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You, with your sweet smile. You, with your loving eyes. You always look at Enji so tenderly. It’s like he’s strung the stars in the sky just for you and he cannot for the life of him understand why the hell you’d ever look at him like that.

He’s done nothing good in his life. He’s done only damage to those he’s loved. He let his ego and his angry and painful past get in the way of him seeing anything worth it. He’s used his painful scars and allowed it to infect those he cared the most about. It’s not like he had anything to offer you.

And yet you still come in here, your eyes tired but still alight when they stop on him.

“I’m so sorry to have to drop this all on you,” you say with genuine guilt in your voice. “You’ll have to file this before leaving.”

He wants to beg you to stay, but the words get stuck in his throat. He couldn’t bother you with keeping him company, even though he knows that you’d most likely do so.

As you come around the desk and place the files on it, Enji gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s something that really excites him. He’s not exactly sure why, but it’s always turned him on to smell a woman’s perfume. You grin playfully and nudge him.

“I can help if you’d like!”

This causes him to snap out of his lustful daze. Oh, you were much too cute for your own good. You probably have no idea what you’re doing to him. Or maybe you do and you’re just a little temptress. It would serve him right after all the bullshit he’s caused to others in his life.

Enji runs his fingers through his hair and he nods. He hates asking for help and he hates having to even show a hint of weakness, but you’re already sitting next to him before he can even say anything else.

“Okay, I’ll work on these.”

The two of you begin to work on your files, and there’s a nice little hum of conversation as you work. The more you get to know your boss, the more you fall in love with him. Knowing that he’s alone and he’s trying to atone for his sins just makes him even more endearing to you.

Eventually, you begin to make a move. Your nails drag against his arm as you reach for something, making him shudder. Your breasts press against him as you reach for something again. Enji isn’t an idiot. He’s a lot of things but he’s most definitely not an idiot. Especially when a gorgeous young woman is basically throwing herself at him.

“You don’t…you don’t have to do this.” He says through gritted teeth. You’ve got him pretty riled up.

“I know I don’t have to, but what if I want to?”

There’s a smirk on your face and your eyes are now alight with pure flames of lust. Enji swallows hard and loosens his tie. He hasn’t felt this kind of need growing inside of him in such a long time. After his divorce, Enji just figured he’d end up a miserable old man alone.

“Y-you want to?” He questions, making sure to confirm this with you.

“Yeah. I do. Just say the word, and I can help you unwind.”

He would be a fool to say no. He hasn’t been intimate with someone in a very long time, so he’s worried that maybe he’s going to make a fool of himself. It’s just as you begin to caress his chest that Enji finally melts into this.

“Don’t worry. I want to make you feel good,” you whisper in his ear.

He watches through hooded eyes as you make your way onto the ground on your knees. Enji wishes he could offer you something better, but right now he’s thinking with the head between his legs and not the one on his shoulders. You let out such a saccharine giggle that has his heart thumping and his cock throbbing.

“You’re so hard,” you coo as you unbuckle his belt.

Oh why aren’t the right words coming to mind now? Enji thinks to himself. You must be putting him under some kind of spell. He’s speechless with his heart pounding in his chest. You make him feel as hard as a fucking teenager right now.

It’s when you pull him out of his boxers that he finally groans. He’s so sensitive. It’s been ages since anyone has treated him like this. Enji groans loudly once more as you wrap your fingers around his thick cock, making him buck his hips.

“So sensitive,” you coo once more.

The words he was about to say die right in his throat as you take him into your mouth. It’s warm, it’s wet…oh it’s pure fucking heaven. You work his cock eagerly, swirling your tongue around the tip before trying to take all of him into your mouth. The way you so eagerly take him in like this has his thighs shaking already. He knows he won’t last and it makes him feel so fucking pathetic.

Enji looks down and fuck—you’re looking at him with his goddamn cock in your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely as you attempt to deepthroat him the best you can. It’s not fair that you can treat him like this, but it’s even less fair that he’s going to shoot down your throat within seconds.

“W-wait,” he pants.

But it’s much too late.

A loud moan is ripping through his chest as thick shots of his seed spill down your throat. You maintain eye contact with him the entire time, making him come even harder. He swears he’s about to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.

You get up off your knees after you tuck him back into his pants. Enji is quiet for a few moments, but you know it’s not because he didn’t enjoy this. It’s because he’s boneless, brainless and unsure of what to even say at this very moment. You begin to work on the case files once more, but the big man grabs you by the waist.

With renewed energy, Enji pushes you down on the desk. There’s only one thing he can do to repay what you’ve done for him. His large hands flip your skirt up and he begins to toy with you through your panties.

“Let me return the favor, hm?”

The fire in his eyes says he’s serious. Who are you to deny your boss?

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Your beautiful eyes were alight as you approached the desk he was sitting at. A stack of books were piled up against his left arm, and Jiraiya nearly topples them over when you come over. You’re nearly bouncing in your steps as you finally get to him.

