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“I am here! After surviving the water rides!” He says, smiling as David claps a hand on his shoulder.

“Don't let him fool you, he screamed on one.” David teases.

You're dazed, just taking your eyes up and down Toshinori's body.

“Are you alright, angel?” He asks, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You look like the heat is getting to you.”

“Yeah, you're acting dazed, maybe you should get some water.” Tsukauchi agrees.

You stand up, quickly, clearing your throat.

“Yeah! I-its the heat. I need some water. Toshi, you should help me!” You say, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with you.

“Oh, of course!” He says, turning over his shoulder for just a second. “When my love’s feeling better, we can all explore the other side of the park!” He calls.

When you're feeling better, yeah.

Aka when you've gotten to feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“The food stand is the other direction!” Toshinori protests as you pull him down a little unpopulated corner.

You finally stop and turn to him, hands planting on his chest.

“You look so good right now, Toshi.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss his neck.

His breath hitches, cock jumping, but his cheeks turn red.

“Baby! What are you doing?!” He asks, nervously placing his hands on your shoulders. “I thought you weren't feeling well!”

You kiss down to his chest, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“I couldn't stop staring at the way your swim trunks are hanging on you right now.” You admit. “I feel fine.”

You kiss down lower, towards his belly, down further, knees lowering.

“O-oh my god..” He says, hands trembling. “You mean you want to- here- I-i mean….our friends are all over there. A-and there's so many people!” He says, but the way his cock is hardening in his shorts tells you he's interested.

“I'll just suck you off. No one will see.” You say, hand gently stroking the tent in his shorts, slow and sensual.

“Y-you’re something else…this is risky.” He says, looking back and forth, scared he'll see someone walking by.

“Then we better be quick, hm?” You whisper, finally springing his cock out from his shorts and wasting no time wrapping your lips around it.

He closes his eyes and lets his head rest against the shed behind him, a little whimper escaping him.

You lick around his tip, then down, following a vein.

His hands find your hair and he tries to bite his lip to hold back his little sounds.

“Shit…this is so dirty.” He whispers. “An old man like me shouldn't do this-ah!”

Your mouth suctioning around him deeper makes him stop his brain melt.

“Ohhh my goodness..” He whines, a little too loud.

And damn, his soft little broken voice almost makes you lose it.

You pull off and blink up at him sensually, cock still bobbing right in your face.

“Shh, if you're not quiet someone will hear.” You say, voice soft and silky. You take him back into your mouth, and he moans, already leaking pre. He can't help it.

This is so much.

You look up at him, eyes watering a little from taking him so deeply and he claps his hand over his mouth. His fist tightens in your hair, and he bites into his hand, cheeks pink with nerves.

His cock twitches in your mouth, and his hips stutter.

He pulls his hand off his mouth to quickly warn you.

“S-stop, I'm gonna- I'm sorry, shit!” He stammers out, suddenly whimpering and cumming. He didn't even have time to pull out of your mouth, just closing his eyes and biting his hand again to muffle himself.

This is the earliest he's ever finished, and his cheeks grow even redder.

“I'm so sorry! I-Im so embarrassed! It's just so dirty, a-and you looked so perfect..you felt so good..”

You smile at him, wiping your mouth.

“Don't be sorry!” You say, smiling devilishly. “That was really hot..I can't believe you let me.”

You stand and he helps tidy your hair a bit, and he heads to the food stand to get water while you go clean yourself up in the bathroom.

As you're walking back towards the area where you'd left your friends, you see they've moved, to a shady spot right around the corner from where you and Toshinori had just snuck off to.

As you walk up, with Toshinori smiling like a damn goofball next to you, David eyes you knowingly.

Hizashi is back, waving.

“What's up guys!” He yells. You wave, smiling wide.

You take a sip of the water before kissing Toshinori on the cheek, hand resting on his bicep before you saunter off to the wave pool.

As Toshinori sits down on a lounger, David eyes him.

“Thought we were gonna go check out the other side of the park.” He says.

Toshinori laughs. “Yeah, just gonna sit for a minute. Im not as young as I once was.”

David snickers.

“What?” Toshinori asks, turning to face him.

David's eyes say it all.

“No..” Toshinori says, hands flying up to cover his face.

“We moved over here right after you two went to ‘get water’, because that one complained about the sun moving.” He says, pointing to Aizawa, who's asleep again in a shadier spot. “He said getting a sunburn is irrational and ridiculous.”

“Oh my god!” Toshinori groans.

“Y’know, Toshi, they make pills-” Dave teases.

“Shut it, Dave! I don't always- just stop talking!” He groans.

“I'm just teasing, Toshi!” He says, laughing. “Just glad you're staying young.” He winks and pulls Toshinori up to go join you, acting oblivious in the wave pool.

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“Because I don't want you to save me! Just let me go, Izuku!” You yell. His eyes soften even more, an aching plea behind them. ‘dont go’

“No!” He yells back. “Don't tell me to just let you go! I can't do that!”

“I'm fucking poison!” You argue, fist colliding with the desk next to you.

Pens clatter everywhere, but the only thing he worries about is checking your hand. He quickly steps forward, taking your hand to check for bruises, turning it over in his own hands. So loving, even while you're breaking his heart.

“No you're not, I can-”

“Fix me?!” You shout, pulling your hand away.

