💜Bakubaby💜

For the record, you were perfectly satisfied with your life before. Lots of people had weird lives and you were proud to say you had a pretty good one. You had your pretty, overly tired husband, Shouta, his twenty odd practically adopted students, and of course his best friend Hizashi. Hizashi was one of the few people in the world you might say loved and cared for Shouta as much as you did. Hell he might even love him more than you did.

And yet, you'd always gotten the odd feeling that Hizashi didn't exactly like you.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't rude. He just never took active interest in talking to you outside of Shouta and things related to him. You couldn't blame him for being a little territorial. Hizashi was after all Shouta's Alpha. Well the only Alpha in his life any way.

You were a beta, a friend of Shouta's that had unwittingly fallen head over heals for him in your school days. You hadn't made a move then. Though you didn't think he would have been as receptive as he was three years after graduation. You'd run into him on your way home, he was on patrol abd offered to walk you home. You'd graciously accepted, exchanged numbers and You'd been attached at the hip ever since.

Years later, here you were married, much to the chagrin of most modern society. Very few people approved of your type of relationship. "Betas belong with betas." Well that was the rhetoric anyway. Female betas, of course couldn't impregnate male omegas such as Shouta was. And while Shouta could technically impregnate you, there was a harsh social climate when it came to non-beta/beta families without an alpha. While Omega/omega pairings were less chastised people still didn't like it. Why "waste" a perfectly good omega that could satisfy some alpha?

You and Shouta though, there had been some spark there. Something that he felt was missing. Maybe it was your happy, ready to take on the world attitude that directly conflicted with his. Or maybe he just liked how you were willing to take on the world for him. Either way, you'd both been surprised when he'd proposed to you. At the most inopportune moment, in the middle of a random hallway, in a hospital after he got an injury on the job. He hadn't gotten down on one knee, he hadn't planned it. He just wanted to marry you. And three days later, he did just that, in an intimate elopement ceremony.

Hizashi had been pissed to say the least. He hadn't even been invited! Or told until after the marriage had gone through. He spent two weeks barely talking to Shouta which of course depressed the both of them. They'd hardly gone two days without contact since high school, save for when Shouta went on long missions.

After a while Hizashi had given in, but he'd never quite seen you the same. You were no longer a cute fascination of Shouta's, you were his wife. And that fact irked him more than he could put into words. Not because you were a beta, no, because you had basically stolen his omega.

Hizashi had all but staked a claim on Shouta since that first day of class 1st year. He knew, he just knew that someday he'd make Aizawa Shouta his. What he hadn't counted on was for Shouta to randomly announce to him one night that he had a date. He thought it was a joke or some ploy to make him jealous, get him to stop dragging his feet. But no such luck. Soon you were Shouta's lover, he could smell it the day you'd first made love, then you were Shouta's girlfriend and now you were Shouta's wife. He'd lost out on the love of his life to some random Beta they'd went to school with. A support course student at that.

Lovely.

So yeah, you were pretty sure Hizashi didn't like you, you just didn't know why. You'd all been pretty friendly in high school. You'd assumed it was because you two hadn't invited him to the wedding but you hadn't invited anyone. It was the two of you, a justice of the peace and the first person you could find at city hall, which just so happened to be Toyomitsu Taishiro or fatgum.

But it had been two years since then and Hizashi seemed fine with Shouta. So why just you? The answer to that question came to you sooner than you thought and very unexpectedly.

You had come home early. A half day in honor of a successful first use of a new invention. You wanted to come home and tinker surrounded by the scent of you and your husband. What you hadn't expected was to hear voices coming from the back office that you and shouta had set up for him to grade, or you to tinker around. You took off your shoes and made your way back to what should have been an empty office. You didn't open it, just listened.

"Shouta, I know this is sudden but it isn't like this is the first time I've expressed my feelings to you! You can't be surprised." Yamada?

"I'm not surprised. I won't pretend I am. What I am, is a married man. I took vows Hizashi, ones that I take very seriously. And to be honest, y/n would be very hurt to hear you even suggest what you're suggesting. " Shouta replied.

"I know you don't want to hurt her, Shouta. I know but wouldn't it hurt her worse if she found out after we've already given in to this? There's no way you'd be able to hide it. If not from your need to be honest when it matters than from your scent!" Hizashi argued.

" She won't have to find out about anything, because I don't intend to give in," Shouta said. "No matter how I'm feeling nothing is worth hurting her like that. "

" Which is why you should tell her now. It'll hurt, but It'll hurt way less than if you tell her we mated while you two were married..." A gasp left your lips before you could hold it in and the bag you hadn't put down since entering dropped to the floor. The voices stopped, you could hear the foot steps coming closer to the door, but you didn't bother to move. This was your home too dammit, you had every right to be here. They were the ones betraying you not the other way around.

Shouta opened the door and as you assumed Hizashi was standing in the middle of your office room, unashamed and unhappy with your presence. Like youd just intruded somewhere you shouldn't. Shouta looked completely embarrassed. He wore his usual mussed look, but with distinctly well kissed lips.

You didn't know what you wanted to do. You wanted to slap him. You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask how long they'd been betraying you. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg him not to leave you. You wanted to know why.

You stopped looking at Shouta. What more was there to say to him? Your eyes drifted to Hizashi and you found yourself asking the question you least wanted to know the answer to. "Have you been fucking my husband?"

"Y/n!" Shouta tried to interrupt. You silenced him with a look.

"Yamada Hizashi, have you been fucking my husband?"

Hizashi was quiet for a moment and then replied, "Would you let us be happy together if I had?"

"Hizashi!" Shouta snapped angrily looking at his best friend.

"No, alright?" Hizashi answered honestly, " The most we've done is kiss. We've kissed a few times. It's never gone beyond that. But I know he wants it to."

"Hizashi! You aren't helping!"

"Why would I want to? Why would I want the man that I love to run off with someone else when I have the chance to fight for you? I tried. I tried just being happy fro you when you two got married but I can't do it any more. I love you, Shouta! That won't change because you deny it!" Hizashi exclaimed.

You could feel the tears threatening your water line. "Shouta, do you love him?" You asked.

He turned back to you, "How I feel about him doesn't change how I feel about you." He said.

"That isn't what I asked."

"It's the truth. I swear, I love you please, please just let me explain. You can go to the room and cool off if you need to, but please don't leave-"

"Save your breath," You instructed turning and picking up your bag. You were pragmatic. Leaving made no sense and it wouldn't fix anything. You went down the hall to the room you shared and slammed the door.

There was yelling outside the door. Most of it undistinguishable. And then a door closed, the front door. Shouta appeared in your bedroom door moments later to find you packing a small bag. You didn't plan to sleep here. But you would talk to Shouta before you left.

