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Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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Day 1: Double Penetration (One Hole)

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x f!reader x Denki Kaminari

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: double vaginal penetration, impact play, praise kink, mild orgasm control, dacryphilia, double oral penetration, cum eating, overstimulation

Notes: Happy Kinktober, y'all! 💜

It’s hot. The air in the room is thick and humid from the perspiration dripping off of each of your bodies. Your lungs are burning and you can already tell that you’re very likely to be sore just about all over tomorrow. You’re so close to being completely spent and you haven’t even gotten to the big event yet; the only reason the Stun Gun Hero himself was here with you and your boyfriend.

Denki hadn’t needed as much convincing as you had. He damn near ran over the moment Eijirou had proposed the idea to him. It’s not like you weren’t excited by the idea of both of them taking you at once, it was the practicality of it all, because your boyfriend could be described in plenty of words, but small was definitely not one of them. He wasn’t small in any sense of the word.

Quite the contrary, actually. He was massive in every sense of the word. He barely fit by himself sometimes, which he understood well, and yet he’s the one who suggested seeing if you could handle taking him and one of his buddies. It was practically all you’d heard about for the past week.

He’d lean down, whispering in your ear about how he just couldn’t wait to push you to your limits while he was bottoming out inside of you, his dick twitching inside of you at the thought of your tight cunt struggling to accommodate the extra girth. His lips would find your ear when he pulled you back against his chest at night, murmuring about how he’d just gotten off the phone with Kaminari who couldn’t seem to shut up about your upcoming arrangement.

They were both extremely eager to see just how far they could stretch you out and the moment of truth had finally come. Eijirou lays back in the bed, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of his abdomen to face him, so that he gets to see your pretty face while Denki kneels behind you, languidly stroking his length as he watches his friend reach between your legs to slap his fat cock against your soaking pussy.

“Eiji,” you mewl, rocking your hips back to grind yourself against his hefty cock as the weight of it slapped against your folds. “Please, need it so bad. Wanna cum again.”

“Oh, you’re gonna cum again, sweetheart,” Denki chortles from behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh before cracking his palm against it. He groans, watching it jiggle, only tearing his eyes away to meet your gaze as you look back at him.

“Yeah you are, pretty girl,” Eijirou coos from beneath you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to pull your attention back to him, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. “Gonna make sure you cum all over both of our cocks, I promise you that.”

“Mmare you sure you’ll both fit?” You pull your brows together, a small, innocent pout on your lips that the redhead decided long ago he could never get tired of. You just looked so sweet, so demure, but he knew that you were anything but, knew exactly how badly you wanted this.

“I know my girl can handle it,” he whispers against your lips, brushing his fingertips along the side of your face as he gives you another gentle kiss.

You lean into it, a soft hum of contentment vibrating against his mouth as he lines himself up with your hole. You briefly feel his lips quirk up into a smirk just before Denki’s hands seize your waist and pull you down, fully sinking you down onto the redhead’s cock as your quiet hum turns into a wanton moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you sigh, hanging your head as you instinctively begin rolling your hips.

“Ah, ah,” Eijirou stills them, holding your hips still while the blonde comes right up behind you, teasing his tip against the very narrow entrance that remained between your thighs.

“We’ll go nice and slow, okay, sweetheart?” Denki places a kiss to your shoulder as he starts to inch himself inside. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod your understanding, curling your fingers tight around your boyfriend’s shoulder as you lean forward to lay prone on his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, but he’s unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of another man joining him inside of your tight heat.

“Shit,” you hiss, burying your face in his shoulder, a moan echoing off of his skin as Denki pulls back a little, briefly afraid he’s hurt you until you speak up. “W-wait. Do that again, please,” you breathe, holding perfectly still until he sinks himself back inside of you. “Oh fuck yes,” you hiss again, a smile spreading across your face as the pleasure finds you.

“You like that, babygirl?” Eijirou grins up at you as you sit up again, pushing yourself back onto both of them as you arch your back and rest your hands on his broad chest.

“Yeah,” you nod, “More, oh God, please. Give me more.”

“Told ya you could take it, baby,” Eijirou’s chest rumbles with laughter as he picks his hips up, his cock sliding against Denki’s as it sinks in and out of you. “And to think you were nervous. Takin’ us both like champ, just like I knew you would.”

“Doin’ so good for us, gorgeous,” Denki places a hand on the small of your back while Eijirou fills his palms with the swell of your ass, the both of them thrusting in opposite rhythms, one pushing in, while the other pulls out. “Fuck, dude, I can feel you as much as I can her.”

“Shit,” Eijirou’s head drops back into the mattress, his eyes closing as his fingertips dip into your skin. “I know, bro, feels so fucking good though.”

“Fuck yeah, it does,” Denki grunts, stroking slower, but deeper, dragging the bulbuous head of his cock along your walls as he hunches over you, kissing across your shoulders and effectively sandwiching you between the two heroes.

“You wanna cum like this, pretty girl?” Eijirou slips his hand between your legs again, toying with your clit while his lips attach to your neck, littering it with the softest kisses as he slows his pace to match Denki’s. “Wanna cum around both our cocks at once? Bet you do.”

“Y-yes!” You keen, the stimulation to your sensitive bundle of nerves bringing you close to the edge in record time. “Wanna cum for b-Oth of you, oh fuck, Eiji. P-please, need to cum. Need to cum so bad.”

“Should we let her?” He looks over your shoulder to the blonde, who’s awfully close himself, if his blissed out expression is any indication.

He shakes his head, picking up his tempo as he leans back, “No, not yet. ‘M’close, man. Are you? Make her wait for us. It’ll be so fucking hot.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Eijirou groans, speeding up his thrusts, keeping his attention on your clit as you fight off your orgasm. “Just hang on for another sec, babygirl. So clo--fuck. So fuckin’ close.”

“Eiji,” you whimper, tears dripping onto his shoulder as you feel yourself about to let go, the coil in your belly winding incredibly tight. “N-need it..”

“Fuck,” Denki groans, throwing his head back as he pours himself into you.

“Oh shit,” Eijirou is quick to follow, spilling his own load of warm, sticky seed into you with a low growl, his half-lidded eyes regarding you with a euphoric smile dancing on his lips as he nods at you. “Let go, baby. Go ahead and cum for us, princess.”

You obey, your body going limp against his chest as waves of ecstasy take over your every nerve, leaving you a quivering mess, twitching with every aftershock that rolls through you as they taper off their thrusts.

“So beautiful,” Eijirou murmurs, swiping away a tear as he smiles up at you, supporting your head in his hand as he leans up and kisses you slowly, swallowing the whimper you let out as Denki slips out of you, followed by a generous gush of the mixture of their essence.

“Damn,” you hear him marvel from behind you as he sits back on the bed, arms behind him as he chases his breath. “Knew I shoulda fuckin’ asked you out before he could.”

You giggle, though it does nothing to help you recover your own breath as you sit up, dismounting Eijirou to sit beside him on your knees, eyeing the milky white substance coating both of their still leaking cocks.

“C’mere,” you chew the inside of you lip, patting the space between your boyfriend’s still spread legs. “Lemme clean you up. Both of you,” you grin, getting on all fours.

“Dammit, dude, you better keep yourself in line or I swear,” Denki shakes his head, eagerly scrambling to get in position, laying with his thighs cast over his friend’s, so that their still semi-erect cocks are nearly flush up against one another.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” Eijirou breathes, sitting up on both elbows, eyes glimmering with excitement as he watches you lean over both of their lengths, using both hands to bring them together and take the tips into your mouth, sucking gentl before seeing how much of them you can take as you slowly bob your head.

A garbled mess of moans and groans greet you from either side as both of their hips buck at the overstimulation. Your hands move in tandem along both of their cocks, coaxing every last drop out of them as you pull off with a lewd squelching noise, wiping the excess off your bottom lip with your thumb as Eijirou pops up and immediately cradles your face in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much,” he sighs, a wide smile spreading across his face as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you too,” you coo back to him, leaning in for another kiss.

“I think that’s my cue,” Denki chuckles, standing and gathering his clothes. “Same time next week?” He only half-jokes, aiming playful finger guns in your direction as you and Eijiorou laugh quietly.

“Maybe for your birthday or somethin’,” you curl up between Eijirou’s legs, leaning back against his chest as he folds his arms around you.

