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mononijikayu · 1 month ago

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bed chem — nanami kento.

“Are you free next week?” Your breath hitched, caught off guard by how effortlessly he turned the tables on you. It was exactly what you had been thinking, the question that had echoed in your head. He had beaten you to it, but his tone told you this was no ordinary invitation. There was more behind that simple question—an invitation to something deeper, something physical. You raised an eyebrow, smiling to yourself, already knowing your answer. “I think I could be.”

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au;

WARNING/S: romance, love at first sight, nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, kissing, making out, fingering, p to v sex, orgasm, humor, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, nanami kento is that MAN, reader really wants to have bed chem with nanami <3;

WORD COUNT: 4.8k words.

NOTE: i keep thinking about how much i wrote and how it could be a treat for the entire october in terms of kinktober but i think i realize i'll be too busy starting the 11th, so i won't be showing up to anything, so i'll just be doing all this stuff i can now and posting some in between so i can at least have something for yall, you know? also im realizing my actor sukuna series and this is a minor part of it. its such a good story!!! if you wanna read it the latest chapter is here chapter four; anyway, i hope you can feel my love through out. i'll be seeing you soon enough, though. wish me luck on my upcoming exams <3

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YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS NIGHT. And you were happy about that thought. You remember the day you met him vividly, as if it happened just yesterday. You were dressed in a sheer, ethereal gown, moving gracefully through the grand corridors of a buzzing fashion venue.

Models, designers, and staff rushed around in a whirlwind of fabric and creativity, preparing for the show. You were part of that beautiful chaos, your mind focused on the evening ahead. But then you saw him.

Nanami Kento, the famous actor.

He stood out, calm amidst the frenzy, wearing a sharp white jacket that contrasted with the hectic energy around you. His sandy-blonde hair fell neatly into place, and his tall, sturdy frame exuded a sense of quiet confidence.

You exchanged brief pleasantries—just a moment's conversation—but the connection felt palpable. His presence lingered in your thoughts long after. You can’t help it. He was just that enigmatic. He was just that awe-strikingly beautiful.

Later that evening, a friend of his reached out, suggesting the two of you connect. You think that maybe they think you guys are going to be good for each other. Or maybe you could just be friends.

Who knows? You hadn’t expected it, but before you knew it, there was a message on your phone from Nanami Kento himself. And just like that, you found yourself scrolling through his texts, your pulse quickening with every new notification.

Who's the cute guy with the white jacket and the thick accent? The thought danced in your mind, replaying your brief interaction. You wondered if you were imagining it, but something told you this connection was real.

He wasn’t just like any other guy you’ve dated. A lot about him was already an improvement, but you were sure, one hundred percent — he would be everything. Everything that you could ever want in a man.

Maybe it was all in your head, just a fleeting crush, but you couldn't shake the feeling. You have never felt like this before. You began to picture more than just idle conversation. You bet the two of you would have incredible chemistry—on all levels.

Your thoughts spiraled into fantasies, growing more vivid with every passing moment. You imagined him picking you up with ease, spinning you around like you were weightless, his strong hands firm but gentle. It just made sense, didn’t it? The way he looked at you, the way his words were always so calm and collected, but with an underlying intensity that pulled you in.

There was chemistry—bed chem, as you started to call it in your mind.

You saw it all clearly: the way he’d pull you close, lower you down, his voice teasing but sweet. And his hands—how they might trail over your skin with a deliberate touch, a mix of sweet and sinful. You were obsessed with the idea. He didn’t even need to say anything when you saw him, the look in his eyes was enough to spark that connection.

You imagined asking him, casually, Are you free next week? You were certain that if you met again, everything would fall into place. You’d fit together seamlessly, like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Your fantasies painted the perfect picture: soft sheets, the thermostat set just right—maybe at 69—and the two of you in sync, moving as if you’d done this a thousand times before.

You saw him later that night at the after-party, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. Your heart skipped a beat. Nanami wasn’t just an actor anymore, not just a face from the big screen or a billboard. He was real, standing right there, closing the distance between you.

As he approached, you couldn’t help but think, I bet we’d have really good bed chem.

The thought made you smile to yourself, a secret desire that hung in the air, just waiting to be fulfilled.

He moved closer, his stride confident but unhurried. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background, the music and chatter dissolving as your attention zeroed in on him. You could feel the air between you thicken, an unspoken pull drawing you together. Nanami’s eyes never left yours, his intense gaze making it clear he hadn’t forgotten your brief encounter earlier in the day.

He stopped just a few steps away, close enough that you could see the faintest hints of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. You exchanged a polite smile, but beneath the surface, the tension was palpable. It was as if every look, every subtle movement, was laden with meaning. Your heart raced, but you kept your composure.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” he said, his voice smooth, with that same deep cadence you had replayed in your mind over and over again.

You offered a light laugh, something casual, but even the smallest exchange felt charged. “Fashion world is small, I guess.”

The conversation was polite, yet every word held weight. You both knew there was something more bubbling beneath the surface. And that’s when it happened—he leaned in, just a fraction, and his voice lowered, the faintest hint of something playful lacing his words.

“Are you free next week?”

Your breath hitched, caught off guard by how effortlessly he turned the tables on you. It was exactly what you had been thinking, the question that had echoed in your head. He had beaten you to it, but his tone told you this was no ordinary invitation. There was more behind that simple question—an invitation to something deeper, something physical.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling to yourself, already knowing your answer. “I think I could be.”

Nanami Kento chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming. It was a small moment, but it felt like a confirmation—like a prophecy about to be fulfilled. You both lingered in the silence for a beat longer than necessary, the electric tension between you undeniable.

As the night went on, the party flowed around you, but your attention never strayed far from him. Each glance, each word exchanged, only built on the anticipation. By the time you said your goodbyes, you were already planning out the next week in your head.

When you finally parted ways, your phone buzzed almost immediately. A message from him.

Next week, then.

You smiled, already thinking about how things would unfold. In your mind, you could see it—how he’d pick you up like it was nothing, his strength and control so effortless. You pictured the way he’d pull you close, then spin you around, always so deliberate but never rushed. The chemistry was undeniable, it was practically written in the stars. Bed chem, the kind that left no room for hesitation.

And when that moment finally came, you knew everything would fall into place, just like you imagined. The perfect rhythm, the thermostat set just right, every movement in sync.

It was only a matter of time.

The days that followed felt like a slow burn, each one stretching out as you found yourself replaying that moment over and over. The anticipation built, winding tighter with every passing thought of him. Every time your phone buzzed, your pulse quickened, hoping it was another message from Nanami, and more often than not, it was.

His texts were short, simple—never too much, but just enough to keep the flame alive. He didn’t need to say much for you to read between the lines. Each message held a certain calm confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing, just like when you saw him at the party.

Each message was a spark, feeding the fire of your fantasies. Your mind wandered constantly, imagining every possible way the encounter could unfold. You knew it wouldn’t be rushed—it was never rushed with someone like Nanami. Everything about him was measured, thoughtful, intentional.

How’s your week?

Thinking about that conversation.

Looking forward to next week.

By the time the day finally arrived, you could feel your nerves dancing in your chest, excitement pulsing beneath your skin. You chose your outfit carefully, something that balanced elegance with subtle suggestion. You wanted to look as effortlessly composed as you imagined he would be.

When you arrived at the restaurant where he had suggested you meet, the atmosphere was warm, dimly lit, and intimate. Nanami was already there, sitting at a table near the window. He looked up as soon as you walked in, his eyes locking onto yours immediately, that same intensity you remembered from the party.

As you approached, he stood to greet you, his hand resting lightly on your back as he leaned in for a polite kiss on the cheek. His touch was brief but electric, and you felt the heat rise in your chest.

“You look stunning, darling.” he said, his voice deep and smooth, just as you remembered.

You smiled, brushing off the compliment with a modest shrug, but the way his eyes lingered told you he wasn’t just being polite. The dinner itself was a dance, every word exchanged adding to the tension that simmered between you. You talked about the show, your careers, little moments from your lives—but beneath it all, there was the unspoken promise of what was to come.

It wasn’t long before the two of you found yourselves alone, walking down the quiet city streets. The cool night air did little to cool the heat that was growing between you. His hand brushed yours as you walked, a casual but deliberate touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

Then, as if on cue, he stopped, turning to face you. His eyes held yours for a long moment, the city lights casting shadows over his sharp features.

“Should we continue this somewhere more private?” His voice was calm, but there was a subtle edge to it, the tension in his question making your breath catch.

You nodded, your heart racing as he reached for your hand, his grip firm but gentle as he led you toward his place. The walk was quiet, the air thick with anticipation. When you finally arrived, it felt like the world had slowed down, the moment you had been waiting for was finally here.

YOU WERE ASTOUNDED HOW SUAVE HIS EXISTENCE IS. The sight of his apartment took you by surprise, sleek and minimal yet warm, much like him. Everything was perfectly arranged, clean lines and subtle comfort that mirrored his understated charm. You couldn’t help but admire him, drawn in by everything he was. The more you were around him, the more you wanted—his presence, his touch, his everything.

He glanced at you, his gaze never wavering as he slipped off his jacket, hanging it neatly over the back of a chair. In an instant, he was standing before you, hands on your waist, drawing you close with a quiet, commanding energy. The world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit room.

His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm as he whispered, "I’ve been thinking about this all week."

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, his lips found yours. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. You could feel the excitement become even more palpable in you.

Each movement of his mouth felt carefully measured, like he had been imagining this for far longer than you realized. His hands moved with an easy confidence, sliding across your body, each touch making you feel as though he had memorized every inch of you.

When he lifted you, it felt seamless, effortless, as though you weighed nothing at all in his arms. He carried you to the bedroom, his strong grip both protective and possessive.

There was an undeniable chemistry between you��every brush of his skin against yours, every touch electric and charged with desire. His movements were slow, savoring the build-up, as if he had waited too long for this moment to rush through it.

Your breaths came out shallow and uneven as his lips moved from yours, down the length of your neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. Each press of his mouth against your skin felt deliberate, purposeful, sending sparks of heat coursing through you.

His scent filled the space between you, rich and heady, mixing with the warmth of his body as he pressed closer. Every inch of you was aware of him—the solid strength of his frame, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands roamed over you.

Kento’s fingers grazed the curve of your waist before tightening on your hips, pulling you against him with a quiet but undeniable hunger. The sensation of his body molded so tightly to yours made your heart race, your skin tingling with anticipation.

You bit your lip, trying to steady your breath, but it was impossible under the weight of his touch, his presence. His knee nudged between your thighs, parting them with a gentle yet insistent pressure, the friction sending a fresh wave of desire flooding through you.

"You feel so good, sweetie." he whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with want.

A soft moan slipped from your lips as his hands roamed lower, teasing the edge of your clothes before slipping beneath the fabric. His fingers dug in, just enough to make you gasp, his touch hot against your skin. The sensation of him—his rough palms gliding over your bare skin, the tension coiling between you—was intoxicating, leaving you breathless.

You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on you. "I love hearing you like that, sweetie." he murmured, his breath warm and teasing as his mouth hovered near your ear. "Don’t hold back."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching toward him as his fingers dipped lower, exploring you with an eagerness that made you ache. You gasped, unable to stop the sound that escaped your throat as his fingers slipped inside you, moving with a skill that left you trembling.

"Oh—Kento. Oh, baby….." you whimpered, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as your body pressed closer to his, desperate for more of his touch. He groaned softly in response, the sound vibrating through you.

His fingers moved inside you with purpose, every stroke calculated, every flick of his wrist sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves that made you cry out, your hips bucking instinctively against him.

"God, you’re so responsive. I like that." he growled, his voice rough with desire. His free hand gripped your waist, holding you steady as his fingers moved faster, building a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge of control.

"I want you to come for me, sweetheart." he breathed against your ear, his voice low and commanding.

You couldn’t help it. The way he touched you, the way he knew exactly what you needed—it was too much. Your body responded without hesitation, muscles tightening as pleasure coiled deep inside you, ready to snap. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, broken and breathless, as you reached that sweet crescendo, your body trembling in his arms.

Kento didn’t want to stop, didn’t slow, as you rode the wave of pleasure. His fingers stayed inside you, coaxing every last bit of sensation from you, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly undone in his arms.

Kento’s fingers slowly withdrew, leaving you sensitive and aching, but he wasn’t done. His sharp gaze darkened as he looked down at you, his breath hot against your skin. He shifted, positioning himself between your thighs, and you felt a fresh rush of heat flood through you as his hands gently spread your legs wider, exposing your most sensitive, intimate places to him.

"You look incredible, slick like this." he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on every curve and soft line before settling on the glistening heat between your legs. The way he looked at you, so intent, so focused, made your heart race even faster.

Without a word, he lowered his head, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh with soft, teasing kisses. You shuddered beneath him, anticipation buzzing through your veins as his mouth inched closer to where you needed him most.

When his tongue finally flicked against your sensitive folds, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. His touch was gentle at first, soft and exploratory, as if he was savoring the moment. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he took his time, each lick and kiss slow and deliberate.

"Kento—" you moaned, your voice breathless and needy. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you steady, his mouth working against you with a precision that drove you wild.

"Mm, s’ good." he hummed against you, the vibration of his voice sending a fresh wave of sensation through your core. His tongue swirled over your clit, slow and deliberate, before he sucked gently, and the world around you seemed to blur as pleasure bloomed deep in your belly.

"You taste so sweet. So so sweet." he growled at you, his voice low and full of hunger. He didn’t give you a moment to recover, his mouth returning to its work, tongue stroking over you in long, languid movements that left you trembling beneath him.

Your hands gripped the sheets, your body writhing against his mouth as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every soft press of his lips had you teetering on the brink, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

"Please, please." you whimpered, your hips bucking against his face. "Don’t stop, Kento—"

He growled softly in response, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still as he intensified his pace. His tongue moved faster, more insistently, flicking and stroking your clit with a pressure that made you cry out. You could feel yourself unraveling, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pushed you closer and closer to release.

The heat inside you built with every stroke of his tongue, every soft moan he let out against you, until you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your body tensed, your muscles tightening as the pleasure overwhelmed you, and with a final, desperate cry, you came undone, your release crashing over you in waves.

Kento could only find himself addicted in your taste, his mouth continuing to work against you, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you were trembling, breathless, and utterly spent beneath him. Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal, and he looked up at you with a satisfied, almost possessive smile.

"You’re incredible, sweetie." he whispered, his voice rough and low as he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours again in a slow, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on him, and it only made you want him more.

"Kento..." you breathed, your voice barely audible but full of want. The way you said his name made him pause, his eyes darkening with desire as they met yours.

He leaned in again, his lips hovering near your ear, his voice deep and rough. “Gonna keep making you feel good, sweetie.”

His thumb brushed against your lower lip before claiming your mouth again in a kiss that was no longer soft or patient but filled with raw, undeniable hunger. His need for you was palpable now, every kiss, every touch pushing you both closer to the edge.

The night unraveled slowly, deliberately, as if time itself bowed to the intensity of the moment. His movements, once restrained and careful, had given way to a raw passion that filled the air with a palpable heat. The soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains cast fleeting shadows on his face, highlighting the quiet hunger in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

His lips, warm and persistent, traced a slow, deliberate path over the curve of your neck, sending shivers cascading down your spine. Your breath hitched as his mouth moved lower, each kiss searing your skin with a promise of what was to come.

His fingers followed, brushing against your skin with the lightest of touches, drawing a soft gasp from you. Every time he whispered your name, his voice low and filled with desire, it felt like the room itself pulsed in response, his words sinking into your very core.

“God, you’re so beautiful, sweetie.” he murmured, his breath hot against your collarbone, his eyes dark with an intensity that made your heart race.

Your body arched beneath him, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation building with every gentle caress. He paused for a moment, hovering above you, his gaze locked with yours, the weight of his control making your pulse quicken. It was as if he could sense every thought, every want, every need—knowing exactly how to unravel you. And you, caught in the tide of his desire, could do nothing but surrender.

“Please...” you breathed, the word slipping from your lips before you could even stop yourself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained focused, intent.

His hands moved lower, his touch no longer teasing but commanding, each movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, the anticipation almost unbearable as his lips brushed against your ear, sending another wave of heat through your body.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” he whispered, his voice a dark promise that sent a jolt of desire straight through you. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity of delicious torment, he positioned himself above you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made you ache with need. “Doin’ so good for me already, aren’t you?”

When he entered you, it felt like the culmination of everything—the tension, the desire, the quiet longing that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. A soft moan escaped your lips as he filled you completely, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust deep and steady, leaving you breathless.

Your hands found his back, your nails digging in as you clung to him, the intensity of it all building between you like a storm ready to break. His breath was ragged now, mingling with yours in the heated air, every thrust a silent declaration of the connection that bound you together.

“Don’t stop, Kento…. Don’t…Oh—” you whispered, your voice breaking as he moved faster, his control unraveling just enough for you to feel the full force of his desire. His lips found yours again, his kiss rough and hungry, matching the rhythm of his body as you moved together, lost in the heat and the need for more.

Each movement, each breath, felt like an unspoken promise, his body telling you everything he couldn’t say aloud. In that moment, there was no space for hesitation, no room for anything but the overwhelming intensity of him, of you, of the way you fit together so perfectly.

When you finally came, it was everything you hadn’t known you needed. Kento’s name fell from your lips over and over, a soft chant as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body tightening around his. The intensity of it left you breathless, your fingers clutching him as if afraid to let go. Moments later, he followed you, his body tensing as he found his own release, his low groan sending shivers through you all over again.

For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the quiet, shared breaths of two people completely undone by the moment. He pulled you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, his warmth enveloping you as you lay tangled together, the weight of what had just passed between you still lingering in the air.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft but filled with satisfaction. “Well, I think you got your answer.”

“Oh? About what?”

“We have bed chem.” He grins at you, kissing your shoulder.

You blinked and then laughed.

You could feel your heart still racing, and looked up at him, knowing that this moment was just the beginning.

epilogue

The sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets that barely covered your body. You stretched lazily, feeling the soft, comforting weight of the blankets and the familiar presence of Nanami beside you.

His arm was draped over your waist, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept. The peaceful moment was too perfect to pass up, so you quietly reached for your phone, snapping a quick picture of the two of you in the soft morning light.

The sheets barely covered your bodies, your bare skin visible beneath the white fabric. The scene was intimate, cozy, and full of the quiet warmth of a morning spent wrapped in each other’s arms. You couldn’t resist adding a cheeky caption before posting it online:

“Come right on me, I mean camaraderie.”

The double entendre made you giggle quietly as you hit "post" knowing it was bound to get some playful reactions. You leaned back into the pillows, snuggling against Kento, who stirred slightly at your movement, his hand tightening around your waist.

“What are you up to?” he mumbled sleepily, his voice rough from sleep. His eyes opened just enough to catch your mischievous grin.

“Nothing… Just posting a little morning memory, darling.” you teased, unable to contain the laughter bubbling up inside you. Kento’s brow furrowed, clearly suspicious but too tired to press further.

It didn’t take long for the comments to start rolling in. Within minutes, his phone buzzed repeatedly on the nightstand. Kento could only feel himself groaning, reaching for it, and as soon as he saw the notifications lighting up the screen, his eyes widened in realization.

“You didn’t…?” His voice trailed off as he stared at the picture you had posted, the cheeky caption front and center.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, watching as Nanami’s expression shifted from confusion to mild horror, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He scrolled through the comments, and you could see the flood of teasing messages from his castmates already coming in.

@/GojoSatoru: Nanami, my man! Didn’t know you had this side to you! 😂

@/Geto Suguru: Yo, Kento…….You really kinky IRL, huh?

@/HaibaraYu: Is that what we call ‘teamwork’ now? Guess I’ve been doing it all wrong… 😏

@/IeiriShoko: Honestly? Kinda iconic. But also, never gonna let you live this down.

Kento could feel his blush deepened as he kept scrolling, his lips pressed into a thin line, clearly flustered. His hand ran through his hair in frustration, and he glanced at you with an exasperated but fond look.

