CherAsh_MK

You watched this sexy dad bod of a man maneuvered behind the kitchen island preparing the ingredients for his birthday hot pot. You felt your dick begin to harden as you drank in his naked form with nothing but his black apron on. You always found his tanned skin and veined arms so alluring, mixed with his voluptuous ass, you couldn’t take it anymore. Coming around the island you trailed your fingers up his skin and forced him to bend over the counter, “What about dinner?” You smiled with a husky voice, “Let it burn.” You began to kiss down his flesh and reached around to tease his heavy cock.

“Fuck, ahhhh, fuuucckkk…” Your cock was aching with every sinful moan that slipped past Osamu’s lips. The feel of you grinding against his perfectly sculpted ass gave you sweet friction as you slowly traced the contours of his back muscles flexing at the sensation. Cooing at him, you are more than a few inches shy of him giving you perfect views, “Baby boy, whose birthday is it today, hmmm?” You stepped back and pressed upon his back, making sure he stayed bent over the counter, “Do you like Daddy’s fingers?” Caressing to the dips at the base of his spine you stopped to suck on your thick fingers wetting them with copious amounts of saliva.

Feeling him flex to try and stand you quickly reached up and fisted his hair to grind his cheek into the kitchen island. With an audible pop you pulled your slick fingers out, “tsk, tsk, tsk don’t be a naughty boy. You want to celebrate, don't you?” Guiding your hand down his ass you dipped your large finger to find his clenching hole and traced his puckering opening. “Y-yes, hnnngghh, OOHHH F-Fuck!” Your middle finger slid inside of him, stretching his rim earning a whimper from him, his tight hole clenching onto your digit sucked you in. “Oh, atta boy, you already like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

Osamu moaned loudly, letting you feel the resonance in his chest, smiling wide you curled your digit and began to stroke his prostate. “D-Daddy! FUCK!” You could feel your own cock begin to leak with arousal, wetting the fabric of your briefs, “I love that you wore nothing but that apron of yours while you cooked for me baby boy.” You watched him reach up and grip the edge of the kitchen island keeping his body hunched over. Letting go of his hair you stood behind him to reach around and begin to slowly fist his heavy cock.

Large calloused hand cupping his heavy sack trailing up to circle around his base you began to fist fuck him. “Ahhh haaa!! Oh. My. F-fucck!” Bending over you kissed the middle of his back as you slipped a second finger into his tight ass. He reared his head, arching his back, trying to fuck your fingers while you picked up the pace fisting him. Feeling his hard cock begin to throb you stopped just as he was about to come. He turned to look at you, tears in his eyes as you continued to abuse and fuck his tight ass with your fingers.

“D-Daddy…” Smiling sweetly at him you curled your fingers tighter watching as the blush upon his face deepened and his mouth opened for a silent moan. Pushing his large body back down against the counter you stood to free your twitching cock. Osamu keened hearing you spit into your hand has you pumped your twitching cock while growling before you lined up with his stretched hole. “Happy birthday baby boy.” You thrusted inside of his hungry hole and felt him clench down hard around you.

The heat from inside of him, wrapping around your own dick, made you moan while you grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him. Samu began to moan your name like a prayer as you reached up and fisted his hair to force him to arch his back more. One hand gripping his hip and digging into his scalp, “Fuck you’re so fucking tight. You’re such a pretty little slut for Daddy.” You could feel him clamp down tighter with the praise as your hips began to bruise from the deep thrusts you were giving.

“Oh, fuck baby boy, you are such a good boy for me.” You could feel your gut begin to heat up and tighten as your orgasm was encroaching. Harder you thrust inside of him and grabbed both hips to be able to fill him to his limits. He screamed your name as he felt your dick abuse his prostate. “DADDY! P-PLEASE!!!” Reaching around you began to fist his slick cock, dribbling with pearlescent pre, “Cum for Daddy baby...Cum for me.” Pumping him faster, gripping him harder, you could feel him throb in your hand as he began to cry out.

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List of Sinful Fantasies:

Tomura: Sadism @bread0nhead

Eren AOT: Leather

Choso: Tetraphilia (Monsterfucking)

Nanami: Lingere

Bokuto HQ: Sounding

Iwaizumi HQ: Bondage

Aizawa: Voyuer @sweet-darling91

Levi AOT: Stigmatophilia

Kenma HQ: Knife Play

Hanma TR: Masochism

Mikey TR: Cock Worship

Shinsou: Edge Play

Shinra FF: Corsetry

Deku: Fear Play

Captain Obi FF: JOI

Tetsu Tetsu: Katoptronophilia (Mirror Kink)

Kuroo HQ: Spanking

Mahito: Switch

Kirishima: Choking @nogitsune-the

Getou: Rigging

Oburo: Electrophilia

Hoshiumi HQ: Dacryphilia

Benimaru FF: Cunninlingus

Shoto: Gagging

Drakken TR: Blood Kink

Gojo: Breeding @nogitsune-the

Baji TR: Branding @aztecbrujeria

Sukuna/Toji: Cuckolding @aztecbrujeria

Vulcan FF: Temp Play

Dabi: Sensory Deprivation @shinigamiplayroom

Bakugo: Wax Play

We cannot wait to see what you create on your pilgrimage to Hell!!!!

--Sincerely,

As life goes on, time isn't the largest thing to think of,

it's the smallest.

Growing, going

in drought or monsoon, mold or blight —

what is the rice if  not alive?

Suji Kwock Kim

Spring 4:30 A.M.

Strong hands brush velvet strokes against your skin. Warm breath, soft lips leaving a trail of sparks in their wake down the valley of your neck and shoulder.

You stir in his arms, your senses rising like the tide and his kiss is your moon. He nuzzles into your hair, his voice melting your slumber away with honey thick tones.

“Time to get up, love.”

A smile grows within your chest, blooming across your face like morning glory petals waking for the rising sun.

He breathes you in, silver onyx kissed strands kissing the side of your face as his arms wrap around you holding you against his chest. Your limbs reach for him, his touch cradling you in warmth.

Mahogany eyes make a home for you, welcoming your imperfections, as if you were the most pristine landscape even with your rivers of anxiety and mountains of self doubt.

His structure settles the eye of your inner storms, weathering away at your own self doubts with a patient stream of comfort and clarity.

The way he looks at you, smooths the ridges and nooks past pain has left behind.

The way he holds you, like the cool depths of earth soaking into sewn seed, effortless and natural as if you never belonged anywhere else.

Breakfast

You’ll rise with him like you do every season when the seedlings are lush and hungry to stretch their hands into the muddy paddies of the field.

Bowls of rice, peppered egg yolks, strong oolong tea.

Shared at your table between open windows and gentle strokes of his thumb against your knuckles.

Your conversation carries between you like a current, flowing inexplicably towards your common goal. Spring is the season of hope and soiled clothes, planting for the harvest to come.

He’s patient with you, verbally walking with you through the steps hand in hand, rooting you in your understanding so you can be confident in your tasks. Vines of appreciation climb up the trellis of your ribs winding through your fingertips that are met with the sun soaked graze of his lips.

