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whether or not you did it on purpose, - each time you crossed your legs, that damned skirt would ride up your thighs just barely exposing the lace panties underneath. it made his jeans feel tighter than ever, half hard cock strained and imprisoned by the fabric.

the only solution of treating the worst case of blue balls he'd had the displeasure of experiencing was a lengthy, imagination fueled masturbation session. pathetic, he thought after his fourth orgasm - a thirty year old man shooting load after load on his abs, instead of draining his balls inside his smoking hot vixen of a girlfriend.

ultimately, horny older bf!aizawa can't hide who he is from you anymore - a sex crazed, lustful pervert with a thing for young and impressionable sluts. "so, are you a tits or an ass man?" you pop the unexpected question a couple weeks in, before either of you had engaged in anything sexual. "that's um, random." the skeptical tone in his voice contradicts the sudden arousal rushing to his loins. tits, ass, pussy, thighs - it didn't fucking matter, he wanted to run his hands over every inch of you. "this might not be the answer you're looking for, but. all of it. of you, that is. i can't say there's one specific part of your body i favor more," he replies respectfully, self control hanging by a thread.

"hm, but that's not quite what i asked." you pick up on how he's sweating, debating on which words to use cause he can't let you know how much of a sexual deviant he is. "fine, well. if i absolutely have to choose, it would be your ass." shouta says he's an ass man at first, but it's just to deter you from bothering him more about such a foolish question. all it takes is for him to wrap his lips around your nipple while bouncing the flesh in his palm for the first time. "alright, i take it back. guess i'm a tits man now." that's until he's impaling you on his thick cock from behind, your perfect ass on display for his eyes and hands only. "you know what baby, forget it. i'm neither an ass or a tits man. fuckin' can't get enough of both."

not once have you felt a man cum in your cunt as hard as horny older bf!aizawa - who possesses unrivaled stamina with a dick that throbs inside of you like crazy. his sounds become primal the closer he gets, losing himself in the ecstasy of your vice grip. it's when you repeatedly continue to gush around him like a damn fountain that he checks in with you, worried about the fragile state of your body. "awe, my girl's so cockdrunk she didn't even realize how many times she fuckin' soaked me. you're so cute when that brain of yours is turned off, consumed by pleasure." although, your boyfriend isn't devoid of morals, and has studied your body well enough to determine if you are genuinely overwhelmed.

he's older, wiser, experienced - knows enough about intimacy to be attentive to his partner. "your body's preparing for something incredible, but we need to slow down. just, let yourself ride the wave. don't overwork your muscles." he kisses your nose, guiding your tired hips and massaging your tender thighs. because he has to carefully lead the way, pave the path for the orgasm that's about to wreck your whole body with indescribable bliss.

initially, you doubt that horny older bf!aizawa can keep up with a slut like you who can't get enough older cock stuffing her pussy. his sex drive can't be anywhere near yours, you thought - and you'd never been more wrong in your life. "listen, i'm not that much older than you. quit acting like i have some sort of dysfunction. wasn't i just bouncing your exhausted body on my lap last night when you couldn't even hold yourself up?" he isn't wrong - the substantially well endowed hero has the strength and libido of a madman, opting to use your body as a fleshlight when your bones turned to jelly. "whatever you say, old man." fuck. he couldn't let you walk away from him after that demeaning phrase.

"old man, huh? is that what you called me?" the earlier comment had pissed him off, finding it frustrating but alluring that you thought you could get off scot free. "you think guys your age could fuck you like this?" your body is forced up the bed with each slam of his hips, the headboard colliding with the wall. "no, sho- fuck, only you. 'm sorry, didn't mean to say that." the wet heat of your cunt is intoxicating - he's close to blowing his load inside for the second time after that snarky mouth of yours decided to talk back. "gonna flood this pussy, you ready?"

puppy hybrid!choso who becomes, somehow, even more pathetic when he’s in heat. whining all day, rubbing his back all over the bottom of the couch, sitting in front of the fan to cool down, splash his face with water — but to no avail, he just can’t seem to calm down. so, what does he do to take care of this? tell you?! of course not!

he goes into your bedroom while your away, finds yours dirty laundry basket, pulls out that new pair panties he saw peaking under the waistband of your shorts, and takes a nice big sniiiff. but, oh, no, that’s not all! his ears twitch while he hurries his face where your pretty pussy was touching, sniffing and licking, sucking the fabric of all your wonderful flavor, tail waging behind him.

puppy hybrid!choso who decides to take them to his designated spot on your bedroom floor, tuck them under his blanket, and take a little nap. and if he wakes up in the middle of the night with a boner? well then, lucky him for having the solution right there with him.

puppy hybrid!choso who nuzzles himself on your leg, rubbing his face over your calf and holding onto your ankle anytime you sit on the couch to watch a movie after having taken a nice shower. he can smell not only your natural scent, but the flowery body wash and lotion.

puppy hybrid!choso knows he isn’t allowed to be on any furniture unless you let him, but since he’s not as good of a boy as he should be, it’s not very often you let him sleep on the bed with you. but sometimes he just can’t help himself! you’re sleeping all nice and cozy, looking as beautiful as ever — but he can’t nuzzle beside you?!

but, trying to be a better boy, he reluctantly takes his spot on the floor, sighing dramatically in hopes you wake up and tell him ‘fine.’ but you don’t, so his ears droops and his tail tucks beneath him, drifting into a lonely, cold, neglectful sleep.

puppy hybrid!choso who’s ears perk up at the intense smell radiating from you. the usual calm scent now almost intoxicating and impossible to ignore. the hairs on his nape prickle, and his tail can’t help but slowly wag back and forth once he realizes what it means.

it makes sense given you’ve been sooo pent up and frustrated all week with finals, so he takes this as an opportunity to hopefully not only be put to good use, but fulfill his own desires . . .

“mistress,” he coos softly from the foot of the bed, hands splayed on the surface of the comforter.

“hm?” you reply shortly, mind too focused on your assignment in front of you which you’ve been trying to finish for the past hour but just can’t seem to.

his eyes linger on your bare thighs for a moment, mouth going dry at the sight. “is your work frustrating you?” he rests his chin on the backs of his fingers, eyes looking up to your face. “I don’t like seeing you so stressed.”

you sigh briefly. I guess it has been noticeable. “yeah. not feeling too great about these finals…” your hand absentmindedly drifts to his head, stroking his hair and petting him.

his eyes flicker at the feeling before he scoots a bit closer to the frame of the bed to further indulge himself.

“is there anything I can do to help?” his tail sways a bit faster along the carpeted floor, anticipating your response. he can feel his pants strain against his throbbing boner already, but he doesn’t want to do anything out of turn. “I don’t want you to have all this pent up anger. it’s not good for you to be so frustrated…”

it’s so obvious what he’s been getting at. you just wanted to see how he’d approach it. and now that you have, you close your laptop, place it on your nightstand and look to him and cross your arms. “how would you like to help me?”

his cheeks flush a soft hue, tail wagging harder against the floor, ears twitching at the thought.

I just want to please you. I just want you to use me however you need. I want you to tell me what to do. I want you to throw me around. I want you to sit on my face. I want you to pull my hair, hurry my face in your—

“choso?” his name pulls him out of his thoughts.