“I can’t believe you posted that, sweetie.” he muttered, shaking his head as more notifications flooded in. “They’re never going to stop teasing me about this.”

You couldn’t stop giggling, leaning over to kiss his cheek, which was now bright red. “Come on, it’s cute. They’ll forget about it soon enough… maybe.”

Kento groaned again, but there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulled you closer. “You’re impossible, hm.” he said, though the warmth in his voice made it clear he wasn’t actually upset. He kissed your forehead softly, the tension in his body relaxing as he resigned himself to the teasing. “Too impossible.”

“I don’t mind being impossible if it makes you blush like this.” you teased, running your fingers through his hair, enjoying the rare sight of Kento looking flustered.

“Don’t push your luck, sweetie.” he replied, though the way his arms wrapped around you betrayed the affection behind his words. He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I guess I’ll have to get used to being the subject of their jokes for a while.”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

Nanami chuckled softly, the sound low and comforting. “You already have, sweetheart.” he murmured, his hand brushing a lock of hair away from your face. His eyes softened as he looked at you, the teasing forgotten as the moment between you became tender again.

“I don’t care what they say, though.” he added quietly. “All that matters is this. Us.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the teasing moment giving way to a warmth that spread through your chest. You snuggled closer into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours, and smiled.

“Good. So do I.” you whispered, kissing him again, the teasing fading into the background as the two of you enjoyed the quiet intimacy of the morning.

Nanami Kento could feel his phone buzzing again, but this time, neither of you bothered to check it. Let them tease—it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms, finding comfort in the simple joy of being together.

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gladiatorcunt · 1 month ago

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- APOLLO REACHES FOR THE SEA | V.

under my skin’s an intrinsic shrine

cw: kinktober prompt (s) - scent & food play, canon typical obsessive behavior, anankin & reader are both 20, reader has a pussy, more suggestive, friends to lovers, drunk-ish sex, unprotected sex, implied angst of the series’s canon events, aotc!era but pre actual aotc events, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Ani, watch out! You’re going to spill the plums!” You giggle, ushering him in the quarters you share with your Master Shaak Ti.

It’s late at night, a rare day without missions as you both get closer to knighthood. So Anakin had casually suggested swiping some food from the food stalls in the city and having a sleepover, just like old times. You’d known each other since he had come to the temple 12 years ago, and you can admit that you’ve been missing the hours you used to waste away laughing and dreaming of your futures as Jedi Masters. You had bonded over wanting to help people and become powerful enough to stop tragedy from happening, he’s whispered things to you that he fears Obi-Wan Kenobi would flay him alive for.

He’s the only one that knows anything about your family, what you ran to the Jedi Order from. You’re not allowed to have personal belongings from that time of your life, but you slipped a good luck charm in the folds of Anakin’s tunic on your 14th birthday and pecked his lips before darting off to your sparring session with your Master.

Perhaps it’s a panic response, clinging to these brief silver linings when you can sense his force signature darkening. Anakin does what you wish you could, deep down, how can you judge his heart when it’s other half aches in your chest?

“You think too little of me, Scyva.” Ani grins, balancing the tray in the crook of his arm as he follows you to your room.

Scyva, because that’s what an edgy prepubescent you had insisted on if he was going to call you a name derived from the Old Gods. In truth, it made you terribly shy that he wanted to call you Aivela, that he still does after he gives you the bare minimum of saying the name you wanted first.

“Well,” he had ‘hmph’ed back then, “Then I’ll be Izax, because that’s Scyva’s husband.”

So simple, so assured, like it was the most obvious declaration in the world to make. Playing house with forces beyond your understanding in their clothes.

Your cheeks warm as you recall the memory, you close your door hoping that Masters Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan will be delayed more than you thought.

Anakin had also managed to finesse a couple of cups of Jawa Juice from Dex’s Diner, “Master’s a good friend of his, but he won’t rat us out.”

Both of those cups are gone and empty within minutes, the pair of you doped up on the sizzling connection between you. This unbreakable bond that formed all those years ago, it’s like all your pains and troubles fade away when you’re near Anakin. He’s told you the same, with an imploring look in his doe eyes, begging you without words to understand what that must mean. Why you two are so clearly meant for each other.

He’s the chosen one, he teased you when you were 15 and had lost round after round to him in training, the force wouldn’t want it’s son to be without a chosen one of his own.

You were 16 and learning how to swim together, you had forgotten how but Anakin held you up in the water like he had been doing it all his life. You pecked his lips again then too, that’s all you ever did, the farthest you went. To do more would be to open up durasteel gates that would flood Coruscant in sparks and wet wires.

You shrug off the outer layers of your tunic, plopping down on your bed and sighing, “I could never think more of you if I tried, Ani.”

Give Anakin Skywalker a pearl and he’ll turn it into a Greater Krayt Dragon.

His seemingly stuck grin widens and he clamors onto the bed to lie right beside you, “Yeah? Typical of my biggest fan.”

Your arms brush together and a sudden jolt of fire burns down your throat.

You roll your eyes, picking up a plum and biting into it, ignoring the bob of Anakin’s adam’s apple and the flash of arousal in the force.

You don’t know why, but you make eye contact as you finish the piece of fruit, making an extra effort to lick some of the purplish-red juice off your bottom lip.

Anakin shuffles closer and reaches out to rub away what you missed with his thumb. Your breath hitches, the air in the room is shifting to something you can’t even say you didn’t anticipate or secretly wish for. Ani’s always so warm, every part of him, and the comfort his coarse finger tip brings to your often bitten lip lights a candle in your soul.

Neither of you say anything as he brings his other closer to your hip, his fingers ghosting along the curve like he’s afraid to touch you, that you’ll disappear if he lets himself buy into the delusion that he can have something so sacred. Anakin Skywalker doesn’t buy, he gets bought, but every teasing moment over the years does some serious damage to a 20 year old guy’s psyche. Maybe you should think of it like sparring, you can’t improve without throwing yourself into the fray.

The kiss he plants on you isn’t anywhere close to one of your previous “friendly” pecks, it’s ravenous. He’s enthusiastic, moving to sink his thumbs into the divots under your jaw so he can tilt your head up. He moans into it too, heady and smug with every caress of your lips and every wet pop signaling you pulling away to breathe or change your position.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Aivela.” Anakin hisses, eagerly yanking the rest of your robes off in between more kisses and briefly separating to toss them unceremoniously on the floor.

You moan, sliding your hands up his bare back and pulling at hair that’s not quite long enough to tug like you want to, “So do you, Ani, force-”

He cuts you off by snaking his tongue in your mouth, cleaning your teeth from the dark mess of the plum juice, which only stains you both even further. His arousal in the force grows and you can feel his dick twitch against your hip, the bond tells you that he loves being messy with you, that it feels right to be this real and uninhibited with each other. To be this raw.

“You ruin me, you know that? I’m trying so hard to be perfect. For you, for Obi-Wan, for the council, for my mom.”

It’s easy at this moment, with this boy, to be damningly honest. “ You’re already perfect to me, Ani, there’s nothing about you I would change.”

You’ll always love the 9 year old boy who became your first friend, and you became his, every version of him after that only fleshes him out and waters the underestimated sapling into a massive tree with nonflammable roots.

Anakin shudders when you say he’s perfect, the feeling of being indulged and complimented by a friend who he’s spent countless nights jerking off to, muffling his whines and groans into his pillow so Obi-Wan doesn’t suspect anything. But knowing his master, he probably already knows and is discussing it with your master right now.

You pick up on his train of thought, “You don’t have to be so paranoid, Ani. You don’t know for sure that anything bad is going to happen.”

He nods and shrugs it off, storing that opportunity to spiral away for later. You exclaim in surprise as he dives in to kiss you again. The kisses are hotter now, heavy and sloppy with intention. Anakin waves a hand around trying to find the tray of plums without breaking away from you, he eventually fumbles onto it and yanks it to push into your hip.

You pull back in confusion, but Anakin smiles and pushes you to fall on your back with his hand splayed out across your chest.

He takes a plum and bites off half of it, leaning down to share it with you as he crushes the other half above your body, honing in on the squelching sound and passing you bits of the plum from his tongue to yours.

“I’ve had dreams of a goddess of love on a lonely planet in the future, a god too, and they look just. like. you.” He draws back and punctuates each word with a swipe of his tongue through the plum juice on your ribs.

You hear more than see the sniff he takes of your skin, deep lung fulls of the fruity hints in your natural musk. He humps into the mattress and his cock twitches, your belly clenches when he flicks droplets of sweat off of you, the pink in his bunny tongue winking up at you in the low light.

You relax against your pillows and run a hand over his hair as he busies himself with drinking the plum juice off your body like body shots. You bask in his pulsing force signature and the tantalizing sight of your best friend Ani humping his gorgeous cock on the chub gathered on your lower stomach.

You feed him more plums, moaning as he slurps at your fingers and sucks them clean, wrapping his lips around them down to the knuckle. A bright yellow thank you rings out in the force. He’s messy on purpose, letting bits fall out of his mouth onto your tummy, just so he can take another hit off your skin and clean the juice up. He licks long flat stripes up your soft stomach, making sure you're watching as he moans and swallows down every drop.

Anakin’s pupils are twin black holes, and he actually smiles when the teasing gets to be too much to handle and you send out your desire for him to move downwards into the force. His teeth are almost sharp in this lightning, your breaths are shallow and he scrapes them over the top of your mound.

“Smells amazing.” He moans and tries to press a kiss to each little hair he finds. “ ‘s gonna be way better than some fuckin’ plums. Love you so much, Scyva, Nahut..”

Goddess of sorrow, you don’t know how you bring him to his knees.

God of apathy, hated by all but the other part of you, there’s something dark unfurling in you too.

Your half heart skips a beat. It’s probably just the Jawa Juice, you reason, even though Anakin jumps out of speeders more often than not and is so damn reckless he can handle a cup of fermented grains. You yourself feel buzzed, pleasantly tipsy in a way that only enhances the sensation of physical touch.

“You trust me?” Ani asks, long fingers poised to slip into your hole, he won’t give in until you learn to use your words.

No more beating around bush, instead more busting the fuck through that thing.

“You’re the only one I trust.”

The force flares around you, endlessly pleased.

He returns to sucking the juice off your skin as he dips two of his fingers inside at once. Sue him for being impatient, but he’s getting everything he’s ever wanted right now. By what the force is telling him, so are you. You gasp at the little sting, but you let your legs go lax against the sheets, spreading yourself wider for him.

Anakin takes a second to gawk in awe at the view, your wet hole clinging to his fingers as he slowly pumps them deeper into you. You’re both so glad he didn’t beg Dex for more Jawa Juice, there’s no way you can run from this memory forever. He picks up his dry humping, whimpering as his precum falls on your favorite blanket.

He tosses his head back to stare into your eyes and grinds against your tummy like his dick is where his fingers are. You’re nodding, making the cutest little hiccups and tensing your thighs, resisting the urge to squeeze them around his arm. Anakin chuckles as he feeds you the other two fingers, imagine how wide your entrance would stretch around his entire fist.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers and he hunches his back to be able to kiss your clit hello, taking a whiff of that too before suckling. You keen and he takes his mouth off of you, massaging your slick into his golden skin.

He moans and drives his tip further into your plush curves, circling his thumb on your clit until you both tumble over the edge. It’s not a mind shattering orgasm for either of you, too little stimulation and too pliant from the booze, but that’s okay. That won’t be the only time you’ll cum tonight, and this time it’ll feel so good the force rebuilds itself around the two of you, Anakin will do his very best to blame going in raw on intoxication.

That’s what you’ll blame for clawing at his ass and hooking your heels into his back to keep all of him inside of you, like the force itself won’t let him pull out to sleep. You’ll figure out what to do in the morning. But for now, Anakin is grabbing your hand and leading you into the fresher.

The plum tray clatters to the floor.

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mitchellpete · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER 2023

My first Kinktober and first ever writing challenge! (Wish me luck..) But I’m super excited to see you guys request! Kinks from this list, which was super intimidating (lol). First time I realize English not being my first language is kind of a nuisance because some of those I would have absolutely no clue how to write.. BUT ALAS. I picked these out and hope that they’re fun. Also hope you guys don’t mind that I filled one of them out already but I figured since I’m already writing it for an old request..

Will be updating this as slots get filled, so request away!

Characters I write for are here (plus Iceman who I kind of want to start writing for), but I’m very flexible so if you want to ask about any other characters, please do!

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Day 1 - Overstimulation

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 2 - Public

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 3 - 69

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 4 - Thigh riding

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 5 - Spanking

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 6 - Cockwarming

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 7 - Blindfold

↳ Vincent | Collateral

Day 8 - Size

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 9 - Praise

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 10 - Handjob

↳ Cole Trickle | Days of Thunder

Day 11 - Cunnilungus

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 12 - Voyeurism

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky & Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 13 - Hate sex

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 14 - Virginity

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 15 - Dirty talk

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 16 - Begging

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 17 - Edging

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 18 - Mirror sex

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 19 - Orgasm denial

↳ Vincent | Collateral

Day 20 - Face sitting

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 21 - Deepthroating

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 22 - Creampie

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 23 - Bath/shower

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 24 - Bondage

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 25 - Sex toys

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 26 - Brat taming

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 27 - Fingering

↳ Jerry Maguire

Day 28 - Uniform

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 29 - Table sex

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 30 - Squirting

↳ Brian Flanagan | Cocktail

Day 31 - Biting

↳ Lestat de Lioncourt | Interview with the Vampire

#pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #maverick x you #top gun maverick fanfic #pete maverick mitchell x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #tom cruise x reader #iceman x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #ethan hunt x reader #kinktober 2023

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buggyboba · 2 months ago

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✦ October 1st | Hair pulling

AN 𓏧 ↳ ○ | Hello! So wow october already? holy shit. Well welcome to kinktober. So this is the first time I am doing anything on this scale, a fic a day for 31 days is a lot, but I had a lot of fun so far, and I can't wait to share everything with everyone. I came in with a plan but abandoned my plan because my ADHD said I was funny, so I've got 10 locked and loaded, and have so many to do still, oops. wish me luck. So this is the first time I have written for Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, and I am too gay for this woman, so be gentle with me. This one is not as spicy as the rest, this was me dipping my fingers in and feeling around, it's also one that I wouldn't mind revisiting and then redoing into a full-length fic, not just a little drabble. So unfortunately you can see where I became comfortable writing pwp, and fullsent, this one is not that one. There is no actual smut, but it is still kinda steamy. Think of it as that sexy little foreplay before.

SUMMARY𓏧 ↳ ○ A quick private moment in the director’s office, Kate is stressed and you want to help relieve some of it.

PAIRING𓏧 ↳ ○ Kate Lethbridge Stewart x (F!)Reader TW𓏧 ↳ ○ Hair pulling, grinding, making out. WORD COUNT𓏧 ↳ ○ 1200

A03 lINK𓏧 ↳ ○ x

MASTERLIST LINK𓏧 ↳ ○ x

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The day had been hectic, to say the least; Kate had been so busy, and the normally calm and collected woman was radiating stress. You had brought her coffee at least six times by now, you wished there was something more you could do. You had ordered her lunch, but it sat uneaten and forgotten about, which wasn’t a normal occurrence. You worried about her, so you checked the docket of what was supposed to be next on her agenda and decided after the next meeting you were going to try to talk to her. You knew it was going to be a long one, seeing as it was some sort of military general that was slotted to see her. You wanted to see if she would at least let you take her out for dinner to relax and unwind; she needed it, she deserved it. You hang out around the outside of her office, and when the general left the meeting, you waited a few moments before slipping in.

“Kate,” you said lightly. She looked up from her desk, exhaustion and stress etched on her features. You frowned and shut and locked the door behind yourself, moving towards her desk, determined to get a few moments uninterrupted so you could speak with her.

“Yes?” She asked, ever the professional, but her lips pursed together for a second in thought, her eyes ran over you, and you smiled a bit, trying to cut the tension.

“No coffee this time, sorry, madame director,” you said in a light, teasing tone, and frowned when she didn’t smile. “That bad?” you asked lightly and moved closer, leaning over her desk. You looked down at the papers, trying to gauge how bad the meeting was, but when she closed the file, you sat up, moving around to lean against the desk next to her. “Baby, you are overworking again.” You sighed your tone softer as you looked at her with a softer expression. “You didn’t eat lunch, and you’ve had a lot of coffee. I noticed you got out of bed earlier than usual. Let me help with the stress,” you said softly, letting your hand find hers, squeezing it softly, trying to let her know you were there for her and you weren’t going to let her struggle alone. While you had to keep it professional at work, you two had been dating for some time now; it was a secret, but in the loosest sense.

“I can’t discuss it.” Kate let out a deep sigh and looked at you, covering your hand with her other hand and forcing a smaller smile. Of course, she couldn’t discuss it; it was classified, and you knew that, but you still wanted to help her, she just looked so wound up and so tense, and then you got an idea. You moved around to pull her chair out more, much to her dismay. “We are at work,” she gave a soft hissed whisper. “What are you doing?” It didn't stop you, though. You were worried about her; she always worked too hard. Ever since you met her, she was always working. You understood, of course, that UNIT took a lot to run. Kate was a hardworking woman, something you admired but absolutely hated when she overworked herself.

“Baby,” you breathed out in a softer, more whiney tone, one you knew she couldn’t resist, not in the slightest, not your Kate; she wouldn’t let you be whiney for no reason. You moved to sit on her lap, forcing her to sit back more, you straddled her thigh perfectly. Your hand trailed up her chest, your fingers playing against the collar of her jacket before you let it slide to the back of her neck, your fingers playing with the baby hairs there as you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers softly at first, before you pressed against her harder, moving so you had better leverage. She let out a softer breath, her hands trailing up your thighs, feeling how your pulsed against her thigh. She moved her hands to your hips; her mouth found your throat pressing soft kisses that slowly turned into open mouth, tongue lapping against your skin kisses. You tilted your head back and let a soft sound out, feeling your hips rock slowly against her.

“We shouldn’t,” she muttered against your throat, letting her hands tighten on your hips, guiding your movements, not letting you pick up the pace, keeping you nice and slow grinding against her thigh. You whined softly, wanting the friction, and you could tell she wanted it too, her hand sliding up trailing your spine up your back and neck and into your hair, her fingers tangled in her hair. You shivered and put your hands on her shoulders. You leaned forward, your lips finding hers. Your tongue licked against her lower lip, requesting entrance, but she pulled your head back with her grip in your hair. “We really can’t do this here.” She rationalized, pulling your hair in a small tug, the feeling sending warmth throughout you. A small mewling whine escaped your lips, disappointed in the loss of your lips on hers but delighted in the feeling of her fingers wrapped around your locks of hair, keeping you from moving forward again.

“Baby,” you whined softly, your hips jutting forward again. “I just want to help you relax.” You breathed out, earning you another slight tug on your hair, but she let her grip loosen, letting you lean forward again, your lips finding her neck, an amused grin flinted against Kate’s lips.

“What if we get caught?” She asked, knowing you didn’t care right now. She almost didn't either, but she had too much to lose if you were caught. The way you rutted against her thigh as you kissed her neck was clearly making it hard for Kate to resist. Her free hand moved to keep your hips rocking at a steady pace. You whined out and closed your eyes for a moment, the question finally hitting your brain.

“Who are they going to tell, the director? Oh, wait.” You grinned, kissing up her jaw, your hand trailing down towards the waistband of her pants, which earned you another tug of your hair back and a quiet groan escaping your lips. God, you couldn’t help the harder throb between your legs; you loved her hand in your hair.

“HR, you could get fired, I could get in a lot of trouble, and I don’t want to lose my best secretary.” She breathed out. You frowned as she pulled your hair again, pulling you back into a devouring kiss. You almost melted against her, your eyes closed as your tongue rushed to meet her hungrily. Her tongue dominated your mouth as she tightened her grip in your hair before she broke the kiss, panting out once or twice to regain the breath you had stolen from her. “We can’t, not here,” she said firmly, “but when we get home from work, I am going to ruin you,” she whispered in your ear, nipping right below it.