“Hey,” Denki shrugs as he finishes buttoning his jeans and pulls his shirt over his head. “I’ll take what I can get here, sweetheart. Thanks for lettin’ me join in.”

He heads off towards the door and Eijirou turns his head, mouthing the words, “I’ll talk to her,” as he tilts his head towards you.

Denki grins, nodding as he lifts his eyebrows and gives him a quick thumbs up as he grabs the door handle. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

“Later, man.”

“See you, Denki,” you smile after him, nuzzling into Eijirou’s neck as your tired eyes fall closed.

“So..”

“I’m too tired to talk about it right now, but yes, we can do it again,” you laugh and he echoes the sound against the crown of your head as he kisses it.

“Thank you, baby. Did I mention that I love you?”

"Mm," you smile softly as you hum your acknowledgement, "You've mentioned it."

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Day 8: Hate Sex

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: hatefucking, spit, degradation, creampie, lil angsty, Touya's a lil toxic & a lot of a dick, dumbification, mocking, choking, toxic relationship

Notes: Hi, this physically hurt me to write. I love him too much and I put too much plot in it and hurt myself. Enjoy </3

Gonna try & catch up by posting the current day & 1 or 2 delayed kinktober posts per day, jsyk.

“Open it.”

You glare up at the bright blue eyes burning through your retinas. You tell yourself that you’re not going to let him have his way with this one particular thing. Just this one.

He’d already taken plenty from you today. Your breath. Your body. Your dignity. Not to mention several orgasms already. He’d gotten his way at every turn thus far. You could deny him this; you would deny him this.

“Fuck you.”

You spit the words with ferocity, but he only smirks in reply. That signature, smug look of his that always sends a jolt of electricity running through you, even now. You pray that he doesn’t see it, doesn’t notice how you squirm beneath him, how your hips buck forward in the slightest, eager to connect with his own again now that he’s holding still, his dick shallowly buried in your cunt as he looms over you.

“You wanna fuckin’ repeat that, doll? My ears must be goin’, because I don’t think I heard you right.” His hot breath fans over your jawline as he leans in closer.

You can feel the familiar heat that he always exudes warming your already heated skin, feel the fire just below the surface of his palm as it travels from your sore breast to your hickey-laden neck. He always knew how to leave a mark. Always made a point to make them dark enough so that they would last until he inevitably came to claim you again, but just for the evening. He could never give you more than that, but still, you took it.

“I said fuck y—,” you don’t get the chance to finish your venomous declaration.

His long, slender fingers effortlessly seize either side of your face, the digits sinking into the plush of your cheeks, exaggerating the ‘O’ shape you’d already fixed your lips into as he launches a glob of spit between them, the viscous liquid landing squarely on your tongue.

You hate yourself for falling for it. You hate yourself more for enjoying it so goddamn much, a moan escaping you as your back arches for him just the way he likes, sinking you further down onto his cock, making the both of you shudder and suddenly you remember exactly why you always seem to end up here.

It’s this. This feeling that both find at the very height of every encounter you share. When your heart rates run high and emotions run higher. Good, bad, or ugly—it didn’t matter to him. For someone who felt as numb as he often did, feeling anything at all was a blessing.

You never understood that sentiment until you’d lived it for yourself. Countless nights begging him to stay. Countless days wondering where he’d been, if he was still even alive. The distance he had intentionally wedged between you lately felt like a shot of novocaine straight to the heart.

He never set out to break it. Never set his sights on it at all, but once he realized he held it in the palm of his hand, he had to figure out a way to give it back. He knew he couldn’t hold onto it for long without cremating it within his grasp; it wasn’t safe with him. You weren’t safe with him.

But you felt safe here. Despite how much you resented him, how much you reckoned that you could never forgive him for, you felt safe right here. Spine sinking back into the mattress, the staples in his chest beneath your palms, his inhumanly hot hands searing against your sides as he holds your waist.

“You’re already fuckin’ me, dollface,” he smirks, leaning back to slide his hands down to your hips, gripping them tight enough to leave more bruises in the wake of his fingertips as he lifts you up, keeping himself sheathed inside of your tight heat while he brings your hips flush with his, allowing him to fuck into you at an angle that has you at a loss for words. Just like he wanted. He may have been inept at navigating his own emotions, but he was an expert navigator when it came to your body. “I know this dick makes you a little stupid, but surely not that much?”

He scoffs, smirk only growing as he watches your eyes roll back, the euphoric feeling building in the pit of your stomach leaving you unable to snap back with a witty retort. He’s able to paralyze you in any way possible and he always seems to take full advantage of that fact.

“T-Touya,” you whimper, hands pressing flush to the bed to fist at the sheets as you accept your fate. “Touya, oh my God, you feel so fucking good.”

“T-Touya,” he repeats, tone full of mocking condescension. A hearty chuckle leaves his throat, “I know I fuckin’ do, babe. Best you ever had, ain’t I? Now shut the fuck up and take it.”

His heart skips a beat, chest heaving as he quickens his pace, snapping his hips faster and faster as he tries to bury every little thing he’s ever felt for you as deep inside you as he can manage. Tries to forget how you make him feel almost human and how he treats you as less than in return for his own selfish reasons.

“Y-You’re—hnng—you’re such a fucking prick,” you groan, your breath shallowing as you draw ever nearer to your end.

He knows. He’s always known. Always been okay with it. He didn’t give a single fuck about what anyone thought about him up until the moment he met you. The one person in the world who made him give a shit about anything besides himself. The one person who gave a shit about him.

“Your pussy doesn’t seem to mind though, does it?” A sickening sneer graces his features as he drops your hips in favor of spreading you wide open, one scorching hand holding an unforgiving grip on your ass while the other presses down hard on your inner thigh. “You’re fuckin’ drenched, doll. You get this wet for any prick who wanders into your sorry life or am I a special basketcase of yours?”

You’re so close and you can feel that he is too by the way his cock twitches inside you when you let out a particularly lewd moan and narrow your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me, already. You can do better than this, can’t you? Be real fuckin’ tragic for your pathetic god complex if you busted before I did, wouldn’t I?”

Two can play this game, if this is how he wants to play it. You never were very good at it until recently, but evolution proved to be necessary with him. The hand that closes around your throat tells you that you’d at the very least succeeded in slipping under his skin.

“Startin’ to understand that meaning of that ‘seen and not heard’ saying,” he rasps, his breathing ragged at his cock sinks deep enough to kiss your cervix, each subsequent thrust knocking on the door to your womb and forcing the breath from your lungs as you finally come fall apart, tumbling into euphoria with the bittersweet knowledge that no one will be there to catch you when you finally hit the ground.

“Fuck,” his head falls back as he grunts, tapering off his brutal, stuttering thrusts as he coats your walls with his seed.

It’s the absolute most that he’s been willing to give you over the past few weeks and if he had it his way, he wouldn’t even give you that. He’d run far and fast. He wouldn’t look back. He’d stopped calling, stopped texting. Except for when he couldn’t take it anymore. When he needed to see you. Just one last time, he’d promise himself. Just once more. Once more had turned into twice into three times and so on and so forth until this had become the new normal, as if anything was normal between the two of you.

But this was the last time; it had to be. He’d make sure of it, one way or another. If he couldn’t muster the strength to do it himself, he figured that he could at least give you the strength to make the decision for him.

“Thanks,” he says nonchalantly, standing to gather up his clothes, leaving you on the bed, feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable and alone.

“Thanks?” You draw back into the bed, pulling the covers over yourself as you sit up, trying to cling to what remained of your frail dignity. “You’re leaving?”

“Got shit to do,” he shrugs, not bothering to look at you as he pulls his boxers up. “Did you really expect me to stay?”

“You..I mean, you usually do, at least for a while. Yeah,” you shake your head, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous, because he is. “Yeah, I fuckin’ did. Is this really all this is to you now?”

“What’s this, doll? By ‘this’ do you mean ‘us’?” He scoffs, fastening his pants in a hurry before sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. “Wasn’t ever much of an us to begin with, hate to break it to ya, sweetheart. You can let go of that pipe dream already. ‘S’gettin’ old hearing you bitch about it.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Your face twists into a bitter scowl, rage bubbling beneath the surface of your sharp words as you glare daggers at the back of his head.

