs, severing all of his contact from your eager nipples as his attention fell on the panties. In one swift move, they were stripped from your hips and deftly retrieved from the floor.
As though it were the most ordinary sequence of events, Dabi casually unzipped the fly of his black, fitted jeans, revealing a semi-hardened cock. Nonchalantly, he wiped the pre-cum off its reddened tip with the lacy panties, and thrust the fabric into your partially opened mouth. The mingling taste of both yourself and him on the fabric elicited a lascivious moan that escaped your lips.
Dabi's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he smoothly retrieved his own phone, swiftly capturing an image of your aroused state. "Sorry, doll, but you look adorable, all fired up like a cheap whore you secretly are," he remarked, seamlessly sliding his phone back into the rear pocket of his pants. With a sly grin, he pulled the panties out of your mouth, raising them to his nose and inhaling deeply. "Mmmm, absolutely perfect," he growled, stashing the intoxicating garment into the same back pocket. "Guess we're gonna take 'em."
Dabi slipped his hand between your thighs, and you willingly parted them further in anticipation. A dark giggle escaped him at your eagerness. "Look at you, princess, so eager to help me touch that pretty little pussy. What? Is my doll all needy? Moments ago, you didn't want to let me watch you, but look at ya now, eager as never before."
Staring intensely into your captivating eyes, Dabi smoothly slid his long middle finger deep inside your slick pussy, eliciting an immediate moan and causing you to instinctively shut your eyes in response.
"No, no, princess, we ain't gonna play like that. Look at me, I want your eyes on me, now," he commanded, leaning forward to place a tender peck on your forehead.
Complying with his directive, you followed his lead, biting down on your lower lip with enough force to draw a bead of blood after opening your eyes again, looking into his turquoise ones.
For a span of a good minute or two, Dabi expertly fingered you, exploring every millimeter of your pussy until your spongy walls began to clench rhythmically around his finger, a clear indication of your impending climax.
"You ain't gonna get off so easily, doll," he declared, withdrawing his digit and lifting it to your lips. With a deliberate motion, he parted your lips with his thumb, prompting you to accept his finger into your mouth.
You sucked your own juices off his digit, moaning quietly without breaking the eye contact.
Dabi seized a generous handful of your supple ass, drawing you closer to him in a forceful manner, engaging in a passionate make-out session with you, pushing his pierced tongue down your throat.
Unabashedly, you dared to extend your hand, wrapping it around his now fully-erect cock, expertly jerking it while rising onto your tiptoes for a more comfortable angle.
Your actions proved successful as Dabi moaned into your mouth, punctuating the moment with a couple of spanks on your ass before tenderly squeezing the supple flesh, indulging in a thorough massage.
In the next instant, he decisively detached your hand from his throbbing cock and pivoted you around, urging you forward until you were facing a lengthy mirror.
Dabi positioned your hands high on either side of the mirror, granting you a comprehensive view of your entire form and his presence looming behind you in the reflective surface.
In a hushed tone, he murmured, "Now, we don't have much time, baby. You wasted too much time already wandering throughout all those stupid stores and teasing me like a bitch you are. I'm going to fuck you hard and cum deep inside you. Do you understand?"
Meeting his gaze in the mirror's reflection, you nodded in affirmation.
"Good," he declared, punctuating his words with another firm spank on your ass. His hand deftly secured your left cheek, spreading it as he gripped his throbbing member. With the tip of his cock, Dabi traced an enticing path up and down your exposed entrance, your juices already glistening and trickling down your thigh.
Without delay, he forced your cunt open with his rigid shaft, delivering a single, powerful thrust that brought him to the hilt inside you. "Fffuuuuccckkk," Dabi breathed out through gritted teeth.
Any potential scream was mercifully muffled by his hand wrapping around your neck, applying a tight squeeze that momentarily restricted your airflow. "Don't you dare moan like you do back home. Our neighbors are accustomed to your bitchy moans and whines, but here people are not, yeah? And the last thing I need today is getting caught with my dick stuffed in your tight cunt," he warned, nibbling your earlobe.
You were relentlessly slammed into, the force akin to a piston driving into your pussy again and again and again.
Dabi's hands greedily explored your soft flesh - your breasts, hips, belly, occasionally slipping between your thighs to playfully tease your swollen clitoris.
Little moans escaped your lips as you pressed your cheek against the cold glass, the surface already fogging up from the intensity of your heavy breathing.
Dabi, panting with an intensity akin to a dog in heat, delivered hard spanks to your ass and the back of your thighs. "You enjoy it when I take you rough like this, don't ya, doll? Hmm? Oh yeah, ya love it. You're quite the dirty whore," he chuckled into your ear. "Don't worry, daddy will fuck you the way you crave the most, princess."
Dabi intensified his rhythm, a firm grip on your hips as he relentlessly thrust into your slippery cunt.
The only sounds resonating within the confines of the changing room were a harmonious blend of your mixed gasps and moans, accompanied by the resonating slap of flesh against flesh, each time his weighty balls hit the curve of your supple ass.
"Dabi..." you whined, already breathless.
Smack, smack, smack! A sequence of forceful spanks landed on your ass. "Address me properly, princess, or I'll have to think of a punishment, and trust me, you won't want that," Dabi growled, sinking his teeth into the column of your neck.
"Daddy," you whispered, your mouth parched from moans and panting, the act of swallowing causing a sweet ache. "Harder," you pleaded. "Harder."
"Mmmm," Dabi slowed his thrusts, his cock reaching deep within you, the tip delicately grazing your cervix as he came to a complete stop. "I knew you had a wild side, little whore, but now you've surprised me. Daddy's going to fulfill your wish," he declared with a sultry promise.
And thus, it commenced. Without delay, he placed a hand on your head, pressing you more firmly against the mirror. The intensity escalated, his hips snapping with relentless determination.
"Oh my God," you managed to utter as you slid a hand between your legs, tracing delicate circles over your slick-covered folds.
Slap, slap, slap! Each thrust felt harder and deeper than the last. His strong hand seized a handful of your hair, pulling you further onto his pulsating dick as he forewarned, "Princess, I'm gonna cum. Daddy's going to coat your sweet cunt with his seed."
Bracing yourself, you endured a final series of sloppy thrusts as Dabi's grunts reverberated down your ear. Rising on your tiptoes, you attempted to accommodate the force emanating from his groin. "Cumming, cumming, fuck," Dabi aggressively grunted, and came deep inside of you, his warm, thick semen spurting from the slit of his tip, painting your spongy walls until they were all adorned in a coating of white.
After withdrawing, Dabi took a moment to appreciate his job, observing the mix of his cum and your juices as they dribbled from your well-used hole.
Depleted and breathless, you whimpered, "I need to drink something, my mouth's dry, DabiâŠ"
"I'll get you water," he responded casually, extracting panties from his back pocket to once again clean himself off. "You were such a filthy whore, doll. Just the way I like ya the most," he added, punctuating his words with a playful spank that made you yelp as he seemingly heated up his palm, leaving a vivid red mark on your ass cheek. "Get fucking dressed now, we only have an hour to get back home and get ready for that fucking party."
Dabi gathered a few bras and panties before leaving you in the changing room.
As you slid your knickers back on, you smeared the cream of your mixed fluids between your puffy cunt lips. You bit down on your knuckle to stifle a reaction to coldness brought forth by the slick wetness.
You haven't cum so hard such in a good two days, you thought to yourself.
Once dressed, you exited the fitting room only to spot Dabi at the checkout, purchasing every item you had tried on. A self-satisfied grin played on your lips, met with a nod from him. Ah, you already had a plan in mind for how you'd repay him.
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âą plot: It's Halloween and you make the mistake of knocking at the wrong door.Â
âą warnings: Minors DNI, tw smoking, consensual rough sex, rough kissing, rough manhandling, a bit of degradation, slapping, oral sex (m receiving), deep throating, cum in throat, unprotected PIV-sex, anal fingering, deep creampie, Ghost and Konig aka Dabi and Shiggy are actual sweethearts and take care of the reader later
âą A huge shoutout to my beta @blankexpressions-and-falsefires. without you, this wouldn't happen. without you, this wouldn't be as great. i am forever grateful for your help!
You and your friends were on your way to a Halloween party, which was going to take place in an old warehouse. The invites had been distributed months ago already, and everyone had been looking forward to it.Â
What you were wearing wasn't very unique at all: Black high-heel boots combined with a short, ruffled red velvet skirt, a black petticoat underneath, and a matching red underbust corset. It pushed your boobs up so high that they nearly popped out any time you bent over. Thankfully, a white, off-shoulder blouse helped to keep a little bit of your decency intact. The last finishing touch was a red velvet cape.Â
You guessed itâyou'd picked the Little Red Riding Hood as this year's costume.
Getting off the subway station, your group walked down the dimly lit street, the wind blowing leaves and scraps of garbage along the street. The clacking sound of your high heels echoed off the walls and you wrapped your cape tighter around you and hoped that the warehouse would offer some shelter from the cold. Trying to avoid the cracks in the concrete with your pointy heels, you followed the rest of the crowdâas something off to the side caught your attention.Â
A lone, lit pumpkin sat at a shabby door, a flickering lamp above it shedding just a bit of light.
âHey girls!â you called out. âThere's someone inviting trick-or-treaters over here!â
Your friends stopped and looked at the door you were pointing at. Nonetheless, they turned while your best friend called over âIt's just a prank, forget about it!â
âI want some candy, though.â Pursing your lips into a pout, you stalked over to the other side of the street, calling over to the rest of your small crowd, âGo on ahead. I'll catch up to you later!âÂ
You didn't mind them rolling their eyes at youâcause you have been known to have the sweetest tooth of them after all.
Taking a deep breath you raised your hand and knocked on the door. Once. Twice.
No answer.Â
Okay, you reason, it was just a prank. Just as you were about to turn, you heard voices closing in behind the door.
"Didn't think anyone would fall for this shit.â A dark voice hissed. âWhat kind of dumbass are they?"
"Beats me." Another husky voice spoke.
The door swung open and you inhaled sharply. Before you stood two men dressed head to toe in combat suits, one of them wearing a sniper hood, the other a Balaclava complete with a hard plastic skull attached to the disguise.Â
Each of them was a character from the game Call of Dutyâ Konig and Simon âGhostâ Riley.Â
âOh, look what we have here.â The man dressed as Konig mused in a sneering tone. âIf it ain't Little Red Riding Hood.â
âWhat a coincidenceâ" his friend chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Cause you can consider us the Big Bad Wolvesââ
It sent goosebumps crawling up your spine, but you still bravely muttered with a shaky voice, âT-trick or t-treat?â
Konig and Ghost looked at one another, chuckling, before their gazes went back to you.Â
"You really looking for a treat, little red?" Ghost cocked his head, brilliant blue seemingly burning into you.
Both men's lustful stares were unmistakable as they looked at your body with a desire mirroring the feeling that rose quickly in your chest.
"U-uhm, I guess?" You stuttered, heat rising into your ears now.
âTreat it is,â he said. With that, his strong fingers circled your wrist and he pulled you inside, Konig slamming the door shut behind you.
A shriek left your throat when he pressed you against the wall, his ghostly mask hovering right in front of you.
"You really want this?" He asked, tilting his head, "We'll only proceed if you do."
One hand propped him against the wall, the other trapped your jaw between thumb and forefingers. His hips wedged you in place and it sent a jolt of pleasure right between your thighs. You shamelessly squeezed them together, cheeks starting to glow with fearâand excitement.
"I-I don't know," you licked your lips as subtly as you could, and you could swear you felt him twitch in his pants.Â
His eyes fixated on your lips as he pulled the Balaclava down from beneath the skull, tucking the fabric under his chin to reveal the lower half of his face. His lips alone, sharp and sultry, had you aching for more.
"I think you do," Ghost chuckled, his warm breath fanning your lips, the hard plastic of his mask almost brushing against your nose. His fingertips felt scorching yet delicate when he pulled you in for a kiss.
His tongue pushed past your lips, moving languidly around yours. The kiss turned raw and bruising, growing rougher by the second. His cold mask dug into your skin but the thrill of it all made you forgive it easily. Groaning into his mouth, your hands ghosted over his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath his clothes. Your legs buckled, but Ghost was quick to react and slip a leg between your thighs to hold you in place. His firm thigh pressed right against you, delivering much-needed friction to stimulate your growing desire.Â
âFuck,â he breathed out, half-lidded eyes smoldering with desire when he broke the kiss. He pulled the Balaclava back and straightened up, chuckling at the sight of a wet spot left on his pants. "You really love this, don't you?"
You nodded hazily. You were given no chance to catch your breath as he dragged you to a small, square table nearby. His grip was rough but gentle enough not to hurt you. You shrieked again when Ghost pressed your chest flat against the surface. Konig stepped close, his hand stroking the heavy and full shape of the growing bulge beneath his clothes. Ghost clasped his hand tightly around your wrists, pinning them against your back, holding you down.Â
âP-please be gentle,â you pleaded, having seen both outlines of their dicks ânot small in sizeâ strain against their boxers, ready to be strangled by your tight pussy.
"Don't be a chicken. You agreed to this.â Konig rasped. âSo, we get to destroy you, corrupt your little pussyâ"Â
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and your heartbeat started to pick up as you struggled against Ghost's iron grip.
"Aw, don't scare our little bunny, Shigaraki" Ghost tutted, stroking your back with his free hand. "We aren't gonna hurt you, doll."
Something in his voice made you feel like you could trust him â you felt that he meant it â and your body relaxed, your breath evening out.