“hm?- oh, I mean, yes mistress?”

“lay on your back.” his eyes widen, gaze shooting to your face, looking between your eyes and then to the bed.

“t-the bed— are… are you… am I—” he stops talking when you pull him softly by his collar, laying himself flat on the bed, shimming down so there’s more room above him than below.

he has an unbelievably wide smile plastered on his face while he eagerly waits for you to sit on his face, watching you take your sweater and shorts off, leaving you in a pair of purple panties he’s never seen before.

you straddle his chest, looking him in the face. “you’re going to be good?”

“yes, mistress. I’ll be a good boy.”

“you promise?”

“yes, mistress, I promise,” he nods his head rapidly, sitting on his hands because he knows he isn’t allowed to touch.

you move over his face, hovering your clothed pussy over his mouth. he can practically taste you with how strong your scent is alone. when you don’t lower yourself down, he whines, tongue hanging out, ready for you to smother him.

“mistress, please… I promise. I promise to be a good boy. I promise, please… pleaseeee.”

“hmmm….” you pretend to think on it, waiting for him to remember a certain something.

“can you please use my face, mommy?” and there’s that certain something.

“good boy.”

a/n # pathetic submissive choso yay !!!! and first choso work, how do we feel abt it ??

inspo from the gooniest :: @yoonsucks fic

He was so incredibly huge. 

Down there, too.

And you’re instantly feeling the sheer stretch of him burrowing his thick, bulbous cocktip against your cervix. This…Venom swipes his split-ended shaft all the way against the front of your womb, easily reaching there without even trying-

“Tch, ‘course I don’t have to try.” It seems that Venom(?) Toji(?) was cooing down at you. Hammering out push after push of his hot, vein-decorated cock. Not only was he long - he was just so damn girthy as well, and you’d barely gotten used to Toji’s sheer size. 

So this was drivin’ you positively wild with the way he stuck his textured shaft into each of your crevices, his velvety cock mazing back in n’ out at a blurred pace. So hard that Venom had to pin your squirming hips down with one of his overlarge hands. Keeping you from fucking escaping. “D’you want me to?”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull at what he was asking, “Wh-what?”

His eerie grin wides, splitting damn near half his face. Venom then leans in so close that his gusting breath wafts over your drippin’ wet cunt. “D’you want me to try?”

Hitting a thorough thud! against your g-spot.

“Y-yes–!”

And then he’s slithering two of his Stygian tendrils out almost like tentacles - one grabbing your throat and pulling you towards him after the bouncing recoil of his furious bucks, the other slidin’ sensually between your pussylips.

Finding your clit.

You’re whining out, and just as you do, Venom quivers from above you. He’s growling, he’s muttering something angrily underneath his breath- before the face of your husband surfaces where Venom’s face once was.

So his entire body was still the massive, extra-muscular figure driving ruthlessly into you. 

“Enjoying yer time without your husband, are you?” His handsome face - oh, how you missed him - peers down at you with a sleazy smile. “Did you get that cockdrunk ‘nough to forget me, mama? I’m hurt.”

You’re squealing as his scarred lips pull down into a dramatic pout, and with it- his hips are only slamming into yours even harder. The honed tip of his cock pryin’ apart your plush walls and finding himself lodged into your cervix with one thrust after the other.

Since he was still maddeningly long now, you found yourself only growing stupider by the second. Your pupils swirling inside the whites of yours eyes, mouth flooding with saliva- “N-no, promise I’m not- ngh-”

“Uh uhhh, promise?” Toji mockingly questions, stirrin’ your gooey insides with his flared ridge. He’s using it as his very own spotlight, mazing through the tight channel of your pussy to find your most delicate spots.

And Toji’s tempo was much better than Venom’s, you have to admit. Because he could filthily wad out the volumes of his precum right where your hidden nooks were. “S’that why you’re drooling this much?” And that tendril he’d conjured prior still glides between your pussylips, snaggin’ against your tender orifice and pressing on your clit like a button. “S’that why you’re like a damn water park, doll?”

“C-can’t help it-” You’re huffing out with your brows knitted, you buck your hips up into his incredible cadence and find yourself getting utterly dizzy with need. “S’like you want me to get this wet.”

“Oh, how’d you know?”

“Shut it, it’s my turn now-” Toji talks, seemingly to himself but you knew it must be towards Venom. And then he’s boring his half-lidded green eyes down at you, “Of course, I wan’ you to get wet- and s’all for- hah, me- right, mama?”

“Ngh- fuck, all for you.”

And just as his plump lips start to twist into a grin- “Lies.”

You’re gaping, and Toji rolls his eyes. “Hah? As if.” Without any warning, he’s ramming one of his free hands between your jittery legs and feeling all your slick wetness. 

Letting his fat fingerpads drench in all your flooded syrup, he then takes them up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Murmuring, “See? Even that damn pretty pussy of yours says she’s all wet f’me.” As if to prove his point, he’s sticking his globular cockhead against the doorway to your womb and knock-knock-knocking - your cunt answers keenly in raw squelches. “Even tastes like it.”

“The only reason she feels good is because of me.”

“Oh you fuckin’ wish.” Toji grumbles, meaty thighs sticking against yours with a clammy film of sweat. He’s hiking his lower half up further, slouched over you and pressing into your helpless cunt with both his weight and his sagging cock. “Let’s see who can make her- fuck, cum first then. Deal?”

Your heart stutters as you register his words through your buzzing eardrums. “Wh-what do you mean you’re competing-”

“Deal.”

Oh, fuck.

And you were the prize.

They’re both setting their sights on you at once- Venom attempting to fight against Toji for ownership of his body whilst he stuffed his prolonged cock into you. And Toji fervently battles just so he doesn’t lose even a second of feeling.

Of the way your quiverin’ pussy was clenching around him. Gushing. Twitching with every white-hot spark of pleasure that runs up your spine.

“Sh-shit, m’not gonna last long.” Whimpering out, tears bead at the corners of your eyes as he speeds up his vicious pumps. “If you keep going like that I won’t- hah!” Probe after bulging probe, you swear you could feel him stretch out spots you didn’t even know you had. And not only was he tunneling in with his swollen length, he was using that hold he had on your clit to squeeeeeeeze as well, ticklin’ your perky nub.

Toji grins as you start bucking wildly- Venom might be larger, but he sure couldn’t read your pretty body like your husband could. “Mmm, not too long now- huh?”

“Oho?”

“Cum f’me, then, mama.” He’s ignoring that damned parasite. “All for me- like a good girl, won’t you?” Pap after pap of clammy skin-on-skin, Toji rovers his bulging cockhead deep against your cervix. Breath hitching, “Cum—please?” 

And with only a few more of his vicious strokes, you do.

Your voice cracks with so many moans, head throwing back- perfect for Toji to surge his mouth forwards and sink his teeth into your throat. Biting down. Pounding his vulgar cock into your cunt as he hits and hits your puckered g-spot. 