“NO! I can HELP you!”

“You're not some magical cure, Izuku! You never will be. Just fucking give it up!”

“I'm not trying to be a cure, you're not some disease! I'm just trying to love you!”

“Then DON'T!” You demand. “Stop loving me. Maybe I don't love you, have you thought of that?”

“Don't say that..” He whispers, voice broken.

“I don't. You're fucking suffocating and I hate it. I hate all of this!” You yell, and he flinches like you slapped him.

“You hate my love? You can honestly tell me you hate how this feels? Loving me?” He whispers.

“It doesn't matter how it feels anymore, Izuku. It's not going to be the cure. And I don't want you anymore.”

It's not true, but he deserves better.

You're toxic. Poison.

You're just allowing him the mercy of being free, that's all. Because he deserves freedom if you won't find a way to fix this.

You take hold of his door handle now, ready to leave.

You open the door, hands shaking, and you hear his sob.

“Wait, please!” He begs, stepping forward again, just to have the door slam in his face.

He knows better than to chase you out, so he stays.

But you hear his cries down the hall..you hear them all the way until you go down the stairs.

They haunt you, playing on a loop in your mind.

You did that.

You're so broken that you left the boy who always smiles, as a sobbing shattered mess.

When you make it back to your apartment, you're completely unravelled, sobs shaking your shoulders and making your chest tremble. Your breaths feel like you're breathing through a straw, chest tight and heavy.

You kick off your shoes, climbing into bed and curling into a ball, telling yourself that this is for the better.

Even if your mind screams for him to come stitch you up, you know it won't ever be enough.

You don't leave your room for 3 days after that.

Not even when he texts you.

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And now, with your kids sleeping over with a trusted guardian, you're free to go out and let loose for the night, a luxury you rarely offer yourself.

Satoru took you on a great date, showing up with flowers and trying to be romantic.

The conversation flowed easily, and he even paid for everything. He has you giggling like a school girl the entire time, stomach hurting from how much you've laughed.

When you make it back to your house, you invite him in.

“Not for sex.” You warn. Again.

“You're the one who keeps bringing it up!” He says, holding his hands up in surrender. “I didn't do anything!”

“You keep staring at my tits.” You point a finger at him.

“Well, how can I help it? You're fucking perfect. I swear…” He says, cheeks getting a little red as his eyes trail back down your body again.

You scoff.

“Perfect? Yeah. Okay.” You say sarcastically.

Unfortunately, society has taught you that once you become a mother you shrivel. Stretch marks are ‘supposed’ to be hidden, saggy breasts ‘supposed’ to be lifted, marks and scars and changes are ‘supposed’ to bounce back.

“Why do you say it with so much doubt?” He asks, following you through your house as you slip off your shoes. He follows suit, just in case you have a no shoes rule.

“Because you haven't even seen 75% of my body.” You retort, setting your purse on a counter and turning towards the hall. “I need to get out of this dress.”

You could've asked him to wait in the living room. But you didn't, so he keeps following like a puppy.

You should've asked him to wait, because as soon as you reach your bedroom he perks up. It's like his tail starts wagging while he walks through the door.

“Wipe that look off your face, you're not getting any pussy, Satoru.” You scold, and his eyes widen like you've slapped him.

“Woah! I'm not thinking about your pussy right now, my god! I'm thinking about you. How I bet if you took that dress off you'd look like heaven.” He's practically drooling as he stares at you. “Just let me help you out of your dress.”

“Satoru, that sounds weird.” You laugh. “You’re hyping yourself up to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed? What kind of prick would feel disappointment when a girl gets naked in front of him?” The idea is just ridiculous to him.

“Who said I was getting fully naked?! Besides, I'm sure you have other women to ogle.”

“You're seriously over estimating my sexual prowess.”

“You realize I've had kids right?”

“Okay? So?”

“So, my body isn't as hot as it was before. My stomach has a pouch that this dress hides, for one.”

“Oh my god, a woman having space for her organs? How horrible!” He clutches his chest in mock surprise.

You laugh at that. He's cute, trying so hard to appreciate you.

“Two, this bra holds my boobs up. They're not nearly this perky without it, especially after breastfeeding.”

“Look, if it's because you're uncomfortable or just don't want to, that's fine. I don't need to see you naked to enjoy this date. I'm just grateful you let me take you out. But if it's because you have this weird idea that I'm going to be upset or disappointed or turned off, get that out of your head.” He insists.

“Really?” You challenge, crossing your arms, lips pursing and brows raising.

“Seriously, I come to that damn diner like 4 times a week and the food isn't even that good! It's just to see you. You don't have to let me see anything-”

“Unzip my dress.” You interrupt, turning around. He smiles like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes ma'am!”

He slides the zipper down, and as your back is exposed, he can't stop himself. He leans down, breath ghosting over the skin between your shoulder blades for a moment. “Can I kiss you here?”

Your breath hitches. “Yes..”

He does. One soft kiss, and then one more as he zips lower before turning you around.

He helps you out of the fabric and, fuck, you'd think you're a model, because he's staring at you like you're the most beautiful creation.

You're in your bra and underwear now, enough exposed to feel a little insecure but not fully naked.

His breath hitches and his blue eyes roam across you slowly. “So pretty…” He murmurs, hands coming forward like he wants to touch you. “Please, can I touch?”

