it takes you a moment to collect yourself, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. the flush under your complexion, the desire in your eyes and the soft glow of your skin renews the gentle part of his love for you and softens his voice. his fingers loosen subconsciously, and he strokes at the necklace adorning your neck with his thumb, the one that bears your initial and his.

“blue,” you breathe out.

his eyes widen, and he dips down to brush his lips against your nose, then peck your lips gently. but as usual the first kiss is not enough - he’s addicted to the taste of your lips - and he kisses you again. sucking at your tongue, he leans his weight against you more, the pressure leaving you again breathless, but in a different way. his hand pulls your leg to wrap around his waist, as the other shifts up from your neck to cup your jaw.

more. more.

shoto steals your breath away again and again with his kiss. your head swims in pleasure as does his, and all he can think is -

demon!kyojuro rengoku who doesn't recognize you until he smells you, you scent wakes something on him, his pupils getting smaller and his brows twitching. His minds goes fast but his senses faster, he keeps smelling you, trying to get closer to you but you step back every time he steps closer.

demon!kyojuro rengoku doesn't remember you, at all. Not all your young years together, courting you and promising to marry you when you were older. He looks like a completely different person, with his fangs and even darker hair. His eyes aren't the eyes of the boy you once loved, they were the eyes of a killer. Of an animal.

demon!kyojuro rengoku whose breathing gets faster because he needs to get closer to you, he needs it. He doesn't know why, his brain isn't processing his needs, but he wants to see you better in the night.

demon!kyojuro rengoku who circles you slowly now, your scent is everywhere, wrapping around him, pulling at threads he cannot name. He doesn't speak your name, but something in him hungers to taste it on the air. His claws flex at his sides as he leans in closer despite how you keep retreating. Every step you take back only makes his golden eyes burn hotter in the dark.

You had been kissing Kyojuro for what felt like forever, but it was only your second time doing this with him. The first had been sweet and a little clumsy, full of nervous laughter and gentle touches. Tonight though,every brush of his lips against yours sent sparks racing down your spine.

His hands rested respectfully on your waist at first, Kyojuro kissed with his whole heart, the way he did everything. His mouth moved against yours slowly, then deeper, tasting faintly of the sweet buns you had shared earlier. You could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the way his breathing grew a little rougher with each passing minute. Your fingers threaded through his bright hair, tugging lightly and he made this soft sound in the back of his throat that made your stomach flutter.

You shifted closer without really thinking, craving more of his warmth. Kyojuro’s arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between your bodies. His kisses turned hungrier, you smiled against his lips because it was so him. Passionate, earnest and never holding anything back.

“Mm…” you whispered softly, breaking the kiss just enough to catch your breath. Your forehead rested against his, you could see the way his golden eyes had darkened with want.

Scream for Choso’s cream

cw: explicit, creampie obvi, how Cho deals w his loud girl especially when he’s got a thick huge cock.

Choso is quiet and reserved but when his girl is moaning, whimpering, and straight-up yelling his name loud enough to rattle the walls, he doesn’t try to shut her up. It’s his favorite fuckin’ thing.

“Missed you,” you whispered, already grinding against the front of his pants like you hadn’t been texting him filthy shit all afternoon.

Choso’s large hands settled on your bare ass, squeezing once as he walked you backward toward the bed. “No panties? Does that mean you’re gonna be loud again tonight, baby?”

You grinned against his neck. “Mhm, probably.”

He exhaled through his nose, half sigh, half defeated groan. “You always are.”

He picked you up, tossed you onto the bed, and followed as he shoved down his sweats. Strong thighs spread yours wide as he settled between them, one hand guiding that fat cockhead up and down your soaked slit. You rocked up against it shamelessly, a needy little whimper slipping out before you could stop it. “Already?” His voice was amused, but the way his fingers dug into your hips said he was just as impatient.

The first push in had you moaning immediately, “Choso—oh my god, it’s too much—fuck—!”

He bottoms out with a grunt, hips flush against you as your back arches hard, nails digging into his shoulders as you moaned loud enough for the neighbors to probably hear.

Choso’s dark eyes flicked to your face, fuck, he loved how you looked when he filled you and he loved testing how loud he could get you. He gave one experimental thrust, hard and deep, and you screamed, “Shit—yes—right there, baby—don’t stop—!”