Preparation

Soft sunlight whispers through the window, a halo illuminating your husband’s focused movements. He pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing the taut lines of muscle and ligature, toned from years of his work in the rice field. It never fails to make your chest tighten, your heart murmur, your fingertips grasping for your clothes a little too tight, a little too quick. He astounds you.

You change together in your bedroom, violet Japanese primrose petals wavering in the breeze lilting in through the curtains of the open bedroom window. A smile tilts the corners of your lips reminiscing about Kita’s diligence, his memory, markedly taking notice of your favorite things. He brings home a fresh bouquet of the violet stems when he notices them beginning to wilt.

“This is your flower, you know.” He said to you, when he brought them home the first time.

“Babe, they’re beautiful.” You reach for them in his hands, one hand around the back of his neck, brushing soft strokes into his skin while you look up at him. “My favorite color too.”

“I thought it was interesting,” he muses, leaning in to bring his lips towards yours, “Hanakotoba. Do you know what that means?”

You shake your head, bringing the bouquet up to meet your other hand already draped over his shoulder, closing him in between your arms. He touches his forehead to yours, one hand cupping the side of your face while the other circles around your waist. He looks up to meet your eyes as he speaks, “In the language of flowers, Sakurasou…” his lips press against yours,” …represents long lasting love and desire.” His hand around your waist tightens, fingertips sinking into your soft skin as the tip of his tongue brushes against your lips making your insides begin to flutter before he pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes.

“You're everything I’ll ever want. I’m yours until I am no more.” His hand glides up your arm towards your hand still grasping the flowers and brings it between you, “That is why this is your flower.”

You feel his lips against your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind, softly kissing the memory into the distance.

“Ready, Love?” He asks against your skin, gazing at you with deep auburn eyes in the reflection of your bedroom mirror.

“Mhm,” you hum, your body fitting against him as naturally as the soft petals embracing the face of a flower.

“We’ll be getting wet today,” he tightens his hold around your waist, kissing the ridge of your jaw, heating your insides with his words. You lean into him, your head tilting back enough to give him more access to your neck.

“Hmmm..” he hums against you, placing another lingering kiss on the column of your neck, “I’ll get our coats,” he smirks at you, trailing his fingers down the length of your back before he walks toward the coat rack in the living room.

You release a soft exhale, your body missing his touch the moment he moves away. The goosebumps that flooded your skin slowly receding as you attempt to focus on the task at hand.

Tandem

You walk in the cool morning air side by side, your strides in rhythm regardless of his longer limbs. Sunlight begins to spill over the horizon, whispering hues of tangerine and blush into the expanse of sky above you. The smell of the coming rain breathes hints of salt and wet earth into the air around you as you enter the greenhouse on Kita’s rice paddy field.

You cherish these quiet moments, admiring him as he tends to the seedlings laid out in a blanket before you. He’s observant and patient, fingertips softly grazing the dewy slender sheaths as if each one is just as important as the last.

Kita Shinsuke has been this way for as long as you’ve known him. Careful, attentive, consistent, aware; each of these traits trickling into the crevices of your relationship, weathering your rough edges, washing over your stubborn resolve.

You remember sitting across from him at dinner, chopsticks still in your hand as your thoughts crumbled in on themselves. Your anxiety rushing in around you tightening your chest, strangling your appetite. Every attempt you make to eat, smothered by the pungent waves of fear threatening to pull you under.

“Try to eat, love,” Kita eyes you from his side of the table, ochre orbs assessing you as he waits for your response.

You don’t bother looking up at him, your irritation ebbing from your tightening jaw and quirked eyebrow, “What would you say I’m doing right now?” You ask him, the question dripping with sarcasm.

He sets his set of slender bamboo utensils down beside his bowl, his voice smooth but firm in his response, “It looks like you’ve barely touched your food. Which reminds me, what have you eaten today?”

Your eyes shoot up to glare at him. You don’t need this shit right now. Especially since you instinctively try to flash back through your day, and you can’t remember eating anything. “I-“ his gaze, while calm and collected, feels like a slow knife twisting in your gut, making the anger well up inside you at the realization that you felt the need to explain yourself. “Why do you feel the need to micromanage me Kita?” you spit back. “I’m not a task you need to oversee. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”

He glares at you, his lips pressed in a tight line as his jaw flexes. He’s clearly pissed but you don’t care right now. You detest feeling weak, feeling like a burden, and currently he was pushing both those buttons hard.

“I wouldn’t have to do that if you would take care of yourself,” he retorts. “So what, you’re pissed off because I give a shit? How else am I supposed to help you?” His hands tighten into fists, shoulders tense as he speaks.

Fuck this. You push back from the table, snapping back at him, “I didn’t ask for your-“

“Of course you didn’t,” his voice drops, but remains as calm as he can manage, “You don’t ask for help with shit that actually matters, y/n. You act like you can handle everything on your own, but somehow imagine that I don’t notice when you close yourself off, when you’re not eating or drinking or sleeping the way you should?” His eyes never leave yours, daring you to combat him with an excuse.

You open your mouth and nothing but sheer rage comes bursting out of you. You’re not weak. You’re not broken. You can handle your own shit. You’ve been doing it your whole life. You don’t need his pity or his help. He has his own shit to deal with. All of this comes pouring out, while he sits there, watching you, never saying a word, taking the verbal barrage of pain you’ve been holding onto long before your wedding vows.

You’re out of breath. Out of energy. The need to make your point, vanishing along with the strength to hold your impending tears at bay. You sit back in your chair, covering your face with your hands. You hate crying. You hate that you’ve been reduced to this. You hate that you took all of this out on him and you’ve caused all of this trouble.

“I don’t understand,” your voice is thick, heavy with the flood of emotions you’ve locked away in an attempt to keep yourself going. “How can you just sit there like that?” you ask him through your tears. “Why do you act like nothing's wrong?”

You wait for a response that never comes. The sound of his chair pushing back from the table grates against your ears. Of course he would walk away. You just screamed at him for caring, you might’ve done the same. You lean over, placing your elbows on the top of your legs as your body wracks with sobs. In the midst of this you don’t notice his arms wrapping around you until you hear his voice so close, so warm.

“You…you’re the reason I can be strong,” he whispers into your shoulder.

Your breath catches, your eyes opening to see him on his knees on the floor in front of you, holding you against him, your shirt dampening where his tears begin to fall from his face.

“Please just…just help me learn when you’re not okay.”

His words sink into you like rain falling on sun scorched earth. The understanding he was communicating to you through his touch, the few simple words he uttered against your skin, gracing you again with the same feeling you felt when you met. Hope.

He pulls back, cupping your face while he looks into your tear swollen eyes, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. All you can do is nod before you fall into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest as he holds you.

You loved him even more in that singular moment months ago, just like you love him now, watching him go over the rows of seedlings with the rake, assuring the water and soil levels are optimum for a successful harvest.

Release

You both make it back home after you successfully planted this seasons’ seedlings. The soft rain echoing off of your mud stained clothes as you walk up to the door of your house hand in hand. As filthy and tired as you both were you laugh as you watch each other attempt to heel off your boots, practically falling over each other on your threshold as you hold each other’s arms for balance.

He holds you like this for a moment, looking down into your face, flushed and damp from sweat and rain.