"Party pooperâ" Konig grumbled behind his hood, as he rounded the table to stop right in front of your face.Â
"W-what are you gonna do to meâ" You swallowed thickly, thrill shooting through your body in a rush of adrenaline.Â
âYou want us to be gentle,â his voice suddenly deepened, âOr should we treat you like the little tramp you are?âÂ
âI am no trampââ you replied breathily.
âHmâ Am I wrong to think that this turns you on?â Ghost chuckled. âThe idea of getting fucked by two strangers just like this?âÂ
Ghost's hand trailed up your thigh, hiking up your skirt and petticoat to reveal the curves of your perfect ass cheeks. A growl erupted in the back of his throat at the sight, his hand stroking the soft skin he found there. The coil inside your stomach tightened as you felt his crotch grind against you from behind. You realized he was giving you a small taste of just how much of a treat you would be getting. Trying to push yourself back against his thick meat, though, earned you a harsh slap against your ass with his tactical leather gloves.
âOw!â you cried out, the stinging pain driving tears to your eyes.
"Fucking lay still." Ghost growled and you instantly froze at the sheer authority in his tone, a hot pulse shooting straight between your legs.
He leaned over, whispering against the shell of your ear. "So, little Red, what's it gonna be for you?â
Your lips parted in a strangled whimper. You didnât want them to be gentle. You didnât want them to be respectful. This was thrilling, you've always dreamed about being roughly taken, about being manhandled.Â
âFuck me, please.â You pleaded.
âIt's Sir to you!â Ghost slapped you again, the pain searing this time.
"YesâSirâtreat me like your cumdump!â You choked out, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.
"Atta girl." He purred and you could almost hear the amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips.Â
Ghost pulled your soaked panties down until they dangled between your ankles and dropped to the floor with a wiggle of your heels.
"Why do you always get to use the pussy, Dabi?" Konig whined, annoyed even as he unzipped his combat pants.
"Cause you only know how to fuck, boss." Ghost chuckled behind you. "Not how to please."
You swallowed thickly, feeling your heart beating so fast.
His hand gently stroked your ass again as he hummed. "This is supposed to be a treat after all."
A sense of comfort washed through you but you knew better than to rely on it. And oh boy, were you right.
âSpread your legs,â he commanded, moving to stand in between them as you eagerly complied.
Konig freed his hard cock from his pants. It was so thick and heavy that it was hanging low even though it was fully erect.Â
"Open up. Iâm gonna fuck your face," giving it a few lazy pumps, he closed in on your face. His shameful words sent electricity to your nerves, and your mouth started to water as you opened it in eager anticipation.
Konig slipped the fingers of his free hand into your strands, holding your head still as he slotted himself at your lips before pushing his length between them. His spongy tip quickly slipped in and he let it rest on your tongue for a brief moment before pressing deeper.
Groaning against Konig's cock, you barely made out the sound of a zipper being undone behind you. Ghost lined up his cock with your soaked cunt, gathering your slick on his spongy tip, and only then was it that you knew that this really was going to happen. He snapped his hips forward without warning, quickly hitting resistance.Â
The force pushed you down on Konigâs length further until its tip hit the back of your throat. He was breathing hard, bucking his hips forward, loving the way you loosened your jaw and let him fuck your mouth.
The man behind you slowly started thrusting into you, the metal barbells of his Jacobâs Ladder continuously stroking your insides, his Prince Albert piercing kissing your cervix and making you tighten and flutter around him. Each time he pulled out, his cock was covered in more of your glistening juices.
âAhâfuckâlook at that dripping cuntââ Ghost growled, rocking his hips against your behind, watching how your greedy, sloppy pussy kept taking him, even if he could only fit halfway.
They filled you up so perfectlyâGhostâs thick, pierced cock stretched your whole pussy without getting close to being balls deep, Konigâs heavy one sitting deep in your mouth, his fat testicles slapping against your drool-covered chin with each thrust forward. A gargled moan bubbled up your throat, feeling so stuffed from both ends, with Ghost's piercings rubbing perfectly against the spot that made stars erupt before your eyes. Â
Goosebumps erupted all over your body as your mind began to swim.
"Aw, are you enjoying yourself?â Ghost leaned forward. "We'll make you feel even better soon...â
Then he started pounding into you, again and again until your brain was shut down. You choked between gasps as every thrust he made knocked the air from your lungs and forced Konigâs cock to slide deeper than beforeâ until it was buried deep down your throat. You struggled to take it, breathing heavily through your nose, pleading watery eyes shooting up to his face to silently beg for a second of reprieve.Â
"You look so beautiful, stuffed with my cock like thisââ Ghost said in a voice that was just a low rasp.Â
You were dizzy, breathless as he kept filling up your pussy with short, harsh strokes. He watched you writhe in pleasure on the table, your sloppy mouth stuffed with Konigâs dick. Ghost bent his head down and you could feel his breath on your neck as he inhaled your scent.Â
"You're taking both of us so well, little cockslut." Konig's words made you whimper even louder, glistening eyes meeting his as you struggled to breathe.
With Ghostâs hand still pinning your wrists behind your back, there was no escaping the assault. He slammed his hips harder against your pussy until you mewled out in pleasure, his piercings rubbing your g-spot just right.
The feeling of both men relentlessly working themselves in and out of you was overwhelming. Heavy grunts and growls accompanied the wet sounds of your sloppy holes getting fucked as they worked themselves into a frenzy. Ghost's cock drove deep, but you knew with a little effort, you could accommodate more of him. You parted your legs further to give Ghost even more access to your cunt. His dick began to throb and twitch, his hips bucking back and forth to find the perfect angle to thrust into you.Â
And he did find it. Your body shook with pleasure, making you squeal deliciously around Konig's length. Ghost let out a breathless chuckle and spread your ass cheeks, wetting his thumb before sticking it into your puckered hole.
His friend watched the scene before him, half-lidded crimson eyes glazed with lust and desire. The sight before him turned him on so much that his hips stuttered and he came without warning. He let out a strangled groan, his hand grabbing your hair tightly as he forced you to take his entire length, his tip slipping past the back of your throat. You moaned, feeling him twitch on your tongue, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. His free hand rose to massage your throat, savoring the way you gulped and swallowed around his twitching meat.
âThat's it, baby, take every drop of his cum," Ghost praises you. "Fuckâ you're such a good girl.â He looked down to where you two were connected, his thumb buried deep in your ass, a sticky wet mess covering the base of his cock.
You tried to breathe but Konig didnât budge, staying buried deep inside of you as Ghost picked up the pace now. He gave you strong thrusts that grazed the right spot, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. You moaned, your vision turning blurry. The lack of oxygen, the continuous onslaught from behindâ it was too much. it pushed you over the edge and you came, clamping around his dick while your sounds of pleasure remained muffled by Konig's cock still buried deep inside your throat.Â
Ghost kept pounding into you while you rode out the high of your orgasm and finally, Konig pulled his softening cock from your mouth, letting you sputter and gasp for the air he'd denied you. He let himself fall back against the table behind him, his flaccid, drool-covered cock still massive in size and twitching slightly. Reaching out, he pushed your hair behind your ear before wiping off the saliva dribbling down your chin as you frantically gasped for air.
Ghost behind you kept up the pace, rutting his thumb in and out of your little pink hole in a contrasting beat to his thrusts. It became too muchâ you completely lost it, overstimulated and moaning unabashedly like a porn star now. Your cunt spasmed around his cock for a second time and you threw your head back in ecstasy, crying out through your climax.
âThere you go, you're so fucking hot coming for us, doll." Ghost praised, continuing to rock his hips against yours. His deep thrusts grew messier and messier, being himself close to his release.Â
Konig watched, eyes glowing with re-awakening desire as he tucked himself away.
"I'm gonna fucking cum inside of you." Ghost let out with a low growl in his throat, sending goosebumps along your body. âGonna fill you up, gonna breed you so goodââ
He gained speed and with a final snap of his hips, he groaned out loud when he came, his hips stuttering as he shot ropes of hot cum against your womb. You could feel his cock throb with each shot, before he plummeted forward, breathing heavily. His chest pressed against your spine, and you felt his semen seep out, dripping onto the floor below. Silence took over the room while all of you tried catching your breath, hair sticking to sweaty foreheads, cocks sticky with release.Â
Ghost started chuckling, pulling out of you with an obscene pop. His eyes were still glazed with desire as he watched how your pussy struggled to contain the load of his release. "You look so damn pretty filled up with my cum." he said with a hidden smirk as he kept pushing it back into you with his fingers.Â
He stepped back to tuck himself away, and you stood back up on wobbly feet, brain foggy from the orgasms. Carding your fingers through your messed up hair, you reached for your panties but Ghost was quick to grab and stuff them into his pant pocket.
"Nu-uh," he tutted, his brilliant azure eyes twinkling with mischief. You sighed in defeat, trying your best to smooth down your skirt.
He pulled his balaclava down, slid his hand into his pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes, and lit himself one. Taking a deep drag, he exhaled slowly. âSo, what were you doing here anyway?â
âI was on my way to a Halloween party with my friends.â You coyly replied, carding your fingers through your hair.Â
âYa still wanna go?â He cocked his head, smoldering azures taking you in.
âWhat do you mean?" You looked up at him through thick lashes, still damp with the heavy tears that had sprung from your eyes in the struggle to keep down Konigâs cock.
âWhat Dabi wants to know is if you wouldn't rather continue our little party.â Konig snickered.
âOh.â Was your simple reply.Â
âCâmon doll, let's get ya cleaned up," Ghost pressed a kiss against your forehead. "In the meantime, Shigaraki is gonna get us some drinks.âÂ
He swung an arm around your shoulder, leading you toward the door next to the dimly lit bar on the far side of the room. âWe still have more treats for youâŠâ
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you wanted more stoner megumi, im gonna give you more stoner megumi.
"did you smoke my last stash?" megumi asks you, pacing around your room. you can't help but to roll your eyes at him, you would never smoke without him.
"no, you know i wouldn't." you tell him, turning onto your back on the bed. you can feel your panties getting damper and wetter as you watch megumi look around the room with nothing but boxers on and a blunt in his mouth.
"im horny, gumi. come here." you whine, fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties to touch yourself. it's true, you're practically soaked.
megumi turns to look at you when he hears the squelching noises. he gives you a 'are you serious?' look before going back to looking.
you pull your panties down, giggling when the cold air hits your pussy. your fingers circle around the opening before diving right in. you fingerfucking yourself on the bed is what makes megumi stop.
"you're such a slut." he chuckles, he kneels on the bed next to you to give you a kiss. the smell of weed hits your nose and you can even taste it on his tongue. it's addicting.
"you're always busy with smoking and you never make time for me." you pout. he imitates your pout before asking, "what you want me to put you in my mouth?"
you answer him by opening your legs wide for him, motioning for him to get in between.
he circles your clit with his thumb before taking another hit from the blunt. you want to whine but he shushes you by blowing the smoke right on your pussy. he kisses your clit gently, some on the smoke still in his mouth. right now, he has two of his favorite things: weed and your pussy.
megumi rests his head on your thigh, tongue sloppily licking at your juices. his eyes are half lidded and he look passionate. he makes out with your pussy for a while before taking another hit. you feel the smoke on your pussy again, making your arch your back. his mouth sucks on your clit and hhe flattens his tongue so that he can taste your juices at the same time.
"you taste and smell so good." he moans, the vibrations resonating all over your cunt.
"better than weed?" you ask him in between whines, feeling his smile into your pussy at the question.
"i am addicted to both of you." he gives your the blunt he's been holding before throwing your legs on his shoulders. he grabs you by your waist until the bottom half of your body is in the air. that's when he dives into your pussy again. this time more roughly. he nips and sucks on your pussy, your juices covering his chin. he looks absolutely pussy starved. he takes moments to breathe and lick his lips before another series of torture with his tongue.
"you gonna cum?" he asks you, looking you straight in the eyes. you nod your head as you take a puff from the blunt, blowing it to megumi's direction. he smiles at you but turns his attention to your pussy again. it doesn't take long for him to make you cum undone on his tongue. you moan and whine as your juices spill on his tongue.
he puts you down, laying next to you and taking the blunt from you.
you snort, "the weed is still on your mind but what about you gimme a kiss?"
"i will kiss you, don't worry, but now i need your pretty kissable lips around my cock."
Kuroo, on the phone: So... what are you wearing?
Kenma: Do you want me to tell you or do you want to come find out yourself? ;)
[Later]
Kuroo: What the hell?!
Kenma, in a cat onesie: Why are you mad? I could've just told you but you chose to hang up and run over here.
pairing: bakugo katsuki & kirishima eijiro x f!reader
wc: 2.3k
a/n: thanks so much for 1k. to celebrate, you all asked for dilf!kiribaku x reader, submitted by @callm3senpaii.
tags: daddy!bkg; dilf!bkg; dilf!kiri; f!reader; daddy as title; age gaps (10-15 yrs); threesomes; too many pet names: princess, sweetheart, angel, baby, babygirl, babydoll, sweet girl, pretty girl, good girl; praise; spitroast; oral sex; face fucking; double penetration; anal sex; crying; creampies; unprotected sex; readerâs got a full bush
Katsuki had you on his lap. He looked sharp as hell with a fitted black turtleneck youâd insisted on him wearing just for you and a silver streak in his hair. You sat on one leg while he had his arm around you, his other hand on your bare thigh; he insisted youâd sit with him because tonight was all about you and you deserved your âthroneâ as he put it.
To celebrate your biggest work promotion yet, Katsuki threw you a dinner party with a mixture of your close friends and his. Joy filled the air as everyone ate and drank their fill before sprawling into the living room where you all were now.