Another thrust. Another loud, shameless moan. His hand slid up, covering your mouth gently, palm pressing over your lips as he started a steady, punishing rhythm. “Mmmph—!”

“Quiet,” he murmured, voice rough as his hips snap forward so hard his heavy balls slap against you. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

You moaned louder against his hand, eyes rolling back as he pounded you. The sound of his thick cock driving into your dripping pussy filled the room alongside your muffled cries.

Choso leaned down, mouth against your ear. “You never shut up when I fuck you like this. Always screaming for my cock.” His hips rolled, grinding deep, stirring you up. “Shit-t baby I love you so much.”

You bit his palm making him hiss but didn’t pull away. Instead he fucked you harder, bed creaking dangerously, one hand still muffling your obscene noises while the other pinned your thigh higher. Your muffled screams vibrated against his skin as tears of pleasure slipped from the corners of your eyes.

Choso watched every second of how you took every inch of his massive cock. “Mmmph—! Mmm—!” Your cries were still loud as hell even muffled, vibrating through his hand as your pussy gushed around him.

He suddenly pulled his hand off your mouth just long enough to shove two thick fingers past your lips instead. “Here suck, baby.”

You moaned around them instantly, sucking greedily as he kept railing you, “F-fuck, good girl,” he muttered. “Shit—baby, you’re s-so loud… ah—!” A groan slipped out of him as your pussy fluttered and squeezed his thick cock. He leaned down closer, forehead pressed to yours, dark hair falling into his eyes. “You gotta—ngh—be quieter. Please. I’m trying to—fuck—keep us from getting evicted.”

“Tengen, focus! She’s going to arrive and we have nothing prepared!” Kyojuro pushes his husband’s face out of his cheek for the third time in a row. While he is steaming the buns and chopping the vegetables, Tengen only wraps his arms around his waist, tickling his neck with kisses. 

“We still have like, twenty minutes until our gorgeous wife arrives. That’s enough to have you prepared for her,” Tengen whispers really close to Kyojuro’s ear, trying to sound suggestive and fun, but only making him roll his eyes. 

“I want the food prepared, Tengen. You know she’s been having a hard time at her work, I just want to surprise her with a nice dinner for once,” he pouted, looking back at the white-haired man. 

Tengen bites the inside of his cheek because his husband is right. These last few days you arrived later than ever, a tired smile and no appetite, going straight to bed after giving a kiss on each of your husband’s cheeks. 

it's exactly five AM when shoto's alarm clock goes off. it takes his body half a second to react, thumb slamming down on the dismiss button hastily before he lets out a steadying breath, turning slowly to where you were tucked into his side, fast asleep. he reaches forward automatically to move a stray strand of hair that had fallen on your face to confirm you're still asleep before carefully untangling his limbs from your own and getting out of bed

you shift almost immediately at the sudden loss of warmth, with a small, involuntarily whine getting caught in the back of your throat as you search for him subconsciously in your sleep. shoto's surprised you can even sense he's not in bed anymore, and his eyes flit around in rising panic before he quickly grabs his pillow and nudges it in your direction. using his quirk, he warms the fabric with the palm of his hand in an attempt to replicate his usual body heat you cling to so adamantly—and you take the bait, pulling the plush pillow close to your chest as your limbs go slack once again.

shoto feels a sudden surge of affection at the sight of you—the barely perceptible pout on your lips and the way you look so peaceful sleeping in one of his old UA t-shirts has him feeling like he was being warmed from the inside out. he leans down to place a gentle kiss onto your temple, lips brushing against your hairline and brow bone as he places a handful more before pulling away, adjusting the blanket around you to ensure you sleep peacefully for the next hour. he leaves your shared bedroom with the door clicking close behind him and heads straight towards the kitchen.

shoto pulls open the refrigerator door and carefully takes out the bowl of pancake batter he'd prepared the night before and sneakily tucked into the back of the fridge before he turns on the stove a moment later.

today was your birthday, your first with shoto, and he'd spent more hours than he could count reading articles about what couples should do for eachother on their special day—had been obsessing over the day dedciated especially for you and silently looking forward to this morning for ages, and now, it had finally come.

