#san.simps

you brought him over to get him more acquainted with your parents, he's your boyfriend after all.

this isn't even the first time he's been here but he's the only man your parents have allowed to sleep in your room. door shut and a single bed in sight.

the first time, naoya curled his teeth up in a disgusted snarl like he was in disbelief and said 'your folks are fucking braindead, who lets a man sleep in their daughter's room like this?'

then he bent you over, shoved your face into the pillow and fucked you so hard you could not form a single coherent thought. not when naoya was fucking you through your orgasm, especially not when he was shooting his seed deep in your cunt.

naoya's hips draw back to thrust deeply, your pussy stretched past her limit to take him. cream is collecting around his base and dripping down his balls. a nasty slurry of cum and stringy liquid that seeps from you.

just how long has he had you pinned under him? just how many times has his cock entered you again and again?

your bed is faintly creaking under the weight but with whatever restraint he conjures up, he manages to not send your headboard slamming into the wall.

truly if he wanted to fuck your cunt open at a voracious pace he'd make you kneel on the floor so he can do as he pleases. naoya has done it before and no, he doesn't care if your knees wind up bruised!!

your parents are down the hall, entirely oblivious to what he does under their noses.

his hand draws back from your face and you sharply inhale, body trembling.

his eyes narrow, he usually isn't this mean. "you want to be my pretty little wifey, right?" he tilts his head, he looks so angry. at what? you are not entirely sure.

naoya cups the backs of your knees, practically folding you in half and draping his heavy body over yours, all while his thick cock is being harshly fucked into your weeping hole.

"want it—mmhm." you babble, preening as naoya's face comes closer to yours. you're so dumb for him, he has destroyed you. he drives his heady cock into you with brutal force, like he is punishing you for every aspiration you voiced earlier.

your pussy is squeezing him like she never wants to let go, gushing on him like she's encouraging his mean thrusts. begging and crying for more.

you are lost in a daze, hardly stifling moans and cries cause you are too caught him in the heat of his body over yours. in the way his muscles bulge and flex and how handsome he is—why does he have to look this good? how can ever stay away?

your hands are shaking when they cup his face, sliding down to his neck as your noses and lips brush.

you're a sweet little thing, sickeningly so. it's hardly your fault, your parents sheltered you and then sent you out into the world, one with men like him. you think he's so good but naoya never claimed to be.

"cause that's where you belong. on your back and doing shit for me. but you think you're so fucking smart." he snarls in your face like a man unhinged. then his lips pucker and he spits into your open mouth, uncaring that some splatters rather than going straight onto your tongue.

and you swallow it down.

your tongue comes out to lick your lips and any residual saliva that stains your skin.

"couldn't eat in peace because of your bullshit. you think your grades matter? and your fucking parents were just encouraging your shit." naoya hisses, sucking his teeth as his hips lurch forward again, much harder, swollen cock head battering so deep you almost make your lip bleed with the way you bite down.

"you think a bitch like you should be out there? think you can handle it?" his eyes flick over your teary ones, naoya wants to tie you down and lock you away.

"oh, baby. you're just a stupid little slut, you need a real man to put you in your place. one to give you a ring and some babies to take care of. you need your daddy, don't you?" he's sin incarnate. naoya has gorgeous features and why are you thinking about how they would look mixed with yours? if he gave you his baby?

precum spurts in a hot glide from his tip, splashing against your womb. it only makes your pussy squeeze him tighter.

you find yourself nodding through broken moans, ones you can hardly contain.

when your parents met him, they approved. naoya has a reputable job, he's a well respected man and so what if he's a couple years older than you? you and naoya have so much in common! right?

if only they knew this highly regarded police officer acted like this. his broad body covering yours almost entirely, it made you feel utterly helpless. his firm, muscular chest pressing down on your smaller body, keeping you pinned.

you like it, perhaps you're not any better than him.

"daddy, please." you whine, hands slipping into his hair, body jolting with every rough pound of his hips. it all hurts so good.

"oh, fuck." naoya lowly grunts before a laugh reverberates through his throat, like you're a joke to him.

finally, after what seems like an eternity he leans down to kiss you. all rough and mean, tongue darting into your mouth with languid strokes. his eyes are open and yours are tightly shut then he takes your bottom lip between his, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"please what, baby? want me to stop talking sense into you or do you want me to fuck that useless brain right out of your skull?" his sticky balls hit your ass as he slams in from spilling cock-head to base. you writhe under him, your skin stinging from the impact but you do not run much less push him away.

your cunt clenches hard, feeling every ridge and vein of his swollen erection, his pre-cum coating your walls in excess.

"m'doing well n' i'm making em' proud." you speak through a slick web of spit pooling in your mouth. it isn't the answer he wanted. he scowls, your parents had praised you during dinner, chattering endlessly about your future career. it all sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

that's not how naoya sees you.

he wants you barefoot and pregnant, by his side. tied to him with no way out.

what business do you have being out there pretending to be independent?

his hands hurt where they hold you. his thrusts are even and deep, cock leaking and pulsing.

"what a fucking joke. you think you should be runnin' round going to lectures, trying to be a fuckin party girl. good bitches like you belong on your back, with your pussy split open, getting filled up until you're carrying my kid." he hacks a thick wad of messy spit between the valley of your barely there breasts before he crowds over you more to lick it all up with possessive drags of his tongue.

spillage seeps in a messy net around his cock and from your pulled wide hole. every spurt of pre-cum makes your eyes widen, every hot splurge makes your back arch.

you are hardly able to contain your moans, choking down every single one as naoya keeps fucking you.

pressure builds up in your stomach, his balls smacking your skin loudly and you can only hope your parents are ignorant to what is going on within the four walls of your bedroom.

"it hurts, naoya." you sob loudly, tears soaking the sheets beneath your head, "mmhngh, daddy it hurts." you warble and then your hips buck up to meet his, your body aching and craving every bit of his roughness.

"hurts? s'good. that should teach you to listen to your man instead of trying to be like every other bitch."

he captures your bitten raw lips, kissing you sweetly, kissing you like he's desperate for you. naoya nips them despite how sore they are, he hums when you whimper, his tongue stroking along yours.

even when he pulls away you try to follow, you try to keep kissing him. "you don't have to go to school or work some bullshit job. i'll take care of you—i'll keep this pussy fucked and i'll keep you fed, that's all a girl like you needs."

why are you beginning to like the sound of that? as long as you're with him.

your chest heaves, pussy clenching tighter, creaming more. "but—i like university n' my degree n—" you say in whatever means of resistance, your voice breaks, drooling as your head lolls back. the relentless pounding jolting your body.

naoya's laugh comes out cruel and loud, it only makes him fuck you harder, it makes the bed frame shift just a fraction.

"but you like getting your brains fucked out more." he can say it with absolute certainty. he doesn't have to ask because he knows. it is far too obvious. "look at you, girl. crying so much while your cunt milks my cock." he presses a sweet, gentle peck to your lips. then naoya kisses you tenderly, as soft as he can be before resuming the brutal pumps of his hips.

naoya releases your leg to instead reach down for your overly sensitive clit and rub mean circles that make your eyes roll back.

you swear it only makes you feel more, every throbbing inch of him, bare inside you. every hot spurt of pre flooding within you like a promise for what is to come.

your hands clamber on his shoulders, nails scratching his pale skin.

"daddy." it sounds different now, somehow. naoya's heart stills for only a second, callous expression softening just barely.

his thrusts sink his cock deeper, more deliberate as he nuzzles your cheek. "your daddy's right here." he coos, voice losing some of its edge but still so condescending.

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, slimy tongue slipping out to lap at the salty trails of your tears before kissing you. slower, sweeter, open mouthed and all tongue and so incredibly possessive. naoya kisses you like he wants to leave his mark on you, inside and out.

"think you should drop out, tomorrow sounds like a good day. you can move in with me." you whimper at his words. he nods and you do too. you only cling to him harder. you claw at his skin like you cannot handle him leaving you for even a second. "you can wait for me at home, don't have to waste anymore time on exams when you can have my baby instead."

sick, he's a sick man.

you're as sick as he is.

naoya's blunt cock head prods your cervix over and over, each rough slam making your back arch as you writhe. jolts of pleasure-pain shoot through your used pussy. you can feel his pre leaking, it's always so much, warm and insistent. it is enough to make you feel so full.

