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Your quiet voice stops him in his tracks, turning back around to look at you. His eyes meet your half lidded ones, still droopy from sleep. You let out a small yawn that makes his heart flutter as you shuffle to sit up more.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He smiles down at you, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed.

Your tail begins to wag and softly thump against the bed at the sound of his voice. “Hi.” You move closer to him, letting out a pleased hum when his hand comes to sooth over the top of your head. “I missed you, lots.”

Your words make his heart ache, reminding him just exactly how long he had left you alone for. “I missed you, too.” His mood quickly shifts when you whine and tug on his shirt for him to lay in bed with you, immediately smiling at your neediness. “I got you. C’mere, baby.”

He lays down flat on the bed, right in his designated spot—just how you like it. As soon as he’s at level with you and after you’ve had more time to blink some of the sleep away, you instantly climb on top of him. His laugh rumbles through his chest, tickling your face when you bury it there. You’d blush with embarrassment at your clinginess—and especially the way you greedily take in his scent—if you weren’t so enthralled with having him home again.

Not that he minded. Seeing the way your tail wags faster and faster the more you wake up and the longer you take in the smell of him has his heart throbbing and internally swooning at the sight of you. His hands make their way to you. One rubbing up and down your back gently and the other beginning to scratch behind one of your ears.

Maybe it was the pleased hum that escapes your lips, the way you peak your round, puppy eyes at him from where your face is buried in his chest; the way your tail began to thump wildly against his thigh as you looked at him like he hung the stars by hand just for you. Maybe it was a combination of all of these things and then some, but something made his heart sore and blood rush to his core.

“Wanna give daddy a kiss?”

Your ears perked up immediately at the title and instinctively your heart pounds in your chest at the implications. Kirishima only ever called himself this in bed. It was a title reserved specifically for your special playtime so you knew what it meant whenever he would ask you questions like this. Despite it happening rarely to almost never, you could say no, or that you wanna give ‘your Eiji’ a kiss, and he’d know you weren’t in the mood for playtime. But the way you eagerly cling onto him while simultaneously wiggling your way up his body—not wanting to part from his touch any more than you have to—he knows your answer even before it falls from your lips.

“Mhm!” Your legs now straddle either side of his waist instead of being tangled with his like before. Your body is pressed as close as possible against his while still allowing you to come face to face with him. Your tail wags behind you as his hands make their way to cup your face, making you let out an eager whimper in return.

“Good puppy.”

Before you can even respond with the cute squeal he loves to hear so much, he pulls your face down to his and presses your lips firmly against his—much preferring the feel of you against him than sounds he knows he’s going to pull from you later.

You let out a surprised ‘hmph’ when he pulls your lips against his, but he eagerly swallows it as he begins to move his lips against yours. The kiss starts off slow, letting you get accustomed to it before he amps up the tempo. What was once a slow and sweet kiss is now a mess of spit and moans as you desperately await for his tongue to reenter your mouth every time you pull away for air.

“Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Though he finds your eagerness far more than endearing, he knows how worked up you can get and wants to do everything in his power to make you feel good.

“But I missed you.” Your whine tickles his lips and he can’t help the groan he lets out through curled up lips as you roll your body against his—desperate for any kind of relief that will sooth the steadily growing ache between your legs.

You missed him so much and now that he was finally home you couldn’t contain yourself. You spent the whole day thinking of him. Missing him. Now that he was pressed up against you there was no way you’d be satisfied until you felt all of him.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m gonna take care of ya. Promise.”

His words help calm you down a little bit—the promise of what you know is about to come soothes the way your heart races and chest tightens with inexplicable need to have all of his attention. Even if that same relief doesn’t transfer down to your throbbing clit and fluttering hole that’s dripping with your arousal.

You can only nod your head, sitting as still as you can while your lower half fights not to squirm against him.

“Good, puppy. Let’s get my baby taken care of then, yeah?” His smile up at you is infectious, making your own lips curl up to mirror him. Your nodding only becomes more enthusiastic and your tail begins to wag happily again. He chuckles at your reaction and sits up, taking you with him. “So cute, ya know that? Got the cutest puppy in the world.”

The kisses he leaves all over your face draw giggles and soft squeals from you, and your heart flutters in your chest. “Eiji!”

He continues his kisses as he lays you down on the bed, gently holding your head in his hand while he guides you to rest back against the pillows. “It’s true! I’m one lucky guy!” He pulls his face away from yours briefly, just enough to look at you. His hand that’s on your head stops at your ears, giving them a mix of scratches and massages while he settles himself in between your legs.

On instinct, your legs wrap around his waist, reminding you of the uncomfortable mess growing between them. You wind your arms around his shoulders and pull him into you as close as possible, embarrassed at the thought of him being able to feel your heart pounding in both your chest and your cunt which is now pressed snuggly against him. “I love you, Eijiro.”

His heart skips a beat at your words. No matter how many times you say them or show him just how much you love him, he never fails to feel like he’s on cloud nine when he’s reminded of just how much his sweet little puppy loves him back. “I know, sweetheart.” He smiles all the way down till his lips brush yours, just barely pressing them against you. “Just let daddy take care of you and show you how much he loves you, too. Okay?”