“Thank you,” he whispers, leaning in to press his lips against yours. You’ll never tire of the sparks his kiss sends down your spine. “You were perfect today,” his hand cups the side of your face, as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

You link your arms around the back of his neck, resting your arms on his broad shoulders. “Well, the mud did try to take me out more than a few times, but I survived,” you smile up at him, humming against him as he laughs, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss.

“Yes, you’re a mess,” he replies, his fingers brushing against the nape of your neck. “We should get you cleaned up, hm?”

You nod as your stomach tightens, your insides fluttering at the thought of his hands against your body without this soaking fabric between you. His lips pull up into a small smirk before his fingers find your coat zipper, letting it fall to the floor around your bare feet. His grasp finds your hips, turning you so that your back is against the door, his eyes latching onto yours as he pulls your shirt off over your head.

Your pulse quickens, your hands falling to grip the hem of his shirt to echo his movements. Heat ebbs off of his body as he presses against you, his fingers deftly unsnapping the button of your pants as he grips beneath your thighs, picking you up to let the wet fabric fall to a heap on the floor.

Your legs instinctively wrap around him, your fingers threading through his silver and onyx kissed locks as your shared body heat ripples through you in waves. He leans you against the door, his lips trailing open mouth kisses along your chest and neck. Your head falls back, eyes fluttering closed as your fingertips sink into his shoulders. Every kiss tightens the coil in your core, your back arching into his touch as you sigh his name.

He breathes a soft moan of approval against your skin. “Shower,” he groans, his grasp shifting to your ass, kneading your plush skin through your underwear as he pulls you away from the door, allowing him to open the door with one hand. You squeal at the stream of cold air hitting your bare back, his soft chuckle vibrating against your chest when you throw your arms around his neck, clinging to his warmth.

He keeps you against him, as you reach out behind him to swing the door closed before you both enter the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, kissing your forehead before he turns to start the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water high enough for you to feel comfortable. When he faces you again you’ve shed the remains of your clothes smirking up at him as you move to walk into the torrent of warm water.

“Awfully quiet all of a sudden, Shin,” you muse, letting the water flow over your body, cascading in rivulets around the soft curve of your breasts and hips. His eyes darken, a smirk spreading across his lips as he pushes his pants towards the floor, freeing his already hardening cock. You can’t stop your eyes from falling onto his gorgeous frame, following the dips and ridges of his sculpted chest and abs to the vein leading from his groin to the girthy base of his twitching length.

“What is it, Love? You suddenly seem distracted,” he steps closer, moving to stand inches away from you in your shared shower. His hands grip your hips, pushing you against the tiled wall as he grinds his thick cock between your folds, brushing against your sensitive clit. A low moan escapes your lips as you rock into him, wordlessly begging for more friction.

“So fucking sexy when you’re whiny like this, baby,” he leans down, pulling one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the hardened nubs as he pinches your neglected nipple between his fingertips, making you pull a sharp inhale between your teeth. The feeling sends a direct line of pleasure to your core, making your walls clench around nothing, hungry to feel him inside you. Your hands tangle in his hair as he moves to your other breast, rolling your nipple gently between his teeth as his hand travels down the length of your dripping body.

He sighs into you at the feeling of your slick gliding across his fingers as he teases your tight warm entrance. You keen at his touch, pupils blown out as you look down, pushing his wet hair back as you meet his hooded brown eyes. Your hips roll into him, the be of his hand pressing circles against your throbbing clit while he slips two fingers inside you.

A low moan erupts from your panting lips as your walls tighten around his calloused fingers, curling to press against the sensitive spongy spot inside you.

“There she is,” Kita breathes against your chest, kissing his way up your neck. Your eyes squeeze shut as your body moves, grinding into his fingers as you whine for him.

“Sh-shin,” you whimper, your hand reaching between you to wrap around his hard cock. You squeeze just enough for him to feel it, his tip swelling against your stomach as you pull him closer.

“Ffuck,” his lips crash into yours, heat pouring off of you as his tongue dips into your mouth.

“Wanna feel you…,” he groans into you. “Wanna make you cum.” He grips your thigh with one hand, pulling it up to wrap your leg around his waist before positioning himself to press his leaking tip against your entrance.

“Pleease, I want it…I want it, Shin,” you whine.

“That’s my pretty baby,” Kita’s voice drops before he lifts your other leg, pushing the tip of his cock into your warm silky walls.

Your breath catches at the feeling of him stretching you out inch by inch, sheathing himself inside you with slow rolls of his hips. A soliloquy of groans fall from his lips as he impales you on the length of his cock, bottoming out inside you over and over with rhythmic strokes. The sounds of skin against skin echoing off the shower walls as the water continues to rain down around you, splashing where his pelvis meets your pussy, gushing around your clit.

“So fucking perfect…you feel so good baby,” Kita murmurs against your skin, his teeth sinking into the space between your neck and shoulder as he bounces you on his cock.

“Fuck-Shin-fuck fuck, I’m-“ you’re a panting moaning mess, your arms wrapped around your husband as your nails leave crescent shaped indents in his back and shoulders. You lift your body up enough to meet his thrusts, every stroke pushing you closer and closer to your undoing.

“That’s right baby, cum for me…cum on this cock, wanna feel it so bad…” Kita moans, his grip on your thighs promising bruises to bloom across your skin the next day, but he feels too good inside you, so full, slotting into your tight pussy as if you could never belong to anyone else.

Your head is hazy, lust clouded eyes peering open to see the look on Kita’s face as he thrusts into you panting as his hips begin to stutter.

“Fuck- God…Fuck,” he meets your gaze, his lips parted as his breaths catch in his throat, his eyes plead with you. “Cum with me baby, cum all over my cock-fuck fuck FUCK.”

The sound of his voice begging for you, his cock plowing into you kissing your innermost spots push you over the edge. A myriad of moans accompany the waves of ecstasy crashing over you, making you throw your head back, curling your toes as you wrap yourself around him. His twitching cock pours thick ropes of his hot white seed inside you, filling you to the brim as the sticky mixture of you cum drips down his thighs.

His shoulders heave as he tries to return to breathing normally. Humming against your skin as he wraps his arms around you, bringing one hand up to hold the back of your head, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder. He keeps his softening cock inside you, holding you against him as your eyes flutter closed, sighing into his skin as his heart beats against you.

“Not yet love,” he murmurs against you, when he feels you starting to drift off. He sets you down gently, letting your feet get accustomed to the wet surface of the shower floor as you attempt to stand. You manage to hold yourself up by leaning heavily against him as he stands in front of you, holding you up.

“I know you’re tired baby, almost done.” He chuckles as you lean against his chest, his arms massaging soap into a lather along your body, peppering kisses on the top of your head as he goes. He holds you in his arms as the warm stream of water rinses the soap off of your skin. You revel in his warmth, his rough edges and soft touches, his hands stroking up and down the length of your back after he turns the water off, wrapping you up in a soft towel. He holds his hand out to you, reaching to help you out of the shower as you smile up at him.