"Y/n, I know it was wrong to kiss Hizashi. But please understand, it's happened 3 times the entire time we've known each other. I swear. And this was the first time since you and I have been together." Shouta explained.

"You don't have to explain. You're in love with him, you always have been. I was stupid enough to believe that that changed at some point." You shrugged taking a moment to sit and look at Shouta.

He looked ashamed, " I...do love him. I won't deny that. I won't lie to you. But I won't touch him. I swear, I can control myself. "

"He's an alpha, Shouta! Even if your mind doesn't want to betray me, your body will want to. What happens when you go into heat around him? You'll want him. You'll want him because you want him now and your body will know! "

"I've gone into heat before without touching him without even asking for him!" He argued.

"Yeah, when I was around. You went for me first, should I be happy?" You swiped at your face. "I should have figured it out sooner. You know there was a time when I thought that this may be the case. When we first started dating, we all went out and you talked to Hizashi all night and I felt so left out but then you did something so out of character, you kissed me. Right in front of him. And I felt so special. But it all feels like a lie now!" You cried.

"Y/n, I swear outside of that kiss I have never cheated on you. And I won't. Please, I promise, we are okay!"

"You're in love with another person, Shouta. How in the hell are we okay?"

"I told you my feelings for you haven't changed. I love you! I adore you. I basically worship the ground you walk on; what more do you want from me?"

"I wanted you to be honest with me! I wanted to not walk in on you alone with the other person you're in love with discussing whether or not you're going to leave me. God we have had to fight every day just to be together. Just so people don't look at us and wonder what you and I are doing together. And I thought that it didn't matter. It didn't matter as long as we were fighting together. You were enough for me to fight for. And I find out that, I'm not enough for you and it sucks!" You ranted for a while. Explaining your feelings. How you had always thought Hizashi didn't quite like you. How left out you felt when they would go on rants about hero course things even back in the day. How you'd always felt like he had more in common with Hizashi but never said anything for fear of losing him. And most importantly how you'd swallowed down that feeling in favor of keeping your beloved happy.

By the end of the conversation, you were both in tears. You didn't leave that night. Instead opting for the easy route. You stayed, bag discarded to the floor, and laid in Shouta's arms that night; you were too worn out to leave.

In the morning, you woke up alone. Saturday, no need to rush. And even if it weren't the joys of being your own boss was that you got to set your schedule. You stepped into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, washed your face and stepped into the living room. Surprisingly, three sets of eyes met yours. Nemuri, Shouta, and Hizashi.

You thought of how to handle the presence of the man who had just tried to steal your husband, in your own home. You wanted to rip every strand of gorgeous hair from his stupid blond head. Or scream at him. But instead you raised an eyebrow took a deep breath and said, "Get out, before I do something rude."

"Honey-"

"Get him out of my house, Shouta."

"I told you this was a waste of time, let's go Nemuri," Hizashi implored.

"Sit your blond ass down, Yamada Hizashi," Nemuri demanded. The type of person Nemuri was commanded respect. You'd never understood it, maybe because you were a beta and didn't play these dominance games. But an angry Nemuri seemd to scare even Yamada. Which was funny because to your knowledge Nemuri wasn't an alpha. But she didn't openly disclose her second gender and the scent of her quirk masked her pheromones. You'd never bothered to ask.

"You owe Y/n the biggest apology in the world," Nemuri started "You came into her home and disrespected the entire sanctity of her marriage. You came on to her husband. Kissed him and basically insulted her nonstop. Do you know what it's like to get a 3AM phone call from Shouta. To hear him crying because he thinks he ruined his marriage? Do you understand how terrifying that is?"

" Nemuri-"

" Not a word to me. I am not the one you need to talk to. You did something wrong. I understand having hard feelings but for Pete sake. Shouta was happy. He was happy. Why couldn't you accept that?"

"Because I did. For years. First with Shirakumo, then with her. I have sucked it up for years, so he could be happy. I figured if he doesn't love me, then I'm fine with him being with whoever makes him happy. But when I found out he had feelings for me too I couldn't anymore," Hizashi confessed.

"I told you so that I wouldn't have to hold it in anymore, not so you would kiss me! It wasn't something romantic or a confession of love with intention to be with you, Hizashi! I could never do that to my wife! She doesn't deserve that," Shouta defended. "I just wanted to be honest with you."

"What I didn't deserve was all the lies, Shouta," You snapped.

He quietly lowered his head.

"Don't yell at him! He can't help his feelings!" Hizashi defended.

"Don't yell at me, when you broke the laws of hospitality. You tried to steal MY husband!" You argued.

"I tried to back off for his sake, but he came to me! How was I supposed to respond?"

"How about a conversation? How about coming and talking to me about what you were both feeling? Had it ever occured to you that I might be understanding?!" You screamed flopping down on the couch. The room went quiet. Nemuri stepped between the three of you.

"Okay, talking is a good idea. Y/n tell us how you feel about the situation."

"I feel betrayed. Shouta, until yesterday, I trusted you without question. I let myself ignore that feeling in my heart that said that I wasn't enough for you. That you would need someone else because you said all that stuff about being everything you dreamed and more-"

"You are!"

"Then why did you treat me like you couldn't trust me? Why did you keep me in the dark?"

"Because! You...I...We were good. We were amazing and I was scared that if I told you I'd been having feelings for Hizashi, you would leave me. You would pack up like you started to yesterday and I'd never see you again! I love you so much. I didn't want to risk that," Shouta defended.

"Did you not think I'd be angrier if you lied to me? Shouta," You stood and placed yourself beside your very emotional husband. You'd hardly ever seen him so..scared..so visibly scared. Not since your U.A. days. He reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it tight in his shaking fingers.

"Don't leave me. Please, I need you. I need you. You make me feel....human," he whispered burrowing his face into your neck.

"Shouta...listen to me. You have feelings for Yamada. I understand. Do you love him?"

"I love you," he deflected.

"That isn't what I asked," You refused to let him deflect. Not this time. He sounded so defeated when he answered you.

"Yes," he admitted. 'I'm sorry, I love him. I love him and it hurts because I don't know what to do about it. I love him to the point where his presence sets my world on fire even when he annoys me, which is a lot. I love him so much that my world feels incomplete without him. So I knew I couldn't avoid him to make the situation better. I need him too. I need him like I need you but..different." Tears brimmed his eyes like a water glass filled to the very lip, ready to spill over.

"Shouta," You said sympathetically.

"So what does that mean for us?" Yamada asked.

"I don't know," Shouta admitted. You glanced up to see that Nemuri had excused herself at some point.

"I..." You began, "I don't mind that you need him, Shouta."

"You..don't mind..."

