Princess

The burning pain is so concentrated, it's too overwhelming to focus on anything else. He told you to breathe through your nose and relax your body, but it seems your body is at odds with those very instructions.

It feels as if he’s ripping you open from the center, no pleasure laced with the pain despite how he rubs your clit in perfect circles with his thumb.

After a moment, the pain disappears; left in its place is only an ebb of pain as evidence that he was there at all.

Something warm and wet bumps against your clit, making your thighs twitch involuntarily. It soothes the ache, making your inner muscles clench around nothing in anticipation.

You look between your legs to find Toji rubbing his swollen cock head against your clit in circles. The veins in his hands press against his skin from beneath, making your mouth water.

“You’re still too tight,” he says, his dark, low-lidded eyes on yours. “Gotta loosen up for me.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as warmth creeps up your neck. “You’re too big,” you scold. “It isn’t my fault. That thing is a monster.”

He smirks, raising a brow before thrusting his hips so his cock rubs upwards against your most sensitive spot in a repetitive sliding motion that makes your head spin. He glances down for a moment before spitting on your cunt, his saliva landing just above your opening. “I worked you open. Made you cum twice with my fingers and tongue.” He slaps his cock against your pussy a few times, his amusement growing at the sound and sight of your arousal sticking to his cock head.

He starts humping your pussy, sliding his cock between your cunt while bumping your clit with each thrust. The sensation completely erases the prior discomfort from before as pleasure seeps into your body, making you dizzy.

“It's still not…” Your eyes flutter, and your lips part as your legs tighten around his waist.

“Hmm?” Toji leans over you, grabbing your jaw with one hand while bracing his weight on the mattress beside you. “Still not what?” he prompts.

Your gasps turn breathy as the pleasure slowly leaks into your stomach. The warmth blossoms like a flower spreading its petals, becoming an all-encompassing bliss you can hardly think through. “Fuck, Toji,” You gasp. “Oh, fuck.”

He hisses through his teeth before biting his lip and glancing between the two of you to watch how his cock rubs against your pussy. His head appears from between your lips with each thrust, shining with your conjoined arousal. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”

He glances back up at you. Squishing your cheeks together, he leans down until your lips are nearly touching. “Gonna cum like this? Hm? While I fuck that sore little clit?”

“Oh my—” Your nails dig into his back. Your hips begin to match his rhythm, thrusting up in time with his movements. “Yes. Yes. Shit, Toji. That feels so good.”

He releases a sound half between a sigh and a groan before he presses his lips to yours with urgency. He wastes no time in gently introducing his tongue and rather forces his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your jaw with his fingers.

Your moans get lost in the kiss, mingling with his as his throat becomes more frantic. He’s grunting into the sloppy kiss, his breath tickling your cheeks.

He breaks the kiss to moan against your lips. His eyes roll back in his head. “Mmm—” His cheeks are flushed red with arousal. “I’ll fuck you another day,” he groans. “I need to shoot all over this pretty cunt.”

“M-hmm,” you agree while your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. “Please. Oh god. I’m so close, Toji.”

The noise he releases is so raw and honest that it makes the heat shoot through your entire body. He keeps fucking his cock right where you need it, rubbing your clit over and over again so perfectly. Your nails dig into his back harder as your back arches.

Toji groans in response, his hips canting in reaction to the pain. “Mean fucking hands, baby,” he groans, biting his lip. “Harder. I wanna see it tomorrow.”

The tips of your fingers go numb from how hard you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. Your body tenses, dragging your fingers upwards and leaving angry red marks in their wake. Distantly, somewhere in your semi-conscious mind, you feel a trickle of wetness against his skin.

“More p-pressure, Toji,” you gasp. “I’m right there. ‘m right there, please—”

Toji reaches between you and presses on his shaft, increasing the pressure of his cock against your clit. He leans down by your neck and pulls your lobe into his mouth with his teeth, biting teasingly before sucking to ease the pain. “Let me feel that tight pussy cum for me.”

Your mind splinters with the power of your orgasm. You cry out into the room, your abdomen jerking repeatedly as the tension inside you snaps. “Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-” You repeat the curse as a mantra as he works your orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb against the head of his dick right over your clit.

