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But your boyfriend didn’t let you go, instead holding your face to deepen the kiss.

After almost a year together he’s proud to say he knows all the things that arouse you, make out being the main one.

Toge wanted to make your body aware of what was about to happen even though you would be unconscious.

“Sleep” he prompted, middle kiss after noticing how heavy your breath was.

Your body immediately shut down, falling forward into his chest.

The agreement was: he would put you to sleep and wake you up only after you cum, enough time to allow him to have some fun with you.

Toge wrapped his arms around your limp body slightly raising from his spot on the bed ajusting you to lay on your side as you usually do. It’s his favourite position to admire your face and touch your body in the mornings.

He laid on his side of the bed facing you thinking how lucky he was to have you, his fingers traced your face gazing downwards till it reached your collarbones, the tight white top you often wear to sleep in was perfect for this moment.

With the softest of touches his fingertips found your nipple circling it as he watched your breath become heavier, a ghost sound of a whimper leaving your lips until your nipple was hard under his touch.

Once again Toge was proud of himself, he leaned forward to kiss your cheek before lowering to pull the hem of your top down reaching the perky nipples right at his face, lips immediately wrapping around one of them, sucking and biting while he lowered your panties down your legs.

Why did you have to look so pretty at your most vulnerable state? It drives him crazy every day.

His palm found your pussy in no time, playfully smiling against chest at the realization of how wet you were already, but he didn’t want the fun to end just yet.

He used his palm to rub your natural slickness against your thighs spreading it along the plushy skin.

Toge backed away for a second to admire his work.

Your breath was still quite heavy for someone who’s sleeping, face already glistening with sweat, tits out and hard, thighs sticky, glimmering under the dim lights of the bedroom.

He quickly got rid of his own clothes, not wanting to waste a single moment of this.

In the middle of teasing and preparing your body he barely noticed how hard he was, not until his dick slapped against his lower abdomen, tip dripping precum, he adjusted you one more time to press your thighs against each other as he slid his dick in between them, the previous slickness he rubbed there creating a warm, wet and soft touch around his cock. It was almost as good as your pussy, with how aroused he was the crying moan that passed his lips sounded loud in the silent bedroom.

Even in your unconscious state you heard it and felt the length of his dick rubbing past your folds yet never getting in, your hips started to move slightly looking for at least some minor friction to touch your aching bud.

“Such a pretty thing” Toge allowed himself to speak, knowing it would not cause you any harm.

He grabbed your ass cheeks to hold you still while moving his hips sliding his dick in and out your soft thighs, a mix of his precum and your juices making it so easy for him to slid, he could even hear the wet sounds of it.

Your lover had trouble holding himself for longer, whimpering against your collarbones as he came in your thighs and tummy, hands still very firm in your butt never stopping groping them as he came down. You were now attempting to call for him in your sleep. almost begging him to touch you, to fuck you.

“My love” he whispered on your lips moving to place a chaste kiss in between your narrowed brows.

Once was not enough for his dick to soften as pumped a few times before picking your thigh and placing it on his waist making enough room to go inside you.

Pussy so wet for him.

A whimper leaving both your lips as he was fully inside you.

Something so precious about having your body all for himself to move and play as he pleases, like the doll he knew you were.

His precious doll.

The way you were moaning softly in the same pace as you clenched around the familiar dick felt like a drug for Toge. His mind was hazzed, thrusts getting faster and faster, his grip tight on your ass.

Your leg trembled around his waist, the lack of control just making every inch your body ten times more sensitive to his touches, you could feel the veins of his length against your walls, tip reaching that sweet sweet spot over and over again.

An even louder whimper came from you as he found you clit rubbing vigorously, he moaned your name still holding you, this time by your hips, the position now making hard for him to move as he wanted so he rolled you over making you lay on your back, his cock never leaving the warmth of your insides as he hovers over you, laying on top of your body with his head buried in your chest.

He felt the muscles of your thighs shaking as your climax became closer and closer, his arm hooked under your knees raising your thigh and giving him more space to go deeper in you.

Sloppy sounds and whimpers filling the room, the new position making you cum hard around him, walls clenching hard around him your lips mumbling his name and he calling yours as he fucked you through your orgasm still sensitive from his previous one, but that did not stopped him from painting your walls white, this time not having enough willing power to pull out.

“Wake up” he whispered, voice muffled by your breasts.

Your eyes slowly opened, the orgasm making your mind cloudy, a pleasure ache in between your legs as you noticed he was still inside you, his body covering yours.

“So… had fun?” you softly asked, raising a hand to brush his hair, feeling him nod against your skin.