“Jiraiya-sama!” You squeal as you place a well-loved copy of Icha Icha on the desk. “I am so honored to meet you.”

His heart skips a beat. Your voice is so sweet and it’s so bubbly. He looks up at you and his cheeks redden just a bit. But he’s nothing if not suave. He looks at the copy of Icha Icha you’ve placed on the desk and opens it up.

“Well,” he says softly. “That’s a sweet thing to say to an old, washed up writer. Who should I make this out to?”

You say your name with a smile. “That’s a first edition copy.”

Now Jiraiya was impressed. “Is it? You’ve certainly enjoyed it. You know, I don’t have too many female fans, but this makes me happy.”

He signs his name after leaving a sweet little message. You seemed like a very nice girl. You look at him with stars in your eyes, almost like he’s your raison d’être. There’s something very sincere with the way you talk to him too.

“I…I had something to ask.” You say in a shy voice.

“Hmm? What is it, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks redden at this. “I’ve been writing as well. And I was wondering if maybe you could coach me.”

He laughs. “Nah come on, kiddo. You don’t want that. I’m washed up.”

You shake your head. “No! You’re truly inspiring.”

You place another book on the desk. It’s a notebook that looks like Icha Icha. He opens it up and reads a few passages. His eyes widen in shock. You were pretty good at this. He’s more than impressed.

“You don’t need my help, kiddo. You’re good! Heck, I’d say you’re great!”

You blush even more. “You really think so? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d love to learn from you.”

He scratches his head. “Okay okay…how about we meet for drinks at some point this week? I can give you a few pointers.”

It’s on a Friday night that you meet up with him in the bar. He looks so confident as he sits in the booth with his drink. He waves at you, a cool smirk spread on his face as you approach him with that bubbly gait. You sit across from him, placing your bag on the table.

“I bought you a drink,” he says, placing a bottle of beer in front of you. “I didn’t know what you liked, but the bartender says this beer is popular.”

“Thank you! You really didn’t need to do that at all.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

You pull out your notebook and take a sip of the beer. It’s a very smooth beer, and you know you would have probably ordered something nice like this for yourself. And then you and Jiraiya begin to talk about literature.

He’s got notes himself, showing you some of the rare things he wrote a long time ago. You feel so honored to get to read them. He talks to you about the editing process and how to make time for writing. He reiterates the importance of reading as well to keep your vocabulary up to date.

“I know you can do well,” he whispers softly after he’s had a few drinks. “You’re already wonderful.”

You’re blushing more now since you’ve also had a few drinks. “Thank you so much.”

He loves the way you keep leaning against him since you switched over to sitting next to him. Your perfume smells so good. You’re really cute too with the way you basically melt under his praise.

“I mean it! You could even give me some pointers now.”

You swallow hard. “Well,” you try to get the words out right. “There’s a position that I read in one of your books that I was wondering how good it would be.”

You open up the book in front of him and you read the passage. Then your eyes lock with his and it’s hard to look away. The sexual tension just keeps building and building before he leans in close.

“I’m just going to let you know now,” he whispers. “If we go any further, I don’t know if I could bring myself to stay away.”

You smirk. “Good, I don’t want you to.”

And with this, you seal it with a kiss. It’s slow and tentative at first, but then it turns into something a little messier and hotter. Jiraiya wraps his arm around you, pulling you impossibly close to him. Your breasts press up against his rock hard abs, making him grunt with pleasure. This was becoming the best fan meet-up in the history of his career and you weren’t even the first fan he hooked up with.

“We should probably take this elsewhere,” Jiraiya says as he nips at your bottom lip.

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Despite not wanting to pull away from you, Jiraiya gets up and helps you pack up your stuff. He’s quick to pay off his tab and with that, he brings you outside. The walk to his place is slow and sweet. The two of you discuss all kinds of things while the sexual tension builds inside of you.

Inside his apartment, he tells you to make yourself at home. You feel like this is just the start of one of his books. You grin at him, making him blush just a little bit. In the low lighting of his place, you look like a dream. A sexy, wet and palpitating dream. He approaches you with quick strides, and then he’s pinning you to the wall.

“Look at you,” his fingers brush back some hairs from your face. “You’re giving me those fuck me eyes. You’re making such an old man feel good, darling.”

You giggle. “Jiraiya, I want you to fuck me.”

His cock throbs at the words that come from your lips. He looks into your eyes, searching for maybe something that says not to do this. When he finds nothing but lust, admiration and even something close to love, he captures your lips with his own.

Languidly, his tongue rolls and rubs against yours. It’s a wet kiss that leaves your panties very sticky with arousal. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he moves with a certain suggestiveness that you’ve never seen anyone else have. When he pulls away, he’s smirking at you.

“Want to take this into the bedroom or do you want me to fuck you right up against the wall here?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Jiraiya. I—”

He laughs. “Up against the wall it is!”