Your answer comes out as more of an excited squeak, only barely able to hear the “okay” you say in return. Either way it doesn’t matter because as soon as you reply his lips are fully pressed against yours once again and it’s like the heat settling in your core comes back to life with full force.

The whine you let out against his lips is muffled, yet still loud enough to let him know exactly the effect he has on you from merely meeting his lips with yours. Your hands can’t help the way they card through his hair, running your fingers through the strands and half mindedly admiring how soft it feels between your fingers. They curl through the roots of his hair, grasping at any part of him you can as he steals the air from your lungs.

He only pulls away when you're panting and mewling against his mouth, moving back to trail his lips down to your jaw and continuing down the side of your neck. His lips stop right below your ear, now starting to lick and nip at the sensitive skin there as he pleases. He knows he’s doing this for you, and doing everything in his power to make you feel good—but gods, the sight and sound of you reacting to him pleasuring you always left him weak to your every action.

“Ngh..” You whine softly when his lips focus on your weak spot, reminding him of just how pretty you sound with the noises he draws from you. Your hips squirm underneath his, already growing more and more needy with just a few kisses and a little bit of attention from your owner.

One of his hands has to come and pin your hips down to the bed, drawing another whine from you—this time one of discomfort rather than pleasure.

“Daddy…” You pout despite knowing he can’t see you with his face still buried in your neck. You try to buck your hips again but his grip is too firm, drawing out a cry of frustration from your lips when he pulls away completely.

“Can’t keep grinding against me or daddy’s gonna cum before he gets the chance to fuck you. We don’t want that, right?” His hands pet over the top of your head as he talks, hoping to soothe you a bit so he can properly take care of you.

“N-no.” You pout back with drooping ears and an expression that is similar to one of anguish. “But I need you so bad. Hurts.”

“Oh, baby…” He coos down at you, frown formed on his perfectly puffy lips. “Here.” He shifts around in his spot so only one of his thighs is slotted between yours and is pressed firmly against your aching and swollen cunt. A low groan escapes his lips once he feels how warm and wet you are, even through the material of your panties and his pants, making his cock twitch in the confines of his pants. “That way daddy won’t cum too soon and you can still hump something like the needy puppy you are, yeah?”

A shiver runs up your spine as soon as his thigh is pressed snuggly against you, and more arousal leaks from your aching hole and onto your panties as soon as his words reach your ears. You moan loudly and nod your head, pulling the rest of his body back down to you as your tail picks back up it’s thumping next to you on the bed. “Yes! Thank you, daddy!”

He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips and mumbles, “You’re welcome, baby.” His head dips back down to your neck, now focused on sucking bruises into your skin and your hips begin to roll against his thigh.

You let out a long moan when you finally get to grind your dripping cunt against his thigh and a shudder runs up your body. It feels so good to finally get the friction you’ve been aching for—so you do it again and again until you’ve made a steady, but desperate, rhythm of rubbing yourself against him.

Your hands move to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as mewl after mewl escapes from your lips. You grip onto his shoulders tightly as you continue to rut against his leg, letting out little squeaks and squeals with each new mark he leaves on your neck. The feeling of his weight on top of you and the way his sharp teeth brush against your sensitive skin makes your head reel and everything feel hot—yet you still want more.

“Daddy…touch me, please!” You turn your head, hips momentarily stuttering in their pace, hoping to get his attention on the rest of you, too.

He pulls back from your neck and smiles down at you, placing kisses on your jaw as he takes in your pleasure filled expression. “But you’re doing so good humping daddy’s leg, baby! Don’t wanna make you stop now.”

“No, not there!”

Before he can question what you mean your hands snake down between the two of you and grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it up past your chest and exposing your breasts to him.

A smile makes its way to his lips before he can stop it and he pulls back so his hands can run up the expanse of your exposed torso. “Awe. My puppy just wanted me to feel them up?”

You whimper at his words and eagerly nod your head. “Mhm! Please!” Your hands desperately paw at his forearms, urging his touch to go higher than where it is now.

He gives you what you want, large hands coming up to grope and knead at your breasts—drawing a pleased whine from your lips and making your eyes flutter closed in pure bliss.

“Awe, look at that. Just needed daddy’s hands on you, hm?” You stare up at him with lidded eyes once you open them again—humming and nodding the best you can between each moan that falls from your lips, as your hips continue to desperately rut against him. “Or do you just like humping daddy like the little slutty puppy you are?”

His words draw a pornographic moan from your lips as they go straight to your core, only causing more arousal to drip onto the fabric of your panties. Your hips pick up their speed, now growing beyond desperate as the ache between your legs becomes unbearable. Needing to find the angle that has your clit grinding against his thigh just right. “Yes! Love it, daddy! Feels so good!”