"No...I mean..yes, it bothers me a little. But a part of me always feared you would leave me for an alpha when we first started dating. And at some point I decided to just to trust you. To trust that you loved me enough not to leave me."

"Does that mean you won't leave me either?" He asked. You nodded.

"Even though I have feelings for Hizashi?"

Another nod.

"Even though I don't think these feelings will ever go away?"

Nod.

"Why?"

"Because I need you too. Trying to pack that bag broke my heart. The thought of leaving you, that you might want me to leave, broke even my soul in two. So here is my proposal. I am willing to share." You stated.

"Share?" Yamada asked.

"It's not uncommon among beta culture for one to share their spouse. It's not something I ever saw for myself but..for Shouta I will," You explained

"You would share him with me?" Yamada asked.

"It's not ideal for me!" You defended. "But Shouta and I fought hard to be together. And I'll be damned if I give up so quickly. I will fight for it again. If that means I share my husband with you, then that's what I'll do. I'm not an alpha. I don't get that territorial. So if you can curb your territorial tendencies, we can try to share Shouta. This way he gets what he needs. We put rules in place so that neither of us gets hurt."

"Alright. What kind of rules?" Yamada asked.

"Well for one, we need to find suitable time for him to spend with each of us. We want him comfortable without stepping on each other's toes," you suggested.

"Agreed," Yamada nodded.

"Two, no interrupting each other's time with him."

"Agreed"

"Three, no breeding without proper discussion. "

"What?!" Yamada said, clearly irritated.

"It's unfair to the other partner. I can't get Shouta pregnant. But Shouta can get me pregnant. And opposite around for you two. A child between either of us would cause a massive change. Could you imagine if I got pregnant with no discussion. And suddenly Shouta is a father and your world changes or even the other way. if Shouta got pregnant and suddenly Shouta is a mother and my world changes. It's unfair."

"Alright then we'll have the conversation now! I want to breed my omega! I've waited almost 14 years to be able to be with him. You've had years of opportunity to get pregnant."

"That doesn't matter when we're just starting this out!" You defended.

"If it were me who'd married him first, we'd already have a pup or two!"

"Well, you weren't!"

Shouta who'd been quiet up to this point irritated grumbled, "Enough! This isn't what I wanted. And you two are acting like children! Hizashi, it's too soon for us to have kids. This is new even if we've been friends for a long time. We can't just jump up and breed. Y/n and I have just barely started discussing the possibility of kids. Though I'm pretty sure that idea is shelved now." He sounded so disappointed and looked to you for confirmation.

"It probably should be for now..I'm sorry, Shouta. Just until we settle into this arrangement?" You confirmed

"And Y/n is right a child is a big change. And we should try to avoid any pregnancies until we've decided this can work the way we want it to, okay?"

"Okay," You agreed.

Shouto was a beautiful hybrid; he was your height which was about average for a male cat hybrid. His hair was red and white; the colors split down the middle, causing his twitching ears to correspond with the hair color on that side. He had both human skin and fur scattered around his body and a fluffy tail that was bi-colored like his hair. The fur managed to blend into his skin perfectly, so it looked elegant instead of patchy. 

Despite not being covered with fur, it still managed to get on everything. Shouto loved to snuggle up in your closet, on the bed, on towels, or any soft surface that he could find. The amount of his fur that covered your clothes and linens was the reason you did so much washing. It was good that you had such a good washing machine. Otherwise, you would be drowning in cat fur. 

Shouto loved when you did laundry; he loved how warm the dryer got when it was on and often slept on top of it. He loved the smell of the fabric softener and detergent and hbenjoyed watching you dance around the room as you folded the clothes and linens. His fluffy tail swished back and forth in front of the dryer as his glowing heterochromatic eyes followed you around the room. 

When you first adopted Shouto, it had taken a while for him to warm up to you. He was very distrusting, and he hid in the closet for a few days before you could coax him to come out. Not that you blamed him; of course, the shelter you rescued him from was less than stellar, to say the least. He was severely underfed when you found him sitting in the window of the shelter. 

You weren’t exactly an expert in hybrid health, but even you could see that he was malnourished. The idea that the shelter put him in the window to try and attract passersby was alarming, places like this usually put their cutest hybrids in the window, and you shuddered to think what the others looked like. After a week of seeing the beautiful creature in the window, you went in and adopted him; you knew you could take care of him much better than they did. When you got home, you reported the shelter to the pro heroes and hoped they could find good homes for all the hybrids they were neglecting. 

Anyone else would call Shouto problematic to take care of, but you couldn’t bear to think of him that way. When you brought Shouto home and finally got him to come out from your closet, you were horrified at what you found. The patches of once beautiful fur were matted and dirty, he was way too light when you picked him up, and his cheeks were slightly sunken in. The poor thing couldn't even handle solid food. First, you had to give him milk, broth, and baby food, until he could stomach anything you could make for dinner. You were delighted to learn how big Shouto’s appetite was. He ate almost everything you made, his favorite being cold soba noodles which you made at least once a week. 

The worst thing you discovered when Shouto came home with you that night was the grotesque scar adorning his left eye. It seems one of his previous owners had splashed boiling water on his face; according to him, it was an accident, but you hadn't believed him. You often kissed the disfigurement, assuring your companion that it made him even more handsome. As his fur grew out shiny and healthy, you were proven right. 

The cat lounged atop the warm dryer; clad in only a set of specially altered briefs to accommodate his tail, he curled up on the appliance. His intelligent eyes watched you move back and forth, moving the wet clothes to the dryer and the dry clothes to your folding table. 

"How does fish for dinner sound?" You asked as you began folding towels and setting them aside. Shouto's one white ear stood up and twitched as he purred softly at the thought of delicious food. 

"Sounds yummy; we haven't had fish in a while." He pointed out, his tail curling around him as you moved the stacks of clothing aside to fold more. His deep purring filled the room with a low rumble that was heard alongside the music. The sound calmed you even further as you piled clothes in an empty basket to make room for more. 

You reached over and ran your fingers through Shouto's hair, enjoying how he rubbed against your hand affectionately. A happy trill came from his throat as he changed positions, watching you go to pick up the basket. 

"I'm going to bring this into the bedroom; I’ll be right back, ok?" You asked, watching Shouto nod lazily as you walked out hefting the heavy basket. His bright eyes swept the room, falling on one lone sock on the floor near where the basket was. The cat hybrid's eyes glittered greedily as he hopped off the dryer only to pick up the sock and jump back onto his warm perch. He resumed his curled-up position, this time with the sock underneath him, hidden from view. 

When you came back in, Shouto was sitting right where he was before with his eyes closed and his long tail swishing back and forth slowly. You looked around with a puzzled expression before speaking up to your companion. 