“Hmm, since you asked like a good boy, I guess so.” You say, trying to keep your confidence. He whimpers softly in his throat at that, and you try to ignore how you noticed his cock twitch in his pants. Based off the print he's huge, and suddenly you're irritated at your ‘no sex on the first date’ rule.

Finally, he gently touches your skin, hands trailing over every little insecurity. He starts with your hips, gently running his fingers along the edge of your panties, then up to your stomach, then around your waist. He slowly sinks to his knees, and you furrow your brows.

“Satoru…” You warn.

“‘m not trying anything. Just wanna kiss you. Please?” He begs, snowy white hair falling into his face. He's so cute, down on his knees begging just to kiss you, how can you say no?

You nod, and immediately, he's bringing his lips forward to kiss your navel, peppering kisses over to your waist, pausing to make note of ticklish spots whenever you giggle. “You're perfect.” He murmurs, breath ghosting over a stretch mark. “Everything. Everyone's body tells a story.”

You huff out a laugh. “That's kind of a refreshing take.”

He kisses up your body, rising higher, hands squeezing your tits from outside your bra as he kisses your neck.

“Do you want to take it off?” You ask, and he pulls back to look at your face.

“I-I can? You'd let me?” He asks, practically vibrating. You have to giggle a little, seeing the tent in his pants grow more prominent. He's so easy.

You turn around again, and he unclasps the band with shaky hands, leaving open mouthed kisses on your shoulder as he slides the straps off.

His hands cup your tits from behind, squeezing experimentally. You can feel him getting harder, pressed against you from behind.

But you said no sex.

And you meant it.

“This is what you were hiding?” He asks, lips finding your neck. “This is like telling someone you have a common Tyrannomon card when you're really holding onto a…a series 2 Tyrannomon with a gold prism holo stamp!!” He kisses your jaw now. “No..you're worth wayy more than that..” He murmurs.

“What are you even talking about?” You ask, turning around to face him with a soft breathy laugh.

His hands immediately find your tits again and he backs you towards your bed.

“Satoru..” You warn. But he's not trying to push any further than this.

“I'm just kissing…” He whispers, and you climb back onto your bed a little. He follows, finally leaning down and kissing the side of one breast, gentle, hardly sexual at all.

More reverent. Like you're a goddess he's meant to worship.

Then another kiss, higher, more wet, his soft puffs of breath making your skin prickle. Your breath hitches and you arch your back just a little.

“Is this okay?” He asks, blinking up at you with his crystalline eyes.

“It's okay..” You breathe, hands finding his hair and gently threading your fingers through it while he kisses your tit again. He moans, like you've just stroked his cock.

“Fuck, i-im sorry..I don't mean to be all worked up. You're just so pretty.” He apologizes, embarrassed. Just one single stroke of his hair and he's moaning.

You can't imagine the sounds he'd make if you actually touched him.

“You’re pretty fucking adorable, Satoru.” You say, tightening your grip in his hair just a little. His mouth returns to kiss, closer to your nipple. this time.

You let out a shuttering breath.

“Please..” He kisses you again. “Let me suck on your tits..” He begs, hands stroking your skin, but not trying to push for sex. He's not taking off your underwear, or slipping his fingers beneath them.

You don't answer with words, you just grip his hair tighter and turn his head, tit slipping right into his mouth.

He whimpers, pathetically desperate, and begins licking around your nipple, sucking and toying with your tits like he's dreamed of this. (And he definitely has)

You moan, as one of his hands squeezes and kneads your other tit, while his other hand touches everywhere he can reach. He feels every ridge, every curve, every little spot he can reach. When he pops off, cool air meeting the wetness and making your nipple harden, he ruts into the bed, just a little.

An involuntary reaction.

He doesn't pay any mind to it, just latches onto the other tit.

After a bit of this, you have to pull him off, and his eyes are dazed now, like he's finally seen heaven and wants to stay.

“Satoru…I want you to stay tonight. But I don't want to go any further than this..” You say, and he smiles, a dopey boyish grin.

“So I can do this all night?” He asks, trailing his kisses back down, down your ribcage, towards your belly.

“Just this.” You say, tugging his hair a little. He whines, pausing his kisses for a second and taking a deep breath, like he's mentally warring with himself.

“Okay…but..you have to stop playing with my hair for a little bit.. or I think I'm gonna cum in my pants..” He whines.

You laugh, releasing his hair to offer him mercy. For now. “Okay. Since you're being so good.”

Maybe, just maybe, in the morning you'll let him eat your pussy.

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He comes home from work, a little early. He wants to surprise you, talk out whatever's going on and fix this.

But when he walks in, you're acting jumpy, like something's wrong.

“I thought you weren't coming home until later.” You say, car keys in hand. You had somewhere to be.

“I just wanted to surprise you. Do you have something going on?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Um, no. Not really. Nothing important.”

“You're acting strange lately.” He says, adjusting his glasses and standing in front of you. “You can say it's nothing all you like, but I'm not a fool, and I can tell something's going on.”

You sigh, knowing he's not stupid. There's only so long you can brush him off. You can't look at him right now, and your gaze falls to the floor.

“Mirai…” You start, fidgeting with the keys in your hand. “Please, just..can we not do this right now?”

He crosses his arms across his chest.