Throughout the night, one familiar pair of crimson eyes followed you along with Katsukiâs. Ones that spoke with him in hushed tones when you were across the room, but otherwise held his infectious smile that captivated those around him. It felt a little strange, the way he made your face and thighs so warm with a playful glance, but there was no denying the flush of your cheeks.
Eijiro may have been almost thirteen years older than you, but just like your older husband, heâd aged well. Katsuki aged more like fine wine while Eijiro had grown a little rougher around the edges, his body a little softer but just as bulky and strong as ever. His laugh lines and sunspots were far more prominent and his long, shaggy red hair - now pulled back neatly into a bun - suited him well.
Unsurprisingly, Katsuki only gripped your thigh a little tighter and rubbed the small of your back when heâd noticed Eijiro staring, when he saw your blush. Maybe it was the level of trust the two friends carried, but Eijiro was the only person whose lingering gaze was not met with possessiveness and jealousy. Sure, he didnât do much about it now in his forties as a well-known hero - a mere glance from Katsuki was enough to make anyone back off of you - but that part of him never truly faded from when he was younger. The benefits still reaped themselves for you both, though; one unreturned, heated glance from a stranger often ended with Katsuki balls deep in your cunt as he pulled your hair, with groaning and possessive kisses as he told you who you belonged to over and overâŠ.
The night dwindled down. As was his nature, Eijiro offered to help clean up once everyone had left. Chairs were pushed in, tables wiped down, dishes washed, the list went on. But as the dishwasher ran, Katsuki trapped you against the kitchen counter. He lifted your chin, admiring your face as he stroked your cheek before leaning in. Eijiro ran the vacuum in the next room as he kissed you.
You tried to pull away with someone else still in the house, but Katsuki leaned in further and deepened the kiss, a hand traveling down over your body. He lifted you onto the counter and pushed his hips between your legs as your dress slid up. Lips trailed down your jaw to your ear, down the length of your neck, and you gasped.
âBabe, stop.â
Katsuki grunted and pulled himself closer to you. His lips formed a smirk against your skin as he continued kissing and nibbling, sucking at every well known sensitive place at the crook of your neck. Your fingers tightened around the soft undercut at the nape of his neck.
âKats, seriously,â you said, fighting a whimper in your throat.
ââS not what ya called me last night,â he quipped.
A smile pulled at your lips and you sighed, but didnât give him the courtesy of a response. The vacuum turned off, and you heard Eijiro approach the kitchen. You caught his gaze trailing up your legs and body with a grin; Katsuki was either oblivious or flat out ignoring him as he approached the entryway, Eijiroâs eyes locked on yours. You pushed at Katsuki to no avail, his mouth now trailing to the other side of your neck.
âKatsuki, stop.â Your breath caught as he reached a tender spot and heat rushed to your core.
âMmm nope. Dunno who that is,â he teased.
âEijiroâs right there,â you said.
âThen use your damn manners and ask me nicely,â Katsuki said as he groped you, dress riding up to your ass.
Heat flooded your cheeks. You leaned into Katsukiâs ear. âDaddy, please stop,â you said quietly.
âI could, maybeâŠâ he replied. Katsuki glanced at Eijiro whose smile only grew. âBut I think I have a better idea.â
Katsuki held you in his arms, kissing and sucking marks into the side of your neck, your legs spread wide as Eijiroâs lips trailed the inside of your thigh.
âBeen thinkinâ about these soft thighs all night,â Eijiro said. His fingertips dug into your flesh as Katsukiâs hands wandered your stomach and chest, groping your tits.
Eijiro groaned when he reached your cunt and pushed his face into you, inhaling the scent of the soft, curled hair before his tongue licked a stripe through the slick want between your legs. You moaned and gripped his hair when he latched onto your clit, sucking and licking the swollen bud as your hips bucked into his mouth. He slipped two fingers into your folds and curled them as he started pumping, his tongue running over your clit as waves of pleasure fell on your body. Your head fell back onto Katsukiâs shoulder with a pant.
Katsukiâs lips brushed the shell of your ear. âThat feel good, princess? You like it when daddyâs friend touches you?â
âYes, fuck yes,â you whined.
âGood. You deserve it, pretty girl. Been workinâ hard. Iâm so proud of you,â Katsuki said, playing with your nipples between his fingers. âGonna take our cocks so well, I know it. Wanna see you cry and shake when we fuck you.â
His gruff voice rolled down your body and into your belly like warm honey as he continued praising you until your body trembled.
âThatâs it, babydoll. Let yourself go. âM right here,â he said.
âAh, fuck, gonna c-cum-â You moaned as your hips bucked and your toes curled, the perfect way Eijiro fingered your cunt pulling you over the edge.
Eijiro moaned in return as he carried you through. âSuch a good girl,â he said.
âYou ready to take my cock now?â Katsuki said.
Still hazy, you crawled out of his arms and onto your hands and knees on the bed. âPlease.â
Katsuki got behind you with a grin.
âThatâs my girl,â he said. He gave your ass a playful smack as he ran his long, thick cock along your still tender folds.
Eijiro kneeled in front of you, a mesmerizing sight as he stroked his dick, somehow having more girth than Katsuki though not as long. There was no way his cock was getting down your throat, but that wouldnât keep you from trying.
Katsuki pushed into you from behind and you groaned. He held you by the hips as he fucked you with long, hard thrusts. A heavy pant left your lips and your knees felt weak. Your eyes rolled as Katsuki adjusted the pace, his thick length dragging along your sweet spot. He pulled up your hips, fucking you even deeper as his balls clapped against your clit, hitting a tender spot near your cervix with every thrust, shockwaves of sensation shooting over every millimeter of your skin.
Just when your head started to drift off in pleasure, Eijiro grabbed your chin, his fingers rough against your skin. He smirked down at you. âStay with me, sweetheart.â
He slapped his heavy dick on your face, staring down at you with his gorgeous, cocky grin. It was enough to make you shudder and whimper.
âPlease, Eiji? Can I suck your cock?â
âIâll do you one better,â he said. âOpen that pretty little mouth of yours, and let me do the work.â
You cursed and held back a whine, the mere suggestion making you clench and flutter with need. With your tongue out and your eyes on his, Eijiro fed you his cock, already wet and leaking precum as you panted. He took you by the head and pushed his hips forward, tentative in thrusting at first as your spit made his length slick. Your body grew hot, the sound of your cunt getting wetter filling the room.
You pushed Eijiro off for a moment. âJust fuck my face, I can take it.â
His toothy grin grew. âHah. Youâre too damn cute.â
You opened your mouth again, but there was no gentleness when he grabbed you this time, fingers gripping your hair as he fucked your face, hitting the back of your throat over and over. Your eyes watered and rolled as he did, drool building up around your lips and pushing onto your chin. You could hardly breathe, let alone moan as Katsuki chuckled behind you. He felt you clenching hard around his cock as you got used like a ragdoll from both ends.
âYou love this, donât you, babygirl?â Katsuki said. âLove being used up and full of cock. Câmon, sweet baby, make a mess for me. I know you need to.â
Your body trembled and grew tense again as your back arched and you orgasmed, the intensity almost too much as they fucked you. You pushed Eijiro away again, gasping for air as you groaned, collapsing into the bed. Katsuki laid behind you and Eijiro took the same cue, laying in front of you as your head slowly stopped spinning, the heat of their bodies a comfort while you came down.
âDoin such a good job, angel,â Katsuki said as he kissed his way across your shoulder. You felt his still hard, wet cock brushing your ass.
âYou really are. And youâre so gorgeous when you cum like that,â Eijiro added, stroking his own aching dick. âI bet you got at least one more in you, though.â
âTch. I know you got another one in you. Isnât that that right?â Katsuki asked.
A weak whine left your lips. âM-maybe, yeah.â
âGood. Cause I know Iâm not done,â Eijiro said.
Eijiro pulled you onto his chest and lined himself up with your swollen cunt as you spread your legs around his hips. You cried out as he pushed in unexpectedly; even after Katsuki fucked a second orgasm out of you, Eijiroâs girth still stung a little. Your fingers dug hard into his shoulders as he bottomed out, a cold sweat building on your neck.
âF-fuck, you could at least tell me.â
âWhy? I know you can take it,â he teased.
He slowly fucked you as your body adjusted, another tense whine falling from your lips. Eijiro pulled you in for a kiss, every part of him burning hot and overwhelming as you moaned into his mouth, the gentleness of it easing you to relax further. Katsuki grabbed your hand and kissed it as he stroked his dick. The bed shifted as Katsuki pulled lube from your nightstand and got behind you. His slick fingers massaged your ass.
You panicked for a moment. âKats, no, âs too much, I canât-â
Katsuki leaned down and kissed your neck as he hushed you. âBaby, itâs okay. Youâre okay. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.â
He pushed two fingers into your tightly puckered hole, and you moaned as he gently stretched you out. Soon enough, you were grinding your ass into his hand, asking him for more as Eijiro fucked you.
âThatâs my good girl. See? Youâre doing just fine,â he said.
Katsuki pulled his hand from your ass and replaced it with the swollen, angry head of his dick. There was a collective groan as he pushed the head of his cock into your ass, sliding in slowly until his hips reached yours. Just the fullness of the two of them inside you, not moving, was enough to have your head spinning. Gently and without a word, Katsuki and Eijiro started fucking you, moans and panting bubbling out of you.
âOh fuck, fuck, oh fuck-â You tried to form some kind of coherent response and failed.
âFeels good, sweetheart?â Eijiro asked. He groaned as you tightened around his cock again, nodding dumbly.
âGood.â Katsuki kissed your head.
âH-harder, please, fuck me harder,â you said breathlessly.
A moan ripped from your chest as they did, skin slapping on skin becoming audible. Heat pricked the corners of your eyes and you sobbed, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body as another climax built. You could hardly think when Eijiro reached down and rubbed your clit, his rough fingertips rubbing gentle circles into your skin.
âThatâs it, take it. Wanna see you cum on our cocks,â he said.
Tears spilled down your cheeks as Katsuki lost himself in the tightnesses of your ass as he fucked you. He groaned. âYour ass is gonna make me cum, fuck. You want daddyâs cum, baby?â
âPlease, daddy, n-need your cum, need you both s-so bad, fill me, please,â you pleaded.
Eijiro fucked you harder still, and your body shook again. Your vision went white as you came a third time, shuddering pleasure crashing down over your body. Eijiro groaned as the hard clench of your cunt pushed him over the edge, his cock throbbing inside you as hot cum painted your insides. Katsuki wasnât far behind with a heavy grunt and a few sharp thrusts, filling your ass with wet heat.
Katsuki all but collapsed on top of you and Eijiro, the three of you sweaty and spent. After showering and crawling back into bed, you woke up the next morning enveloped in the heat of two familiar bodies.
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â°â†rundown; katsuki sees you through rose coloured glasses, you're his best friend after all. little does he know, you would do anything to have him.
â°â†caution; alcohol consumption (legal drinking age is 18 in my country), bakugo cheats on his gf, possessiveness, jealousy, dry humping, choking, cunninglingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, belly bulge, size kink, virginity loss (mentions of blood), slight kaminari x yn, yn has small boobs.
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katsuki has been yours forever.
well, he has been your best friend forever.
although, katsuki is oblivious to how near and dear you hold him to your heart and the things you would do to have him.
you were prone to running girls off even if it meant spewing some preposterous lie.
you would do it all if it meant being able to fawn over katsuki like he was more than your best friend.
you spend every moment that you can with him.
you thought he loved your company the same but katsuki tells you he lost his virginity and you realise he was seeking love elsewhere.
he smashes your heart into a million pieces with just a sentence.
you stick closer to him, you thought he would heal your broken heart although he was the reason for it.
but he does it again, he takes it and rips it apart because two months later, you find out katsuki has a girlfriend.
you try to break them up.
you really do. you make yourself an issue.
what girl is okay with their boyfriend constantly around his girl best friend. what girl would tolerate that?
katsuki's girlfriend.
you find that out the hard way.
you disrupt their plans but somehow she finds herself there.
you delete messages she sends and she blames it on the network. not katsuki! never him!
he misses countless calls when he is with you but she does not mind!
you drive yourself insane trying to get rid of her.
it seems like she is here to stay.
---
you are eighteen when alcohol is legal and a hot commodity.
when your friend group rents a beach house with the sole purpose of getting wasted.
you see katsuki as soon as you step into the hall. you smile, well almost.
"what the fuck are you wearing?" you furrow your brows at his irritated tone. you swear boys are suppose to like this.
"a bathing suit."
"your entire ass is out." he scowls.
"okay? who cares?"
they do care. they all have their eyes on you.
izuku swallows hard when you smile at him and shouto almost stops breathing when your hip brushes his. katsuki is stalking around the house like he wants to lay claim. like he is seconds away from pissing all over you.
it is on the tip of your tongue to tell him to worry about his girlfriend.
she comes downstairs a second later and is all over him. you are jealous. of course you are! he is letting her do all the things he should have given to you.
the alcohol is all you have to quell you over. when kaminari starts feeling you up, who are you to deny it? he is slurring words with his body flush to yours and katsuki seethes for the world to see.
"you're so pretty and your body." he whistles. you giggle in his face, your arms around his shoulders to press your breasts to his bare abdomen.
he is a good looking guy but he would never compare to katsuki. kaminari's hands trail lower, thumbing the fabric of your bathing suit.
you find katsuki whose jaw locks tighter the longer you are in kaminari's arms. whose knuckles have turned white from being wrapped in fists.
"i've wanted to fuck you for so long." he rasps, you can definitely feel his erection digging into your tummy.
you smile, your lips brushing his "then why haven't you?"
katsuki has had enough.
he yanks kaminari back by his hair and roughly shoves him into the wall. you wince.