You frowned and moved to slowly get off her lap, your body warm and wanting, but you knew she would make good on her promise, and for that, you would wait until after work. All you knew were you were going to jump her tonight, and there was no way you were going to let her go to bed as stressed as she was, you would also absolutely return to your desk and send her cheeky messages, you wondered how long it would take for her to change her mind.

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#kinktober 2024 #doctor who #kate stewart x reader #Kate lethbridge stewart x reader #Kate stewart x fem!reader #kinktober #kate lethbridge stewart #kate stewart

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tumbleweed-run · 7 months ago

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Reaching Out

It's been several months since the defeat of the absolute. Nearly as many months since Gale and Tav have retreated to Waterdeep to continue their lives. Things are going well, or as well as one can expect. But despite their best intentions keeping in touch with their former companions hasn't happened. That is until Gale finally reaches out to, most surprisingly, Astarion for help with something.

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If any of you are familiar with my Kinktober 2023 works (specifically Like it Rough ) you'll have some idea where this is heading. But this is a whole new work and while it's heavily inspired by Kinktober fics, and will probably feature many of them, it's likely to swing in another direction. This is meant to be the longfic of them.

Letter One

Astarion,

It seems odd to not add an endearment to the beginning of my letters. My most fanged friend? My nocturnal compatriot? No matter, I’ll nail something down, of that I am sure.

I’m sure you’re curious as to why I’m writing to you after so many months. Truth be told, I find it an odd thing to do as well. I imagined I might keep in contact with Wyll or Shadowheart, but, and with no insult intended, I didn’t think my first letter since the incident would be to you. I also had assumed I would have reached out much sooner. But something has stayed my hand each time I’ve considered writing.

Things are well in Waterdeep, or as well as they ever are. It seems the stories of our adventure have softened Blackstaff’s attitudes towards me and I’ve been invited to teach once more. I look forward to it greatly. Tav is well, too. She spends much of her days exploring the city and making friends. I’m sure it comes as no surprise to you that we now regularly play dinner host to an ever-growing number of orphans and those down on their luck. The tower is oft filled to the brim on feast days, to the point we had to commandeer Mother’s house for Greengrass to accommodate everyone.

We still haven’t settled on a date for the wedding, but you know that of course, as Tav would never allow it to happen without all of you there. I imagine we’ll find something next year. Just getting to be around one another has been a luxury we’re not quick to squander.

It hasn’t all been bright days, of course. We all have our moods, things we cannot forget in the quietest hours of the night. Tav grows restless at times; adventure calls to her. I admit I feel its pull as well. We’ve helped a few people here or there but hardly anything worth mentioning in comparison to our grand adventure.

I must admit this letter is not just a friendly catch-up, as it ought to be. I have a request for you, one which, even now, I am hesitant to ask. So I won’t, for now. Instead, I will simply tell you it is a most private request, and I need to know if you’d be willing to assist me—not just me but Tav as well if that makes you any more inclined to help. I have no wish to make you uncomfortable, as I know we haven’t always been the most agreeable companions, so I will also allow that this is a subject of which you are reluctantly an expert of.

If you are willing to assist me discreetly, please write back. Or rather, write back on any account, Tav would be delighted to hear from you.

Sincerely,

Gale Dekarios

Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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#Reaching Out #bloodweave x tav #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale x astarion #gale x astarion x tav #I need to write something fun for a little bit #i'll get away from their letters eventually #right now I have their voices so I figured I'd use them

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jrosa82 · 6 months ago

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Update 2

After looking at my current release schedule I realized I'm actually covered until New Years, at which point the Epilogue from my previous post needs to be finished.

In other new guess who spent an hour researching the appropriate attire for a character because I stared writing a scene and realized I had no clue what the period appropriate attire would be for the situation. This sadly led me to do additional world building for my 6 part series (which I should really stop working on considering my other WIPs but it is what it is).

I might manage to write an outline this weekend for the epilogue and the series, especially since I plan to not only have a whole week to write soon, but also various hours of travel time to work (even if I am offline.

Wish me luck, I'm hoping to actually manage to not only finish that cursed epilogue (and probably never revisit that story for a remix until next May), but also I really wanna finish the kinktober story I have saved (It's got like 7 of the 31 days and it won't see the light of day until September of 2025), finish my first ever fic so that people can meet my OC (I really like her), and finally I'm hopefully going to finish researching in order to write my 6 part series and have an additional 2 stories (I know almost nothing about one of my characters and it's going to be important).

Does anyone have advice on how to write more? Because I see some people churn out 20k in like a day (this person's day job is writing so that might effect) and I'm over here like it took me 4 years but I finally made 20k happen (no quitting my day job is not an option).

#fanfic #writing

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thewritingginger · 3 years ago

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Welcome to Kinktober 2021 Lovelies!!!

This is my first year of ever trying this so wish me luck and be kind to me if I'm late, especially cuz I am in school right now.

However this was one I had finished ahead of time :D So I hope I’ve started this Kinktober off on a good note.

Also please excuse any mistakes lol

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Armin Arlert x GN! Reader Word count: 1.3k+ words Warnings: 18+, Sub! Armin, Light dirty talk, Teasing, Cursing, Pet names (Angel, Baby, Sweetheart, Lovey), Hand job, Spit, Cum licking

Enjoy ~

Coming home from a hard day of training Armin told you he wanted you to touch him and you obliged. Though, perhaps not exactly how he was hoping.

Making your way into his room you immediately push him onto the edge of his bed. Leaning over, you give him a quick heated kiss whilst pulling up the hem of his shirt. Breaking away you lower to your knees, his legs spread extensively for your access. He reclines back onto his palms looking relieved.

“Oh Angel, you always know what I need.” He coos. You just return him with a sweet smile, because little does he know you do know what he needs and most importantly exactly what he wants however you might just make him wait for it.

Perhaps even beg a little while you’re at it.

“Of course, baby.” You say, running your hands up and down his thighs watching the bulge in his pants pushing against the zipper with every light touch.

Your palms move up his thighs and graze his stomach, his abs contract at the touch earning you a sigh from your boy. Your fingers make work on his belt, slowly pulling it from the loops of his pants before discarding it beside you. As you deal with his button and zipper you can feel Armin becoming restless - which is exactly where you want him.

No, you don’t want to give him hope of pleasure then leave him hanging needy and unsatisfied. But there isn’t anything wrong in having a little fun before you do, is there?

Once his pants are fully undone you don’t bother to pull them down, there’s no reason to when all you need is right there. Armin begins to let out soft sighs and moans as you massage him through his navy blue underwear.

“Oh fuck, baby. Stop teasing me and just touch my cock, please.” His pleads are music to your ears.

“Shh, just relax Miny. I’ll take good care of your needy cock.” Batting your eyes as you continue to rub his clothed member and his thigh with your free hand. “You’re so pretty, Armin. I love the way your muscles contract with my every touch.” You really do. His lean torso is on full display for you and you can’t help the urge to lick a wet line up his abs.

“Guh, Angel please.” As much as you love to hear him begging, you're starting to feel sorry for the poor guy. It must be so painful to have his stiff cock trapped under his tight boxers, being touched but not getting enough.

Poor baby.

Putting him out of his misery you finally reach under his waistband and grab his throbbing manhood, it twitches in your hand at the contact. You let go once he’s free, rubbing your flat palm against the underside of his shaft, pushing him against his own abdomen, his precum leaking onto his stomach.

Finally wrapping your hand around him, smearing around the wetness on his tip with your thumb. The blonde is already unraveling, letting out a soft moan.

Straightening up you hover over his manhood letting a warm glob of spit ooze out from your lips coating his head. Satisfied, you return back to your kneeling position to start stroking him- which is when the real sweet music begins to play. Every slow stroke you make pulls a moan from him and with every twist of your wrist over his pink tip makes an airy mewl sing from his throat.

“Sweetheart, please. Please give me more.”

“Is this not enough for you, Armin? You said you wanted me to touch your cock. Is this not what you wanted?” You pout, looking up through your lashes.

“No-ah- not at all, Angel. You're touching me so good, just-.” He is struggling to talk through the teasing pleasure you are giving him. Squeezing his cock just a bit every time he tries to speak.

“Just what, Lovey?” You egg on. Wetting your palm you retrieve his unattended sack out from under his boxers to give them a little massage.

“I- Just- fuck!- Kiss me, Baby! Please. Anything. I just need more of you.” You love the way his beautiful face contorts in pleasure. Those big blue eyes bleeding with lust and need, you feel that with the look he is giving you he may even cry.

Letting go completely you rise to your feet, his brows raise but you don’t allow him to say anything before you push him back to lay flat on his bed. He scoots back so you have room to climb on. Straddling his legs he props up onto his elbows.

“Why are you so needy, Baby?” You ask sweetly as you continue stroking his length, he hisses through his teeth as the sudden reanimation of your movements.

“You just make me feel so good and I need it.”

“Need what?”

“Any-anything. You!” You can see his mind spinning for answers that would press you to do as he wishes.

“You have me, Armin.” You purr into his ear, your fist squeezing him every so tightly. “Are my hands not good enough for your needy cock? Because I can stop if that’s the case.” You enjoy the way his body reacts to that idea.

“No, no. Please don’t stop.” His eyes squeeze shut when you speed up your hand.

“That’s what I thought.”

Head falls back, his mouth ajar releasing soft pants and sweet whines. Your free hand cups his cheek.

“Look at me, Baby.” His eyes sag open, his lips parted. “You’re so pretty when I play with your cock.” You coo with a small smile. He tries to reach up and kiss you but you retract. “Nuh uh. Don’t get too excited, just let me take care of you.”

Placing your hand open under his chin you command, “Spit.” and “More.” He obeys.

“Good boy.”

You recline back on your knees to spread his spit all over his manhood. Coating his throbbing shaft and tightening balls with the warm slick. He groans at the added slip. With both your hands working him his brain is clouded and all that spills from his mouth are moans and pieced together praises.

“Ah God -shit- yes! Just like- oh Angel don’t sto- ah.” His cock twitches with anticipation of his climax, balls tightening in your palm. Squeezing and kneading them as you rapidly stroke and tease the tip of his leaking head.

“Oh god, Beautiful. I’m gonna cum.” His voice goes up an octave, becoming cute and shrill under your manipulating hands.

“Then do it, Baby. You deserve it. You’ve been so good for me.” Your hands are unrelenting, inching him closer to his peak. Praising and encouraging him towards the end of his rope. His cries fill the room. “Come on, Baby. You’re so close aren’t you?”

“God yes -fuck- you rub me so good, I can’t take it anymo- ha ah.” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he erupted. Squirting hot milky ropes of cum on his bare chest.

“Good job, Baby.” You finally pull him in for a kiss, his lips lazely try to keep up with yours, as you continue to milk and overstimulate his twitching cock in your slowing hand.

Once his sack is completely dispensed onto his stomach he falls back on the bed. Chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, you’ve made quite the mess, Miny.” He peers up when he feels your weight moving down his legs. “Let me clean that up for you.” You say as you drag your hot tongue over his toned stomach. Lapping up all his sticky cum dripping down him. He sighs, looking down at the erotic act.

Once you’ve finished, your lips glisten with a mixture of cum and saliva. Crawling back up his form you tentatively brush the stray locks of hair from his forehead. His hand caresses your cheek pulling you in for a kiss. Humming at the taste of himself on your lips.

“Do you feel better now?” You giggle, he just smiles.

“Immensely. However,-” He flips you over, his elbows resting on either side of your head. “I’m not satisfied.”

OK! There it is. My first ever Kinktober post!

Hope you enjoyed that and if you did I’d love to know your thoughts.

I am in school so there will be missed days but here's hoping for what I do get posted is satisfying :)

Till next time.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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I write sins not tragedies - Andy Barber smut

The one where you’re Andy’s sugar baby and he loves seeing you in lingerie

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, sugar daddy relationship, infidelity (reader is the other woman), throatfucking, curses, some degrading name-calling in a very loving way

A/N: Day 5 of kinktober and I can’t believe I’m still keeping up with this! Prompts for today were daddy kink and lingerie!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t even notice him entering the apartment, that’s how focused on my study session I was. But then two strong arms wrapped themselves around my torso and before I could even consider tensing up from the surprise, his cologne calmed my brain down and I was automatically melting against him.

“Hi, daddy.” I turned my head to the side to meet his eyes, but no such luck. He had buried his face against the crook of my neck, and his delicious beard was tickling me, making me thrash around in his arms.

“Hi, princess. I thought you’d missed me,” he mumbled against my skin, making me giggle. For someone who was constantly accusing me of being dramatic, he could be so much worser than me sometimes. Especially when he had a hard day in the office or in his family life.

“You know I always do. Did you have a rough day?” At that, he finally released me, allowing me to turn around on the bed so I could look him in the eye, taking notice of the dark patches underneath them. “Oh, Andy. I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

My words brought a little smile to his face, and his eyes shined with a particular light as he looked at me, his hands cradling my cheeks. “You’re the only one who can take care of me properly.”

I tried not to show how he made me feel warm inside with just that one sentence, because I was honestly very worried about him, so I simply rolled my eyes. “Then I guess you have to move in, so I can take care of you 24/7, huh?”

It was just a teasing remark, I honestly didn’t have any second intentions with my words. I knew what I was getting into when Andy approached me with the proposition to become his sugar baby. I knew he was married and had a kid not that much younger than me and I never deluded myself into believing he’d simply abandon everything for me.

But when things got bad and I couldn’t be there for him when he actually needed me, that was the only time I second-guessed this entire arrangement. Because the truth was, I had fallen for him, hard. And it was difficult to remember he wasn’t mine to take care of most of the time.

“Please, ignore what I said. I didn’t mean it like that. Come here,” I begged, wrapping my hands around his suit’s lapels and pulling his weight down on the bed, so he’d be on top of me. Even frozen from the shock provoked by my words, he still easily followed, allowing me to cradle his face and kiss him all over until he was comfortable enough to talk again.

“Y/N…” He suddenly started, trying to push himself away from me, his voice in such a serious tone that I immediately knew what he was going to say, but I didn’t need to hear it. So I followed his movements, sitting up on the bed too, before covering his mouth with one of my hands, climbing on his lap.

“Please, Andy, don’t. Really. All I meant was… It doesn’t matter, you just don’t need to worry about it. I love what we have. I’m not asking for more. Promise.” He didn’t look like he trusted me that much, but then again, it could also be a bit of his own guilt as he stared me down with those expressive brown eyes of his. But I wouldn’t let him get dragged into that useless whirlwind, at least that I could do for him.

“Here, let me take your mind off of it. Wanna see something nice?” He still looked wary as he watched me get out of bed until I was standing in front of him, but after a few minutes and a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and nodded.

“If it comes from you, always.” The tiny smile he gave me had my heart doing backflips in my chest, and I returned it with a much bigger one, hoping to show him that I really was fine. And then I started to push down my sweatpants, wiggling out of them before taking off my sweater too, until I was left with only my latest purchase.

The sound of Andy’s breath hitching was everything I needed to know I was in the right direction. The piece I was wearing was yellow with white little daisies that covered the places there were supposed to be lace or any sort of fabric. It was ridiculously expensive for something with so little, but the way Andy was looking at me made it seem worthy.

He always did have a thing for seeing me in lingerie. Well, I didn’t know if it was me, specifically, just that it was the first thing he started to gift me just as soon as he covered all the essentials I needed to live.

For a long time, they were all that I had except for his impromptu gifts that always consisted of new lingerie pieces and some other frivolous thing, like a designer bag or some jewels, and I always accepted it with gratitude but insisted that he didn’t have to bother. I liked him and all I needed was for his help with the bills, but still, he wouldn’t have it.

He’d say that spoiling me was the best part of his week and that me accepting what he got me was one of the things I needed to do for him in return, so really, what could I do? The problematic part was when he started to include in the allowance money that he gave me to buy groceries a few hundred dollars supposed to be destined for me to buy some new pieces myself.

He wanted to be surprised, he said. As much as he loved to pick out some pieces for me and imagine me in them before actually getting to see them against my skin, he also wanted to have me amaze him once in a while. And this was the first time I finally got the courage to do so.

“Babygirl, you look so…” Immediately jumping back into the mindset that I wanted him to be in, I silently congratulated myself not only on being able to distract him but also for my choice in underwear. “Delicious,” was the word he settled in, the hand that was holding mine as I twirled around for him to get a full-view suddenly disappearing as he stood upright in front of me, towering over my scantily-clad body with his full height while still wearing his suit.

The way he was looking at me had me shivering under his gaze, and he smirked when he noticed, just before dropping to his knees and grabbing one of my legs to put it over his shoulder. “In more ways than one…”

And then his tongue was right over my pussy, a single finger from the hand that wasn’t helping me stay up curled against my underwear to allow him to move freely. He hummed at my taste, making my knees instantly buckled. “How the fuck are you so delicious, huh, babygirl?”

Before I could even consider answering, he sucked on my clit, making me release a strangled gasp as I tried to keep myself up, a hand on his hair and the other on his shoulder. He knew how hard it was for me to do anything when his face was buried against me, knew how talented he was with that tongue, but still, he didn’t have any pity for me.

“Answer daddy,” he admonished, slapping the back of one of my thighs, almost making me fall to my knees. “C’mon, sweet girl. You know how much I hate when you leave me unanswered.”

Taking a deep breath to try to gather my thoughts, it was hard for me to even remember what it was that he’d asked me in the first place. Finally, after another slap, this one over my ass, which he took the opportunity to grab after, I managed to spill out an “I-I don’t know, daddy.”

It wasn’t the answer Andy wanted, that much I knew, so it didn’t surprise me too much when he detached myself from my pussy after one last lick, before getting up to his full height, his hands immediately going to his belt.

“You know that’s not good enough, baby. Get on your knees for me.” I bit on my lower lip to stop a smile from appearing on my face, for the sake of our game. This was supposed to be a punishment, I knew that. I couldn’t very well just show him how eager I was to have his taste on my tongue again.

But the smirk he sported as he slapped his cock against my cheek let me know he was well aware of the fact. The number of times I’d been called his cockslut, after all, couldn’t very well be forgotten by the very man who had trained me to take him like a pro.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, sweetheart,” he warned, making me bite the inside of my cheek to stop the giggles that I could feel rising through my chest. “But if you let daddy fuck your throat the way he likes, he just might give you what you want. Open up,” he orders and I, ever dutifully and simply his, do exactly as he says, my tongue sticking out to welcome his weight on my mouth.

“Shit, baby, I always forget how incredible you feel,” he comments mindlessly, and despite knowing it was nothing less than a compliment, it hurts my chest for a moment the possibility of him going home and simply pretending that I don’t exist, ignoring how great I can make him feel.

Blinking away the tears that were already rising under my eyelids, I couldn’t really attribute them to the lack of oxygen yet, but I was hoping the excuse would fit if one managed to escape. So I blindly reached out for Andy’s ass and pulled him to me, effectively choking myself on his dick.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST, what has gotten into you today?” He asked as he pulled me back from his cock by my hair, and I coughed a bit as I gathered my breath, before shaking my head as well as I could while he kept his grip on me.

“Nothing, daddy. I just really want to pleasure you.” He looked suspicious again, but now wasn’t the time to inquire about it. Not when his cock was throbbing, the red tip leaking precum drops that you were too eager to lap up. “Fuck, okay. But stay put, alright, princess? Let daddy decide the pace.”

Your mouth-watering at the sight of him helped the blowjob immediately become sloppy, just like he liked. “Fuckkkk. Just like that, baby girl. Now, relax your throat, okay?” I did as he said, allowing him to dip my head back as I reminded myself to breathe through my nose before he immediately started to fuck his cock on my throat, provoking my gag reflex to act up and the tears to start again.

“Hold it, baby. We both know you can. Don’t you like it when daddy’s cock is nested inside your pretty throat? When you can’t breathe and it’s all because of me?” His hand gripped my neck, aiding the asphyxiation as he felt himself inside of me. “Oh, yeah. See? This is why daddy loves coming to see you. Only you can treat him so. fucking. well.”

After a particularly hard thrust that left me coughing out my lungs, he pulled me to my feet by my hair before throwing me on the bed, face down. “And since you’ve been such a good little girl for daddy, he’ll give you what you want.”