“Do what?” He asks, brows furrowing. “I love you, and I can tell there's something wrong. Are you hurt o-or sick?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No! It's nothing like that.”

“Is it me? Do I not entice you anymore? Am I not satisfying you sexually?”

“No! There's nothing wrong with you! Our sex is fine.”

“Then what is it? I can't help you if you don't let me!”

“I don't want your help, Mir.” You raise your voice.

He sighs now, his composure finally snapping. He's been begging to fix this and you're just shutting down. He can't take it.

He reaches for your hand, voice cracking.

“Just look at me.” He says, and you make the mistake of listening.

You didn't process how desperate he sounded until your eyes flicked up, just for that second, and his eyes glow purple in return.

You snatch your arm away, angry that he just used his quirk on you.

You're not sure what he'd see. If he'd see what you've been thinking, what you've decided.

“Did you just use foresight?!” You demand.

His eyes tell you exactly what he saw. He looks destroyed. Devastated. He steps back, breath hitching. You know he'll be able to see your future now, for the next hour. And, he opens his mouth to speak, but instead his brows twitch into a furrow. An aching confusion falls over his eyes.

“No, i-i can't.” He stammers, backing up another step. “You should meet with the realtor.”

His voice is low, almost broken.

He doesn't say anything else, just turns away and walks out of the door.

His hand trembles when he takes the handle, and you see it.

You can't say anything. You can't chase him.

You head out on autopilot, going to your appointment with the realtor.

You're looking at apartments.

Apartments to move out of Mirai’s.

Not because he's a bad boyfriend, it's not that at all. He's good. Too good.

You never wanted to hurt him, and you do love him. But that's not always enough.

When you come back, he's in his home office, sitting at his desk, a stressed hand pushing his green and yellow hair back. When he hears you, he stands up and looks at you, heartache swimming in his yellow eyes.

“You're leaving me..” He murmurs, voice cracking. “I knew I shouldn't have used foresight. But you wouldn't tell me what was wrong..and now, I've solidified my worst nightmare.”

His words are like daggers, twisting in your heart.

“Mirai, I just…I can't do this right now. It's not you. You didn't solidify anything.”

His eyes are brimming with tears, something you weren't even prepared for. He always smiles.

Even at his agency, Nighteye finds humor in small things.

“I love you. You're the greatest thing to happen to me. I can do whatever it is to help you, just tell me.” He begs. “I can't see everything. I can't know everything.”

“Mirai, I signed the lease on an apartment. And I just…I think it's best that we break up.” You say, even though the words taste sour. But you don't need to distract him, or hurt him.

This is for him. He'll understand some day, surely.

“Tell me you don't love me.” He says.

“Did you see that in your vision?” You say, a hint of anger in your voice. You're still upset he used his quirk on you, even if you had dodged his concern long enough to make him feel crazy.

“Stop it!” He demands. “You're breaking up with me…won't you have the guts to say ‘i don't love you like I loved you yesterday’?” His voice cracks at the end, and god, your heart cracks with it.

You're crying now.

“No. But that's not enough.” You shake your head, sighing. “I'm packing, and the apartment can be available in two days. This will be better.”

“How could this be better? I-i saw….you're not coming back!” He says, tears streaming down his face now. You have to turn away. If not, you might fall back into his arms.

But no. You need to do this. You need to go. Before you get too comfortable. Before you forget that eventually everything could fall apart.

Might as well make it happen on your terms.

“If your visions really are fate, then that's what's meant to be.”

“No!” He cries, voice rising. “That can't be our fate. It won't be. Please, just give me the chance-”

“No. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mirai. I never wanted to hurt you. But I'm going. I don't hate you, and you never did anything wrong, and that's what makes this worse.” You cry, trying to keep your breathing steady so you can finish this. Once and for all.

You weren't sure if this was permanent, but maybe the future he sees with foresight really can't be changed. Maybe he's right about that, and you just didn't know yourself that you were leaving for good.

Maybe...

“I can't watch you walk out that door.” Mirai whispers, eyes reddened from crying.

“You already did..” You say, voice trembling.

“I won't again.” He says, choking back a sob as he leaves the house. You see his shoulders shake, you hear the sounds of his held back cries as he leaves.

He doesn't come back that night.

And by the time he comes back home, after spending two days in his agency, burying himself in work with not a smile in sight, your stuff is gone.

All that's left, is a note in your handwriting,

“I'm sorry.”

And a man left wondering how to change the outcome of someone's future with belief alone.

“Of course not, I wouldn't want to worry you two.” You say, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He lets you, and when you try to pull away, he pulls you back for a quick peck on the lips.

It makes a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, because Levi isn't usually like this.

He must be in a good mood, or a little worked up.

You eat together, something you try to find time for whenever you can. Staying together makes it easier, but you're all so busy sometimes.

After dinner, usually Levi would read with a cup of tea. Erwin would usually dive into some sort of research or battle plans. And you would do some sort of combination of all of those things.

But tonight, you can tell they're both a little tense. Probably pent up, considering you haven't had much time to be intimate with each other lately.

Erwin has let his eyes trail over both of you far too long. Levi puts him in charge of washing dishes after dinner, and tells you to go wash up. They'd both already had time for that but you'd done extra training with a group today, so you came home a little later.

While Erwin washes dishes, Levi tidies the room to his liking (not a speck of dust in sight).