“Yeah- all for me, all for- hah, me.” You’re holding onto his sculptured shoulders and he snickers. “See that? The way she’s holdin’ onto me- heh.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

It’s as much of an admission of defeat from Venom as he’d ever get- and even then, Venom still finds a way to slither out. Because just after your high melts away into nothing but a few zaps, he takes over- hah, how easy it was when Toji was just enamoured with how pretty you looked creaming all over his cock.

Venom looms over you, large and needy, letting his looooong slobbering tongue flop out. 

“My turn now.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Mr. Alpha

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” Nanami rasps through the slight cracks between his teeth, and you notice the way his rough baritone seems to shake as if it was on the verge of shattering.

And your poor husband shakes like he was about to.

Holding onto your cryin’, quivering body with his headlock around you, chiselled abs pressing in from behind, his bulging cockhead probing deep into your cervix. And you’re practically putty in his hands as he draaaags you back into his body, manhandling you. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m- hah! sorry.”

And he said he was - he whined he was.

Nanami just couldn’t control it, this damn rut of his left him in a frenzy. His body heat ten times hotter than it usually was, he’s folding you stupidly onto all floors. “Fuck, ngh, does- does it at least feel a little- hngh, better, Kento?”

“Yes—” He’s seething, until a few more thrusts make your gummy walls clench onto him like adhesive. “N-no…fuck, I don’t think m’ever gonna stop feeling this- hah, fever.”

“Shit, m’not gonna make it out alive-”

“Honey-” Nanami jerks your head slightly upwards to face his handsome features, and he’s spitting into your open mouth with no regrets, no apologies. “-I’m not gonna make it out alive.”

He’s been like this ever since he’d come back home from the office. He’s been like this ever since he had just enough time to explain that he’d stumbled across his rut during work. That he’d been rushed home and he can’t even remember how he got here but oh- now that he was…

Nanami drilled his thick, thumping cock into you furiously. His palm pressing you down into the kitchen counter right where he’d found you, “Fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck ngh- you’re just insatiable-”

“Oh, my love, m’not just insatiable—” His knobbly fingerpads dig into either side of your hips, hard enough that the neat crescents of his fingernails indent in there. “-I th-think m’gonna fucking- die- if I don’t- ngh, fuck this pretty pussy.”

You’re grasping at the marble platform, “Shit- y-you’re going so hard, Ken.”

“And do you not wish for-” His ringed left hand slips between your legs and swirls over your outer cunt, letting out the most lecherous sounds. “-more, darling?”

“I want it- want it I- hck! want it-” Hiccuping. Crying. 

You’re gasping as his rude headlock tightens, his beefy biceps clenchin’ around your throat. “Is that so—?” Spittle flows down the side of his veiny forearm, and he’s nudging his muscles even closer. “Then tell me if it gets to- hah…rough, my love. You can bite down aaaaany time you want.”

“A-any time.” You babble away, too cockdrunk to even formulate coherent responses.

Showing absolutely no mercy.

Nanami has his powerful body hunched over, his pointed chin pushed into the crook of your neck. The slamming impacts of his hips so fucking hard that your feet dangle off of the floor, being pushed higher and higher upwards.

Your husband’s enlarged cockhead shoving against your plush walls and swabbin’ its way all around. He’s letting his veiny shaft stick to the roof of your cunt, your teeth chattering at the sheer thumps of his thrusts. “And you better bite, my love- because m’not gonna stop until-”

“Until wh-what?” You’re prattling out in a whiny tone, looking over your shoulder at what’d just left your stoic, sensible husband speechless. 

Only to find that he was staring straight at your pussy with molten eyes, half-lidded and greedy. Licking his plump lips as he stares at the glistening entrance of your cunt, and Nanami was just so big - just so thick with neediness that he could nearly see himself from the outside. 

Such a cute lil’ tummy bulge that he rovers his hand over, the other tuggin’ your tight hole aside so that Nanami could start to fit his swollen bulge inside. “Until I can fuck you pregnant, my love.”

Oh. Your knees weakened.

His knot.

As an alpha it was no surprise that he’d form a thick knot at his base- but this was incredible. The round circumference of his base sweetly kissin’ your pussy, “Until you can take, ngh, this-” Pushing and pushing - harder with each of his pressurized rams. “And then- even after that m’gonna- hah- fuck…fuck another one into ya.”

“Sh-shit, I’ve never heard you speak like this, Kento.” You’re whining out, your head falling behind and hitting his sharp collarbone. 

He nuzzles you softly, his vanilla-like pheromones seeping out and leaving your head all dizzy. Nanami’s puffy lips drag down your throat, nipping at the side of your scent glands that made him salivate just to be near. “Mmm, s’all because you make me this way.” Push after push of his knotted hilt that tries to fit inside. Half-rutting. “Can never go back now- never. Y-you aren’t walking out of this bedroom not pregnant, darlin’.”

Gasping, “W-we’re not even in the bedroom, Kento.” 

“Huh- oh.” Nanami blinks his heavy lids just a bit, so pussydrunk that he doesn’t even realize. And the moment he looks down from his surroundings and back down at you- his sweet scent flares even more. “My apologies for not- hngh, doing it right.”

Usually he’d take it slow. Take it sensual, but right now he’s fucking his furious, creaming tip into like he was crazed. “No- don’t- don’t apologies, mm, you’re in rut-”

“But I still hafta do it properly.” He’s insisting, and before you can get out another word- you’re feeling his panted hot breath distance itself just a little. As if he was pulling back. As if he was gearing up for something.

Gearing up for a few sultry seconds to bite you - straight into your cute, quivering scent glands. His honed canines puncturing through and melding your two pheromones. 

“There-” He pants out between his pearly whites. “There- finally did something properly, and now…”

You’re whimpering, already knowing what’s in store for you by the way his creamy white precum floods the base of your pussy.

“Now for the fun part, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Red Hood

“Oh, giiiiirl—” Red Hood - or should you say, Geto Suguru - tips back his crimson mask to take a good, long look at you. His pretty lips curving up into a smirk, “A petty thief like you- you didn’t think you’d get away so easily, did ya?”

You pretend to bat your lashes, all the while struggling with the way he straddling your waist with his thick, sculpted thighs. “A pretty thief you said? Why thank you.”

“Petty.” Geto emphasizes, and it was only with the way you two had run into each other multiple times prior that he smiles- anyone else and you’d be in cuffs and on your way to Gotham Penitentiary by now. “Though, the other one works well, too.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Almost.”

Faux-gasping, “Almost?”

“Gorgeous.” Geto bites out, starting to ache in his pants with just how much you’d been squirming and fighting to free yourself - as if he’d let you go that easily. “You’re gorgeous, petty thief.”

Oh?

Just a few minutes later and a tough fight with skin-tight suits later found you and Geto grappling on top of his king-sized bed. Fighting for purchase of each other. Pushing the other down. A power struggle to seat yourself on top of his rock-hard cock and pin him down.

You fight the temptation to throw your head back in pleasure as his plump, mushroom tip starts to stretch you wide open. His curvaceous globe pokin’ its way inside, “Mmm, fuck- it feels s-so good.”

“S-s-so good, huh?” Geto mocks you, in a high falsetto that was much too dramatic. Even though- fuck, he could barely keep his own self together. Could barely even stop his brows from knitting, mouth falling agape, eyes falling half-shut.

