#tteokdoroki

"that's it mei, ah? letting me stretch you out like this, so nice to me, you'll be such a good mama, ah mei mei?"

while caleb loves seeing your gorgeous face, with the baby trapping idea firmly planted in his brain, he has your face smushed into your fitted sheet and is being absolutely relentless, just chasing the feeling of his hips smacking into you from behind. all the while, he pets your hair, almost like a dog, smoothing it out while applying pressure so that you can't move. a hand on the back of your head by the hair, the other wrapped around your chin and squishing your cheeks. caleb pulls out slightly, knocks your knees to the side so that your hip flexors burn, and forces your neck back in an arch so he can look down on you from behind. it's very uncomfortable, he can tell. he wipes away a tear bubbling from the corner of your eye as he continues to fuck you.

"such a good mei mei and now such a good mama... doesn't this feel so good? stretch so nice, don't you pretty? my pretty pips..."

"just need your ge ge to take care of you, isn't that right mei? ah?"

"just cum one more time and maybe i won't breed this cute little cunt, huh? one more time for your gege? you can do that for me, can't you mei? one more time and maybe i won't make you a mama."

Desire to us 

Was like a double death

Swift dying

Kento Nanami does not want to go to the beach. He would love to stay inside and bake his bread in peace. But he can never say no to Yuji, and he wanted to make sure Gojo doesn’t corrupt the young pink-haired boy. Now here he is, standing with Gojo and his three students looking for some acquaintance of Gojo’s. Suddenly, as his eyes scan across the semi crowded beach, he sees...

You. 

Radiating like fresh amber in the summer sun, skin so warm and inviting. Kento watches you climb out of the ocean, resembling the birth of Aphrodite with how your braids draped over your chest. He watches the beads of water travel over the valley of your buxom form and disappear into your swimsuit. Oh, how he wants to taste the salt off your skin and the sweetness of your- 

“Nanamin!” A voice yelled. 

The voice shakes Kento of his growing erotic thoughts and he jumps, turning to Yuji and Gojo. The former wears a concerned look while the latter has the most devilish of grins. 

“I see you found him, Kento~,” Gojo says as he drapes an arm over Kento’s shoulder. 

“He’s a pretty little thing, ain’t he,” Gojo whispers, “lucky man, Kento, I can’t imagine how tight that pussy must be”

Before he can threaten the snow haired pervert, he’s being pushed towards a cabana. Inside, he can finally take in the Adonis that has captured him. There standing in the shade - you, his partner of years that he hasn’t seen in months. 

Of our mingled breath,

Evaporation

Of an unknown strange perfume

Your smile rivals the beauty of the harvest moon. He can’t hear anything as Gojo and the teenagers speak to you; he is still absorbed in how you look.  It has been so long, he now worries if his last memories of you two together have faded in accuracy. 

His body is on fire with how you drink him in. Umber eyes - that he swore could hold the secrets to the universe in them - rake over his body. You’re just as parched from the time apart; your thighs press together as you remember the last time. 

“Oh Kento, you look like you’re burning up!” you exclaim as you take a cold water bottle from a cooler and bring it to his face. Kento is suddenly very aware of how close you are and of the snitch that exposed his current thoughts. Cock strained against his swim trunks, he silently thanks you for the save. The smell of shea butter and frankincense fills his senses as he looks down at you. Your breasts are barely contained in your suit, and he admires the swell of your hips and thighs. He wants to sink his fingers into them, feel the warmth of your freshly sun kissed skin as he devours you.  

Yuji is about to walk over before Gojo steps in. 

“Let’s go, children! Nanamin will be in good hands,” he rambles as he pushes the students out of the cabana before sending a wink your way. 

You both let out a small laugh before hugging each other. You bury your faces in each other, just happy to be in each other’s arms. Pulling back, he holds your face in his hands, rubbing the apples of your cheeks. He can’t help the small smile that graces his features. Your brows furrow as you look up at him.

 “Kento...is everything ok?”

“I’m sorry, I just keep getting lost in your eyes. They hold the universe in them,” he mutters to himself, forgetting he isn’t just saying it in his head. Your face heats, you press your thighs together as you feel the smooth baritone of his voice strike through you. You chuckle and pull him over to lay down, placing a cold towel on his forehead. 

“I think you’re overheating, Kento” 

You pat another cold cloth on his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you both relax into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine.” 

“So you can get another eye full of me soaking wet.” 

    By nightfall, Kento had pulled together enough courage to ask you to take a walk with him. The moon is full, shining bright against the ocean and illuminating the beach just enough, framing you as you enjoy each other’s company in light of the moon and stars. Eventually you decide to try and push the limits gently. 