Toji grits his teeth and groans before pulling back his cock and aiming it at your cunt. His eyes are downwards at your pussy as the first rope of cum shoots from his dick, landing over your pussy in an obscene show of his satisfaction.

His eyes roll with every wave of his release, the tips of his ears burning red.

You catch your breath and run your arms down his biceps, soothing his tense muscles in long strokes as the last of his orgasm flows out of him.

“You made a mess,” you tease through a smile, looking down at where his cum is splattered all over the outside of your cunt and lower stomach. You can feel him dripping down your ass and know he must’ve made an even worse mess that you can’t see.

Toji grunts, wiping the head of his softening cock through said mess before pressing the head to your opening.

You grit your teeth at the soreness of his earlier attempts.

“Yeah,” he grunts hoarsely. “A very pretty mess.” He doesn’t attempt to push into your opening, just teases you there, but it’s enough to make you tighten up in anticipation—something Toji feels that makes a smirk dimple the corners of his lips. His pleasure-droopy eyes look up to find yours knowingly.

“Shut up and get off me,” you groan, pushing at his bare abdomen.

“All this and you’re still scared to take me in here,” he chuckles.

You tuck your legs to your chest and attempt to roll out from under him, but his massive body doesn’t allow it. Your gaze snaps to his with a pout.

Instead of deterring him, his smile only grows. He pinches your cheek condescendingly, eyes darting across your face. “No one should look so unhappy after coming so many times and so hard.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you say, but the words are slurred, courtesy of the massive bastard holding your cheek hostage. “I need to stop fucking you.”

He gives you a knowing look.

“I said I need to,” you emphasize. “Not that I will. Because I am very, very stupid.”

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Yeahh let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

“Please, I..” There’s a whimpering. A squelching. “Please stop, I… God I’m-…m’ gonna cum…”

There’s a distinct wet noise coming from the lounge as Hajime creeps forward, like slurping. Muffled hums and airy little whimpers that make his face hot. He knows what he’s doing. Knows he shouldn’t be doing it, at least this early into stealing you. But still, that doesn’t keep his jaw from clenching at what he finds as he reaches the doorway.

Anything he could see is obscured by Tooru’s head, but your legs are wide and just above his shoulders - and it’s his hands keeping them that way. Above him frayed bra straps fall down bitten shoulders, cups messily hung over your chest from rough fondling and even rougher shades of purple. Of a necklace of claim that keeps up your neck and stops right below your jaw - below swollen lips, glossy and bitten; and tears that drop off the side of your cheeks like glitters. He’s not stupid. He knows why the boss has such an obsession with you, he knows how pretty you are, how hard to resist. But the way you look now, eyes glossed over in a mix of ecstasy and confusion, panic and maybe even refusal. - He feels envious. Feels like he’d pay money to be where his boss is kneeling right now.

You finally find the strength to reach out to Tooru when Hajime catches your eye, fingers dazedly carding through his hair in an effort to stop him but he only moans in response.

“You have’ta stop…!” And it’s cut off by a moan that makes Haji’s fingers nearly break through the paper he’s holding. “Someone’s…mh- here…”

Tooru gets a few more licks in before he’s turning around, and Hajime gets a peek when he does.

You look appetizing.

“Hm? Oh.” He looks dazed, nearly as out of it as you do. “Leave it on the couch over there. I’ll get to it later.”

He’s already turning to dig in again when Hajime speaks up. “Are you sure… you should be doing that,” He nearly sputters. “So soon, I mean.”

Tooru looks at him blankly for a long second before fixing his expression with a smile.

It’s never a good thing to see him react like that.

Hajime redistributes the weight in his feet as Tooru goes back in again. Wet sounds of gluttonous slurping and smacking gives way to the hand reaching to spread you open, leaving room for him to lave you up and slide a finger - and then another inside. The sound you make in response nearly has him cumming in his pants and he’s sure Tooru, from so up close, isn’t faring any better.

Tooru pulls away again, this time not looking in his friend's direction. “What’s our good friend’s name, baby?”

“I don’t… please… don’t make me-“

“Come on, princess. What is it?”