He watched from the engawa while the cicadas chirped and the heat of the summer began to simmer into the fading light. He watched as you were bent over and working with the flowers, pulling the weeds and replanting the bright marigolds, he smiled to himself and felt the guilt wash over him like an undertow out to sea. With one arm out of his dark yukata, exposing the traditional dark ink of a wolf that wrapped around his shoulder and flowed down his arm, he looked down and frowned. How could you love him? He was soiled from his life as an assassin, he’d been a man that wasn’t worthy, he’d also had a child he had to give up, and he lost the love of his life once before; how could anyone love him? He sat and began to slip into the darkness when he heard the pitter patter of small feet and the giggle of a small child fill the air. Reality came crashing into focus for him as he watched a small girl with curly pigtails run towards you. He smiled to himself and felt his heart lift, even just for the moment, you turned to catch her and bring her close placing raspberry kisses upon her cheek making her infectious joy spill forth.

The squeal from the little one made him elated, smiling at himself and watching over the scene of pure happiness. He had forgotten for a moment his past life and the tribulations that had befallen him. Looking at this picture of peace he felt it there in his heart and once again the guilt as he thought for just a moment it looked like his first beloved wife and his son playing. She used to have the same smile too...Megumi used to have the same squeal of laughter...He didn’t know how long he sat there with a saddened look until he felt the tiny hands touch his face after the clumsy fumble into his lap. “Daddy...oof...Daddy, why are you sad?” He looked down into the mirrors of his own green eyes and smiled, “Nothing my little pup, just thinking big thoughts...but, you, you are being so funny c’mere!” Toji grabbed his little bundle of laughter and brought her close to his chest, taking time to blow a raspberry kiss upon her cheek and taking in the scent of orange blossoms and fresh air. He lost himself while playing with his small little pup when he heard her gasp and wiggled out of his grasp to run towards the back of the garden laughing.

Watching as she clumsily climbed off the engawa to turn and run towards the visitors, “Uncle ‘Uiji!!” Toji watched as a young man entered with his son into the back of the garden. “ Gumi!!!” He smiled with sad eyes watching his adult son scoop his little sister up and give her a big hug. “Hey squirt what have you been up to? You look like you’ve been playing hard.” She giggled as he brought her in for a quick kiss on the cheek, “You are dirty, have you been playing sorcerer again?” “Yeah! I want to be like you,Gumi!” Toji began to stand and stretch his long heavy limbs, watching as you began to try and stand. He walked towards you to help you up from your knees. “You know, you shouldn’t be doing such hard work bent over like that, you could pass that kid any day now.” Groaning, you took Toji’s large hands to pull yourself up to your feet, slowly you stood up while placing your arm protectively over your growing belly. “Shush, you, you know I can’t stand to be an invalid. Besides I’m only six months, but let me tell you this other son of yours is going to kick my lung out.” He chuckled, but you could still see the sadness in his beautiful green eyes. “Hey, old man, about time you helped her up.” Megumi’s voice called towards Toji as walked with his sister in his arms who was making faces at Yuiji behind him making them both giggle.

He heard you as you reached for your daughter to take her from her brother. “Hi boys! How are you?” Yuiji chuckled as he watched his niece’s face fall when she was taken from Megumi’s arms, “We’re good, we’re excited to grab this little munchkin  and head out to the beach tomorrow for the day.” The little girl squealed as she wiggled to be put down to run and grab her bags. Megumi laughed and made you smile when Yuiji came forward and grabbed his hand, “We’re glad to give you guys some time to yourselves before the other one comes.” Megumi blushed and looked at his dad, “Are you sure it’s okay we take her? Gojo and Maki will be there with the others.” Toji stood silently, you could see the pain behind his eyes before he answered, “I’m sure, she’ll be with the strongest so nothing will go wrong...she’s also strong like you.” You reached for his hand and squeezed, “Yuiji will you go help her with her bag?” You watch Yuiji beam and kiss megumi on the cheek, “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I’m coming to get you, and take you away.” You saw Toji smile as he watched his daughter scream and run into the house with Yuiji behind her. Squeezing Toji’s hand made him look back at his son, “Why don’t you two catch up while I head inside to make sure Yuiji isn’t getting carried away.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed Toji on the cheek and began to waddle to the house.

Toji watched you walk into the house and immediately heard you scold your daughter at the state of her room. “So, how is she, she is getting bigger by the day.” Toji turned his attention back to his son, “She is stubborn and won’t relax...she’s doing well, though your little brother is giving her a hard time already.” Megumi chuckled, “Well, those would be your genes, we all don’t fall far from the tree.” They both chuckled before falling into an awkward silence, “You know, dad, I forgave you a long time ago...Don’t keep punishing yourself.” Toji hummed in agreement, “Can I ever really be forgiven? What about your mother?” Megumi walked forward and grabbed his father’s thick shoulder, “My mom would have wanted you to move on and what better way to heal and love again than be given another chance?” Toji looked into his son’s eyes, once again mirroring his own, “I can never apologize enough for having to abandon you; and having Gojo take you and your step sister in. I was...an unworthy man.” Toji could feel tears brimming threatening to spill, “I will never be able to be the father I wanted to be to you and that’s what hurts the most.” Toji looked down and was taken by surprise when his son wrapped arms around him and gave him a hug, “I forgive you, okay?” Toji wrapped his arms around Megumi and let small tears slip past his eyes. He stayed like this for a few moments before he heard Yuiji laughing as the little one burst out of the house.

Toji and Megumi stepped apart and smiled at the sight of Yuiji giving his niece a piggyback ride while holding her bright pink princess bag. Megumi walked toward his husband, “Are you ready, squirt?” She laughed as Yuiji bounced her up, “Yeah! I wanna see Maki and Panda!!” You made your way to your husband and took his hand as you both watched them wave goodbye, “See you tomorrow mommy and daddy!...’Gumi Where is the puppy?” You watched as megumi called his shikigami and had his big black wolf circle around your daughter as they walked out of the garden. “You know we're gonna have to break down and get a dog for the house. She loves her brother’s dog.” Toji turned to see you smiling, watching as the kids left. “Toji Fushiguro...you better give me a kiss and knock off your sad thoughts, my pregnant brain won’t stand for you to be sad.” He cracked a smile at you when you side eyed him smirking. “Yes my love.” He bent down and placed a loving kiss on your forehead. “I think a nice, long, hot bath and you reading to your son is all that I really want; before the house is full.” You squeezed his hand and led him back to the house.

Later that evening you had your laughs and you had some nice peaceful moments with your husband in your empty house. You loved your mountain of a man helping you cook dinner and grab the things you could no longer bend over for; but you noticed he seemed to be far away and you knew he was thinking too hard about his past. You never pushed him, you knew he’d always tell you or talk it through, but you couldn’t help by grabbing his hand every once in a while and squeeze it to center him and remind him you loved him. After your dinner and the bath you were starting to worry, but you continued to wait for him. It's when you were sitting against the headboard running your fingers through his thick hair listening to his deep baritone read Frankenstein to the baby for the hundredth time that he stopped, “I used to read fairy tales to Megumi and…” You looked down and caught his eyes so full of sadness it made your heart hurt; before you could say anything he just flipped the page and continued until you had fallen asleep and he moved you to your side to sleep.