"s'too deep. gonna—m'gonna make a mess." you spit unintelligibly.

"that's the point, baby." naoya likes you this way, bending so easily to his will. he rubs your clit in quicker strokes, groaning at the way you clench. "i'll knock you up so you can't even think about leaving me." not like he would ever allow it. "you'll be my perfect little wifey. cook for me, fuck for me, cry for me when i need to remind you who's in charge."

you clamp your palm over your mouth, sounds hardly muffled. the quiet room is filled with the wet noises of your pussy being fucked open, it is all sloppy, obscene and if anyone listened carefully they would surely know.

"your parents might hear how much you love being my dumb little slut." he grips you tighter, control beginning to fray as your walls tighten. "such a tight pussy, g'na fill you up with so much seed you won't be able to get it all out." his thrust grow uneven and frantic, muscles flexing as he pins you under him. owning your body with every stroke of his fat cock.

"fuck—holy shit." naoya hisses through gritted teeth, your walls clenching unbearably tight before your pussy spasms. you milk him, creaming in messy rivulets through muffled sobs.

his hips stutter, slamming in deep as he cants them forward like he is attempting to shove further but there is no where left to go. your pussy lips flush and spread at his pelvis, hole pulled wide for his cock and his balls mushed to your ass.

naoya shudders, face flushed and teeth barred as thick ropes of cum splurge from his slit deep into your womb.

your body rocking up to meet his at the sensation of heated shots of cum. naoya waits for a second, drawing his cock back midway before slamming so hard you shriek.

he keeps you plugged full of his seed, dropping more of his weight onto you. somehow, the way he borderline crushes you is comforting.

your chest is heaving as you uncover your mouth and naoya leans down to pepper kisses all over your face. "this pussy's so good for me."

you cling to him like he is the only thing keeping you afloat. it's the only way naoya wants you, dependent on him. you don't need to think, just look at him, he'll do it all for you.

"that's my baby." his breaths are still laboured, and once more he fucks his hips like he has a point to prove as he sloshes his seed and pushes it deeper. "you feel that? s'your future right there—swollen belly, waiting for daddy to come home and fuck you senseless."

you hum, nodding.

when naoya smiles down at you, it's all worth it. he kisses you again, slow and deep. he threads his fingers through your hair to caress you softly.

you'll stick around.

how is it possible that a single layer of fabric could conceal thickened masses of thighs and sculpted calves?

and his eyes. his face.

you wonder how many people have seen him like this. you wonder how many people he has graced with those stunning orbs. they are enchanting. satoru looks unreal. he looks gorgeous.

he looks like some entity that could not possibly be from this world. he is too perfect.

you find yourself wanting every bit of him to yourself. you want him to keep it all hidden and show it to only you.

"fuck, toru." your hand grips his hair a little tighter and he looks up at you. he looks up with fluttering white lashes and steals all the air from your lungs.

his dexterous fingers are gripping the plush flesh of your thigh, keeping you spread open and completely exposed for him. his tongue drags from your leaking slit to the stilted bundle of nerves that he has long coated in sticky saliva.

why is he so good at this?

he pulls away, only an inch, like it physically pains him to leave your weeping pussy. of course it does! he has been dreaming about this since he first saw you.

"i like when you call me that." he softly says, a shiver runs down your back when his heated breath hits your skin. he dives in again, his broad tongue pressing hard against you. he tastes you deeply, he savours every drop coating his tongue.

why is he so good at this? you hate it. you hate that anyone else had him before you. you hate that he's only so good at this because he spent time between someone else's legs.

you've never felt like this with anyone before but satoru is different.

"you do?" your gaze lingers on blushed cheeks and fiery red ears, on the way you can hear him panting like he is so overwhelmed with want.

he seems all flustered but every bit of it is a facade. he nods like he isn't sinking two thick fingers inside of you and pumping them into you slowly and evenly.

his pink lips enclose around your clit. he sucks hard and your back arches almost instinctively.

"i'll say it as much as you want, toru." your words are torn with whiny mewls. his fingers fucking into you quicker like he's pleased. he needs to hear you say it without end.

there's no innocence in him even if his appearance screams it. not when he curls his fingers deep inside you with invigorated prowess.

they stroke your syrupy walls with so much skill, it makes too many feelings rear their ugly head.

jealousy.

possessiveness.

none of which you have ever felt before so why now? and why with him?

you throw your head back, eyes rolling. your mind spinning with too many thoughts that should not be there.

his tongue relentlessly strokes your clit, flicking and licking, it makes your hips buck upwards, you are unable to stay still. your lips parting with high pitched moans of his name.

your slick is staining his fingers, soaking them completely. every wet, sticky squelch meets your ears as he pounds his digits deep inside you.

he pulls back, leaving a kiss right on the mound of your cunt. how could he not be obsessed with you?

"can you look at me, pretty?" you are so pretty, satoru's stomach fills with a tornado of butterflies every time he sees you, hears you, thinks of you.

he swears the blood leaving his heart increases tenfold when you even smile at him.

he feels it again when you look at him this time too. he hasn't grown any less weak for you.

you thought you were finding your bearings and then the bastard flashes that pretty grin at you and everything collapses. his cherub cheek nuzzles your thigh before he sucks down on your skin.

hard.

bruising.

his gaze is trained on yours as he does it and his fingers are fucking into your cunt in a way that makes your thighs tremble and your back arch.

and you keep biting your lips because the sounds you are making are borderline embarrassing.

you are letting out ragged breaths and still you manage to caress the thick tuffs of white hair, he practically purrs at the feeling.

"am i doing good?" he cerulean eyes are still wide but his pupils are blown out. he looks like he's thinking. really hard. he nibbles on his bottom lip before his thumb finds your clit and he rubs even circles. "am i being good for you?"

your body was already rocking under the weight of his movements but you jerk at his words.

his eyes flick up and down unsurely, like he's waiting for your response. like he needs your validation and no one else's.

when you pause for too long he rolls your stilted bundle of nerves a little harder.

"you are." your mouth feels too sodden with spit, no matter how much you swallow it doesn't feel like enough. he lights up. "you're so good, toru. you're making me feel like i'm losing my mind."

he is too. his fingers pull out of you so fast you shriek in surprise. your legs are thrown over his built shoulders and he buries his face in your cunt.

his slick tongue sinks inside you and the borderline whimper he lets out is settling heat in your tummy. your thighs press against either side of his head, hips bucking wildly but you cannot run away.

it's not like you want to.

what sane person would deny a man who looks like an angel? especially one who has his tongue desperately thrashing inside of your soaking pussy like it is his last meal.

satoru isn't teasing and he certainly isn't going slow. the slick muscle drives into you, your insides clenching around him repeatedly. your taste washes over his entire mouth and gives him a permanent addiction.

he'll never recover. he refuses to try.

"why is everything about you so perfect? you taste like heaven, you look too good for this world. too good for me." he pants desperately before lapping at your cunt. the tip of his tongue prods your swollen insides. "how can i not be obsessed with you?" he whines, low and aching. like he can no longer resist.

his tongue slips back into you, deep and endlessly wriggling. his pupils would take the shape of hearts if it were possible. his jaw drops lower, pushing into you like he needs to have more of you in his mouth.

wrapped around his tongue.

ruining him.

your entire body is shaking, the messier he gets, the more frenzied his movements become. your hips are fucking against his face without control, you are gripping his hair so tightly it makes his brows furrow but he likes it.

he won't complain.

your juices are endless, coating his jaw and soaking his tongue.