And of course, you’re noticing.

A sultry smirk winding its way ‘round your lips whilst you buck your hips forward and clench. Letting your velvety-soft walls swallow up his thickened inches, “Yeah? Doesn’t it feel good for hngh, you, baby?”

“Oh, f-fuck–” Geto pants out, his toned chest rising and falling. “Now tha’s just fucking unfair, you know what that does t’me.”

Pretending to think, “Oh, do I? And here I thought I was just some…” Bouncing down even harder, you could feel each needy thump of his veins pulsing against your walls. “-petty thief?”

“No- no no no, you’re not.” And fuck- fuck, this was the Red Hood? Especially raised and trained by none other than the Dark Knight himself. Oh, his mentor would positively faint if he saw this version of Geto. 

With his pink lower lip trembling pathetically, and his mouth sagging further open at the feeling of your treacly cunt. One of his hands come up to hold onto the side of your waist without him even realizing it- and he’s bucking, pumping his lengthy inches into the deepest depths of your pussy. “Fuuuuck, you’re- ngh, you might just be h-heaven itself.”

“Oh? And how does it make you feel?” You’re urging him further, the backs of your ass cheeks striking his toned pelvis until his skin turns red.

His breath hitches just as you angle your hips so that his vein-decorated shaft reaches in for a tight cranny at the very back of your pussy. He wasn’t even bottomed-out, and yet he was stretching you out so maddeningly. “Makes me feel- ngh, like-”

“Yes?”

He flits his eyes up n’ down from the glossy lips of your cunt, and then back up to your face. Cheeks slowly flushing a pretty pink, “Like, hah- fuck…”

“Mhmm—?”

“Like I’m gonna-” Geto’s strangling out primally from the back of his throat, and then you’re clenching once more and his head throws back. “Like I’m gonna f-fuck you until you can’t walk, gorgeous.”

Your brows raise at his hefty order, “Oh? And you really think you’ll be able to do that when you’re so- oh, fuck!”

He’s flipping the two of you over in mere split-seconds. With his sculptured lower half pressing against your own, his cock throbbing all the way against your cervix, and his hand on your throat to keep you from squirming. 

To keep you from running.

You arch your back and attempt to move yourself away at the sheer girth of him, his wide circumference bulging against your walls incredibly. “Fuck, at least give a girl a w-war- mm.” Only to find that he won’t let you move a single centimeter- 

Squeezing those long, flexible digits of his against the sides of your neck and drag-drag-dragging you back in. Even closer to him than you had been before, Geto’s plastering the backs of your thighs against his waist. His curly black happy trail scraping your sensitive clit- “A warning? So you want a warning, gorgeous?”

Geto’s heaving. He’s seething.

He’s fucking you deep into his luxurious bed like he was addicted to the soft, sensual feeling of your cunt. Squeezing him so tight, running him dry of his dollops of precum. 

“Oh, I’ll give ya a fucking warning-” He’s grumbling underneath his breath, and just then the curved, wettened tip of his cock meets your womb in a thorough bash. “-how about this to not walk ‘round doing crimes, hm?” And then his dominant hand slides down your front, teasingly thumbing between your bloated pussylips for a few seconds before he presses down on your swollen clit like a button. “And thiiis to maybe keep your hands to yourself instead of- ngh, on precious things they shouldn’t be on.”

“Shit- right there-” You’re starting to claw at his bulky deltoids and Geto loves it. Oh, you could feel him growing harder inside of you at the mere feeling, the flared ridge of his slit swelling up, turning even redder. 

“Oh? Catty, are ya?” And before you know it, Geto’s reaching over to his bedside table in a flash. 

Slightly confused, you blink away the hazy lust in your eyes- and find that Geto had grabbed his infamous red mask of all things. And was using the flexible material to wrap your restless wrists together, all at his mercy. 

“And this…” He’s chuckling, dark. “This’ll teach you to do something, mmm, better with your night- heh, like this. With me.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - H.E.A.T.

“Oh-” Choso’s rasping into the clammy crook of your neck, his spittle pouring out like rain and staining the side of your neck. 

And every time he’s dragging his red, overstimulated cock in n’ out with a squeeeelch- you can feel his mouth water. More and more, even with the tiniest ruts and shoves of his achin’ hot tip he’s grunting out. Gasping. “Oh, fuck- I can go once more- h-haaaaah, fuck! I promise I can go once more, baby.”

“Choso—ngh, oh my god-” You’re whining yourself. And you don’t know which one of you is more in heat, him or you.

Well, him - most certainly.

Choso was blushing red-hot, he was practically burning up. Like a fever he’s fucking his tired hips into you, uncaring just how many times he’d bruising the sides of his pelvis with slamming impact. “Yeah?” Choso speaks out wetly, and something in his tone sounds breathy. Sounds…crazed. “Yeah- is that a ‘yes’, baby? Gonna- h-hck! gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up once more, baby?”

Practically sobbing at the raw way his puffy veins scrape your walls, the same mapped-out pattern that makes you see stars. “Shit, Choso I don’t even know if you can-”

“Of course I can.”

And Choso Kamo is never the type of boyfriend to cut you off. Never the type of boyfriend to shut down your thoughts without even hearing you out.

But, fuck, you have to forgive him this one time - and he will apologize, later. And it was all the fault of his damned half-curse nature, all the fault of that seasonal heat that made him somewhat…animalistic.

Fucking his drivelling orifice into you in quick, rapid thrusts- he strikes the spongy end of your pussy with his globular tip, pressuring in deep. Like he wanted to pound you way past your cervix n’ that was the only thing stopping him. 

“See?” He’s snapping you slightly out of your reverie. You follow the greedy line of Choso’s sight to where he was stuffing you with all his thick inches, right where he’d been fucking a cute lil’ bulge on your tummy.

Just that big that he could be seen, the channel of your cunt slightly inflated with his sheer ivory wads of cum from hours prior. “See, look at me- hngh, look at me, look at me- m’fucking you already, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes but-” You’re gurgling out, your eyes darting to where his prominent v-line was damn near the point of bruising. Where his doey eyes were watery, his muscles rippling with the strain of being flexed for so long.

“Oh? What is it, baby?” Choso babbles out, only after the few vulgar strokes that it takes for him to actually register your words. “D-did you want something- anything-”

And before you can get out a word, he’s hazily moving over one of his ringed hands to slide down your tummy. Pressing down on where you could feel his plump, cylindrical outline pushin’ against your g-spot. “Did you want it to be harder- hngh.” Hard.

You’re both throwing your head back, and that action makes your head fuzz up with more of his sweet, chocolate-smelling pheromones.

Mouth watering at the smell- and his did, too. Just from watching your cute reactions like this, Choso leans in and nuzzles the side of your neck, “Or did you want me to go…faster?”

Faster.

Oh—your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull at just how fervently he’s then thud-thud-thudding his curvaceous tip against your cervix. Again and again, it makes you sob– “Al-hngh! already going so- hngh, fuck keep going, Cho—”

“Oh? S’not it?” And his handsome face crinkles in concern, eyes travelling all across your pretty body. Every single inch of it. Before he finally reaches the place between your trembly legs- where your cunt was absolutely soaked in so many wadded layers of slick n’ cum, drooling out lecherously. 