“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” 

    Before he can get a word out, you strip yourself of your bathing suit, and you smile up at him before walking towards the water. 

“Come on Kento~ Play with me,” you coo as you walk about waist deep. Watching as Kento also strips of his clothing, you giggle as he gently folds them before turning to you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see him bare. With his fair skin illuminated by the moonlight, you try to calm yourself at the sight of scars and muscle. As he walks closer to you, you move back, giggling as you dive into the ocean, teasing him to catch you. This only lasts for a moment before his large, scared hands grab your waist. Pulling your back against his chest, he whispers; “I’ve got you” 

Deep baritone vibrations fill your ears, causing you to whimper softly. 

    He chuckles as he lets his hands roam your front gently. 

“May I?” he asks. You quickly nod, whining a soft “yes” as he grips your breast. He massages them gently before pinching and pulling on your nipples. He lets one hand travel down, groping your thick thighs and love handles before reaching forward to between your legs. He licks his lips as he feels your wetness.

 “Naughty boy, teasing me all day and now you’re all wet?” 

    You giggle before spreading your legs further for him, “you had every opportunity to grab~” 

    He only chuckles as he lifts you out of the water, hauling you over his shoulder as he struts out of the water. Setting you down on your feet, he unfolds his button up floral shirt before covering you with it. 

“Let’s get you to the hotel room. I don’t wish to share you with anyone, not the ocean, the moon, or their many stars,” he murmurs before kissing you gently on the lips. Your face heats up and you can’t stop the flurry of giggles that erupt from your throat. 

“You can’t say something so poetic after groping me” 

Kento smirks before kissing you again. 

    You stand in front of the mirror, freshly out of the shower and gently drying your braids with an old shirt. Kento walks up and stands behind you, kissing your shoulder as he lets his hands roam your body. He kisses under your ear.

“You bewitch me every moment I lay my eyes on you. I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles.

You melt into his touch, whimpering as his coarse hands grasp at your soft flesh. He bends you over, kissing the back of your neck before he presses a finger to your entrance, using his thumb to rub your clit he slides two fingers in, and relishes in your soft gasps and moans and he gently begins to stretch you apart. 

    He’s hypnotized at the sight of his fingers entering you. Why should you miss out on such a sight? He moves you over to the bed, pushes your thighs back, and he dives his fingers in again. Quickly thrusting, he can’t help the growl that escapes him. His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you come undone beneath him. Hair strewn about, drool escaping plump lips as your thighs shiver and twitch. Your voice is like ambrosia, your skin like warm milk and honey. 

He is intoxicated by you and wants more. 

    He leans over you and pets your head gently as he lifts your face to his. You can’t help but cum on his fingers again, so skilled and confident as they play with your most sensitive of spaces. It’s been so long that it feels like the first time all over again. After some time, Kento reaches his limit; he stands up between your legs, cock hard and dripping precum onto your thigh. 

“May I?”  he asks as he spreads your legs more. You nod as you spread your lips apart for him. 

“Please Kento, I need you so bad,” you whimper. 

    Ever so slowly, he enters you, gritting his teeth as he feels your tight walls constrict around his cock. Your thighs shiver as he pushes inch by inch inside until his balls press against your ass. You wrap your arms and legs around him, desperate to be as close as you can as you feel him start to pull out. He kisses your neck, beginning a slow pace, grinding against you when he’s all the way.

    The room fills with a melody of moans, whimpers, and soft slapping of heavy balls. Your body shivers as orgasm after orgasm is milked from you with no remorse. His soft baritone coaxes you to let go, to embrace the abyss of pleasure that only he can send you to. 

“Such a good boy, so sweet and tight for me. I love you. I love you so much,” he repeats like a mantra. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything as he pounds you into oblivion. 

    Kento’s cock throbs as he nears his end. Pulling back, he cups your face, looking you in the eye. You try to keep your eyes open, leaning into his touch. 

“Let go with me, fall apart for me, my song, I’m right here to catch you,” he pants as his grip on your hip tightens. Your legs tighten around him as you pull him closer. Foreheads pressed together, panting and breathing in each other, your eyes roll back as you finally let go. Clenching around him tightly, you moan to the heavens, gripping his body like a vice.

    As he cums inside of you with a growl, he holds you close to him. Shaking as he feels his balls clench, he pulls back to give you air, petting your face and helping you come down. 

Between us quickly

In a naked

Room.