You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep until you heard Toji yelling next to you, “NO!!!..PLEASE!...DON’T GO!!...I’M SORRY!!!...I COULDN’T SAVE YOU...MEGUMI!!!!!” You turned over and grabbed his arm and reached to cup his face, getting close enough you rested your forehead to his, “Toji, my love, come back...it’s okay, I’m here...Shhhh, shhhhh...Toji, baby, I love you come back to me…” Your voice soothed him and you watched as his emerald eyes fluttered open looking in a panic until he saw your face next to his. Immediately he reached up to run his fingers through your hair and you saw the fresh tears begin to well up in those beautiful eyes so full of fear and sadness. “Angel, I-I couldn’t save her...I fucked up so bad...my son, why did I do what I did?” He was searching your eyes in the darkness, he saw your kindness and love shine back at him and all he could do was wrap you in his arms and bring you into his chest and begin to let his tears fall while quiet sobs racked his body.

Leaving your own tears at bay, staying strong for your husband, you could only lay there in his embrace rubbing his back and caressing his face letting him cry into you. Comforting him and letting him feel his emotions in the privacy of your company made Toji feel safe. All you could do was be there for him as he began to calm himself down before he raised his malachite eyes to stare into your own. “How could you ever love me and give me another chance?...I’m not worthy of the love you give me.” Looking into his eyes, seeing the pain and fear, you brought your lips to his for a kiss before pulling back, “I love you because you are human...kiss...I love you because you gave me the sun...kiss...and I love you because you deserve every ounce of love in the world...kiss...you are worthy.” You kissed him again letting him pull you deeper into his embrace, “I still love her you know...I feel like I’m betraying you when I think back upon her and the life I threw away-...” You brought your fingers up to his lips to silence him, “Toji Fushiguro, listen to me, I understand you will always love her, besides she gave you a child as you know that is the most unconditional love...” You reached up and wiped his hot tears away from his eyes, “I will always send my prayers of thankfulness and blessings to her and will always respect her...She gave me you and your son, a package that needed love with all of the complications, and I have more than enough to give you both.” His eyes widened at your testament to why you loved him as you took the thumb of your hand and caressed the scar on his lip. “She will always be a part of you and Megumi...she is a part of you two that I will never try to cover up or make you forget.” He cupped your hand resting on his cheek entwing his large digits with yours, “If you won’t believe my words, let me show you.” Tenderly you brought your lips to his, taking your tongue and testing the seam of his own perfectly thick lips, moaning into your pillow soft lips he gave you entry into the taste of his mouth where your tongues dance into sloppy languid kisses.

Your fingers ran through his thick raven hair, while your arms constricted round his neck, you brought him deeper into your kiss as you hooked a leg over his pressing your swelling body into his own expansive muscled body. You tried to put in all your love, adoration, compassion, and carnal lust into your kiss trying to take the breath from his lungs so that all he could do was feel you entering into every molecule of his being. You wanted him to never question his worthiness as a human or husband. Toji could feel his desire for you roar through his blood stream heating him from the inside out with every deep kiss. The slow pace of your makeout session made his cock become rock hard as he trailed hands up and down the side of your curves while you both laid on your sides in the bed. The pregnancy hormones caused your arousal to slick and coat your inner thighs, making your pussy throb, you wanted to be one with him. Breaking the kiss you rested your forehead upon his, peppering kisses upon the corners of his eyes tasting his salty tears, “I love you…” Speaking this like a mantra with every quick kiss hoping the message itself would sear his soul. Toji felt you begin to push him onto his back, helping guide your pregnant body with the movement, he moaned deeply when he felt your weight upon his hips as you wiggled your plump ass against his growing need.

Toji watched as you grabbed his large hands and placed them upon your hips, his thumbs caressing your hip dips through the fabric of your yukata, “God, you’re so beautiful…” His breath hitched as you smiled and the moonlight caught your features making you look angelic sitting atop him. You saw his eyes darken, half lidded, as you ran your hands down your yukata and opened it to reveal your swollen breasts with dark nipples pearling with need small dew drops of milk trickling down your skin. His cock ached with the need to bury himself deep inside of you but waited for you to take the lead. His head fell back as you began to grind your plump ass upon his hard cock, he could feel the pre from his engorged tip escape beneath his clothes, the heat from your core burned through his yukata. “A-Angel…” You reached up and grasped his chin forcing him to look at you, “Don’t you dare look away Toji.” You moaned as you grabbed his arm and traced the ink upon it to guide his hand to undo the tie holding your yukata. Once he pulled the string loose you let him caress your curves to open the rest of your yukata, pulling it off of your body, while you reached down to undo his own. Your fingers found the canvas of his skin, marred by scars from his past, tracing them like the outline to his soul while goosebumps flashed upon your electric skin. “Toji…” The loving whisper of his name poured from your lips  as his fingertips blazed a path from your hip dips, caressing your swelling belly with tenderness, up to your heavy breasts aching for his touch where you gasp as his calloused fingers rolled your nipples letting more fluid leak out.

The blush upon your skin appeared like magic as he teased your breasts, making your skin glow like a dragon’s treasure hoard, his breath hitched watching as your lips parted for a breathless moan while you rolled your hips against his core. His heavy cock sprang free once you had finished opening his yukata, sending shivers down his spine as you traced his muscles and adonis belt. “Toji, please...need you…” He watched as you sat up entwining your fingers into his as you felt his girth rub between your ass to finally feel his girth at your drenched opening. He moaned your name as you slowly guided his pulsing cock into your searing walls and sat taking him inch by sinfully slow inch. His emerald gaze was caught in yours making him cry out your name as your gummy walls fluttered around him sucking him in. “Toji...You’re perfect...fills me...hnngghh...s-so perfect…” You kept his hands entwined within your grasp, grip tightening in his own, finally taking him to the hilt where you sat for a moment and cockwarmed him adjusting to his size. “Toji, I love you, you are worthy...Oh f-fuck…” You felt his hips buck up into you as you clenched down upon him making him growl. “B-Baby...I...I f-fuuucckk…” He watched as your hair fell forward to frame your face and watched the lust swirl within your eyes. You pulled him towards you, forcing him to sit up and wrap his arms around you so you could guide your legs around his perfect waist, “Toji, my assassin…” You used him to help you lift up and down upon his pulsing shaft letting him guide your speed. Rolling your hips making him watch as your growing body moved like magic upon his center made him grip you harder. “You are my broken man…ohhh fuck….y-you are the pieces…Gods yess!” Reaching up to his face and making him hold your gaze while your bodies joined togeher, “A-Angel…Ggaahhh…Fuck you’re so….hnnggg…fucking wet and tight!” You began to pick up the speed slightly, mewling with how good he felt inside of you, “I will always love you…f-fuck...kiss me.” Toji took your lips keeping the pace slow while he pulled you in seeking the feel of your perspiring skin upon his. He moaned into your lips as his cock plunged deeper inside your throbbing walls, the feel of you pulsing with your oncoming oblivion. Hands caressing your back to your thick ass he palmed your cheeks and spread them so he could thrust deeper letting his heavy sac slap against you.