He groans at your reaction, hands becoming more firm and harsh as they knead at your breasts—not enough to hurt you but enough to have you crying out his name and arching your back into his touch. “Oh, I know it does, baby. Your puppycunt always feels good when daddy’s touching it, right?”

You nod your head, eyes squeezing shut as you desperately try to rut your hips against him in a way that’ll get you to the brink of pleasure instead of teasing you with only adding more arousal to the pit in your stomach. “Yes!” You let out desperate sobs as your eyes open again, this time filled with tears while you stare up at his hungry gaze with a pleading, pained, one. “Daddy! Wanna cum, please, please, please!”

Your hands fly back to his shoulders, gripping them harshly as you beg for your release.

“I’m not stopping you, baby. You can cum.”

His words only draw another sob from your lips, and your thighs begin to tremble on either side of his thigh from both exhaustion and the cruel pain of being so close yet not being able to cum just yet. “Can’t! Need your help! ‘M so close—please daddy it hurts…”

The tears in your eyes finally spill over and fall down your cheeks, making him coo down at you despite the way his cock throbs at the sight. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.” His hands leave their place on your chest as he fully sits up, instantly attaching to your hips before you have a chance to panic. His grip stills your hips for a moment, drawing more tears and whimpers from your lips until they’re replaced with a gasp when you feel his thumb run up your clothed center. “‘S okay, puppy. Just relax for me.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties and tugs them down. His breath hitches and pupils dilate at just how soaked they are—leaving a string of arousal connecting from your cunt to the material as he pulls them off of you.

Finally, his thumb finds your clit, making your body jolt and a whine leaves your lips. Your walls flutter and gush more of your arousal on his thigh as he gathers your slick on the pad of his thumb. All the while he shushes you and tells you how good you're being as his thumb makes its way back to your clit and pulls back the hood. “Shh. Doin’ so good for me, puppy.” He rubs circles over the sensitive and swollen nub, cooing at you when he feels it twitch under his touch and the way your hips uncontrollably buck up against his thumb.

“Daddy…”

Your thighs tremble on either side of him as your breath comes out in soft pants now. Having his thumb directly on your clit makes everything feel hot and heavy, and the tightness in the pit of your stomach becomes almost unbearable. Your hands desperately fist the sheets on either side of you as you squirm under him.

“I got you. Gonna make you cum all over my thigh. Promise.”

With that his hand that grips your hip begins to rock them again, effectively setting the pace of your hips for you, making your cunt grind against his thumb and thigh.

A sound mixed between a hiccup of pleasure and an overwhelmed sob breaches your throat once that familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach begins to wind itself up. Your whines and gasps leave as the steady build up of pleasure climbs higher and higher in your stomach, eventually spreading up your spine and pleasantly clouding your brain. You paw at Kirishima, desperate to feel that final release, but the intensity of your impending orgasm has your nerves dance not only in excitement and eagerness, but in fear as well. Fear of how far your owner is going to push you into the precipice of pleasure and if you could handle that kind of intensity.

Luckily for you, he notices this. Of course he does. You’re his sweet little puppy, he knows exactly how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking, especially in times like this. And more importantly, he knows exactly what you need, too.

“Let go, baby. Cum for me.”

And you do.

With the sound of his voice ringing in your ears, echoing his instruction for your pleasure filled puppy brain to blindly follow, you cum hard.

The sounds that rip from your throat are shrill and lewd, showing your owner—and probably even your neighbors—just how good you were feeling. Wave after wave of pleasure racks your body, drawing new moans and chants of his title with each one. The only thing you can seem to think of through the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body is Kirishima and how fucking good it feels to make a mess all over his thigh. Just like he promised. Just like he wanted.

He coos down at you and praises you as you ride out your high, never stopping his control on your hips or the way his thumb rubs circles into your aching and sensitive clit while you desperately rut back against his touch. Each cry of “Daddy” that leaves your lips is met with “Just like that.” And each incoherent babble of slurred words being sabotaged by pleasure gets a response of, “Keep coming for me, puppy. Doing so good for me.”

By the time you’ve reached the last few waves of your orgasm, your head is delightfully fuzzy and your heart pounds loudly in your chest. Your abdomen and tail twitch in time with each other, still riding out small aftershocks of pleasure that shoot through your nerve endings. Your eyes blink open when you feel your hips being lowered back onto the mattress, letting out an inadvertent moan when your sight lands on your owner.

“Eiji…”

Your voice calls out weakly for him, sounding eerily similar to earlier.

“I got you, baby. C’mere.” He leans down, pressing his chest back against yours as you wrap your arms around his shoulders immediately, needing to keep him as close to you as possible. He whispers praises in your ear as his lips press kisses to your jaw and neck, telling you how much he loves you between each press of his lips against your skin that’s now covered in a thin veil of sweat.

You hum back happily with each declaration of love and mutter of praise—your tail wagging lazily at your side. You’re so wrapped up in the post-orgasm bliss that a startled gasp escapes your lips when you feel Kirishima’s hard-on brush against your sensitive cunt when he shuffles in his spot.