he moves through all the ingredients as the gentle aroma of breakfast soon fills the air. the quiet sizzling of flipping pancakes and the slashes of his knife chopping up different colorful and fresh fruits are all pieces weaved intricately into becoming part of the perfect breakfast in bed for you to start your day with.

shoto works meticulously with brows pinched in concentration as he carefully arranges your breakfast. after he adds all the finishing touches to your plate, he places all the food on a tray before he walks over to your bedroom. balancing the tray in one hand, he opens the door carefully with his other before stepping inside

it's nearing seven AM now, and you've just begun to rouse from your slumber. carefully, shoto places the tray of food down on the bedside table before he crawls into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he picks you up easily, maneuvering you until your body is draped over top of his own

you let out a small hum of confusion, arms encircling his body instinctively as your eyes blink open tiredly. shoto cards a hand through your hair, using his grip on your head to gently tilt your head upwards and place a gentle peck onto your mouth

your eyes widen a bit in realization, and you quickly shift to sit up as you send shoto a sleepy grin—he blinks back in response, rounded gaze watching you rub away the sleep from your eyes as you make yourself comfortable in his lap

"morning sho'," you giggle, and shoto places a hand on your back with a soft look in his eyes

"good morning... and happy birthday. i made you breakfast in bed."

your eyes widen in surprise at his words before your gaze snaps towards the tray resting on the bedside table beside you two. you let out a loud gasp, and shoto smiles as you clamber out of his lap and towards the tray with so much enthusiasm that he has to take the tray from your hands and place it on the bed himself so you don't accidentally knock it over

"oh my—sho, this is—this is so sweet! oh, baby, did you make smiley faces on the pancakes? hearts too? oh, this is so well made!" you beam with shining eyes, and shoto nods with a hum

"i saw you saved some breakfast ideas like this to your pinterest board. i also watched some youtube videos and got some practice rounds in before this morning so i knew they'd come out well. i hope you don't mind eating in bed, but i thought it would be nice. there was an article i remember reading that said breakfast in bed is a romantic gesture for lovers, so... i can feed you too, if you'd like. and we'll both get dressed afterwards so i can take you for a walk. just us, okay? we'll go to your favorite ice cream shop and i can give you your presents when we..."

shoto trails off when he sees the look on your face, and his lips immediately morph into a frown as he shifts forward to hold your face

"what's wrong? why are you crying? i... we can eat in the kitchen if you don't want to get crumbs on the bed—"

you let out a sudden cry, and shoto physically flinches from surprise before he's by your side in an instant, pulling you into his arms as he pats your head in an attempt to soothe your wails. he's so confused and doesn't know what else to do, but then he hears you laugh, watery and soft against his chest, and he relaxes a bit, albeit still very baffled.

"this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, sho'." you confess with sniffle and wobbly smile, and shoto stares down at you with wide, unblinking eyes before nodding slowly

"i'm... i'm happy you liked the gesture, love."

you laugh, sudden and bright—and shoto feels dizzy when you kiss him, feels dizzy when you hold him so tenderly that he can't help but melt underneath the hold of your delicate fingers and loving touch

"this birthday present is gonna be hard to beat once your day rolls around!" you muse once you pull away, playing with the ruby and ivory tufts of hair at the base of shoto's neck before he smiles softly

you are completely undressed while he remains fully clothed. your clear and obvious arousal trails on his garments. straddling his lap. cumming over and over again.

and he looks soooooooo indifferent. practically rolling his eyes at how easy it is to make you cum. he is not even doing anything - flexing occasionally, arching his hips now and then. his hands graze the sides of your torso, but it is all your own work that is getting you off. desperate thirst - you are immune to the aches that come from hours of riding him. no pain, only pleasure as you shred your most sensitive spots along his solid muscle.

the window between your orgasms continues to shrink, yet the climactic euphoria grows sweeter and sweeter. the moments that you manage to peek past your overstimulated squint, his eyes are simultaneously dead and enamored. is his lip its typical flat or is there a hint of a smirk? impossible to tell with the haze in your vision. past the blare of your own moans and cries, you catch both disinterested sighs and humiliating praise.

Tiny waist.