“Was it enough?” this time he shook his head as his hips started to move again.

the air in vi's apartment was thick with the kind of heat that came from too many people in too small of a space.

the kind that clung to your skin and made everything feel sticky and slow.

cigarette smoke curled in lazy ribbons toward the ceiling, mixing with the sharp scent of cheap whiskey and something sweeter.

something floral that had to be you.

you were perched on the arm of her worn-out couch.

guitar balanced on your bare thigh, and you were wearing nothing but a pair of those impossibly tiny shorts and a tank top that had slipped off one shoulder.

but vi knew what was underneath. she'd watched you change earlier, had seen the thin black fabric of the thong riding high on your hips.

the way it disappeared between the cheeks of your ass like a promise. she'd been trying to play it cool all night.

leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen with a bottle of beer dangling from her fingers.

her eyes tracking your every movement from beneath the heavy shadow of her brow.

her jaw was tight, the muscles in her arms flexing every time you shifted.

every time your fingers danced across the strings of that guitar and pulled out something low and bluesy.

the party hummed around her. laughter, the clink of glasses.

someone's bad taste in music bleeding from a speaker in the corner but all vi could hear was the soft scrape of your nails against the frets.

the way you hummed along to a melody only you knew.

she pushed off from the doorframe and crossed the room, her boots heavy against the creaking floorboards.

the crowd parted for her without thinking, the way people always did when vi moved with that kind of purpose.

she stopped right in front of you, close enough that the heat of her body bled into yours.

and she hooked a thumb into the pocket of her jeans.

"play me somethin'," she said, her voice low and rough, rougher than the whiskey she'd been nursing.

her eyes dropped to the guitar, then slid up your body, slow and deliberate.

like she was memorizing every inch of skin she could see. "somethin' pretty."

you looked up at her, a slow smile curling the corner of your mouth, and you didn't miss the way her pupils dilated.

the way her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.

"somethin' pretty?" you repeated, your fingers already finding a new chord, something softer, sadder. "or somethin' dirty?"

vi's laugh was a low rumble in her chest. "both." she reached out, her calloused fingers brushing against your knee, trailing up the inside of your thigh just enough to make your breath hitch. "surprise me."

so you played. you let your fingers wander across the strings, pulling out a melody that was slow and aching.

something that sounded like the way the summer heat felt when it pressed down on your skin.

you sang the words low, your voice rough around the edges, and you watched the way vi's eyes went dark, the way her hand tightened on your thigh.

the song was about longing, about wanting something so bad it felt like a bruise.

and you poured every ounce of that feeling into the notes until the air between you was thick with it.

when the last chord faded, the room was quiet for a beat, and then someone clapped, and the noise rushed back in.

but vi didn't move. she just stood there, her hand still on your thigh, her thumb tracing a slow circle against your skin.

"that was—" she started, but her voice cracked, and she had to clear her throat. "fuck, that was somethin'."

you set the guitar aside, the wood creaking as you leaned it against the couch. "yeah?"

"yeah." vi's hand slid higher, her fingers brushing against the hem of your shorts. "but i gotta be honest, sweetheart. i wasn't listenin' to the song."

you raised an eyebrow, your heart hammering against your ribs. "no?"

"no." she leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear, her breath hot and damp.

"i was watchin' the way your thighs pressed together when you hit them high notes. i was thinkin' about how that thong looked when you bent over to plug in the amp."

a shiver ran down your spine, and you felt the heat pool low in your belly, heavy and insistent. "vi…"

"come on." she pulled back, her hand finding yours.

her fingers lacing through yours with a gentleness that belied the roughness of her palms. "let's go somewhere quieter."

she didn't wait for an answer. she just tugged you up, led you through the crowd.

past the kitchen and down the narrow hallway to her bedroom.

the door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly the noise of the party was muffled, distant, like it was happening in another world.

the only light came from a single lamp on her nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets of her bed.

vi turned to face you, her hands finding your hips, pulling you against her.

she was so warm, so solid, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart against your chest.

"i've been thinkin' about this all night," she murmured, her lips brushing against your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. "thinkin' about what i wanna do to you."

"yeah?" your voice came out breathless, needy. "what's that?"

her hand slid down, palm flat against your stomach, fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts.

"wanna take these off you. wanna lay you out on that bed and taste every inch of you."

she pressed a kiss to your throat, her teeth grazing your pulse point.

"wanna hear you make them pretty sounds you were makin' when you played that guitar. but this time, i'll be the one pullin' 'em out of you."

your knees went weak, and you clutched at her shoulders.

your fingers digging into the worn fabric of her jacket. "vi, please—"

"please what, sweetheart?" she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark and hungry, a smirk playing at her lips. "use your words, pretty girl."