His chuckle at your response sends an ever deeper blush throughout your face and your eyes fall on his when he pulls back with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, baby. Know you’re still sensitive.”

Though his words comfort you—much like hearing anything that falls from his lips does—you can’t help but weakly smile back and shake your head. “It’s okay. Just surprised me, daddy.”

Now it was his turn to perk up at the title, pleasantly surprised at the use of it. He was going to let you rest a little longer before asking you if you wanted to continue, wanting to make sure you felt up to it after how hard you came from just him letting you rub your cute puppycunt on him. Not to mention tonight was about taking care of you. No matter how uncomfortable the ache of his hard cock plagued his mind, his number one priority was to take care of you first and give you what you want.

“Still gotta make sure my precious puppy is okay. Don’t wanna accidentally overstim ya when you haven’t been bad or askin’ for it.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and a pleased mewl reverberates in your throat at the images that flash through your mind from his words. Your heartbeat that was finally beginning to calm down picks back up as need slowly begins to consume your thoughts again.

“Daddy…”

Your voice is soft and airy, barely coming out more than a soft hum. Your stare up at him begins to cloud with lust the longer your body begins to hone in on the feeling of his confined cock resting snug against your swollen cunt. You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed it before with the way it’s hot and heavy against you—even through the material of his pants. Your little puppy brain must have been so caught up with coming down from your high and the way his soft praises tickled your neck when he spoke that you didn’t notice until he moved. But you notice now. And notice was an understatement.

“Hm?” He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, inadvertently making you shudder underneath him. He smirks. “What is it, puppy?” Another kiss.

Your breathing begins to grow shallow. Not like how it is when you’re panting and screaming his name as he drills his cock into you, but it’s surely on its way there with newfound fervor. A whine leaves your lips followed by your words. “Need you.”

The desperate look on your face all drawn together by furrowed eyebrows and a pout that’s hard to resist pressing his lips against makes his heart skip a beat in his chest right before his cock throbs. He loves seeing such a needy look on your face but he decides then and there that you’d look just as good, if not better, when you feel his cock stretching you out. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips then pulls away. Before you get the chance to complain, he instructs you to take your shirt fully off your body as he tugs his own over the top of his head.

You quickly do as he says, taking your shirt the rest of the way off and throwing it haphazardly onto the floor—which is soon followed by his own. You lay back down and watch him with round eyes and tail wagging as he strips in front of you. Each movement of his makes your heart pound faster in your chest and each inch of skin that gets revealed as he takes off his pants and boxers has more arousal oozing from your swollen puppycunt. A needy moan falls from your lips once your eyes land on his now exposed cock, sending a shiver through you as you salivate at the sight. It takes everything in you not to lunge forward and lick at the precum dribbling from his tip, not wanting to throw off his balance as he pulls the rest of his clothes off all the way.

Once he’s completely rid of his clothes and they’re kicked aside your hands quickly fly out to reach for him, making grabby hands at him.

He smiles and chuckles as he leans down into your touch, giving you what you both want without a second thought. He settles back between your legs, now having no barrier between you.

A rush of adrenaline and pure need runs through your body and you can’t help the way your hips already push up against his. His cock feels so hot and heavy as it sits on your lower stomach, making you feel exactly how deep inside of you he’ll be in just a moment. “Please…”

At your whine he reaches between your bodies to take a hold of his length, letting out a hiss at the feeling. He smiles at the whine you give him, knowing you wish it were you who was making him let out noises like that. So he runs his cock through your folds, slathering it in your slick and listening intently to the sounds you make. “So wet, puppy. This all for me?”

You waste no time in nodding back, letting out a wine followed by a soft mhm. “All for you.” You buck your hips again, letting out a cry as you slowly begin to grow frustrated. Finally feeling his cock sliding through your folds and nudging your sensitive clit was so good. You waited for his cock all day and to finally feel it pressed up against your aching puppycunt was heaven—but you still needed more. Needed him to fill you up and stretch you out till you were satisfied.

“Good, puppy.” He brings his cock down to your entrance, nudging the head against your leaking hole. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you. Promise.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he pushes into you all at once. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you grip onto him harshly and a loud moan tears from your throat.

“Fuck!”

Tears begin to pool and spill from your eyes as you cry out from the stretch. It's not that it hurts. With how often his cock splits your puppycunt open, there’s no way it would hurt anymore. But no matter how many times he pushes into you, the feeling of him bottoming out for the first time that session always overwhelms you and knocks the air out of your lungs.

“Shh. I know. I know.” He leans down to press kisses where your tears now stain your cheeks, hoping to comfort you as well as distract himself from the way your walls grip him so tightly. He doesn’t want to move until you give him the go ahead, but the way your gummy walls suck him in more and more, it’s hard to hold himself back. “You’re doing so well for me, puppy.”

The whine that slips out of you is music to his ears and he can’t help the way his hips jolt against yours, desperate for friction.

“Daddy…” Your voice draws his attention back to you and he pulls back enough to look you in the eyes. When his eyes land on yours another moan falls from your lips, making your walls flutter around his length. “Please fuck me.”