He pushes you further up against the wall before getting on his knees. Seeing such a big man kneeling before you like this has your stomach in knots. How could he be this sexy? It was no surprise to you that someone like him was just dripping with pure sexuality but this was better than you could ever imagine.

His fingers are quick but soft as he undresses you. His teeth bite and nip your skin, leaving little marks to remind you that this did in fact happen. This was real and it was happening to you. You moan when he swivels his tongue on your lower tummy, his tongue swiping down under your underwear before he looks up at you.

“You smell good,” His face is pressed between your thighs. “So fucking good.”

He wastes no more time. Your panties are pushed down and he leans in to lap at you like a man starved. Your knees are already buckling and you don’t trust yourself to hold yourself up anymore. Thankfully, Jiraiya is quite strong and he’s good to keep you up while he sucks on your clit. Waves of pleasure ripple through you before you fall off the edge with a loud cry of his name.

“Already?” He asks, his lips still somewhat wrapped around the throbbing nub. “Wow, I didn’t think I was that good.”

You huff and blush, looking away from the very sexual man that sits on his knees for you. He’s toying with your folds, licking them and sucking on them before his tongue dips down to your entrance to get a full taste of you. His eyes roll back as he gets the full flavor of your essence.

“You’re gonna make me addicted,” He growls before he gets up on his feet. 

Jiraiya pulls down his pants, kicking them to the side. He grinds his hips against yours, allowing you to feel his erection that’s now straining against his underwear. Your hand shakes as you reach down to palm him. He’s fucking huge, but you’re not one to shy away from this challenge.

He bucks up into your hand. “Think you can handle it?”

“Of course I can.”

He loves how confident you are. He helps spread your legs before he pushes his underwear down. The look on your face when you finally see his dick says it all. Jiraiya knows he’s been blessed with a big member, but he always loves the way women react to it for the first time.

“Brace yourself, honey. I’m gonna rock your world.”

He uses the tip to smear your arousal all over before prodding your little hole. You were going to be tight, he knows this. But as he pushes into you, he finds it’s the warmth that’s drawing him in more than anything. His eyes close and he grunts.

“Taking me so well,” he praises you before kissing you.

Slowly, he starts up at a pace that’s comfortable for the two of you. He’s surprisingly gentle for someone who seemed like he’d be wild with you, and yet you can’t complain. It feels so good to go slow like this, building a bond without truly realizing it. Your bodies move together in tandem before he picks up the pace and begins slamming into you.

“I knew you were such a naughty thing when I first laid eyes on you,” He lifts your leg and places you in the position you were talking about earlier. “How’s this for the position, hm? Is it as good as you imagined?”

In this position, he reaches even deeper into you. Your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his skin and he pushes you right over the edge. His gruff voice is coaxing you to cum, cum all over his cock. With your tight walls spasming around him, Jiraiya is finding it so hard to hold on.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Gonna cum. Where should I—”

“Inside, please!”

Your words alone are what send him over the edge. He grunts as his balls tighten, making his cock throb with each shot of hot cum that paints your insides. It’s sticky and messy, but he continues to thrust into you. Jiraiya kisses you, making his whole body shudder from the deep affection he feels for you in this moment.

As things begin to subside, he pulls away and looks at you. You look very satisfied and it warms his heart. He knows he’s a good lover, but sometimes he does worry that his age has finally caught up to him. Another kiss and he slowly pulls out of you. His seed drips down your thighs.

“Maybe…” you pant. “Maybe we can try a few other positions?”

He grins. “I love the way you think.”

With that, he takes you by the hand and leads you into the bedroom…

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Their quirks had been unknown to you, but you did notice how the guy that Enji is fighting didn’t use his at all. Instead he focused on hand-to-hand combat. Which you thought was pretty impressive considering that Endeavor could easily kill this guy, but he won’t. The guy then realizes what kind of trouble he and his partner are in.

“Well, I guess we can’t win. But you sure ain’t gonna win either!” He shouts, then he opens his hand and waves it in front of Enji’s face.

Endeavor growls, pushing himself away from the villain. You can’t tell what the guy’s quirk was, but you know it’s affecting Endeavor immediately. His pupils dilate and he’s got a crazed look on his face. The two villains help each other, pushing you away from the other guy. You try to chase them but they are already too fast. You look back at Enji in defeat, but he’s not looking at you angrily like you were expecting.

You’ve never seen him like this. He’s been your boss for a long time. To say that you weren’t attracted to him would be a big fat lie. Endeavor was one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on, but you know it would be wrong to hit on your boss. It’s just not right. Then again, the way he’s looking at you right now would suggest otherwise. Wait…why is he looking at you like that?

“Get away from here! Go tell the police what happened!” His voice sounds angry, but it’s thick with something else. Something you can’t quite pinpoint.

You do as he says, telling the police that Endeavor got hit with a mystery quirk and that the villains were running away. Some of the other pro heroes are on scene now and they begin to chase down the villains. You return to your boss. 