I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs as I heard him open the condom packet. Just the sound of the foil was enough to make me whimper. Behind me, I could hear Andy chuckle at my eagerness.

“Such a good little princess for me. So crazy for my cock, huh?” The blunt head of his length rubbing against my throbbing clit was exactly enough to get me even needier for him. I sucked in a breath as he teased me for a little while, rubbing himself over my opening but never actually pushing in.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Y-yes, daddy. Only for your cock.” Fuck, she just knew exactly what to say to make me lose control. This was precisely why I needed her so much. Why I couldn’t even feel bad about what I was doing. Not when she was the only one with whom I could actually be myself.

Thrusting inside of her for the first time in a night was always the best feeling, probably akin only to walking through the gates of heaven, perhaps because that’s what she was to me: my own little piece of heaven, my angel on Earth.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I asked, my heart overflowing with emotions I couldn’t allow myself to feel as I carefully brushed the strands of her hair away from her face, so I could hold them all in my makeshift ponytail. When she hummed in agreement, that’s when I felt comfortable enough to start thrusting in and out of her, appreciating the wet sounds of her pussy trying to keep my cock inside of her.

“Daddy… please…” She begged, her hands reaching forward to hold onto the duvet of her bed while I abided by her desires and started to fuck into her harder. She really was my other half, the only one who understood and reciprocated my needs.

“Daddy got you, little one. Just hold on tight.” Her hands practically curled into fists, I started to fully pound her against the mattress, one of my hands coming around her to hug her back to me, while I played with her clit. “Such a perfect little girl for your daddy. Now daddy needs you to cum around him, can you do that, princess? Can you be a good girl for me?”

The dirty talk always got to her, and within seconds she was trembling in my arms, gasping in need of air as her pussy milked my cock until all of my cum was safely inside the condom.

I could still remember when we had that discussion. I obviously had wanted to fuck her raw, but that was one of the only limits she established right away. “You’re still gonna be fucking your wife, I need to be safe.”

The fact that I hadn’t felt anything when she pointed out that if I was cheating, Laurie could very well be doing the same, should have shown me just how screwed up I was. “Princess…” I started after cleaning us both with a wet towel from the bathroom. She looked up at me expectantly, obviously curious about what I had to say, but the seconds our eyes met, she already knew the subject I was going to approach.

“No, Andy. Let it go! We’ve been through this already.” Sighing, I couldn’t help but smile as I sat down by her side on the bed, as always fascinated by the fact that she could so easily read what was on my mind.��

“As incredible as you are, baby girl, I don’t think you know precisely what I got to say, and the truth is, I need you to hear this.” She shut her mouth at that, but still pouted, showing me how skeptical she was.

Chuckling softly, I held her hands in mine before caressing her cheek, trying to show her through the intensity of my gaze that my words were 100% honest. “The reason I got so shocked by what you said was that I was overcome with the desire to do just that. To move in here, with you.”

For a few seconds, no one said anything. It was just her and me, her eyes twice their usual size as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what I had just said. “But, Andy…” Sighing, I already knew what she was going to say, so I just squeezed the hand I was still holding, signaling that she didn’t need to say anything yet.

“I know, baby. I know.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, hugging her to me and giving a kiss on her forehead, hoping that she could once again understand what I wanted to say, even if I couldn’t yet put it into words. “I just wanted you to know.”

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hongism · 4 years ago

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such a whore - c. jongho 18+

day 28 of kinktober: degradation - choi jongho warnings: explicit smut, dom/sub themes, degradation, dirty talk, consensual name-calling, slight humiliation, spanking, hair pulling wc: 1.3k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

“Run that by me again, baby girl. See what happens.” A chill passes through your body as Jongho speaks the words, and you dare to glance over at where he sits on the opposite side of the couch. His gaze remains glued to the TV before the two of you, but you aren’t nearly dumb enough to imagine that he’s not talking to you. Especially considering what you just said to him not even ten seconds ago.

“I bet he’d fuck me better than you ever could.”

Bold by all means, but not true in the slightest. Riling Jongho up a bit always leads to more fun in the bedroom; however, based on the tone of his voice, you might not even make it that far and he might have you on the couch instead. Of course, it didn’t help all too much that the person you were referring to was none other than Jongho’s best friend Mingi – a tall, dark, and handsome type who fills up an entire room with his stature and broad shoulders. He’s practically all lithe muscle and height, but Jongho has him beat in terms of sheer strength. You can’t admit that now of all times though; that would take away most of the fun in teasing your boyfriend.

“Fine, since you apparently couldn’t hear me properly the first time, I said I bet Mingi could fuck me better than you ever could,” you repeat, shifting to stare back at the television. You have to fight to contain the smirk that threatens to stretch your lips. Out the corner of your eye, you catch the way Jongho drums two fingers against the back cushions of the couch. His jaw muscles clench and relax several times, the rage rushing through his veins barely contained. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen him do. It also causes the stirrings of anticipation and excitement to bubble in your gut, and that feeling soars through your chest as he speaks his next words.

“Pants off, over my lap, you have five seconds.”

You scramble to do as commanded and fumble a bit with the strings of your sweatpants in a rush to get over his muscled thighs as quickly as possible. Jongho doesn’t move a muscle, arms still spread wide across the back of the couch, and his jaw remains clenched so hard that your own teeth hurt from looking at it. You fold your body over his thighs and shimmy forward so that the white lace clinging to your ass is on display for the man. He hardly seems impressed by your show, one hand coming down flat on your back, and despite the half-hearted touch, you are ridden useless under it. It isn’t so much about how much strength he puts into his touches, but rather, the idea behind them and the look in his eyes. Both tell you that sitting still would be your best bet right now.

Thus, you do exactly that and let Jongho manhandle you until he has you right where he wants you, perfectly poised over his broad thighs with your head facing the armrest of the couch and legs splayed behind you. You should know what comes next – you were working for it this whole time and trying to draw it out of him with your mocking words – but he surprises you with a gentle caress over the curve of your ass. A hum escapes him, and you suck in a sharp inhale of breath.

“You see, whore, there’s one stark difference between Mingi and myself… and that’s that he doesn’t have the balls to treat you the way you ask to be treated.” The shiver that passes through you is visible to Jongho, and he huffs out a laugh through his nose at your reaction. “He would never be able to handle you. Calling you names and humiliating you like the slut you are. He’d crumble under that pressure, which is why I know your words will never hold any weight.”

“I–”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, slut,” Jongho says, venom dripping from his tone in such a way that has heat pooling between your legs.

You bite down hard on your tongue, and the taste of something metallic spreads throughout your mouth. You keep the pain back as best you can, although a small whimper slips out when Jongho rubs a soothing circle over the skin of your ass. He’s preparing you for what’s to come, trying to soothe you before the fire hits, but you really would rather him get on with it than play this waiting game.

“The only thing you’re good for is being used,” Jongho continues, relentless in his verbal degradation, and this time, you really do let out a loud moan. The sound is met with a sharp spank to the underside of your ass. The contact comes without warning and leads you to squeal into the couch cushions. Jongho slides his hand from your lower back up to your hair, tugging hard at the hair close to your scalp, and your neck bends awkwardly. “Don’t even think about muffling yourself. If you’re going to moan, you are going to be loud and clear like the whore you are. Moan so loud that the neighbors here, moan like you’re getting the best fuck of your life, be a fucking slut bent over my lap wishing you could have my cock ramming into you.”

“O-Oh my — Jongho, Jongho, please,” you beg even though you aren’t even sure what you’re asking for. His dirty talk is always lethal, but the way he talks down to you and degrades you with only a few words leaves a primal desire twisting in your gut almost to the point where you mewl when he spanks you another time.

“What? What does my little slut want?” Jongho hums, his tone mocking you and causing heat to rush up your neck. It’s embarrassing to beg, degrading in every sense, and it always leaves you dumb and humiliated. But fuck, if it’s not the best rush of pleasure, then you don’t know what is.

“Your – your fingers i-in my mouth, please,” you whisper in the hopes that he won’t make you plea any louder than that. Luck isn’t on your side tonight though, and Jongho tugs your head back a bit more to look you in the eye.

“I didn’t hear you, slut. What was that?”

The corners of your eyes burn with unshed tears. It is beyond humiliating, but you simply can’t get enough of it.

“I want your fingers in my mouth!” You repeat, spitting the words out as quickly as you can. Jongho clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then releases a hearty laugh. His hand slips away from your hair and moves to the front of your head. Three fingers dangle before your lips but don’t edge any closer. They’re just far enough to tease you, mock you and make you squirm over Jongho’s lap in a desperate attempt to pull them into your mouth. Jongho tugs them back each time though, not letting you have relief for even a brief moment.

“Such a whore… you’ll have to earn that.”

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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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Booze and Boobs

Kinktober Day 19: Boob Fucking

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Dean Winchester loves women's bodies and I think this is beautiful... It also turns me on. This fic took a bit longer aka days to be written because piece by piece, but I'm happy because it helped me to get to a certain writing mood again! Also, two nicknames here came from @superbadassnatural smart brain.

Warnings: nipple play, dirty talk, boob fucking

Tenderness is a rare gift when you're a hunter. It's even more sporadic when you are dating Dean Winchester. Not that he isn't gentle with you, no — his tough hands always caress each inch of you as if they aren't covered in bruises, a sweet contrast. Yet, the world is ending every weekend, or a case's showing up, or one of the boys is dying. Therefore, moments like this are made to be burned in the back of your mind, and enjoyed like a lifetime.

Dean's laying on top of you, his hand resting against your chest, arm around your waist. You have one leg intertwined with his as your fingers run through his short hair. The breathing is calm. Surprisingly, not because someone knocked you or Dean out, or you two got too drunk to have a light sleep. Both of you just happen to have a good day, and now are enjoying the end of it in bed, tangled with each other.

Yet, Dean Winchester is Dean Winchester. Old or not, as Jack so lovely points out, he still got the essence. Don't get him wrong, relaxing is definitely something he enjoys doing with you, especially when you play with his hair so good. But there's another part of you that doesn't let him slide into sleep despite how comfortable he is.

Your breasts.

The green eyed hunter always loved boobs. Big, small, whatever. Any color, any size. If a chick got a pair of boobs, he'd be trying his luck with her. Now, Dean doesn't have to run after them, and this position only makes it better.

He's laying on your chest, while you are wearing one of your summer pajamas, the red one with a large cleavage. God bless Kansas nights, he thinks to himself, moving a bit while he glances at your boobs. Your breathing causing Velma and Daphne, as he calls your boobs despite your complaining, to go up and down slowly. Dean can't help but imagine getting between them and making his cock follow the movement— nice and squeezed between your breasts in a good tittie fuck.

The eldest Winchester leans in, loving the heat of your chest against his cheek before he kisses your right boob. Dean's so close to your heart, he can almost discern your erratic beating once he kissed there again. A chuckle leaving his lips, gaining a soft groan from you.

He doesn't stop there, sneak fingers pulling your pajamas shirt down as he starts spreading pecks all over your breast. Sweet kisses soon melting into longing licks, which only appeared to turn into sucking. Dean wants to leave marks, he always does. That man can be possessive when he wants, and the thought of hickeys that he made with his own mouth showing on your skin when you are wearing one of your usual tank tops only makes the crotch in his pants harder.

“Dean.” You moan, both hands pulling his head to your breasts to the point Dean found himself buried between your boobs. This is it, he accepts, I'm in heaven. Heaven of boobs.

He blows on your sensitive nipple, getting a whine of yours back. A lopsided grin on his expression when he notices how much you want him, just like he wants you. His plump lips surround your already hard nipple as Dean sucks your boob, his hand massaging the other one.

The hunter spends time on it, your sighs and moans encouraging him to keep going. His cock's only growing more bothered in his pants, the sweat in the air is as natural as your breathless state. You both need more. You often do. It always starts with a sweet giving until you both feel like owning.

Dean, using all his inner strength, pulls away from your chest. His elbows to the mattress as he lifts his head to look into your eyes.

“We could try a new position.” He suggests.

“What's it?” You furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. “I'm telling you beforehand, porn isn't real life. No woman or man can do those things.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Relax, Y/N/N. That one's very possible.” He bites his bottom lip, looking at your uncovered, dirty with saliva chest before glancing at you. “I wanna fuck your boobs.”

You have to fight yourself not to moan shamelessly at his statement. Dean, with those hungry green eyes and plump lips red from sucking your boob, openly talking in his gruff voice about fucking your breasts. God, you just want to beg him to destroy you.

Instead, you look to the side, a sloppy idea welcoming your mind. You smile devilish as you notice that the half full bottle is still on the table next to bed— ultimately, Dean's mess would do you good.

Your hand grabs the whiskey, the mouth of the bottle meeting yours in a double intentioned kiss. You toss the cap away, dropping the liquid over your chest. You and Dean didn't have any lube in hand, might as well improvise.

“I guess this will do.” You smirk, savoring the way Dean's mouth is slightly open in surprise. You place the whiskey on its place, wiggling your eyebrows at the hunter. “What are you waiting for, Winchester?”

Dean groans at your teasing. “God, woman. I love you.”

He doesn't want to waste time, decided to fill up the silent of the night with the sound of his cock fucking your titties. Dean throws his pants away, his length hitting his belly as soon as it's free. You lick your lips, watching the magnetic body of his coming closer to yours.

You feel like a prey, cornered by a hunter; the exact minute you know there's no other way but to give yourself out.

Dean isn't too far from that either. He hurries to get on his knees, approaching you with a whimper. You look better than any porn, soaked in whiskey and ready to get your boobs fucked by him.

You can't wait for Dean to make a feast out of your body. Being with him was like becoming a virgin all over again: each touch of Dean's discovered a new shade of pleasure within you, all you begged to be corrupted.

One of his hands holds the bedpost as Dean finally slides his cock between your breasts. His legs are trembling, mouth slightly open and eyes barely shut; this kind of pleasure, this unique sentiment of being hurried between your boobs is marvelous— and Dean hasn't even started fucking them! You aren't away from that either, pressing your lips together in a dumbfounded attempt to contain a moan. . . As if you could ever control how your body reacts to Dean Winchester.

Dean licks his lips, looking down to catch a glimpse of your face. God, this is perfect: you, sitting in bed naked, scotch all over your chest, hard nipples, titties waiting to be fucked by his length. He can't physically wait anymore, even his bones are hurting to get with you. The hunter's hold on the bedpost intensifies, as if he could crave his fingertips like a lover does with a name. His knuckles are turning white, green eyes watching when his cock starts to go up and down between your boobs like he was fucking your pussy. Heaven.

“God, honey. You take my cock so good with your titties.” He groans, “I love your boobs so much. Always thought about fucking them.”

But then you squeeze your breasts together, trapping his hardness between your titties, Dean realizes how wrong he was. Before was just the golden gates, but this is heaven. He starts moving his hips, increasing the rhythm through each thrust.

“Yeah. Just like that. Fuck my boobs like you are fucking my pussy, Dean. Make me come.” Your words are tangling his arousal, getting a howl out of him as he fucks you rougher.

The smell of whiskey and sweat embrace the atmosphere into pure lust, among your and Dean's pleading groans. You feel full in places you didn't even know that were empty, and Dean can't wait to come all over you and mark this spot as well.

Your shared bed crying is a beautiful melody, too. Adrenaline rushing inside your veins like blood, making Dean go quicker, making you press your boobs against his cock harder. You can feel his precum mixing with whiskey and sweat, and God you can't wait to taste it somehow. He's getting tough, your hands are marking your own body. You both want more of this newness.

“I'm gonna come all of your pretty boobs, Y/N/N. Is that what you want? Get all dirty with my cum?” Dean says breathlessly, his voice cracking at each other. He can barely hold himself from screaming and coming. Yet, he wants you to come first.

“Yes.” You whimper, looking up to him. He's on his knees, but you are the only begging. “Please, Dean. Come on my boobs, make me come just fucking my boobs. Please. I need it, Dean, please.”

Any vestige of self control is left behind when Dean grunts loudly, moaning to your name as he cums on your breasts.

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Show Me How You Like It

Kinktober Day 12 ~ kink: pegging

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, smut

word count: 3,850

a/n: this is for @lady-bakuhoe .... oh god, i did so much research for this because ive never tried pegging, but idk....might need to convince someone oneday. also, new season?????? im literally shaking because the first episode was so pure,,,,,but this season,,,,,ohmy

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“Do you want to try it?”

Being married was something you thought of as unimaginable. Marriage and you didn’t ever seem to go hand in hand. Not that you didn’t want to get married at some point in your life. You never expected anyone to want you for the rest of your life.

You met Kirishima Eijirou in middle school. As you were best friends with Ashido Mina. You often noticed the shy dark-haired boy always watching on your friend group. You remember going to the U.A. entrance exam and sitting between Mina and Kirishima. The written exam you listened to Mina curse under her breath, and Kirishima shakes as he filled out his sheet.

You remember looking at the field he was then placed in for the practical exam. Sighing when you saw the three of you were then scattered everywhere. You had wished him luck! His cheeks turning pink as he stammered back good luck as you and Mina took off to get dressed. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was shy and very sweet, but you hoped he did well! The next month, the three of you called to the principal's office. You were absolutely astonished to see that Kirishima had gotten in as well! The three of you would be going on to U.A. together!

After ending middle school, you didn’t see him again until orientation. Except, he was different. A good different. His hair stylized, large spikes, and bright red. It was attention-grabbing, demanding even, but his face was still as sweet as ever. Kind and loving.

The first year flew by. Near-death experiences with him formed a bond with him that you never knew would manifest. The three of you--Mina, Kirishima, and you--were close. Buddies, but sometimes, if you were being honest, your eyes would stay on him for a bit too long.

Your heart hammered when he went out for his internship, scared he’d come back scared. Your eyes locking on his flexing muscles, and Mina’s sharp laughter pulling you back to reality. The way he was reckless and shield the class from attacks. Because he was a shield, and he could take it. The way he would catch you in his arms. Those black sleeves were so soft, making you squeak as you were now distracted from your own battle. His toothy grin sucking you in as he made a cute comment about getting there on time. His warm large hands on your body as he placed you down, encouraging you to finish the villain.

There was the night you found yourself knocking on his door. Tears brimming your eyes because you needed to be in someone's arms and Mina was asleep. He took you in without you even asking. Taking you to his bed as he wrapped you in his blanket. His voice apologizing about the state of his room. Apologizing because his blanket wasn’t that soft, and you deserved a softer one. He seemed to panic around his room, setting up a kettle for tea, all while you stared at his blushing face. His cheeks bright enough to match his hair as you stood up from the bed and wrap your arms around him. Your words are weak as you ask him to hold you because that was all you needed. You fell asleep in his arms, your head on his chest as he smiled at you. Lips pressing to your forehead.

It wasn’t until your second year did you do something about your feelings. Your eyes on Kirishima as he was joking around with Kaminari over Bakugou’s fuming head. You felt yourself walking over, no plan in mind. The girls staring at you as you went, muffled screams because they could tell what was coming.

You didn’t ask, only grabbing Kirishima’s wrist and pulling him so that he could look at you. His face went from grinning, to shock, to a blush erupting to cover his entire face as he realized it was you. His hand slamming against the back of his neck as he apologized for something. Not that it was actually needed. His lips were so pretty, and you were sick of him not being yours. Your hands fisted into the shirt of his collar and brought his lips to yours. Your first kiss with Kirishima a slamming force. You clenched your eyes as your lips pressed against his, and you felt him stiffen against you.

His quirk going off and you pull away, lips stinging because of his mishap.

The screams of the girls were loud, Kaminari’s seemed louder, and Bakugou was laughing loudly. Kirishima returns to normal his face turning redder than his hair as he apologizes. Kirishima admits he likes you so much, and you caught him completely off guard.

So with a breathy laugh, you pull him in close once again and seal your lips over his.

The kiss makes you dizzy as he holds you tightly. His finger gripping your waist as if you would crumble between his fingers.