That’s all the permission he needs to slide out of you almost completely before slamming back into you.

His hips slam against yours hard and fast, just the way you like. Your eyes roll and ears twitch at the feeling of him pumping the entirety of his length in and out of you, drawing moan after moan from your already sore throat. Your hands claw at his back, nails digging into skin as you try to pull him in impossibly closer to you. Mindless moans and babbles fall freely from your lips only to get muffled against the side of his neck where your head has buried itself.

“So good, daddy! So good…”

He cradles the top of your head in his hand, holding you to him and presses a kiss to the top of it. His fingers massage your ears between them as he whispers praises against them. “I gotcha, baby. Just let daddy make ya feel good.”

Unable to form a coherent reply, you simply nod your head against his neck while you hiccup and sob in pleasure. Your hands fumble about, desperately clinging to every part of him that you can. You can feel him everywhere. Inside you and all around you. It’s almost all consuming and yet it’s not enough. You can never have enough of him even as he gives every part of himself to you.

“More…”

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for—what you want more of. What could you even ask more of? All you know is you need it. Need more.

His response is immediate as he pulls out and flips you over as if you weigh nothing. Your tail wags happily behind you while he lays you flat on your stomach with only a pillow propping your hips up from the bed. You would whine and cry out for him to put his cock back inside you, but you know what’s coming next and it makes your tail twitch in excitement.

You’re practically chirping when you feel him hover above you and begin to line up his cock with your entrance, teasing you just the slightest bit.

“Look at me, pup.” His hand wraps around your throat and tilts your head back far enough to see him above you. The strain on your neck and back is pushed to the back of your mind when your eyes meet his and more arousal seeps onto the tip of his cock. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

Your tail wags impossibly faster and your walls flutter around nothing, desperate to suck his length back inside you. You stare up at him with wide eyes and a cockdrunk smile as you reply with, “You, daddy.”

“Good puppy.” He lets go of the pressure on your neck just enough to have your head straighten out again, but he keeps his hand firmly wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides just the right amount. He finally slides back inside of you muttering, “My good puppy,” when he bottoms out.

The moan that tumbles past your lips is lewd and raw, like a release of its own as soon as his words hit your ears. “Yours. Your puppy.”

A moan of his own escapes his throat as his hips begin to move again, unable to remain still any longer with how warm and welcoming your drooling puppycunt is for him. “Mhm. Mine. My puppy. My puppycunt.”

His pace picks up to how it was before, hard and fast as he slams his hips against the plush of your ass repeatedly. His breath is hot against your ear from where his head rests on your shoulder—moans and groans vibrating against your skin when he bottoms out each time inside you. “Oh, daddy…” Your head grows fuzzier with each passing second, only honing in on the feeling of him fucking you so well as his grip on your throat leaves you feeling higher and higher. “My daddy…”

He lets out a guttural moan against your shoulder as his hips pick up their speed and intensity thrusting into you. He brings his head up to ghost his lips against your ears as soon as you call out for him in such a way.

“This what you wanted? Wanted your daddy to pound this perfect little puppycunt until you couldn’t think anymore?”

You gasp and writhe in his hold, feeling his words go straight to your core and begin to tighten that cord inside the pit of your belly once again. “Yes! ‘S so good!”

“Just needed to get properly fucked, hm? Needed your daddy’s cock, yeah?”

His words send a shudder down your spine as you begin to tremble in his hold. Each thrust of his cock inside your snug puppycunt is only intensified by the words he speaks and the hold he has on your throat. You let out a series of whines as your walls hug his cock so perfectly. You don’t even have to tell him you’re close for him to know, but you do it anyway.

“Daddy! Daddy…I’m gonna cum…”

He smiles against your ear, nipping it softly between his teeth to hear you cry out for him yet again. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me puppy? Gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?”

You nod your head as best as you can with his hold on your throat, accompanied by a needy whine as the pit in your stomach gets tighter and tighter and all your thoughts begin to cloud with pleasure. “Yes! Gonna cum!”

His next words of, “Go ahead and cum for me, puppy,” send you over the edge with a loud cry of his name.

Your body shakes in his hold, and despite the uncomfortable strain, your head tips back and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your tail twitches between your sweaty and sticky bodies as a chorus of whines and moans escape your lips with each wave of pleasure that courses through your body. The only coherent word coming out of your mouth being, “Daddy,” followed by a slew of babbles and incoherent squeals.

“Fuck—good, puppy. Just like that.” His thrusts pick up despite the way your body twitches and subconsciously tries to get out from under his grasp, but he just pins you further into the mattress as he chases his own release. “Want daddy to fill you up?”

All you can seem to respond with is a short but eager nod and some strangled sound of confirmation. You can barely register his words with the way his cock continues to pound into your oversensitive puppycunt, fucking your cum back into you again and again. You try to audibly respond, desperate to have his warm cum filling you up, but the only thing that comes out is a squeak and drool pooling out of the corner of your mouth.

