sky the slut🩷

“I'm glad you're agreeing, because it wasn't up for debate.” Your sultry, teasing voice means trouble. He knows it. You know it. But he'll take the bait every time.

“Oh yeah? What would you do if I said no?”

“Well, I wouldn't want to fight an old man..”

You squeal as he roughly grabs you, yanking you into him and holding your face. He stares right into you with those teasing emerald eyes, fingers squeezing your cheeks just a bit.

“You're gonna start this right now, baby?” He asks, voice rough. “I could bend your pretty little ass over and fuck you right here until you're crying. Old man, my ass.”

He lets go of you with a playful scoff, shoving you away but still staying gentle.

He says that like it's a threat but it registers in your mind as a promise. You smirk, devilish and sly.

“Make sure you take your Viagra.” You tease, immediately realizing you've fucked up when he freezes.

-Shit..that look says he's gonna fuck me until I have to call into work tomorrow.-

“What sort of limp dick ass motherfucker do you think I am!?” He bellows, grabbing you again but this time fulfilling his promise and bending you right over the arm of the couch, ignoring your surprised squeal. “Y’keep running your mouth, baby.”

He flips your skirt up, exposing your ass. Just a lacy thong underneath, of course. Short skirts and minimal panties are one of your main forms of teasing for your poor man.

He runs his large hand over the smooth skin before finally lifting it and spanking your ass hard.

You yelp and pull away.

“Toji! Ow!” You whine, but he just chuckles.

“Nah, don't play innocent now. Keep pushing my buttons.” He teases, slapping the other cheek now, then the first.

His slaps sting, leaving heat in their wake. But more than that, they almost make you drip with desire. Your gummy walls clench around nothing every time he spanks you.

“I dunno what you're talking about!” You tease.

The next slap lands right on those lace panties, stinging your pussy just enough to make you arch your back.

“Don't act stupid.” He scolds, yanking the flimsy fabric to the side and running his fingers up and down your soaked slit. “Fuck, running your mouth always gets you wet f’me.” He hums in approval, slipping one finger inside. Your soft walls suck his big finger deeper so greedily, already fucking soaked. It's all for him, and who could blame you?

You arch against him, hips bucking against him desperately. His scar curves up as he smiles, curling his finger in your sensitive walls, and you whimper in response. That just encourages him to insert another finger into the drenched hole, coaxing out even more desperate sounds from your throat. Music to his ears if you'd ask him.

He works his fingers in and out, deft fingers making easy work of forcing you closer to an orgasm.

Toji knows your body so well, it's almost scary how he'll have you crying out his name so quickly.

“Toji, fuck!” You cry, and he smiles wider.

“Aww, you're cute, baby. Already moanin my name like a slut and my cock’s not even inside you.” He teases, bringing his other hand around to play with your clit.

Your cunt tightens around his fingers, and he chuckles.

“Breathe.” He instructs. “I can tell you're tryin not to cum. Tryin not to just become a slut for me, huh?” He questions, fucking devilishly teasing.

-Damn prick. He knows what he's doing.-

“Mm, I don't know, maybe you need to try har-ah!” He cuts you off by pulling his fingers out and slapping your pussy again, harder this time, while his other hand yanks down his sweatpants.

“Ow!” You whine, kicking your legs a little. He brings his fat cockhead to rub through your puffy folds, spreading the slick wetness across his head.

He lines up with your entrance and plants his hands on your waist as he slowly sinks inside. You're immediately whining, breath hitching as you arch your back. He bottoms out in a single thrust, not giving you any time to adjust, like he always does when you act like a fucking brat. He knows you do it just to get a rise out of him, and he fucking loves it. He loves to fuck you hard, rough, slamming your face into the pillows.

“If ya wanted me to fuck you into the couch one more time, all ya had to do was ask. But no, you wanna act like a damn brat.” He grunts, thrusting into you hard.

You can't stop yourself this time. Trying not to cum around his fingers is one thing, but when he's pounding you from the back it's impossible.

“Ji, i-im gonna-” He reaches around, hand wrapping around your mouth and muffling your voice. It just makes your eyes roll back. You love when he uses you, grabbing you wherever he wants. He knows you're going to cum, you don't have to warn him.

“Fuckin Viagra, my ass. Falling apart and I've been fucking you for 5. fuckin. seconds.” He grumbles breathily, punctuating the last words with harsh thrusts.

