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Sanemi x plus size!reader

a/n: this is the first part to my Sanemi kink series but all the chapters can be read as stand alone

Summary: Sanemi and Y/N have a very kink filled relationship. she puts on her favorite kitty ears and tail then gets the idea to send him pictures while he’s at work.

cw: NSFW, kinks, pet play, teasing, toys, mild spanking, oral (M receiving), vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration

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It’s been a long day running errands, Y/N just got home, put away all of the groceries when she was in the kitchen, she saw a note on the counter “I’ll be home late today – Sanemi” she reads out loud. her boyfriend Sanemi is a math teacher at the high school so he comes home late sometimes thankfully he lets her know.

They have been together for 5 years now, high school sweethearts. The man took Y/N and they both ran away from their abusive families, he’s loved her through all of the hard things in the world. Y/N would say they have a really good relationship especially in the bedroom, they can’t keep their hands off each other at home which is probably why Sanemi chooses to do his work at the school instead of bringing it home.

Y/N sighs before finishing up in the kitchen, making her way to their shared bedroom she decided to go through her closet where all of her toys and special items are. She smirks devilishly when a idea pops up in her head “he’ll punish me for this, but it will be so worth it” she giggles to herself.

The women quickly strips herself of the dress she was wearing, letting it fall off her voluptuous breasts down to her rounded hips then to the floor. Then she slips free of her bra and underwear leaving her full form bare to the cold apartment air, Y/N reaches for a box they have hidden in the bottom of their closet then gets some other goodies before running over to the bed. “okay, time to get to work” she says loudly to herself as she’s opening the box.

Inside is a tail with a plug on the base of it, kitty ears to match her hair and her special collar and leash that makes Sanemi lose his mind.

She pulls out some lube from her bedside table and crawls on the bed, she takes some lube in her head and reaches under herself to her asshole. It’s been so long since he’s touched her here that it’s almost uncomfortable when she sticks a finger in, she tries to slow her breathing as she works her finger in and out of her. When she thinks it’s open enough she puts a second one inside pumping them together before spreading her fingers “oh fuck” she moaned loudly.

After a few more minutes she felt that her ass was stretched enough and picked up the tail. Y/N put the tip to her ass teasing around her rim making a moan leave her throat when she finally has enough she pushes the plug inside ‘I-It’s bigger than I remember’ she thinks

After the plug was fully settled inside she starts standing up almost falling when the plug moved slightly deeper, rubbing against her sensitive walls. Y/N clips the ears in her hair and reaches for the sexy clothes she picked out, a crop top that barely covers her breasts with a kitty shaped hole in the middle and a pair of underwear that has a string of pearls that settles perfectly in her thick folds.

Sanemi always will rub those pearls on her cunt making her cry with pleasure and beg to be fucked. She moves her thighs together experimentally moaning when she felt the pearls run along her slit teasing her clit “he’s going to lose his fucking mind” she giggles

Y/N crawls back onto their bed with her phone in hand, she places some toys around her and picks up her pink dildo bringing the tip just barely to her mouth. She holds her phone above her making sure to get the whole scene in the picture of her on her knees with her ears, tail, a dildo to her plump lips and toys circling around her. Y/N smirks at the picture while sending it to her boyfriend with a message that reads “I’m having fun without you, master” then she sent the message grinning at the thought of teasing her master.

While waiting Y/N slowly runs the dildo down her curves to her already dripping cunt, working the length of it along the pearls seated there. It wasn’t long before she hear a sound from her phone with her other hand she picks the discarded phone up to read the message “I’m warning you, kitten” was all the message said.

“well that’s no fun” she pouted

Y/N thought for a minute before going back into her bedside table and pulling out her tripod, she plugs her phone into it and sets it in front of her. The camera showing off the shape of her body, full breasts, rounded hips and belly that she would normally feel insecure about if not for Sanemi

Y/N turns her back to her phone with a small remote in hand that will take the picture, she turns arches her back to show the camera her ass, showing the pearls off to the camera, she then looks back at the camera with a pouty face before snapping the picture.

Y/N takes multiple pictures like this to show off the ass she knows her master loves so much. After she was satisfied she responded to Sanemis message with the pictures and a text that reads “but I’m lonely”

This time it doesn’t take a minute to get a response from the man “you’re going to be punished when I get home, kitten” as she read the message a wave of pleasure ran through her body. Y/N decides to take it up a notch by pressing the record button then turning back around, she sticks her ass out to the camera then runs the dildo down to her cunt. She slides it through her folds, wetting it before putting the tip inside of her “master ~ “ she purrs out just loud enough for the camera to hear.