So the two of you began dating. Four years of a very serious and committed relationship had your heart soaring. The two of you were each other first’s for many things. There was never heartbreak between the two of you. Fights were always avoided, the two of you always talking before things escalated. So it was no surprise on the night before your fifth anniversary, the two of you home in your sweats, did he propose.

You cried, screaming at him for proposing when you looked like this. Kirishima cried as he stayed on his knee, a sparkling ring in his fingers.

“That’s not an answer,” Kirishima says, as you cover your face. Sobs refusing to stop as you shake your head overwhelmed. “A-Are you not ready?”

“EI!” You bawl as you stumble to your feet, and throw yourself into his strong arms. “YOU’RE SO DUMB! Yes, I’ll marry you! Every day for the rest of my life if I could!”

The two of you spent the rest of that night in each other's arms. Tears intermingling on your cheeks as you expressed your love for one another.

Your wedding was unimaginable, intimate, and wondrous.

So here the two of you were. Six months into marriage on your day off he asked to try something new. Your guy’s sex life definitely was not vanilla. Both of you sported your favorite kinks and positions, and you incorporated them into bed. Today he asked something that you never thought you’d hear. So without judging you uttered those words.

“I’d like to try pegging, one day. I just--I don’t know--I feel like I need to try it out!” Kirishima says, scratching his cheek as you laugh.

“Well, I think we should definitely try it out! I hear it’ll be super enjoyable for you.” You agree as you stand up. “Do you want to order it online or go to a sex shop?”

Kirishima sighs as you take a seat on his lap, and his hands rest on your hips. It’s muscle memory at this point as you kiss his cheek. “If the store is open, let’s go?”

“It’s only three in the afternoon, Ei. It’s open.” You laugh as you kiss his flaming cheeks. Kirishima sighs as he stands up from the chair, his arms wrapping around your legs as he carries you.

“No need to be mean!” He pouts, and you laugh as you pepper kisses against his lips as he walks towards your home’s entrance. “I just hope we don’t run into fans again…”

“Hey!” You laugh as he slips on your shoes all while holding you still. “It’s their damn fault for thinking we don’t have kinky sex… or sex at all.”

“You didn’t let me smash for a whole year.” Kirishima laughs as he shifts you in his arms so that he’s holding you piggyback style. You laugh as he puts on his own shoes. Your limbs tightening around his body for support as he’s leaning down.

“It’s because you kept telling me to smash, and the first time it happened you pulled out Super Smash Bros.”

“You’re telling me you denied me for a whole year because of that?!”

“EIJIROU, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME PANIC SO HARD! The girls and I went out to buy me lingerie and everything!!”

“You’re telling me this now? Sorry, y/n, sounds fake.” Kirishima laughs as he stands up, and begins your journey out.

Eventually, you slide off his back, and he takes your hand into his own. The two of you talking as you walk down the streets of your city as you enter the sex shop. You went were you remembered where the strap on dildos and harnesses were. Kirishima, however, seems frozen as you pick out a sturdy harness. It was black and rather daunting as you handed it to Kirishima.

“You get to pick the dildo.” You say, looking at the collection they had.

“T...This is a lot more than what I was expecting.” Kirishima gulps as his hands rake through his flat hair. “Is there a one size fits all?”

You snort at you shake your head, “No, baby. Just like there are no two dicks alike, you have to choose. We can always start with the thinnest one?”

“Yeah. That sounds right.”

You grab a thinner dildo and choose the bright red one. “For my Red Daddy Riot?” You ask, a burst of bubbling laughter in your throat as Kirishima tosses his head back.

“That was one time!”

“It still happened, and you liked it!”

The two of you laughed together as you bought the two things. Even taking pictures with the person at the register because he was in love with you two. Besides that, the two of you left back home.

Steps quick to try it out. Breathing picking up as you reached the house.

Kirishima’s lips were over yours as soon as the front door closed behind him. His strong arm keeping you on his hips as his other one held the black bag.

“Wow, you’re impatient.” You moan against his lips, as you kick your shoes off.

“It’s the nerves.” Kirishima sighs as he walks towards the bedroom, your lips gliding against his.

Your fingers tug at his hair without care, his heavy pants making you grin. You knew his body as well as you knew his own, and hair-pulling always lit a fire under him. Your back pressed into the mattress, and your breathing increases as he shifts. His shirt pulling off his head. You pull away and watch as his scarred chest heaves.

You sit up, your lips pressing light kisses against every scar. Every bruise. Every impurity. Your lips were hot against his skin, and Kirishima’s wordless praises stirred you on. Your hands grabbed his shorts. Without him even realizing it, you’ve removed his shorts, and have him on the bed in two-fluid movements.

“Is the lube, fuck, is the lube in the box?” Kirishima asks as your lips suck the crook of his neck.

You nod your head as you remove your own shirt, and his hands squeeze your breasts. You hiss at the sensation, your hips involuntarily moving as well. Kirishima’s gasping breathes stir you on as you feel his arousal pressing into your ass. “Are you ready?” You ask, your nails running up and down his abs. You know he likes the teasing of the sensation, and he nods his head as you pull away.

Kirishima watches you from the bed as you strip off your shorts. You’re wearing a nice set already, a deep maroon bra and matching thong piece. It wasn’t lingerie. But the color of red against your skin made Kirishima moan as you pull out the lube from your box of other goods. His heart feels like it’s hammering in his throat as you open the harness.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smile on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them all tight around your thighs as you spin around for Kirishima when it’s done. It’s tight enough that you feel comfortable, but not loose enough for it to fall off ever. Kirishima groans, his body falling onto the bed as you place the dildo into the harness. Why did you look ravishing like that?

Kirishima feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down. “On your knees, Red Daddy Riot.” You whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“You’re the worst.” Kirishima groans as he does as commanded, slipping his underwear off. Your teeth bite your lower lip as you stare at his ass. This was a new angle, and it was one you very much enjoyed. Hell, if you looked this hot, it was no wonder why Kirishima loved doggy style. You could see the sharp lines of his body, the muscles rippling in his nervousness. His ass looking firm and delicious as you shuffle closer. A sigh leaving your lips as you rejoice in him being the perfect height for you to peg him.

“I’m going to start with my fingers first.” You inform Kirishima who nods his head.

“Be gentle at first?”

“Like a flower.” You promise as you grab the lube, rubbing a very healthy amount on your index finger and middle finger. “Ready?”

His nod is weak but sure of his request.

So with as much precaution as you can, your index finger slides past his tight hole. You ease it in as Kirishima lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he almost falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, unsure if it was okay to savor the way he was feeling or to be actually concerned.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask as your finger curls.

“Y-Yes, oh my god, princess…” Kirishima pants as he thrusts his hips out towards you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Kirishima cries out your name as you begin to move it back out. Your finger now slowly beginning to thrust into him. Your hips shifting in the excitement in the way he shakes. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Kirishima’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

H makes audible gawking noise. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grasps his hard cock. Kirishima’s pleasure and pained moans filling the room as you stroke his length. “You’re taking my fingers so good, baby.” You groan against his rippling back muscles. “I hope this feels as good as you look.”

Kirishima spasms as your nails gently tease the walls of his hole. His nearly shrieking gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps prettily.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your husband like this. The dom in you bleeding out as you remove your fingers from his hole. Your other hand releases his twitching cock as you pull back. Kirishima’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass.

“Don’t worry,” You say grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Kirishima whimpers softly, the noise music to your ears as your lips press against his ass.

“You’re doing so well.” You whisper as you press the head of the red dildo onto his hole, not yet inserting it. Your grin widening as Kirishima rocks his hips, wanting you to thrust in already. “I’m going to put it in now, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.” You warn.

Kirishima’s husky voice lets out a whine, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed. Are you okay, my love?” One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pressed deeper inside him. Kirishima replied with a weak head nod. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered completely inside him. You wait a moment as his heavy pants let you know he’s still adjusting. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and you want nothing more than to thrust into him. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Kirishima drops to his chest.

“I-I’m ready.” He asserts, and you smirk, your hand coming down heavily onto his ass.

“Are you ready to feel how good I am with my cock?” You tease, and Kirishima laughs, his head nodding.

“Show me how you like it.” Kirishima staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin pushing your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it probably should have been. You began to buck your hips against him, admiring in the way Kirishima moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You grinned as you landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your husband sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. Your fingers continue running across his soft skin as you watched it redden under your touch. Your handprint was evident in its shape.

“Please, baby, more!” Kirishima gasps as you shift your hips slightly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a kiss against his spine.

“Kami, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Kirishima is so responsive to your actions is stirring you on. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches you later. You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head. To find the angle that will make him scream and drool. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips, lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice send chills down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your husband’s continuous whimpering stirring you on. Your right-hand leaves his waist, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” You coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Kirishima shouts, his face burying into the mattress as you massage his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I don’t want you to come yet.” You pout, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Kirishima pants his hips unapologetic as he continues pushing against the strap-on. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows. Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand. Kirishima’s spluttering shouts fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Kirishima collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

“You’re super hot like that.” You inform Kirishima as you shift towards his heaving body to press a kiss to his lips. “I didn’t think you would be so into it.”

You slide off the bed, taking off the harness and letting it fall to the ground as you groan. You remove your panties and show Kirishima just how fucking wet they were. “Just in case you weren’t sure how turned on I was.”

You take off your bra as you crawl back onto the bed, Kirishima turning onto his back as you straddle his torso.

“You still need to come, huh?” Kirishima states. A low hiss escaping his mouth at feeling your throbbing wet cunt against his hips.

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh your fingers teasing your breasts as your husband leans up. His lips pressing against the underside of your breasts. Your head drops back as you feel content. “Are you gonna help me out, or am I going to be forced to fuck you by myself?”

You shriek as you’re on your back, looking up at Kirishima who is trailing his heavy and hot hands down your figure. You moan at the feeling of his teeth biting against your neck. His sharp teeth sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll know how I felt that entire time,” Kirishima promises, his finger entering your aching core.

“Give it to me, Red Daddy Riot.”

“...I’ll leave.”

“No! You know that I’m only tea--OHMYGOD!”

Kirishima has his once again hard cock slamming into your throbbing pussy. His voice snarling at the sensation as his hands bring your legs over his shoulders. “Now shut up, and let daddy show you how to fuck properly.”

You can’t even tease him as he begins jackhammering into you. Your head slamming into the mattress as a shriek rips through your throat.

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 4 years ago

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Firm Hand, Soft Heart - Leo x Isabella (N*FW, 🍋)

This fic is for Day 1 of the CFWC Kinktober Challenge

Day 1: Brat Taming | First Time | Aftercare

The words used in bold are included in this fanfic. Please only read if you are comfortable with the subject matter and also you are 18+. PSA completed.

TW: In this fic we will be discussing brat taming, punishment, sub drop and aftercare.

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“You got this big guy...” Liam patted his brother’s shoulder, “I didn’t think she would show... But you’ve always had her wrapped around your little finger anyway...” Leo flashed a bright smile to his brother chuckling, “I’m not so sure about that... before, maybe...” Isabella and Leo hadn’t spoken in weeks after she saw him being snapped by the paparazzi with a statuesque blonde Swedish model draped around him in a nightclub in Monaco, “...but now, I’m not so sure...” Liam gave the Crown Prince a knowing look as he laughed heartily, “You can handle her... Isabella doesn’t listen to reason and seemingly... neither do you...” The brothers watched attentively as the Crown Princess’ thigh high louboutin boots clicked across the marble flooring, surrounded by guards and her father’s advisors in step. Leo winced slightly as his eyes followed her petite frame analysing every curve whilst she walked past in a short black bodycon dress. Isabella’s long chestnut brown hair had been straightened out, bouncing and flowing down her back only added to her polished look. Biting down on his lip, he knew he needed something to help him calm down; she looked good.

Leo’s brow raised as he threw back his measure of Cordonia’s finest apple brandy, warming his chest as the fiery liquid quelled his anxieties. He hated negotiations, he hated having to host anything but Constantine demanded it and knowing that Isabella being there would be difficult in more ways than one, knowing she would bust his balls when given the chance just to test him. Constantine insisted on the meetings, he wanted Cordonia to be put on the map, he wanted the neighbouring Kingdom’s to know that Cordonia was open for business. What Leo didn’t anticipate was the Laurentian Princess’ arrival, swearing blatantly after their last argument she would never step foot in Cordonia again. It didn’t matter that Leo apologised, sent flowers or jewellery, the Princess didn’t want to know returning everything with a delightful note telling him to ‘Fuck off...’ along with anything he sent. Watching the Princess storm through the Cordonian Palace glaring at anyone who looked in her direction, Leo turned to Liam, “Well brother...” barely managing a carefree smile, Leo ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, “Wish me luck!”

Leo wasn’t in the mood for any of this, let alone having to deal with the petite brunette’s wicked temper as an addition to his roster of duties. The Laurentian Crown Princess stepped in for her father as a last minute change to his schedule and no matter how much she protested, Isabella knew that she would have to bite the bullet. If it was going to be painful for her, she most certainly wasn’t going to make it easy for Leo. Isabella sat in the drawing room, her lips pursed as her dark chocolate brown eyes glared towards the clock, he was late and he was wasting her time once again. Her eyes narrowed, rolling across to the right as the door finally opened with Leo smiling as if nothing happened pulling on the sleeves of his crisp white shirt fixing his cufflinks, “Good afternoon...” he warmly greeted those in the room, almost chuckling noticing Isabella folding her arms remaining in her seat, “Good to see you Princess...” he teased, sitting opposite her, “The pleasure is not reciprocated...” huffed the brunette, “You’re late...” she bluntly added before pushing forward a list of considerations. Leo’s sea green eyes initially met hers. He tried not to notice the golden speckles of honey that glittered in her irises, accentuated by the sunshine coming through the windows flooding the drawing room with light. Isabella didn’t speak as Leo unfolded the page passed to him, the less she had to speak to him, the better.

Momentarily Leo broke eye contact with Isabella to read her demands. Leaning back on his chair, the Crown Prince bit down on his lower lip chuckling, “Are you trying to insult me? I’m afraid it’s not working...” Isabella rolled her eyes and with a heavy sigh she snapped, “The last time I checked... the world doesn’t revolve around you Señor Rys...” Leo laughed to himself, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair before he glared at the petite Princess, his voice lowering, laced with authority, “I’ll remind you, that in my Kingdom - it does...” Isabella’s almond shaped eyes slowly narrowed with disgust, Snapping “Fuck you!” to the surprise of their advisors, “Your Royal Highness...” they began to panic, “You... you...” before turning to Leo, “We can only...” Leo stared at Isabella. As she raised her dark, arched brow, Leo knew this wasn’t playing politics for her, this was payback. She was acting up on purpose. The Crown Prince noticed a barely noticeable flicker of delinquency in her eyes, knowing that the petite brunette was getting off on the struggle of power. Sucking in his cheeks, Leo commanded “Can you give me a moment alone with the Crown Princess? Everyone else... out!” Their advisors looked at one another but as the tension grew in the room between the Royals, they finally agreed. “Yes... we’ll reconvene once you both are ready...”

Leo stood as she glared angrily at Isabella, walking across the desk towards her. Purposely Leo kicked the chair that Isabella was sat on, causing her to angrily rise to her feet. The Laurentian Princess raised her hand but Leo held onto her wrist. She watched as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, turning from a sea green to a sparkling emerald. Leo’s voice deepened to a guttural growl, “If you’re going to act like a brat... I’ll treat you like a fucking brat...” his index finger traced her jawline, titling her chin to face him, their eyes locked onto one another, “Or are you going to be a good little kitten and behave?” Isabella pulled her face away as Leo began to smile, “Not the answer I was looking for beautiful...” His fingers traced the side of her neck feeling her breathing hitch slightly, he knew he had her. No matter what he had done, Isabella couldn’t help herself; Leo knew the petite brunette acted out to fuck with men but would submit easily when the attention she wanted came at a price. Carefully, Leo placed his hand around her neck with a very slight pressure as Isabella barked back, “Make me...” She was pushing all of Leo’s buttons but she wasn’t going to win. Not today. He leaned down whispering into her ear, “You want to say that again?” His voice demanded an answer, “Look at me and say it...” the Blonde Cordonian grunted.

Isabella could feel a shiver go down her spine, as the Crown Prince of Cordonia spoke, she knew exactly what she was doing as she looked up into Leo’s eyes with a coy smile, repeating herself, slowly emphasising her words, “Make... me...” almost taunting him into disciplining her. Leo chuckled as his hand rested on her waist, “Kitten...” he began to smile, “You know I’ll fuck the brat out of you if you don’t behave...” Isabella raised her brow in defiance with a coy smile scoffing at the thought but Leo wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit. Spinning the petite Princess around, she let out a squeal as Leo bent her over the table, his hands caressed her back until his fingers entangled through her hair, twisting it as his strong, muscular frame lay against her back, pinning her against the oak table. Leo kissed her neck slowly, lips barely brushing against her skin, whispering so only she could hear, “You know I still love you kitten... don’t you?” Isabella whimpered as Leo’s hands followed the curve of her body, “Talk to me beautiful...” her core was yearning for the Crown Prince’s touch as Leo put Isabella in her place. Leo discovered quite early into their relationship that Isabella had a power play kink. The Princess found control a turn on - very few dared to ever challenge her authority and she tested most men’s patience to an inch of tolerability but Leo knew if he could tap into that want; that need - she would make a very willing little after all of the brattish behaviour was firmly dealt with.

Underneath it all, Leo knew that all Isabella wanted was to be loved for her, to feel safe and someone to take the burden of control away. “Sí...” she purred as Leo tightened his hold, “Yes... what?” Isabella turned her head to look at Leo and with a smile, she cooed, “Sí... por pavor...” with a flutter of her eyelashes, Leo bit down on his lower lip, the hand he used to caress her ass, he raised it, striking her with a sharp smack. “How many demands did you have?” Leo growled as he pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her lower half and little black lace thong. “Seven...” The word barely passed her ruby red plump lips before Leo’s hand connected with her bare ass cheek, rolling her eyes as she purred. “Count!” Leo barked as Isabella’s chest heaved, “One...” “Two...” Leo’s fingers danced across her aching clit, “Kitten... you are so fucking wet...” “Three...” “Four...” Leo could only lick his lips with anticipation as Isabella was compiling, savouring her submissiveness as she stood there in her black thigh high boots with her red marked ass wiggling in the air. “Five...” Effortlessly he unbuckled his suit trousers, his erection throbbing, struggling to break free. As his trousers to his ankles, Leo pressed the tip of his cock against her wetness, pushing in deep on the first thrust. Isabella groaned as her pussy stretched, encapsulating and accommodating his full length. Gripping onto her hips, Leo wasted no time thrusting harder each time as the petite Princess gasped, reaching out aimlessly to hold onto the table, her ruby red manicured nails tried helplessly to dig into the table to hold onto something.

Leo clenched his teeth, he was nearly there. As his nostrils flared, he groaned loudly, immediately pulling out as he felt Isabella’s walls starting to contract around him, “Turn Around!” he barked with his deep voice, “Get on your knees beautiful...” Isabella pushed herself off of the table as her doe like chocolate brown eyes looked up at the Crown Prince. Hungrily, Leo pulled her close to him, roughly kissing Isabella until she felt almost breathless, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth to allow the moment to linger. Just because he was dominating her didn’t mean that Leo didn’t show his romantic side. He did love her and wanted to fulfil her every need. It was important for him to show Isabella he cared, not all of this was one-sided. Stumbling, the Princess stepped back before lowing herself onto her knees still with her dress pulled up around her waist, not once breaking eye contact. Taking Leo’s thick, hard pulsating member into her hand, she opened her mouth allowing her tongue to taste and tease his length. Leo entangled his fingers through her hair as he bucked his hips back and forth pushing his cock further into her throat. “That’s it...” praising the petite brunette, “You feel so good...” as he encouraged her to take more.