"please touch me."

and she did.

her hands found the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head in one smooth motion, her breath catching as she took in the sight of you.

her fingers traced the line of your collarbone.

the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist.

she was reverent, almost, her touch soft and exploratory, like she was memorizing the shape of you.

"so fuckin' pretty," she breathed, and then her mouth was on yours.

hot and demanding, her tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your head spin.

her hands worked at the button of your shorts, pushing them down your hips, and you stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

you were left in nothing but that black thong, and vi let out a low, appreciative hum as her eyes raked over you.

"fuck, look at you." she traced the line of the fabric with her finger, following it down to where it disappeared between your legs.

"been thinkin' about this all night. thinkin' about how good you'd look spread out on my bed, wearin' nothin' but this."

she pushed you gently, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you fell back onto the sheets.

she followed you down, her body covering yours, her weight a grounding pressure that made you feel safe and wanted and utterly exposed.

her mouth found your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast.

and she took her time, kissing and biting and licking until you were squirming beneath her, a mess of need and want.

her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your thong, and she pulled it down, slow and deliberate, watching your face as she bared you to her.

"god, you're wet," she murmured, her fingers sliding through your slick folds, collecting the evidence of your desire. "is this all for me?"

you could only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she circled your clit with her thumb. applying just the right amount of pressure to make you arch off the bed.

"good girl." she lowered her head, her breath hot against your pussy.

and then her tongue was on you, flat and warm, licking a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

the sound you made was animal, desperate, and she hummed against you.

the vibration sending shockwaves through your entire body.

she ate you like she had all the time in the world, like she was savoring every taste, every sound, every tremor that ran through your thighs. her tongue circled your clit, flicked and teased.

and then she sucked it into her mouth, gentle at first, then harder, until you were crying out, your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.

"vi, i'm gonna—i'm so close—"

she pulled back just long enough to look up at you, her chin glistening, her eyes dark and wild. "cum for me, sweetheart. let me feel it."

and you did.

you exploded against her mouth, your body arching off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you.

wave after wave of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless.

vi crawled up your body, her lips finding yours, and you tasted yourself on her tongue.

she was smiling when she pulled back, her thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't realized you'd shed.

"that was just the first one," she said, her voice rough and low, her hand already sliding down your stomach again.

"we got all night, sweetheart. and i ain't done with you yet."

but she didn't move to touch you again right away.

instead, she sat back on her heels, her eyes roaming over your sprawled, naked form with something that looked almost like worship.

then she reached over to the nightstand, her fingers closing around a small leather pouch you hadn't noticed before.

she loosened the drawstring with her teeth, and the soft clink of metal inside made your heart skip.

"i got somethin' else in mind," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

she pulled out a small, folded razor blade, the steel catching the lamplight.

then a little glass vial, half-full of a white powder.

and finally, from the drawer, she produced a thick, black silicone strap-on, the harness already adjusted to her size.

your breath caught in your throat. a cocktail of fear and desire swirled in your belly, hot and dizzying.

vi saw the flicker in your eyes and leaned down, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to your forehead.

"i ain't gonna hurt you, sweetheart. not unless you want me to. but i been thinkin' about markin' you up somethin' pretty. leavin' a little somethin' on that perfect skin so you remember who you belong to tonight."

she uncapped the vial, tapping a small line of the powder onto the back of her hand.

she sniffed it once, sharp and quick, and then offered the vial to you. "just a little. takes the edge off. makes everything feel… more."

you hesitated for only a second before taking the vial.

you mirrored her motion, the bitter chemical taste flooding your sinuses, and almost immediately a warm, electric hum spread through your limbs, softening the edges of the room.

heightening the sensitivity of your skin until every brush of the sheets felt like a caress.

vi smiled, slow and dangerous. "that's my girl."

she picked up the razor blade, holding it up between two fingers. "lay back. arms above your head. and don't move."

your heart pounded, but you obeyed, sinking back into the pillows, your wrists crossed above your head.

the drug made everything feel syrupy and distant, but the sharp gleam of the blade was a bright, clear point of focus.

vi straddled your hips, her weight settling on you, the denim of her jeans rough against your bare thighs.

she leaned down, her tongue tracing a wet line from your collarbone to the valley between your breasts.

then she pulled back, and you felt the cold, impossibly light touch of the blade's flat side against your skin.

"just the flat," she murmured, her breath ghosting over your sternum. "trust me."

she dragged the blade slowly down your chest, not cutting, just pressing, leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake.

your breath hitched, your muscles tensing, but you didn't flinch.

she did it again, this time tracing a delicate line along the curve of your breast, and then with a precision that made you gasp, she angled the blade and drew a thin, shallow line just above your hipbone.

the sting was sharp and perfect, a bright line of pain that bloomed into a warm, throbbing heat. you felt the well of blood.

a single bead of it sliding down your skin, and vi dipped her head, catching it with her tongue.

the taste of copper mixed with the salt of your sweat, and she groaned against your skin.