“Are you fuckin’ deaf? When have I ever not meant what I said?” He rises, pulling on his shirt and swallowing the lump in his throat. This was harder than he thought it might be and it was about to get a whole lot harder. He can hear tears coming by the way you gasp, signaling to him that he needed out, fast. He was afraid he’d break and that wouldn’t be good for either of you in the long run.

“When you told me you loved me?” A sob rolls through you, tears stream down your cheeks and he can’t bear to look. He never could lie to your face.

“I was fucked up,” he barely shrugs, his whole body feels too heavy. “‘S’just trying to get my dick wet. Sorry, doll.”

He snatches his jacket up, feet moving as quick as they’ll carry him to the door when he hears another sob heave from your lungs and it nearly stops him in his tracks.

“Don’t you dare fucking come back here,” your proclamation starts strong, vicious even. But the anger fades into obvious heartbreak before you can finish the next part of it. “I never want to see you again.”

There it is. That’s what he needs. He doesn’t give himself the chance to try and fix things. He just goes. Marches down the hall and out the front door, trying not to think about how it’s actually the last time he’ll see you. Trying only to think about how he did what he needed to do.

He needs you to hate him. Reminds himself that’s why he’s here; to make damn sure that you despise him by the time he leaves, for your own sake. Not because he needed to see you one last time. Not because this could very well be his last night on Earth. Not because there’s no one else he’d rather spend it with. Though all those selfish reasons were too apparently true to him, regardless of how he denied them.

He needs you, but he knows that you deserve better than him.

He needs you to hate him, because he can’t live with himself knowing that he’s actively destroying something that you love.

He needs you to hate him, even though he knows that he will never stop loving you.

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Day 2: Clothed Sex

Pairing: Satoru Gojou x sorcerer!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: implied fwb, daddy kink, teasing, light biting, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Notes: There's a teensy bit of plot in this one, because it actually feeds directly into another fic that I have dropping tomorrow, unrelated to Kinktober, so keep an eye out for that 💜

Your footsteps carry down the long, empty hallway of the teacher’s dormitories. One of these rooms was Gojou’s, but you have no idea which anymore. Though, you suspect that you won’t need to put in much effort to deduce which one it might be.

The swing of the door behind you brings a smile to your lips while a pair of hands with long, slender fingers cover your eyes. You can feel the presence of a sturdy chest behind you, belonging to someone much taller than yourself.

You’ve found him. Or rather, you’ve let him find you. Because one thing that you have discovered is that, with Gojou, sometimes it’s best to let him feel like he’s in control.

“Give you one guess.” His carefree whisper tickles your ear.

“This feels a lot like deja vu, because I’m pretty sure I’ve said this to you before, but I don’t have time for games, Gojou.” Your mouth quirks up into a playful grin as his lips find your neck, peppering your skin with kisses as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you backwards into his room.

“Gojou, huh?” He kicks the door shut, large hands firmly seizing your hips to push you flush up against the dresser. “You’re gone for two whole months and suddenly it’s Gojou again?”

His teeth nip at the nape of your neck, a quiet grunt passing through his lips as he ruts his growing erection against the swell of your ass. You let out a moan as his hand slides up your spine, bending you over the dresser before both of his eager palms explore the smooth material of the tights covering your thighs beneath your skirt.

“Are you upset that I’m not calling you Satoru or that I’m not calling you Daddy?” A taunting giggle escapes your throat as you drop your hips back, grinding yourself on his stiffening member.

“You’re smart enough to know that the answer is both, sweetheart,” he smirks, striking your ass with a swift spank before he flips your skirt up to drape it over your back.

“In a bit of a hurry, are we? You don’t wanna take your time with me today, Satoru?” You reach your arms across the dresser, pressing your palms flat against it to find some purchase with your palms as you toss him a demure smile over your shoulder, which he responds to with that boyish grin of his that has your stomach doing backflips, despite how you wished he didn’t have that effect on you.

“I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes, baby, so I know that you do too. Figure that’s why you’re here, yeah?” The suddenness with which he yanks your tights and panties down your thighs has you gasping over the noise of his zipper dropping. “Unless you really came here just to see little old me?”

The head of his cock swiping against your folds sends a pulse straight to your cunt as your juices seep out, coating his tip as he teases your needy hole with it and clicks his tongue.

“This wet for me already? Has it been a while, baby?” He pushes his hips forward slowly, sinking just the tip in as his hands find your hips again. “Have you been too busy workin’ or have you been savin’ yourself for me?”

“Gojou—” you start to whine, but he cuts you off with another click of his tongue.

“Ah, you’ve got plenty of other options, sweetheart, Pick one.” He starts to pull his hips back, threatening to leave you empty again.

“Daddy,” you mewl, desperate for some friction as you brace yourself against the dresser and it’s a good thing that you do.

His hips collide with your ass, the length of his cock disappearing inside of you as he marvels at the way your pussy sucks him in, how your walls hug him so tight.

“Shit, baby,” he sighs with relief, leaning forward as he slips an arm around your torso, pulling you back against his chest while he tugs aside the collar of your uniform to expose your neck. “Almost forgot how much I missed you.”

Warm, sloppy kisses trail across the back of your neck while he repeatedly bottoms out inside of you, wasting no time in getting to abusing your poor cervix.

“Satoru,” you whimper, tilting your head to the side to allow him access to your neck. The moans spouting from your lips come out disjointed, broken up by the way his rough thrusts repeatedly steal the air from your lungs.

“Music to my ears,” you can feel his smile against your earlobe before he takes it into your mouth to suck on.

His hand skims beneath your skirt again, this time to find your clit, his expert fingers working it in a steady pattern that soon has you gasping. “Been waitin’ too long to have you falling apart on my cock again, baby. I don’t wanna draw this out.”

“Then shut up and fuck me,” you groan, reaching back to wrap your arm around his neck, kissing him greedily as he snaps his hips faster, pounding into you while your mouths trade wanton moans.

You grasp his shoulder tight, squeezing it before you tear away and slap your palms down on the dresser, meeting each harsh thrust of his as you keen, teetering on the edge before one last, aggressive thrust sends both of you over it in a cacophony of coos, cries, and curses.

His hands rest atop yours as he hunches over you, languidly rolling his hips as the last of his sticky, sweet substance spurts along your walls.

Your head drops back against his shoulder and he takes the opportunity to plant a chaste kiss to your jaw before he withdraws himself from you, stepping back with a contented sigh to tuck his spent cock back into his pants and fasten them.

“Some homecoming,” you chortle, pulling your tights back up and adjusting your skirt as you turn and rake your eyes over him. You lean back against the dresser, “You know what this meeting’s about?”

“Right back to business then? You work too much, sweetheart. I keep telling you.” You can see him do it, but you can hear the jesting eye roll in his tone. “Not a clue. Do you?”

“Yeah, actually.” You stand, heading towards the door and he follows suit, accompanying you down the hallway. “Higher-ups are bringing someone new in. I heard he’s actually classified as a special grade. Looks like you might finally have some competition around here, Satoru.”

He scoffs flippantly, “Sure. What’s his name?”

“Levi, I think.”

“Nobody named Levi is going to be considered competition for the strongest around,” he tucks his hands in his pockets, smirking in your direction. “I’m the best there is. In more ways than one, I’m sure you’ve come to realize.”

“You’re insufferable,” you shake your head, grinning as you nudge him with your elbow while you two round the corner. “I hope this guy knocks you down a peg or two.”

“I’m sure I can manage that,” you’re both caught off guard by the raven-haired man leaning against the wall in the hallway, unamused gray eyes settling on Gojou’s face.

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Day 4: Humiliation

Pairing: brat tamer!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: non-consensual exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, impact play, choking, dacryphilia, teasing, sir kink, pussy job, teensy bit of a praise kink, ah I hope I didn't miss any, lemme know if I did

Notes: Starts off pretty strong, so everything is below the cut. Please mind the warnings. Posting this much later in the day than I wanted to, but here ya go! 💜

“You’re being such a good little bitch for me all of a sudden,” Megumi’s hand collides with your ass, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake. You hiss, unaccustomed to being struck so harshly without him already inside of you. “Where’s that big, bad attitude you had all day, baby?”