"Shouto, did you see a sock on the floor? I seem to be missing one." You asked, checking the washing machine for it. Shouto opened his eyes and adopted a sleepy expression as he looked up at you. 

"No, I didn't see any socks around. Maybe it's still in the dryer with the new load?" He suggested, causing you to look at the still vibrating machine. 

"Maybe; I’ll check after it's finished." You sighed softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead before stepping back out of the laundry room. Shouto stood from his perch again, sliding off the dryer and quietly padding out the laundry room. He clutched his new acquisition greedily and made his way stealthily to the living room, where his hoard was stashed. 

He looked back and forth sneakily before dashing behind the couch, secreting his new sock underneath the back corner. Afterward, he stood, satisfied that it was well hidden, and found a sunny spot on the soft armchair to sleep on. 

While Shouto slept, you had made your way back to the laundry room to hunt for that sock, hoping to locate it. You rechecked the washer, as well as the basket, the clothes hamper, and the dryer with no luck. You let out a frustrated huff and ran your fingers through your hair as you brought the now finished laundry out to bring to your bedroom. 

By the time you were done, Shouto had woken up and was watching you curiously. He followed you, seeing you stomp to the bedroom, and hopped on your bed to watch you put the clothes away. 

"Are you ok y/n?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side as you aggressively put the clothes away. 

"Yea, I'm ok. Just peeved about that sock." You muttered softly, stacking the last shirt in the closet and the previous undergarment in a drawer. Afterward, you sat upon your bed, scooting back towards Shouto. The cat immediately draped himself over your lap, rubbing his body against yours. 

Like most cats, Shouto was under the impression that humans could not care for themselves and often tried to help you take proper care of yourself. You came home smelling like outside or other people, and he didn't like that at all. He usually needed to rub himself on you, covering you with his scent to keep predators away from you. You smiled softly, nuzzling the top of his head with your cheek when it came close, planting a soft kiss. 

"Thanks, Shou, I needed that." You said softly, his sudden affection helping your mood immensely. You would sit here and cuddle with your hybrid all day if not for the fact that you were both hungry. After both of your stomachs rumbled, you slid out from under Shouto and made your way to the kitchen, promising to call him when dinner was ready. 

Shouto curled up against your pillow and closed his eyes as you left to start cooking. Soon the house was filled with the smell of fresh rice, fish, and vegetables, and Shouto's stomach growled in hunger. Your soft voice called through the house to where he lay on the verge of sleep, and he opened his eyes when he heard it. His lithe body stretched across the bed as he climbed off the soft mattress and padded softly to the kitchen to where you were. The counter island was already set for the two of them, so Shouto walked to the sink to wash his hands. 

You smiled as Shouto walked out, looking adorably sleepy, planting a soft kiss on his head as he wrapped himself around you as you stood at the counter serving both portions. Extracting himself from the hug, he moved to where his place was set. Dinner went by quickly and quietly; Shouto seemed to be extra happy or clingy today as his long tail wrapped itself around your arm as you both sat side by side eating. 

After an affectionate dinner, Shouto stood to clean the plates while you went to shower. While you were exhausted after working all day and cooking, Shouto had way more energy after eating, so he cleaned up. At the same time, you showered and got ready for bed. 

Shouto was already on the couch when you came out of the shower wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of panties. The cat looked up and purred at the sight of you coming toward him; he sat up and opened his arms to pull you in close when you were ready to snuggle. 

Shouto wasn’t shy about his feelings for you, you were his, and there was no arguing with him. You saved his life when you adopted him, and to Shouto, that meant you belonged to each other. You took care of him, and he took care of you in whatever ways that he could. He groomed you, much to your chagrin, constantly scented you after showers and whenever you came home from anywhere. He even tried to prepare food for when you were finished working, but the most he could manage was snacks and easy things. 

The moment Shouto’s arms were around you, you melted right against him, closing your eyes sleepily. You almost purred in unison with your companion as he nuzzled the top of your head.

"You’re so good to me Shouto, what did I do to deserve you?" You asked tiredly, feeling him trace delicate patterns on your bare tummy where your shirt had ridden up. 

"Y/n, you saved my life." He pointed out. The television played the movie Shouto picked, and the noise filled the quiet of the room as you squirmed in his arms to get comfortable. Shouto bit his lip, and his ears twitched in aggravation as your butt pressed against him. Every time you moved, your almost bare butt rubbed against his equally naked privates. 

Shouto couldn’t suppress the groan and tried to play it off as a tired kitty growl as he nuzzled into the back of your shoulder. You thankfully didn’t seem to notice the difference as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. You fell for it, leaning your head back to nuzzle him as you yawned, snuggling in against his warm chest. 

The movie was winding down, and your breathing had slowed as sleep started to take over; Shouto purred deep and slow, lulling you into a deeper sleep. Suddenly with a loud bang, the remote balanced on the back of the couch fell due to Shouto shifting, hitting the floor. You jolted awake, your heart pounding as you looked around quickly and took gasping breaths. Shouto hissed in surprise from the shockingly loud sound and tightened his arms around you until he realized that it was the remote. 

“I think it was the tv remote; I’ll get it.” You offered, sitting up to look for the fallen object. The plastic thing lay near one corner of the couch, slightly pushed underneath it. You could still see it, though, and tossed yourself over the back of the sofa in an attempt to reach it. 

Shouto's eyes widened like saucers as he watched you bend over the back of the couch. The shirt you wore had completely ridden up over your ass, and your panties were stretched up your crack. His pupils dilated lustfully as he watched you wiggle back and forth as you reached for the remote. 

"Almost got it!" You stretched painfully towards the remote, unaware of how lewd your position looked to your companion. Your legs kicked up and down for balance as you finally got your fingers around one end of the plastic and pulled it out. As you picked up the remote, you saw a large number of soft white objects sticking out from the couch. One fell from the pile, and you recognized it as one of your lost socks. 

"Sho, are you hiding my socks under here?" You asked him, trying to pull more out. Shouto didn't hear your question. Instead, he was fixated on your plump ass. His eyes followed your hips as they swung back and forth, fixated on the movement. You didn't see the way his eyes widened when he caught sight of the wet spot on your panties when the t-shirt rode up.

‘Was that there before? Did that happen when you were sitting against him?’ Shouto thought silently as he stared at your ass. When Shouto didn’t answer, you were about to push yourself up and ask him again when you felt a soft touch on the backs of your legs. 

“Sho? Wha-!” You cried out as you heard a rip, then felt a cool breeze on your now bare heat. “Shouto, what are you doing?!” You cried out as his fingers crept up to your slit. 