Enji is nowhere to be found. He made his way upstairs to one of the office spaces in the building. His suit is becoming way too tight, and it is starting to feel a little slick with sweat now. He’s not stupid; he was just hit a Love quirk.

Usually people with a quirk like that were contained or their were strict laws surrounding how they could be used. The fact that the bastard had taken the time to hit him dead on was just a cheap shot. Enji swears as he sits down on the old couch in the office and adjusts himself through his suit. He did not want you to see him like this; all weakened and pathetic.

The way his stomach flips and erupts with butterflies whenever he touches his cock lets him know just how strong this quirk is. It’s painful in a way because he knows he’s going to have to take care of this alone. There’s nothing else he can do. He can’t have anyone see him like this, they wouldn’t know how to help.

He’s just lazily palming himself through his costume for the time being. His eyes scan the room to see how he can maybe block the door. He’d tell whoever came looking for him a dumb lie. Most of them trust his word, they know he wouldn’t be hiding himself away for no good reason.

Your voice sounds so saccharine as you call out for him. His cock is jumping as he hears you getting even closer. You’re so worried about him too; fuck, he swears that you’re just the cutest little thing to ever cross paths with him.

“Enji?” You call out.

He bites his lip when he hears you using his real name. You shouldn’t be here. You should be somewhere safe and not near him where he could easily open that door, throw you onto this couch and fuck you until your legs turn to jelly. No, you need to fucking leave. But he swears he can just about smell you as you get even closer.

“Get out of here! Now!” He growls.

Your hand hovers over the doorknob of the door. You aren’t sure you like the tone of his voice right now. Whatever quirk he was hit by, you knew it was affecting him worse than anything else. You’ve seen him get hurt before, but this wasn’t him with his wounded pride and injuries on his body.

This must have fucked with his psyche somehow. You wonder if maybe the quirk was a brainwashing one, but you know you’re just so worried. You need to make sure he’s fine. You slowly turn the knob and then push the door open just enough so you can stick your head inside.

The sight of Enji on the couch, his hand between his thighs and the glazed over look in his eyes. That’s all you needed to see to let you know that this was no brainwashing quirk. He had clearly been hit by a Love quirk and it was driving him insane. He flares his nostrils when you finally step inside the office.

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to get the hell out of here?” He snaps. His hand keeps rubbing up against the obvious bulge in his costume.

You back away slowly, afraid of the man in front of you. But there was something else there that was hitting you. You found yourself wanting to help him. You know you shouldn’t suggest it, but maybe you could be of use. Love quirks usually go away faster with someone helping the victim out.

“I couldn’t leave you!” You cry out as you close the door behind you.

Endeavor sits up on the couch, looking at you with a pure blaze in his eyes. If you make one more step inside this room, he’s going to not be able to hold back. He’s going to lose it and he’s going to have no control.

“If you don’t fucking leave right now,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to fucking lose it.”

You shudder at his words. You feel like you’re losing your mind already. It almost feels warmer in here. You tentatively take a half-step towards him and he groans and tilts his head back.

“I’m not going to warn you again.”

You stop him. “I can help!”

He growls, “Fuck no! Don’t get any closer.”

But he knows you both want this. You’ve been pining for him for a while, and he’s shared the same feelings. Since his divorce from Rei and taking you on as a new sidekick, Enji knows that he can’t hold back his emotions for you. You’ve been such a positive light in his life. You’ve shown him a new way to look at things.

His eyes close and he lets out almost a purring noise. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You approach him and take his hand. “You won’t hurt me. Let me help.”

He shudders from head to toe as you finally get close enough to him. You wipe the sweat from his brow in such a loving way, he’s moaning at the feeling of your hand on him. His eyes are so dark, you can just about make out the amount of arousal he’s feeling right now.

He nods frantically, “A really strong one.”

“Love quirk, right?” you finally ask.

You look at him. He’s a mess right now. His cock is throbbing beneath the spandex. There’s that lust-crazed look in his eyes. And his hands are shaking from not touching you. You then lick your lips and look into his eyes.

“What do you want? You want me to use my hand or my mouth or?”

You don’t get to finish when he’s pulling you towards him and he’s kissing you with so much hunger. His tongue penetrates your mouth, tangling wetly and sensually with yours. Enji lets out very deep and dark grunts that rumble through his chest. You’ve never been kissed like this at all.

He’s pulling you even closer; his arms wrapping around your waist. You nearly topple over as you get tangled in the discarded files and papers on the ground. He holds you so close, kissing you as if your kisses were like the oxygen he needs to breathe.

“I just need you so badly,” he finally says in a husky tone of voice. “Don’t care what you do to me, but please…please.”

You grab the zipper to his costume and you unzip it. You’re trying to work as quickly as you can. Enji keeps bucking his hips as more of him gets exposed. He reaches over to help you unzip yours. Your breasts are exposed and he’s pawing at you like some sort of teen boy who’s just found his first porn mag.