And Choso’s watery eyes seem to light up with an idea. “Ohhhh—I get it. D-don’t worry, my baby, I already know…”

Furrowing your brows, “What do you already- fuck!”

Though your confusion doesn’t last for too long. 

Because Choso Kamo’s already taking care of what he believed you wanted fixed. He’s slithering down a hand to cup his bulky hilt, and you swear you feel both his body and yours hum with the vibrations of cursed energy.

Of his blood manipulation technique.

Flowing all throughout his erect cock and swellin’ himself up even further - he was already big enough, but with his technique going out-of-control like this…

“What- too big- oh.” Choso’s glossy, pink lips fall open as you babble way cockdrunkenly without even realizing. His other hand presses down even further to feel his hardening tip scour your every hidden nook, “But you’re t-taking it so well, baby. Are you sure s’too big?”

“Yes- no- fuck, I don’t even know.” You cry out. Your feet loop even tighter around his slender waist and use the leverage to bounce back into his thrusts- and you’re unsure whether you wanted to run away or push yourself back into him.

For more. For the roughest kisses his pinkish tip was leaving on your cervix. 

Choso coos down at your lack of a coherent answer and cups his large palm against your face. “Awww, my poor baby. Can’t think, can you?” 

At this, he’s gently shaking your head with his own hand. Giggling out prettily at your pliable body- “Even though, h-hah, I’m the one in heat- ngh, oh, you’re so cute.” And before you know it, he’s snakin’ that same hand down to roll over your throbbing clit. “But don’t you worry, baby, I’ll take care of it all.”

“Fuck- yes-” You babble away, your spine arching off the bed as he increases his roverin’ pace. His plump cockhead poking into your g-spot, “Yes please-” Into your womb- “Take care of it, Cho.”

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Without even thinking, Choso bullies his cock all the way near the back of your cunt. Pumping out steady strings of cum that floods your cervix with so many layers, his blushin’ tip twitching just a few times.

And then his hips reel back, back, back to fuck those cobwebbed wads inwards. He rasps, “Oh, m’gonna take care of it alright, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “I-incubus?!”

Your jaw drops- and you can’t help but look from that dusty ol’ book you’d borrowed on a whim from the library, to the…the absolute hunk that stood in the middle of your humble bedroom.

He was so tall that he was forced to hunch ever-so-slightly, muscular, swirling black tattoos decorating most of his muscular frame. A devilish tail and two tiny, red horns stuck up from underneath his pinkish hair.

Ryomen Sukuna, he’d said his name was.

Incubus. 

And only a few minutes later, he had you moaning it non-stop. Like a broken record-player that cracked occasionally, you’re throwing your head back and letting off a particularly loud whine of it once he pushes in the second of his slimy, reddened tip.

It’s fatness bulging out the entrance to your walls, “Oh my god- fuck, not only do you have two but they’re both so—” You’re trailing off, feeling his slick, veiny shafts slip against your walls and each other. “-so big.”

“Hah- flattery won’t save yer pretty pussy from me, mama. Try harder.” He’s spitting out into your widely-agape mouth. 

Crimson eyes narrowed down at you- the way your human body somehow seems to take it when he’s pounding into you with the full impacting force of his incubi body. Folded into the meanest mating press possible, Sukuna laces two of his overlarge hands on top of your scalp and puuuuulls you into his driving hips.

And the only thing you can do at this point is hold onto him for dear life.

Never having been fucked like this before, his matching twin cocks were stacked against your roof and the tender underside of your chanel. Stretching you open like never before—“H-how m’I supposed to flatter an- ngh, incubus then?”

“Chatty.” He gruffs out- and you swear the monstrous mouth that was slashed across his stomach smiles, too. Salivating. Slobbering.

The curly tip of his second tongue then flops out. So long that he’s managing to snake it easily up the middle of your body, slathering down to leave a bright sheen of saliva- before he’s teasing his honed edge between the crevice of your pussylips and licking.

“Oh my god- th-that’s unfair-” You’re blurting out, your hips desperately bouncing back into his dual stimulation. He was both pumping into your deepest depths and letting his ridged tastebuds steal a good taste of your candied pussy. “-and you didn’t answer my question…”

“Heh, oh- but I did.” Sukuna snickers out meanly. Every time he’s speaking, he lets the tendril of his muscle flick outwards. 

Up and down, up and down. Sticking, probing, gluing himself to the sweet outer part of your cunt just as much as he was to the inner part with his throbbing length. “Can’t you hear, mama?” And then his roverin’ tongue slips over your clit, rolling over in sultry gyrations. Slurp after sluuuurp of your pussy. “Hear her? This is how you truly flatter the King of Incubi, heh.”

“Wh-what do you…” Your eyes widen- and so do both his sleazy smirks.

Ryomen Sukuna was talking about the way your cunt was squelching. Like his favorite human song, he’s letting it resound out every time his tongue glues between your folds.

The thrashing of his ravenous cocks makes you gush out in more glistening slick for him to lick up. 

“You’re s-so filthy.” You’ve never had anyone eat you out like this. You’re absent-mindedly slipping your hand between your legs, almost as if in an attempt to make him slow down his loud, hot kisses.

But Sukuna’s second mouth only unfastens even wider to let them dip inside, sucking. He gruffs out, “Greedy for ‘er, huh?” But not at you - no, not at your honeyed pussy, either. Rather as his gleeful cursed mouth that lapped happy between your legs, plastering himself even deeper. “Oh- can’t blame you- she’s addicting, huh?”

And then, almost as if realizing what he’d just admitted - almost as if realizing he’d just paid a compliment to a human of all things - Sukuna bumps both of his fattened tips against your cervix.

So hard that you’re sure it bruises, his wide circumferences let out two dull thuds as he bottoms out savagely. “You- you didn’t hear that.” He rudely spits out, now starting to tease the tendril of his tongue against your first ring of muscle. As if he was threatening to snake his textured way inside- “Fuck, m-maybe this pretty pussy is too good at flattery. A…dangerous lil’ thing.”

“Or maybe you’re just weak.” There was no breathing or non-breathing being in this world who’d dare talk back to the king like so.

And yet, with the rhythmic way your cutely-shaped insides were clenching ‘round him- fuck, he might just be at your mercy. Oh, how the creatures of the underworld would faint if they saw this. “Caaaaareful, brat.” Sukuna growls. “They don’t worship me for nothing.”

“W-worship?” You really needed to read more descriptions of books before you accidentally summoned an incubi king - though, you really weren’t complaining.

“Mhmmm—”

Lecherous strokes speeding up. Swabbing, sticking his red-tipped shafts against your tiniest orifices. 

He lets you sheath his cocks all the way down to the circular tattoos that decorate his bases. Drenched all over with a sheen of your slick- one that Sukuna’s cursed mouth laps up happily. He’s feeling the cloying taste on his own tongue, and it’s so hypnotic that it makes him throw his clammy head back with a groan. “But- right now-”

Words blurting out before he can control them. Before he can even register them.