He smiles at that, kissing the top of your head before fucking into you with everything he has as you begin to milk him dry. You almost don’t want him to stop with the way your head is cloudy with only pleasure and the smell of him. But once you hear the sound of his groans rumbling against your ear and feel the first bit of his cum shoot inside you, you decide there is nothing better than getting filled up by your Eiji.

“Ngh, baby…fuck.” He keeps pumping in and out of you, letting your warm, fluttering walls milk every drop he has to give—filling your spent puppycunt up to the brim with his cum.

Your whine at the feeling soon turns into a content moan when he stills inside of you, keeping all his cum plugged inside of your swollen puppycunt—making you feel more full than you’ve ever been.

His hand finally releases your throat, letting blood slowly flow back into your head as you both come down from your highs. He doesn’t dare pull out yet. Not until you’re ready for him to. So until then, he presses kisses to your shoulders and back, whispering soft coos against your skin until your tail begins to lazily wag in the small space he’s now created between your bodies.

“You okay, baby?” His breath tickles your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Mhm.” You give him a weak smile in return and turn your head as much as you can without straining your neck—getting just the tiniest peak of the top of his head, which still somehow makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“Yeah?” He pulls back to look at you, now fully in your line of sight. Your eyes are droopy and the tired smile on your lips covered in your own drool has him swooning at the sight. He can’t help but coo down at you. “How’s my pretty puppy feeling?”

Your lips curl into a full smile and you slowly blink at him. “Really good.”

He smiles back, dipping his head down to press a kiss to your shoulder for the umpteenth time. “Wanna stay like this? Or wanna get in the shower with me?” Your ears perk up and your tail begins to wag just the slightest bit faster—something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirishima, causing him to chuckle at your reaction. “C’mon.”

He slowly begins to pull out of you but stops immediately when you whine and reach behind you to paw at his arm. “Wait!” His eyes snap to yours, worried he hurt you somehow or misunderstood what you wanted.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” His hands immediately run up and down your back, trying to comfort you in any way he can while he intently waits for your answer.

“Yeah…just wanna stay like this for a little bit longer…”

The sheepish smile you give him makes his eyes soften and he huffs out a breath of relief. “Of course.” He pushes the rest of the way inside you, causing moans to fall from both of your mouths, followed by giggles once the initial shock goes away.

He lays back down against your back, making sure to move your tail out of the way so it’s not completely trapped between your bodies. He resumes his kisses, peppering them wherever he can as he ghosts his fingertips up and down your arm.

You shiver at the feeling and smile to yourself as you let your eyes close. You hum in content, letting the end of your tail languidly flick about with every touch and every kiss he presses to your bare skin. “I love you, Eiji.”

Looking at the floor of your boyfriend's apartment, you could only shake your head seeing the litters of lollipop wrappers and sticks all over the floor. Sighing to yourself, you went to the kitchen and took out the plastic and started to pick up the trash on the floor. "Morning angel." arms wrapping themselves behind you, you could recognise the morning voice of your boyfriend, Wakasa Imaushi. "Morning 'Kasa." you hummed. Turning you over, you covered Wakasa's mouth before he could kiss you, causing him to whine at your action. 

"Nuh uh, go brush your teeth first and take a shower, you smell." you told him jokingly, getting a frown out of him and a tighter grip as he tried to get closer to you. "Waka noooooo" your turn to whine as you struggled to get out from his grip and pout up at him, a little scream escaped you after he managed to land a little kiss on your pouting lips. A chuckle and a smirk decorated your boyfriend's face celebrating his victory against you. 

"Princess, I already took a shower before you came." Wakasa's deep chuckle rang when he caged you against him tighter while trying to reach a jar of lollipops inside the cabinet behind you. Frowning, you tried to take the lollipop away only for Wakasa to move away from you."Nooo it's mine." the president of Kodou Rengou childishly whined and did a small run from you whenever you tried to take away the lollipop from his mouth. "Wakasa no." you sighed at the albino haired man. “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.”you scolded him while still trying to reach his height to take away the lollipop when you suddenly slipped. 

Luckily for you, your boyfriend managed to catch you before you ends up on the floor. "Thank you Waka." you thanked him before squiggling out of his hold. "Princess stop." confused, you looked up at him, only to see a full blown pupil with 'something' poking on your stomach." Uhh Waka-" you were cut off by Wakasa,"You know what, maybe I want something sweeter than the candy."

And that's how you found yourself in this situation.

"Shit Princess, you're drenched." Wakasa who's been edging you with kitten licks sniggered against your folds. Going up to your face, Wakasa smiled as an idea lights up in his head. Taking out the lollipop that he kept at the side of his mouth, Wakasa looked at it before smirking." Heads up Princess." was the only warning you got before you felt a small pressure under as he pushed the lollipop into your hole. "Wa- Wakasa." you moaned when Wakasa started to move the lollipop in and out of you. 

Popping out the lolly from your hole, you whined because of the empty feeling inside you. Smirking, Wakasa licked the lollipop, making eye contact with you. "Taste sweet. Sweeter when it has your essence on it." Wakasa said while finishing the candy stick. 