Toji stole your breath away while your mouths melded and fit together like the final piece to his jigsaw; you could feel him enter your dna and your souls entwined as one. He felt small tears escape from behind his closed eyes and felt your thumbs wipe them away from feeling the gravity of your love while the languid pace was making him want nothing more than to take you harder. He broke the kiss to follow the path down between the valley of your heaving breasts with open mouth kisses, “Fuck...I love when you’re heavy with my child...so perfect.” His hot tongue followed his lead as he found an aching nipple and groaned as he traced the slick trail of your leaking breasts up to your dark aching nipples. Your hands entwined in his hair again as your bodies continued to meet as one, thrusting slowly sucking him in deeper, he bowed down to take in one sensitive nipple to suckle and taste the wonder of your body. “T-TOJI!!!” Your warm sweet nectar from your breasts coated his tongue, he couldn’t get enough, you called his name as he sucked harder pulling more from you. Your head rested upon his while he suckled against your sensitive bud and bit down just enough sending torrents of electricity through your body. He relived the pleasurable ache of your heavy breasts as he took his fill before the liquid began to leak down his chin making you cry out at the lewd sight of him. He thrust into you harder, gripping your ass leaving indents on your skin, the taste of your milk driving him insane. The feel of your tightening walls began to clamp down upon him. You dug your fingers into his scalp and fisted his hair tighter as the pleasure continued to build, pulling his head closer, the tight coil within you threatened to break. Taking one last suck from your tit he came back and took your lips letting you taste yourself upon his tongue while he traced your lips with his own making you begin to feverishly roll your hips to meet his thrusts. “I love you baby…I’m yours...a-always yours...” he moaned against your lips as you whimpered, making Toji thrust harder in and out of your aching pussy, “T-Toji...I l-lov...FUUCCKKK...TOOJJIII!!!”

Pressing your forehead back to his you began to moan out in high pitched pleasure as you felt every drag of his cock, “Toji…I love…I..AHHHHH!…So close…p-please…” You begged him for your release, “Come with me T-Toji...p-please…” Taking your lips he used his strength to lift you guiding you just right as you cupped his face once more and took his bruised lips, “Y-yes Toji...J-jus...haaahhh...j-just like that OH GOD, TOOJIII!!!” He heard you cry out and knew he wasn’t far, “Hold on princess, please, come with me...together always…” With one final thrust you felt your toes curl as your thighs gripped around his waist to bring him closer to you pulling his twitching cock in to kiss your womb painting your pink walls white. The room filled with both of your cries as you rode your highs together and fell back down to earth. Resting sweaty foreheads together catching your breaths, he brought his lips to place a kiss upon your swollen lips, “I can’t believe you’re mine...thank you...for loving me…” You continued to kiss him with slow movements before you pulled back to look into his gaze, “Toji, I will always love every piece of you...even in the dark I will find you.” There you both sat embraced and joined as one, with a growing child between, feeling your heart beats slow and synchronize together. Large digits caressed your skin, following the curves of your arms, up to cup your chin, “Angel don’t think you’re done yet.” You giggled as he kissed you again, reawakening your need with him still inside of you, “Mr. Fushiguro, are you trying to make sure I’m always pregnant, hmmm?” He smiled wickedly at you. “I hope to have many more rugrats with you...I want a whole clan of pure sunshine like their momma.” You embraced him tighter and sighed in contentment

Rolling your eyes into the back of your skull at the feel of your face digging into the damp metal you arched your back to press your thick ass against his monstrous frame. With the blaring club music reverberating throughout the bathroom, you ground your body harder into his straining cock behind you earning you more growls that were lost in the music. He pushed you harder into the stall, “You just couldn’t behave, could you?” You felt his 6’5” 330+ pounds of hard muscle engulf you from behind as he reached up to grasp the edge of the stall and come close so his sinful pierced lips and intoxicating scent of the forest after a heavy rainfall engulfed your senses. Pussy clenching and your arousal slicking between your thighs you smiled, “I just wanted a dance with ‘Toshi and Shoto…besides, we came to party for you...Izu…” Giggling, knowing your sing-song tease of his name made him prickle, before gasping as you felt him bite your ear lobe. A deeper chest growl escaped his cage sending goosebumps flashing across your body as you mewled with want.

“You think this is funny don’t you, you damned BRAT.” His naturally deep voice dropped two more octaves, your pussy ached, “You thought just because I’m the number one hero that I wouldn’t teach you a lesson about who you belong with? Hmmmm?” Grinding his thick cock against you to tease your growing need, you moaned, feeling your pierced nipples light your sensitive buds on fire making your toes curl. Arousal burning in your veins as it pumped with your increasing heart rate made you crave him, you loved when you pushed him to his limit." You seem to forget, baby girl, that I only need one percent to break you…” You moaned as he whispered the threat into your ear brushing your loose hair away from your face, “Yes, please, fuck me Daddy…” Your nails began to dig into your palms the longer he teased and tantalized you, you purred like a bitch in heat with the agonizing tease.

Hearing him inhale he released your neck to trace calloused fingertips down your spine trailing behind with hungry open mouth kisses while nipping his teeth upon your supple skin until he got to your bare shoulder, “This…kiss…is MINE…” crying out you felt him bite into your flesh hard enough to mark you. He caught you as your knees gave out from the sensation, “Already, princess, I haven’t even punished you yet.” He chuckled deeply against you, helping you stand, “Now, hermosa, reach up and hold onto the stall…DON’T move…” Body shivering in scandalous excitement you smiled wide reaching for the edge of the stall. You wore a barely there slip of a dress, deep emerald, green, his favorite color that kissed your curves exactly right making him hungry just looking at you. The silk hung off your shoulders by thin spaghetti straps with your back exposed to the top of your lower back, and short enough with a slit that went up to your hip giving the world the sight of your tattoos that were etched upon your muscular thighs. Humming in approval at the sight of your juicy ass jiggling with every movement, your head fell back letting your thick braids caress your back tickling your skin. You felt his sure hands trace up your voluptuous thighs, pulling the fabric of your dress up higher with his hands, until you felt the air caress your naked ass. “Izuku...p-please…” you had begun to breathlessly beg for more of anything from him.

A sharp hiss was audible from his body before you felt his thick index finger hook beneath the band of the delicate thong you were wearing. “My favorite color too, baby girl, were you planning on making me beg...hmmm?” Before you could argue you felt the fabric give way with ease as he tore them away from your body. The way the lace abraded your waist while tearing ripped a deep moan from your chest and your breasts heaved again sending vibrations through your piercings straight to your drenched pussy. Remembering you were barely wearing anything already you became slightly embarrassed and shy.

You snapped your head over your shoulder ready to yell at him when you watched the smirk on his freckled and scarred face grow wide, “Ah, ah, ahhhh…” you watched as he brought the torn panties to his nose and took in your scent. “Mmmm, baby, you smell so fucking good...I wish I could taste you, but you didn’t earn that tonight.” He wadded up the fabric in his large palm and brought it to your lips tapping against your mouth for entrance, “Open…I want you to remember that this is MINE…” Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...You slowly opened your mouth and watched the way his eyes swirled with power as you became gagged with your worn panties. If you hadn’t been holding on to the stall you were sure your knees would have given out.