He’s probin’ a few more slashes against your wettened cervix, and it’s enough to make you damn near sob. He was almost glad for how stupid were becoming on his cock - it’d stop you from noticing the way that Sukuna’s mouth salivated, the way his eyes widened.

The way his nostrils flared at the sweetened pheromones that were emanating into the air. 

Right before you’re arching yourself right up into him and cumming. 

Your toes curling, heart almost thumping out of your chest at the pleasure. A wave of bliss so strong passes over you that you start to wonder whether any other orgasm you’ve had before was even an orgasm.

A high that leaves you blabbering, and your eardrums nearly too fuzzy to hear-

The way that Sukuna seems to lean down close and whimper- “But…fuck, r-right now, it seems like I’m the one worshipping you, mama.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Ghostface/ Pretty face

“Sh-shit.” From underneath his ghoulish mask, you’re spying a lil’ sliver of Ino’s pretty face- flushed cheeks, pouty lips wobbling.

He was the one that broke into your house.

He was the one supposed to scare you silly, the infamous Ghostface.

And yet…Ino found him at your mercy the very second you’d gotten your hands on him.

The wet crevice of his maw drops open as you sensually clench ‘round his cock, “Oh my g-god-” And his lanky body shivers as he fights not to let his head drop back, looking up at you through his mask as you ride him lecherously. Stirrin’ and probing his spearheading cock inside you, “You’re k-killing me with this pussy, sweetness, ngh.”

“Mhm—?” It was just too cute how pussydrunk he was already, and you’re letting your velvety walls slurp him all up. Sticking his geysering orifice into every one of your nooks n’ crannies, “And here I thought you were supposed to be the serial killer here?”

“I can’t even compare to her-” Breath hitching, his dominant hand slips down to place a heavy spank on your glittery pussy.

Wadded with so much of his creamy pre, it’s dribbling all down your legs and creating a glistening sheen on Ino’s abs. It helps you slip and slide. It helps you fuck him stupid with your grinds.

You’re dragging your pussy forwards some more down his veiny shaft, and you swear you catch the way his toes curl. Letting out a husky, groaned noise that you wish you could see him make-

“Aw, c’mon then—” You’re tipping your fingers underneath Ino’s infamous ‘Ghostface’ mask, “Maybe I should be the one, mmm, wearing this then. Take it off f’me?”

His lungs rip with a primal whimper, bucking up into you as you swivel your hips in a dizzying figure eight. And fuck- Ino swears the way your softened cervix takes his thrashing hits is enough to make his pupils circle comically. Babbling without even thinking, “Y-yes, pretty-” His hand goes to take his mask off-

Before he’s realizing with a sudden gasp-

“N-no, wait…” Stroking his glistening, drenched cock up into your pussy wildly. He’s bottoming-out to scrape his split-ended tip against your womb with a dull thud! “Who’s supposed to be the criminal here?”

You’re batting your lashes, slightly teary with all the oversensitivity of him stretching you out so good. And your pussy takes each thrust with a grateful slurp, “Hmmm, is it you?”

“D-damn right-” Ino grits his pearly whites from underneath his mask, and you can sense that he’s fighting to keep his tone even. “And who’s the one f-fucking you?”

“M- oh, you.” He manages to somehow fuck the exact answer he wanted out of you- with one of his hands plastering onto the side of your hips, roverin’ you in slight circles. With him holding onto you like this, the zig-zagged veins upon either side of his shaft graze gently against your sweetest spots. “Fuck, s’you, Taku.”

“M-my real name-” He’s huffing out, core tensing and flexing incredibly once he’s starting to fuck up a steady pace into your cunt.

And you don’t know whether it’s because of the way he’s hittin’ every spot precisely or because of the pure heavenly sight- but you find yourself drooling. Something that makes him snicker meanly, “And who’s in charge?”

“Ngh- oh, fuck!” You’re arching your back after a particularly hard hammering thrust that glissades wetly all the way from your g-spot to the back of your pussy. 

A sensation so blissful that it makes your gooey walls cling onto him like gum, something that makes the ‘one in charge’…break. And your eardrums already catch the slew of swears he lets out after your clench, something that makes you tilt your head down with a cockdrunken smile. “Is it…me?”

“You-” Ino’s strangling out, before he drills up into you like a madman. You didn’t know which one of you was more gone by now- him. Definitely him. Thump after thump. “Fuck fuck fuck, yes- it’s you.”

He gasps.

He pants.

He whimpers—the slick, flooding divot right in the middle of his shaft mazing through every inch inside of you. Ino can’t help but let your poor bedsprings creak as he drags his patterned length along your walls, “How was I ever s’pposed to compete?” Rolling over your clit with the fatness of his thumb. “You make me s-so dizzy, this pussy…she’s like magic.”

“Dizzy, huh?” You’re smirking out, bashing the globes of your ass back into his pelvis. “If you’re getting dizzy then maybe you should, ngh- take that mask off, Taku?”

“Yes- no, fuck fuck fuck yes- wait-” It’s gotten to the point that his skin ‘round that area was starting to redden with impact, and yet Ino didn’t even care.

Only shoving up harder, gluing his crowned shaft to your cervix. He stirs his aching, pulsing tip there for a few seconds, just feeling you. “Only if you- oh, do that thing again.” Ino asks, his voice thick with tears. “That thing with your s-soft pussy walls? Please?”

And you couldn’t see it right now, but you got the distinct feeling that he was batting his lashes up at you. But oh, how could you say no to him?

So with your hips bouncing even harder, you’re barely even letting your cadence falter as you clench around his reddened cock even more. Just feeling his swollen size, his swollen veins- and it makes Ino throw his head back with a sensitive cry.

“F-fuck yes, pretty—” Ino lets his voice break. And with it- the fastened strings of his mask, slowly it starts to fall. But you’re the one to properly pull off his Ghostface mask, revealing…

Oh.

He’s just too pretty.

With the softest brown eyes all glistening with tears at how good your syrupy-soft pussy felt, his cheeks flushed with fever, sweating like he was in the depths of a fever - a fever for you. Ino’s heavy lids partially close at the feeling of your starting to increase your bounces, and his Adam’s apple bobs when he feels his ravenous girth wad out a thick splatter of precum.

Your shocked face making Ino gnaw down cutely on the plushness of his bottom lip, stuttering. “S-stop staring and fuck me stupid, sweetness.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Clan leader Gojo

The elders had never seen their stoic, strong clan leader storm through the Gojo Estate like this - nearly upturning every piece of furniture, nearly steamrolling every resident of the household.

The elder had simply never seen him so…impatient.

Practically more beast than man by now, he’s throwing open his grand bedroom door, slamming it shut so hard that a few of them glimpse the hinges start to crack. But only you manage to catch what happens after. 

Inside. With his face blanched, his blue eyes widened, breaths coming out in pants. Gojo sounds as though he’d just run halfway across the world to be here with you - and he’d do it all over again just for another minute with you.

Gojo’s looking up- and then he’s on you in a second.

Pushing you against the bed, tearing up your comfy shorts—getting to those wet, flimsy panties of yours and ripping them straight off your hips to bring up to his nose and smell. 