And when you come out freshly clean, Erwin is already on the bed talking to Levi. They're close, and Erwin is clearly teasing Levi about something.

You come and climb into the bed, and they both turn to you.

“Levi, you're not hiding with a book!” You joke playfully, smiling at him.

“Hey, I don't do that all the time. I spend plenty of time with you two.”

“I know, just teasing baby.” You reply softly, and Erwin laughs.

“You're a brat, you know that?” Levi quips, and you gasp, feigning offense.

“How mean, Captain!” You tease. He glares at you, but you don't stop. “What sort of punishments do you issue to brats like me?”

He scoffs.

“Cleaning duty.” He deadpans, brushing the black hair from his face

“You're no fun!” You laugh, turning to Erwin now.

“Oh, you want me to get involved, hm?” Erwin chuckles. “And I suppose you want me to say ‘spanking is a suitable punishment’ or something of the sort?”

“Maybe..”

“Spanking isn't a punishment. You like that.” Levi says, raising his brows. “Is this your way of coming onto me?” He asks, lips slowly curving into a smirk. He's not always the best at reading the room, but he can tell what you're getting at. “If you want me to spank you, all you have to do is ask.”

Your cheeks heat up a bit as he begins undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“Well, don't leave me out on all the fun.” Erwin says, reaching forward to take over the buttons for Levi.

“What fun? She hasn't asked for anything yet.” Levi comments, eyeing you.

“Oh? Well, baby, you heard him.” Erwin says, slipping the shirt down Levi's shoulders.

His fingers are slow, brushing against Levi's paler skin gently.

You watch them, breath hitching, as Levi slips his shirt the rest of the way off and then begins removing Erwin's shirt for him. Erwin pauses him, bringing a finger under Levi’s chin to tilt his head up.

He quickly captures Levi’s mouth in a kiss, and Levi's hands tighten on the shirt. He kisses him back slowly, falling into the rhythm, even as his cheeks heat up.

He may not be the most accustomed to affection, kisses or intimacy, but he doesn't shy away when he's in the act. He's talented, when he tries.

Erwin pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment, as he turns to you.

“You're gonna make me ask?” You huff, wanting nothing more than for them to just take you.

“That's what I said, isn't it?” Levi replies, as Erwin tosses his shirt to the side. “Tell me what you want. I'm not a mind reader.”

You sigh, hating that he makes you be so direct, because all it does is make your poor cunt twitch.

“Im really pent up.” You say, and Levi tuts.

“Go run laps to relieve some energy then.”

You growl in frustration. “Levi!”

“Don't be so bashful. It's just us.” Erwin says. “You'd be smart to ask him before I fill your mouth. I'm not sure he'll understand you if you're speaking around my cock.” Erwin says, undoing his belt and slipping it from the loops.

So filthy. So lewd.

“I want you to help me relieve my stress..” You finally relent. “Spank me, fuck me, use my mouth, i-i don't care. I'm just stressed.”

“There you go.” Levi says, patting his lap. “Well, get undressed and come here.”

Erwin helps you out of your clothes and pushes you to lie over Levi's lap.

Levi's hands immediately come to your skin to gently run up and down, as Erwin takes his spot on the bed, cock bobbing in your face. Your eyes trace every vein.

“Open that pretty mouth.” Erwin instructs, and you do. Your wet tongue pops out to lick a vein on the underside of his cock.

He sucks in a breath and watches as your tongue makes it to the tip, circling around before swallowing him into your mouth. His hands card through your hair as he slowly begins thrusting in and out.

Finally, Levi lifts one of his hands and lets it fall onto your ass with a smack.

You jump, moan garbled from the cock thrusting into your mouth.

“Jumpy today.” Levi comments, slapping your ass again. You moan again, bobbing your head to take Erwin deeper.

Each slap to your ass sends pleasure through your cunt, walls twitching and aching for more.

Another spank lands to your ass.

Then another.

“God, Levi, when you do that she sucks me deeper, if that's even possible.” Erwin grunts out, breath catching a bit.

“Yeah? Feels good?” Levi replies, slapping your ass again. Then again.

Your cheeks sting already, his hands landing harshly, his strength surprising.

Erwin moans when your cry vibrates around his cock this time.

“It feels incredible.” He says, voice shaking. “You're so perfect. Just like that, baby. Keep taking me like that.” He praises.

You look up at him, eyes watery, and he smiles softly at you. You look perfect, mouth stretched around his cock, hardly able to breathe, saliva dripping down your chin. So pretty.

“Spank her again, Levi.” He instructs.

Levi chuckles. “Whatever you say, Commander.”

Erwin chuckles, breathlessly. “Shut up, Captain.”

Levi smacks your ass again and now it really stings.

Your hands grip into Erwin's thighs, and he notices.

“Hurts, baby?” He asks, and you blink up at him with a pleading look. “Yeah? Well, I'm sure if Levi felt your cunt right now it'd be soaked.” Erwin teases, and Levi doesn't need to hear that twice.

His fingers slip right between your folds, and sure enough, his fingers are soon slick with arousal. He runs his fingers through your puffy folds for a moment, gathering the slick on his fingers.

“You love this, don't you?” Levi teases you, and you watch as he brings his fingers to Erwin’s lips, who's still thrusting into your mouth. “Taste her, Erwin.”