Isabella began to choke but Leo held her in place so she could get used to the sensation. Pulling her head back slightly, Leo grinned as she fluttered her long dark eyelashes up towards him, taking him willingly in her mouth. With a groan, Leo’s eyes narrowed, he could no longer hold back as his warm cum flowed freely down the petite brunette’s throat. Isabella stayed in place as her tongue once again slowly licked up and down Leo’s thick shaft dutifully lapping up any excess. Reaching out to take her hand, Leo helped Isabella up to her feet, pulling her close to him. Picking her up like a doll, Leo pinned the Laurentian beauty to the closest wall he could find, his lips peppering kisses along her neck, “I’ve missed you kitten...” Isabella pressed her head against Leo’s as they kissed once another sensually. Her eyes burned with desire and with a coy smile she teased “So much for counting to Seven...” Leo with a smirk set the Princess back down onto her feet walking back to his desk. Sitting down he smiled to himself watching as Isabella pulled down her dress, “Not so fast beautiful... you gotta earn those last two...”

Pouting, Isabella sat down fixing her makeup wiping away her running mascara and smudged lipstick as if nothing ever happened whilst Leo called the advisors back in. With a smile he ripped up Isabella’s demands, sending the torn pieces into the air, “We’ve agreed on Cordonia using Laurentian ports to export our goods...” Isabella’s eyes widened in horror, their advisors stepping in, “But Your Royal Highness... we can’t allow...” Leo stared at Isabella as he picked up a pen handing it to her, “Well Princess... if you want the remainder, you need to sign...” her advisors looked at one another but the Laurentian Princess never spoke. Did she broker a deal? Isabella looked up towards Leo, his glare made her feel almost giddy as she reached out for the pen immediately doing as she was told. After signing the request, Leo winked at her, “Good...” he smiled, “Now if you’ll excuse me...” he pushed his chair out, “I have an evening engagement to prepare for...” walking off, he turned to face Isabella with a devilish smile, “I’ll see you at Seven Your Royal Highness, I think you’ll quite enjoy tonight’s festivities...” Isabella sat with her hands carefully on her lap watching as Leo disappeared into the hallway.

Taking a moment, Isabella’s cheeks blushed, relishing that she was going to be somehow rewarded and painfully wanted those two extra smacks so badly. The Crown Princess knew she had made a deal with the devil, her head screaming at her to stop but Isabella’s heart drowned out all logic; she was good, she did as she was told. Quietly, the petite brunette rose to her feet, mumbling to her guards as she began to wander off, “I... excuse me...” towards the designated room she was given in the Palace. Immediately, the Princess wasted no time removing all of her clothing as a rush of sadness lay heavy upon her chest. Turning the controls of the shower, Isabella blinked back unexplainable tears. She was scared, she had never felt so alone. The water above her began to trickle down her petite frame, stinging her skin with each red hot droplet. Isabella lowered herself down onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest making herself as small as she could. She felt shameful, horrified at what just happened. Leo took her and then without a second thought brushed her off as if nothing really happened.

“Excuse me...” Leo turned, his conversation with a group of nobles interrupted, “Excuse me Your Royal Highness...” finding it strange that one of Isabella’s advisors would want to speak with him directly, “May I have a moment of your time?” Leo was ready to dismiss him, he’d had enough politics talk for a lifetime but the look of uncertainty and worry on the advisors face told him not to. “Yes...” he moved away from the group, so they were out of earshot, “Can I help you?” The advisor slowly sighed, “I know I am out of line to ask... but... did something happen when you spoke to the Crown Princess?” Leo’s brow raised in question. Fuck, did he hear something? Trying to hide his shock, he tried to laugh it off, “Whatever do you mean?” Shaking his head, the advisor sighed, “She just didn’t seem herself afterwards at all... Her Royal Highness didn’t really speak...” Leo’s sea green eyes narrowed as he looked around the crowd but he couldn’t see her anywhere, “Ok...” Leo nodded, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks for letting me know...” with a gracious warm smile he continued, “Let me see if I can find her, I think she said she had a headache earlier... please...” he gestured towards the trays of champagne and canapés passing through, “Enjoy the rest of your stay...”

Leo knew what room Isabella was in, he chose it especially for her away from all of the other guests. He knocked on the door but there was no answer before trying the handle. Opening the door slowly and quietly, he heard the sound of the shower and Isabella whimpering. Leo’s eyes widened in horror, not knowing what he would find. “Isabella!” He shouted, scrambling to remove his dinner jacket before entering the bathroom. Squinting through the steam filled room, Leo could barely see her until he reached in to switch off the water allowing the dense haze dissipated. Isabella raised her head, her cheeks stained with black kohl liner and mascara. “Kitten...” Leo cooed, immediately reaching out for a towel, wrapping it around her as she sat motionless, “It’s ok...” Isabella didn’t speak as she averted her gaze from him, closing her eyes to hide from the humiliation. Leo began to remove his clothing before sitting down beside her with a towel wrapped around his waist. Leo coaxed the Princess into a cuddle and gently placed kisses on the top of her head “Beautiful...” he whispered as she sat behind her, holding the petite brunette tightly against his chest, “Just tell me what you need...” Isabella dug her nails into his strong arms, holding Leo as tightly as she could. His voice was always her favourite sound, she needed to be held, needed to be told everything was going to be ok.

“Wh... what’s happening?” she quietly stuttered, completely unsure of herself. Leo cleared his throat, his heart filled with guilt and remorse, “I’m so sorry kitten... This is my fault, I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should have stayed, I should have fucking noticed...” Leo intertwined his fingers with hers whilst carefully and strategically placing kisses on the side of Isabella’s shoulder. Leo mumbled as he pressed his lips against her olive, sun kissed skin, “You know how amazing you are? You know I won’t let anything bad ever happen... I promise” Isabella’s body shaking in his arms as she began to slowly come around. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Leo and under all the running mascara, her dark chocolate brown eyes exposed her exhaustion. Placing his lips against hers, Leo kissed the Laurentian Princess slowly, his thumb gently caressed her cheek as his fingers cradled her jaw. With his next breath, Leo whispered, “I love you so much...” with a caring smile, he began to chuckle, “Let’s get you ready for bed beautiful...” carefully he rose to his feet, bringing the petite brunette with him. Removing the towel he put around her, Isabella and Leo quickly washed themselves before drying off and getting under the covers of the Super King Size bed that immersed the Princess’ petite frame.

Leo held Isabella as close as he could, staring into her eyes he tenderly smiled. With his thumb, he removed the last smudge of mascara that stained her cheek, “No one should ever make you cry... especially not me...” he swallowed hard as Isabella bit down on her lip, “Can you ever forgive me?” Isabella nodded tiredly before placing her head against his chest and in moments, she finally relaxed, falling asleep. Leo lowered his voice as he placed a kiss onto the crown of her head, “I’m not going anywhere kitten...” and no matter how many times his cell phone buzzed, he hung up or ignored the call, this was more important. He would deal with the consequences later with Constantine but Isabella was his priority. She slept for around an hour and wakening to Leo’s strong, muscular arms around her. With a chuckle, Leo gave the Crown Princess a playful squeeze, “Welcome back sleepy head...” Isabella’s eyes widened, placing her hand on his ripped chest, “What time is it?! You shouldn’t be here... Your father...” Leaning down, Leo began to kiss her softly with a smile, “The only thing you needed to be concerned about was 7pm... Constantine will be fine...” Isabella raised her brow, “Ready for what? Did you not say earlier you have an evening engagement?” The confusion across her face made Leo laugh, “You are my evening engagement... I was planning to take you to dinner, then kiss you here... here and maybe here for dessert...” he teased, “...and depending on how gorgeous you look when we are going out later, I’ll tear up our little agreement we made earlier...” It didn’t matter whether she was dolled up from head to toe, or if she had been crying with most of her makeup running down her face, Leo always thought she was gorgeous - Isabella just had to believe what he saw.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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My kinktober 2020 calendar

So, like I said on the author’s notes of the Tom Hardy fic I posted today (or last night, I guess), I’m not sure if I’ll be able to follow this schedule, mainly due to the accident I suffered two days ago and the amount of pain I’m in. I’m still going to give it a try, though, and I appreciate whatever support you can send my way, through notes or messages! Also, I’d like to explain that I decided to integrate to my list a lot of kinks I’ve never actually written before, mostly because I’m using this kinktober as an opportunity to experiment more. Wish me luck and don’t kinkshame me, I don’t even share all of these kinks but kinkshaming is terrible either way.

Dry humping + Face sitting with Tom Hardy

Face fucking + breeding kink with Tom Holland

Somnophilia + size kink with Steve Rogers

Masturbation + Eating out with Logan Howlett

Daddy kink + lingerie with Andy Barber

Best friend’s father + overstimulation with John Winchester

Period sex + Praising with Loki Laufeyson

Knowing someone can hear you + Possessive Behavior with Massimo Torricelli

1 bed + see-through clothes with Matthew Gray Gubler

Pregnancy + watching the other get off with Chris Evans

Blindfolded + “Hold it” with Henry Cavill

Being lent to another dom + “Say my name + Louder” with Harry Styles

Anal sex + “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Sebastian Stan

Glory Hole + “I wasn’t expecting you to be… THAT big.” with Bucky Barnes

A/B/O + age difference with Tom Hardy

Cuckold + “Tell me how much you like me, tell me how good I make you feel” with Tom Holland/Jake Gyllenhaal.

First time + Dubcon with Steve Rogers

Public sex/exhibitionism + choking with Logan Howlett

Having to keep quiet + deep-throating with Andy Barber

Sex pollen + “Your pussy tastes so sweet” with John Winchester

Spanking + “You look so beautiful tied up for me” with Loki Laufeyson

Creampie + rimming with Matthew Gray Gubler

Being recorded + “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that” with Harry Styles

Triple penetration + “If you thought that was your birthday present, than your in for a treat” with Jake Gyllenhaal, Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth

Spreader bars + finger fucking with Tom Hardy

Thigh riding + “Please don’t stop” with Steve Rogers

Window or balcony sex + “Don’t cum yet” with Andy Barber

Corruption + accidental stimulation with Loki Laufeyson

Double penetration + squirting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Voyeurism + begging kink with Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans

Spitting kink + mirror sex with Steve Rogers

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Until The Last One Comes

Kinktober Day 7 ~ kink: overstimulation

pairing: togata mirio x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cussing

word count: 5,740

a/n: SORRY ITS LATE I DIDNT FINISH IT AT ALL LAST NIGHT LMAO IM THE WORST AND THEN I HAD CLASS UNTIL 4 SO... 2 HOURS LATER HERE WE ARE???? also.....this....this is my best I think

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Your eyes locked on Mirio. The two of your mouths pressed into fine lines as you glared at each other.

It didn’t matter that you were clad in only your bra and panties, or that Mirio was only in his boxers. The two of you would not rip your attention away from the other. Eyes focused. Deadly. Sharp.

“I bottomed last time, Mirio.” You say again. Your eyes focused in on his blue eyes. Mirio shook his head as he scoffs.

“You bottomed but still controlled me!” Mirio insists, and your eyes roll. “I get to top again, but get to be in control.”

“Don’t be a brat!” You exclaim, your cheeks huffing as you crossed your arms below your breasts. You smirk as you see his eyes shift hungrily down to your breasts. You lean in closer, in the hope that he’ll cave. “Please let me top?”

“If I get to power bottom.”

“No!”

“Then no!”

The room went silent again as your eye twitched. This was infuriating. The two of you were switches, and typically one wanted to be the top, and the other craved to be the bottom. However, as of late, both of you had been struggling and fighting for the top. Neither one of you liked the act of defiance. Furthermore, after too many bumping head moments, it was surfacing finally.

“Then what are we gonna do?” He asks, his body leaning in towards you.

Your breath hitches as your eyes rack over his bulging muscles. His hand was near your leg, and you stared at his scarred arms. What a fucking tease.

“A competition?” You state you swallow a bit too loudly as you catch the smirk on Mirio’s face as he slides in closer to you.

“I’m listening?”

“Rules are simple.” You say as you shift onto your knees. You lean forward, getting closer to him. Your elbows pressing your breasts closer together. You giggle as Mirio shifts in his seat, his hand close to reaching out to touch your glorious mounds. “We have five days, starting tomorrow. The person to get the other one to come the most within these next few days wins. The winner gets to dom and is on top for an entire week, and the loser has to comply.”

Mirio’s eyes snap back onto yours, a mischievous glint to them. “Any other rules?”

“The first time someone comes, it can’t be through penetration.”

“Alright.”

“It can happen wherever, whenever.”

“Sounds good.”

“Last, but not least,” You say as your lips ghost over his own. Lust filling his eyes as Mirio defiantly continues to stare at you. “If the person doesn’t come, you get a negative point.”

You smirk at his groan, you could always make Mirio come. That was no issue. Your boyfriend was the closest thing to a human golden retriever. At least when personality, energy, and sociable skills get involved. You could always be a bit trickier to get to come. You thought if he was trying to get you off in the middle of an alleyway, it would be hard.

“I can agree with that.” Mirio smiles, his hand extending out for a handshake. You grin as you take his hand, your head nodding. “Until the last one comes.” He whispers and you smirk.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot your body is?” You question as your lips brush against his sensitive neck, and Mirio chuckles in his throat.

“Good luck babe, but I don’t plan on losing.” He whispers. Mirio gets off the mattress and dresses. His eyebrow quirking at your slightly disappointed stare. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll have you coming so hard later you’ll be begging for me to dom you.”

“You fucking wish!”

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Five Days Left

Your hand raises during class. You had needed to pee.

“Y/l/n?” Your homeroom teacher calls on you, and you smile with your initial apology.

“I need to use the restroom!” You admit as the class laughs at you. Everyone seemed to be needing to pee today, so with a sigh, you get dismissed.

You scurried down the hallways. Your legs pressing tight as you felt the need to pee growing higher and higher. Making it into the girl's restroom, you slipped into the empty stall. You peed all while humming to yourself, grateful for the lack of anyone in here.

You stood up and wiped, flushing the toilet as someone walks in. You don’t mind much as you walk out, your sleeves rolled up to wash your hands. You wash your hands pretty well, the soap suds still in the sink as you dry them. Your eyes finally trailing to the mirror to see Mirio grinning at you. His arms folded across his chest as your jaw drops. You’re ready to yell at him when his mouth overwhelms you. His lips dragging against your own.

“Mirio!” You squeak against his mouth, your face burning as he guided you back into the stall. His large hands grabbing your ass as he does so. “How did you even get out of class?!”

“My secret ninja skills,” Mirio gasps against your lips and you moan as his hands slip down towards your cunt. His large calloused fingers brushing against your sensitive bundle. You moaned out loud at the feeling. “I'm only kidding, I said I needed to pee, too!”

You inhale sharply when Mirio doesn’t even bother to slip off your panties. He instead uses his quirk to press into your clit. Your body trembles in his hold as your curse his name, the bathroom door locking behind him.

You pant when Mirio’s other hand unbuttons your shirt. His lips never stopping in their conquest against your own lips. You shudder against his touch as Mirio gets your shirt to be completely unbuttoned. Your skin scrawling in the cold air of the restroom. Your skin scrawls due to the heat radiating from both your bodies.

The pressure in your cunt grows as Mirio’s heavy finger is relentless against your clit. Shuddering gasps interrupting your kiss as you clutched Mirio closer. Desperate for contact. Mirio seems not to be on the same page as you, as he pulls away. His mouth grinning wide as he slips off your shirt, and places it on the bathroom stalls hook. His lips are on your collarbones as he takes off your bra, and you cave into his touch. Your voice whining as he pulls away, his features grinning.

“Are we keeping the skirt on?” Mirio wonders aloud, a grin on his face as you can no longer hold yourself back. You smash your mouth against him again. His energetic kisses drowning you in their passion as his fingers dance on your waist. It's not long before slipped back down under your skirt. He pulls down the small pair of panties you were wearing, pocketing them with a grin. “Sit down.” He purrs.

You follow his command, sitting down on the toilet seat, your feet pressed onto the cover as Mirio leans down. His lips pressing kisses to your inner thigh. You shudder against his lips, only rolling your eyes when you feel his proud smirk. “Stop smirking, Togata, and do something about it.” You snap as he laughs. Apologizing to you as he is quick to sink in two fingers into your awaiting cunt.

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers entering you, your mouth dropping as he begins thrusting them.

“Fuck you look so damn hot,” Mirio growls, his lips peppering kisses on your breasts as your hips roll against his fingers. You nod your head in agreement, your face feeling hot and bothered due to the location of your activity.

Everything was turning you on further and further. The way his arm muscles rippled as he thrust into you. The way his typically innocent eyes turned black with lust. The way you knew he wanted nothing more than to stop naked and claim you against the bathroom stall.

You shudder against his fingers. The coil in your lower belly tightening with overwhelming pressure. Your fingers grip the toilet seat cover as you mewl out his name. Your pussy feeling like it’s dripping as you rock your hips against his hands. Your jaw opens and voice panting.

“Your pussy is so fucking right, baby. It’s so wet, too.” Mirio observes, his trademark grin on his face as his mouth nears your spasming pussy. A shriek nearly tears from your throat when the door opens and shuts.

Fire erupts from your sex as Mirio’s hand immediately shoots towards your throat. Choking you into silence as his fingers never once slow down. Your breathing is too strained. Your body acclimating to new levels as he was resilient in his finger fucking. Your head was thrown back as the stall next to you In the middle of getting used. Your desperate eyes snap to Mirio who only grins, his eyes challenging you to make a noise, but you won’t. The girl next door stall hums. It was covering up what you believed was the loud sound of his fingers slamming into your soaking cunt.

“Y/l/n-chan?” The voice asks from the stall next to you as the toilet flushes.

Shit, it was Neijire.

“Y-Yes?” You stammer. Your words are too strained as Mirio refuses to let go of your throat. Your face feeling overwhelming hot as you buck roughly against Mirio’s hands.

“In case you wanted to know—“ The water from the sink goes off. “—everyone needs to pee, so hurry back!”

“O-Okay, thank you!” You cry out your hips stuttering against Mirio’s fingers as the door opens and closes.

You let out a muffled shriek as his fingers slam into you at a vigorous speed. His other hand moving from your neck to stimulating circles into your clit. Your breathing hitches, your back arching, and you come hard onto his fingers. His name a scream from your lips.

You pant from your position, Mirio standing up and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you in class, baby.” He whispers and you nod. Your legs shake as you stand up and he kisses you again. “Also, that’s one point for me.”

Your eyes widen as he escapes from the bathroom stall in a heartbeat. Your jaw on the ground as you can’t believe you forgot your little bet overnight.

First Day Stats: Mirio - 3; You - 0

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Second Day Stats: Mirio - 6; You - 3

Highlight:

Your hand stroked Mirio’s length under the blanket. Your eyes locked on Tamaki as you talked with him about the new takoyaki shop that opened. Your eyes were bright as you refused to look at Mirio.

Despite his needy whines in your ear, and the way he had his face buried in your neck, you wouldn’t stop. Your knees shifted under the blankets. This created a large tent for you to get him off while not drawing too much attention.

Mirio hissed into your skin as the tip of your thumb rolled his head of his cock.

“Mirio-kun?” Tamaki finally overcame his hesitation to ask why his best friend was being, well weird. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better!” Mirio grits out, your fingernails gliding against his throbbing skin.

“He was in that fight earlier, it could have something to do with that?” You question, the concern and question very lovely on your voice. “You know how reckless he can be.”

Tamaki nods his head, he knows that what you’re saying isn’t wrong, but he doesn’t quite believe it. His mouth twitches but in comes Neijire.

Mirio can’t focus on anything as your hand continues pumping his length. Your grip mind fogging as he can’t keep from bucking his hips. You glance over as his cock twitches once again, their time enough for you to lose your grip. Mirio grunts as your warm hands clench his cock near the base. Your other hand slipping underneath to fondle his balls. His eyes roll back to his head as you do this, your other hand gripping near his head without mercy.

His hips buck, and he comes into your hand. A muffled moan released into your neck.

“Wow, Mirio-kun are you okay?”

“Never been better…” Mirio huffs against your skin, and you coo pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s three for me…” You grin as you pull away, getting sucked into a conversation with Neijire.

Mirio was for sure getting back at you for that.

Weirdest Place You Had Sex: On the roof of U.A.’s building. It took ten minutes to get up there, and forty minutes to be very much done.