“Fuck…” He lets out, underneath his breath. “You’re wet already, my wife.” And as Gojo leans in, you can’t help but stare into his crazed, hazy eyes - something about them drunk already. He grins. Voice breathy. “Did you know I was coming to beg to put a baby in you?”

“O-oh.” Your mouth gapes, “Oh, fuck.”

You were fucked.

And that was hours ago—days, perhaps. You’d easily lost track of time with Gojo’s swollen, reddened cock being shoved inside you without any hesitation- he’d been so damn hard that you could practically count every time he throbbed. 

Thumping n’ thumping his soaked, ruby-red tip against the ends of your pussy- he’s reaching his beefy arm over your neck and holding you against his moving body in a headlock. Keeping you still on all fours as he empties out yet another creamy load of cum, “Take it- take it take it take it, sweetheart, and g-get pregnant.”

“Fuck—I think I might be already, Toru- ngh.” You’re gasping for air, your spittle drivelling all over the mounds of his biceps. Just so chiselled. 

Fuck, it felt good to have you be manhandled like this. And the strongest was, inevitably, strong enough to push you into any pliable position he wanted. So his meaty knees nudge your shaky legs just apart from behind- a stream of syrupy cum pour out of you with a sluuuurp! 

“Mmm, I think not.” Gojo pouts mockingly from behind, he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck and breathes you in. And as he does so, you swear you feel his skin bzzzz–! with the low humming of cursed energy. 

Flaring up once Gojo activates his Six Eyes to look straight through your body, into the glazed depths of your goopy pussy. He’s letting out a little puff of breath as he does, “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh, ngh- f-fuck!” You’re squealing as he latches onto your perked clit with one of his vibration-tipped hands. Squeezing that nub where you were so sensitive, he’s then roverin’ his glazed shaft into you wildly - as if he wasn’t already before.

The creaky frame of your bed was sagging on one end, splintering after every one of his hard thrusts and yet he still wasn’t slowing down. The fattened, bludgeoning end of his girth scraping your dewy cervix, drawing out a stripe of precum. “So y-you have to take it again, right, sweetheart?” He’s grunting against the heated shell of your ear, “Gonna take it again and again, until we finally make an heir, m’kay? I’m thinkingggg—a daughter, maybe? What do you, ngh, think?”

“Fuck- Satoru, I don’t know if I even can think.” Begging, you’re fisting your dampened sheets for dear life, your entire body sagging into it.

To which your husband can’t bear to let you move apart from him even mere inches—and he’s sliding a hand underneath your tummy, hoisting you up into him with a grinning ‘upsy daisy.’ Gojo keeps his palm splayed open where his cylindrical cock was pushin’ from inside, pressing down.

“S’okay—-you don’t have to think, my wife.” And then the knobbly ends of his fingertips squeeze your clit, tugging. “You just hafta- hah–” Right in the same rhythm of his pumping, probing cock. “-take- it-”

Your teeth clench, saliva sizzling on the top of your tastebuds every time he bashes his plump cockhead in. Just so puckered that his flared slit knocks against your g-spot without even trying- or maybe he was trying, maybe he was looking through your body and straight at your tender spot with his Six Eyes.

You didn’t even know at this point. You couldn’t even compute.

“Please- p-please-” Just babbling away every time he’s pressing his ripped abs against your backs, toned pelvis hitting yours with slamming impacts.

“Please?” His honed canines nip your own lips, “Please?” His v-line reddening, the curly white hairs of his base drenching in all your slick n’ his cum. “Mmm, no need to beggg, sweetheart. M’gonna fill this pretty pussy up, don’t you worry. I won’t- hah—” 

Reaching so deep inside. Scouring. Bashing. He’s wadding up the entrance to your womb in all his milky precum, like he’d go even deeper if he could.

And it takes Gojo a few more vulgar strokes to catch his breath, as gone as he was. “-won’t leave you hanging. Ever.” And as his voice cracks, so do a few bolts of his cursed energy- jolting on your pretty clit and making your legs shake, eyes tear up. “G-gonna fill you up with my, ngh, kid.”

“Oh- Toru, fuck!” Your head throws back, and with his position it lands perfectly on his bulky shoulder. The perfect opportunity for him to lean in and bite your cute throat as you cum with a whine.

A few more solid thrusts to drag you through each zap of your high, you feel him locate your most fragile hidden spots with his cum-glazed tip. Thrashing. Pokin’ in. Gojo presses on your g-spot like a button - straight in - as you quiver and fuck back through your wave of bliss. “M’c-cumming…”

“I already know, my wife.” Something about him just sounds so crazed- as if, with his powers, he could see every peak of your orgasm.

He counts them underneath his breath, stroking your sweetest spots just in time with it. And the very moment he’s reaching about six lecherous pushes of his vein-covered cock- you’re finding that Gojo’s cumming, as well. 

Not because he says so. Not even because he realizes.

But because eventually as the haze of your high fades, you feel something wet splatter onto the side of your shoulder. And at first, you think that it was his sloppy, pussydrunken drool- only to turn your head and find out that Gojo was crying.

The strongest was crying.

“F-fuck!” Then you’re registering the hot liquid spraying out into your cunt, a few heavy dewdrops that speckle your deepest insides. He’s pushing them in so deep that you swear you can taste the salty flavor on your tongue, “Did it t-take now, Toru?”

“Huh? Oh…” Gojo finally - finally - looks down and catches sight of the ivory wetness dripping out of your pussy. Forming the filthiest lil’ ring around his smearing base.

He crinkles his nose at the pleasure, mazing his swabbing tip even deeper with a groan. “Fuck, I th-think—” Prattling away, he hits the front of your womb with a thump! “I think it did- oh.”

Just the mere notion is enough to make him fall into his high all over again - to pump out gluey wads of cum, to fuck each one into you, to cream himself dry on your pussy.

Teary all over again- “And we’re gonna hafta fuck at least twice more to make sure it- heh, takes.”

Oh. 

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Vamp-eater

“Ngh- ngh, please.” Your hips quiver sensitively as they glide down the ridges n’ features of Higuruma’s handsome face. 

Sloppily riding, your legs straddling his head on his damn office desk.

Controlled all by him, of course- he glues a hand to the side of your hips like adhesive, rovering your treacly cunt for a particularly long time over the bridge of his sexy nose. Letting your bloated pussylips pry apart, his tongue then reaches for every sensitive spot. “Please, Hiro- oh fuck!” 

Just then, he’s letting his elongated fangs prick the innards of your thighs and bite teasingly. 

See, that’s the thing about accidentally stumbling upon the fact that your boss was a vampire, during late night overtime with just the two of you in his office - he just couldn’t let you go.

Literally - he’s plastering your cunt onto his spit-slicked maw with only a fraction of his inhuman strength. Barely even trying, barely even realizing the indented bruises he’s sure to leave behind with his hold. “Mmmm, yeah, you clench ‘round my tongue every time you whine- did you know that, angel?”

“N-no…” You babble out, looking down through your lashes at the glistening upper half of his face. All drenched with sweat and the clingy wads of your slick, “But, mmm, Hiromi I want something more.”

His dark brows raise in anticipation, “More?”