His cock stands erect and leaking. You dreamt about seeing him naked for so long, but you never thought it would be in a dirty, abandoned office space. You finally kneel in front of him, and Enji lets out a strangled moan. Just the sight of you on your knees for him has his cock leaking even more fluid.

“D-don’t fucking tease!” 

You giggle at how much he’s at your mercy right now. You reach over to hold his cock in your hand and you feel your stomach flip when you realize that your fingers don’t even touch from the size of him. He growls when you begin to jerk him off.

“Yes, yes yes…oh god yes!”

He’s panting, growling and moaning. He sounds like a ferocious beast trying to mate. His hips begin pumping in time with your hand. Then you lean in to lick the tip and this has him whimpering.

“D-do it again!” His fingers tangle in your hair. He pushes you gently, or as gently as he can manage while under this quirk’s power.

You wrap your lips around him and he feels his knees buckling. There’s stars dancing in his vision already. All he can do is white-knuckle the sofa beneath him as you’re bobbing your head up and down. His legs are literally shaking as you try to take him deep down your throat. The sofa is beginning to creak from the pressure of his fingers clinging to it.

“Don’t stop!” He roars. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Tears sting your eyes as you do all that you can to continue to deepthroat Enji. You wonder what will happen if you are to let him fuck you. You’re going to be wrecked completely. You won’t be able to walk for a week. Then when you look up at him, you know you’ve done the wrong thing.

He pulls you off his cock and he pushes you down on the sofa. His eyes are alight with a fire that you know you’re the only one will ever see. He leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. It’s hungrier than the last one and he moans when he tastes himself on your lips.

“Gotta fuck you. I need it.”

His words hit you so hard. You don’t know that you can take him, but there is no turning back now. Enji Todoroki was about to fuck you until you were going to pass out. He pulls his costume off of him fully, then he helps you out of yours. He lets out a ‘tsk’ when he notices the underwear.

“Not everyone goes commando, sir.”

Those words earned you another rumbling growl before he kisses you sloppily again. You feel like your mind is already swimming from the amount of lust you feel for this man. His fingers curl around the waistband of your little panties and he pulls them off with enforce that they tear.

He smirks at the cute little gasp you let out. He pushes two of his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. You were thanking your lucky stars that at least he was prepping you to take his length. Endeavor is rough with you, but it only serves to turn you on even more. Your juices are slick all over his fingers.

Then he presses you back and spreads your thighs. His cock sits heavy on your mound for a moment as he leans down to spit on the head of it. You cry out and cling to the couch as he penetrates you roughly.

“Just take it! I need this!” He growls as his hips snap.

He’s just chasing his own high. You knew this is what it was anyway. When you offered to help, you know that he wouldn’t be focusing on you at all. You feel warmth blossoming inside of you when you think about how he tried to prep you for his impressive size. Even with that, you feel like you’re being split open as Enji pounds himself into you.

“Perfect little hole,” he grunts against your ear before he begins to leave love bites on your neck. “Like you were fuckin’ made to take me!”

Your legs wrap around him as you try to gain a little control, but this only pushes him even deeper inside of you. Endeavor growls loudly before biting down on the junction between your shoulder and neck. This causes your walls to spasm around him and he’s roaring loudly again.

“Milkin’ my cock, huh?” He asks in a dark tone of voice.

The way he’s talking to you is even most feral now. He’s gripping your hips harshly, certainly leaving indentations. His body keeps trembling with every harsh thrust. His cock throbs as he slams against your cervix. He wants you to cum if you can. He needs to feel that around his cock.

“Cum for me. Come on, fuckin’ cum for me! Milk my cock.”

The Love quirk was penetrating his mind even more so. The closer to his peak, the more he felt feral and hungry for you. He lets his hand slip between you both and he rubs your clit in fast little circles. You can barely wrap your mind around the pleasure you’re feeling. Enji leans in to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on, do it for me.”

The coil in your stomach snaps and your vision turns to white. Every single nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire as you cum hard. Your cry of his name only makes him fuck you even faster and deeper. Your legs feel like they are jelly right now.

He’d give anything to you. He’d promise you anything right now. If you wanted to get married and have kids, he swears while he’s in this state, he’d give you the world. Enji feels his orgasm creeping up on him and the chills run down his spine. His balls are drawing up and he’s panting like an animal in heat.

“Cumming!” He growls as he feels the first pulse of his semen.

He holds onto you so close, making sure to shoot deep inside your hot heat. As he rides out his high, you can see him slowly returning to normal. There’s a bit of a blush on his cheeks when he finally snaps out of it. But instead of making you feel bad, he just kisses you.

“Thank you for helping me.”

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He’s desperate to fall in love with someone. He wants that real kind of love. This is part of the reason why he doesn’t say anything, because he really doesn’t want to scare you away.

He smirks as he looks up at you. “You look pretty cute sitting on my desk like that.”

You giggle. “Oh yeah? You like this? Is this the type of fantasy you have?”