You cry out, muffled by his hand over your mouth, and give in, letting yourself cum all around his cock. It feels like heaven, pleasure coursing through you, growing more and more sensitive everywhere.

Your hole is sucking him in deeper, clenching and tightening around him, your sweet arousal dripping down to his balls as you moan into his hand.

“That's it, doll. Fuckin perfect. I've got you.” He coos, soothingly, admiring the way he's got you squirting on him with just his cock.

He doesn't slow, hips snapping into yours. He finally releases your mouth when he's sure you've ridden out your orgasm, and your breath is shaky.

“S-shit..” You stammer, out of breath, head falling as your ass bounces against him. The arm of the couch keeps you from falling forward, but that doesn't mean your face isn't smashed into the couch.

“What's wrong?” He coos, condescendingly. “Thought you could handle me. Thought I was so old.”

You breathily laugh, each thrust of his hard cock sending pleasure rippling through your body. It's almost too much, but it's perfect. He hits the perfect spot inside those spongey walls with perfect accuracy, you'd think he's blessed with some sort of heavenly ability.

“Fuck, okay, you're right.” You admit, voice cracking. “You're gonna make me cum again.”

He smiles now, a wolfish little grin.

“Oh yeah?”

That sends him into overdrive, hand gripping your hair and holding tight as he thrusts faster. Just enough to keep your head up so he can hear every beautiful little moan. He loves the way they rumble from your lips. So sweet, so fucking desperate as you get closer.

Pleasure is building in your body again, tingles from your core spreading. He'd love to stay here all day, fucking you until you cry, but you said you wanted to get rid of the damn couch and get the new one before work. So, he brings his free hand around to your clit to force you closer and closer to the edge, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of your silken walls tightening like a vice around his cock.

He feels you finally tighten up, hands gripping the couch, your moans becoming less structured and more random begs mixed with his name.

He fucks you through your orgasm, long strokes never slowing, trying to wring out every little ounce of pleasure he can, until you twitch against him and one hand weakly pushes towards his thigh.

You'd love if he could stay, fuck a few more orgasms out of you, but duty calls.

Finally, his breath catches and he pulls out, stroking his leaky cock just a couple times before he paints the plush skin of your ass with his load. He groans as he does, left hand gripping your hip. Whether that's to hold you still, or to ground himself, you're not sure.

“Y’gonna run your mouth again?” He asks.

You turn your head, peeking at him from over your shoulder.

“No. For now.” You say, smirking, and he laughs.

“You're a fuckin pervert, you know that?” His voice gets quieter as he walks to the bathroom. You're sure he's getting something to clean you up, so you just sit still and wait for him.

-God damnit. I let him slut me out on the ugly ass couch. I've lost my morals.-

Just a minute later he's back with two warm wet rags. He wipes you up with one, then the second to make sure you're cleaned up.

He fixes your panties and skirt, then slaps your ass one more time before helping you get back up, his sly smirk glued onto his face.

-Smug asshole!-

He brushes the hair from your face and then makes a little playful pouty face.

“Aw, poor girl. I messed up your makeup.”

“No!” You yell, running off to the bathroom to fix your smudged mascara.

He watches you run off, laughing to himself and shaking his head. Then, he starts to move the couch. His pretty girl gets what she wants, even if that's getting rid of his old couch.

By the time you're done with your makeup, the couch is loaded into the truck.

“I was gonna help!” You say, as Toji drinks a water bottle in the kitchen.

“Why would you do that?” He questions, looking down at himself like he's checking to make sure all his muscles are still there. “Do I look like I can't handle a couch?”

“You're going to hurt yourself trying to do everything on your own. That couch was heavy.” You scold him, from a place of love.

“Doll, carrying a couch to a truck is one of the *easiest* things my body has done.” He says, and you know he's right. It's not like he worked some office job.

“Okay, okay. Just be careful.” You relent, bouncing up to his side and wrapping an arm around his bicep.

He leads you to the truck, opening the door and helping you in.

You dispose of the couch before picking up the new one, and when you get home he brings it all in. He doesn't let you help, even tries to boast about how he could carry you in on top of the new couch if he wanted.

You're honestly not even sure that he's wrong, but you insist otherwise, instead leading him in so he doesn't knock any of your decorations down.