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Third-Day Stats: Mirio - 8; You - 7

Highlight:

In one day, you and Mirio managed to fuck in six different locations. All of which with his fingers shoved down your throat.

The best thing that happened today:

Mirio pretending you weren’t making him come several times over. All while he was on a video call with Hero Agencies.

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Fourth Day Stats: Mirio - 10; You - 12

Highlight:

Your mouth pressed fervently against Mirio’s. Your skirt hiked up to your stomach as Mirio held you again the wall. His cock slamming into your without mercy as your nails clawed down his exposed chest. It was the end of the school day, and after you had gotten him to come three times in the locker room. He had corned you in the classroom after everyone was finally dismissed. His hands slamming you between his chest and the wall, your eyes wide. They soon turned defiant, but it was to no use.

He made little work of you, having no mercy he had made you cum within forty seconds. Mirio wasted no time and soon after pinned you against the wall to continue fucking you.

Your back arched off the wall as his right fingers circle on your clit. His mouth sucking on your throat, definitely leaving a hickey on your neck. You cry out his name as he continues to bounce you up and down his length. His jackhammering speed overwhelming you as your cheeks feel red hot.

Your legs tremble without restraint around his hips. Your core feeling over a million degrees and entirely dripping with your arousal. His mouth intoxicating, his hips captivating, and his cock undeniable. You dug your nails into his skin. You shriek as the building pressure of your orgasm is on the build again. The toe-curling sensation shooting through your body as you shook with raunchy need. The lewd noises of his dick slamming into your soaked pussy making your eyes roll back as you chant him on. The bet no longer on your mind. The only thing fueling you was his slamming body into you, and the release you know is going to leave you dizzy.

You cry as your fingers lock into his hair, your body rolling to help with his rutting hips. They snap into you without mercy, his abs strained and flexing as you run your hands selfishly over them. “Faster, harder, Mirio please!” You cry as your body feels like it’s overheating. Mirio grunts, his hands grasping your waist with enough strength to leave bruises. Your arms resting onto his shoulder as you assisted him in bouncing yourself on his dick.

Heavy breathing fills the air. His gasps and stuttering hips riling the both of you on as you continued fucking. Your head throws back as the pressure within you snaps. You scream out his name, muffled by his hands as you tremble in his grasp. Your head falls against the wall as he continues slamming into you. His speed much slower, the depth of his slams greater as you mewl.

His hips stutter, he presses you harshly against the wall, and you moan at the feeling of him coming within you. The warm fluids filling you up as he pants against your sweaty skin. You laugh as Mirio presses a sweet kiss to your lips, placing you with high caution onto your feet.

“Do I get to count you coming?” You sigh as your body aches. Your smile is sugar-sweet at Mirio who laughs. You watch as he dresses you. You groan as you feel your intermingled cum escaping your still throbbing cunt.

You smile as he presses another kiss to your lips. After awhile you sigh contently as he massages circles into your bruised waist.

“Not at all, princess,” Mirio whispers against your lips and you groan.

“You’re mad that we’re tied now!”

“I am never mad! You can ask anyone!”

The worst thing that happened today:

Your panties falling out of Mirio’s pocket. Someone also noticed the white trail on your leg before you managed to clean it up.

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Final Day: Mirio - 10; You - 13

0 Hours 14 Minutes Left.

You sighed as you entered the bathrooms in the dorm. Your robe snug around your body, your body was sore from a long day of Hero Work. You had spent the night in Mirio’s room, the both of you calling a momentary truce to cuddle that night. It had been sweet and cute. Your body very much so needing the softer version of your boyfriend. At least in oppose to the sex machines, the two of you had become.

Of course, the moment you woke up you were ecstatic! Your blond teddy bear boyfriend was still knocked the fuck out. You slipped out of his cuddle without much resistance on his end and gave him quite the good morning call. He did wake up to his cock in your mouth. His overeager morning sex drive making him cum in less than two minutes as you kiss him morning and left. A giggle in your steps as he cursed.

You were well in the lead now. Given that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend all day, victory was in your grasp. So you were taking a late-night shower to rinse the grime of the day away. Of course, it would also mean that Mirio would have less time trying to get you to come within the diminishing time.

You waved at your classmate who walked out of the shower. She smiled in return as she fastened her robe around her waist.

“Did you just get back in?” She asks and you yawn as you nod. You walk over to the shower stall that was yours. There weren't that many of you so you all had your self proclaimed showers.

“I did!” You say as you place your towel on the hook, your eyes shining with amusement. You were in love with the hero life, it thrilled you to no end being able to save people for a living.

“Alright, well I’m off to bed, I’m so fucking tired,” She says with a wave, and you return it. You turn on the shower water and let your hands touch the running warm water with a satisfied sigh.

Throwing your robe onto the hook, you stepped into the shower, closing the tinted wall behind you.

The warm water seemed to soak all the way through your skin. Satisfied moans leaving your lips as you tilted your head, letting the water soak your hair. You grabbed your shampoo, lathering your hair in the strawberry liquid. You hum a song as you wash your hair, the dirt of the day falling away with every sud. Your fingers scratch your scalp and you sigh at the sensation and your thoughts trail.

You felt bad for Mirio. The disagreement started because you were the one who misremembered your last romp. You had also made him cum four times within ten minutes the other day, and you shook your head.

A bet was a bet, he was losing!

But you did enjoy getting dominated by Mirio, he was rough, hard, and incredible…

You groan as you press your head to the cool tile. Well when you won, you would let him be on top at least once during those seven days. Poor baby would die from being a sub all the time.

Grabbing your conditioner, you pause at the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. Lathering your hair with the sweet fluid, you pondered who it would be.

Besides the girl who left no one else was ever showering this late, not even if they came back late from patrols. Too many of them fell asleep under the hot jets of water. Neijire almost ended up in the hospital one time… Many stopped after that.

Tying up your conditioner soaked hair, you grabbed your washcloth and cleaned your skin. Humming slightly as you went. Trying to ignore your curious instinct on why a door opened but no water turned on. There hadn’t even been a toilet flush!

Shaking it off, you undo your hair and step back under the jets. A soft sigh leaving your lips at the feeling of the water cascading down your now clean body. But a pair of hands jolted you from your tranquil mindset. You screamed at the sight of Mirio permeating through the shower door. A grin on his face as your mouth opened in protest.

You didn’t get to say anything as his lips slam against yours, “I know you weren’t expecting me to do this.” Mirio growls as he kisses your slick skin. Your hands tremble against his body as you laugh.

Your try getting your hands to his cock, you refused to lose to him now. He would never let you forget it if you got you to come at the very least four times in less than twenty minutes. You were a bit of a challenge to get off, so you hoped it would be your saving grace.

You lean your lips towards him, ready to distract Mirio with your alluring kisses, but he’s predicted it. His fingers sink immediately into your cunt, not at all horny yet. You hiss at the uncomfortable feeling as his finger wiggle within you. You gasped at the feeling of his moving fingers. Your hands slamming against the tile walls as the small movements begin a fire within you. “You know, when you woke me up this morning, I thought I died and gone to heaven,” Mirio whispers against your ear as he presses your heated body against the cold tile. You curse at the sensation, your body jerking against his fingers as you couldn’t move away from the tile. “I can’t lie, I fucking love when your pretty lips are around my cock. You look so fucking sexy it turns me on.” He growls this into your neck, your hips bucking against his scissoring fingers.

“Then let me do that for you t-then, Mirio.” You cry as he chuckles lowly, his teeth biting the skin on your neck.

“Fuck, I wish I could let you do that,” Mirio admits, the heavy truth evident in his tone, but his fingers don’t stop. “You see,” his free hand trails from your waist to your clit, pressing down on your bundle of nerves as you sob softly. Your hands shooting out to him, desperate for more contact. “I just really have to beat my amazing girlfriend in a contest.”

You chuckle, your head banging against the wall as the pressure in your stomach only grows. You can feel your arousal seeping onto his fingers. Your heated arousal turning the both of you as he curses your name. “Y-Your girlfriend?” You ask as nonchalantly as you can, your teeth nibbling his ear. “Do I know her? Would she approve of you doing this?”

“You know her better than anyone in the world.” Mirio groans as his fingers begin pumping into you. Your back arching off the cool tile as you they jut against his moving fingers. “I think she would approve of this.”

With his fingers pumping inside of you, and his fingers merciless against your clit. Your body was reaching its high. Your eyes scrunching together as you feel yourself flushing. “M-Mirio!” You cry as waves of pressure shoot down your legs. Your knees buckling as he continues increasing his pace, uncaring of your shouts. “I’m going to--fuck!” Your body shudders as your orgasm is threatening to spill over. Your cunt is clenching so hard Mirio’s fingers have to shift in your wake. But still, he doesn’t stop. His pumping fingers continuing their conquest. His circling fingers continuing to press small circles into you. “MIRIO!” You scream, what feels like your orgasm hitting, but it isn't and you tremble even more so. Your hands shooting to his as you beg for him to let you release. His curling fingers are unable to give you your desperate release.

His fingers pull away from your throbbing cunt, and you mewl loudly as your orgasm slams into you. It hits you hard! Your pussy clenching in his wake. Your knees almost giving out on you as you feel your arousal slicked against your thighs. But it’s what happens when you orgasm that has you crying. You just squirted all over Mirio’s awaiting hand.

Your head presses against the wall as your orgasm stops, your squirting ending with it. You stare at your boyfriend. Jaw opened as you can’t believe what just happened. Mirio grins at you, his mouth does not hesitate to press full of need against your own.

“That was the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done.” Mirio laughs against your lips, but you smack his chest. You were very embarrassed, but goddamn was that the most intense thing you’ve ever felt. “That eleven.”

You can not even try to stop him as Mirio sinks to his knees. His back hitting the hot jets of water, as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “You don’t mind if I eat you out? Do you?” Mirio asks with a cheeky smile. “I’m hungry for you tonight, princess.”

Your hands press onto the tile by your ass as his soft lips press against your inner thigh. His hot tongue lapping at the come that remained on your legs.

“Mirio…” You gasp as he moves further down. His licks becoming bolder, larger, and harder.

Your hips shudder against his mouth as he licks your sensitive cunt. You gasp as his nose brushes against your clit, his blue eyes locked on yours. You bite down on your bottom lip as his tongue enters between your folds. His hot appendage making you squirm as he lapped happily into your dripping folds. “You taste so fucking sweet.” Mirio groans as he becomes more aggressive in his eating you out.

His teeth biting softly onto your sensitive sex and you whine out loudly. Your hips rocking against his face as he stares at you, a lustful gleam in his eyes. You don’t seem to care anymore as your hands grip his hair like a vice, and you shift your hips to fuck his face. Mirio keeps up with an effort to your demanding speed.

The pressure builds up once again at both the sight and the feeling of his mouth eating you out. The occasional slurps and thrusting tongue making you thrash. Both in joy and undeniable lust. You grunt as your pussy throbs, you’re once more on the edge and you want nothing more than to get over it. You cry as his fingers pinch your clit, and it drives you on. Your hips merciless against Mirio’s awaiting face as you make sure he gets face fucked properly.

His other free hand moves to grasp your ass. It slips the first few times, the slick and supple skin unable to remain in his grasp and he growls into your cunt. The vibrations sending you two a whole new level as you shriek his name. Your hips ramming into his tongue as the coil in your snaps, and you come onto his face. You pant heavily as you fall against the tile wall. Your eyes heavy as you stare at Mirio who wipes his face with a large grin. “Thank you for the meal,” Mirio whispers against your mouth. “But that makes two, princess.”

A beep goes off, and the two of you know how much time you have left. Five minutes.

“Five minutes to get you to come at least twice?” Mirio grins as he scoops you off the ground. Your mouth dropping in a soundless moan at the feeling of his large and very hard dick. He is pressing against the entrance of your sore cunt. This could go two ways, and your hips roll against the tip of his head, and Mirio curses softly.

Either he’s got you to come too hard and your body is unable to come any more, or you were for sure fucked.

Mirio presses a capturing kiss to your lips, and he pushes you onto his dick without any problems. But your still clenching pussy has Mirio cursing against your collarbone as you moan. The feeling of his dick stretching you out in the most delicious of ways was mind-numbing. You huff as he begins to move his hips against yours.

“Mirio!” You shriek as he ruthlessly slams into you. His hips coming down so fast your body bounces with every thrust. Your screams tumble out of your throat as your back drags against the cold tile. Your back arching as you shake around his relentless hips.

“What’s that, princess?” Mirio growls, his hips hammering into you at mind fogging speed. “Are you needing to come already?”

“NO!” You scream as your pussy clenches around his pounding cock. You’re able to barely keep your hips in rhythm with him, but you can’t keep your eyes open. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Your breasts are achingly sweet against his own hard chest. You’re able to feel his cock entering you at toe-curling speeds, and all you can do is accept your fate. “Oh my god, FUCK you feel so good!”

“The way you bounce on my cock is so fucking hot!” Mirio grunts as he releases one hand from your waist. He presses your stimulated nipples between his calloused fingers. Your head slams back, you’re uncaring of the pain the pleasure far greater, and so you scream again. Your pussy clenching with no remorse around his dick. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Do you need to come now, princess?”

You can only nod your head as the pressure continues to build and build.

“Good,” Mirio pants with a grin. “I want you to come.”

“Fuck me, I need to come so badly!” You sob out as your body trembles above his thrusting hips, you’re seeing stars now.

Mirio growls as his hand slams near your head, his other hand gripping your waist tighter. Fuck he was so fucking strong.

That’s all it takes and you come hard around his dick, his name ripping through your abused body as he moans. Mirio grins even more so as your chest heaves with your finished orgasm, but he drops you to the floor.

You’re on your hands and knees, and Mirio’s dick pulls out of your spasming pussy to only reenter in less than two seconds.

“Mirio!” You scream out in almost discomfort. Your body has come hard three separate times within ten minutes.

“I’m winning this,” Mirio grunts as his hips thrust into yours. You cry as his hips slam against your ass, your body moving forward with it.

His hand reaches around your shaking thighs to press firmly against your aching clit. Your body tensing at the pressure. “You’re coming,” Mirio insists, the tip of his finger curling on your sensitive clit. “Do you understand?”

Your pussy clenches at those words. An uncomfortable pleasure shooting down your body as his fingers circle on your clit. Mirio’s body then starts ramming into yours at such a delicious force your arms quivered as they held you up. You were desperate as you tried to keep from falling completely onto the floor. He clenches your hair, tugging it harshly as you cried out his name. Your spasming cunt was once again building in pressure.

You gasp as your hips continue to rock back into his, the rhythm of your fucking making you almost sob actual tears. Mirio growls out your name as he moves his hands back to your waist. Slamming your body at a hot-blooded pace into his hard cock. Your burning face slammed against the cold tile for support.

“God, you’re so fucking, beautiful princess. Spread out with your pussy soaking for me?” Your head nods vigorously, your unsteady pants filling the shower. Your hips are no longer able to keep up with his insane speed. “I want you to come one last time around my cock, can you do that for me?”

A pained mewl escapes your mouth as you nod your head again, “Yes! OH my god!!”

Your pussy clamps around his cock, unable to hold back your orgasm as you hope to hard around his moving dick. You moan out loudly as pleasure-filled waves shoot down every ligament in your body. But as before, it doesn’t happen, and you shriek as fire erupts within you. The sensation now familiar as you beg him to slip out.

Mirio grunts, his hips never slowing down as he chases after your orgasm. Ignoring your pleas. His hips are merciless in his own quest for release. He chuckles at your moans. Your hips weakly shifting back into his until he moans loudly. His cock releasing his hot load into your throbbing and unreleased cunt.

Mirio pulls away, and you once again squirt against his now softening cock. His alarm for midnight blares as your body slides to the floor.

Mirio laughs in mirth at his victory, and you groan as he wraps you close.

“It seems like you’ll get to be mine for the week, princess.” He mumbles against your skin as he reaches up to turn off the water. The two of you laying on the floor, mingling with the water from the shower and your intermingled cum.

bonus!

“You guys are like done with whatever sex competition thing the two of you are having, right?” Neijire asks, her face bright and cheery.

“WHAT!” You shriek as Mirio bellows in laughter.

“Y-You guys were so obvious…” Tamaki sighs, his hands covering his own blushing cheeks.

“We are!” Mirio affirms despite your embarrassment. “I won!”

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Usagi and Hito

Kinktober Day 31 ~ kink: seduction

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: cussing, smut

word count: 5,544

a/n: so this is a prequel to Attraction, you don’t have to read attraction to read this!!!! just know that reader and shouto are bitter rivals. sorry its... 8 days late BAHAHAHA. shit forgot to mention usagi means bunny and hito is short for hitokuchi which means bite (NO ITS NOT HITO AS IN MAN ALTHOUGH IT IS HILARIOUS IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL)

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There were too many fucking people in this house.

Shouto’s eyes scanned over the crowds of people that were all dressed up in various costumes and disguises. He shifted as a girl in a “sexy” Danny Devito costume fell into his chest, her delirious and drunken giggles were like nails on a chalkboard to him.

“Whoops, sorry there sexy dark vampire,” she purred as her fingers trailed down his torso.

Yes, Todoroki Shouto showed up to a college costume party wearing a vampire costume. Not being one that interested in college parties, or buying a costume to wear only once, he had a very interesting costume designed. He wore a long-sleeved white dress shirt, the first few buttons were undone teasing his toned chest for wandering eyes. The shirt was tucked into black slacks, the material fitted and tight, as this was his typical formal outfit. He even sported a black cape that Tokoyami happened to have in the back of his closet as well.

Due to the nature of the party, and the fact that Kaminari and Kirishima refused to let him leave the house just like… well… that, his make up was done too. Fake fangs were pressed to his canines, using some of Kirishima’s red hair dye, they had made the white half of his hair red. It was slicked back except for a few locks that fell into his vision. Mina had come over to cover his scar, she had also added a sullen and tired look to his eyebags, contouring his cheeks for the heightened vampire look. They had even given him black colored contacts to make him that much more mysterious. More secretive. Fake blood dripped on the sides of his mouth, and there were puncture wounds on his neck.

All in all, his last-second costume that was arranged from what was in their apartment went rather smoothly. If anything was a testament to that claim was the fact that there was always some new girl grabbing him during every passing song.

Shouto, who was forced to attend this college party on the promise that his friends would drop their teasing about his terribly hidden feelings for y/n, was ready to leave. With a firm grasp, Shouto pushed the girl off of him as he yelled at Midoriya that he was getting a drink.

Pushing his way through the thicket of people, Shouto found himself finally in the kitchen. His eyes looked over the bowls filled with jungle juice, straight up soju, or bottles of other types of alcohol. Was there no goddamn water at this party?

Sliding his fingers against his gelled back hair, Shouto sighed as he made eye contact with a girl dressed in a plain oversized white shirt that read “costume.”

Her face turned red as she was caught staring and her eyes turned back onto the bowls of drinks.

“I like your costume,” Shouto tells her, hoping that maybe he could be lucky and not have to be around weirdos this entire night. Honestly, why was Halloween such a transformative night? Why did people have to take on a whole other alter ego?

“Oh, uh, thanks?” She squeaks looking down at her costume. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m sort of the bartender here.”

“I’m not sure if serving cups counts as bartending…” Shouto admits as he looks at the ladle in her hand. “I’m okay, I was wanting water.”

“Oh!” The girl waves her hands as she laughs. Shouto watches her curiously as she places the ladle down and motions for him to follow her. “I’ll show you where they are so that you don’t have to ask.”

Grateful to get some water in his body, Shouto followed after her.

She walked into a closet and Shouto raised an eyebrow as he followed in after her. He didn’t really need to know where it was, he would be fine after a single water bottle.

The closet door closed heavily behind him, and Shouto’s eyes widened as her body was suddenly pressed against his. Her mouth immediately over his own as she kissed him. Her lips were drenched with the taste of alcohol. Reacting immediately, Shouto pushed the girl off of him, “What the hell was that?!”

“I know you’re Todoroki Shouto, right?” Her mouth whined, and Shouto groaned as he rolled his eyes.