"fuck, that's pretty," she breathed, her eyes half-lidded and glazed. "you're so fuckin' pretty like this."

she made two more cuts, one on the inside of your thigh, high enough to make you squirm, and one just below your navel.

a delicate, stinging line that she kissed better immediately.

each one sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, the pain and pleasure blurring together.

until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

by the time she set the blade aside, you were trembling, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body.

your skin hypersensitive and aching for more. vi licked the last trace of blood from her lips and reached for the harness.

"now," she said, her voice thick with want, "i'm gonna fuck you so slow and so deep you're gonna forget your own name. and every time you clench around me, you're gonna feel them little cuts sting, and you're gonna remember who put 'em there."

she stepped into the harness, buckling it around her hips, the black silicone cock standing thick and erect against her stomach.

she lubed it generously, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room, and then she positioned herself between your legs.

"look at me," she commanded, and your eyes locked onto hers. "i want you to watch."

she pushed in, slow, so slow, the head of the strap stretching you open inch by agonizing inch. the drug made every sensation magnified.

the slick slide of silicone, the burn of being filled, the sting of the fresh cuts on your thigh and hip as your muscles tensed.

you cried out, a broken, desperate sound, and vi groaned, her forehead dropping to yours.

"fuck, you feel so good," she hissed, her hips pressing flush against yours. "so tight. so perfect."

she began to move, a deep, grinding rhythm that hit a spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

her hand found your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and the combination of the stretch, the pressure, the sting of your wounds.

and the chemical warmth in your veins pushed you toward the edge faster than you thought possible.

"vi—vi, i'm gonna—"

"come on," she growled, her pace quickening, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper. "cum on my cock, sweetheart. let me feel you fall apart."

and you did. you shattered with a scream, your body convulsing around the silicone, your nails raking down her back hard enough to leave marks.

vi fucked you through it, her rhythm never faltering, until you were a sobbing, trembling mess beneath her.

she pulled out slowly, the loss making you whimper, and she collapsed beside you, her arms wrapping around you.

she was just pulling you against her chest. she was breathing hard, her heart hammering against your ear, and she pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"that's my good girl," she murmured, her voice soft now, almost tender. "my perfect, pretty girl."

she reached for the nightstand again, pulling out a small tin of salve.

she dipped her fingers in and began to gently, carefully. she applied it to the cuts she'd made, the cool ointment soothing the sting and wrapped it up in bandages.

her touch was reverent, apologetic, loving.

"you did so good," she whispered. "so fuckin' good for me."

you curled into her, your body spent and aching and utterly satisfied, and you knew, deep in your bones, that this was only the beginning of the night.

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A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”

Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.

“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”

The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”

Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.

“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”

You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.

He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.

“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”

“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”

Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.

“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.

“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”

Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.

“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”

“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”

It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.

Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.

Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.

“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.

You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”

Shoto can’t speak.

Not when you’re looking at him like that.

Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.

It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.

You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.

“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.

He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”

You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”

Oh? But I am.

The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.

It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.

Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.

“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”

I’d like to rip it off.

He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.

Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.

“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”

“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.

Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”

Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.

“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”

“—Showing you how much I love you.”

Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.

“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”

“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”

“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”

“Wha—I can’t!”

Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.

“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”

In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”

“Keep going, love.”

His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”

“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.

How could you possibly tell him no?

“Please.”

His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.

It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.

“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.

“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”

“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”

“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.

Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”

The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.

Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.

When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.

His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.

Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.

His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.

He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.

“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.

He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.

“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”

An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.

“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”

“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”

“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.

“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.

His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.

Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.

“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”

You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.

Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.

Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.

He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”

Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.

“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.

You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.

“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”

You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.

Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.

“Let me in, you’re almost there.”

“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”

“You trust me, right?”

You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.

“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”

Izuku almost feels pity for you.

His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.

“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.

“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.

He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”

“Go on.”

He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.

“Please eat me out.”

You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.

He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.

Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.

“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”

He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.

His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.

“I’m close—”

“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.

The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.

“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.

You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.

“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.

“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”

Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.

“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”

“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.

“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.

He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.

Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.

It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.

When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.

Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.

“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.

“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.

His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.

Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”

You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.

“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”

Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.

“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”

“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.

You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”

“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”

“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”

His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.

“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”

“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.

Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.

“M-More! Fuck—Please!”

He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.

“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”

Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.

“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”

Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.

The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.

You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.

“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”

Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”