His voice is warm and sweet, nearly enough to make the man standing at the far side of the room feel overstimulated. You croon at the sound of his voice, struggle a little and then crack! And when you do, moaning so prettily for the two of them; Hajime can barely stop himself from letting his eyes roll into his head.

It’s a broken gasp, sinfully. “Hajime..”

“Good girl.” Tooru’s voice is muffled when he asks again. “Say it again?”

“Ha-…Hajime!” You’re cumming. “Hajime!” You’re cumming.

Tooru groans as he eases you down with his mouth and fingers. Slowly pumping in and out as he lazily flattens his tongue up and down your clit until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

He breathes it out like it’s gospel. “God you’re so fucking hot.” Tooru nuzzles himself into your thigh. “I think I’m in love.”

Hajime didn’t even notice he’d started palming himself by the time Tooru finally stands to his feet. Dipping down to pull you in a deep kiss as he directs your hand to the erection straining against his thigh. You’re looking up at him like he’s god. Like you’re not even there. And a few more tears fall as the sound of his zipper cuts through the room.

Tooru looks back at Hajime and smirks, a friendly little thing that’s too innocent for what he’s about to say.

“There,” He pulls himself out of his pants. “It’s like we broke her in together.”

Ex-Husband Izuku Midoriya with a chubby reader! who's been divorced from each other for over 4 and a half years yet that never stops him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” They both awkwardly greeted one another.

“Thank you for agreeing to watch them tonight, I wasn't sure if you were working late again…” She shyly mentioned, fiddling with the long trench coat she was wearing, staring everywhere besides her ex-husband's tired gaze.

Izuku Mirdoriya, her ex-husband had grown so well since UA, sporting a much kept tame curly top, his whole body still kept in shape buffed up and so much taller (That no matter how tall you are he’s taller than you 😆). His freckles still were prominent on his cheeks, and the once innocent appeal was now tired and gloomy that he couldn't hide from her.

Izuku ran his fingers through his thick green locks while taking a step closer to her. The lighting that shine through the living room made her eyeshines and gave him a glimpse of her dolled up face, serving a look that was equivalent to a loving warm tone.

“They are my kids. I’ll always make time for them…” He reassured, pressing his lips together while shyly looking away before continuing, “...and you.”

Izuku cleared his throat, glancing back at her as he crossed his strong scarred arms across his broad chest. “J-Just because of our circumstances doesn't change a thing.”

Shyly she nodded averting his gaze while clutching her purse, chills ran through her body from how smooth his voice sounded. It’s one of the things she found most attractive about her ex-husband. Missing dearly his morning voice which was so deep and raspy.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to balance herself on these unbearable high heels, hoping that her ex-husband won't notice.

It’s not that she wasn't in love with her Izuku, trust me the relationship was filled with love; she was still in love with him and he was still in love with her. The thing is, by being the #1 hero his work took up a lot of his time, basically a whole 24/7 job which he couldn't give to her or to Riku and Hana.

And she got sick of it, wanting, needing, and craving physical touch and her man's attention yet couldn't get. Spending a number of nights alone in their bed, wondering if he had forgotten about them and if he was safe. She couldn't bear it even though she convinced herself that she could handle being a wife to a man whose job threatened his life daily.

But sadly, she couldn’t handle it anymore, and with no surprise filed for divorce, handing the papers to Midoriya who wasn't expecting this, yet didn't complain, only quietly signing the paper with certain terms. Ouch…

She kept the house and he gets to see the kids whenever he wants. And that meant this occasion.

Since Izuku knew he couldn't be there all the time Izuku couldn't help himself from secretly telling his son to at any means not allow his mother to be with any other man. But in a simpler way which his son could understand, going as far as telling him to just give them his father's phone number. And his son did exactly that, one time having a random cashier wave him down as his mom was grabbing the bags, asking for the boy's mother number which he nodded while giving the man a phone number before walking with his mom as a smile spreads on his face as he chuckles to himself. Bless this man who calls the number. What he expected to hear was the sweet angelic voice from the curvy beauty at the grocery store but was shocked to hear a tired grunted voice, “Hello?”