"what the fuck, bakugo?" everyone though tipsy is alerted by the scene. katsuki is intimidating and as bad as you feel for kaminari you are stifling a grin behind your palms.
"do you want me to kill you?" katsuki nears him, smoke seems to blow out his nose like a raging bull.
"for what?" katsuki has only gotten bigger over the years, his abs flex as he breathes hard and his bicep swells when he reaches for kaminari.
you step in front of him and katsuki looks murderous as he glares at you.
"yn, move." you are all wide eyed and playing innocent.
"i won't let you hit him."
"you're choosing that dunce over me?" his brows tilt up. you do not say a word. "you let him touch you. you were asking him to fuck you."
it is exactly how you want it to go. his girlfriend furrows her brows. you do not know if it is the alcohol, anger or jealousy but katsuki does not care.
"katsuki." you hate the way his name sounds on her tongue.
"why do you care?" he tenses. she comes up to his side, pulling on his arm.
you want them to fight, you want to draw her to her breaking point and finally push her over the edge.
it should have happened years ago.
---
it is way into the morning, about 1:43 am. everyone is in the rooms, black out drunk and desperately needing to recuperate.
you are on your phone on the couch, still dressed in your bathing suit.
you sit up when katsuki walks down the stairs in a short sweatpants and a tshirt. his hair pushed back by a bando, one of yours he had taken years ago.
he settles right next to you, your feet pulled to your chest and facing him though he is staring at the blank screen of the tv.
"how'd you get her to quiet down?"
"there are men here and they think like men and you still wore that." really he wants to say, i'm a man. a filthy fucked up one that has longed to wreck the friendship between you.
his eyes meet yours looking at your features with so much softness before they lower to all the skin you have on display, your tits, your stomach, the scars and he knows the story for each one.
there are birthmarks he has never seen before, katsuki wants to know more, about you.
his eyes only grow darker, primal, everything in him wants you. he has for a long time.
you ignore his words "did you fuck her?" he scowls "i wouldn't fuck her and then come to you." you scoff.
katsuki's eyes trail to the curve of your cunt, barely covered by that scrap of fabric, the way you have your legs up only makes it more prominent.
"liar. over the last two years, you fucked her and now you're here." his eyes flicker to yours. you rest your phone on the cushion as you lean over to him, his tongue swiping over his lips when your bare ass comes into his view.
you straddle his lap, his legs spread and his bulge pressing into you immediately. his large hands find your hips, holding you as he thrusts up. his erection has you gasping. your hands find purchase in his fluffy blond hair.
you are still smaller than him, you have always been. your face nears his, you want to break down and cry.
"you're my best friend, suki, aren't you supposed to know my every want?" your hips grind into his, panting and mewling into his face, you have not done this before.
your cunt soaks through the thin fabric, it feels wet and slimy. your hips roll against him, why did his dick feel so good when it was not even inside you?
you do not want to stop, you want to do it all and now.
"i do."
"liar."
he thrusts up into your weeping slit and you whine as your body grows hotter. your eyes fixate on his, his hands grip your cheeks and they are so big you feel safe.
you feel like nothing can hurt you so long as he is around. you tilt your head to kiss the side of his palm.
"you want me to kiss you, you want me to touch you." he brings you close until your lips brush. he smells so good, he feels so good and right with you.
"you want me to fuck your little baby pussy that's rubbing on my cock so perfectly and make you mine." you nod your head, gripping onto him more. you have never heard him talk like that, never.
your head goes into a daze. "you want me, you've always wanted me."
"i know you." tears leak from your eyes and katsuki's lips part before he kisses you.
he kisses you and it far exceeds the countless times you dreamed about it. it feels more than fireworks and electricity, katsuki feels like love.
he feels like patience and understanding. katsuki kisses like you are all he needs and all he wants. he kisses with as much feeling as you have harboured for him in all your years of existence.
his lips languidly move along yours, thumb stroking your cheeks and keeping you close.
you practically melt into him more, your breasts flush to his chest, kissing him deeper as you hump his erection. he pulls away and you are breathless, his hands cupping the bare flesh of your ass to help you fuck yourself on him.
"tell me you didn't fuck some other guy." he winces, his forehead meeting yours.
hypocrite, selfish, unfair. that is what he is.
"i didn't." you concede, gripping his shoulders tighter.
"are you just... saying that cause i want to hear it?" you press your lips to his again and katsuki cups the back of your head to kiss you as deeply as he can. to sink his tongue in your mouth and claim it for himself.
your hands pull the strings on either side of your suit's bottoms, tugging it off before your cunt meets the fabric of his shorts and strands of slick coat it.
"fuck me. fuck me and you'll know."
he groans, reaching around you to untie your top.
"such a gorgeous girl." the praise is entirely unfamiliar, katsuki has never called you gorgeous.
"your pussy is so wet, baby. i can feel it already." his hands grope your breasts, tweaking at your nipples that sting with sensitivity. his hands trail over your sternum and squeeze the flesh of your hips.
they feel rough and calloused. like they have lived a life, one you have been there for every second of since he called your name.
your cunt soaks his shorts and leaves a wet patch on the grey fabric but you cannot stop humping him. not when it feels so good, not when your cunt is clenching and the friction is stimulating you.
"i can't wait to have this tight little hole stretched around me, can't wait to fuck you open and have you shaped to my cock. mine alone." his fingers thread through your hair.
"do it suki, please, please put it in." your naked body writhes against him, your hips rocking and stuttering,
you cannot help your moans or the way you are constantly biting on your lips. you are depraved and desperate but katsuki has ruined you from the moment you laid eyes on him.
tears trail down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling between your legs, from the way he looks at and touches you.
"kat it's so big." you mewl, bowing your head and looking at the way your cunt rubs along him.
his rough fingertips find your clit and your jaw hangs as he rubs the bundle of stilted nerves. your face is in the crook of his neck, losing all composure.
"cunt's messy. i want you to cum for me." you whine, your hips grinding harder. hands knotted in his tshirt.
"are you close?" your thighs are locking up and your abdomen feels unbelievably tight, your pussy constantly clenches. "uh huh." his hand grips your throat to make you look at him. "i want to see it, i want to see your eyes roll back, your mouth water and how fucked out your face looks when your pussy is creaming."
your body bounces on his lap, lips parted as he presses your forehead to his. "suki, it feels good, you feel so good." a smile crosses his pretty face.
"yeah? getting yourself off on my cock feels good? nasty girl, you're rubbing your dripping little cunt on me and you're enjoying it." his mouth meets yours in a searing kiss. "i'm enjoying it too, no one compares to you, no one is as pretty or as perfect as you." he whispers, like the only one that matters is you.
your body halts, jerking still on his lap because he is stroking your clit like he has known your body forever. like this is all familiar.
your fingers wrap around his wrist and katsuki grips your throat a bit tighter. just as he expected, just like his daydreams, only ten times better, your eyes roll, drool drips from your pretty mouth and you are the most stunning when your body is overcome by an orgasm.
the first one he has seen from you. "that's it, fuck, baby, doing so well." you whine at the praise, his words itch a part of your brain you never knew about.
your cunt creaming and soaking his pants, there is a wet patch and a sticky mess between your legs. you want to be filled so badly.
you do not think you can function if he does not. you are panting before he releases your throat and you slump into his strong body. he pushes back your hair and holds you close to him, you are all sweaty and his body temperature only makes you hotter.
his hands rub and caress all over you, his chin on your head before he wraps you in a tight hug. "i need to see you like that again, look so fucking pretty." you swallow hard, that sounds so much like a promise for the future. one with you and him.
he kisses your forehead "do you want to have sex?"
you perk up, bobbing your head. "of course i want to."
you are surprised when he brushes your cheek and his expression is saddened.
"this isn't the only time, you know that?" you slowly nod your head. "if you want to wait, i will. we can take things slow."
katsuki, katsuki, katsuki, how could you ever want anyone else.
"i waited long enough. i really want you to fuck me, ki." his eyes grow hooded. he presses a soft peck to your lips before he shifts you off his lap.
he removes his tshirt to reveal full pecs, toned abs, and a deep v line. all things you have seen before. all things you have day dreamed about but you have never seen him right before he would fuck you.
you have never looked at him knowing he would be in your body.
katsuki's skin ripples in defined muscles, any where you look you would see it. his eyes meet yours and your bread hitches. a smile crossing his features softly. his arms rest on either side of your body, gaze flicking to your messy cunt as he leans closer.
his mouth presses to yours in a soft gentle kiss and you find yourself following him when he pulls away. his nose nuzzles yours. "let's go upstairs, i'll get a condom."
you tense. here you are stripped bare, for him to see, for him to touch and have and own the way you have always wanted.
she is upstairs, in his room while you are on the living room couch waiting to be fucked.
you cannot find it in yourself to care.
"what are you thinking about?" his forehead meets yours. his eyes are so red, so red that you want them to draw you in and never let you go. you want them forever, you want him.
"do you use condoms with her?" his brows draw together, he does not want to talk about her but he will answer every question you have.
"always." no hesitation, no dishonesty.
you are immature, especially when it comes to him. "i'm different to you. i'm not like her. right kat?"
katsuki wants to wrap you up in his arms and keep you from the world. he wants to keep you to himself. he should have done it from the start.
kat, ki, suki, they are all his, they are all yours and that is one of the many ways that shows how different you are.
he breathes a heavy breath "you're everything." your hands cup either side of his nape.
"then show me. you shouldn't want something between us." not when itâs me.
katsuki regrets that those words even came out of his mouth. his eyes flick over your features before his large palm is pressing on your chest. you lie back under the weight of his searing touch, under the weight of his heavy gaze.
his lips leave wet kisses to your cheek before he drifts lower. you whine when his tongue laves over your perked nipple. all hot and sticky with saliva. the rough pad of his thumb rolls the darkened flesh before he takes it back into his mouth and circles the bud with his tongue.
your legs jolt, although your bare skin meets katsuki's body. katsuki who is above you completely with his body between your legs. he is so close you cannot think, you can hardly breathe.
"when we were younger." he trails off, leaning closer to press his stiff bulge against your messy cunt. your fingers curl into your palms.
"i used to wonder how big these would get." his hands grope your chest, your breast that have not changed much, have not grown much.
"but i like them this way. so much." his hands are so big, they only make the mounds of flesh look smaller. as he touches and squeezes. as he flusters you.
"why?" your voice seems ten times harder to get out. his mouth covers yours, pressing deep and your eyes tightly close. you whine when he pulls back
"cause it gets me so fucking hard." his voice is rough, you want to hear it that way forever. your hips tilt up to press against him more, where his pants are already soaked with your cum.
katsuki groans before his mouth meets your stomach and he trails kisses down the soft flesh. the closer he gets to the dripping slit between your legs the more you tense.
"kat, wait." your hand reaches for his hair but your fingers keen into themselves when his tongue trails over your stiff clit. your back arches, lips parting.
"why should i? i waited long enough." you said the same and here katsuki is with his mouth over your cunt and amusement all over his face. you cannot look at him.
"it's weird!" his breath hits your soaking mess as he lightly laughs. your legs lift and your toes curl when his heated tongue glides through your opening in a languid stroke.
"tell me how weird it is that my mouth is on your pretty little pussy, that i'm finally getting to taste how sweet you are." your hands rest on your lips and you swallow hard.
katsuki leans in to lap at the cum and the slick that seems never ending. you can hardly keep your eyes open yet you look at him.
with his hooded eyes and you in his mouth. his fingers reach between your legs to pull your lips apart. to spread open your slit and your body jerks when he spits a thick ball of heady saliva into you.
the tip of his tongue glides through the mess before you feel it dipping inside you. your eyes widen and your entire body squirms. your hips rocking, you are not sure if you want to pull away or press more into him.
his strong hands hold your legs open and then he is shoving into you, until your eyes roll and his nose is nuzzled to your clit. your cunt squelches at the intrusion, gummy sticky walls pushed apart.
your fingers dig into the broadness of his shoulders "suki." you cry his name, it is so strange. to have something so foreign inside. to have someone's mouth much less their tongue there.
you are not quite prepared for him to move the wriggling muscle. no nothing could prepare you for the feeling of a tongue squirming inside your cunt and stroking your walls.
katsuki is fucking you with his tongue.
your hips jerk, and tears leak down your face without you realising. your hands tangle in his hair and all he does is press deeper and move faster.
your eyes meet his and you moan so disgustingly loud. his eyes are dark and they look mean. you can feel him everywhere. the muscles in your legs pulsate, he is sucking on you, he is eating you up and you grip his hair so tight because there are no coherent thoughts in your head.
the sounds fuck with you the most, the sounds are sloppy and sticky. the longer you hear it the more your brain turns to mush.
he will not stop, he will not give you a moment to breathe not as you moan and cry, not as you tug his hair or dig your nails into his scalp.
your cunt continuously clenches around the invasive muscle. your stomach feels unbelievably tight, "you're so gross." yet your hips are rocking, yet you are enjoying it. katsuki's tongue moves rougher and your eyes roll back so hard you are disoriented.
"ki, seriously! i'm gonna cum." your voice is watery and jumbled. you think he will stop, isn't he supposed to? but katsuki does not. no, not until you cream in his mouth and all over his face. your body jerks and tenses, you swear you are drooling and there are tears in your eyes.
you are already a mess, when his tongue slips out of your soaked hole you grit your teeth. your entire being is still stuttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
katsuki has liquid down his jaw and lips, some is even in his hair. he lies on top of you, his face close and his cock on your sensitive cunt. he is heavy, all you can feel is hard muscle and his skin as bare as yours.