The joints of your elbows are shaking violently, threatening to give out from under you at any moment, but the threat of your sadistic lover drawing out this punishment offers you the incentive to remain upright in the position he’s placed you in.

“Have I finally tamed the brat in you?” His hands grip your hips tight, slender fingers sinking into your skin where bruises have already appeared, purple reminders in the shape of his fingertips. “Took long enough,” you can hear the condescending smirk in his voice as he strikes you again, harder this time.

“Ah!” A yelp is forced from your lips, but you button them shut, whimpering quietly as you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

He rubs the angry tip of his cock against your clit, teasing your aching hole with it while he leans back and watches. The fiendish grin on his face only grows the more you whine and clench for him. He loves to see you this desperate, this depraved.

He draws his hips back, pressing his middle finger to your slit, dragging the digit up and down between your folds, but never slipping it inside of you. It’s driving you crazy and he knows it. He adores it. He gets off on it.

“Sir, please,” you dare to beg, praying that he might take mercy on you. End your suffering and finally reward you by plunging his fat cock inside your greedy hole. You were quivering for him in every way possible. Bottom lip shaking, elbows wobbling, pussy fluttering around nothing at all. He had to relent soon, otherwise you might just implode.

It had already been half an hour of torturous teasing, punctuated by a swift spank whenever you least expected it. He’d slip his cock between your thighs, letting your folds hug his girth to coat him in your juices, only to pull all sense of stimulation away from you to languidly stroke his own length while he slapped the heavy head of his cock against your ass, accompanied by a strike of his hand or a lash of the tongue.

The taunting was just as relentless as the teasing, but it only served to make you even more desperate. You couldn’t hide it from him, couldn’t pretend that you didn’t love it when he hunched over you, snarling in your ear about how he would take you when he was good and ready to. How he owned your pussy. How only he got to decide when and how you got fucked. How he promised to drink up your pretty, pathetic tears when he was through teaching his needy fucking brat a lesson by pounding your pussy until you begged him to stop.

You couldn’t hide it because every sinful sentence had you dripping. He could feel it when his cock would glide between your legs, catching on your clit now and then just to torment you a little further. He was always so close, rutting against you, nearly claiming you over and over again, relishing in the way you keened when you thought he was really gonna do it this time, when he lined up and almost pushed inside. Relishing further when you wailed in disappointment, earning yourself another crack to your glowing backside.

“Oh, you’re still minding your manners? I’m so proud, babygirl,” He coos behind your ear as he hunches over you, finally slipping his middle digit inside of you. “You’ve been behaving so well for me, despite everything I’ve put you through.”

You hang your head, fresh tears falling from your eyes at the first sign of meaningful stimulation. A moan tumbles from you, your walls instinctively clenching around his finger as he pumps it in and out. His hot breath tickles your neck before his lips place a soft kiss to your nape, his finger curling inside you, searching for that spongy spot you’re so anxious for him to find.

“Either you’ve truly learned your lesson,” he withdraws his finger from your core to reach around and grasp your jaw in the span of his hand, angling it towards the newly mounted camera in the corner of the bedroom. “Or have you figured out that we have an audience this time, darling?”

Your eyes blow wide at the revelation. You can feel his lips curl up in a devious smirk against the back of your head before he places another kiss behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was kidding. This could just be a ploy, something else to prod you with before he actually drops the punishment, but you’re assured that it’s more than that by the next words that he whispers in your ear.

“You remember Gojou-sensei, don’t you, babygirl? Why don’t you say hi?” He leans back, kneeling behind you as he places a hand to the small of your back, once again teasing your entrance as you reel from the new information. “He can hear you, you know. He’s heard everything.”

With that, he finally claims you, mercilessly making his presence known as you arch your back, crying out from the sting of the stretch and the delicious feeling of finally, finally being full. The mention of an audience is soon forgotten in your hunger for more. More of this, more of him.

“C’mon, baby,” Megumi’s gentle touch returns to your sides, his lips feathering kisses on your shoulder that don’t live up to the brutality that you had come to expect would be unleashed upon you, leaving you to chase it for yourself. “Don’t be shy, say hello.”

You slammed yourself back onto his length, whimpering as you tried and tried to gather the momentum that you were seeking. That harsh, animalistic rhythm that only he could set; that he regularly used to ruin you for anyone else.

“Y-yes, sir,” you sputter, floundering and giving up on your selfish campaign to fall into the slow, forgiving rhythm he was setting. “H-hi, Gojou-sensei,” you eek out, words barely rising above a whisper.

“Always knew you were a good student,” a smug voice carries through the speaker attached to the device, it undoubtedly belongs to your former teacher and his breathing is labored. “But I never realized you were such a good teacher. You’ve trained her well.”

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Day 17: Threesome

Pairing: virgin!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader, Satoru Gojou x f!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: virginity, cucking, threesome, alcohol, dubcon (to be safe, he's pretty clueless that he's being seduced), uneven power dynamics, dumbification, edging, cunnilingus, fellatio, throat bulge, overstimulation, breeding, creampie

Notes: Swapped out Baji & Chifuyu for Megumi & Gojou, because inspiration struck, but! I did plot Baji/Chifuyu thing & it's better suited for a longer fic, so it's still gonna happen <3

I say longer fic like this one didn't end up full fucking fic length 🙄 this is present me laughing at the naivety of past me when I wrote those notes. Anyway, enjoy <3

Megumi isn't much for social interaction. Never has been. Any friends he's made, he's made reluctantly. As a result of his social habits, it's no surprise to most that he remains a virgin well into his 20s.

Except Gojou. He doesn't get it. When Yuuji pokes fun at him about it one night over drinks while they're catching up with their former sensei, he can't believe that Megumi's never hooked up with anyone.

So he hatches a little plan. With your help of course, because this plan absolutely won't work without you.

TGHe invites Megumi back to your guys' place one night and for whatever reason, Megumi finds himself agreeing. Maybe it's because he knew you would be there. Maybe it's because he thought you were the most attractive woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Maybe he had a small crush on you. He decides not to speculate too much on why he's actually inclined to go.

But he does recall you being very kind to him the first and last time he'd seen you. How you'd caught him by his elbow and told him you'd heard so much about him from Satoru. How you'd love to see him again and get to know each other properly sometimes. How you all "should really plan something".

Is that what this is? The fruition of those hypothetical plans that everyone speaks about in polite conversation and then never follows through with? Would anyone else be here? Would it be weirder if no one was? How normal was it to third wheel a dinner at your former teacher's house?

He can't help but cycle through the never-ending queries in his mind as he waits on your front doorstep until the door swings open and he's greeted by the Gojou. 50/50 chance and he was left disappointed, but not for long.

He only has to put up with one terrible joke before he hears the melodious chime of your voice carrying down the stairs as you descend, smiling a warm greeting that nearly has him forgetting that Gojou is even there, despite how he's standing right beside him.

The evening starts off tame and comfortable. All thoughts of 'was this weird, is that weird' are washed away for Megumi once he has the chance to sit and get to know you as you'd once suggested.

You're warm, kind, and entertaining. The lifeblood of the pleasant conversation you'd all been having. He doesn't even mind Gojou's usually grating personality so much when you're around to muffle it. Maybe you tone him down some in general. He does seem a degree more relaxed and Megumi's thankful for it.

After finishing several glasses of wine by the time dessert hits the table, he's feeling even more comfortable than he was already, though he swears his mind is playing tricks on him.

Maybe it's just coincidence. You've had enough to drink to loosen you up too and he didn't know how you handled your alcohol. But he's almost certain with how many times that you foot has brushed his beneath the table, that it has to be intentional at this point.

That, along with the lingering glances and the way you seem to savor what's on your spoon just a little longer whenever you manage to lock eyes with him across the table, has him curious.

Were you doing this on purpose? Were you trying to..seduce him? And if the unthinkable were actually true, if his fantasy had somehow sprung to life around this dinner table, were you really so brazen as to do it with your boyfriend right there?

Of course, he didn't yet understand that Satoru was having just as much fun as you were. Megumi couldn't have known about his penchant for watching other men fuck his girlfriend. Certainly couldn't have understood it, having never even been with a woman himself.

But that was about to change.

Gojou excuses himself, insisting on doing the dishes since you did all the cooking. He pecks your cheek as he rises, gathering the empty dessert plates from the formal dining room table to carry them off into the kitchen.