“Uh, hey I don't know if you remember me, but I was the cashier who checked you out. It’s Hitori if you forgot, I saw you with your kid (Cute kid btw) and I was wondering…If you'd like to go out with me?” The man tried to sound confident however the longer he was speaking and silence on the other end it made him nervous and babble his whole speech. Until hearing a man chuckle from the other line. “Hate to break it to you pal, but she’s taken, happily married.” The man was shocked from hearing the man from the other side.

“I-I don't believe you! She wasn't wearing a ring. Do you honestly leave your wife going out without her ring on? Such a noob move, man.”

“That doesn't worry me cuz guess who's dick be buried deep in her nice and tight pussy. Hm~ Me.”

“-Tsk I-I don't believe you!”

“Zuzu, who are you talking to?” The angelic voice the cashier heard was in the background.

“No one, baby.” The man said to the curvy beauty before saying, “I’ll let you go. Don't call me or talk to my wife while she goes grocery shopping ever again. I won't hesitate to find you. Bye!” He cheerful says with a hint of fakeness at the end before hanging up. Can’t be having his curvy wife know what he’s been doing to sabotage her love life.

“Don't call me that! Anyway…who were you talking to?” She asks, trying to cover her nightgown with her robe since her ex-husband seems to enjoy coming inside her home and sleeping on the couch after his very late night shifts.

“No one...Why? Jealous? Don't worry, Baby I only have eyes on you.” He smile, chuckling when she whacked him with a pillow and left upstairs.

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“How was your day, bud?” Izuku questions the seven-year-old while placing the baby bag on the ground before sitting on the couch with his two-year-old daughter Hana in his arm.

“It was fun! Aunt Mimi (Mina) came with Kenta and we were playing.”

“Oh? That’s nice. How is mommy?”

“Bleh, she was talking to Mimi, about a date she's going to.”

That perks Deku’s interest.

A date?

With who?

Why didn't he get the memo?

And so it dawns on him, ‘So that's why she was looking so ravishing tonight.’

Wearing a long coat so he couldn't see what she was wearing (‘cause he would have known if so), which was most likely a dress that showed all her full-figured.

And Mina knew about this? No worries though ‘cause he doesn't plan on having his Mama pup too loose from the chain thinking she could be fucking any other guy but him.

“Alright, let's get yours and Hana pajamas on to watch this movie you want to watch.” Izuku smiles, taking the hyperactive kids to change, with a mental reminder that he needs to make a call.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey Ashido. Listen, I need a favor.”

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He was in disgust with the way she was staring at the man seated across from her, tucking a piece of hair while batting those dow-eyes of her, so she could look cute.

And the outfit? Completely different from what she wore when bringing the kids instead of the long trench coat she was wearing before, she now wore a form-fitting dress that shows exactly what he knew would show, her fucking body that he desperately miss and wants to hold in every way.

He couldn't take it.

“Z-Zuku? What are you doing here?” She was shocked to see him, towering over them with his baggy grey sweat pants and white shirt that was definitely not appropriate for the fancy place she was at. Which made certain people stare at reason. Those pretty emerald green eyes of his that were once tired and depressed have now darken by anger, while looming over her date.

“While I’m taking care of our kids you're playing with this...” Midoriya held his tongue as his jaw clenched.

“Wait, kids?”

She couldn't believe he was putting her on blast as though what she was doing was wrong. It wasn't like she was hiding that she was a mother, it just wasn't brought up since it's barely been a solid forty-five minutes since they got there. Their food hasn't even come out yet.

“Izuku…” She quietly said, trying to calm her ex-husband down.

“I see you got rid of the long coat, what happen? Got too hot?”

Izuku was pissed, far beyond it that he had his arms crossed and shift his gaze at the stargaze man who was staring right back at him, too shock and what seems to be fanboying over him, while she was scared for the poor man's life.

“You must love married women if you're here with my wife.”

“-Enough Izuku!”

Suddenly noticing around them, she sees the whole restaurant staring at the commotion.

“What's going on?”

“Is she cheating on him?”

“Woah! Pro-hero Deku!”

“Embarrassing…”

Quickly she stands, “I’ll be right back!”

She smiles towards her date before turning and grabbing Izuku’s wrist with an angry expression while pulling him away before he could pounce on the poor man.

They headed near the restroom area to have some privacy.