"oh my-.." your toes curl, your voice a harsh whisper, "right there, fuck." he doubles his efforts, his tongue lashing deep within you, unyielding and so incredibly greedy.

his hunger for you is insatiable, his mouth working you intensely. his nose is pressed to the mound of your pussy and he leaves you breathless.

you shriek, your hips tilting off the sheets like you are aching for more of him.

his large palms find your ass, groping the flesh before he lifts your spent body and angles you in a way that makes his tongue sink deeper. you are seeing stars or maybe your vision is blurred by tears of pleasure.

satoru has reduced you to a muddled mess, one that is grasping at his hair like it is the only thing anchoring you as you writhe beneath him.

the rise and fall of your chest is quickened, your eyes rolling back and your moans filling the room.

he can feel you tensing, he can feel your body coiling like a spring that is on the verge of snapping.

he pulls his tongue out, your taste heavy in his mouth. he only sucks in a small breath before his lips are back on your clit. two fingers filling your cunt again. thick and long and they feel better than yours ever have.

his slick muscle is merciless on your clit, your legs shaking over his broad and muscly shoulders. one strong arm wrapped around your abdomen, reminding you just how wrong you were about him.

your voice is a warbled mess, completely incapable of forming anything sensical.

you want more than just cumming all over his face, more than him licking up every drop that seeps out of you.

you want to be ravaged and used and taken. by him and for him to never extend that to anyone else. only you.

you might not be able to say it but satoru seems to be a mind reader. and he will oblige with heightened enthusiasm.

he scissors his fingers within the confines of your tight cunt, stretching you out, the swipes of his tongue on your clit becoming a blur.

you are leaking so much, it mixes with his spit. it stains your thighs and drips down and he is eagerly drinking it all down like the thought of wasting any hurts.

"toru, m'gonna cum. i'm going t'cum." you whine, you have lost all decency. you are falling apart on his tongue.

you swear you feel him smiling against you. his fingers pound into you deeper and quicker. his tongue battering your sensitive clit, sucking down in a way that makes your teeth grit.

"s'too much. way too much."

and he shakes his head like he hasn't torn you to pieces. as if he does not have you completely at his mercy.

"it's not." his voice rumbles against you. "have so much more to give you."

when he talks like that, how are you suppose to leave him alone. of course you'll want him all to yourself!

you can barely move with the way he has you secured to him, you swear blood is rushing to your already liquified brain.

he feels you clamp down on his fingers, so tight. he wants you on his cock.

your body shakes and rocks, screaming his name as your orgasm hits you. he groans against you, your juices flooding his mouth and he drinks you in. his slick tongue laps between your folds and finds your buzzing clit.

he slowly lowers your body to his sheets, the aftershocks of your orgasm have your thighs trembling and you are whimpering so sweetly.

even as satoru lays you down he is following your cunt with his mouth. you flinch in surprise, he presses against your swollen and messy pussy. kissing her all soft and nicely. he's making out with your cunt, sucking on your lips. tasting, savouring, claiming everywhere he has already had.

you lightly hum at the feeling, your body limp and spent. his eyes are fluttering as he eats up your cunt all over again. his hunger unquenched.

your hand is shaky, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. "c'mere." satoru separates from your pussy with sticky strands of spit connecting to you and slick mess covering his face.

he leaves wet kisses up your body, his nose nuzzling yours once he hovers above you.

he seems to push further against your hand every time you stroke his hair and cheek. like he is addicted, like he needs your touch.

"you're perfect." he hums at the praise, his eyes shutting as he rubs into your palm more. "you're very pretty." he had been hiding it all.

turns out he showed it to other people. you know you shouldn't ask.

it comes out nonetheless. "how many people have you been with before?" his eyes open, hooded and low.

"three." he bites down on his lower lip and then he smiles. "are you jealous?"

he says it teasingly but satoru's cock is aching. it has been this entire time and you look a little in awe when you notice the sheer amount of precum that his thick cock has spewed. he wants you as obsessed with him as he is with you.

"i am." your admission makes his breath catch. you caress his face and then your hand finds his throat. though smaller you are still able to squeeze the sides and leave him gasping. you bring him closer and he whimpers.

he whimpers. all watery and broken.

his body almost collapses as he leans over you more. his heavy cock is hot when it meets the flesh of your thigh.

your lips brush against his, bitten raw and his are glossy with your juices.

"don't be." he can't deny that he likes it though. he wants you to own him. you squeeze a little, to remind him. to make him whine. "no one compares to you, i swear. i've never liked anyone as much as i like you or the way i like you." his eyes keep flickering to your lips. he swallows hard. "they didn't mean anything. you're the only one. you're the only one i want. and.." he breathes shakily, his lips have been brushing against yours with every single word he says. "please kiss me. please. i want you to kiss me." he has been rambling for long enough and he is being so sweet.

you can't deny him.

when his mouth meets yours satoru is shaking. he has to hold himself up with every bit of strength in his body to avoid collapsing on you.

your mouths move in sync, open mouthed and messy. his tongue glides along yours, he presses against you more, deepening the kiss and humming into your mouth.

he's a good kisser. you've kissed him before.

he gasps when you reach down and stroke his cock. it's pretty, thick and long and veiny and so big you know it will ache.

you know it will hurt when he fucks into you.

you want it to hurt. you want him to take you.

you waste no time, rubbing his reddened tip between your sodden cunt and he is melting. you are taking all the strength from his body.

"then show me. show me i'm all you want. that it's me and no one else." you have his cock lined up at your entrance. you are offering satoru everything he has been dreaming about.

he wanted it long before and he'll want it again and again without relent.

he swallows hard but before his cock can truly breach your slit and fuck you full he speaks. "let me get my glasses first."

your expression contorts in surprise. he is still over you, an arm outstretched to grab them off his nightstand.

he fumbles to quickly slip them on "i just need to see everything." he'll finally have your cunt split open on his cock, he needs to commit the sight to memory.

you let out a light laugh and pull him down over you. your legs hook around his waist and you nuzzle his nose.

his glasses slip lower and he has to reach up to adjust them like he always does.

"you're cute, toru."

your satoru is too precious. he's showing you things that he hasn't shown to many people.

your satoru has given you his heart because you're so special.

he'll show you now and he'll keep showing you.

his eyes look stony, gazing at your cunt swallowing every inch. he seems to take in every bit of slick that coats him. you're soaking. you've drenched him entirely.

he can feel you pulsing along him, he can feel your slick hot and sticky on his cock.

he loves your pussy too much for his own good. he's drunk on you and you know it too well. that's why he has to do things like this.

every pump of his hips to fill your cunt, is too slow for you to think straight.

you're aching for a rough pounding, you're aching to sink your nails into his back, to have his chain hanging in your face and his gravelly moans in your ear.

but this.

this is torture. you think this might be the worst punishment you have ever received.

he is mad, you can see it all over his face.

you spent the entire drive home squeezing your thighs together looking at him grip the steering wheel so hard his veins were more pronounced.

maybe you would've behaved if you knew this was what he had in mind.

you would think a man this enraged would have less restraint but somehow it seems to be the opposite for him.

your jaw hangs, a muted whimper escaping you as he cants his hips and sinks his cock inside you again. it feels like forever before his tip kisses your cervix. you can't help that your hips buck forward, you can't help that your legs tighten around his narrowed waist, urging him closer.

he doesn't budge.

his fingers squeeze your hips and you swear you've broken his resolve but you're left hissing in surprise when he pulls out. it's the first thing he has done swiftly all night.

"do you ever listen?" his lips pull back in irritation.

"i said i was sorry." you whine. your cunt clenches around nothing, only leaking with more slick. you're all doe eyed feigning innocence as you look up at him.

"you weren't sorry when you were acting all bitchy" he quips. his darkened eyes trail over your messy cunt, your neglected clit is just begging for his touch. for him to rid you of an itch only he can scratch.

you raise yourself to your elbows, eyes never leaving his. his breath slows when your hand caresses his chest. your skin is far softer than his.

he's only growing angrier.

he finds himself wishing he wasn't this weak for you but truthfully, he wouldn't change a thing.

your touch trails down from his stiff chest to the ridges of his abs. his head tilts to the side, you're really pushing it tonight. you stop just before his cock, your eyes skim over the stiffened thickness of his girth, coated in your wetness and leaking.

you bite down on your bottom lip before your fingers find your cunt, trailing through the wetness, you're so sensitive your back arches as you sink two fingers as deep as they can go.

"i promise i'm sorry. want you to fuck me like you mean it, think i deserve it." your voice is all whiny and soft. all honey dew and sugar coated.

you're spoilt rotten, he's the one responsible for it. you know how to get your way, you're good at it.

but you're forgetting he is as stubborn as you.

your fingers slip out, sticky with strings of wetness and you're spreading your cunt for him to see. he breathes hard.

you jolt when he roughly snatches your hand.