(Poem by Langston Hughs) 

pin him to the bed even though he is so massive and he knows he could break free in a heartbeat. then you snap his boxers down n use l a single hand (much smaller than his) to guide his girth towards your sluice and dripping entrance now that you’re straddling him.

“w-wait, slow down —!” he’d gasp, choke on a moan because you’re already to warm and wet against him and he can smell your slick in the air whilst you circle your cunt down on the burningly thick circumference of his tip. “baby — oh god — baby, you might … hurt yourself.”

“don’t care,” you huff and you pout and he swears the world starts spinning because you’re suctioning around him and your walls ripple every time that you thrust down. “need to know what it’s like, havin’ you inside.”

he swallows, throat bobbing, eyes on your face because if he looks between your legs — where your bodies meet and your pussy stretches to make room for him — he really might die.

“fuckfuckfuck… you’re so perfect. so, so perfect.”

your hand glides up his chest, pecs that heave beneath the ghost of your touch, pecs that still once you cup the base of kirishima’s throat. he grasps your wrist — desperately hoping it’ll ground him somehow because your cunt makes his thread of sanity run loose.

he can’t believe his luck, that someone like you has made her way through the stars to be with him. eijirou’s face flushes with the same intense kind of heat you get from being under the sun for too long, he bucks and he flinches — afraid that it’ll hurt when a little more of him slips past your quivering hole and practically kisses your cervix with his leaky tip.

but you don’t cry, you don’t back down. instead — your head tilts as though you’re memorised by the way he looks. ruined and wrecked. your lips spread into smile eijirou is sure only angels are capable of and you thrust your own hips to match is tentative rhythm, swallowing more of him. easily.

“i’ll take all of you, i know i can do it, promise,” you lick your lips as you swear. “and the next time you cum, it won’t be in your hand or the shower or some tissue. it’ll be inside me.”

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now you’re half naked underneath him and wet against his crotch, clothes still in a pathetic pile by the front door of your apartment because you’d welcomed him in with the same unexpected feverishness of a bustling city’s summer heat wave. heated kisses and burning touches that speak more than a week’s worth of yearning. katsuki feels stupid, he doesn’t know why he cries, perhaps it’s because he knows — no condom means no sex. he hates to leave you high and dry, hates to have to go take a cold shower until he can hit the stores tomorrow, but then your fingers curl in ash blonde baby hairs and you pull him back into you as though he’s rope slipping through his fingers. firm. grounding.

“maybe… maybe tonight we can try without?” you suggest because you’re so perfect, so undeniably good to him in ways the blonde isn’t even sure he deserves. your lips are glossy, your eyes are glassy and katsuki can feel your pussy smear over him with a layer of sweet glaze — clenching around nothing just at the thought of taking him raw. “i don’t want you to go. just want to be close to you.” you add, pouty. so pretty.

he should say no. he should insist on going down on you and rubbing one out in the shower later tonight. but there you are, squirming against his thickness that presses into your soft tummy, peering up at katsuki with those captivating, hypnotic eyes that plead for a slither of mercy. “please.” you whisper, the secret lying underneath your tongue next to every form of begging you know possible. you’re prepared to do it, if it means having him sink into you completely free of rubber. just skin on skin and the passion burning in your lungs.

“okay,” pearls of sweat form a halo around his head, sand blonde locks stick to the feverish skin as it drops to your bare shoulder. blood diluted with droplets of sin set a course for south and katsuki’s thick shaft pulses to life against you — as if to lead him into temptation — put it in. “god, fuck, okay. you’re gonna be good though? g-gonna let me pull out?” he manages a choked groan, rooted strongly in his chest like a sturdy oak tree. reverberating through your lush, syrupy cunt with enough bass to make you bend into him.

when you smile this time, it’s relieved and earnest — a beautiful glow that settles against the natural slopes of your features because katsuki strips faster than he ever has in his life. cock rock hard, wet and bare against you, seedy tip lathered in pre cum already married to your aching clit which he taps so lovingly against.

“n-no promises.” you mewl.

it’s so crude, no unlike the two of you, to be messy and raw. the heat of him blooms within you as bakugou lines up with your entrance, shallowly thrusting past the quivering hole with a grateful hiss. because he’s so lucky to be let into the gates of heaven. that you’ll let him fuck you even with the risk.

“can’t play around like that, baby, c-can’t say shit like that,” his breathing stutters, you squeeze around every hot, bare inch he gives to you. “…mmm fuck— ‘m gonna —!” katsuki heaves into your neck, lips on your pulse point to check you’re still with him whilst he bottoms out — pelvis flush against yours, thighs hiked high on his hip, dick dragging along your welcoming walls. “you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

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