You and Megumi are left alone and you're so wound up, you don't want to waste any more time. You let your foot brush against his again, blatantly asking him if he would like to join you upstairs, to take a tour of the house, of course.

He obliges, though he's almost certain that he couldn't have said no to you even if he tried, and he follows you up the stairs, watching the swing of your hips as you ascend each step.

You show him around and he briefly wonders why you would start the house tour on the top floor until he finds himself in your room. The room is dim, a single lamp and a lone candle lighting the quiet bedroom. He nearly forgets Gojou's existence again and he wonders if you have too, but he doesn't want to say anything.

He feels like he shouldn't. Logically, he knows that there's three people in this house, but at the moment, it feels like you two are the only ones left in the world. The smile you cast over your shoulder seems to reassure him of such.

He has to blink before he hears your words, the third instance of asking him to help you with your dress, recited with a laugh as soft as silk. You just needed help with the zipper so that you could change into something a little more practical, of course. That was harmless, wasn't it? Besides, it's not as if the garment was designed for you to reach the zipper by yourself.

With uncharacteristically unsteady hands, he peels down the zipper on the garment, just far enough to where you could catch it to pull it down the rest of the way. He moves to exit the room and give you some privacy when you call his name, but he's wholly unprepared for the sight that he sees when he looks back at you.

The dress forgotten, cast downward and pooled around your ankles while you stood there looking all the more unobtainable in nothing more than a pair of barely there panties that accentuated your body in just the right way.

He was frozen. And then he wasn't.

Wasn't sure when his hands found purchase on your hips. Wasn't sure when he started squeezing them or grasping at your ass. Certainly couldn't tell you when his lips began moving against yours or when his tongue started this battle for dominance inside your mouth.

It was a blur. A dizzying, lust-filled blur that he had never experienced until right now and he was wondering what in the hell he had been waiting so long to do this for.

He never wanted to stop. He had to keep going. Needed to keep pushing forward as far as you might let him. It felt like every drop of blood in his body was surging straight below his belt, causing his cock to swell so quickly that it nearly hurt for it to be restrained any longer.

As if you could read his mind, or his body rather, you dropped to your knees to free his aching cock from it's prison. Your hands hurried to unfasten his belt and tug his pants down, boxers and all, to let his cock spring up in front of your face.

It was thick and heavy. You could tell that much before you even felt the impressive weight of it in your hand, but when you did, you only confirmed your assumption. Still, triple checking never hurt anyone, so you slapped it down onto your tongue, looking up at his with eager eyes as the lewd, wet sound echoed between your bodies.

He knew that he couldn't be in love, but at that moment, he would have sworn that he was. Watching the way you licked along his length before sucking him down and capturing him into your throat had him ready to believe just about anything. Someone could have told him that it was literally raining cats and dogs and he wouldn't have had batted an eyelash.

He'd had his dick sucked before, but not like this. Not with the level of skill that you had apparently come to master. And speaking of cumming, he was about to.

His cock twitched, practically pulsing as it grew impossibly harder in your grasp when you suddenly ripped all stimulation away from him, leaving him groaning and yearning for more.

The disappointment on his face was evident. His lust-addled brain couldn't understand why you would have stopped, until you asked him if he wanted to know what your pussy felt like wrapped around his fat cock.

He knew very well that he couldn't say no to that question. But there was a catch, of course. Gojou wanted to watch.

"He what?" Megumi blinks at you as you rise to your feet, gingerly wrapping your hand around his length.

He bucks his hips forward involuntarily, his eyes closing as he lets you walk him backwards towards the bed, gently stroking his cock along the way.

"He likes to watch me fuck other men," you shrug, a sinfully sweet smile gracing your lips as you work your hand up and down his dick, as if it's second nature to you. It's so hard for him to focus on what you're even saying, but he'll never forget the next words that come out of your mouth. "And I wanna fuck you, Megumi."

A groan and a nod of his head is all he can muster as his brows pull together in awe of the situation he's somehow found himself in. Is this what happens when you leave your house from time to time? He's willing to bet most people don't stumble into these types of scenarios, so he makes a note to count his blessings later.

Right now, he has far more important matters to attend to.

Of course, before he can get to them, Gojou is breezing through the doorway and Megumi is suddenly painfully aware of the fact that his dick is just out in the open.

He starts to stumble back, to grab the pants he'd left behind across the room, but you catch his hips, dropping to your knees again in front of him.

"Where are you going?" You breathe, kind eyes peering into his nervous blue irises. "S'okay, you don't have to stay. Sorry to spring this on you," the words come out as a quiet murmur, a hum against the length of his cock as your drag your lips along it. "But if you stay, I'll make you feel real good, baby."

How's he supposed to walk away from this? How's Gojou okay with this? He looks to the white-haired man who's settled on the arm chair in the corner, casually rolling up his sleeves before he rests his arms along the back of the chair as he settles into it.

"Whaddya say? Don't you want your first time to be with someone who knows what they're doing?" Gojou gestures towards you with a nod of his head and a proud smile. "Trust me, she's the best."

"This is.." Megumi shakes his head, but he can't stop himself from threading his fingers into your hair and plunging his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth again. "Are you..sure?" He looks to Gojou and then back down at you, uncertainty still evident beneath the bliss overtaking his features as you guide the head of his cock to the back of your throat.

"That means yes," Gojou chuckles crossing his ankle over his knee as his gaze settles on the way you're gagging around the presence in your windpipe.

You pull off of him with a quiet gasp and a soft pop, recovering your breath as you wipe away the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth with your thumb, simultaneously locking eyes with him. You keep you gaze fixed on his as you stand and take a step back to settle onto the bed, curling your finger toward him to beckon him closer.

He's all too happy to oblige, advancing towards you as if you've cast a spell over him. His hands find your waist and soon roam to discover the soft skin of your supple breasts, massaging them gently in his hands as his lips claim yours.

"Want you so bad, Megumi," you coo, sticking your lips out in a soft pout that has his cock throbbing.

It jumps as a groan leaves his lips, his fingers hooking into your panties to remove the only fabric preventing him from finally experiencing the wonder of sinking his aching cock into your tight heat.

"Hang on," Gojou stands, a coy smile on his lips as he approaches.

Megumi internally groans. Like, really? Now?

"You can't exactly expect her to take all that with no prep," Gojou's eyes briefly cast over Megumi's impressive size. "And this is my favorite part," he looks at you, bright blue eyes gleaming as he replaces Megumi at the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees.

Megumi takes a step back and shivers as he strokes his cock, watching in a degree of awe at how wet and beautiful your pussy looks when Gojou parts your folds, spreading you open with two fingers as his tongue slips inside your core, massaging your insides to the soundtrack of lewd squelches and slurps.

"Fuck, Satoru," your brows pull together as you arch your back, shifting your hips so that they grind along his tongue.

It's sinful. It's heavenly. Watching you chase your pleasure and seeing it in your face. The way your mouth drops open, how your face contorts. He can hardly wait until it's him you're squirming beneath. Until it's his name spilling from your lips.

"You want a taste?" Gojou swipes his tongue through your folds one more time, sucking your clit before he pulls off completely to stand. "She's awfully close."

"Please," you whimper, tweaking your own nipples for some sort of stimulation as an accomplished Gojou saunters back over to return to his seat.

Megumi kneels before you, fully intent on worshipping your pussy until you come undone. He starts slow, savoring the taste of you as he parts you with his thumb, swiping it over your clit when his tongue dives inside you to sample how sweet you taste.

It's a flavor he can't describe and one that he cant get enough of. He swirls his tongue around your clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly as he plunges a finger inside of you to feel just how tight you are. The way that your walls clench around his digit as your near your end almost has him cumming right then and there.

He groans into your core, a disgustingly erotic noise emanating from deep in his chest that pushes you over the edge and has you tossing your head back, babbling his name while you gush into his readily accepting mouth.

He laps up your juices like water, swiping his tongue through every crevice and delighting in the way you shake beneath him at the overstimulation.

"Cock," you huff, still trying to catch your breath from the assault of his tongue. "Need your cock, baby, please. Wanna feel you fill me up with that big fucking dick of yours."