Erwin doesn't hesitate, grabbing Levi's wrist and sucking the fingers into his mouth, making an appreciative ‘mmm’ sound as he does.

When he pulls off, he doesn't give Levi the chance to pull away. He grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss.

Levi can taste you on Erwin's lips, and it's enough to make his cock jump.

“I wanna watch you fuck her.” Erwin murmurs as he pulls away from the kiss. You pull back and lap at the tip of Erwin's cock, pre already leaking. He's not going to last long like this.

As soon as Levi pulls his length out and gently rubs the cockhead against your entrance, you've already lost it. He lifts your hips a bit, before slowly pushing inside.

He lets out a shaky breath as he bottoms out, pausing for a moment to adjust as his fingers grip your hips.

Then, he begins thrusting.

And fuck, does Levi fuck hard. He has a stamina that even he doesn't realize, and it's one of the reasons why Erwin loves to watch him fuck you.

He pounds into your cunt like a madman, starting with long hard thrusts and slowly picking up pace. His breaths turn into soft moans, trying to claw their way out of his throat even as he tries to hold it back.

Your moans stay muffled by the cock making you gag, your eyes watering more each time the head probes your throat.

Erwin doesn't stop, he knows you wanted this.

You needed the release, just being able to let go and offer yourself to them. He saw your stress the moment you walked in that front door.

“So beautiful.” He praises, a gentle thumb swiping across your cheek. “That's it. Let go.”

Your walls flutter around Levi's cock and he finally allows a moan to choke out.

“T-talk to her again. She got so tight…” He murmurs, fingers pressing harder into your hips as he pulls you back onto him.

“Oh, you like my praise, angel? You like hearing that you're being so good for us?” He taunts, smiling down at you. Your ‘mmhmm’ is muffled, but he sees it in your glistening eyes. “Rub her clit, Levi. You know she likes that.”

“Mm..yeah. Sorry, just, fuck, it's so good.” Levi breathes, snaking a hand around to find your clit. As soon as he does, you jolt a little, but with a cock in your mouth and another in your cunt you can't go anywhere.

He rubs in controlled circles, even as you squirm.

“You gonna cum, dear?” Erwin asks, pulling out from your mouth just enough to allow you to speak.

“Y-yes… Levi’s fucking me so good.” Your spit slicked lips brush against his head and he hums in appreciation.

“He always does.” Erwin praises, before thrusting his cock back into your mouth. You suck it down greedily, but your cunt’s even greedier than your mouth.

You can taste Erwin's pre dribbling from his tip, and you know he probably could've cum 5 minutes ago. But he doesn't, not yet, not until he watches Levi ruin you some more.

“I'm not going to last.” Levi warns, breathing quickening. “It's too good.”

Erwin chuckles. “Too much, Captain?”

“Shut up.”

Erwin leans forward, his cock pushing so deep into your throat you can't breathe for a moment, until you manage to steady your breath through your nose.

Then, he pulls Levi closer and kisses him, passionate and a little sloppy. Tongues dancing in tandem, breaths mingling, and you don't even need to see them. It's enough to send you over the edge.

You cum hard, vision whiting, sound melding together. The pleasure washes over you like a wave, drowning you for a moment. You soak Levi's cock, and he moans into Erwin's mouth, the wet sounds louder now. Erwin finishes next, pulling away from Levi to throw his head back and moan.

“Oh, god. Yes, baby. All of it, you can take all of it.” He praises as he fucks his seed into your mouth.

You swallow every last drop. Levi doesn't like a mess, after all, and he'll probably still make you wash up again after this. Especially if he pulls out to paint your belly like he usually does.

He pulls out just for a second and flips you over, Erwin pulling your back to his chest and holding your legs apart.

Levi finds himself between them again, thrusting his hard cock inside. Erwin lets his hands wander to your tits, rolling and pinching the nipples.

“Inside…” Levi rasps. “I want it inside.”

You're not sure you heard him right at first, but he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks a little, forcing your eyes to him. “Hear me, brat?”

You nod, a breathy moan escaping. “Y-yes..” You swallow, throat sore from Erwin's cock bullying into it. “Cum inside me, Levi.” You encourage.

Erwin leans down, kissing and biting your shoulder. “You want Levi to breed you, baby?”

You lean into him and nod, moans cracking a little with your dry throat.

“Please…”

“How dirty..” Erwin teases, trailing a hand across your body until his hand finds Levi's on your hip. He interlaces their fingers and Levi thrusts once, twice, then moans almost pathetically.

“Breed y-you..” Levi stutters, thrusting in again as his breath catches.

This isn't the strongest soldier right now, this is a man so lost in his pleasure that he whimpers and grips both his girlfriend's hip and his boyfriend's hand to keep him grounded as he finally lets go.

He keeps thrusting as his cock twitches, spurting white ropes of his seed into your walls.

He fucks it deep into you, thrusting until his cock has softened. His breathing is quicker, more shallow, as he finally loosens his grip on your hip. He catches his breath, letting his hands slowly trail up your body to cup your face. He kisses you, deep this time. It's not like his usual nervous kisses, it's passionate and slow. His tongue presses into your mouth, and his hands hold your face so gently. It's a moment of intimacy you usually only get, like this, right after he's cum, when he's crashing from the adrenaline and can't overthink it.