Leaning against the wall, he bitterly said, “You moved on quite easily.” Nodding his head towards where they came from.

“I can't believe you, Izuku! That was the most humiliating thing that happened to me.” She angrily said with a flushed demeanor.

“You know none of this would be a problem if we try again and you let me move back into our house.”

“Don't make that an issue when it isn't.” There were people hastily trying to get away from the bickering ex-couple, arguing back and forth with each other for a good few minutes.

"Did you screw him?" Her eyes widened, surprised by his unexpected outbursts. "I ask you a question… Did that guy fuck that fat pussy?" He took a step forward, as she took a step back, caught off guard by his calm and collected manner.

He'd never spoken with such firmness and authority before.

Damn was that hot.

Her body was suddenly pressed against a wall she had no clue was behind her, taking advantage of the situation, Izuku traps her hands over her head with one of his own while the other caress her chin. "Ah, Zuku..." she whined.

"Answer the question." He murmurs raspily, fanning his breath over her ear then nipping at her earlobe.

"No," She finally answers, murmuring meekly while shaking her head, with those innocent, naive, dreamlike eyes of hers.

"I told you I-I’m not ready for that…" There's nothing to lie about, despite the fact that she's more than ready for it, just not with someone else.

"Such a good girl." He praises. Tracing her luscious lips with his thumb he smirks while pressing his thumb between her lips, obediently sucking on the thumb ever so longingly as a chill runs through her back. "It seems you’ve forgotten how good I make you feel." When she stared into his eyes, she saw how dark they had gotten, wild and fierce.

She broke away from her trance, urgently trying to pull away from his well built chest, knowing that if she persisted, her body would give in to the heap of desires sparking through them.

The mere thought of them making love made her heart race and her cunt tingle. How sex with her ex-husband was the best she experienced. The sensual kisses and the caresses he’d give her body just the unconditional attention and love that she deserve.

He turned his gaze next to her before staring back at her and pulls away, taking her by the arm and dragging her inside the ladies' room, to the handicap toilet, slamming the door behind them (but not close...).

"You're such an annoying woman. Pushing all my buttons and claiming you don't need me for anything, yet every time I fight back, you seem to enjoy it. Craving for my dick. You're such a spoiled brat who loves being mistreated." Izuku tears her dress collar, stretching the gorgeous dress that he actually bought her for an anniversary; just seeing her wear it for another guy just infuriated him.

"No…" She moans as his warm tongue wraps around her erect nipple while having her other nipple being pinched and played with by that enormous hand of his as she lazily tries to push away from him. Subconsciously she knew what he said was true, how she loves when he chases after her. It was one of her toxic traits.

She threw her arm around his neck as he hunched over, fingers running through his hair as Izuku fondled her breast while nursing on the other.

“Ah yes.” She missed this feeling, miss the way his eyes would slowly become a lustful daze.

“See you want this more than me. Admit it, Mama. It’s ok, Daddy misses this too~” He mutters between sucking her tits, waiting for her reply but was only met with her shyly shaking her head, making Izuku pull away with a sigh.

“Kya!” She quickly covers her mouth, as she feels his face go beneath her dress. Izuku sniffed her arousal as he flicked his tongue in her gaping hole, just the tip only.

Hands ravishing her body, arms wrapped around her waist and over her ass to cup them, forced her close to him, to finally stuff his tongue down in her greedy hole with his nose pressed against her clit.

“Izuku!” She whimpers out. “W-We can’t!” She stutters out, clinging to his shoulder while trying to push him away, despite knowing his strength.

God, just the smell of his manly scent made her go mad.

“I’m on a date!”

“You were on a date, now you're with me.” His raspy voice says smiling at her lovingly before leaning close to his meal. Spreading her lower lips to see her arousal trickling down to the ground. “You're so wet, here let me help.” He breathes out, in a daze with his tongue hanging out. He buried his tongue much deeper inside her, darting in and out of her wet and warm walls, his nose just constantly nudging against her clit as he ate her out, hands keeping a firm grip on her thighs to keep her from closing them or to leave from her seat that was his face. Slowly leading the two of them to be lost in each other's feeling within seconds, his feral grunts and her sweet whimpers as she moaned his name.