"you taste like heaven, got the sweetest little pussy." he swipes at your tears and your legs fold on either side of him. "you're gross." he cocks his eyebrow "cause i want to eat your dripping cunt forever? or cause i want to drink up all the cum that comes out of it? which one makes me gross?"
you squeeze your eyes, it makes your heart feel all weird and your cunt throb. you wonder if he can feel it. if he can feel how hard you are pulsating all over.
"open those pretty eyes." his fingers grip your jaw and you whine. you are so flustered, you are so disoriented. katsuki spins you tight and messes up your head.
"all of it, katsu." you are a whimpering mess. you cannot think properly. not when you are naked, not when he is plastered to your skin. you want him inside of you. you want to know what it feels like so badly.
"katsu." he rolls the name around his tongue. you have not called him that in years. you have not called him that since you were kids.
he wonders what you then would say if she saw you now, if she knew how you would be. if she would be as angry as you are because he had been with someone else.
"take it off." you mutter, your hand cupping the hardness of his bulge. it is borderline painful. he has been hard since he sat next to you.
he swallows, sitting up to shove the restrictive material down. your body shifts on the couch as you see his length. long thick, the head a mixture of pink and brown. you have never seen one before.
his balls look heavy, you cannot help but wonder what they would feel like. in your hand, in your mouth. his fingers run across the short blonde pubic hair before he grips the base and squeezes, pre cum leaks from the tip.
he is quick to collect it and stroke it over the bluish veins along his shaft. his eyes meet yours, he looks at your expression. why do you look so in awe?
his defined muscles flex as he comes over you again. he crowds you into the corner of the couch, like he wants to keep you only for himself. only for his eyes.
your legs hook on his hips, his cock pressing into the flesh of your abdomen. he is so close, he is so close to being inside.
"how's it going to fit, ki?" you puff and the groan he lets out is bordering a loss of self control. he hesitates, will it fit? will all of this really fit in your tight little hole? where would it end in your body?
"we'll make it fit, right? tell me you'll make it fit, katsu." there it is again and he is losing his mind. what did you get out of calling him that besides ruining his head? he is already obsessed with you, did you want to make him psychotic too?
you are stripped naked with your cunt an inch away from his length practically begging him to stuff you so full you will ache. katsuki has lost it.
he tries to crack a smile but it is shaky, his thick fingers stroke between your slit and you sigh.
"yeah." it is so unsure, his voice cracks "we'll make it fit, i'll get it all in this cunt." his digits press into your walls, pushing passed the swollen flesh that seems to resist.
the gummy blood filled walls that make you so unbelievably tight. you gasp at the intrusion.
"just have to get this tight hole to loosen up." that seems easier said than done. why are you so tight? why do your walls grip him so viciously and hold him so close?
"fuck, baby. how am i supposed to stretch you out when you're so little?" his mouth meets yours, while his fingers slowly slip in and out of you.
he called you baby.
his mouth coaxes over yours, his lips gliding along yours like he was made for you.
your hips rock as he plunges his digits to his knuckles. everything he does feels good. he could look at you and you would still be this much of a mess.
your hand wraps around his length and katsuki's muscles flex. they flex and ripple, you wish you could see the way every single one contorts.
he grits his teeth, forehead rolling over yours, his jaw clenching before it hangs. he is so beautiful. his eyes lock on where you hold him. where the softness is so mind blowing, where your finger tips do not touch. where you are stroking his reddened cock the way he imagined.
it felt better, your slow, inexperienced strokes feel so much fucking better.
his fingers slam into you, palm grinding into your clit as he quickens his pace. your pussy sputters and wetness coats his digits. some splattering under the force of his movements.
your mouth drops in a moan, all breathy and pretty. "fucking pussy is in love with me. dripping all over, for me. such a loud nasty little cunt. who's it for?" your hand tightens around his base and drags along the length, enough to make him pant.
"you, katsu. it's yours, always been yours." your hips grind and fuck against him, legs spreading wider on instinct. you are so inviting. you are so perfect.
your eyes are barely staying open, your hand jerks his length. there is sweat on your skin. your chest heaving. he pulls his hand from your messy cunt, sticky strands connecting him to you before he collects the pre cum from his tip and presses it to your mouth.
your mouth opens to lap and suck and clean the liquid from his digits. your little hand growing more vigorous in your strokes, it only makes katsuki hump into the space between your fingers. "i want to fill you all over, i want to fuck you everywhere. this baby mouth, this vice pussy and this teasing little ass. i want to stuff your belly and holes with my cum. i want to cover you in it."
he is so nasty, he shoves into your mouth until you gag, until spit pools in your mouth and you drink it all down again. he cups your cheek and presses the sweetest kiss to your mouth, a soft wet smack filling the empty room.
katsuki is perfection incarnate.
he sits up on his knees, your hand slipping from his length as he grips your hips and pulls you lower. your legs spread and his cock resting on your abdomen.
his large hand spans out pressing his length against your flesh as he trails to the head. pre cum pools from the slit and katsuki's eyebrows bind together so tight. his jaw locks and his red eyes have gone black.
he is sizing you up. he is trying to figure out where exactly his cock is going to reach in you. you are breathless, you are a mess. katsuki has always been bigger than you.
he is lean muscle but they bulge so wide they make themselves present. he is all hard defined rivets in the planes of his skin.
"are you sure you want to do it?" his eyes lock with yours. why would he ask that like you would not say yes a million times?
"i am. i've never been more sure of something." i've never been more sure it's you. katsuki will always be the one. always.
"i want to have sex with you, i want you inside of me." he swallows hard. then his face relaxes, he looks so soft.
"tell me if it hurts. i'll stop if you want me to." he reaches down, leaning more over you as he strokes his length. his stiff cock bobs before his head is mushed into the sticky flesh of your pussy.
you gasp, looking at him breach your entrance. your slit slowly being pulled apart. katsuki was relaxed, he was but now his heart is beating out of his chest.
he has never had raw sex before. he has never been inside without a condom. you feel better than anything, even with a condom he is sure you would be better. you are better.
your pussy is warm and wet, so unbelievably wet. he does not know if your gummy walls are sucking on him or sucking him in, he thinks it might be both. he pushes in until the swollen flesh of his head is surrounded by your sticky hole.
you both let out laboured breaths. katsuki is inside you, he is inside of you and he cannot think. he wants to burn this moment into his brain and eye lids. he wants to think about this forever.
you feel so tight, warm and wet that katsuki feels like he will cum. he will cum and fill you up and he will want to do it again and again.
"how are you this good?" he grits his teeth. "your pussy keeps holding me, so tightly. how am i supposed to fuck you if you won't let me move?" he covers you, his face in front of yours, one hand cupping your throat and the other stroking your waist.
"rub your little clit for me and loosen up. you want my cock in you, right? you want me to fuck your cunt, don't you?" you whine, your hand reaching between your soft skin and his muscular flesh.
finding the stilted bundle of nerves and roughly rolling it. you cannot think, you cannot think at all. katsuki is inside of you and you are looking into his eyes.
how can you function?
"katsu, i want it so bad. i want you to fuck me so bad." your cunt gushes around him. you soak him again and again.
"yeah, want my cock to spread you open and fill up this pussy." he shoves in an inch more and you swear it sucks the life out of you.
"put it all in, please. i don't care if it hurts." he pants into your face, easing in more and more of his heady length. it feels like it goes on forever.
tears stream down your cheeks and your hand grips the back of his nape.
"such a good girl, pretty girl. you're doing so well." you whine, you want to cry and scream for him.
you are insanely tight and you are insanely hot.
you wrap around him and guzzle, you squeeze and you slurp him up.
katsuki cannot fuck you with a condom. he could never do it after feeling you like this.
"how much more is there, katsu?" your voice is as teary as your eyes. he brings your hand away from your clit to hold his nape. both of your hands intertwining before they lace in the spiky blonde strands near the base of his neck.
"a little more. breathe for me." and you do, you do as he anchors his hands on your hips. he slams into you so hard your cunt squelches, so hard your back arches off the couch and your voice pitches up into a broken cry of his name.
it is more than a little, you feel so stretched out, so pulled wide and filled to the brin. tears leak down your face
"it feels like." you trail off with dazed eyes "you're in my guts. no, my throat." katsuki pants above you
"i am." his voice is warbled. when you stare up at him in confusion, you follow where his gaze is locked. your entire body vibrates, there is a bulge in your stomach, there is a bulge where his cock is seated deep inside you.
your pussy tightens up around him so suddenly that katsuki hisses. "it's so deep, katsu." your head drops back onto the cushion, your legs hooking around his hips. his pelvis is flush to yours, he is buried inside you. he pulled you apart to shove himself inside.
you grip him so perfectly that katsuki feels like he will faint. he feels like he is blacking out.
"can you move?" you whine.
katsuki does not think he can.
he might just cum inside you this very moment.
he nods, leaning back to hold your legs open by the back of your knees. you lift yourself onto your elbows, both of you watching as he pulls out to just beneath his head, sticky strands of your slick covering his length and dripping from it before he slams straight to the base.
the bulge in your stomach appears again. you moan so loud, katsuki wants to hear it again and again.
you both watch him enter and exit you, watch him pound his heady cock into your walls. it feels so good your head is a mess.
he only fucks into you a few times, only makes a good few strokes before he stops.
"fuck you're bleeding. does it hurt?" his eyes are so filled with concern whilst yours only have lust.
you shake your head, "don't stop, katsu, don't stop."
your legs tighten around him, practically urging him to keep slamming the thickness of his cock inside of you.
"baby." he mutters unsurely, his fingers pressing into your skin.
"you got your answer, please keep fucking me. it feels so good." your head drops to the cushion as you grope your breasts. your nipples have never been this sensitive before. you want his mouth on them again. you tweak the buds as the gears turn in katsuki's head.
"you were a virgin." he breathes, you roll your hips. why won't he fuck you?
"fuck me, suki. harder." you whine and you jolt when he covers you. when your legs are pressed tight to your chest and his hand grips your throat. he presses down on the sides and when he really does fuck you, his thrusts are brutal and deep. he puts all of his weight into it as he fucks your pussy.
"does it feel that good, you want me pounding my cock into your freshly opened pussy?" you mewl, nails finding purchase in his back as you leave scratches down the ripples of muscle.
"you let me stretch out and pull apart your virgin cunt. you're bleeding all over my cock. that means you're mine." you nod, you bob your head with no hesitation.
"m'yours, yours." you babble as his cock is thrust into your walls. brushing your cervix and making you see stars. he slams so hard into you that there are wet smacking noises between your sexes. there are hard lashes of skin on skin.
his fingers hold your throat, you are so little under him he feels like he will crush it if he is not careful. your thighs tremble and your body jerks.
he is so heavy and he is so big and the way he feels sends your head into overdrive.
you are a spiralling mess. he huffs in your face, readjusting and you did not think he could go harder but he does.
he does and you shriek.
drool drips down your jaw and your eyes roll. you never thought it would feel that good.
you never really considered that a cock would warm you from the inside out.
katsuki's tongue laves over your tears and the whimper you let out drives him insane.
he is past the point of return.
every vein, ridge and bump on his cock is stroked by you. your cunt tries so hard to clamp down and keep him in until you have memorised them all, until you have taken his shape.
"why'd you keep this from me? all these years we could've been." he groans at the thought "we could've been fucking, i could've had you and this pussy from the start."
your legs tremble, barely perched on either side of his hips. your nails digging further in his skin to find your bearings. katsuki's hands are on you, he is in you. it feels like something out of a dream.
"i didn't keep it from you, i kept it for you." your words are forced out and broken, you can hardly speak with the constant pressure in your body.
"i used to think about you, about what i would do if you ever let me. i used to jerk off to you, all the fucking time." he grits his teeth, strokes growing more forceful, they hit deeper than before. they hit and caress every single spot inside you. "i rubbed my dick raw because i wanted you. why didn't you just tell me, baby? i would've given you it all. i'm giving you it all."
your fingers wrap around his wrist, he is so big. he is so big all over it makes you delirious. you are practically tugging his forearm closer to your chest.
"m'sorry, katsu." your eyes meet and katsuki breathes hard.
you look ditzy, you look downright brainless. he has never seen you like this, spit slicked lips, drooling and crying. getting filled with cock and becoming a fucked out mess.
this is his, this is his because no one else has seen it.
how can katsuki stay mad at you? how can he punish you for the past when you are giving him this?
he throbs inside you, he cannot seem to stop fucking you, he wants to do it forever. he wants to be wrapped up in the oasis between your pretty plush thighs forever.
you reach for his jaw, trembling fingers gracing the sharp perimeter. you want him close. you wonder how much closer you can get him than buried inside your cunt, than him prodding your cervix. than him nestled in your heart for years. you want him closer than that. he draws nearer, his nose nuzzling yours before soft pink lips meet yours.
"you're too good for me." you whine, his brows tilt up and he looks so pained. "but i can't handle seeing you with someone else." you shake your head.
oh never never never.
you have never wanted someone else.
you never will.
no one could ever compare to katsuki.
"i'm yours, only yours." you cry.
"yeah? you're mine, you'll always be mine and i'm yours." there is not an ounce of air in your body because he took it all. the shift of his hips is slow, it is slow and intentional.
he is yours. katsuki is yours. just as he is meant to be.
"promise?" you sound like the most precious thing ever.
you are. that is what you are.
"i swear, baby." your legs are jelly, they have lost all feeling. they shaking every time his thighs hit the back of yours. you cannot even stop them from spasming every once in a while. katsuki fucks hard, he gets deep and messes up everything.
he gets so deep your head is empty but so full. so full of him and the feeling. you feel everything ten times more.
your back arches "katsu, please." he hums, his hand rubs your little throat before he squeezes again. your jaw hangs. he is nasty. so nasty.