Your hybrid was ever curious, he had never seen a female’s parts up close before, and he wanted to know how they worked. One swipe of his sharp claw shredded your thin panties and gave him full access to your fascinating body. A deep inhale treated him to your sweet musk, the scent causing his pupils to dilate lustfully. His fingers rested on your flesh, pulling gently apart, so he had access to your glistening hole. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Shouto said quietly, tightening his grip on your thighs. Dull pain shot through your legs as you felt his fingers digging into your sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft cry. Shouto watched as your warm slit started weeping slick, to which his eyes widened. Shouto’s body moved on its own as he leaned forward, his tongue outstretched. 

“Gahh!” You tried to push yourself up but were surprised by the sudden pain of his claws digging into your bare bottom. He obviously didn't want you to move so you stayed pressed over the back of the couch until you felt his wet tongue on your heat. The rough texture of his tongue dragged along your sensitive skin, making you shiver and tears come to your eyes. 

“Nggaaahh! Shoutoooo!” You cried out, your hands clenching to grip the back of your couch from the sensation. You tried not to get aroused as you sat against him while the movie was playing. His warmth combined with his member pressing into your butt and how tight he held you made that difficult. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but you heard a deep growl and felt a sharp pain as his claws pricked you again. Obvious Shouto didn't want you to move, so you settled, trying to hold back any oncoming pleasure. 

Shouto was fascinated by how your genitals looked; they were so pink and soft looking and excreted a sweet-smelling slick that made the flesh look shiny and plump. He couldn't help but want to taste it, letting his tongue brush gently over your hole to get a taste of your slick. Your cry made his cock hard, and it throbbed in his boxers as your slick flooded his tongue. 

It was sticky and warm but also sweet and tangy and had an addicting taste. He immediately wanted more and shifted so that he was gripping your hips. His claws had retracted, hoping you wouldn't move anymore so he could enjoy what he was doing. 

"Shouto, please stooopppppp!" You cried again, not expecting his tongue to dive right into your heat, swirling and pushing deep. He tried hard to get as much of your slick as possible. Your core clenched at the stimulation, flooding your tunnel with more arousal and coating your hybrid's tongue. Shouto moaned against your heat, causing you to shiver from his hot breath. 

Shouto backed up only to breathe, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand for a moment before gazing at your slit again. Your slick had begun dripping down your slit to a bright pink nub sticking out from a fold of flesh. Curiously, he bent again to give the nub a tiny kitten lick, not expecting the loud noise you made in response. 

Your body seized up from the pleasure. The rough surface of his tongue made your sensitive clit explode with sensation. Your slit gushed slick once more, and Shouto immediately caught it with his tongue, finally realizing how your body seemed to work. His grip was firm as he held you in place, but you squirmed uncontrollably, and your legs shook from the pleasure. The tiny licks that Shouto gave your clit were just enough for you to crawl towards orgasm, the slow speed driving you crazy. 

Shouto watched your core clench again with wonder, 'Why was it doing that?' He asked himself as he peered closer. He removed one hand from its hold on your hip and, with one finger, pushed inside of your pink heat. Your back arched, and you squealed again, feeling your pussy tighten on his finger. Your mewls finally reached his ears as he was amazed by how tight your flesh was around him. 

"Shouto...nghhh...pleaseee," You begged, the pleasure that coiled in your belly made you ache for him to move. Your hips squirmed, desperate for friction as the thought of how wrong this was quickly escaped your mind. Curious, the two-toned hybrid added another finger and watched the shiver run through you. That was obviously what you wanted him to do as he heard a satisfying mewl once he did. 

"What do you need, Y/n?" He asked you, wondering. You knew it was an innocent question and that he probably didn't understand why you were begging. Regardless, your mewls turned to soft pants as he plunged his finger slowly in and out.

"Need, need to cum…" You trailed off to a frustrated moan as you panted with need. Shouto could see what skin was exposed had become flushed, soft, and pink. He added another finger, slowing his movements slightly as he heard you melting softly. 

"Don't stop...pleeaasseeeee." You urged, grinding your hips in a circle to try and glean more friction from his digits. The pit of pleasure in your gut started swelling like a balloon, and your cries got louder as your grip dug into the back of your couch mercilessly. 

Shouto didn't stop his efforts, wanting to see what would happen when you came. He twisted his hand slightly and started curling his fingers, curiously feeling your insides as he moved in and out. As his finger dragged along the different parts of your walls your cries became louder and longer. 

Your body tensed as your orgasm was finally pushed over the edge, and you screamed a cry of pure pleasure as slick wept from your hole. His fingers caught some of it, and the digits were pulled out and popped into his mouth to clean the fluids. He moaned softly at the taste, his tail swishing back and forth happily. 

Once his fingers were clean, he looked down to see your slick leaking quickly out of you. With a kittenish smile, he bent down so that he was level with your heat and let his tongue flick out. He felt you jolt at the sensation, not expecting his mouth again. He continued, flattening his tongue and licking one great stripe up your core. Once you were clean, Shouto drew himself up to full height behind you, reaching into his boxers to fish out his dick. 

You had barely recovered from your orgasm when you felt his form cover your back and lean down over you. His tongue flicked out again to lick the shell of your ear as he pressed his hips forward. His now hard shaft pushed between your thighs, eagerly resting against your wet slit. 

"Shouto...what?" You were cut off by the humping of Shouto's hips as his arms came around your torso. 

"Gonna make you feel real good y/n! I promise!" His voice whispered excitedly in your ear, just in time for his tip to catch on your soaking hole and find its way inside you. His claws dug into your flesh as you gripped that couch and settled in for the long haul. 

People say nothing good happens after two a.m, and they would be correct; you should know as you run the overnight patrol in your sector. Your beat was rife with lowlives and the scum of the villain underbelly, barely difficult enough to use your quirk on them since they were too easy for your skills. You hated this beat; it was...creepy, but you were still a rookie, so you got stuck with the shift. 

One night you were patrolling like normal, your sidekick had gotten sick, and you insisted that they go home and rest as you could deal with the patrol yourself. It freaked you out how quiet it was. Usually, there was some noise or disturbances, and the deserted alleys didn't help. For the first time that night, you heard a noise, a loud metallic bang coming from the end of an alleyway. You crept down between the buildings, looking behind dumpsters and piles of boxes until you found a garbage can that had been knocked over. When you approached, a rat scuttled out from under the lid. 

"FUCK!" You jumped a mile when the rat ran in your direction and through your legs to get out of the alley. “Fucking rats...they’re almost as annoying as those idiots who think they’re villains.” You grumbled and brushed off your uniform before standing up straight and turning to leave the alley to continue your patrol. Your watch beeped to show the time was five a.m, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Your shift was almost over and today was your last workday for the week. Normally you would have been happy, but instead, you were terrified that you wouldn't be able to finish out your workweek without seeing Him. 