When Erwin slips out behind you and stands, Levi pulls away finally to look at him.

“I'll clean her up today. Let me get a wet cloth.” Erwin says, softly. “I’ll start the tea kettle while you wash yourself up, I know you want to.” He says.

He's right. The feeling of stickiness is already driving Levi crazy. So, he nods and props a pillow under your head to make you more comfortable, before gently stroking a thumb across your cheek and turning to go wash up.

Erwin cleans you up with a wash cloth, knowing you'll go wash yourself properly later or when you wake up in the morning, but you're too spent right now.

By the time the kettle is ready, Erwin has gotten you set up on the couch so you can all relax together.

Levi brings the cups to the table in front of you, before sitting on the couch as well.

“I didn't know you were into that, Levi.” You say, as he sits with you.

“Neither did I.” Erwin agrees.

Levi shrugs, taking a sip from his tea, his hand around the rim subtly hiding the faint blush on his cheeks.

“I didn't either. Guess love makes you strange.”

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“This is the longest we've had an unsolved case IN MONTHS! And I'm so fucking stressed out, I don't even know what to do anymore.” He rants, walking into the bedroom, stressed hands running down his face.

“Maybe you need to relax a little bit, Nao.” You say, gently, trying to get his eyes on you.

“How am I supposed to relax when-”

“Naomasa.” You say, standing up now. The fabric of your lingerie falls with a soft sway, and he finally looks at you.

His eyes light up for a fraction of a second before the overwhelming stress grips him again.

“This is nice, love. It's beautiful. But I'm just really worked up right now.”

“Exactly. You're too tense. You haven't stopped worrying about the case for 2 weeks. And I know, it's important. But you can't burn out over it.” You state, taking a few steps forward, fingers trailing across the edge of the desk. It's tidy, with only a few folders and office supplies.

Detective Tsukauchi is organized, he has to be.

But you can practically feel the tension rippling off of him in waves. His body is tight, his hands clenched into fists without him even noticing.

His gaze rakes across your figure, and there's a hunger overshadowing the usual soft adoration.

“I can't be soft with you right now, sweetheart. Just let me get through this case and I'll make love to you properly. I'm just…incredibly stressed out.” He forces his gaze away from you. Your soft skin. Your loving eyes.

His hands won't caress you tonight, they'd grip your hips. His lips can't just stop at kissing your smooth skin.

“I'm not asking for you to make gentle love to me, Naomasa.” You say, almost laughing. He tries so hard to be respectful, but all you really want is for him to lose it and pound you until you're screaming.

His eyes lock back onto you, sauntering closer to him, swaying your hips. You're trying to kill him.

You must be trying to stop his heart.

“Use me.” You purr, and fuck his cock jumps. That sultry voice, the way you're so unashamed in approaching him. It's hard to hold back. But he doesn't want to be rough with you.

His perfect girl, the sweetest thing in his world.

He's supposed to protect you, spoil you, keep you good in a world full of bad.

“Dear-” He starts, but you interrupt him. You place a hand on his arm and he sucks in a breath.

You've barely touched him and yet it's like he's been hit with a live wire.

“Stop trying to hold it back. All that stress. You want to let go, don't you?” You tease, hand slowly slipping down his arm, fingers soft against his skin. His hand twitches like he wants to grab you and pull you in, but he doesn't yet. You lean into his ear, whispering now. “You're gonna tell me you don't wanna fuck me?”

Now, he snaps. He pulls you into a deep kiss, roughly claiming your mouth. It's feverish, and a little sloppy, his stubble scratching against your chin slightly.

It makes the walls of your pussy clench, and your knees weak. You feel the warmth of his tongue on yours and you can't stop your hands from holding the back of his neck, fingers sliding into the soft locks that have grown just a little longer recently.

And, god, he's so sexy when he lets himself get this disheveled.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he keeps his forehead against yours, hands falling to your hips. His fingers dig into them, squeezing.

“You don't know what you're asking.” He says, giving you the chance to change your mind.

You smile, devilishly, sultry voice snapping out a “Shut up and use me, already.”

You've barely finished your sentence before he's grabbed your arm, and spun you to the desk, planting one hand on your back to push you down.

Your chest hits the desk and he hooks his fingers into your panties to yank them down.

As he catches the glistening of your arousal in your folds, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“I need to taste you.” He mutters, before dropping down to his knees and swirling his tongue right around your dripping hole. Your voice hitches as he plants his hands on the globes or your ass and spreads them, allowing you to capture your essence on his tongue. His wet mouth trails up to your clit, suctioning around it and making you twitch.

A moan flitters out of your throat and he can't resist bringing his right hand to circle your entrance.

Your poor cunt twitches, begging for his fingers to push further in. He takes the hint and finally thrusts two fingers in, faster than he usually would. You twitch, a little surprised, but he slams his digits right into your spongey walls. They curl against your g spot, right as he begins swirling his tongue around your clit now. The hand still on your ass raises just to drop with a sharp smack! that makes you jump.

He's never done that before, but you did tell him to use you.

“Naomasa, I-its so good!” You cry out, already careening towards your orgasm with how he's bullying your poor cunt.

His thick fingers work inside of you perfectly. He slaps your ass again, and the sensation vibrates through your walls.