"what do you want?" his voice is baritone and love. his voice is what you want to hear the second you wake up and the minute before you fall asleep.
"you, just want you." you should not have said that, that seems to send katsuki far beyond a point he was trying so hard to avoid. the way he slams into you now is brutal, you feel the way your cunt clenches when he pulls out and the way he stretches you open all over again.
the bulge in your stomach is constantly reappearing. liquid drips from your slit down your ass and his balls. it splatters from your nasty union to the couch, to your skin and his. it froths up around his base until the blonde of his pubic hair is soaked. you bind him so tight in slick gummy walls, he does not think he will ever get this out of his head.
no he will remember this when he is at school, when he is supposed to be listening to lectures he will be hearing your messy cunt instead. he will hear the sopping noises your cunt makes when she is getting pounded.
when he is working out he will want you under him. katsuki will not be able to keep his hands off you after this.
he curses, fingers biting into your skin, he is over you completely. his forehead presses down on yours. he is gripping you so hard you swear it will bruise.
his finger marks will be on your skin and every one will know katsuki fucked you.
"ease up before i cum in you." katsuki's abs tense, they tighten up so much they hurt.
you puff into his face "you don't you want to?" cause you want him to. you want his seed spilled deep inside of you. you want your cunt creamed by him. you squeeze him so suddenly katsuki grunts.
"of course i fucking want to." his eyes narrow, sweat drips down his hairline. you did not realise how much he was sweating until his sticky skin glistens.
"i want to cum so deep in your pussy you'll never forget it. i want to fill you up and make you keep it in." his hips stutter and his movements grow sloppy. he is so close.
"then do it katsu, i need it. i need your cum." he whimpers. you have certainly never heard him like that before.
"you need it?" his voice is soft and the second you nod he sees white. his arms wrap around your waist to press you flush to him. his head drops to your chest and your hands stroke his hair as he pumps his hips.
deliberately and forceful.
you feel the weight of it more so. he groans into your chest, eyes tightly shut before his pelvis meets yours with no space between. where he is buried to the hilt.
his muscles spasm and your eyes roll when you feel his cock throb and vapid spurts are shot into you.
you feel like he paints your insides and it is so hot you are shaking. you can see the way his back ripples as he cums, the way he breathes heavy and feel his arms bulge as he holds you close.
you can make out reddened ears and blushing cheeks. your fingers thread through his hair, leaning into to press your nose to the crown of his head where blonde tuffs stick into the air.
his hips shallowly rock, pumping your pussy full of his seed and you tense as it leaks past the perimeter of his cock down your slit.
he shakily breathes before he wetly kisses up your sternum. you think all the air leaves your lungs when he kisses your lips.
"i love you."
you flinch when you hear it. there is absolutely no way he said that.
"you're just saying that cause you fucked me" you avoid him or you try to. it is hard to avoid a man that has his cock inside of you.
"no. i love you, i love you more than you know. and i'm sorry i fucked up. i'm sorry i took so long to say it." he tries to pacify you but you are stubborn.
you think you just might cry.
"can you take it out?" katsuki's face contorts but you have no clue what his expression means. he slowly straightens up, his hands cupping beneath your knees.
when he pulls out, his cum leaks from you. you wince from the feeling but katsuki loves the sight. he thinks filling you with his cum is the greatest thing he has ever done.
he regrets not doing it sooner.
you reach for his shirt once he is off of you. you tug the material over your body, you cannot help but lift it to your nose and inhale his scent. katsuki should have been yours. he was always meant to be yours so why did he find you so late when you were there all along?
katsuki smells like all the years and memories you shared with him. katsuki smells like love and comfort.
he notices you nuzzling his shirt and he swears there is nothing as precious as you. he pulls his shorts up.
you stand slowly, gritting your teeth. "it's dripping." katsuki needs you to be quiet before he gets hard again.
he needs you to be quiet before he makes you spread your legs so he can get his mouth on your cunt again. so he can drink all the cum he filled your pussy with and stuff you full with more.
he reaches for your hand, softly stroking it with his thumb. "c'mon."
"where?" you remain still despite him trying to pull you along with him.
"to my room."
katsuki feels his heart drop when you yank your hand away.
"your stupid girlfriend is up there." you roll of your eyes. katsuki was just inside you, he came inside you. all the remnants are leaking down your thighs and you are acting like that?
his brows knit in frustration and although you like to act as though katsuki can never move you, truth is, he can. he grips your wrist and pulls you up the stairs with no issue.
even as you protest. you try to argue as quietly as possible because the last thing you want is to alert everyone in the house.
"katsuki, are you crazy?" he shoves open the door and once you are inside he locks it.
"katsuki?" he stares at you incredulously, "what happened to katsu? what happened between then and now for you to act like this?"
and you are crying, you look so miserable. he thinks you look too cute for your own good but he wants to curb your tears instantly.
"she's still your girlfriend." you brokenly say.
"i broke up with her. i wouldn't do that to you, i wouldn't sleep with you while i was with someone else. we had sex because i'm yours okay? i always have been."
katsuki aches to pull you close, to wipe your tears.
"she's leaving in the morning. it's just you and me. it should've been like that from the start." he cannot take it anymore, he pulls you into his chest. you who fits into him so perfectly, you were made for him and him for you. he sees that now.
"i know i don't deserve it, i don't deserve you but can you say i love you?"
you brokenly sob, "i love you, i love you. i love you, katsu. love you so much." you cry like those words were waiting for an opportunity to escape. to finally be in the world.
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Summary: During a night patrol, you find yourself being pulled into a dim alleyway by your villainous boyfriend
Warnings: smut w/o plot
Word count: 1820
Authors: Cass & Rouge
During one of the night patrols, Dabi decided to simply snatch you off the street and pull you into a dark alleyway. "Look at you! Dressed so nicely. My little hero," Dabi purred, wrapping arms around your waist as he pressed you against a cold wall.
You looked shocked at Dabi, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "What are you doing?" You asked, your voice trembling with disbelief. "Brrr! Cold!"
"Oh, now you pretend to feel cold? Somehow you didn't whine like that the last time we fucked outside," Dabi chuckled, pushing his knee between your legs, parting them wider. "I missed my little hero. Don't tell me you didn't miss me."
Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you heard his words, and your heart raced in response. And then, as his knee pushed in between your thighs, a wave of desire and anticipation coursed through you. "Dabi..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your bodies pressed together, intensifying the electrifying connection between you as you desperately started planting kisses on his jawline.
His hand grasped on your hip tightly, he picked you up, pressing you more against the wall.Â
"Is that all you can say to me now? Or are we playing a hero and a bad, bad villain, huh?â Dabi purred, kissing your neck while his hands started working on getting rid of the costume you wore. "You look so pretty in it but I prefer you without too many clothes on."
You blushed deeply at his words, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was remarkable how Dabi possessed this uncanny ability to make you flush with just a single word spoken. His presence had a way of igniting a fire within you that you couldn't easily extinguish. "Not... here," you whispered, your voice barely audible as he began to work on your clothes. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through you, and the thought of being caught in such an intimate act fueled your desires.
Dabi laughed shortly, hands moving along your back. "Not here? And why is that?" He muttered lowly, close to your ear. "What? Are you worried your hero friends will witness you getting fucked by a villain? Are you worried they will find out you are just a bad guy's slut?â
"T-they won't understand..." You whispered quietly, shivering under his every touch.
"Not that they would ever understand," he rolled his eyes. "The minimum we can offer is a small spectacle. Don't you agree, doll?" Dabi hummed, slowly removing the lower part of your gear.
You parted your lips, holding tightly onto his neck. "You'll be the death of me one day." You kissed his jaw again, soon aiming for his lips.
Dabi suddenly set you back on the ground and kneeled between your legs, putting one of them over his shoulder. "Oh, I don't think you deserved a kiss yet."
Fortunately, with your costume, gaining access to your undergarments was a simple task. Two of his fingers pressed into the soft fabric of your panties. "Look at that. So against it yet my little doll is already wet, just for me. Interesting."
You slipped your hands into his black, spiky hair, relishing the soft texture as your fingers entwined in the strands. His hair felt slightly rebellious, matching his edgy demeanor. "Oh my Gosh," you whispered, barely moving your lips. "Please, I need you to fuck me, I won't hold it any longer... Do I sound like a needy whore? God, I hope I don't..."
"Oh, you do sound like this," Dabi teased and soon moved your panties to the side. Rough pads of his fingers pressed to your clit. "You sound like my needy, little, slut."Â
Right after those words, his fingers moved lower, gently prodding at your tight entrance as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
You arched your back, putting one of your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans. Dabi skillfully maneuvered, guiding you with a finesse that made it feel as though you were an instrument in his hands. Every touch, every caress, was orchestrated with precision, evoking a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within you. "Can you stop teasing me?" You whimpered. "I want your cock in. Now."
Dabi frowned and pulled away, placing hands on your hips. "Do I need to remind you that I am the one in charge here? If you piss me off, I'll leave you here all alone and needy."
You looked down at Dabi, nodding your head. "S-sorry, Dabi..."
"That's my doll," Dabi praised you and dived back between your legs. His tongue licked and pushed into your entrance while his fingers pinched your clit.
To get some more friction, you tried to buck your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy over his face; soft moans escaping your parted lips.
He growled and pulled away. "You're really annoying tonight. Fucking needy whore."
Dabi got up to his feet and immediately turned you around so you faced the wall. "Telling me what to do, moving when I didn't allow you to." All you could hear was the sound of him unfastening his pants. "I wanted to make my doll feel good but fine. Iâm gonna fuck you like the slut you are."
He pressed you hard against the cold wall and then pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy from behind with a low growl.
"Fuck," you moaned quietly. The way Dabi made you feel was overwhelming, like an intoxicating wave crashing over you. Every touch, every whispered word sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire within your soul. The intensity of your connection was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't resist diving deeper into this all-encompassing sensation. It was a blissful chaos that consumed you entirely. One of your hands slipped between your thighs to rub little circles over your pussy. "Fuck, ohm, yes, yes! So good! Fuck me!"
"You really want me to fucking stop, don't you?â Dabi scolded you and grabbed your busy hand to pin it over your head. He didn't stop himself from using his quirk to slightly burn your wrist as a punishment. "You will never learn that I am the only one that can touch you."
His other hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, pressing hard on your skin to add the nice pressure to the place where his cock created a bulge.
Dabi made sure he kept the hard and fast pace so you could feel every inch of his dick and how deep he was reaching.
You moaned loudly as Dabi quickened his pace, your voice echoing in the alley as pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The intensity of the moment intensified, building up like a wildfire, as he expertly pushed us both towards the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of your passion mingled in the air, creating a symphony of desire; the sound of skin slapping against skin was almost enough to send you over the edge. "F-forgive me, Dabi! It's... So good! I couldn't stop myself!"
"I knew heroes were pathetic but you, doll?" He groaned, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I thought I trained you well, yet you still do stuff like this."
Hand from your abdomen swiftly moved to your clit to pinch it before he started to rub fast circles over it.Â
His chest pressed against your back, pressing you even harder to the wall as his thrusts became even faster. "C'mon, you little slut. Come for me, come on my cock. Fuck," he growled, getting a bit overhelmed by the nice feeling of your walls tightening around him.
"Fuck!" You let out a weak moan, your legs trembling under the force of his hard thrusts. The intensity of your connection overwhelmed you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each powerful movement left you gasping for air, completely consumed by the raw passion between the two of you. Your lips went dry and even running your tongue's top over them wasn't helping at that point. "D-Dabi! Harder! Fuck, harder!" You pleaded, your eyes welling up with tears as you glanced at him, hoping he would understand.
With an eye roll he grabbed your hips and increased the pace, fucking you even harder and faster than before. His grip was so strong that he expected your skin to have a nice souvenir for a few days. Dabi groaned from time to time, feeling himself getting closer.
You reached your peak, your body trembling with pleasure despite the lingering pain from the small burn on your wrist and the intense sensations radiating from within your pussy as Dabi continued to thrust in you hard. The sheer ecstasy consumed you, overpowering any discomfort, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly lost in the moment; the only thing to escape your lips was Dabi's name.
"Fuck!" Dabi growled and he shot warm ribbons of cum deep inside you.
Just for a moment Dabi rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
His palms let go of your hips and moved up your belly to hug you tightly from behind. "My little hero slut. Such a good girl,â Dabi purred against your ear before giving it a playful bite.
After Dabi pulled out of you, you turned in his arms, a sense of intimacy and contentment enveloping you both.Â
Taking a moment to adjust and improve your gear, particularly the pants, you then wrapped your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Nuzzling against him, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck, cherishing the closeness. "I love it when you go rough on me..."
Dabi pulled his pants back up and made himself look presentable again. "Yeah but I don't like when you act bratty," he scolded you and then smacked your ass hard. "Next time I really will leave you in such a state." Dabi warned.
You kissed his nape, inhaling his scent. "I promise to be a good girl, Toya."
He chuckled lowly. "Oh, we'll see how long you're gonna keep that promise," Dabi patted your head. "Now, better go before someone realizes you went silent. You can be sure I'll find you later."
"You promise?" You whined, becoming clingy.Â
You despised the moments when Dabi had to depart, when the weight of your clandestine relationship became painfully evident. The reality of your position as a hero, bound by duty and responsibilities, meant that you couldn't be together openly. It tore at your heart, creating a constant ache within your soul.
"Of course I promise, little doll," Dabi patted your head. "Though others may perceive me as an aberrant being, I would never break my promise.â
You need an heir and fortunately for Eijiro, he has been chosen to give you such.