Of course, just another girl interested in his family name, in his physical appearance.

“No. I’m not.”

“I saw you walking in with Midoriya-kun you are, but you don’t know who I am…”

“I’m not Todoroki.” Shouto insists. He wants to get out of this fucking closet, but the closet is too tight for him to move without him hurting her.

“You’re so obsessed about that one girl, y/l/n… do you even know that I have had almost every class with the two of you, and yet… you have only ever focused on her?! The two of you hate each other too!”

“Please let me go.”

“Promise you’ll talk to me in class then! Stop arguing with y/l/n and pay attention to me!”

“I don’t know who you are.”

Shouto manages to get his hand onto the doorknob and he stumbles out of the closet. The girl stumbling after Shouto as he walked away.

That was it, Shouto was done.

He was going back to the dorm.

Shouto stormed pass Ice Princesses, devils, sexy cowgirls, and Sailor Moons.

This “holiday” was a fucking joke, and he was never wrong for hating it.

Shouto’s eyes scanned the crowds of people for Midoriya’s green hair, for Kirishima’s red hair, for the blond hair of Kaminar i— anyone he knew! He couldn’t find them. Taking one last sweep of the faces in the crowd, Shouto’s eyes flickered over a girl by the opposite wall.

Long white hair that fell to the small of her back, y/e/c eyes staring at him through a lacey mask that covered her eyes. Dark red lips paired the brightest smile Shouto had seen this entire night, her makeup looked done. His eyes swept up to see black bunny ears in her hair. Looking down and even though there were crowds of people, he noticed the iconic black playboy bunny outfit. It hugged her body, accentuating the curves of her waist, pressing against her breasts in a way that was only suitable during Halloween. Fishnet tights lined the curves of her legs, and high heels on her feet.

Shouto blinked as he watched her head tilt and quickly realized that he had been caught staring.

He, however, did not panic as he blinked again. There was a red cup in her hand, and Shouto watched as she handed it to a friend of hers as she began weaving through the crowd. Now, Shouto wanted to leave, he really did, but for some reason, he felt trapped where he stood as she drew nearer and nearer.

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You had been enjoying this party so far. Despite the large crowd that came to what was supposed to be a small party, you and some of your other friends (who were surprisingly not your roommates) had found solace in a corner. Each of you had been waiting for the perfect guy to come around, and well, it was your turn. Most guys who approached you throughout the night were not people you wanted to ever try to get at. So you decided to play a little game.

Chicken.

You’d approach the first guy you caught staring at you who didn’t look away.

This redhead was the first to not look away the entire night. Most guys did return their gazes after the fact of being caught, but not this guy. So with a small “wish me luck!” you handed your untouched drink and walked over to this mystery man.

The sounds of hundreds of people talking, on top of the blaring music, by the time you approached this stranger you found yourself raising your voice to speak to him.

“I like your costume.” You said as you stepped close enough to him that your body ghosted against his own. “Where’d you get it?”

“My closet.”

Your eyes looked up at him, with a grin you nodded. “Yeah, I had this in my closet as well, ya know? Trying to not spend too much money.”

Your grin only widened as you watched the man roll his eyes as he too grinned. It was a good fucking look on him as your heart hammered the smallest of bits faster.

“Well, I have to admit it looks good.”

“Damn right you do!” You giggle as you press your hand against his chest. “Now, I don’t think I’ve met you before. Do I get a name?”

“You approached me, bunny,” He smirks at you, and your tongue swipes at your painted lips. “I think you owe me your name first.”

“I only approached you because you were giving me the bedroom eyes.” You tease as your finger pokes against his exposed chest. You stared at his face, there was something oddly familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it given the terrible lighting.

“Well, I guess you don’t get my name.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Too bad,” you pout, but it’s broken by the grin that overcomes your features again. Leaning in closely, you chuckle as you see him bending in closer so that your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. “I really wanted to have something to moan when I get you in bed tonight.”

You giggle as you watch him stiffen and you pull away. Your eyes glisten in your increasing joy at the fact that his eyes are swimming with emotions that looks like he wouldn’t deny you.

“You’re a bit cocky.” He tells you, and you shrug as your arms wrap around his neck. Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re a bit into it.”

He laughs and you can feel his body moving against your own, it’s a pleasant sound to your ears, a sound you want to hear more. God, maybe if you actually got him to fuck you tonight your friends would leave you alone about their theory about you and Shouto needing to fuck for you to be less stressed.

“I actually was on my way out.” He informs you as your hips slowly begin dancing in time with the bass of the song. You feel his hands grip around your hips, his hands repositioning where you were and thus increased the friction.

“Is that so? Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You wonder aloud, your face centimeters from his own.

“Well, there is one thing.” He mumbles into your ear, his hot breaths raising the skin where it hits.

“Mhm?” You whisper, your heart hammering.

“I really want water.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scream, but the soft laughter that hits your ears causes you to smile.

“You’re an idiot.” You sigh as you pull away from him, “Come on! The water is outside. Have you never been to Nejire’s parties before? She thinks that having water in the house kills the party mood!”

Your hand was in his as you pull him outside.

“You’re not taking me into the closet in the kitchen are you?”

You look at him strangely, but only shake your head as you continue walking and sure enough, the water was out there.

You watched in the chill of the night as the man drank the water, your eyes training on his jaw and how it moved with every chug. The costume you had was hot but definitely not practical as your body trembled in coldness.

“You cold?” The man asks you, and you giggle shaking your head.

Being outside you could hear the low timbre of his voice, something that sounded so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Then again, you didn’t know anyone who was a complete redhead except for Kirishima!

“A true hoe never gets cold.” You say without thinking.

His quirked eyebrow sent you into a series of laughter as you tried waving off what you said.

“And here I thought what we had was special.” He sighs as he hands you his almost empty water bottle. “Want some water?”

“I can be a hoe and a prude,” You retort as you take the water bottle, you take a sip before returning it with a grateful smile. “Besides, Dracula, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be this eternal being who kidnaps virgins who don’t even get demon dick. Just their necks punctured.”

“Wow, that was prejudiced. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I’m Dracula.” He teases.

“Well, you’re no Edward Cullen.”

“Are those the only two vampires you know?”

“...maybe it is.”

“That was one more than me.”

You shake your head as you giggle, “Fine, I apologize, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You ask tilting your head back towards the party. “You owe me a dance.”

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to give you a dance.”

“I brought you to the water!”

“Fine.”

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Shouto’s never once thought in his life he would be in this situation.

Yuuei was not a party school, but it was still a university. Parties happened, but in his now third year enrolled in Yuuei, Shouto found himself at the biggest party ever thrown in campus history. But now there was a girl he didn’t know grinding into him as the music of the party drummed in his chest.

Her hands traveled up and down his chest, trailing against his exposed skin. Her hips made soft and wide movements against his crotch. It made no sense to Shouto, she should be off of the beat with how languid she was moving, but somehow — someway — she was in sync with the music and it was making his skin crawl in the best of ways.

Shouto stills against her dancing body as he feels her fingers graze his cheeks.

Eyes wide, he watches as with the pounding music she pulls him down.

He can’t hear her.

Not even a sound.

But he can read her lips clearly.

“Can I kiss you?” She mouths, and Shouto isn’t sure what’s louder right now.

His heart or the music.

But Todoroki Shouto was not a second-place type of man, he wasn’t one to let another choose for him. He pressed forward, his lips connecting with hers.

There was something insatiable about kissing her.

Her soft lips moving in tangent with his.

Her body pressing even closer to his as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tilting heads, gasping breaths, dancing tongues.

Shouto’s fingers dug into her hips, her soft moan vibrating into his mouth.

Her body was soft, her taste was addicting, and she was making his head spin.

Fueled by lust and a raging need to get laid, Shouto found his hands lowering down further down her ass as she ground her crotch into his own.

But as quickly as he kissed her, she was off him.

Her eyes fluttering open, there was a confident and almost sadistic smirk on his face. Her fingers sat on his chest as she kept him at an arm's distance. As Shouto felt himself moving forward towards her, she was already three steps ahead.

Shouto stared at her as she slipped through the crowd, her head turning back around as she beckoned him with her eyes.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

You watched over your shoulder as the mystery man followed you through the thickets of people. Planning well in advance, you slipped through people the man would need to push through. His body demanding, his eyes never leaving yours.

In the kitchen you paused by the sink, it was empty except for a girl who was passed out drunk by the sink. Your eyes fall lazily onto the man as he barges in, his pupils blown as he looks at you. You tilt your head to the side, your arms stretching onto the countertop as he walks over to you.

His steps are long and quick and he has you trapped between his body and the counter. Your head tilts to the side as his lips press against your neck.

His kisses are hot, overwhelming, and dizzying.

His plump lips are sinful against your flush skin. The fake fangs on his teeth only adding to the stimulation he gives you.

But this isn’t it.

You want to drive him crazy even more.

Your hand travels to his pants, palming him softly as you moan at the sensation of his mouth on you.

He’s sensitive and jumps at your touch, and in the two seconds he takes to recover, you’re already on the move.

You don’t walk that fast, but you manage to leave the kitchen before him. The party seems to move in slow motion as you move your way through crowds of people. Twirling around at points when the bass of the song pounds in your blood. Your eyes fall back behind you, and the red-head is still following you.

Climbing the stairs, your hands trail against the banister.

His hand touches yours, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of the fact that his three steps below you.

You don’t quicken your pace, however, choosing instead to stop and turn. Your face is level with his, his eyes concentrated on your lips.

“You planning on fucking me right now, vampire?” You drawl, your fingers pushing against his gelled hair.

“I might be… do I get to know your name?” He murmurs, his lips teasing against yours.

“I think I like you better without a name.” You sigh as your hands rest against the back of his neck.

“Really?”

You don’t answer him, choosing to instead kiss him passionately. Your lips give your answer as you take a step up the stairs backward. Your hand clenches the rail, and his right hand gives you balance as you two climb the stairs like that.

“It’s Halloween,” You whisper as you steer him towards the bedroom. “You can be anything you want to be that isn’t yourself, and you want us to be ourselves?”

Your back slams against the door as he has you pinned to the door. Your lips are denied his as his mouth trails down your neck,

“Call me, Usagi.” You purr as his tongue pressed against your neck.

“Cute,” He mumbled into your skin. Your eyes flutter as your hand grasps the doorknob finally, his dark eyes locking on yours. “Call me, Hito.”

The two of you pushed through the door and it slammed closed behind you. His lips are back over yours, and your hands immediately shoot towards the knot keeping his cape into place.

Hito groans softly as his fingers trace the corset lining to your costume. His hands are hot, the heat bleeding through the fabric as you feel your knees hit the mattress.

His lips are passionate against yours, your jaw drops and your mind spins from the intensity pouring into the kiss. Your gasps seem to stir him on as his hands grasp your ass without fear, your body melting into his grasp as he lifted you up. Your breathing is shaking, your feelings and nerves overload as you put in the same amount of intensive passion into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He mutters as your hands manage to undo his shirt. Your whines escape your mouth as you feel his rippling muscles underneath your fingers. His hands trail down your fishnets, the sensation of his hot fingers against the tights sent shivers down your spine as your hips grind against his. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. When you manage to once again roll your body against his increasing bulge, your mouth opens up as you let him in.

Tongues crash in the middle, they move together in a clumsy yet passionate dance. Neither one of you entirely placing dominance on the other. Moans escape your mouth as he presses your back against the mattress. Your fingers clenching into his hair, his hips grinding more intently into your heating core. Synchronized groans are exchanged in this maddening exchange, his body very receptive to the hair-pulling.

His hands trail down onto the swell of your breasts, they squeeze firmly around the flesh, and you arch into his hands. His tongue furthers into your mouth in your brief distraction, and he trails his tongue everywhere in your mouth. Your increasingly satisfied moans make him chuckle. You watch with heavy lids as he pulls away, his face deliriously close to your own as you pant.

From this distance, you can see that he’s wearing contacts, but the thought disappears as his mouth attaches onto your neck. The fake fangs press softly against your skin making you cry out. It’s the weirdest sensation, but it makes your hips buck up against his. Your body wanting more friction.

The fangs continue tracing against your skin, your vocal praises only seeming to stir him on. You wanted more though, you needed more.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you feel the costume loosen around you, and you watch as he pulls the black fabric off of you. The cold air hits your body, and you feel on edge as his eyes rack your body.

You still have the bunny ears on, the cuffs on your wrists, the tights on your legs, and the black lacy undergarments you wore with the costume. Yet you feel as if you were bare by the way he looks at you. Huffing you push the white wig from your shoulders as you sit up, “Don’t just watch me!” You snap as you remove his shirt, and quickly unbuckle his pants.

“You’re a little bit desperate for someone who was giving me a hard time in the beginning.” Hito chuckles as he helps you remove his clothes.

Your nostrils flare as you don’t try to deny this fact, but as he now remains in just his boxers, your breathing nearly stops.

You really got fucking lucky…

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teases you, and he captures your lips with his own again.

You gasp sharply at the feeling of his toned body pressing against your flush skin. Your hands sliding down his muscular back as were intoxicated with the way his body felt.

“I don’t need a picture of something that I can memorize.” You shudder as his fingers graze the pool of heat in your panties.

“You’re a bit of a brat, Usagi.”

“You’re the one not fucking me, Hito.”

You watch as he hums. His fingers trailing over the curves of your breast and into the valley between them. “So you just want my dick in you? Nothing else?” He asks you, his hands on your panties applying a greater pressure against your pooling heat.

“I can go get someone else.” You tease as your hips pathetically grind into his fingers. He watches as you shift to remove your bra, your breasts spilling free as you stare up at him. He chuckles as he pulls your tights off, and pushes the fabric of your panties to the side, his finger teasing your building heat.

“Such decisive words from a girl who looks ready to fuck herself with my fingers.” He mutters as he sinks two fingers into your unsuspecting heat.

The helpless and needy scream that pours from your mouth makes him laugh.

“Tell me, Usagi.” He says as his fingers slowly pump within you.

Slowly.

Teasingly.

“Do you want my dick in you?”

Your harsh pants keep you from speaking as Hito increases his speed. His fingers curling within your walls stretching you out in a mind-blowing way. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re vastly affected by his intruding fingers, your body violently trembling with his curled appendages.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh my god Hito!” You shriek as your hips slam against his fingers with every crashing movement.

“Look at you, you don’t even need my cock in you!” He muses as his teeth come to bite against your exposed nipples. The neverending noises of approval expelling from your mouth silences at the new sensation. Your fingers gripping onto his hair in silent approval. “And you were going to try and find someone else.”

“P-Please fuck me!” You cry as you try squirming away from his fingers. Your hands desperately stretching out to remove his tented underwear. You watch gratefully as he slips it off, and his cock springs out.

A satisfied and slightly horrified moan escapes your mouth at the sight of him. His fingers removing from your sopping wet cunt as he licks you clean from his fingers. “Maybe I’ll have some dessert later,” He mumbles as he slowly fists himself. “Now lay back and legs out, Usagi.”

He accentuates every word, and you feel yourself heeding his command. Your hands quickly get rid of your panties as you watch him draw near your spread legs. The tip of his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“Fuck me, Hito.” You snap as he continues to only coat his cock with your juices.

He looks up at you, a smirk on his face as he shrugs.

“Okay.”

A shriek crashes through your mouth as he pushes his cock completely into your awaiting cunt without mercy. His girth stretching you out in an unimaginable way. Stretching you out in ways you were not prepared for. Your walls rippling as they attempt to relax and grow used to his size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking big!” You cry as your body trembles as Hito leans forward.

His own head is buried within your neck, his breathing trying to reign back in.

“What never had a big dick before.” Hito cockily rasps, but his words feel powerless as he is obviously affected by the tightness of you around him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You mewl as the painful throb in your pussy lulls and you writhe your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret not looking for another guy.” You command as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something strangely familiar between the two of you, it’s unsaid and you can’t place your finger onto it. But it makes this weirdly comforting.

Hito smirks, small and knowing, and rightfully so as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle and you can only watch behind clenched eyes as he begins slamming into you. Your hips move in time with his. Both of you desperate under your nearing orgasms and this heightened state of pleasure brought by the mystery of this all. Hito’s hands grip your waist. His grip will for sure leave bruised marks as he slams your body faster against his. He’s stretching you out with every move, and by god does he know how to use his cock. His hands shift as they drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this difference stretches you out in unimaginable ways.

His hips crashing into yours is uplifting, and your cries only fuel him on.

Your body feels as if it is turning into jelly as he shifts your two legs over his shoulders. His cock bottoming out into you making your back arch off the mattress as you wail out his name. Hito’s heated fingers press against your throbbing clit. You suppress a wail as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your puffy nerve. Your pussy is clamping down on his hammering cock, not at all slowing him down, and yet he still grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silences as his cock hits the back of your walls, your legs thrashing around as he drilled into you the same way.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Harder and harder.

His cock smashing against your walls until he tilts his angle and crashes down hard against your g-spot.

“HITO!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot. His alias a prayer on your lips as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the mattress, your screams muffled through a kiss as you wrap your arms around him. Even though your legs were on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allowing Hito to drive his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your body bouncing with every single slam. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Hito moan and curse.

“I needa – fuuuuck, baby do that again – I needa come!” You squeak as your body rocks against his own.

“Come for me, Usagi.” Hito sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cock.”

The built-up pleasure in your belly is profuse, it’s built up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the pleasure being too much.

Your orgasm slams through you, your vision nearly turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Hito’s mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm. His fangs digging into your bottom lip as his jaw slacks.

His hips continue slamming into you. They’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt continues clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow numb in his arms, although your hips still continue to desperately roll against his. His breathing is heavy and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” You whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed within you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way as he presses your back onto the mattress again. The protruding veins on his cock creating insane friction against your walls. Hito fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Hito curses loudly as he finally loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time as a heavy load shoots into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your body relaxes as he falls beside you. You whimper as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“You were amazing.” Hito chuckles as he leans down next to you.

“You were too…” You whisper as you look at him.

You don’t remember how the night ended for the two of you, only that you let him fuck you three more times.

Bonus!

“You look like goddamn shit,” Todoroki states as he passes by you on his way to his assigned seat. You watch tiredly as he sits down, and you notice the grey beanie covering his weirdly two-colored hair.

“Great, I was hoping you’d say that.” You smile while taking a chug of the sweet, sweet coffee in your hands. “Unlike you, I had fun last night.”

“Were you scaring kids for money?” He deadpans. “Oh wait, you do that for free and normally, huh?”

You roll your eyes as you simply flip him off.

Your body was way too sore, and your mind was way too tired to handle this verbal war.

“I was up having sex.” You say with a tight smile. “Ya know? Sexual intercourse? In my case where a man and a woman come together to place the penis inside of the vagina? I’m assuming, of course, you’ve only been able to see those pictures from A and P… do you need legit pics?” You taunt.

Todoroki rolls his eyes as he lays out his notebook, “Haha. Besides, I had sex last night too, but I don’t look like shit like you.”

“Don’t worry Todoroki,” You sigh as the professor walks in. “Me looking like shit is a rare occurrence. You looking like shit? That’s an everyday thing, babe.”

Bonus bonus!

“I don’t think I can ever top my costume from last year.” You moan as you snuggle into Shouto’s chest. Your phone in your hands as you look at the never-published photos of your Halloween night. “What’s sexier than a playboy bunny? Literally nothing… OH EM GEE! Shouto, can I be you, but like a sexy female version?!”

Shouto, who had been reading a book, blinked as he looked down at you. “...it’s March… why are you thinking about Halloween costumes?”

“I got a five months ago on this day notification.” You laugh as you show him your costume. “I looked super hot, too bad you couldn’t have banged me that night.” You shift as you feel Shouto freeze underneath you. “You okay?”

“That… that was you?” He asks as he looks at the picture.

“Right?! I was so fucking hot.” You pout as you retract your phone.

“N-No!” Shouto shakes his head as he sits up, thus so do you. “You’re Usagi?!”

Your eyes stare intently into his eyes, and slowly you begin picturing your boyfriend with only red hair, his scar covered, and with dark eyes. “YOU’RE HITO?!”

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