"Don't worry Princess, I don't forget you." discarding the candy at his side, he now paid full attention to you and you only. 

"Wakasa, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" your small scream accompanied with a blinding white flash as you cums, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Well, well will you look at that, don't know you can squirt Princess." Wakasa snickered against your crotch, lapping at it, getting you into overstimulation.

"Waka, no." 

"Waka yes." ignoring your protests, Wakasa only added three of his fingers, massaging your walls and hitting your G-Spot directly while biting and licking your clit. At the feel of your walls constricting his movements, he smiled "Gonna cum again Princess?" he snickered. 

"Ye-yes. Please, please let me cum. Wakasa let me cum please." 

"Shh shh, come for me Princess. Cum now." Once Wakasa's fingers makes a 'come hither' motion, you're once again pushed into another orgasm. 

BROKEN WHISKEY GLASS

SUNDAY, 7:48 AM 

It was dead silent as you paced around the house. You didn’t realise this was because you’d been tiptoeing, nor did you know how long you’d felt the need to walk on eggshells in your own home. But as hard as you tried to be quiet, it wasn’t enough; it was never enough. 

The gentle bang of the bathroom door closing was all it took to disturb Sanzu’s sleep. Stretching out the muscle aches from his precarious sleeping position on the couch, he decided a bed would’ve been a much more ideal place to rest, and started making his way back to the room. 

You froze as he walked straight towards you, but - by some miracle - he kept walking, not yet seeing any reason to stray from his original goal of getting to bed. Actually, he didn’t see you at all, since he was still preoccupied rubbing the sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. You let out a sigh of relief which, for some reason, left you feeling a bit light headed. Had you been holding your breath that whole time?

Unfortunately, holding your breath a little longer might have done you some good, because that sigh of relief was what brought your presence to Sanzu’s attention. And, just a few steps shy from the comfort of the bed he’d been so focused on, Sanzu paused his venture, and shifted his priorities in favour of you.

“G’morning, sweetcheeks. Didn’t see ya there,” 

It was clear by his composure and flirty smile that he wasn’t at all thinking about the events of last night. Which is why it felt so genuine when you watched the colour drain from his face once he managed to get a clear look at you.

“Holy fuck, what happened?”

There was an air of urgency in the way he rushed over to you so he could examine your face closer. His hand was shaking, and there was the slightest hesitation as he tried to brush his thumb against your swollen cheek. But there was no hesitation in how quickly you pulled away, maybe too quickly. Sanzu should’ve at least tried to connect the dots, but he didn’t think too hard about your reaction. He was more concerned with how this happened in the first place.

“Talk to me, darling, what happened?”

But his pleas for an explanation were still being met only with more silence. He paused for a moment to think about his next question.

“Did… Did someone do this to you?”

You nodded your head feebly in response, redirecting your gaze to the floor, nervously awaiting his next question.

For a moment, rage was the only thing Sanzu felt. He was seeing red as dark as the dried blood dripping from the side of your forehead. He would’ve killed whoever did this to you. But, considering the nature of his job, he’d no doubt killed people for less. Whoever did this to you deserved a fate far worse than death.

“Who did this to you?”

His words formed a question but it sounded more like a demand. Even so, you still didn’t want to give him the answer. You tried to think of a way out of this, to tell him what he wanted to hear. But Sanzu wasn’t a patient man, and he could tell you were stalling.

“I’m not playing around, sweetcheeks. I need you to tell me who did this to you, now.”

You responded not because you wanted to but out of fear for what would happen if you didn’t. And without time to come up with a plausible lie, your only option was to tell him the truth.

“You.”

You whispered in hopes he wouldn’t hear you. But he did. You watched as salty water droplets started to trickle onto the ground at your feet. This came as somewhat of a surprise. You had cried so much last night you didn’t think you had anything left in you. But the suspense of awaiting Sanzu’s reaction was nerve racking enough to get the waterworks flowing again.

This time it was Sanzu’s turn to be silent. You’d figured by the sincerity in the way he asked his question that he had no memory of last night. But, unbeknownst to you, that one, three letter word had sparked a chain reaction in Sanzu’s subconscious. And, in a matter of seconds, all the memories of last night’s events came flooding back to him.

SATURDAY, 11:28 PM 

You see, the only thing Sanzu loved more than drinking or doing drugs was drinking and doing drugs. Well, he claimed to love you more but that was up for debate. Especially when you’d scream at him with tears staining your face night after night. He couldn’t hear you. Partly because he didn’t care enough to listen. Mostly because his ears were ringing and everything sounded muffled. 

This feeling was familiar to him. It was one of the first signs that he’d overdosed again. The second was the unbearable dryness of his throat. His breathing became heavier. A shaky hand reached out in front of him in search of something to quench his thirst. His vision was fading but he assumed the frantic blur of movement and muffled cries he could faintly make out were you.