Warning: Sort of selling ones body, Fantasy AU, hints of an arranged marriage, consensual cheating, pregnancy, breeding kink, smut, sort of a sexual awakening for YN
Words: 6,1k
Sir Kirishima Eijiro walked through the halls of the castle as he moved forward with a goal in mind. He had been summoned before you, and for what reason, he was about to find out. It made him nervous and borderline fearful. It wasnât as if he was so unknown that this would be a total surprise but considering that he had only ever had a few encounters with you, it was one of surprise regardless.
The large redhaired knight moved quickly, letting out a stuttered breath. He minded the maids and the handmaidens he passed, nodding to them all quickly as he made his way to the Queenâs side of the palace. The large palace was clean to no fault with decorations that made the entire hallway seem almost mystical in the late night.
Eijiro finally made it to the Queenâs drawing room. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He let out a stuttered breath before motioning to the other guards to allow him through. The guards opened the door allowing the knight inside. The room was lit with candles as well as the fireplace. The room had plush chairs that were occupied by a few ladies, one whom was playing the piano filling the room with song. The knightâs presence didnât go unnoticed by them as they giggled at his appearance.
Suddenly, Eijiro felt like a fish out of water.
However is attention was on you. You sat on a lounge chair, relaxed in a state that Eijiro had never been permitted to see you in. You were not in one of your corseted or buttoned dresses that kept you modest, hidden and yet beautiful. No, not in the slightest. You sat in a white long satin feathered robe with a satin belt to match that was tied around your waist. Eijiroâs eyes met yours as you watched him carefully.
Immediately, the knight moved down to one knee, his head bent down before you as he prayed that you would not demand for his eyes due to his stupidity to gaze upon you in such a state. âYour majesty, Queen Y/N. I apologize for my tardiness, I had only learnt of your summons now and-â
âThere is no need for apologies.â You dismissed him of any grovelling he might be prepared to do before you. You looked down at the knight in front of you. He was dressed in silver armour, typical of a knight, however he had a black cape which wasnât so typical, that cascaded down his right shoulder, pooling on the floor next to him, regal and beautiful. He was a large man. Larger than life, burly and thick of muscle and yet undeniably handsome with round ruby eyes to hypnotise any that gazed upon him. You tilted your head up with a gentle smirk. âSir Kirishima EijiroâŠâ You let out lowly. âA Beast of the battlefield. The Red Riot, unbreakable.â You stated his titles, making the ladies around you giggle, all dressed in nightwear, although much more covered up than you. Eijiro blushed. âDo you know why I called you here?â
âNo, your majesty.â
You hummed as you looked up. You motioned with one hand and your ladies stood up and left the room. It took a minute, before the both of you were truly alone. You stood up from your chair. âPlease, rise Sir Kirishima. Sit. We are alone here, just you and I.â You told him honestly.
The knightâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked up from where he was. You bore a harmless smile as you looked down at him. He hesitated for a second before rising to his feet and moving to sit in one of the chairs opposite you. You smiled, happy to see him sitting down. You moved over to grab two glasses of wine. You poured one for yourself and one for him.
With your back to him, Eijiro wasnât entirely sure what to expect. âTell me, Sir Kirishima⊠is it true that your hair changed colour due to the sheer amount of blood that had fallen upon it?â You asked.
Eijiro wasnât entirely sure if this was a conversation meant to happen between him and a noble woman but you were his queen and he had to answer any question you had. He cleared his throat. âI am not entirely sure, your majesty. The mages say so, however my father believed its some odd soap I use.â
His bluntness made you laugh. You turned around with the two glasses of wine. âSounds like something your father would say. A good man. A man who protected the realm and the royal family with his life.â You moved over to hand him a glass. He gratefully took it from you with a nod as you moved back to sit down in your chair. âMay his soul rest in the stars. He would have been very proud of all youâve become.â
Eijiro gave a sad smile as he looked to the cup of red wine in his hand. He lifted it up to his lips. âI pray so.â He let out lowly as he tasted the expensive wine. It was no tavern beer, that was for sure. This was sweet as it was burning, and fruity too. It tasted good.
âI know he would. You are the head of your family now, arenât you? Youâve done well with your circumstances to keep your family alive. Thatâs commendable.â
Eijiro didnât really say anything to that. After his father died in battle years ago, Eijiro was left as the oldest and only son of his family and had to do everything he could to care for them. Considering he was a lot like his father, becoming a knight wasnât too difficult. It was a lot of work but it brought in money and put food on the table and that was all Eijiro wanted for his family. He worked hard at trying to rise up the ranks. The higher in ranks he became, the more money could send home for all his younger sisters and his mother. A cattle farm could only bring in so much.
You noticed his slight shift showing how he was a bit uncomfortable with the topic. You gave him a sad smile. âI apologise if I have made you uncomfortable. You see, I did not bring you here to discuss your father nor your path in life. I summoned you, because I have a proposal.â Eijiro looked up to you as you stared down at your glass of wine. For as long as he had known you, you never really looked nervous before. You were always such a calm and collected Queen. You were beautiful and lovely, calm and logical and yet loving and thoughtful towards your subjects. Yet now, without all the frills and eyes, you seemed almost⊠like a person. âThe king is infertile.â
That news made Eijiroâs eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at that news. It was something that was so unfathomable to think about oneâs king it was often seen as treason to even discuss the possibility of it. âHow⊠how do you know this?â
You leaned back as you took a sip of your wine. âAs you know, the King and I have been married for five years and we have yet to be blessed with a child. At first, the healers thought that I might be the problem and thus advised that the king take a mistress.â You lifted up the glass to your lip, a large gulp this time as you tried to calm your nerves. âHowever, even then, no matter the woman, no seed was planted.â
Such news made Eijiroâs head spin. This felt way too much for him to know. Such a big secret could get one killed. He moved to take a gulp of his own wine before looking back to you.
âOf course, we can not tell the public of this. This means the end of a dynasty and end of the family that has ruled the kingdom for nearly a century, however the facts do not change. The royal family needs an heir and if it can not come from his majesty⊠it must come from me. And that is where you come in.â
Eijiro raised a dark eyebrow. âMy queen? How could I possibly help?â
You took a moment, really thinking this through before letting out a heavy breath. You looked up to the knight in front of you. âI want you to give me your seed to grow it into a child. In simple words, I want you to breed me.â
Eijiro choked on his spit, forcing him to set down his glass as he coughed. You knew it was a lot to process so you let him take a second. Eijiro sat up as he looked at you wide eyed. âWhy me? Your majesty,â He let out a humoured chuckle. âI am of no importance. I am not a noble nor am I a Lord of any house or land. I am⊠I am not worth being the father of a king.â He reasoned. It was painful to hear him say it but you knew it was true just how he knew it was true.
You shifted uncomfortably for a moment but gained your confidence again. âSir Kirishima, I am aware, but I have thought of every other outcome. All other lords are already married and much too prideful to have any restraint in not claiming their own name over the babe. You share characteristics with the king that could cover up any questioning of heritage. Your eye colour and hair, although features are different, we could excuse that on my part.â
âYour majesty even if what you say is true, that I would-â His voice got stuck in his throat. The pure notion of it was almost too unbelievable to say and put it into the air. âIf it was indeed true, how would this benefit me slightly?â
You smiled, happy that he was thinking about himself and his safety in this matter. âDo not worry, I will ensure that you are paid weekly for your⊠duties to me.â A red blush came onto his cheeks but he tried to keep a straight face. âIf I do conceive a child, your pay will increase handsomely. From the moment you agree to this you will be trained as becoming part of my Queenâs Guard and will be by my side the entire time. You will get to watch your child become ruler of our kingdom. You will be given enough land and money for your family to live more than comfortably.â
Eijiro hesitated. He would be a damn fool to deny this offer. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. For all the reward he would be getting just to impregnate you, it seemed all too good to be true. If he did this, it would mean never having to worry about his family financially ever again. It would mean focusing on getting his sisters the lives they wanted instead of just helping them survive day by day. It meant finally getting some stress off his motherâs shoulders, knowing he would be in a safer position in your Queenâs Guard where he would just have to protect you all day and not risk his life out there. It would mean watching the child he created with you grow up to become ruler.
You could see the gears working in his head as he thought about this. âAll I need is an heir and spare from you, and if that is where you wish to cut all physical interactions with me, that is all well with me.â You assured him.
Eijiro was quiet and you werenât entirely sure what he would say about this matter. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. âI will do it, your majesty. Although I have one request to make.â He opened his deep ruby eyes and looked over to you, a serious look on his face.
You sat up at that. âYou may state it.â
âMy sisters Tamami and Tamiko⊠I wish for you to help them to become some sort of ladies. They are⊠they are on the softer side and always loved the thought of court and dresses and all that. I heard you sponsor ladies of humble beginnings so that they might flourish. I would be forever grateful if you could increase their chances for a better life, better than a common born woman can get on her own.â He requested, head down.
You paused at the request. You were expecting something, anything about him and yet here he was making a request for his sisters to have a better life and not him. You smiled dearly at the man in front of you. You got up from your chair and carefully walked over to him. You crouched down in front of him, making his eyes widen in surprise. You nodded your head. âI promise to do all that I can for your sisters and family.â You guaranteed him.
He nodded slowly. âAlright then. Iâll⊠Iâll be your stud, your majesty.â
Eijiro wasnât sure what he was getting himself into now that he was sitting in your bedroom, waiting for you to arrive. You were having dinner with the king last he heard which was why in the middle of that one of your closest handmaidens, a woman he had grown to be close with, Ashido Mina, had brought him here to wait for you.
Tonight was the night. The starting night of the journey of creating a king.
Quite literally.
Eijiro tried his best when he bathed today, trying to smell at least fresh enough for you to lay with him, and heâd even washed his hair and begged one of the laundrymaids to wash his shirt again and make it look nice. It wasnât like this was him courting you or anything. But he at least wanted to impress you. You came to him, and he had to keep up your expectations.
His heart was thrumming in his chest as he tried to keep a level head. To sleep with a noble wasnât uncommon for knights, he had heard enough stories from them about how noblewomen would call them into their beds late at night when their husbands were off with mistresses or too busy to give them thought. Sleeping with a noblewoman was one thing, sleeping with the Queen was something else entirely.
He perked up at the sound of talking by a door nearby. It was mostly muffled so he couldnât hear a thing. The door opened to reveal you, in the same robe as when he had first talked to you, however behind you was the king. The man was talking to you in a hushed voice.
âIâll be fine. Go have your own fun.â You shooed him away. The king glanced up at Eijiro, harsh crimson eyes on him making the knight stiffen. He turned away within the second, allowing you to close and lock the door. You turned to the knight in front of you, sitting on your large four poster bed.
He stood up immediately and moved to kneel before you. âYour Majesty.â
You chuckled at the knight. âNo need, Sir Kirishima. If you are about to see me bare when itâs just the two of us, I donât think pleasantries are needed.â
That brought a blush to his face as he stood back up. âThenâŠâ He turned to grab his own glass of wine as well as one that he poured for you. He had already halved his glass in the time that he was waiting for you. He moved in long but few strides over to you, handing you a glass. âPlease, my Queen.â
You looked up at him. He sure was big. A large man that seemed to make a dwarf out of you. You took the glass, your soft unworked hands brushing his own hardened calloused ones. You took the glass and smiled up to him. âY/N⊠call me, Y/N.â
He smiled at your name without the title. He lifted his glass to you. âThen call me Eijiro.â
âEijiroâŠâ You hummed as you took a sip walking off towards the bed. âA wise young man⊠Iâm guessing that was your fatherâs idea.â
He scoffed with a low chuckle. âProbably.â Eijiro watched you as you sat down on the bed, moving to cross your legs. Your bare legs were revealed to him, unblemished and free of any thousands of layers of silk or lace. Eijiro swallowed down hard as he looked to the window. âWhere is his majesty going?â
You shrugged. âI never know. He could go to his own room, or his study or stay next door. Doesnât matter to me. As far as anyone knows, Iâm with him currently, so you need not worry about trying to hinder your voice. The king has always been ratherâŠâ You hesitated, feeling heat crawl up your neck. âVocal in our marital acts.â
Eijiro glanced to you. He decided to be daring. He put down his wine glass. âAnd you?â He asked as he took slow steps towards you. âAre you vocal?â
You shrugged as you gave him your wine glass to put down. âWhat is there to be vocal about?â You asked. âSpeaking of whichâŠâ you shuffled higher up the bed, moving to slip down your robe. You revealed to him a mid-thigh silk night dress that fell on your body like something Eijiro could only dream to afford for you. You moved to splay yourself before him. You lay down on the covers, making yourself comfortable. âIâm ready.â You announced.
Eijiro blinked once. Twice. Three times. He tilted his head. âYour⊠Y/N, what are you doing?â He asked confused.
You lifted your head to look at him. âI am in position.â
âFor what?â
âFor you to bed me.â Eijiro raised an eyebrow confused and a bit hesitant. Was this how you and the king did it? You frowned at his confused look. âThis normally works with his majesty. Do you wish for me to be in a different position?â You asked as you sat up. âI can be on my hands and knees if you wish. That usually is what works if this doesnât.â Eijiro watched you shuffle trying to take on a position that would be best for him to bed you, yes, but⊠it didnât seem very pleasurable at all.
Was this what you meant when you said there was nothing to be vocal about?