Dante gets up on his feet and soon he’s towering over you. Gone is the boyish charm, replaced with smooth confidence given to him by the liquid courage. He cups your cheeks, making you gasp and blush. You want to look away but his eyes are full of tender need.

“Maybe it is,” he says softly.

It feels like time passes slowly as he captures your lips with his in such a sweet kiss. It’s soft and it makes you long for more. You hold onto him, making sure not to just fall off the desk from how dizzy he’s making you feel. When he pulls away, you return the kiss.

It’s a blur of making out, swapping spit and hungrily reaching for each other’s clothes. When he’s finally pulled his pants down and his cock is bobbing out from his underwear, this is when you pull away. You expected him to be well endowed, but not this big.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice.

“That,” you swallow hard and point to his cock. “That looks too big.”

Dante smiles and he kisses you again. You feel his rough hands on your body, gently caressing and kneading your flesh. Then he sits back down on the chair, pulling himself closer. You whine when he pushes your thighs apart and rests your legs on his shoulders.

“Well,” Dante begins as he kisses your mound. “I guess I’ll just have to prep you properly, won’t I?”

You barely have time to respond before he latches onto your clit, sucking on it. You thread your fingers through his hair, practically humping his face already. Though his cock is throbbing and leaking, Dante ignores it in favor of pulling pleasure from you.

Because it’s you, and he will always put you first.

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And considering everything going on lately, you wondered if he was even getting enough sleep. You always worried about that aspect of him. It just was part of you that you could never shake, even if you had known him for so long. 

So the moment you two finally have some time alone, you’re not surprised at all to find that Shota wants to nap. He looks even more tired than you’re used to, so you don’t say no. The look in his eyes is one that seems to be almost pleading with you to get into the bed with him.

With the curtains pulled back, the lights down low and you’re both in bed, it’s the perfect recipe for a good nap. Shota nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent greedily. He doesn’t even show you this much affection whenever he’s around you during the day.

He murmurs a soft word of praise and a sweet “mmm…love you.” before you can hear him snoring slightly. You rest against him, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

Your dreams are filled with the most lustful images. The man you’re snuggling with is now on top of you, kissing you, undressing you. His hands can’t move fast enough. His eyes, though tired, are dark and full of desire. He’s lighting this fire deep inside of you.

The more Shota kisses you, the more you find yourself getting aroused. Your thighs are sticky with your slick. His name falls from your lips in soft pants. He’s just about to spread your thighs when you are jolted awake.

The sensation of his hands is still so real on your body. Yet, Shota is sleeping right next to you. Your neediness gets the best of you, so you roll over and you wrap your arm around him to pull him closer. He doesn’t wake up; instead he lets out this soft moan.

Your hand wanders under the blankets, feeling the toned muscles of his body. He grunts softly, but still he lays sleeping. You know that just your touch is enough to make him feel things, but he’s not roused out of his sleep just yet.

Slowly, you push your hand into his baggy sweatpants. The minute you touch the tip, he’s breathing heavily through his nose. You weren’t expecting him to be hard, so you wonder if maybe he’s been having similar dreams as you just had.

You begin to stroke him, using the precum from the tip to lubricate him. Still, he’s sleeping despite all the stimulation. Chuckling to yourself quietly, you lean in to begin pressing kisses to his neck.

Suddenly, you feel him turning to look at you. There’s this dark look in his eyes. He’s not quite fully awake, but he’s conscious now. He looks at you like he’s about to devour you whole.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Shota asks.

You stammer, “I-I…was just…”

“You were just what? Touching me? You better finish the job then, trouble.”

Your eyes widen a little. He grips your wrist, making you move it to stroke him once more. The way he’s beginning to buck up into your hand lazily makes the need that started to pool between your legs become even more apparent.

“You wanted to wake me up from my nap, huh? Just for a little attention, isn’t that it?” His questions make your head spin. “I know you’ve been wanting this.”

It’s not long before you find yourself on your back, your legs spread just like in your dream. Shota pulls down your pants, exposing your bare sex to him. There’s a mischievous, almost cheeky, smirk on his face as he slips his cock between your soaked folds.

“You’re such a little problem, you know that? Can’t a man just take a nap without a problematic little girl needing her pussy filled?”

There’s a moment where his eyes are scanning you completely. You always wonder what kind of look he’s giving you. Is he trying to erase your quirk momentarily so you won’t fuss and fight back or is he just assessing how aroused you are?

You let out a strangled moan as he pushes into you. You look down at where you’re connected and your jaw drops a little as you see him completely sheathed inside of you. Then without warning, Aizawa slumps against you.

“Just lemme sleep…” his moans are a little more sleepy now. “Need sleep.”

Despite his pleas for more rest, his hips begin to move. He’s so deep inside of you like this, you can’t help but hold onto him. Your nails dig into the meat of his back as he’s pumping into you over and over. The tip of his cock keeps brushing against that spongy spot inside of you, the one that brings white hot pleasure to your core.

“Are you always this wet when we nap together?” His voice is deep and raspy, his breath hot on your neck. “I bet you are.”