"you think you deserve it?" he says incredulously. "really?"

the corners of your lips tip into a sly smile that you're fighting to conceal.

"mmhm and i really need you." you know how to fuck with his head. you know how to destroy his sanity. "need to feel you deep inside me, need you to fuck me until i can't think."

you're shoved down against the sheets, his hard body meets yours, you hum at the feeling. his eyes are darker. his chest heaves more. you feel his cock brush your dripping hole and your legs instinctively hitch higher on his waist.

"if you want to get fucked, you need to listen." his hands are so much bigger, they enclose your wrists and press them to the sheets.

your tongue slips out to wet your lips and you nod. "i'll do whatever you say."

your jaw hangs in a drawn out moan as his cock slowly fills you. his abs tense due to your relentless clenching.

he's closer now, he's on you now.

you tilt your head up, lips brushing against his but he doesn't lean closer than that.

"keep your hands to yourself." he breathes. "and you only take what i give you."

you nod.

your cunt aches a little more, he's so big. every time he sinks back into you, you feel yourself stretching. he pulls you too wide and goes too deep. it rids your mind of any coherent thoughts.

you're huffing hot breaths, trying to control your hips. trying to be obedient.

your eyes trail over his face. he's pretty.

his lengthy lashes flutter, nose scrunching ever so slightly every time he feels you. he likes being in your cunt, he likes how hot you feel on him. and he likes-

"so fucking tight."

you're smiling. of course you are. your body rocks while he fucks into you. but it's still slow. he rolls his hips forward with a low grunt.

"babe."

he ignores you. he's too busy plunging his aching length inside your messy cunt.

"babe." you whine, a pout on your lips when he meets your eyes. "y'know, you haven't kissed me for the night."

you lean up to nudge your nose with his and he hates the way he falters. he hates the way he can do nothing to stop his hips roughly pounding into you before he finds his bearings.

he hates how pleased you look. he hates the way you dumbly smile with a ditzy look on your face from only a few heavy strokes of his cock. he is breathing hard into your shared air before his jaw clenches.

"listen to me or i won't fuck you at all." he doesn't know how much longer he can hold up this stupid punishment. he wonders if he's punishing you or himself because he has his pelvis flush to yours and your sticky pussy is slurping on him like you don't ever want to let him go.

too tempting.

"you're bluffing."

"try me." he grits his teeth.

he sits back on his knees, you find yourself disappointed at the distance.

"don't move."

he pumps his hips. moving shallowly, only the base of his cock exiting your gummy walls before he fucks it back into you.

you mewl. his dextrous fingers find your clit and he rolls the stilted bundle of nerves for the first time tonight.

he looks pretty like this, he looks pretty with his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock deep in you. he looks pretty with tense shoulders and a heaving chest.

you're really trying your best, you're trying to restrain every bit of you that is begging to touch him. but how can you really help yourself?

he looks good when he's mad. he looks good when his jaw is locked and you think it's cute how he flares his nose.

you know how to push his buttons. you're desperate to push him over the edge and break his resolve.

"it wouldn't make a difference if you stopped, this doesn't count as fucking me anyway." it's terribly unconvincing because your voice is all watery and broken.

he presses hard on your clit before his hand harshly smacks the twitching bundle of nerves, your hips cant upwards on his cock still lodged inside you.

if he was angry before, you feel like steam would be coming out of his ears now.

"you know what? i don't have to deal with this nasty attitude when my hand works fine." you flinch as he suddenly pulls out.

he wouldn't stop, right?

"mine does too." you retort but the ache between your legs is still begging to be quelled.

his arms flex, biceps bulging as his fingers grip your face and he squeezes your cheeks. his eyes are narrow.

oh, you've done it now.

"go ahead, fuck your little cunt for yourself. see if i care." his voice has deepened, strained with anger and his unsatisfied desires.

you can use your hand.

you can fuck your cunt until you cum. you know your body as good as he does but it won't be the same.

that wouldn't be enough.

it would not compare to his heavy body over you, or his fingers knotted in your hair. it would never compare to the girth of his cock pulling you wide open and fucking you until you're plugged full of hot, sticky strands of his seed.

why do it yourself when you can have him?

even if it means begging a little.

"babe, c'mon." you quip. he looks like he has already made up his mind and it won't change.

"i'm sick of your shit." he moves off of you, sitting at the edge of the bed but before he can reach for his boxers you are on him.

he breathes a little harder as your lips find his neck, your hand threading through the thick locks of his hair before caressing his angular jaw and trailing down his firm chest.

he jerks in surprising when your much smaller hand strokes his cock, still hot and sticky from your dripping pussy.

it's all he's thinking about, sinking deep inside you again sounds much better than depriving himself of your cunt.

he wishes you weren't so prissy then he would fuck you the way you're aching for.

"m'sorry." your voice should not be this adorable. no one could possibly resist you.

"yeah, right." he says through gritted teeth, eyes slightly rolling as your delicate hand palms his cock. he can hardly think straight and your goal for the night seems to be destroying him completely.

and then you whine in his ear like a fucking sex drunk slut.

"m'really sorry, y'know i didn't mean it. just missed you." he lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as his eyes flick down to watch the languid strokes of your touch gliding up and down. he is covered in so much slick, so much of you that it's easy to tug at his cock.

"that's your excuse every fucking time. you act like a bitch and then say s'cause you missed me." your finger trails along his ear, a second later your tongue replaces it. he curses lowly, too caught up in the feeling of your lips trailing down the column of his throat. leaving his skin heated with saliva from sucking marks. "how does that make sense, baby?

"you're the one that didn't see me for three days." your voice is less begging now, bordering on irritation as you separate from his neck.

"there's that attitude again." he sucks his teeth, biting back a groan when you squeeze around the base of his thick cock. he tilts his head towards you, his nose nudging yours and he is all too pleased at how quickly you melt.

your eyes go wide and teary, your lips pouted and all he wants to do is bite them until they're swollen red. "i'm sorry, m'sorry, babe." he really is trying to resist you but then your little hand leaves his cock and reaches for his nape to pull him for a kiss so desperate it erases every thought of denying you.

he lets you, he lets you have your way with him. he lets you trip and fall and act like your world will end without him.

he likes you this way.

you're whimpering apologies with your tongue lashing his and he is licking into your mouth with renewed vigor.

he likes knowing how entangled you are in him.

you separate just barely, shared air growing dense with tension, with palpable want. "i'll make it up to you." you hum and his chest heaves as you steady yourself on your knees at his side and lean down to teasingly lick right below his navel.

he swallows hard because your ass is bare and perched out for him to see and all he can think about is how badly he wants to leave it bruised and stinging.

his jaw clenches tight enough to grind stones when your tongue laps over his leaking tip. you were trying to fray his resolve at the edges but it was undone a long time ago and he cannot deny himself of you any longer.

"wonder who you love more, me or my cock?" your breath is hot and damp while your slick tongue glides around his blushed head. his length glistening with the remnants of your juices and resting it's taste on your tongue.

"love you." you whimper, soft hand jerking his cock before your lips press to the tip and saliva is spewed down it.

he likes how nasty you get for him. he loves seeing the defiant heat in your eyes when you're being all mean to him because he knows this is what you'll be reduced to a second later.

he bites down on his bottom lip, hips thrusting up and muscles bulging as your slimy tongue rolls around and prods his slit.

it's hard to believe you love him more than his cock when you have the swollen and dripping head between your puffy lips and you are soaking it with spit after he had it lodged in your cunt.

"you're so big." your voice practically vibrates against his cock before you take it into your mouth, slow and deliberate. he has seen this sight too many times to count but he would never tire of it.

a soft groan rumbles in his chest as you lower yourself further. the taste of you and him, laying heavy on his throbbing erection, is one of salt and sin. the heady mixture instantly makes your head spin.

he has your mouth wide as you take him deeper, he borderline whines when you reach his base. his cock hitting the back of your stretched throat and he has to fight the urge to thrust.

all he can feel is the warmth of you wrapped around him and every muscle gripping him.