"Oh fuck," he shakes his head, smiling in disbelief at the sight of you spread so open and so willing on the bed, pussy glistening with his saliva as he gently slaps the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Put it in, baby. I can take it. I need it," you beg, reaching your hands out to rake over his abdomen, sending another shiver down his spine as he juts his hips forward, the tip of his cock sliding into your slick walls and ripping a moan from his lips.

"Holy shit," he groans, loud and long as he slowly sheathes himself inside of you, stilling once he's fully encased in your warmth. "Fuck me, you feel so goddamn good."

"You make me feel good. So fuckin' good," you breathe, smiling up at him as you chew on the inside of your lip, making a show of massaging your breasts for him as he looks down at you in admiration, helplessly lost in the sublime way that you're making him feel.

He finally moves, stretching you out as he moves his hips back and forth, carving out a place for himself inside you. Gojou looks just as far gone as Megumi does when you turn your head to look his way.

He locks eyes with you, a subtle nod of his head and an adoring smile tell you that he's having fun watching you play before his expression is completely clouded by lust once again. His heels lift off the floor as he strokes his cock, the sound melding with the slap of skin on skin that's coming from between your legs as Megumi picks up his pace.

"Just like that," you sigh, turning your attention back to Megumi as he throws his hips forward faster, nearly hitting that spot that makes you stupid. "Close. You're so fuckin' cl—OH fuck!"

You cry out, back bowing off the bed as he hits it, hard. All at once, your brain feels like it's on fire. It's hard to tell where you are. Who you are. All you know is the euphoria building deep within your belly, threatening to implode and suck you into a void of pure pleasure.

Your hands fist into the sheets as you vaguely hear his breathing pick up, grunts of effort and groans of ecstasy echo around you as his massive cock continues to bully that gummy spot deep within you.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, Megumi!" Your hands hurt from how tight you're holding to the sheets, but you fear if you let go, you just might die.

He can't believe it. Can't believe this feeling. How he's making you feel. He doesn't want it to be over, but he knows this won't last much longer. Not with how you're calling his name and clamping down around his cock.

He slows down instinctively, wanting to draw this out for however long he could manage and your body seems to respond. The arch in your back deepening as you groan, a pleased sound creeping out of your throat as your eyes shut tight.

"Dammit," he hears another groan from across the room, followed by the sound of Gojou's footsteps crossing the room to the bed once more. "Know I said I'd actually be hands off this time, but you're just too fucking sexy, babe."

He's still dressed, save for how his cock is currently free of the restraints of his slacks. The heavy appendage bobs as he climbs into the bed, kneeling before you as you enthusiastically eye his leaking tip and offer up your empty throat, your tongue sticking out, ready and waiting.

Gojou wastes no time, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your face while he straddles you, thrusting his cock straight into your mouth with a generous moan and a slew of curses muttered under his breath as he clamps his eyes shut.

Megumi would normally be inclined to be annoyed, but the scene before him in just so hot that it doesn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, he loves it. He can't get enough of it. The way your cries of pleasure are drowned out by the force in your throat; every mewl and whine and moan getting fucked back down your esophagus with each snap of Gojou's hips.

The prominent bulge in your throat becomes a focal point. Watching how deep you're able to handle it and how much you seem to just be fucking loving it. Having two of your holes stuffed so completely full. He marvels at the way you seem to revel in being used. It's all very quickly getting to be too much for him again.

For Gojou too, apparently. He withdraws to kneel behind your head, furiously stroking his cock as his eyes become glued to the way your greedy pussy is sucking Megumi's meaty cock in over and over again. He's actually impressed that he has managed to last this long. But Megumi is undeniably almost finished and so are you.

"Ah, shit," Megumi rasps, grabbing your hips tight as his thrusts turn brutal. A look of what can only be described as panic overtakes his features as he looks to you, "Wh-where do I?"

An almost sadistic smirk crosses your face, your eyes falling shut before you tilt your head forward to look him directly in the eyes as you say, "Inside me. Fuck all your cum into me, baby, Pretty fucking please. Wan' all of you tonight, Megumi."

You must have known that would do him in. And it most certainly did.

A hot rush of semen floods into you, coating your walls in the sticky white substance that Megumi fucks straight back into you each time some dribbles out. The thrusts that he punctuates his climax with are more than enough to have you falling apart all over again, this time on his cock.

He's still pulsing, his seed emptying into you as his blood hammers along his length, but he can still feel the addictive sensation of your walls convulsing so tightly around him. It's almost enough to drive him mad.

"Shit," you pant as you finally start to regain your senses, groaning as you feel his softening cock slip out of you, a generous glob of cum falling to the floor without the plug he'd been serving as.

You look to Megumi first. He seems more than satisfied, possibly still reeling from the whole experience as he stumbles to sit on the edge of the bed and catch his breath.

Next, you look to Satoru, who's collapsed back into the bed and is still milking his thick cock, strong hands working over the shaft to squeeze out the rest of the milky white substance as his head lolls back.

"So," you sit up, letting your feet dangle over the side of the bed as you turn your head to look at Megumi with a coquettish grin. "Not bad for your first time, yeah?"

He merely turns his head and huffs a laugh, shaking his head as a soft smile perks up the corners of his mouth, "Not bad at all."

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Falling

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

Word count: 4.4k

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: heights?? yep. just in case, alcohol, outdoor/technically public sex, unprotected sex, emotional sex

Notes: This is my love letter & formal apology to Shouto after what I've done to him in the Plans series. Thank you to @thickbitchywitch/@katsukisdynamite for the ask that inspired this piece 🧡 sorry to make ya wait for it!

Also, I know America does everything ass-backwards, including which side of the road we drive on, but for the purpose of this fic and for the sake of all the cute little moments I wanted to cram into it, this is set in an unspecified country that might seem eerily similar to the USA.

You slip your fingers through the warm mug of coffee resting on your end table, bringing it to your lips to savor that first, delicious sip as you gaze out the window. It’s still fairly early, the sky just having lost its pinkish hue as it ascends the horizon. There’s a crisp chill in the air outside, warm-toned leaves dancing around, carried by the light breeze that’s shaking the branches of the tree on the other side of the windowpane. After a long, hot summer, it’s finally feeling like fall.

The chime of your phone pulls you from your morning routine. You smile fondly at the caller ID, which reads: Shouto <3

“Good morning,” you chirp, setting your coffee aside to curl up on the couch, fiddling with the sleeve of your oversized sweatshirt.

“Good morning,” you can hear that adorable smile of his in his voice. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I did, thank you for asking. Did you?” You chew on the inside of your lip, fingers still absently playing with your own sleeve to work out the butterflies that have taken flight inside your belly.

It had only been a month or so since you’d started seeing Shouto after having met him through your childhood friend, Momo. She had not-so-subtly arranged for the two of you to meet by inviting you both out to coffee with her separately, saying she had a friend she was bringing along. She never had any intentions of attending, but the little white lie was necessary, of course.

If she had told either of you that she was trying to set you up, neither one of you would have shown up that day and you wouldn’t be sitting here, all smiles as you listen to his soothing voice through the receiver.

“For the most part,” he sounds nervous. Maybe that’s why he clears his throat before he continues, “I was up planning something for the two of us today. You said you were free today, right?” “Yeah, I have nothing going on,” you say almost too eagerly, blushing as you slap your hand to your face, letting it slide over your cheek as you scrunch up your features. “What, uh, what did you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise. Bit of an all day thing, though. Can I pick you up in an hour or so?”

“An hour?” You glance at the clock, then down at your ‘clearly dressed for comfort’ attire. “Hour and a half maybe? I don’t wanna make you wait on me when I’m inevitably late.” You laugh and he returns a chuckle to your ears.

“Okay, but just for future reference, for you? I’d wait a lot longer than you’d think I might. Hour and a half is fine. I’ll take my time getting there, just in case.”

“Thank you,” the rosy tint on your cheeks increases tenfold as you murmur your goodbye. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

/// Two Hours Later ///

“Glad you took your time,” you beam at Shouto as you swing open the door to your apartment, gesturing for him to come inside. “I just need to pull my shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go, I promise.” You allow him inside, shutting the door behind him to keep the cold out before stepping aside to pull on your favorite pair of fall boots that complimented the cozy date outfit you’d adorned. “Can I get you anything?”