And you can only nod and nod your confirmation blearily- “Want something more like-” Your eyes shyly stray downwards, where they latch onto the thick, throbbing outline of his erection through his dark formal pants. “-your cock, please.”

“Awww, sugar, you don’t need to say ‘please’ w’me.” Higuruma coos up at you, something glistening in his deep eyes. And then he’s giving the side of your ass cheek a good smack, “A thousand years waitin’ for my beautiful mate, and I’d wait a thousand more if it meant I got to have just a little taste of this—” One bite, his fangs sinking in the side of your thighs - just beside your outer pussy - and he seems to groan.

And then there was that.

The fact that all he’d taken was one sniff of your syrupy-sweet scent. One step inside your personal space. One sudden kiss to confirm what he’d been suspecting ever since the very first day you’d walked inside this company building - you were his fated soul. The only one he loved. The only one he ever wanted to love.

He seems to let his power simmer- like the click! of his fingers.

Before suddenly you’re finding yourself underneath him - your back against the cold desk, your thighs on top of his muscular deltoids, your cunt startin’ to be spread wiiiide open by his red, bulging tip. Higuruma huffs n’ puffs as he sinks his way inside your hot cunt, barely even seeming to have realized that he’d just fucking teleported.

“O-oh, fuck- yeah, just a little taste.” Higuruma’s licking his pale lips, and he’s sure that if his icy, undead heart could beat then it’d be thundering by now. “Mmm, would fucking- kill-”

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit-” You’re fighting to regain your breath, every slight half-thrust of his feels like he’s scouring all the way damn to your lungs. 

The vein-covered length of his shaft dragging down your walls, and he’s just so big that his girth stretches you out wiiiidely. “R-right here, angel. You’ve got me right here.” And you swear the circles ‘round his dilated pupils glow as he taps his hand somewhere midway down your tummy, “Good luck getting me out…heh.”

Your mouth drops into the very same ‘o’ that he was fucking into your cunt, “Never f-felt it go in so deep before, Hiromi.”

“Good, sugar- I’ve gotta stake my claim after so long somehow.” Just pouring out webbed wads of precum that stripe the end of your cervix. He sure was marking you out as his, occasionally pushing his face into the clammy crook of your neck to breathe in your pheromones - the way your honeyed scent mingled perfectly with his.

“Fuck- fuck, ya really are made f’me.” Higuruma groans out in ecstasy after the way your soft walls would clench n’ cling onto him with each thrust. After the way your arms wrapped around his sculpted shoulders and fitted his toned front to you so perfectly.

After the way he shoved his plump, puckered tip up against your cervix and you’re gobbling him down like you wanted even more of him. 

Without even fully registering it, he’s letting his primal fangs extend. Gently pricking the side of your neck before the first tang of iron makes Higuruma pull back- and instead he’s teasing his canines along your lips. Watching as you cutely squirm and whimper, “No- no don’t stop, Hiromi.”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, angel.” He’s soothing out, voice husky with need. He increases the pace of his roughened thrusts to thud-thud-thud your sopping wet cervix. “M’never gonna stop- n-never, not when this cute pussy begs me not to.”

And as if on cue, your drippin’ wet core lets a few sticky slurps out into the air.

A sound that you’re following after with your whiny shrills, “Yes- yes yes yes, just like that.” Without warning, you loop your hands ‘round his short, jet-black hair and forcefully bring his mouth close to your neck. “But I also want th-that, too.”

Oh.

Oh.

In your distant hearing, something cracks - and only hours and hours later will you realize that Higuruma had gripped the side of his mahogany desk so hard that it’d broken. His strength then being channeled into the bashing strikes against your pussy.

Oh, he’d gone easy before.

Because he’s scrapin’ every crevice of your inside, he’s letting his glazed tip map out every inch, he’s hitting your g-spot dead-on in one, two, perhaps tens more strikes that you’re suddenly too dumbified to recognize. 

Again and again and again before you’re hurtling into your high.

Toes curling, your back arching off the frigid surface and straight into his tensed core. White-hot sparks of pleasure are bursting behind your eyelids before Higuruma slightly angles his nose into the air and sniffs. “F-fuck.”

His eyes droop drunkenly, jaw dropping open.

Higuruma edges his handsome face nearer, and you’re feeling the warmth of his breath. The slight slimy graze of his tongue- before his fangs sink straight into your neck.

“Oh my g-god-” Maybe it’s your high, maybe it’s the feeling of being bitten by him like this - but you find that your orgasm has never been greater. Pure euphoria running through your veins and dripping out from the two puncture wounds on the side of your throat. 

It just feels so different. As if your entire body is engulfed in ice water, and the main source of heat from your body came from between your legs where you were still zapped with your high. And from the bite mark. “-am I like you now, Hiromi?”

“Are you ‘like me’, sugar? Oh, you’re more than that- s-so much more.” Higuruma breathes out, nearly choked with emotion.

You feel his jackhammerin’ thrusts get even sloppier, wetter. The red end of his shaft twitching dangerously like he’s about to cum- before he says, “You’re mine, angel.”

A/N. Mwahaha second post of Kinktober how are we feeling babygirls??

deku:

Deku dreamt of your first time together. Surrounded by candlelight and rose petals he slowly began sinking into you. A cascade of gentle moans fell from his lips as he got used to this new feeling. He held your hand tightly as he basked in the sound of your breath hitching. But before he could see your reaction or push in any deeper he woke up :( When he realized what had transpired he threw his head into his pillow in frustration.

bakugo:

Bakugo dreamt that you were giving him head. He was panting as your tongue glided over the veins running along his shaft. He looked at your face through lidded eyes and the eye contact made him approach the edge of his release. His rapid approach came to an equally as rapid halt as his alarm blared. It's safe to say that he couldn't focus for the rest of the day.

shoto:

Shoto dreamt that you were exploring his body. Your soft hands were caressing his form in a teasing manner. Your gentle touch only fueled his lust and he felt his boner strain against the fabric of his boxers. He reached out to touch you too but in the moment his hand made contact with your skin the familiar tune of his alarm woke him up. That day he could hardly peel his eyes from you. While trying to cope with the fact that this experience had not been real he realised that he had a lot of intense feelings for you of which most were not of platonic nature. Go, shoto, go!

denki:

Denki dreamt that you were dominating him. You were straddling him, knees firmly planted on either side of his lower body. His cock was still hidden behind multiple layers of fabric which didn't seem to stop you. Your hand was running up and down his length as you were cooing at him. He woke himself up by being so pent up/frustrated that it tore him from this sleep. He's DESPERATE to get the live action remake of this dream so whenever he sees you he makes sure to treat you like royalty.

Kirishima:

Kirishima dreamt that you were slowfucking. You were on top of him as you were sensually rocking back and forth while your eyes were shut. Moans fell from your lips as his hand reached up to cup your cheek. In return you kissed it and in that fateful moment something fell over in front of the door to his room and the loud noise woke him up. When he processed what just happened he tried to fall back asleep for 40 minutes but he wasn't able to find you in that dream realm again. This filled him with genuine sadness because to him this wet dream let him catch a glimpse into a shared future that he had never given himself permission to fantasize about.

all characters aged up

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