You can’t even think of the words to argue back. Your brain is mush from the slow, painful pace he’s using. The only thing that can come from you are such cute whines. Aizawa has to bite his lip and take a deep breath to prevent himself from spilling inside of you too quickly. He didn’t realize just how pent up he was until just now.

The minute your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him in for that lazy, sloppy kiss, Shota knows he’s probably done for. He stills himself, allowing himself a moment to rethink everything. Then he smirks as he licks his thumb, bringing it down to your swollen nub.

“Haaaah—Shota, please…”

Your whines are heavenly, but oh so bratty. He thinks to himself that he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but the comfort of having your silky walls clenching around him as he lazily pumps into you is the most soothing thing in the world.

“You were asking for this and now you can’t take it?” He questions, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Oh you are trouble, aren’t you?”

He leans in to nip at your bottom lip before kissing you. Every move is almost calculated to tip you over the edge, despite his sleepiness. His eyes may be half-closed, but he’s keeping a very careful watch on you.

You scramble to try and grab onto him as you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. Aizawa doesn’t let up, instead he keeps such a consistency that drives you crazy. With a shudder, you fall off the edge, pulling him with you.

Warm, thick ropes of cum begin to fill you up. Your arms pull him in even deeper, if possible. Your moans are so sickeningly sweet, Aizawa swears he’s cumming harder than he has in a long time. And then slowly, he’s stopping his pace.

“Now,” he murmurs as he nuzzles against your breasts. “Let me sleep, trouble.”

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He’s hunched over, sitting on the dilapidated bed. It smells like iron in here too, much stronger than downstairs. He turns around quickly when he senses you, making you gasp and nearly fall over. He begins to scratch at his neck furiously.

“Well, well, well…what do we have here? Hm?”

He walks over to you and your heart races in your chest. Before he can touch you, you begin to bow down to him. This confused Gyutaro completely, making him freeze in his tracks. This little human is now bowing down to him. What did he do to deserve anything like this?

“I finally found you!”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’ve been looking for me? Why?”

He’s distrustful of you. But you knew this would happen. All the legends of him spoke of how he was more than likely shy and didn’t take nicely to strangers. But to you and your people, he was perfect. There were stone structures in your village and stone tablets depicting his beauty to you. Him and his sister, but really he was the most important one.

“Shabana-dono, please…I have been searching for you for so long. I have finally found you.”

You reach into your bag and pull out one of the stone tablets you were allowed to bring with you. You place the tablet in front of you and Gyutaro stares at it in shock. That is most definitely his face. That’s him alright, carved into the stone tablet.

“You are the one I’ve been searching for.”

This causes him to scratch his neck furiously some more. A blush settles on his cheeks. You’re surprised to see your god acting so bashfully like this, but it does endear him quite a bit. You look up at him and offer him a smile.

“My village sent me to you,” you explain as you sit on your knees. “They sent me as a gift. You have your choice, as I am a virgin. You can either have me as your sacrifice, or as your bride.”

The words send his mind reeling. As a sacrifice? Oh that would be much too easy. You would have been eaten and devoured so little time ago had you not been so easy on the eyes. Gyutaro thinks about how he could easily have you as his bride too. What a nice gift the universe has finally decided to offer him.

His eyes bore into your own, looking for any signs of dishonesty. But all he sees is pure devotion and even a hint of love. You were really here to be offered up as a gift from some far away land. Gyutaro wonders if this is finally a recompense for the horrid atrocities he and Daki had to go through.

“Bride, you say?” He asks, trying to sound suave in his own right. “You are certainly a cute little thing. You promise you’re a virgin?”

You nod and blush. “You can check for yourself, Shabana-dono.”

The sound of you using that honorific on him has him shuddering. He’s never heard anyone use an honorific like that on him. A smirk spreads on his face as he helps you up to your feet. You look up at him, blessed to finally be with him.

“Oh, you are so adorable.” He leans in closer. “I could just eat you up.”

There’s a soft smile on your face. Whether he decides to feast on your supple flesh or to use you as his own personal breeding bitch, you know you’ll be honored. He kind of likes this, it’s his own little game now.

Then you are pushed back on the dilapidated bed. He looks at you the way a predator watches its prey. He gets on the bed as well, and you watch as he flashes his sharp teeth at you. Before you can react, he presses his lips to yours. It’s a sloppy kiss, but you don’t pay that any mind. In fact, it feels so good to be kissed by him.

You gently run your hands up and down his sides, making him shudder. He’s never felt such a loving touch before. Everything feels so weird and so different. You are so lovely too. How could he be so lucky? Surely, this was a divine gift. And he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, not when it was offering him such beauty. Still, he felt suspicious.

When he pulled away, he was expecting to find you looking at him in disgust. Instead, you were looking at him so lovingly. It made him feel so warm inside. Nobody ever yearns for him. Not when his beautiful sister exists. So to see you looking at him like this, his suspicion seems to disappear.

“You really…came to look for me?”