Once the couch is settled in your space, it looks perfect. Brand new, plush, soft, and super comfortable. Toji begrudgingly agrees that it looks better, with a roll of his eyes.

You have to work a few hours after, but it's not a crazy shift. You don't have to work, Toji has more than enough to support you, but you worked for a degree for a reason. You like the job.

It just means you enjoy your workday even more, considering Toji keeps the rest of your life pretty stress free.

He drives you to work, he picks you up, pays for everything, and never tells you no.

It's like living life as a modern day princess.

Toji picks you up right on time, with a joint in the glove box waiting. Pink papers, which became his new usual after the one time he bought them to treat you.

You really have turned his entire life into a fucking princess cartoon, and as much as he tries to act like he's not obsessed with it, you catch him smiling to himself often.

After work, you take a shower while Toji cooks something. He's never been a chef, but to keep you happy and healthy he's learned. He actually started to enjoy it.

You would've been happy to live off takeout, but honestly when you saw him smile after you'd complimented his food for the first time, you couldn't resist asking him to cook for you more often.

You come out of the shower, wearing nothing but Toji’s t-shirt and panties, plopping down at the table for dinner.

“I think you'll like this one, ma.” Toji beams.

You take the plate and perk up. It smells fucking delicious, and it tastes just as good.

“Ji, this is perfect.”

You'd think you just gave a dog a treat.

-How the fuck is this big man such a damn baby?-

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod, taking another bite happily. He finally digs in, too, and once you've both finished dinner, you sit on the patio to smoke with him.

You grab his laptop on the way out, needing to finish a couple quick things for work. As you sit in the chair on the porch, you open the laptop, and you're greeted with reservations.

-Um, the fuck? He hasn't said anything about a vacation..-

“Uh, Toji?” You question.

“Yeah, baby?” He replies, flicking the lighter and lighting the joint between his lips, cherry glowing red on the tip. Smoke curls around his face, emerald eyes hidden for a split second as it drifts upward.

“Planning a beach vacation?” You ask, brow raised, ready for the interrogation.

“Ah, shit. That's supposed to be a surprise.” He turns quickly, taking the joint from his lips and passing it to you.

“A surprise?” Shock replaces the precious skepticism, and you take the joint from his fingers.

You inhale the smoke slowly, sucking it in deep before releasing.

“Yeah…I don't know, I thought we could go for a week or so. I was gonna tell you this weekend, I managed to get you time off for it and everything!” He says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He looks a little embarrassed, a little shy.

“You got me time off work?” You pass the joint back.

“Well, I had to tell you about it so you could verify it with em. But yeah, I asked your boss. She thought I was cheesy as fuck.” He says, and you smile.

Toji Fushiguro is sitting here, telling you he felt embarrassed in front of your boss trying to get you time off for a surprise vacation. Your boss is pretty cool, and you've already brought him to a couple work events since you started, right after graduation a year ago.

He takes another puff and passes it back, waiting for your reaction.

“That's really cute, Ji. I'd love to! But, what are we celebrating?” The smoke fills the space between you two, before a breeze blows through and clears it.

His eyes are half lidded, and yours are too, closing your eyes and relaxing into your seat as you pass the joint back.

“Nothin. Us. I don't know, Doll..”

You sit up to look at him, his slightly flushed cheeks, the nerves hidden in those perfect green eyes. It's like he's waiting for rejection. You take the joint from his fingers and put it out, before climbing into his lap.

“Why do you look all scared?” You question, curling up in his lap as he wraps his arms around you.

“Tch. Scared? I don't get scared.” He protests. “Just don't want you to be mad I talked to your boss.”

You kiss his jaw.

“I'm not mad about that. I think it's cute.”

“I was a little nervous you'd say no, I guess.” His voice is a little soft, like he's holding something back.

“For a vacation??” You laugh. “I'm always down for a break at the beach, are you crazy?”

He chuckles too, smiling.

“Yeah, I shoulda known, princess.” He smirks, suddenly standing up, and shifting so he can carryyou with him. You tighten your arms around his neck and giggle.

“Toji! I can walk!”

“Now why would you do that when I'm around?” He jokes, hands cradling you as he walks inside, before flopping down onto the new couch with you still in his arms.

“This is why the old couch sank to the floor! We can't just flop onto it!” You protest, and he just laughs.