You swallowed hard, trying not to let your nerves get the better of you so you could focus on finishing your patrol. The feeling that something wasn't right remained like a brick in your stomach as you made your way to the end of the alley. 

High above, a man crouched on a windowsill watching your every move, his eyes drinking in your shapely form as you passed under the light. He resisted the urge to groan, memorizing every curve and dip of your suit as he did every night that he watched you. A wet tongue drew across his lower lip in anticipation; he ached to taste you and his weeks just weren't the same unless he had. His gums started to hurt, making a note of every part of your body he wanted to bite. He liked to wait until the end of your patrol to lull you into a false sense of security. 

You had almost made it to the end of the alley before you heard the fluttering of cloth in the wind behind you. You turned sharply to look back down the path but saw nothing and went to turn back to finish your patrol. When you spun around, there was a colossal figure standing at the end of the alley several feet from you. Your pupils dilated in fear as your eyes swept over the muscled form, recognizing him immediately. 

"You didn't think I would just let you finish your patrol without saying hi, did you?" His soft voice was going to be the death of you, definitely not fitting for a villain, despite how it struck fear into your heart. You drew your arms around you as your body started to ache, phantom pains because your nerves knew what he was going to do to you. You began to back away, looking around the alley and trying to plan an escape route. 

"Now, here I thought you were going to make things easy for me this time." He watched you look around with a smirk, knowing that there was no way you could escape him. His eyes followed your form as you backed away from him. He could have easily closed the gap between you but decided to give you some leeway, making you think you had a chance of escape. It was when you tried to run around his terrifyingly large form that he acted; you attempted to jump onto a pile of boxes and over or around him, but he was too fast for you. He reached out and grabbed your arm, yanking you down to the floor. His iron grip made you stumble back, and when he pulled you down, his thick fingers threaded in your hair and gripped it tight. 

"I win, little hero. Do I get my prize now?" You shivered as he dipped his head down to whisper in your ear. His thick red hair fell over his shoulder as he tilted his head to lick along the shell of your ear. You shivered against him as his tongue made contact with your skin and his hot breath fanned over you. He trailed his lips down your neck, planting soft kisses as his free hand moved to the zipper on the front of your uniform. As he drew the small piece of metal down, his grip on your hair tightened, holding you in place so he could stop your wiggling as he stripped you. 

"Such a good girl." He muttered softly as he pushed the spandex off your shoulder and down your arms to pool at your waist. Each inch of skin that he revealed was an adventure to him because instead of clean skin, he revealed differently colored bruises along with a multitude of scars in different stages of healing. There were pale ones that had long since healed and scars that looked so fresh that you might have just gotten them. The sight of each of those scars sent pride right through his body; his bright red eyes flashed with possession as he took in your bare, marked-up flesh. He ached to give you even more pretty marks to show everyone that you belonged to him. 

“You heal so quickly; should I just bite you deeper this time?” He said with a pronounced pout as the tips of his thick fingers traced along one of your fresher wounds that had just scabbed over. His hand that was in your hair released its grip only to move down and grip your throat as you started to shake your head. 

“Please stop; I won't even arrest you, just leave me alone….” You whispered frantically as he drew his hand across your abdomen to pull you flush against his body. The tremble of your voice betrayed your terror as you felt his monster cock press against your back. 

Blood Riot felt the fear dripping from you, and he reveled in it; even before his teeth touched your skin, he felt how tense you became. Your nerves were probably lighting up, knowing what was coming, which only made him want to bite you more. 

He lowered his head to where your neck and shoulder met, nuzzling against the muscle that he found there. He let his thick tongue lick the strip of flesh before he opened his mouth and sank his ridiculously sharp teeth into your muscle.

Your scream was cacophonous as pain shot through every part of your body. His arms tightened around you, pulling your ass to grind against his aching cock. The sensation of his grinding made you squirm, but with his teeth still deep in your neck, it only caused more pain. 

"Still so delicious, even after all this time." He whispered as he finally removed his teeth from you. Blood dripped wetly down your shoulder,  staining your skin as pain throbbed through you. You whimpered, hoping desperately that he was finished as you didn't want to go through his whole act tonight. Though as you felt the hand that was on your abdomen sink down to where your hero suit was hanging off your hips, you knew it was futile.

Every night you ended up like this, soaking wet with his fingers stretching out your cunt and his teeth leaving possessive marks all over your creamy skin. Without fail, if he bit you, he touched you and gave you an orgasm, making it evident that you were being conditioned. You hated every second of it, especially how your body betrayed you and began to leak when you saw him. 

Riot's fingers dipped below the spandex, and into the tight panties he felt there. He chuckled knowingly as he slid his finger along your slit, first across your clit, then down to where slick was pooling. Your face flared red in humiliation as he found your shame, trying again in earnest to pull away from him. 

"You just can't get enough of me, can you? I bet you waited here for me tonight, hmm?" He teased, loving how your expression turned to one of defiant horror. In reality, he had been training your body for just this purpose. With each biting session came an earth-shattering orgasm just from his fingers. Your body quickly began to associate even the sight of him with pleasure and prepared accordingly. 

He loved how you squirmed against him, how much stronger he was than you, and how you thought you had a chance to escape. You were utterly his; your body was littered with the proof of that; your mind just needed to catch up. 

As his fingers dipped into your slit, the accompanying shudder you gave made his cock throb with anticipation. Too bad he wouldn't be fucking you until you were begging for his cock. 

Your body jerked as his cock throbbed against your back, part of you wishing he would just tear your hero suit and stuff you full. The rational part of you that was left scolded yourself for such thoughts and began struggling anew, hoping that by some luck, you could get away. 

Be careful there Princess, don't want me to hit a vein, do we?" He spoke with a mock sincerity that had your gut churning with need. The desire to satisfy the ache in his gums grew, so he whipped you around to press against the wall, giving him more access to your body. 

"Where shall I bite next? Your arm? Maybe your neck?" He muttered softly, the idea of his teeth sinking deep into each of those body parts exciting him. His red eyes zeroed in on your breasts, clad in a sports bra that had been hidden beneath your suit. He chastised himself for not removing it sooner and lifted it from your body, letting your breasts free.

"No, I think right here will do." He whispered as his head dipped down to your breast, first taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking until the bud was aching hard. Once he was satisfied, he lifted his mouth to the supple, meaty part of your breast, leaving small kisses there before the inevitable came. 

No matter how many times you tried to steel yourself against the pain, it didn't work. Your nerve endings lit up with pain as slick gushed between your thighs. You let loose a shaky whimper as his teeth retracted and his wide tongue licked the perfect impression of his teeth. 