"you piss me the fuck off. always get me mad and then do shit like this... s'fucking annoying." he can hardly contain himself when his dick is shoved so deep in your throat that your pretty eyes are watering.

you hum around him, the vibration making his eyes roll before your cheeks hollow and you suck.

you are taking his soul. there is no doubt about it.

then, you go in for the kill because you bob your head and he swears he is seeing stars. "fuck. fuck, baby." his hips jerk, he wants to fuck your mouth, he wants to hold your head down and use your bratty throat as he pleases.

with the feeling of velvety warmth surrounding his cock and your pretty face coated with tears, his hand reaches for your ass.

"look so good with your mouth stuffed like this, can't talk shit when you're choking on my cock, huh?" he gropes the flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and connects with your skin. you jolt, still swallowing his cock over and over until messy strands of spit collect on his length and stream down his balls.

he soothes the sting with soft circles of his callous hand but he's smirking at the way you let out a muffled shriek when he does it again.

"s'not really your fault that you act like this, i know." he coos, eyes narrowing as he glances down at you. his dexterous fingers trail between your ass cheeks before cupping your soaking pussy. "it's hers. she makes you act all stupid, cause you let her do all the thinking."

his hand smacks your messy cunt and you whine around his cock, drooling around his girth.

you pull off with watery eyes, reaching down to rub your sticking spit into his swollen cock. every bit of you has wrecked him, he smacks your puffy cunt again, practically growling when you yelp and your cheek meets the dense muscle of his thigh.

his breathing is ragged while you work his cock, your thumb pressing hard against the vein that pulses along his underside before you lean in to drag your tongue along it.

"you're a fucking menace." he snarls, his hips bucking as he seeks more of your silken touch and your heated mouth.

you tug his cock down to envelop him back in heat as you swallow, your jaw aching at the stretch and your tongue squirming against him. his hand tangles in your hair driving his hips forward until you are gurgling and your lips are wrapped around his base.

he throws his head back, you feel unreal, you drive him insane. "actually g'na kill me." he groans, fucking into your mouth and cooing at the sight of furrowed brows and endless tears as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

"my pretty baby, love when you're being sweet." he hums, voice breaking into a stuttered moan. he can't get enough of your mouth, of the addictive feeling of you and having you at his mercy.

he grips your hair tight, shoving his entire length down your throat before letting go. you pull off his cock, gasping for air, spit and precum webbed in your mouth and sticking to his pulsing length. you sit up, liquid staining your jaw as you swallow the mess.

your pretty face is close to his, "still mad at me?" your voice is raspy all because he had his heavy cock deep in your throat.

he knows it will be sore tomorrow.

he knows that anyone you talk to tomorrow will be able to tell you let him raw your little throat.

"yeah." his voice lowly fills your ears yet he cups your cheek, stroking it gently which tells an entirely different story.

your kiss swollen lips pull into a smile that makes his heart beat quicken.

"won't stop until you're not mad." you clamber onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as you reach down for his hefty cock. you drag the thickness between your folds before position it at your soaking hole.

he grips your thighs as you take him, you both sigh in unison as you slowly take every inch of his pulsing cock. "pussy's so in love with me, look at how she opens up for my cock." he groans but you can tell how little control he has because his nails are digging into your flesh.

"uh huh, loves you s'much." you drawl, looping your arms around broad shoulders, face overtaken by bliss because you finally have what you wanted.

"i know, couldn't even go three days without it cause you're fucking obsessed with me." strong muscular arms surround your waist as you drop down on him, thighs smacking against his and your back arching once you are filled to the hilt.

he has your body flush to his, so much bigger than you that he engulfs you completely. he pulls out only a little before roughly slamming into you and making you shriek.

the stretch hurts so good.

he has your cunt spread and strokes every bit of your gooey insides and now any restraint has long been thrown away.

you desperately kiss him, lips softly smacking and a smug smile tugs at his lips. "just need fucking dick to make you act right. always need me to stuff you with my cock, that's the only time you stop running this slutty mouth."

he says all of it knowing he would live and die for your pussy, he is equally as obsessed with you.

he drives his hips roughly into you, his sodden cock jamming into your walls so hard your teeth grit and your back arches.

"this is what you wanted right? wanted to get fucked so hard that you can't think. look at you, drooling for it like a slut." his lips curl back in a snarl, wet squelches filling the room with every pound of his hips.

you whine, your hands scrambling on muscly and broad shoulders as your mind goes blank. "yes, yes, s'all i wanted! feels so good." he hugs you tighter, squeezing your body against him, fingers digging into your flesh.

your body is shaking as he pounds open your sopping pussy, roughly jolting from the weight of his thrusts, your thighs practically peeling away from his each time.

you gasp into his mouth when he hits a spot deep inside you that has you entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him claiming your cunt again.

his jaw drops into a moan too, cheeks reddened and brows furrowed before his tongue flicks out. yours meets his, slimy muscles glide together as his pulsing cock drags along your insides.

"fucking nasty, your pussy is so messy for me. she's crying on my cock cause she wanted it so fucking bad. would've fucked her out earlier but you just had to be a bitch."

your fingers knot in thick tuffs of hair and he hisses when you roughly pull. you arch against him like you want to be closer even though your skin is flush to his built body.

"you love it, you love when i'm a bitch. love when i fight you and make you chase me." your plush lips part in a high pitched moan because the weight of his thrusts only increases. "s'why you fuck me like this." you whimper.

he jerks his hips, rough and powerful, it hurts. your body grinds against his and he only fucks you harder, the rhythm punishing. your forehead meets his, gasping for air because he takes it all away. his fingers are digging into your flesh and you know without a doubt they leave bruises in their wake.

"yeah." he leans in to lick into your mouth, using your body like a weightless fuck doll. "i love when my baby thinks she can mouth off to me cause it means i can fuck you like the little slut you are. don't have to feel bad about being mean to you when you deserve it." he snarls but he leans in to claim your lips in a sweet kiss.

his firm muscles are all tense and straining, your thighs trembling while he continues to buck upwards, absolutely no exhaustion overcoming him.

he kisses down your sternum before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling the pert bud with his tongue and biting down. he groans when you tug his hair but he's sucking down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

"you're fucking hot, baby. s'annoying." one arm keeps you secured to him, entirely at his mercy. his other hand wrapping around your throat, that's dwarfed by the size of his palm. he squeezes, enough to make you feel it, feel him.

his cock slips out shallowly and slides back into your soaked cunt with a filthy suctioning noise like your pussy wants to keep him stuck deep inside you. like she never wants to let him go.

your trembling thighs are stinging every time dense muscle meets the underside, your body already aching from the rough fucking.

"cunt's still tight as hell. doesn't matter how many times i've fucked her, she's still strangling my cock." creamy white has started collecting at his base, each thrust driving into you harder than the last and he is slamming your body down to meet every movement.

he presses his lips to yours, tongue fucking into your mouth like his cock is drilling into your pussy. he can taste himself on your tongue.

your body convulses, cunt incessantly clenching around him and it only goads him to drive deeper into you. your nails scrape at his shoulders, it seems he has fucked you entirely dumb.

his touch glides up your back before raking down your spine, leaving similar red welts. you are shivering in his lap, your cunt drenching him so much that it stains his thighs and drips down his heavy balls.

you can only let out ragged gasps as his cock throbs inside you with a steady pulse. you swear you feel every single vein on his thick cock.

"giving you exactly what you wanted, always do. got you so spoilt." his voice is low and it only makes your cunt squeeze him.

his lips find yours, hungry and demanding and you reciprocate with your tongue messily tangling with his. "so fucking tight."

he growls against your mouth, meanly pounding up into you. you can't take much more. your brain is scrambled and tears have long been streaming down your face.

"you love it, love me and my cunt and how it chokes your cock." it is throbbing, it is spewing strings of pre cum in you already.

"nasty girl, you get so nasty for me." he reaches down to strum at your swollen and jittery clit. your cunt spasming and guzzling around him. "could fuck you forever, i could live inside your pussy."