“Oh, no thank you,” he smiles politely. “I actually grabbed us some coffee on the way here. It’s down in the car. I just ordered you what you got last time, I hope that’s okay.”

“Last time?” You furrow your brow, looking at him curiously. “Like, when we met?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I made a note so I wouldn’t forget it for the next time. Didn’t think it would be a whole month later,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his head as he glances down. “I meant to drop by your office a couple weeks ago to surprise you, but work got in the way.”

“Really?” Your expression softens, a shy smile lingering on your lips. “That’s really sweet of you. I don’t even think Momo knows my coffee order,” you laugh, grabbing your coat to pull it on as you step towards the front door.

His long stride allows him to reach the handle before you and he pulls the door open, gesturing for you to head out, “After you,” he smiles handsomely, retrieving his keys from his pocket.

“Thank you,” you nod in appreciation, stepping outside to lock the door behind him.

He strolls up to the passenger side of his sleek, black sedan to open the car door for you, making sure every piece of your ensemble is tucked inside before he shuts the door and circles around to sink into the driver’s seat.

“Hope I got it right,” he glances over at you sipping your beverage as he pushes to start the engine and it purrs to life.

“You did,” you nod reassuringly, holding the warm cup in your lap to keep your hands toasty in the chilly morning air. “Thank you again. This is really thoughtful of you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he rests his elbow on the console, letting his hand dangle above the cup holders as he drives off.

It’s quiet for a long moment. You’re too busy contemplating whether or not you should hold his hand to notice how awkward the silence feels. Should you just go for it? Have you reached that stage yet? Where you can just casually slip your hand through his like you’ve done it a million times? You’d spent plenty of time together, but not much of it was spent holding hands. That seemed so intimate and it was hard to get a proper read on him most of the time, so it was tough to say if you were there yet.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s suffering through a similar dilemma. He doesn’t know what to say. He feels like he never knows what to say around you. That ‘I’d wait for you’ line from this morning was a complete surprise to him. He wasn’t a smoother talker, ever. Something must have possessed him and now he’s just hoping that you’re not expecting him to keep up with it, because he doesn’t have the silver-tongue to do so.

He’s so wrapped up in agonizing over how to start a conversation that he doesn’t notice your left hand entering his peripheral vision, not until it’s there, your fingers reaching over and slipping through his. That is, until the moment you realize that his right hand is as cold as ice.

You jump a little, retracting your hand as you gasp quietly, instant embarrassment flooding your cheeks with heat that you wish would surge to your fingertips. He seems a bit startled, sparing a worried glance at you very briefly before returning his focus to the road.

“Are you alright?” His voice is laced with concern, which is endearing, but it only adds to the embarrassment.

“Yeah,” you squeak, “I’m sorry, I wanted to--I was going to hold your hand, but I didn’t realize that your hand wa--,”

“Was so cold,” he nods, a small smile spreading across his lips. It looked like he was trying not to laugh, which he most definitely was, but it prompted a giggle of your own.

“Yeah,” you look down at your hands, cheeks still burning as warm as the drink in your grasp. “Probably should’ve expected that, I s’pose.”

“That’s alright,” he glances over again to flash a reassuring smile in your direction before tilting his head to the left. “This side is much warmer, I promise.” He waits a beat, “A-are your hands cold? I can’t exactly lend you this hand.” He nods to the one gripping the steering wheel, “But you could, uh, put your hand in my hair?”

“Are you sure?” You laugh again, tentatively reaching your hand behind his head, letting your wrist rest on the back of the seat before he nods his permission. You push your fingers into his red hair and greeted with nothing but comforting warmth. “Oh,” you murmur, absently playing with his hair as you run your fingers through it. “You really do run warm on this side.”

“Mm, mm-hmm,” he hums quietly, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lean into your gentle touch. “Feel better?”

“Better this and the coffee, yes.”

“Good,” he chuckles, feeling a tad more comfortable now that the tension of the initial silence was broken.

“So, where is it that we’re going?” You think to ask, smiling when you see his lips turn up at your query.

“A few places,” he nods thoughtfully. “First up is apple-picking. Have you ever been?”

“No, but I’ve always wanted to,” your eyes dance with excitement and he’s grateful he spares another glance to see you perk up in your seat.

“Me either,” he glances in his rear view and looks over his shoulder before getting onto the highway. “Heading up a little further North, but I brought an extra coat for you in case it gets too cold.”

“Brought or bought something I would tell you is too expensive?” You raise an eyebrow, donning a coy smile as you momentarily halt your fingers in his hair.

“Would it help if I told you that I bought it for Fuyumi last year and never gave it to her?”

“It might,” you narrow your eyes playfully, regarding him with skepticism.

“Well, then I would tell you that, if I felt like I could lie to you,” he shrugs, a soft chuckle escaping him as he sees you shake your head in the corner of his eye. “It’s no big deal. Just about anyone could probably use a new coat for the winter anyway, right?”

“You’re not wrong,” you admit, resuming carding your fingers through his fiery locks. “But I’ve told you that you don’t need to spend your money on me. It’s so sweet, but it’s really not necessary.”

“I don’t do things that I want to do because they’re necessary. Otherwise, that’s just something that I have to do,” he half shrugs, that effortless smile on his face yet again. “I want to buy you nice things sometimes. You deserve them.”

You open your mouth to reply, but you can’t seem to find the words. No one’s ever said something so genuine to you and yet he’s done it twice just this morning, catching you off guard and rendering you speechless.

“Thank you,” you finally say, running your fingers through his hair a little slower as you study his face, smiling fondly at his profile.

“You’re welcome,” he grins and you catch yourself staring before he looks your way, turning your eyes to your coffee as you take another sip.

“So, you said there were a few stops planned on our little adventure today?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “After apple-picking, there’s actually a small farm nearby there. It’s pretty small, they usually only host private events, but there’s a pumpkin patch and this beautiful tree. Looked like a great place for a picnic, so I arranged for us to have the place to ourselves.”

You open your mouth to protest, but promptly close it and nod, “Because you wanted to?”

“Because I wanted to,” he repeats with an emphatic nod. “After that, I’ll either take you home or you can come back to my place with me. I know you mentioned a couple of scary movies that you wanted to watch, so I picked up a copy of those and that, other one you were talking about? Not the scary one, but--the one you couldn’t believe I haven’t seen?”

“Hocus Pocus?!” You say a little too animatedly, but he thinks your excitement is adorable.

“That’s the one,” he confirms. “I thought you might be excited about that one.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it,” you shake your head. “It’s a classic! And it plays on tv at least 42 times a week throughout the month of October.”

“Never been much of a movie guy,” he flicks on his turn signal, reaching his arm behind your seat to brace his hand against it before looking over his right shoulder.

You can smell the dab of cologne wafting from the inside of his wrist, his bicep flexes subtly in the position it takes and you can’t help but look at it, to take him in. He’s dressed well, as always. Dark jeans, a gray henley, and a black canvas jacket, lined with red flannel. His gaze flickers to you, a soft smile appearing on his lips in the brief moment that your eyes meet and you swear that you could melt right there, despite the cool temperature of the cab.

“Well, you might become one after today,” you turn your head, pretending to look out the window in case a shade of pink creeps back across your cheeks. “Sometimes all it takes is one good experience to change your whole perspective on something.”

“Yeah,” his gaze lingers on the side of your face as he brings his arm back to rest on the console. He wears a fond smile as he contemplates exactly how true your words ring. “That’s something I’ve recently come to realize.”

Romantic love wasn’t something that he was inherently familiar with. It was never demonstrated by his parents and he hadn’t had any other influences in his life to model what a healthy, loving relationship looked like. That type of love was a foreign concept. He’d come to understand platonic love over the years, but venturing into the romantic variety? It was intimidating for someone who felt like he didn’t even have the proper foundation to build on.

He was incredibly grateful to Momo for tricking him into what ended up being your first date, because he wouldn’t have had the courage to go otherwise and he knew that. He could stare danger straight in the face, but he didn’t have it in him to walk into a coffee shop with the knowledge that he’d be left to his own devices with a beautiful, intelligent woman. The latter was ostensibly more terrifying through the lens he saw the world through.

And terrifying it was. It was awkward, slightly uncomfortable, but he reasoned that most first dates were. The first time that you laughed at something that he’d said, all he could think about was making you do it again.