"Absolutely beautiful." He admired his handiwork as his fingers slipped into your panties once more, easily finding your slit among the ocean of slick. 

"Such a good girl, taking me so well today." He praised, letting the tips of his fingers circle your slit before plunging inside. The cry that reached his ears was like music as he heard the pleasure you were trying to hold back. 

You keened in his arms, squirming again to try and relieve some of the built-up tension. His head dipped down again, this time near the side of your abdomen. He bared his teeth briefly before diving forward and sinking down into the flesh. 

Your scream filled the night as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers, causing a pleasured hiss to escape his mouth. He drew back, quickly finding a spot on the other side of your stomach to bite down on, giving you a matching wound on the other side. With blood dripping down your supple body, Riot's fingers began to pump in and out and curl to try and locate your g-spot. 

He found the spongy part of your insides easily and began stroking it. Fire raced through your veins as his fingers discovered your sensitive spot and began caressing it towards orgasm. 

"Want to mark up those pretty thighs too." He muttered as he pumped his hand in and out of your greedy cunt. He dipped low, leveling his lips near your bare thigh before deciding on a spot to bite. He sank down into your flesh once more on the soft inner thigh.

"Please stop...please, Riot." You whimpered and begged him to stop, your entire body wracked with pain and pleasure. 

"You know how to get me to stop Princess, Beg for me to fuck you. Beg for me to ruin your cunt with my cock." He demanded, pumping his fingers faster. With each pump, they grazed your g-spot, an action that was quickly sending you over the edge. 

Riot was as desperate to fuck you as you were for him to stop, so it was incredibly difficult for him to pull his fingers out just as you almost reached orgasm. The way your walls clenched as your orgasm reached the peak was amazing, but not more so than the cry of rage as that orgasm sank back down to nothing when he pulled back. 

You glared wildly as he removed his fingers from your slit, leaving a strange emptiness there. The whimpers of protest were barely held back as the remnants of your lost orgasm haunted you. You realized how dependent you had become on his teasing and hated it. 

"No cumming tonight, not until you beg for my cock." He demanded, letting your chest rise and fall with each breath. Your eyes widened in disbelief that he was withholding your usual orgasm. Riot wanted to hear you ask for it this time. He wouldn't hold back in fucking you and wanted to make sure you wanted it before he got started. 

Your breath came in short bursts as frustration settled in your gut. Your eyes locked on the imprint of his thick length against his jeans, knowing it would destroy you. You knew once you asked for this, there was no going back. Riot would own you. 

"Please, Riot, please fuck me. I can't stand it anymore; I ache all over. Please make it go away…." The ghost of your lost orgasm pushed you to say it, your belly aching with regret as you watched the feral look appear on his face. 'Finally' His grin said it all; you were definitely in for the fuck of a lifetime. 

Riot removed his hand from your neck and moved to zip your costume back up, surprising you.  He didn't say a word as he lifted you up and hoisted you onto his shoulder, letting you wriggle there. His large hand came down on your fleshy ass with a smack and a squeeze, a silent 'stay still' hanging in the air. 

The speed at which Riot left the alley and zipped down the dark street was unmatched and surprising for such a large man. You could barely keep up with where you were going until you heard the sliding of a door. Even upside down and in the dark, you recognized your apartment and confusion washed over you. 

"Hey! How did you know where I lived?!" You shrieked, fear settling in your veins as he went over to the door and removed his and your shoes. 

"I've known for a while now, you should really be more careful when you're going home from patrol." He frowned as he pulled off the boots to your costume and set them down as well as his own. He was not the only villain who had found your apartment, and he often found himself disposing of anyone who tried to hurt you, aside from him, of course. 

Successfully barefoot, he turned and brought you to where he knew your bedroom was and deposited you onto your bed. Even in the dark, he was intimidating, and you could just imagine the grin on his face as he started removing parts of his costume. He could see how scared you were, and that was part of the reason he brought you to your apartment; he hoped the familiar surroundings would make you feel more at ease. 

It worked, only slightly, of course,e as the thoughts of him stalking you flooded your head and flared your terror back up. You watched him finally drop the last piece of his outfit, the jeans which held back the python he was hiding. Your eyes widened as it sprung out; even the silhouette was terrifyingly large, jutting out from his body like a spear. 

Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you scooted back towards the headboard; that thing was going to destroy you. The worst thing was, part of you was way too excited for what was about to happen. He had teased you for so long, marking up your tender flesh and bringing you to orgasm after frustrating orgasm, making your body ache for him. 

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He promised, his tone of voice almost making you believe him as the mattress sank under his knees. The frame creaked under your combined weight as he crawled towards you, his cock hanging heavily between his legs. As he reached you, his large hands found your ankles curled up underneath you and easily pulled your legs free and spread them apart. 

Your wetness had begun soaking through the spandex of your hero suit, making Riot smile at the dark stain. He tugged you down the bed towards him, causing you to pull the sheets with you as he settled between your legs. His hands traveled up your body, making you shiver as he ghosted over your healing scars up to the zipper of your suit.

“Just like opening a present.” He trailed off as he drew down the small metal piece to once again reveal your skin. Now that you were in private, him taking off your clothing seemed that much more intimate, mainly as he hovered above you and dipped down to kiss each scar that was revealed. The perfect impressions of his teeth made him swell with pride; you looked so beautiful with his marks all over you. 

The spandex was pushed all the way off and dropped to the side of the bed along with your soaked panties, revealing your dripping cunt. Riot grinned in happiness, finally able to see your most intimate parts. He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted your lower body until your legs were resting on his shoulder and your upper body on the bed. Your breath hitched in your throat as you locked eyes with him over your pubic mound. 

The look in his eyes was hard to make out with how dark it was in the room, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being captured prey. His head dipped down to bury itself between your spread thighs as he finally made contact with your skin, his tongue licking through the mess of slick that was pouring out of you. As he reached your clit, pleasure zinged up your body and made you shiver, your eyes rolling up into your skull. 

The large man was satisfied with your reaction; it was evident that you were sexually pent up, and it was nice to see you let go of all that tension. He attacked your cunt with his tongue, lapping up the slick and touching your hard little clit until you were moaning and wriggling in pleasure. He built up your satisfaction expertly until you were filled with it and squirming in his grip. 

Unfortunately for you, he still wasn't going to let you cum, and he pulled away when your body began to wriggle too much. The first time you came tonight would be as he was splitting you open on his cock. Your butt hit the bed as you were shaking from your second lost orgasm of the night; your body wound up tighter than a rubber band. 