“If it breaks from that it's not strong enough, and I'll buy another one.” He says, shifting you on top of him. You're straddling him now, knees on the cushions. He looks up at you smiling, a little dazed.

“You're looking at me like you're hungry, Toji.” You point out, and he licks his lips.

“Not my fault. It's the munchies!” He slips his hands under your thighs and pulls you up, towards his mouth. “Sit on my face.”

You smirk, rolling your eyes as he slips your panties to the side.

“Toji you're so romantic you make me swoon.” You tease, not yet giving him what he wants.

“Never said I was a gentleman, Doll.” He quips, before rolling his eyes and giving in. “Alright, please let me make you cum all over my face on your new couch?”

“I don't think that's any better, but you said please…” You tease, finally sinking down and letting his waiting mouth meet your pussy.

He gets right to work, swirling his tongue around your hole, gathering that syrupy essence on his tongue before slipping it inside.

You grip the couch to hold yourself up as he drags his tongue up your slit, finding your clit and swirling.

He latches his lips around now and begins to suck, tongue swirling around until he's making out with your cunt.

He's sloppy, never caring if it soaks his face or leaves his own saliva dripping down his chin. He'd messily eat you every day, because it's heaven being buried between your thighs. Your hips grind against his face, and his big hands tighten on your thighs. He pulls you down, making sure you're practically suffocating him.

He loves it, he'd never ask you to let up, even if you restrict his breathing until he's dizzy.

Fuck, even *better when you make him dizzy. He loses himself in you, suctioning and swirling around your clit until you're a whining mess. Your sweet, delicious arousal coats his face, and he lets it, even slipping his tongue down to your hole to try to slurp up as much as he can. If he could, he'd drink it up until you're completely dry. He's addicted to you, addicted to your taste, your scent. He could live between your thighs, and he looks up at you with the most beautiful, sparkling puppydog eyes. You've never seen him more blissed out, more desperate, than when he's beneath you, grinding his face into your cunt.

You lean forward, hands flying to his hair to pull it as he flicks his tongue against your clit again, pleasure coiling in your belly.

He doesn't pull away, just grips the fat of your ass and tilt you forward a little so he can slip one of his deft digits into your pulsing walls, curling it as he sucks your clit into his mouth. It's like your poor cunt is sandwiched between pleasure, and he's so skilled he could teach a master class.

Every time you're seated on his drooling mouth, it's like a slice of heaven. A taste of true nirvana. Like his mouth is a god and you're his number one believer.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good!” You praise, voice becoming a little more whiny, a little more broken.

He hums an ‘mmhm’ into your cunt, not pulling away to reply this time, he doesn't want a single second away from your dripping cunt.

You let yourself fall apart on him, thighs trembling as you release, pleasure exploding in your body and rippling through you.

You shake, fingers pulling his hair, and he moans into you, vibrations adding to the pleasure.

He laps up every drop as you cum for him, and when you finally pull away from his mouth, poor overworked clit twitching with overstimulation, he pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth.

“Noo, I'm not done.” He protests.

You're out of breath, and already tired from a long day.

“Yes you are.” You tease.

“But I still got cottonmouth!” He argues. You just climb off of him, smiling.

“Then I'll get you something to drink.” You laugh, pulling on his hand to make him get up.

He stands, wiping his face on his shirt.

“Now your shirts gonna smell like-”

“My fuckin sexy ass woman? Yeahhh.” He smirks, slapping your ass. You roll your eyes but laugh. At least he's only a nasty freak when it comes to you. He follows you to the kitchen, and you both grab some drinks and a snack before retreating to your bedroom to watch TV.

He props himself up on the pillows, waiting for you to take your usual spot, curled up into his chest.

As you climb into bed he stops you for a kiss.

“I love you.” He murmurs.

“I love you too, Ji.” You reply, curling up against him and breathing in his scent. Nice smelling cologne and detergent and just Toji.

He flicks on the show you've been trying to finish and pulls you in close, arms strong around you.

You're still lingering a little on the surprise vacation, and mentally listing everything you'll need to pack and buy. And you know as soon as you wake up in the morning you'll need to debrief with your best friend, considering she's now engaged to Shiu, and Toji is still his best friend. You wonder if she's heard anything about this secret vacay, or if they're maybe also coming.

But for tonight, you just cuddle up to your big man, who's softened so much since he found you.

“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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