"You're not fair, cheating me into doing this when I should be moving on." The luxurious sensation of his pecs, collar, and shoulders under her, like if she were on a throne made her flush. As she tries to free herself by grinding her hips to the best of her abilities, she gives up when struck with pleasure from his tongue, the soft and wet muscle that sucks on her clit to keep her in submission.

"I'm the only one who can make you cum." He emphasized flicking the bud before spitting on it and gulping it down.

"You’re the one who wanted to get a divorce. I didn't." Her loud yelps gradually turned to gentle moans, as she felt severe slaps against her bare ass. To the touch, Izuku could feel the heat her ass had endure.

"Well... You didn't complain or fight to keep m-me, to keep us." She cried out, just trying not to fall off his face at this point.

"Believe me, I regret it." He grunts out, the vibration from his growls sending waves of pleasure through her lower part and wobbly knees. She tried standing up as straight as she could with Zuku’s long tongue following along, thrusting in and out of her as she tried to shove him away again but this time by his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge.

If anything he firmly tighten his grip on her thighs and stood up, tongue still buried deep within her, diving much further while leaning them against the wall behind them. In a panic she desperately tried to hold onto something so she wouldn't fall and break her neck, but the only support being was her ex-husband's muscular shoulders and his green locks.

She silently cries while leaning her head back as she arches her back from his harsh sucking.

"Zuku, too much.” She sluggishly said this while running her fingers through his hair, causing him to moan.

“Eep!”

Suddenly her head shot up when she heard a surprised gasp towards the open door of the bathroom. Seeing not one, two, or three, but a swarm of women standing there staring at her in disbelief, some stared through the mirror reflection with stunned faces, wondering what they are witnessing, and others who actually seems to be enjoying they saw. I mean, it's not every day you see the #1 pro hero eating someone out.

"Nho... P-Please look away!" She squeals and sobs out, instinctively wrapping her thighs around his head and nestling in closer to Izuku's body, pulling on his hair to conceal herself. While using her other hand to shoo the group of ladies to leave the embarrassing scene.

Honestly Izuku didn't seem to mind, glancing at the group of ladies who continued to stare at them before smirking and winking at them before turning back.

“Hiya!” He flattens his tongue, licking a strap from the fluttering hole to the throbbing hood of nerves, shooting waves of pleasure through her trembling form. He misses his baby pussy, addicted to laving the bead with his slick muscle to then suck the poor thing as she fought to push away from his greedy mouth that just kept latching on as he held her in place.

Not once does Izuku need to use his fingers (Besides helping spread her sopping lips), just never made a difference in his opinion. Just the feeling of nips, flicks, and kisses bestowed by his lips and tongue with nudges from his nose had her cumming so hard almost as hard as his beefy fat cock stuffed inside her.

Almost.

“Ah, Yes!” She cried out, the knot that slowly formed inside her snapped making her shudder and her back arch in the most awkward way with how confine it was as she felt more then cum come out, feeling the warm liquid go down on Izuku’s face. Though that seemed to trigger the pro-hero, hearing sweet pants and whines ripple through his throat. He was more then ready to go again, now wanting to witnessed many more times her pussy contract but on something else.

Just the thought of his woman marking her territory on her man’s face was getting this man so undoubtedly aroused that he was desperately relying on the limited space within his pants to get off, erratically bucking his hips against the wall he was holding her against as he pulled away from her twitching mess of a clit and the gaping hole desperately trying to feel the man in front of her.

Once finished he takes a step back, denying his throbbing cock, Izuku gracefully puts her down while help lower the hem of her dress as she supports herself against him. Glancing up to her ex-husband's face seeing he didn't bother wiping his chin from her fluids.

“C-Clean your face.” She stutters out as she frantically goes to leave his side until feeling Izuku takes a hold of her hands, moving his face close to her.

“Ok. Lick it.”

“Excuse me!” She whisper-shouted flabbergasted by his demand. “You're insane.” She tried to free her hands despite Izuku's firm grip on her.

“You're not leaving here until you lick your filth off my face. What's the matter? Embarrassed by the crowd? Too bad no one told you to be such a messy slut dating such a loser.” Her body began to heat up, loving this side of Izuku, not once has he raised his voice at her or speak to her in such filthy way, it seems Izuku finally has enough of her antics and took it upon himself to be the one in charge for once.