You could feel the saliva from your mouth begin to fill and drench the fabric that was gagging you. Cupping your chin, he brought your face to his for a chaste kiss. He smiled at you and growled into your lips, “Now turn around and don’t move…this is going to hurt…in the best way…” You carefully turned and waited shivering with excitement, feeling his large hands kneading the muscles of your ass making you moan from deep within. You knew you were dripping, coating and slowly making a mess down your thighs before you felt your body jolt forward and the searing pain made tears prick your eyes while drugging your system. “One…” His voice, husky and gravel filled behind you echoed in the bathroom, you screamed through your panties before calming into a guttural moan feeling his expert hands rub you softly easing the sting, “How was that baby…nod your head if you want me to keep going.” You immediately nodded, you could take him and knew when you said “OFA” he’d stop, you absolutely fucking craved the pain like a heroine. “That’s my good girl…remember one percent, that’s all I need...” every message in your head began to blare about the upcoming punishment.

You heard him power up his quirk catching flashes of green in the corner of your eye, clutching the stall door you braced for the impact. With a sure crack, you felt it ricochet through your body curling your toes, screaming again from pleasure tears brimming in your eyes. Letting you relax, your overly sensitive body screamed for more, “Just a couple more my naughty little slut…this is for teasing me.” Another flash of green, SLAP, the tears finally slipped down your warm cheeks as you screamed his name in pleasure muffled by your worn panties. He came close, gently massaging your backside again, the contrast sending you into whiplash, “Oh, baby girl, you sound so fucking good when you scream for daddy...Just one more for good measure baby, can you do one more doll?” Between your aching cunt and the sting of pain mixing into the volatile mixture within you, you nodded your head knowing your own string to reality was already beginning to tether. You felt him place a loving kiss in your hair, “Alright, baby girl, one more...One percent.” Once again you stood steadying yourself for his final spanking, tears rolling down your cheeks and snot running down your nose, another flash of green. SLAP, you screamed again, feeling strong thick arms catch you by your waist, as you let the orgasm from the pain incinerate you from within. Riding out the endless pulses from the spanking orgasm, feeling him reach around and part your dripping folds to keep you cumming, you let your head fall back on his chest as you convulse in his arms. A complete mess, having your mascara run down your eyes while he extends your climax whispering praises made you look like the dirty whore you were.

“Shh, shhh, you did so good baby girl...you are so fucking perfect, god you break to a million pieces just for me…” You were still riding your glow from the orgasm when you felt him pull the panties out of your mouth and brought his tongue to lick up your tears and take your mouth. Lips mashed together as you reached behind you and entwined your fingers into his luxuriant verdant curls pulling it hard enough you heard the rumble within his heaving chest. You weren’t done with him, you turned around in his arms and hooked your arms around his thick traps, this man was a solid mountain from having to learn to control all his quirks. You pushed him back towards the toilet forcing him to sit so you could climb up into his lap.

The kisses became fevered, teeth and tongues clashing, sucking on each other's lips, and growling and grunting from the need to feel one another. You felt him spread his muscled thighs to accommodate you as you sat down on his lap and began to roll your drenched center on his straining crotch, “F-fuck, baby girl, yes…” He took your lips again as you found his shirt and undid the buttons, you needed to touch his skin like a junkie looking for their fix, when you pulled his shirt out of his slacks you spread the crisp shirt open revealing your prize you moaned at the sight. Immediately, dragging your nails from his Adonis belt up to his shoulders, you marked his freckled and marred skin from Hero work, “MIINEEE…” your own growls of need matching his own, it sounded like two animals in heat fighting from the outside.

You growled against his lips before he pulled your strap down to your dress freeing one of your breasts where he took your aching bud into his mouth. You cried out, “FUCK!” As you felt his wet muscle swirl and bite the piercing making you soak the fabric holding his erection at bay. “O-Oh, hhhnnn, F-fuck…” You breathlessly cried out, moaning louder, you bucked your hips against him and felt his palms dig into the meat of your ass spreading your cheeks open, “Doll, you’re gonna make me spill before I even get to put it in…” You grew impatient and started to reach for the top of his slacks to undo them when you felt him bite your nipple just enough to make you gasp. “I told you to wait…” He spoke with his mouthful as you looked down to see his blown-out malachite eyes flash with warning, “Don’t make me deny you…” You mewled as you stilled and felt one of his hands find your soaked cunt and slide a thick digit through the slut of your cunt. You moaned and felt your toes curl as he slid in his middle finger and stretched you to your limits already, “Izuuu-…” he brought his other hand and covered your mouth. Just then a few drunken girls walked into the bathroom, “Did you see Deku!?…giggling…Whose he with anyways?” The conversation continued, slurred speech, toilets flushing another few stragglers coming in.

He looked at you and smirked, motioning for you to be quiet, chuckling he pumped in and out of you and curling his finger to hit your spot making you fall forward and bite his chest to keep quiet. Slowly the pace went on, tightening the string in your spine once again, you dug in your nails into his shoulders leaving crescent marks upon his skin. Just when you had gotten used to his middle finger you felt him slip in another making you buck your hips biting his chest to keep your cries of pleasure stifled; he began to shake beneath you. You could have sworn as you felt him massage your walls and spread you open to take him you were so close and became fevered with the need to consume him. When you heard the stall next to you open and slam, he pumped his fingers curling against your soft spot as he took his thumb and rubbed your engorged clit making your body spasm. Soaking his working hand with your juices dripping down his forearm, you could only see the stars behind your eyes as your tether to reality snapped. He held you down by your waist and watched as you convulsed quietly with tears running down your eyes again making your mascara run even more, you don’t know how long your toes had been curled or how long you rode out your orgasm until you finally gasped for air. Falling forward and resting your head against his you tried to calm your breathing as you saw his scarred hand bring his marred fingers to his snake bites and suck on them making them clean. It made your stomach churn like lava seeing such a sinful act as his eyes rolled into the back of his own skull.

Still sensitive you wanted more, reaching down to the top of his slacks, you undid the button and zipper and reached under his briefs to free his heavy cock. Letting it spring against his stomach you saw how much pre he’d been leaking, you caressed your fingertip around the slit and brought it to your lips to taste him making him watch as you clenched your thighs around him. Taking your small hand, he watches quietly as you gripped the base of his cock, your fingers never touched. In fact, it always took two hands to stroke him just right, you pumped languidly to the red swollen tip of his cock squeezing out even more sticky clear pre; his breathing hitched, and his grip dug into you bruising your flesh. His head fell back, seeing the veins of his neck strain as he tried to keep quiet, spurred you on to increase the speed of your soft hands. You smiled wide and could feel him start to twitch beneath your devilish touch. The muscles on his thighs flexed beneath your legs and ass and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He looked back down to you and watched as you sat up, he helped guide his swollen tip to your clenching entrance, mouth opening into a silent “O” as you took him inch by torturous inch. You heard him grunt and you quickly placed your hand across his swollen lips reminding him to keep quiet.