"you better." you've left streaks of red scratches down his back and chest, desperate on his skin as you lose your bearings. "you better fuck me forever, don't want you to ever stop."

he lowly laughs at your admission, his eyes blown out with desire.

his swollen lips curl back in a snarl, holding you flush to him as he quickens his hips. your pussy sucking on his cock as he begins to drill into you rougher then before, harder than before. hitting so deep you swear your vision is turning white.

he hits that spot inside you every single time, the knot in your stomach binding tighter and tighter.

your fingers pull his hair but it does little to move him, shrieking watery moans every time his cock plunges into you. you grit your teeth, lids fluttering to send an onslaught of fresh tears down your cheeks.

you are shaking, your syrupy walls spasming and gripping him tightly. he is rolling your clit quickly and intensely.

your body is jolting like you want to get away but you are holding him and pressing against him like you need him to fuck you to completion.

you can feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven the longer he fucks you.

"g'na cum, babe. m'gna cum." you whine, crying as your head drops to his firm shoulder, you are jerking with zero restraint.

"give it to me, baby. cum all over my cock, show me how much you love it." your gummy walls quiver against him, spasming before wrapping around him so tight that he is hissing. the rhythmic pulsing has his eyes rolling before your pussy floods with your release.

it coats his cock endlessly but even then he doesn't stop fucking you open.

"s'too much, fuck it's too much." you whine and his eyes flash.

he lets you go, you barely steady yourself on trembling hands as you rest them back on his knees.

both your eyes find the messy exchange of your pussy pulled wide around his cock, your slick covering him. callous hands grip your waist and he pumps into you, quickly and unevenly.

his abs tensing and biceps bulging. you feel too good on him, you feel like heaven sent.

"take it. fucking take it all, cause this is what you were acting up for." he can barely get the words out, they're all gruff and gravelly.

his expression is overtaken by open mouth moans as he watches his cock plunge into your pulled apart slit.

you shriek at how hard he grips you, at the sting of his thighs clapping against yours. all he is looking at is how completely ruined you are.

"you're so fucking perfect." his voice breathy and drawn out, brows knitted together before his jaw hangs and his hips slam up to fill you to the brim.

you're crying out his name, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you then thick spurts of cum coat your insides. the heated liquid streams deep within you and once he has thoroughly creamed your pussy, he gathers you into his arms.

your fingers thread through his hair and your lips meet his.

"i love you so much." he pants.

"i love you too." you whisper, a bit dopey and in awe when a smile spreads across his face. he looks good when he's angry and seething but he arguably looks better like this, with flushed cheeks and softened eyes. with sweaty skin and ruffled hair. you're admiring him as you lay limp against him.

"i hope you learned your lesson."

you lightly laugh, pressing a wet smooch to his lips and though you're nodding your head the mischievous smile on your face is proof that you're plotting your next scheme.

luckily, he loves dealing with your little attitude.

truly how can you gain any control when the veins pulse against your gummy insides and his balls collide with your skin with every thrust.

you are filthy for him but there is no way you would ever stop it.

his muscles bulge and contort, his body tensing all because he is pounding his cock into you.

"ren." you whimper. he seems to shiver as your voice meets his ears. he practically bares his teeth before slamming his lips onto yours. your body jerks with the weight of his movements. as he pulls out and pushes right back into you so fast you are seeing stars.

his tongue slips into your mouth, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. to kiss you harder and make your mouth his for the millionth time.

there is so much spit you do not think you would ever finish swallowing. when he leans back your hands find the lengthy locks of hair to keep him close.

the smacking sounds of your lips connecting in open mouthed sloppy kisses only makes you wetter. it makes your pussy grip him tighter and soak him more.

eren's composure dwindles further, he slams his cock into you and your eyes roll back. your head presses into the sheets, nails digging into his skin. his back is covered in scratches but eren does not mind.

not when he loves the sting of your nails dragging along his flesh. not when he takes off his shirt and everyone can tell that he got to lose himself in your sweet cunt.

"eren! ren!" your pussy slurps him up and drips desperately, begging for cum. aching to be bred.

"that's it." his large hand encloses around your throat. he tightens his hold, you jolt at the feeling. you swear you are drooling. you swear your brain has stopped functioning.

"tell me who's fucking you, pretty baby." his tongue flicks out to lave over your lips. you want it in your mouth again. you want to kiss him. "tell me who's deep in your pretty pussy."

you whine like a freaked up slut. eren is too big, he stretches you out too wide but he feels so good. so good that you would take it regardless.

"it's you ren. only want eren to fuck me." you will not let him fuck anyone else. you do not want anyone else to have him, not when he is only yours to have.

"yeah? you take it so well. you don't have to do shit but exist and you drive me crazy." he shoves particularly deep into you.

"ren!" you cry, tears leaking down your face while you are breathless.

his hair hangs down and even overtaken by pleasure you find yourself holding it back to see his pretty face. why is he so pretty? why is eren so good at this?

"say it again." he groans. he grips your throat and your cunt clenches on him repeatedly. "c'mon baby, say it for me. say it and i'll fill this pussy with so much cum you won't be able to get it all out. don't you want it?"

"fuck, ren. i want it, i want you." you brokenly rasp in a high pitched wanton whine. eren wants to be the only thing in your every thought. the only name on your tongue. the only one you look at.

him and absolutely no one else.

he sits up onto his knees, ripping the stimulation away. he only pumps into you shallowly. your legs slip from his shoulders instead hooking around his narrow waist.

your shaky hand reaches between your legs, fingers rubbing furiously at the stiff nerves of your cum sodden clit. your body rocks at the stimulation, liquid dripping from your slit and onto the cock that pulls you apart. it is so hot, it warms you from the inside.

"you're too fucking sexy. all i want to do is knock you up." your breath stutters at his words. "you'd like that wouldn't you? who do you think our baby would look like?"

"you, want 'em to look like you."

"mm, but i want my baby to look like their pretty mama." his palm finds your body, trailing along your stomach and lingering for a moment. "we should have a couple." you have no complaints. you nod your head.

he cups your breasts, leaning over you to lap at your stiff nipples. "i wonder how these will look when they're filled with milk, they're already so perfect." your hips rock to stimulate yourself on the thickness of his cock.

you are borderline desperate. you mewl and moan. your fingers finding his skin.

"guess my cock isn't enough. no, you want my seed too, you want me to breed this little cunt and make you a mommy." he huffs, you lose your mind the more he talks to you.

the more you think about the things he says.

your hand strokes down your clit to fleshy walls and as he slowly slides out more, your fingers find the base of his cock.

"that's what i want too. i want to give you it all." his voice is airy and strained.

"i need it, ren." your words are muddled by the high of sex. from having him make you his all over again.

you squeeze his base, sticky liquid staining your digits. "fuck me, ren, please fill me up." tears blur your vision. he wrecks you, he ruins you but he keeps you together. he makes you whole.

"beg for it, baby." he is only teasing. truthfully, you do not have to beg. no, eren just wants to hear your pretty voice say it over and over again. for you to ask him to fill your pussy to the brim with cum until there is no way you are not pregnant.

eren slowly slips out and sinks back within your hot sticky walls. it is slow and intentional. your cunt is begging, needing and craving more. you cannot get enough of him.

you desperately rock your hips to meet his movements, to keep him inside.

surely you do beg. with broken whines and the most sincere pleas. when eren is satisfied, he swipes your tears and pounds into you until you see white. he wraps you in his arms and shoves his cock so deep you feel every inch.

until your head blanks and you are creaming around him but you do not want him to stop!

no, you want him to keep fucking your pussy, to keep slamming his hips into you until his head is seated between the walls of your cervix and he is shooting every bit of his load into your womb where it belongs.

until he groans, "i fucking love you," into the crook of your neck while fucking his cum back inside.

and you can say, 'i love you, too.' because eren is all you need.

he hunches over you, his bony chest meeting your back. his balls are squished between your bodies as he presses on the small of your back and ruts into you. it is borderline painful.

he puffs heated breaths, "don't cry s'much." he slurs. he leans down to cover your swollen lips in a messy kiss. he licks into your drool filled mouth, silencing your sobs and a few kisses are all it takes to have you fawning for him again.

you take any and every thing that he is willing to give you.

"don't like it like this." you whine when he pulls away, the strand of saliva sticking to your chin as you mush your face to the sheets.

you say that yet you are pushing your ass back on him. you say that but your cunt is tightly gripping his cock like you need it to survive.

he sneers, nails digging into your flesh, the jagged edges nicking the skin. his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.

everything is sticky and your eyes squeeze at the feeling. he shoves back in roughly making you jolt.