“Uh…I’ll do it if she doesn't want to.” Some woman shyly said.

“Y-Yeah me too.” Another added.

Soon the bathroom was filled with lustful cries and begs that wanted to be the one who licked or even just be acknowledged by the pro-hero. Causing jealousy to slowly seep through her, “Hey! Go find your own man!”

Going on her tippy toes, she licks Izuku’s face sloppily, tasting her fluid from his chin to his parted lips were she traces them before wrapping her tongue around his own having a full-on makeout session. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he signals her to jump in his arms to deepen it, making some ladies whine and whimper to have the same attention.

“Hmph! T-That’s enough. I did what you said so leave me alone.” She finally breaks free, pulling away when she felt Izuku rubbing his hard-on over her cloth folds. She wipes her lip, breaking the trail of saliva that connected their tongues while turning away from her ex-husband's lustful gaze, however, he kept hold of her wrist bringing her curvy form back next to him with just a tug.

“I don't think so Mama pup.”

“What are you…H-hey!” He dragged her out of the lady's room, walking past the dining area and out the front doors.

“Izuku, I can't just leave. My date is still waiting for me…” She shyly said nudging his hand while coming to a halt, glancing back to the dining hall where they came from.

“You’re seriously trying to go back to that man after being tongue fuck by your husband? You must be a more desperate whore than I thought.” He chuckles darkly.

“That’s not true.”

“-Tsk come with me or your date could be the one I take my pent-up frustration on. Which is it?” He narrowed his eyes, keeping a stronghold on her hand.

She wasn't trying to go back to that man, God please forgive her but she wants her baby daddy more than some random guy who was scared to even speak back to Izuku.

All she wants is her man's attention even if it wasn't intentional.

She was just too needy to say no to him, just giving a simple nod as he continued to drag her into her car passenger seat as he went to the driver's side. Having something much sinister in mind then rush home. I mean he is still punishing you, he just needs a place no one would interrupt.

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“Deku you actually went and got her.”

“Mina I’m so sorry for the trouble.” She shyly said, bowing to show her apology.

“Nonsense, girl. Besides your ex-husband here was scary, blaming me for setting you up on a date.” She whines, hugging her friend. They spoke for a bit until Mina finally planned to leave. “So…plan on leaving or having a little sleepover here?”

“I just stay for tonight, you know miss my babies.” Mina took note of how close Deku was to her friend, glancing and lightly brushing up on her. Oblivious to their lustful stares and why they took more than 2 hours when it was only 30 minutes to and from the place. “No, I understand I should let y'all go then!”

“S-See ya.” She smiled, weakly waving at Mina by the front door, body trembling when she felt her ex-husband's scarred hand travel down the middle of her back and down to the hem of her dress which he flip up to stuff two thick fingers inside her cum filled pussy.

“You think she knows you were fucked?” He whispers in her ear, as though he doesn't have two of his thick finger knuckles deep inside her already stuffed pussy.

“Now hurry up Puppy, Daddy wants to breed you again.” He whispers before quickly nibbling the helix of her ear as Izuku thrust his fingers much deeper in her, as she mindlessly closes the door while leaning against it. Slowly becoming a whiny bitch. “Shoo…Shut up before you won't get your hubby's dick! I’ll just let you use my fingers which you know I only use for punishment.” He hissed.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” She whimpers out. Well that was new. Not once ever saying “sir” to her ex during their intimate moments.

“Hm~ If only I had a tail buttplug and a leash I’d have you walking in all four around the house to punish you some more.” Her eyes shamefully rolled to the back of her head as she pressed her upper body against the closed door while arching her ass out wanting the aggressive pounding from those sausage fingers deeper in her cunt. “Like that? Wouldn't mind than me buying you a collar with the word ‘Owned’ on it so every guy knows you’ve been marked. -Tsk, thought having a second would make it clear but that's fine~”

You're just so in love with this man that no matter how many years have passed, she continues to go back to Daddy Zuku to be praised, acknowledged, and fucked in better ways by your loving husband- I mean ex!

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

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🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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