You nod. “Yes, I am your gift.”

The semantics and logic aren’t perfect, but for the first time, Gyutaro wants to throw caution to the wind. He presses you down onto the bed, undoing the obi to your kimono. He would take his time undressing you; unwrapping you like a christmas gift that he’s never had the chance to experience.

You’re beautiful. You’ve got silky skin that he’s so scared to nick with his claws. You’ve got the most beautiful eyes; your loving glances make him feel so warm. Then your smile, oh that smile…it’s sweet and graceful. As he continues to undress you, he realizes that he’s developing some feelings for you. It may be fast, but you are his after all. Who’s to tell him how to react and behave?

You lay naked on the bed, a pure canvas. Gyutaro’s cock hardens as he looks at you, and the way you just keep looking up at him with a certain gaze that seems to say ‘it is my honor to lose my virginity to you’. It’s such a turn on for him to see you like this. He spreads your thighs, his long fingers brushing up against your folds.

“Can I really check?” He toys with you, playing with your little clit now. “Can I see if you’re a virgin?”

You nod eagerly. “Of course. I’m all yours.”

The power he has over you is truly just intoxicating. He’s never had this much power over someone else before. Sure, Daki listens to him almost completely, but she’s still a brat most of the time. This was different. You were offering yourself body and soul to him. He continues to play with your pussy and then he slips one of his fingers into you. You gasp at the sensation.

“Oh…”

He smirks down at you. You are a virgin. He then has a change of heart, realizing he’s going to need to make sure you’re properly prepared for him. He lays down on his stomach between your thighs, kissing your folds as his finger goes in and out of your tight little hole.

“Relax okay?” His voice is softer than before. His eyes snap up to watch you.

Slowly, you become more relaxed to his touches. His tongue is warm on your clit and folds. The coil in your stomach tightens unbearably until it just snaps. You cry out his name, making him grunt as you come undone just for him. It was an addictive feeling for Gyutaro. He hated to admit it, but he had no experience with this sort of thing either. He just knew about it from the women who work with his sister.

Gyutaro pulls away, watching you squirm and shake from the aftershocks of what was probably your first orgasm. Then he pulls down his own pants, revealing a thick cock. It’s red at the tip and leaking a pearlescent fluid. Your mouth waters when you see it. He smirks at you once more, before he concentrates on guiding the tip to your hole.

You gasp once more as he begins to fill you. Gyutaro leans in close, kissing your neck and then he whispers in your ear. You knew what you were getting yourself into but this was more intense than you could have ever imagined.

“You know what it means to be a demon’s bride, don’t you?” His voice is hoarse and husky. “You know what this means…don’t you?”

You wrack your brain for the right things to say, but his cock brushes up against a spot deep inside of you and suddenly the words die right in your throat. You cling to him as he quickened his pace, slamming into you harder and deeper than before. He deems you ready to be pounded now. His words float in your brain and you want to answer him, but all that comes out are sweet moans and whimpers for the demon rearranging your guts right now.

“It means,” his voice is mocking. “It means I get to breed you! You’re my little bride! I get to fucking breed you!”

You close your eyes as you fall off the edge once more. You want to push him away and get him off of you, but the pleasure is too good. You knew that you would have to have offspring with him, but it was beginning to seem a little grim. The one thing that changes your mind is when he slows down and kisses you deeply.

His hands feel so good on your face as he cradles it. The kiss is slow, and so is his pace now. It’s a longing feeling. It’s something loving and sweet. Maybe this demon wasn’t going to just use you as his own personal breeding cow. You look into his eyes and you see something there.

It’s maybe love. Maybe it’s something like caring. But you know it’s not malice.

“I get to…have a family with you.” He whispers before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You wrap yourself around him, holding onto him as he begins to fuck you deeper. The soft moans and grunts that fall from his lips are something you know you’d love to hear over and over again. His hips stutter and he’s clinging to you like you are his lifeline.

“I’m cumming,” he groans.

Ropes of hot cum begin to fill you, making you feel so warm once again. You rub his back and coax him to continue, which makes Gyutaro’s heart soar. How could you be so perfect? As he comes down, he slumps onto your breasts. You play with his hair, and it makes him feel so genuinely loved.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice comes out cracked and small.

“Of course. I’ve waited my whole life to meet you. Now we are bonded.”

He looks into your eyes. There’s really no regret anywhere there. You wanted this, you asked for it. You traveled who knows how long to get here to be with him, and you let him deflower you. Tears pool at the edges of his eyes and he tries to blink them away, but he’s unsuccessful. You pull him for another kiss, wiping his tears away.

“I’m very grateful you picked me to be your bride and not your sacrifice.” You confess between soft kisses.

Gyutaro looks at you in surprise. Perhaps he was thinking with his hatred at first, but now that he looks at you post-coitus, there’s almost a glow to you. You look like an angel. He caresses your cheeks and flashes you a genuine smile.

“I’m glad too. You are mine…and I am yours.”

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