"Don't worry Princess, It'll feel good soon, I promise." His promise strangely made you feel at ease, and you found your fears melting away as his fingers found your slit once more. Your whimpers filled the air as the tips of his thick fingers trailed up and down your wet slit, gathering your slick before plunging deep inside. A moan was ripped from your chest, and your hips arched off the mattress as your walls gripped his digits. 

“You’re so tight; my dick is never going to fit if I don't prep you. Be a good girl and don’t cum, ok?” You felt Riot shifting so that he was hovering over you with his fingers still inside. His lips were right at your neck, where his breath washed over you, making you shiver.

He started with two fingers, already stretching you with the thickness of both digits. It was when he began scissoring them that you began to squirm, lifting your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to hit your g- spot. You heard the amused chuckle that came from him as his lips planted tiny kisses on your neck. 

His fingers continued to open and close, stretching you enough for him to add a third finger. You hissed in discomfort as the new addition slid in along its siblings, causing you to tense beneath him. The large villain groaned deeply, imagining how tight you were going to feel around his cock. He began pumping back and forth just a little and spreading his fingers until he thought you were sufficiently stretched. 

"Ready?" He asked, his teeth ghosting over the thin flesh below your ear. You nodded, trembling as you felt his fingers slide out, only to be replaced with what you could only assume was his cock pressing to your slit. He was much bigger than you imagined, and his tip covered your entire opening. Thankfully he must have realized the size difference and stayed still in that position. 

"This is going to hurt Princess; I’ll make you feel so good afterward, though." He whispered heatedly in your ear. His cock was achingly hard in his hand, the member throbbing hard and leaking gobs of precum. As he gripped his cock, he rubbed the tip up and down your slit, gathering some of the slick there to coat his length. 

His promise hung in the air as he began to press forward, feeling your tight walls try to resist him. He felt your body tense up with the anticipation of pain and let his free hand drift down to yours and thread your fingers together. His hips pushed forward, and he squeezed your hand at the same time, hoping that you would do the same. 

Pain exploded from your lower half, and you squeezed his hand back as tight as you could. Your sharp intake of breath was barely held back from becoming a scream as he shifted and covered your lips with his in a heated kiss. The resistance he met from that first ring of muscles was easily pushed past by one strong thrust; despite his efforts to be slow, he was eager to feel you and mold you to his shape. 

Your chest rose and fell with your jagged breaths; the pain caused you to forget how this notorious villain was as gentle with you as a lover would be. A pained whine ripped from your throat as you felt his massive head pop past the muscle and sit just inside of you. You both lie still for a few moments catching your breath as he let your body adjust. 

"I'm going to continue; it’ll only hurt more if I stop now." He whispered against your lips. You nodded, letting him kiss you again as he pushed forward, this time without stopping. Your wetness eased his journey, the massive length sliding through your tight walls slowly. His kiss swallowed your cries, tears pricking your eyes from the pain of being stretched. He didn't stop until he hit your womb, then lifting his head to whisper praises in your ear.

"Such a good girl, look how pretty you are. You're so perfect...feels amazing around me." His soft words filled you with a strange warmth. Your breath hitched as you felt your muscles get used to his size, slowly fluttering and relaxing around his girth. 

He pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide out to just the tip. Your whines started up again, especially as slick pooled around him with nowhere to go except onto his cock. His eyes studied your form as you writhed beneath him; even in the dark, he could see every inch of your scarred skin. He couldn't see your pretty scars in the dark but knew where he had bitten you tonight and ached to know how your cunt would feel if he bit you right now. 

He lowered his head towards your shoulder and the meaty junction between it and your neck and nuzzled softly. 

His teeth had started to ache again as he longed to feel you squirm in pain, taste you on his tongue, as adrenaline and pleasure coursing through your body. He peppered the soft flesh with kisses before letting his tongue loll out for a tentative lick. He felt you tense as he lifted his mouth, bared his teeth, and bit down hard, just in time for his thrusts to pick up speed. 

He lifted a hand and placed it on your abdomen before he started pushing back in, feeling the imprint of his cock in your belly as he pulled his teeth out of your shoulder. Heat curled in your lower abdomen, swirling as if prodded by the tip of his cock as he thrust once more. His hips moved so slow you thought that you would combust from the heat that was building inside you. 

"Fuck...you're so tight. You're doing such a good job for me." He praised again, hearing the pained whimpers that came from your chest.

"It'll feel good soon, Princess." He whispered a promise against your jaw as he straightened up, fitting his hands on your plush hips with a groan. His fingers dug into your flesh to hold you in place, and his hips moved. If you thought he was big before, you definitely knew how big he was as he started moving. A wave of nausea swept over you briefly as his massive length rearranged your guts. 

His thrusts picked up, and soon the slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, joining your moans of pleasure. Had your eyes not been closed, you would have seen his teeth as he bared them to growl in pleasure, the sound ripping through the room and causing a shiver right to your core. 

"Fuck.." you whispered softly, feeling the heat coiling in your belly like a spring. He felt the tightening of your muscles, groaning as he picked up speed.

"I know you're almost there baby, come for me." He demanded, his tight grip on your hips most definitely bruising your flesh. The pain and pleasure filled your body as the orgasm barreled forward like an out-of-control bus. There was no way you could hold your orgasm back; the speed andstrength of his thrusts did nothing but make it come faster.

"M'gonna fill you up. Paint your pretty insides white with my cum." He growled to you, his thrusts becoming erratic. Your moans of pleasure were unmatched as the spring finally snapped, and you came, feeling your cunt clench down on his thick cock. You heard his deep shout and felt him give one hard thrust forward, slamming his cock into your womb before he started spilling inside you. 

You felt every vein and muscle on his cock twitching and working as he came, spurt after spurt of his thick seed filling you. You were barely lucid after your orgasm, only feeling him relax his fingers and pull his cock out slowly. 

A shiver ran through you as your body protested the sudden emptiness, your core throbbing around nothing now that he was gone. You immediately felt his cum seeping out of you, threatening to form a puddle on your already soiled sheets. 

"We can't have that now…." He said more to himself as he frowned. You heard a shuffling sound as he leaned to where his clothes were on the floor and then a grunt as he straightened up again. His fingers found your entrance once again and pulled apart the red, puffy flesh to give him enough room to slide a small object inside. You squeaked softly at the foreign sensation and the object’s weight, confused as you felt a soft pat on your abdomen. 

"Can't have any leaking out now, can we?" He chuckled softly, pleased with himself as he moved to stand. Your breath hitched as you felt the bed become displaced from his weight leaving your side. He came back from what you assumed was the bathroom with a wet rag that he pressed to your sticky thighs. 

With gentle swipes, he cleaned your sensitive heat before getting back into bed and pulling you to his chest. You let exhaustion take over as his large body curled around you from behind, his lips settling near your ear.