Clamping down as you took him slowly, you felt every ridge of the veins that strained on his thick shaft, the scandalous sounds of the squelch from your slick sexes becoming one filled your ears. You could feel the tension in his arms from helping you lower down to bottom out slowly, your teeth had drawn blood as you bit and sucked on his shoulder to keep from crying out. The sound of the flushing toilet and slam of the door next to you made you both still and wait for the crowd to leave. When they finally emptied the bathroom, it was within a heartbeat before he bottomed out holding your waist down and made you call out his name like a mantra. “FUUUCKKK…fuck…doll you’re so fucking tight…” You gasped as you felt him drive deeper kissing your cervix as he encircled your waist and stood to turn and push you up against the wall. Wrapping his arm behind you and grasping the back of your neck once more to steady you he pulled out slowly. The drag of his thick cock made you buck your hips.

“You are such a fucking slut aren’t you…” Thrusting back into you, your breath left your lungs as you realized he was powering up his quirk slowly with every thrust. “Couldn’t wait until we got home…” He continued to degrade you by pulling out and thrusting harder picking up his pace, the sounds of your slick pussy and his powerful hips filled the bathroom with louder squelching, “Had to wear that dress to dance with them…” Thrusting harder and faster, the prominent vein under his shaft dragged against your soft sponge deep inside, making your legs squeeze his center tighter and tighter. “Thought you could tease me…” His balls slapped against your asshole, the sensation earning higher pitched moans from you, “So fucking wet…F-fuccckkk!” Your gummy walls sucked him in tight as you began to clamp down to milk his cock, “O-oh FUCK, hhaahh, Fuck…that’s right whose fucking cunt is this…whose fucking cunt is this!?” The pace now abusing your g spot you began to see stars as you closed your eyes to answer him, “YOURS DADDY!!! C-CUNT IS YOURS…IZUUUUUU!!!!!” He moaned out and grabbed your ass with both hands to really thrust into you at an unforgiving pace, the sounds of his heavy sack slapping against your skin echoed in the stall as he felt your thighs jiggle with the force of his hips.

Your vision behind your eyes flashed white as you broke into a million pieces catching his pulsing cock in a vice grip to take every drop, “IZUUKKUUUU!!!”. “O-Oh FUUUCCKKK!!! C-CUMMINNG…THATS RIGHT TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP…take every fucking drop!!!” He twitched and ground his cock inside making sure to fill you up. You looked down and brought your hands to entwine in his curls as you took his lips for a languid kiss as he carefully pulled out and set you down. He held you up against the wall letting you both catch your breath when you broke the kiss, “Holy shit, that’s the filthiest thing we’ve done…in public…” giggling as you pecked his lips lovingly you brushed his curls out of his eyes.

“Happy birthday, mi amado, I’m glad you aren’t too mad.” He laughed as his eyes lit up with love and adoration before he looked concerned, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Let me see…no arguing.” You chuckled and turned around so he could inspect and make sure he didn’t overdo it, “Oh, puppy, you’re bruising.” Turning around you fixed your dress and cupped his face, “Hey, hey, none of that I told you I can take it. It’s just bruises, I know you’ll make me feel good when we get home, besides…” You saw the deep purple and red hickeys and bite marks adorning his shoulders and neck, when you saw the crescents from your nails from digging in, “Izu, baby, I made you bleed…” He looked down and then back into your eyes, “Perfect…I love battle scars.” He cupped your chin and brought his lips to yours sighing with contentment into you. Chuckling against him Izuku broke the kiss, “We better go say our goodbyes and thank You's so we can get you home for cleanup and cuddles.” You helped him straighten his clothes and he helped clean you up before you both ran into a couple of girls entering the bathroom as you exited. As you were leaving you heard the gossip already starting and smiled to yourself as you squeezed his large hand walking back into the bustling crowd.

⭐️ sfw💧

The first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning is to reach for you. Pulling you into his arms just to feel you breathing against him, running his hands along your skin.

As a Gemini he has two sides. When he’s soft, he’s soft. He loves spoiling you. This man has expensive taste. He’ll buy clothes for you that he likes seeing you in. “Oh? You think it’s too tight? Then we’ll just have to take your measurements again won’t we?”

Coffee? He knows how you like it. He knows if you’ve eaten that day even if you weren’t with him. He’ll cook for both of you. He’s not asking what you like because he already knows.

He loves watching you. Even when you think he’s doing something else, if you’re in the same room he’s enamored with the way you move, your mannerisms, your reactions to different things. His lips curled up into a half smile as he studies you lovingly from a distance.

He likes going all out for special days or nights. He knows you’d rather stay home but he loves dressing you up and showing you off. And his hands would be on you at all times making it very clear that you’re his.

He’s always thinking about you and keeps track of your necessities. Need more tampons? No you don’t, bc he already bought you more. Low on body wash? He’s already gotten your favorite kind.

⭐️ nsfw💧

Hisoka is handsy. If you’re within arms reach of him his hands are in your hair, on your neck, on your waist, your hips. His favorite thing is to touch you softly in some places and grip and squeeze you in others, watching your expressions, listening to your breaths catch, feeling your heartbeat shift. He’s always taking notes.

Obsessed with foreplay. He finds immense pleasure in your pleasure. Seeing how much you can take of his teasing until you’re begging for him to fuck you. He takes his time tasting you, biting you, his nails digging into your skin while you squirm under his touch.

The other side to this to this Gemini is sadistic and Hisoka is very verbal. Pulling moans from your lips like and endless fucking well. Holding you against him with your back to his chest, using his other hand to pinch your nipples, circle your clit with his fingers, slapping your pussy to feel you jolt and shudder against him. “Tell me how it feels, pretty. You like when I play with you like my lewd little fuck toy don’t you? You can feel what you’re doing to me can’t you? Wanna feel...this thick fucking cock...filling you all the way up? Beg for it. Open that sexy fucking mouth and beg.”

The fucking master of overstim. He’s not satisfied until you’re sobbing, telling him you can’t cum anymore. His head between your thighs, pulling you down further into his open mouth, lapping and nibbling at your clit, tongue fucking you until your legs shake. “Oh no...you can give me one more...” (you’ve already cum four times) pushing your legs up, slipping his fingers into you, lifting your pussy up to his mouth while he sits on his knees so he can look down at you and watch you arch your back, tears streaming down your face, your nails digging into him.

Bungee gum. For bondage and keeping the vibrator on your clit when he fucks you. He wants to keep his hands free to touch every inch of you.

This man is hung. 6’2 with big ass hands and thick everywhere. He takes his time making you cum over and over, prepping you to take all of him. His favorite positions are any position that lets him see your face clearly and he is flexible. Moving your body into positions that let him fuck you hard and deep. Burying himself inside you and smiling at you while you cry out, loving every second of knowing he’s making you feel utterly destroyed. He’d lean down to lick the tears off your face, whispering in your ear. “Such a good fucking girl, taking all this cock with that perfect pussy. Does it feel good right there baby? Awh...can’t talk while I’m fucking your pretty little brains out? Come on....let me hear you.”

The fucking king of aftercare. Hisoka will run your body ragged, but he makes up for it by running a warm bath for you to share. He'll massage small circles into your back, and shoulders, kissing your neck and running his fingers through your hair while he lathers you soft and slow. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you...so perfect in my arms."

pls I - 😩😭