"but your pussy likes it. your little cunt likes being filled with cock, she's soaking for it." your fingers flex under his hold, you can feel his eyes burning into you, can feel his body against your skin, you wish you could hide.

you cannot at all, not when he is pressing down on your back and has you at his whim. has you in a position where he can fuck you as hard and fast as he wants.

"i want to see your face." you brokenly speak, his spit slick tongue comes out to lave over your cheek, licking up your tears as he pounds his cock into you.

"you are so fucking spoilt." shigaraki's gravelly voice fills you ear, his free hand slips under you, rolling your stilted bundle of nerves.

the pert of his nipples grazes on your back with every sharp movement that has his cock prodding at your cervix. has it dipping deep in your slurping cunt and stretching your hole until it fits perfectly around him.

"fuckkk." he drawls, your body is so soft, so comfortable. you whine, your ass pushing more into him, your body moving with his thrusts. he is putting all his weight onto you, forcing you into the bed completely.

his hand squeezing your neck so tightly you gasp. his jaw hangs, spit trailing down the side of his mouth as his eyes roll back. he is not focused on you, he is focused on how good your slick cunt feels.

how your insides seem to suck him in and grip his cock. it feels like you are milking him dry, like you are squeezing his release out of him and into your pussy.

shigaraki's movements grow sloppy, his strokes are no longer full. his body shakes, humping you shallowly but somehow it hits every spot inside of you.

he is fucking into you with desperation, loud paps and squelches fill the room as your cunt tugs him in.

the swollen walls of your warm insides make it difficult for him to function. he feels like he is short circuiting.

"shouldn't feel this good!" he whimpers. you turn him into a mindless freak who only cares about sticking his cock in your warm, soaking hole.

he hates that you have that power over him.

your ass feels bruised at this point, his pelvic bones colliding with your skin so often you wince.

he is forceful and uncaring, vigorously fucking you with everything in him and his hips stutter before he is releasing heavy drops of his load into you.

you grit your teeth, not able to move with how he forces you down onto the sheets. his hips rock, head leaning back and his lips parted.

it is so hot and thick, it feels like your stomach is bulging from the amount. he is still humping you whilst his cock spurts streams of his load along your walls.

the milky cream coating your cunt and leaking its way into your puckered cervix. he collapses onto your back, your clit rubbed raw although you have not came once.

shigaraki pants, still grinding into the swell of your ass to fuck his seed back into you. the excess spews past the perimeter of his length, making your cunt messier.

he covers you, using all of his weight to keep you pinned to the mattress and only focused on him.

despite your squirming, he is unmoved.

"stop your fucking whining." he pinches your nipple. "your pussy feels good." he says it like it is the most renowned compliment in the world. like it does not reduce you to one thing alone. he nuzzles your cheek like he was not awful just a moment before.

you eyes are still teary, "nothing else?" you mumble. he shakes his head but it is only to get you angry. to see your lips tremble and tears fill your eyes. to see how hard you try not to cry but fail.

he knows you want to move but you cannot in this position.

not when he has you trapped beneath him, your cunt filled to the brim with his cock and his cum.

"get off!" shigaraki does not like when you talk to him like that. his teeth nip at your throat.

"be nice to me." he rasps. you want to but when has he ever been nice to you?

you can still feel his cum dripping inside you while his heavy body is flushed to you. you can barely breathe when he has you secured under him by lean muscle.

you are not sure how long he keeps you in the puddle of his semen before he pulls out.

his cock bobs between your legs as he sits up, you are wincing at the feeling. the slick mess of his cum leaks out of you.

you feel dirty.

he does not bother asking, his rough fingers tug you to face him but you slump further into the sheets.

you hear him huff at your resistance and then he is forcing you unto your back.

he hovers over you, thick strands of hair hanging down and framing his features.

"i thought you wanted to see my face." you did. you wanted to more than anything else. in a way you like to pretend that he is yours as much as he says you are his.

your eyes trail over his pretty red eyes and his blushed skin. his swollen lips and his sunken cheeks. you want him closer.

he should be the last person you find comforting but you cannot help that you do.

your hand strokes his aching cock, thumb massaging the prominent vein on the underside.

he lurches forward his stiffening erection meeting your slit. you mutely cry as he shoves it inside all at once.

he groans lowly, rocking his hips before his lips meet yours. he sloppily kisses you as he fucks his cum back inside of your cunt.

your hands greedily find purchase in his skin, trying to convince yourself that you mean something to him.

he takes and takes with no consideration. perhaps this is your purpose. to give without a care.

to give shigaraki every bit of you.

it only made sense for someone with a quirk like yours.

you look too prim and proper to be here, too good to be on the end of his cock but ken would rather die than let anyone else have you.

his jaw locks at the thought, pounding into your cunt so hard that it hurts. you are gripping him like a vice, clenching down like you want him to stay inside of you forever.

messy strands cover him, the perimeter of his dick is surrounded by a ring of white. his abs tense beneath the material of his tank top. his cocks throbs along your insides, desperately aching because of the tightness of your gummy walls.

"you like getting fucked like this?" draken growls, his biceps flex with every movement. he digs his nails into your skin when you eagerly bob your head.

he grits his teeth, leaning over you. you whine as the coldness of his chain meets your back. he thrusts so deep in your pussy, he digs a bulge into your tummy every single time. you swear you see stars.

tears cloud your vision and you whimper brokenly. "you know." his breath dusts along your ear as he pulls your head up. he glimpses over the tears on your face. "i don't like fucking you this way." you hardly have the ability to decipher his words over the squelching of your cunt.

"got you hiding that pretty face from me, got me fucking you like i hate you." his fingers wind around your throat, tilting you towards him to slip his tongue past your swollen lips. it is a messy exchange of spit. your cunt pulses around draken's cock and you mewl into his mouth.

"when i love you so much." he breathes out as he pulls away. he covers you completely, your head drops again, nails digging into your palms. your body rocks in tandem with his thrusts, mind blanking. you swear you see white the more he fucks you.

"please, please, please." you cry, your eyes squeezed tightly while your pussy drenches him. you feel hot everywhere, and you can certainly feel your stomach moving with each intrusion of his cock.

"what do you want, baby?" all you can focus on is him. his gravelly voice in your ear makes you moan. you want him like this always, you only want him to touch you.

"cum in me." you speak shakily, overtaken by him inside you. the rumble in draken's chest reverberates through your entire body.

his hard chest is flush to your back, he kisses along your neck. "say it again." he pounds into your body, pulling you back to meet every thrust.

"c'mon baby, tell me or you won't get it." he says like he would ever deny you. your hands frantically reach back to find his where they are gripping you.

"ken." you breathily whine, as if the thought of him depriving you hurt. "i want you to." you voice breaks with the weight of him slamming into you. "i want you to cum inside me." the words are all jumbled.

tears leak down your face, your body shaking. he fucks into you hard and fast. his head tucks into your neck, he nuzzles your hair, groaning lowly. your cunt sucks on him, tightly pressing down around the large girth of his cock.

your body shakes, cum leaking as he messily stuffs you. the sticky liquid splatters onto the floor. draken can feel you squeezing him so tight, his head goes blank.

his thrusts grow harder and sloppy. he fucks you like a fuck doll, like his personal slut at his beck and call. it is wet smacks of skin, harsh enough to sting before he finally presses his hips flush to the swell of your ass.

an onslaught of viscous cum is spewed along your gummy walls. he is left panting as he rests his weight against your back, cum leaks from your filled hole.

"did so good, baby." he breathes, kissing your hair and nape while his hand cups your distended stomach.

his callous palm strokes your flesh, gently rocking his hips.

"you okay?" you sniffle, bobbing your head.

draken kisses your shoulder and pulls out. you whine at the loss, thighs pressing together instinctively. he hurriedly tugs your panties over your dripping cunt. the fabric is soiled a second later. draken does not care.

something about you walking around full of his seed, makes him all the more possessive.

his large palms lift you by your waist to sit you on the counter facing him.

he tugs the towel from his shoulder, tucking his cock into his pants before he nudges your knees apart to wipe between your legs.