Your laugh, your smile, your presence. It was alluring, intoxicating even. He couldn’t explain the feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as he watched you talk about your job, your goals, your interests. It was new and exciting, but paralyzing. He’d never had such a strong attachment to someone he’d only just met.

A few hours later, while you were saying goodbye, all he could think about was the next time that he would get to see you. It almost scared him how much the thought consumed him. He couldn’t believe that he had just spent one of the best afternoons of his life with someone who was a total stranger to him when he woke up that morning.

He couldn’t believe it when you agreed to go to dinner with him the next day. He was worried about it being too soon to ask to see you again, but he was more concerned with not seeing you for another week or longer.

He couldn’t believe how much he had grown to care about you in such a short amount of time when he started planning this fall excursion of yours last week. A month wasn’t a lot of time to fall in love with someone. He didn’t know much, but he knew that. Still, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this was it. Maybe this was love.

He’d thought about it a lot over the past few days, ruminating over how he would even know what falling in love felt like. He still didn’t know where to start, who to look to. All he could compare it to was one of those amusement park rides. The kind that lifts you up and dangles you hundreds of feet in the air, letting you take a good hard look at the ground, at where you could end up if something were to go wrong, before the world falls away from under you and you’re in free fall. Your stomach flying into your chest, your heart clawing its way into your throat while you hang on tight and hope that everything works out.

If love was like that? Then he was certain that he was falling. He was falling fast and he was falling hard.

///

As the day marched on, he only grew more convinced that this was it. This was the feeling that everyone raved about; that no one could get enough of. It was the little moments that solidified it for him.

The way you laughed, so carefree and joyful when he picked you up by surprise to grab that perfect apple that was just barely out of your reach.

The way he felt when you reached out and found his hand while wandering through the pumpkin patch. It was like you’d practiced the motion a thousand times, you didn’t even need to look. His heart skipped a beat.

The way that you were looking at him now, sitting across from him on the sprawled out blanket beneath the old oak tree tucked away just behind the farm. A kaleidoscope of colors above you in the leaves that danced and swayed in the gentle wind that blew around you.

There was no room for doubt. He was in love.

He had hoped that maybe the realization would bring him a sense of peace, but it only made him more nervous that he already was. He considered himself lucky when he managed to fill both glasses of wine without his trembling hands soaking the picnic blanket with a mismanaged pour.

By the time you’d finished the meal he’d packed for you to share, he was almost certain that you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest if you came any closer to him. Still, that was exactly where he wanted you.

He sits back against the trunk of the tree, opening his legs in a v-shape and extending his hand to you, gesturing for you to come closer with a soft expression. You return his gentle smile and oblige, moving to sit between his legs, carefully laying back against his chest. His arms wrap around you, his hands slide against the fabric of the new coat that you had thankfully decided to accept from him as he tries to keep you warm in the crisp weather.

“Thank you for today,” you murmur dreamily, turning slightly to nuzzle into his left side as he smiles down at you. “It’s been perfect.”

“I think so too,” he presses a kiss to your temple, entirely aware that you might not have heard him over the thumping in his chest. “Can I tell you something?”

“Mhm,” you hum happily, wrapping your arm around his torso.

“I don’t know how to say this, because I never have, not--not this way,” he pauses, prompting you to sit up straighter, angling your face up to look at him. “But I, uh,” he looks down into your eyes, wrapping you a little tighter in his arms as he says, “I love you.”

“You what?” You balk, blinking as if that would help you make sure your ears had heard him right.

“I know,” he looks away, loosening his hold on you, in case you might want to scurry away from him and the loaded words that he’d just dropped. “I know it’s only been 5 weeks and that might seem like far too soon to be saying such a thing, but,” he locks eyes with you, his heterochromatic orbs full of genuineness. “I mean it. I really do and I completely understand that you might not be ready to say the same for a while, if you ever feel like saying it to me at all. I just couldn’t let today end without telling you how I really feel.”

“Sho,” you sit up straight, kneeling between his legs and interlocking his hand with yours. “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes,” he reassures you with a soft smile, running his thumb along your finger as he searches your eyes, feeling a spark of immeasurable joy as he notices the way your smile reaches them.

“I love you too.” You breathe the words out and as soon as you do, it feels like a mountain has fallen off your shoulders.

He sits upright and embraces you, snaking an arm around your waist as his lips crash into yours. You return the kiss eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you into his lap to straddle him.

“Mm, Sho?” You speak against his lips, grinding slowly in his lap as your hand pushes into his hair, feeling that familiar warmth.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t bother parting your mouths or even slowing down. His hands push open your jacket to slip beneath your shirt, the pads of his fingers skimming your sides as you shudder under his featherlight touch.

“You said we have this whole place to ourselves? As in, no one’s around?”

“Right,” he pulls back, nodding as he slips his hands up your spine to hook his thumb under the band of your bra, raising a curious brow to you as he do so. “Do you..want to?”

You simply nod in response, the lovesick grin on your face growing wider as you kiss him again before pulling away completely and moving back to the blanket, extending your hand to him. He walks forward a few steps on his knees, cupping your face in his hand as he kisses you slow and deep, dropping his hand away to remove his jacket as you do the same, pulling yours off and setting it aside before you’re tangled in each other’s arms again.

Before long, the both of you are stripped down, shivering in the cold breeze, but unwilling to care. He balls up his coat and sets it down behind you. Thankfully, he brought along an extra blanket, which he pulls over the two of you as he very carefully lays you down, ensuring your head is cradled by the makeshift pillow and that the blanket is at least partially doing it’s job of keeping out the cold; he could keep up the difference to keep you warm.

“Are you alright?” He stops to look into your eyes as he hovers over you, tender eyes regarding you with adoration instead of lust.

“Yes,” you nod gently, reaching up to cup his face, bringing his lips onto yours to kiss him passionately and he sighs through his nose, groaning quietly as he slips inside of you.

It feels different this time, for the both of you, because it is different now. Now that you’ve bared your souls and shared something even more intimate than this deeply personal act, it has a different meaning. There’s a new connotation to this melding of bodies, because your hearts have become inextricably involved.

It’s soft. Slow and gentle. His forehead rests against yours as he bottoms out inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut at the way you clench around him. When he opens his eyes back up, he holds your gaze, staring down at you in awe as you make such pretty, broken sounds just for him. He wants to hear more. Always wanting more. More of you.

His lips find your neck, tucking away quiet promises meant only for your ears and sealing them with a kiss between each proclamation.

“I love you,” he places a kiss just below your ear.

“I think I’ve known since the moment I met you,” another lands on the pulse in your neck.

“You’re the most beautiful, kind, and capable woman that I’ve ever known,” and another to your throat.

“You make me want to be better than I am,” his lips find the other side of your neck.

“Because you deserve the very best,” one last kiss lands just below your other ear as his slow strokes reach deeper, pulling a gasping moan form your chest.

“Sho,” you mewl, mouth falling open as you look up at him, tangling your fingers in the hair on either side of his head. “Sho,” you repeat, your voice rising in pitch, morphing into a soft whine as your eyes fall shut and he buries his face in your neck, grunting and groaning as he bucks his hips just as slow, but twice as harsh, resting his hand on your belly to delicately rub his thumb over your throbbing clit.

“You gonna cum for me, love?” He grins as you nod frantically, grasping at his trapezius with one hand and the blanket beneath you with the other as you arch your back, your hips match his pace as he continues burying himself inside you over and over again.

“Gonna--oh--gonna cum, Shouto!” You keen, coming undone in a shameless display of euphoria as he lets you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he marvels before his brows pinch together, his head hanging between his shoulders as he mutters a curse under his breath. “Gonna cum, baby.”

He announces it just before he pulls out, turning himself away in time to ensure that the viscous fluid landed off to the side of where you two laid, the blanket beneath you catching the evidence of your entanglement.

He falls to your side, keeping you tucked beneath the blanket while you curl into him. His chest becomes your pillow as you cast your arm over his waist, clinging to his left side to keep warm as he presses one final kiss to your temple before tucking you under his chin.

“I love you,” he says softly, not a hint of hesitation to be found.

“I love you too,” you return the sentiment, whispering against his skin as confidently as he professed the words to you. “I love you so much.”

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