You can't even warn him, your walls tighten around him and throb as you cum, hands sliding out on the desk and knocking over a cup. Pens scatter everywhere, rolling to the ground.

“Making a mess of my desk?” He teases, tutting as he grabs you, pulling you on unsteady legs the few steps to the bed, tossing you down.

You bounce slightly, breath catching as you watch him yank his shirt over his head and off.

He sheds his pants, freeing his cock. Your mouth waters.

He climbs on the bed, and he immediately comes in front of you.

“I want your mouth around me.” He says, almost commanding in tone. You don't question it, you just lean in and lick across his tip, tongue swirling before finally sucking it into your mouth.

He groans and threads a hand into your hair, pushing your head to begin bobbing up and down. Saliva drops out of the corners of your mouth as he begins thrusting deeper, stretching your pretty lips around him.

In and out, his cock hardens impossibly further as he feels your warm, wet mouth suctioning around him.

His thrusts grow rougher, meaner, your eyes watering as your breath stutters. You choke a little, and usually he'd slow down, but not tonight. Not when his mind has been a whirlwind of anger and loathing and now, finally, it's silent.

He fucks your mouth hard, roughly, as you look up at him with your watery eyes sparkling with lust.

“god, baby..” He moans. “You're perfect.” His fingers in your hair tighten and he allows you to suck him deep into your throat once more, then again, before pulling you off with a wet pop.

He doesn't give you instruction, he just grabs your body and forces you to get on your hands and knees on the bed, face in the pillows, ass presented right to him.

“So wet..” He breathes, lining his hard cock up with your entrance, teasingly pressing forward just enough to slip the tip past your entrance.

“More..” You whine, and his only response is a sharp slap to your ass, leaving a warm sting.

Then, he finally thrusts inside of you, his veiny cock pushing into your gummy walls so hard he bottoms out in one thrust.

He doesn't let you adjust today, especially not after your little whine for more.

No, he bullies his cock into your poor cunt relentlessly, as your grippy hole sucks him in.

“So good.” He mutters under his breath, voice tight. Another slap lands to your ass, and then his fingers dig into the fat of your hips, pulling you back into him, hips snapping into you harshly.

He's fast, and rough, more than he's ever been with you.

And it's intoxicating.

Your sopping cunt is twitching around his cock, walls fluttering and clenching. Your moans are like a song, and he needs to hear more.

He brings his hand between your legs, deft fingers finding your twitching clit to roll between his fingers.

“Oh my god!” You cry out, voice growing louder, almost wanting to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. His fat tip probing your spongy g spot repeatedly just pushes you closer to the edge. And he can tell, he can always tell.

He doesn't slow, he just keeps his relentless pace, even as he feels you tightening around him.

You're about to cum again, and he almost growls, low in his throat, overcome with the desire to make you fall apart again and again.

“You’re so deep..” You choke out through your moans, pressure building more in your belly like a dam about to burst.

“Yes, yes, yes, please cum baby.” His words come out through primal-like growls. You'd think your usually composed man has been possessed by how he's acting, fucking you with everything he's been holding back all this time.

When you release, his eyes roll back, cock completely soaked. It's almost enough to make him cum right then and there, but there's no way he's stopping here.

He needs more of you. Needs to watch you fall apart once more for him before he pumps you full of his load.

Your moans are coming out higher, more unfiltered, little whimpers of ‘oh, nao' falling out of your pretty lips. You're already overstimulated and he's been leaking pre for 10 minutes. Your face is smashed into the bed, hands gripping the sheets so forcefully your fingers ache a little.

And your poor overworked pussy is so stimulated you're not sure if you could even cum again, you've already soaked him enough.

“Fuck, baby, I can't!” You cry out, and he breathes out a soft little laugh.

“You know I can tell when you're lying.” He says, skin slapping on skin still filling the room, louder now with so much wetness.

plap, plap, plap

“Just be good for me.” He coaxes, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as you let your face fall into the pillows, moans muffled now. You're too tired to keep your head up, and he's finding it harder to hold himself back now that his adrenaline and anger has worn off.

A few more thrusts into your cunt and he's spent, warmth splattering inside your walls, grunts turning to moans that turn into stuttered breaths.

He finally pulls out, watching with dazed eyes as his seed drips out of your hole.

He'll need to clean you up in a minute. And neither of you have eaten dinner yet.

But for now, he falls onto the bed, pulling you into him as both of your breaths even out.

“Was I too rough?” He asks, ensuring he's looking into your eyes. You smile.

“Not at all. Did it help relax you?” You ask, voice sweet, albeit a little raspy from moaning.

He kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment, his scruff tickling just a little.

“Yes. I feel much more relaxed now.” He says, sighing softly. “I love you, angel. I'm sorry I brought work home with me, again. I know I shouldn't get so worked up.”

“Don't apologize. Of course it's going to follow you home sometimes.” You pull back to look at his face. “I love you too, Naomasa. Besides, I liked you being all worked up.” You say, and his chuckles softly.

“Oh, you liked it, did you? You're a little minx.”

He kisses your lips this time, a gentle peck before slipping off the bed to start the shower for you and grabbing some clothes.

He comes back and takes your hand, and you begrudgingly get off the bed.

“We’ll shower together and then I'll order some food.”

He says, before looking around at the scattered desk and dirtied sheets. “And I'll clean this up, too.”

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