"you're too pretty." his narrowed eyes trail over your teary eyes and spit slicked lips.

"i love you, ken." he stills when your soft voice meets his ears. his breath shakes, he could never get over hearing you say that.

his forehead meets yours "i love you." the smile you give him makes draken weak in every way.

"i love you like crazy." he hopes you never forget it.

toji notices how pretty you are when you are laughing with your friends at the bar, it is the greatest sound to ever grace his ears.

he moves closer and he realises your beauty is beyond compare.

he can tell that you are not his age. no where near it. though something about you demands his attention, he concedes because his gaze never wanders from every perfect feature on your gorgeous face.

oh, do not think he has not noticed your banging body. how could he ever ignore it when your clothing clings to you like a second skin?

toji tells himself, he will keep things light. a little fling never hurt anyone.

he surely looks sleazy approaching you no matter how attractive he is. you can visibly see how much older he is by the greys scattered amongst strands of jet black. he has fine lines on his otherwise clear skin.

"what's your name, doll?" you look a little shaken by the depth of his voice. he pursues his lips when your friends start giggling and playfully nudging you but your eyes are on his face and on his body and the longer your stare at him the more interest you are.

he looks big in far too many ways, his hands look like only one is enough to engulf your throat entirely. his shoulders and back are broad but they taper into a narrow waist, his sleeves are straining against his biceps and usually you would hate skinny jeans on a man but here toji is with his thick muscular thighs completely outlined by the material.

a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when your hand comes up to fan your face. he already knows your name because your friends are screeching it like a group of seagulls.

"yn, pretty name for a prettier woman." he speaks lowly, you are a bit off put by the pick up line cause ... why is it so lame?

it does not matter! it only takes 10 minutes of his sweet talk and you find yourself in his car with his tongue down your throat.

well, the minute you sat in his car toji covered your mouth with his. his lips are soft and you can feel the scar as he kisses you.

truthfully, you suck at this. your teeth are hitting his and sometimes scraping his tongue. you are going too fast and being too aggressive.

it still feels good though, he moans into your mouth but you do not make a sound.

you might be terrible at it but toji does not mind the sloppy make out session.

he pulls away, his cock already aching in his jeans, his hand grips your throat a little tighter. "you're so sexy." his voice is husky, it does not sound like his normal tone in the slightest.

you blink and toji is too caught up in the proximity of your pretty face that he flinches when you laugh.

you laugh, a hand reaching up to muffle the sound.

"what's up?" he asks after a second.

"nothing." your body shakes with giggles. "it was just funny."

he is a little baffled if he is honest. he never got that reaction before but you lean in and kiss him again. his hands grow more greedy, gliding between your legs and under your clothing. squeezing your breasts and stroking your sides.

that is as far as it goes. toji gets to slip his wet tongue into your mouth and touch you a little before you say you are going back to your friends.

he should let you go.

he should pretend the awkward encounter never happened. but he asks for your number. he messages you that same night.

you go on one date and you have toji hook line and sinker.

toji takes all of your firsts.

your first kiss, your first date.

your first time, when you asked him "do you think they're small?" as you grope your boobs. here you are lying beneath him looking like an angel that is too good for him and asking him that as if he has not lavished your pretty titties and buried his head between your legs to drink every drop leaking from your syrupy cunt.

"y'know i love your titties, doll."

"but they're not that big." you quip with a pout on your kiss swollen lips.

"doesn't matter, you're hot."

you are grinning like an idiot when his cock finally breaches your pussy.

the first time you suck his dick feels unreal, your throat is tight and you keep drooling, so much slick spit drenches his cock and stains your jaw.

"so fucking messy, baby." he groans, his hand coaxing over the back of your head and though he has half a mind to push your head down until his cock is seated far too deep in your virgin throat. he refrains.

"what the fuck? i told you no fucking teeth." he yelps as your teeth scrape along the underside of his heady cock. you have this mammoth of a man yelping. he would feel bad for how hard he is gripping your hair but he swears you are laughing even with his dick lodged in your mouth.

toji is appeased by your slow, inexperienced bobs as you swallow his cock over and over again. he forgets ever being mad at you when he is wrapped up in your throat that squeezes him so sweetly.

he enjoys your lips stretched around his base, your nose nuzzling short hairs and tears leaking from your pretty eyes.

your mouth is so hot and warm and you look so fucking gorgeous when you are sucking dick.

he has your lips coated in pre but he needs to see more.

he needs more than this.

he is pulling you off his cock, moaning obscenely at the sight of your hanging jaw, spit webbed in your mouth and strands netted to his length.

he jerks a rough hand around his thick cock a few times before he is spurting ropes of cum all over your face. you receive no warning but your eyes tightly shut when heated milky liquid coats your cheeks.

toji swears he can feel himself growing hard again at the sight.

"fuck, you look perfect like thi-.."

"ew, ew, ew! oh my-... it's so gross!!" you shriek. hands frantically swiping away at sticky cum.

oh, you prissy little bitch.

times like this toji realises why he does not go for virgins.

yet, you are his girlfriend.

his pretty, young girlfriend.

you are the reason everyone envies him. sure, on a daily basis you call him 'old man' as if toji was some weirdo that could not help but chase you (that's literally what he was though!!) and it irritates him to no end.

"i'm surprised you lasted that long, old man."

"as soon as it's 9 you'll fall asleep, old man."

"missed you so much, old man."

in your whiny little voice.

you will be in his arms and toji feels content but then you call him that and he will not hug you for the rest of the night. he will ignore even apology and every plead and every time you shake his unmoving body. you are left with his back facing you as he sleeps.

but toji likes the way your little body presses to his back and you tightly wrap your arms around him in a way that he swears no one could possibly pry you away from him.

you call him old man but you also call toji babe.

he likes nothing better than his younger girlfriend calling him babe when he picks you up from work or when you crawl into his lap as he is watching the sports channel.

he likes how you hold his hand and swing it when you both go out on a date, rambling about any and everything and toji is keeping count of the amount of times babe falls from your pretty lips.

you call him babe whenever you want something too.

"babe." your voice is soft, he can tell from here that you are speaking through pouted lips. he walks over to the couch, your head hanging off the edge and your feet propped on the back.

"told you to stop doing that." he sits beside you and almost immediately you clamber into his lap. your face nuzzling his neck and your legs on either side of him.

you whine when big, strong arms wrap around you and toji squeezes you a little. he always does that.

"what's got you so clingy today?" his hands slowly trail up and down your back as he inhales your scent.

when toji does not get a response, his lips part to ask again.

"ow!" he jolts at the sudden sting of pain. you bit him. your teeth dug down into the side of his neck and it hurt.

he pulls you back by your nape. "what is your problem?" his fingers pinch your cheek so tight you are batting at his hand but he does not relent.

he can see sharp teeth, you are like a puppy that considers him your chew toy.

"s'your fault, babe. you look super handsome right now! all the time actually." you shift on his lap, your cunt dragging along the bulge that is pressing right against you.

since being with toji, you have developed a nasty little oral fixation.

you are genuinely like a teething puppy.

toji has had to brush off too many questions about the marks you left on his biceps, his forearms, his shoulders, his neck.

this man has not known peace with you around (he would not have it any other way).

"no, you just always need something in this mouth." he sneers but there is no genuine anger behind it. not when two fingers fill your mouth and you suck almost instinctively.

you are slumping against him a second later, your drool dripping down his arm and soaking his clothes but he does not really care. you are sucking on his fingers until they start pruning up.

sometimes, that is all it takes but others times that is not enough to satiate you.

sometimes, you need to take toji's cock deep in your throat so you can suck until you are satisfied.

it is torture.

truthfully, he does not know why he indulges you so much when all it does is leave his cock achy and twitchy and far too overstimulated.

you would much rather swallow every drop of his cum than have it on your face, it does not take long for him to realise that.

when you are not sucking his cock, or his fingers or leaving teethy marks across the muscular planes of his body you are in toji's ear saying "i love you so much, babe." and toji is saying it back before the last syllable leaves your lips.

they say virgins are clingy but there is no one as clingy as toji when it comes to you.

while he does not usually go for virgins. you have more than stolen his heart and he is happily obliged to let you keep it hostage forever.

can't believe i've never written anything 4 toji b4