Eijiro scowled as he put down your glass. âY/N, may you sit up for me.â
You turned your head back to look at him. He seemed rather angry, maybe even offended with you. You moved to sit upright on the bed. âIâm sorry, did I offend you. If so-â
âYour majesty, I donât know how you and the kingâs intimate life is like, but with meâŠâ You felt large hands be placed on your hips. Your eyes widened in surprise as you were pulled forward closer to him. Your legs naturally parted to allow him between them from where he stood at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him wide eyed in surprise. He moved one hand up to your chin to keep you looking up at him. He looked down at you genuinely. âI donât want to just⊠excuse my language but, fuck you, Y/N. You are not some common whore and this isnât some common situation. If I am going to bed you, I am not going to just stick my cock into you like you are some broodmare. If I am going to give you a babe, I want that child to be made out of something as close to love as possible. I am going to make love to you and pray that a child can come out of that. Do you understand?â
You looked up at him surprised by his statement but most of all there was something about the way he had you that had you feeling so⊠strange. You looked up at him wide eyed and almost feeling at his mercy. Your stomach was in knots and your nether regions had an odd pulse to it that almost scared you. You let out a shaky break but nodded your head. âOkay.â
Eijiro eased seeing that you understood. âOkay.â He let out softly. He moved his other hand so that both hands could cup your face. âMay I kiss you?â Heat went to your face as you nodded wordlessly up to him. He slowly bend down to place a kiss on your lips. You were breathless as you felt his lips on yours. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it made you feel as though it was bruising you. His kiss was delicate and soft, almost as if you were made out of gold. He separated from you for a moment, your eyes closed as you were still trapped in the moment.
Then he was back on you with more vigour now. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, keeping you close to him. His tongue bullied his way into your mouth and you felt heat spread all over your abdomen. You couldnât think. You couldnât breathe and your body was acting on its own like it had never done so before. You reached up to him, your hands grabbing onto his tunic in need for him to be closer.
Eijiroâs hand moved down your dress, moving under your dress to feel your bare skin. You gasped at his warm hands on you, allowing him to swallow you whole entirely. You keened against his lips, wanting more. Needing more of him. You needed him closer unlike any man before. Eijiro moved his lips off of yours as he bent down to your neck. You whined at the feeling of his mouth on your neck, sharp teeth grazing your neck making a shiver run down your back. You moved your own hands underneath his soft tunic to feel hot muscle rippling underneath. Your hands searched the expanse of his large body in front of you as he mad work of going down your body. Then he stopped, reaching the collar of your dress.
Without warning, Eijiro moved to lift it up over your head, leaving you stark naked. He paused to look over your body making you look away in embarrassment. âYou are gorgeous.â You turned to look back up at him, his eyes hypnotised by your being. âGenuinely. You are⊠gorgeous.â
Eijiro moved to slip off his shirt, exposing hard earned muscle that you had seen time before, and admittedly eyed whenever he was training with other knights. He moved over to pull your forward, moving to put kisses down your front. He crouched down in front of you, moving to keep you at the edge of the bed. He moved your thighs onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth closer to your sex. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to what he was going to do. He flicked his eyes up to you, as he moved to lick up your slit.
You straightened up with a gasp, a shiver running up your spine. âEijiro⊠What are you-â Another lick went to your cunt making you nearly clasp your thighs around his head. His tongue moved over to your clit, moving to suck on it. Immediately you felt a hot jolt of pleasure that you had never felt before. âAH!â You couldnât help the moans that came out of your mouth as Eijiro smirked as he attended to your sex. Your thighs were slightly shivering as you tried not to absolutely lose yourself in thralls of pleasure. You had never experienced anything like it in your life. You werenât even sure that sex could make you feel this way, and yet here Eijiro was, pulling sounds out of you like a damn whore. Yet you couldnât care much.
Eijiro found you heavenly like this, spread out all for him, like a five-course meal he will only ever have once in his life. He thought you were more than just delectable; you were everything and more. He was practically tongue fucking you, pushing in fingers to stretch you out around his fingers. He slurped up every inch of your inner nectar that he had the honour of tasting, leaving you a whining mess.
You gasped. You moved a hand through his thick locks of hair. You looked down at him with a whining expression, almost scared of this new feeling you had inside of you. It was building and growing like you had never felt it before. You had felt it in a small way when you and your husband had first started learning to be intimate together. However, you only now started feeling it in full force.
You moaned. You didnât want to moan his name too loudly and risk getting questions so you stayed to moans and groans. âHarder.â You pleaded softly, almost bashfully, making him chuckle around your clit. He stuffed in another finger inside you, before curling his fingers up to nudge a place inside you that had you cry out in pleasure. He smirked. He found it. He found it and he was going to abuse it. The knight abused that spot inside of you as if it was gold worth all for the taking.
You couldnât control. It was so fast hitting and hard that you found yourself coming around his fingers so hard, you couldnât think. It was a rush of pleasure you had never experienced before. It was so violently beautiful that you rolled your eyes back in utter ecstasy. Eijiro loved the look on your face, the sight of you so satisfied by what he was doing to please you.
Finally, the redheaded knight left from between your legs. He stood up with a grin. âYou taste delicious, your majesty.â He complimented. You looked up at him bashfully as he finally took off his pants.
Your eyes drifted between his legs and you paused. Your eyes widened. Your husband was definitely not that big or thick. You looked up at Eijiro as he slowly moved over you, leading you to fall back onto the bed, with him ontop of you.
You hesitated in slight fear as you looked down before looking up again. âWill it fit?â You asked softly.
Eijiro held his hard cock to your entrance. He glanced down at it and then back up at you. He smiled with a soft chuckle. âIt will.â He told you confidently.
Slowly, he started to push inside of you. You gasped at the stretch as he slowly started to make space inside you to fit his cock. You whimpered as you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him in place as he gently pushed inside you. Eijiro tried to hold back his groans, but you were just too good to feel. You were so soft and warm and he couldnât understand why you felt so good. How could something so untouchable be so good.
Finally he pushed all the way in, making you both gasp. You looked up at him, wide eyed and almost unsure. Eijiro looked down at you, making sure that this was what you wanted. You nodded your head with a trying smile.
With that knowledge, Eijiro slowly began to thrust in and out of you. Your moans were soft and gently as you held onto him. You enjoyed the way he moved inside of you, it almost felt like a dance. A dance between two bodies. A push and pull motion of give and take. You wanted what he would give you and you wanted to take it and grow it into something you would love for all of eternity.
Eijiro held your hips and increased his pace. The soft sound of your sexes together was lewd and almost unthinkable that such a sound could come for you. You were perfect. Even right now as you huffed underneath him, moans coming out of your mouth so beautifully that Eijiro almost thought of himself as blessed to hear. Your eyes were closed in pleasure as you held onto him tightly, your brows furrowed as all you focused on was the moment between the both of you.
His large hands held you with vigour as he held you tighter. âYouâre doing good. Youâre doing so good, Y/N.â He praised you softly, a kiss to your lips that you eagerly reciprocated.
There was s flush on your face as you nodded. âYou as well.â
He found your embarrassment cute but he found your sounds even better. He focused on the task at hand, thrusting into you and focusing on the soft feeling of your sex tightening around his cock in need. IN want. It made a rush go down his back at the reality that he was here to breed you. He was here to put a future king inside you and it made him moan at the thought. The thought that this was him and you creating something so precious it almost seemed uncertain. And yet here he was, cucking your husband. It sounded like the bard tale of any manâs fantasy.
Eijiro huffed as he put a certain thrust that hit a specific part inside you that made you squeal, a sudden rush of hard pleasure going through you once more. Your cunt tightened around him as you squeezed hard and came around his cock. Such pleasure felt forbidden to you and yet you found it exhilarating. Eijiro continued you to fuck you through it, his thrusts going harder as he huffed. You held onto his large frame holding onto him tightly as your teary eyes looked up to the canopy of your bed.
Eijiro held onto you tightly in return, but thatâs when he realised that you werenât just blabbering off in pleasure. No. You were praying. You had your own arms wrapped around his neck as you closed your eyes. âPlease.â You whispered. âPlease, bless me with a son.â You had your face buried in his neck. âMay we bless this kingdom with an heir. Please.â Your pleas were desperate and almost painful. Almost as if so much inner pain and turmoil had gone into this one thing you wanted.
Eijiroâs grip tightened. You werenât praying to him, but he knew he had to fulfil your wish. He wanted to.
He increased in his speed, pounding into you with low groans. You moaned at his pace. Eijiro could feel it. He could feel it building in the pit of his stomach. He could feel it burning inside him and he was going to give it to you. And for the first time ever did he pray for a noble. He prayed you got what you wished for.
The redhead knight let out a low groan as he finally came inside you. You relaxed back into the bed at the feeling of warm amount of cum inside you. You gasped for a moment, feeling pressed for how much he filled you with cum and his cock. You sighed as you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of the both of you together.
Eijiro let out heavy breaths as he enjoyed the moment too. Just a second, a second in your arms was all he wanted right now with post sex bliss and the warmth of your arms and the fire in the fireplace. But then Eijiroâs mind brought him to reality. You werenât his. You werenât something he had the pleasure of staying in the arms of. You were his queen first and foremost. And he did the job that he wanted him to do.
The large redhead knight moved to slip out of you. âNo!â You said a bit too loudly, catching him by surprise. You moved to cup his face in your hands. âStay.â You urged. Your voice softer now but your eyes were just as soft. âIf⊠if you wish.â
âBut⊠but Iâve-â
âIf you must go, then go. But know that I wish for you to stay. Stay with me.â
Eijiro hesitated but he nodded. He knew this might kill him in the future but part of him didnât care. He wrapped his arms around you and moved to flip the both of you over, moving so that you rested on top of him. He stayed inside you, keeping you full of his seed, having heard from midwives that it was a good way of making sure that it took.
He decided to stay.
You sat under an umbrella in the gardens lounging on one of the most comfortable outdoor chairs that were cushioned to perfection, with a letter in hand. There was a gentle breeze that helped with the warmth of the day. It was a perfect day to be outside. You read over the letter in hand, being careful not to miss a single thing. âEijiro.â You turned to look up at your most loyal and faithful knight. âHave you heard anything of the raids on the Southern border?â You asked him as you let the letter rest in your lap.
You turned to look at the Head of your Queens Guard. He was dressed in white armour, his black cape still on his shoulders. The large redhead still towered over you like normal, but he wore a smile on his face as he looked down at you. âYes, but unfortunately I can not tell you, your majesty.â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhy not?â You asked.
âBecauseâŠâ Eijiro chuckled as he crouched down next to you. His ruby eyes moved down to your stomach. âSuch news isnât good for you or the baby.â He reminded you.
You looked down at your swollen stomach underneath your dress. You were big enough now to resemble close to a large fruit, your stomach a large indicator of the life you carried inside you. You sighed as you put down the letter and looked up at him. âYouâre always making my life difficult.â You pouted.
He chuckled as he stood back up straight. âNever.â
âMother!â Running over to you was the little four year old prince, dressed in suspenders and a white tunic with padding on his knees and chest. Your son ran over to you with a broad sharp smile bringing a smile to your own face. âMother!â He threw the play sword to the side and ran to your side.
You chuckled as you took him into your arms, squeezing him close to you. You looked down at him, wide ruby eyes staring up at you in adoration. You caressed his soft chubby cheeks. âHello Kousuke, my beloved.â
He pushed you gently. âCan you come play with me now?â
You smiled with a coo. âI wish I could, my love, but I already told you that I canât.â
Kousuke pouted as he looked at you almost broken hearted. âBut why?â
You put one hand on your stomach. âI donât want to hurt your little brother or sister.â You reminded him.
Kousuke looked down at your stomach with a frown. He pat your stomach gently with small hands before moving in close. âGet out of mother so that I can play with her. You are keeping her all to yourself.â He scolded with a mini scowl on his face. The action made you and your guards laugh. Kousuke turned to look at Eijiro. He looked up at the giant man, identical ruby eyes looking at one another. âWill you train with me, Sir Kirishima?â He asked.
Eijiro smiled as he crouched down to the little prince. âWell, of course, your highness. Youâve been doing your exercises?â The boy nodded his head furiously making Eijiro laugh. He beckoned him away from you and towards where he once was on the grass attacking a hay bail. You watched the two of them fondly, rubbing your stomach gently with a smile.
âYou now, your majestyâŠâ You looked up at Sir Midoriya Izuku of your knights. He was put as one of your knights by your husband, and you knew why. He was used to spy and monitor on you and Eijiro. âThe kingâŠâ At the mention of your husband, you looked up at the large green haired man. He stood tall beside you, luckily in the shade this time. He glanced to you with slight unease. âThe king refuses to see the boy.â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âHow come? Kousuke is the prince. He is our son.â You sat up insistently as you looked up at him.
You saw the large knight hesitate. âOf course, your majesty. However, he finds the boy ratherâŠâ He glanced at Kousuke and Eijiro. The young boy tried to copy Eijiroâs stance but was corrected by the large knight easily. âHe finds him rather hard to look at.â
You swallowed down hard. You were not a fool. You knew that day by day, as Kousuke grew older, his features looked a lot more like Eijiro. He had the red eyes but was basically nothing like his majesty the king. Although high lords knew this, and all the doctors who worked with the king, gossip moved around court like wild fire. âAnd what do you think, Sir Midoriya?â
Izuku paused at your question. His green eyes moved over to your son who let out a loud fit of laughter as he ended up on the ground, with Eijiro holding him. You watched his eyes soften at the sight of Kousuke. âHe is the heir to the throne, your majesty.â He answered. âThe true heir.â
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so uh recently some important things have come up in my life and some internal stuff that will restrict breedingtober. I won't be able to write as much as I do which is a problem because I have not finished the last two days of breedingtober and won't be able to upload them until December. I am truly sorry about this but... things have happened in my life and I sorta have to be offline for a while again, but I'll try my best to still upload all the ones I've already finished writing because I promised them. And I will finish the rest of breedingtober in december.
So yah. Please understand that. But please, I love seeing your comments although I won't be able to respond to them for a while but they really make me happy.
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