Sanzu’s patience for your theatrics was growing thin. Doing his best to ignore you in favour of his splitting headache, his fingers soon wrapped around the nearest glass which he brought to his lips without a second thought. Much like his vision and hearing, his sense of smell and taste were both out of whack. Which is why he didn’t realise what he was drinking until he felt the tell-tale burning sensation as it trickled down his throat.

It was at this point when Sanzu accepted his fate. He’d resigned himself to the fact that drugs were eventually gonna kill him a long time ago - and he was okay with that. If this was his time to go, at least he was going out doing what he loved; getting cross-faded. He let his head tilt back as he sank into the couch cushions. A lazy smile adorned his face and he shut his eyes in bliss, in an attempt to savour the soothing buzz pulsing through his veins. He knew he was dying, but at least it felt good. The only thing left to do was to wait for his vital organs to shut down.

That’s when something pinched him. He was so numb he thought it was a mosquito, which led him to lazily slap the unidentified disturbance away. But, judging by the way the mosquito let out a pained yelp, it wasn’t a mosquito. And judging by the needle sticking out of his thigh, he figured the ‘mosquito’ was actually you.

He tried to stay calm, he really did, but that really fucking pissed him off. His fist went white from how hard he was gripping the now empty whiskey glass still in his hand. With his other hand, he removed the needle from his thigh so he could confirm you didn’t just give him what he thought you just gave him. 

Granted, it took him a few tries since he depth perception was fucked. And once he did manage to acquire the needle, the tremor of his hands combined with his blurred vision made it impossible to actually read the label. But he didn’t have to. He recognised that bright orange sticker instantly. You’d injected him with naloxone.

He groaned at the realisation that he now only had a few minutes left to enjoy his high because you had to go and ruin it. Initially, he was shivering from the coolness of the warm air which the heater you’d turned on was blowing at him, but now he was just shaking with rage. 

Pure, unbridled, rage. He didn’t know why he was so angry. And he didn’t know exactly what he said when he screamed at you. And at the time, he didn’t feel the glass fly out of his hands. Or hear it shatter. Or see exactly how deep it had cut you.

But judging by the way you were looking at him right now. He knew that was precisely what had happened.

SUNDAY, 7:49 AM 

It only took a moment for Sanzu to relive last night's events. Needless to say he was still confused. That can’t have been what happened, right? It must’ve been a dream. He scoured his surroundings in search of a sign. Something to prove his innocence. But instead, his eyes landed on the most incriminating piece of evidence possible. Because, left shattered by the couch, was a broken whiskey glass.

“Oh.”

After all the screaming, crying, and pain the last eight hours had brought, the indifferent hum of acknowledgement Sanzu provided in response to being faced with the outcome of his actions was pathetic at best.

“What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

It was the first time you managed to look him in the eyes since he hurt you. Sure the injuries you sustained from your boyfriend’s little ‘episode’ hurt, but what hurt more was his inability to care.

“Well I guess it’s okay then, ‘thought I’d have to teach some poor guy a lesson for crossing me.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. After being ‘accidentally’ assaulted by the same man who was supposed to protect you, somehow he still saw nothing wrong with what he did. As if the sentiment behind the theoretical act of defiance towards him was more important than the fact that you had actually been violated. Because, God forbid someone dare to disrespect Sanzu by hurting his significant other. Unless Sanzu himself is the one doing the hurting. Because then his pride is no longer on the line, thus making it okay.

“We’re done.”

Your tone was serious, yet devoid of any real emotion. Because, much like Sanzu, you didn’t have it in you to care anymore.

“Huh?”

It honestly blew your mind that Sanzu had the audacity to act surprised. 

“We. Are. Done.”

You emphasised every word, hoping this time it would actually click.

“Stop it. That’s not fair.”

Sanzu’s once calm voice became stern.

“How the fuck is that not fair!?”

Similarly, yours started to grow angry.

“You can’t blame me for shit that happened when I wasn't sober. Wasn’t my fault. I don’t even fucking remember it. For fucks sake, what you want from me!?”

And that’s when you snapped. Sanzu’s words hit hard, shattering the tough facade you wore. First there was silence. Followed by the sound of whimpering, which soon turned to gentle sobs.

Sanzu watched as you cried. Seeing you like this made it impossible for him to stay angry. He almost forgot how cute you looked when you cried. Realising you weren’t gonna stop crying any time soon, he slowly inched closer to you until your head was resting on his chest, allowing him to hold you tight. You looked so helpless like this. Maybe he could find it in his heart to forgive you. As long as you stopped getting mad at him for stupid shit like this.

Gently rubbing circles on your back, Sanzu tried to find the right words to get you to stop crying all over his shirt.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry, sweetcheeks. It’ll never happen again, okay?”

Sanzu was good at that - telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes which threatened to fall. You felt pathetic for giving in so easily, but at the same time, you really needed this hug. Still sniffling, you held out your right pinky finger.

“Promise?”

He gave you a weak smile, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before linking his pinky with yours.

“Promise.”

A/N:

if you’re gonna do opiates, pls do ‘em responsibly. always carry naloxone, it could literally save a life :)

yeah, i don’t have much else to say this time, lol