She slides the dildo all the way inside feeling the lumps at its base, she slides it out before fucking it into her again this time hitting her g-spot making her throw her head back in pleasure.

Y/N starts up a steady rhythm fucking her cunt making sure the camera captures all of it before stoping the recording, but she doesn’t take the toy out opting to keep it in while she crawls to her phone and sends the recording to her master. As she waits for him to respond Y/N starts to slowly roll her hips against the bed making the dildo rub her deep inside. It is assaulting her g-spot so much she feels close to cumming, Y/N takes the base in hand and starts to fuck harder and faster inside until one last hard thrust and she’s cumming around the toy “FUCK MASTER” she screams as pleasure overtakes her but that doesn’t stop her as she continues to fuck the toy faster loving the overwhelming amount of pleasure she’s feeling. Y/N starts to rock her hips in time with the toy, drool slipping from her lips furthering the mess that’s became of the bedding. It doesn’t take long before she’s clamping around the toy and cumming for a second time, fluids flowing out of her fucked out cunt.

After a minute like this she gathers enough strength to get onto her knees, she picks up her phone to realize Sanemi hasn’t messaged back and that doesn’t stop her as she takes a picture of her fucked out body to send to her master. After Y/N sent the message she looks down to discover she forgot to put on her collar ‘oops if I don’t have that master will be mad’ she thinks before picking it up but before she could get it on the door to their bedroom shot open and a angry Sanemi walked in. His face was a deep red, the man has sweat dripping down his chest probably from running here and he was looking straight at her with dark lust filled eyes like she was his prey.

“you goddamn brat” he growled as he slowly walked towards the bed. The man didn’t waste any time taking the collar and putting it on her along with the leash. Sanemi pulls the leash making her sit up straighter so he can see the mess she has made of herself. The man sits in the bed beside of her then pulls the leash hard “over my lap!” he commanded in his usual rough voice. She did as she was told, laying across the man’s lap so he can have the perfect view of her ass. He played around with the tail rubbing it and tugging on it while the woman whined for more but before she knew what was happening, she felt a sharp sensation on her right asscheek that made her jump “m-master” she whined

But felt another sharp smack “kittens don’t speak” he said leaving another spank on her asscheek a moan leaves her lips as the man continues to spank her “I’m going to fucking teach you not to fuck with me at work” he says in a low voice. Sanemi stops to rub her redden cheek as he continues speaking “do you know how turned on you made me?” he asks then he leans down to whisper in her ear “you know that damned Tomioka almost saw that little video you sent me”

A shiver went down her spine at the thought of someone else seeing her like that and she accidentally rubbed her thighs together “that turn you on kitten? Someone else seeing her pretty body” he purrs as he continues to rub her cheek. Sanemi then grabs her by the hair and pulls her to look him in the eyes “safe word?” he asks

“pillars” she replies without a hint of hesitation

The man’s gaze softens for a moment “good girl” he says before pulling her off his lap and onto the hard floor. Sanemi may be a lot of things but he’s not an inconsiderate master as he throws a pillow down onto the floor for her knees to rest on.

His eyes rake her mostly naked form then to her eyes as he slowly starts to unbutton his pants to free his aching cock, it bops against his stomach. His tip angry with a deep red color and pre-cum dripping onto his hard abs. Sanemi stroked his cock as he looked over the woman in front of him, Y/Ns eyes followed his movements but knowing better than leaning in for a taste without permission “you look so fucking pretty down there lusting for my cock” he groans as he speeds up his hand.

“come here kitten” Sanemi growls making her move quickly to sit in between his thighs, he then puts the tip to Y/Ns lips “go on” he tells her. Finally with his permission she takes his dripping tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently as she enjoys his taste.

Sanemi hisses at the feeling of her greedily sucking at his tip “Fuck kitten” he moans as she takes more of his cock into her mouth until she reaches the trimmed hair at his base. Y/N looks up at the man’s face as she slowly pulls back until just the tip is in her hot mouth before sucking all of him back in. She sinks all the way back down to the base as she’s moving her tongue along the thick vein that runs along his cock.

Sanemi refuses to take his gaze away from from the woman between his thighs, watching as she takes his cock into her swollen lips before swallowing him down.

“fuck that’s enough” Sanemi moans

At his voice Y/N pulls off his angry red cock, looking up at the man in confusion but he just runs his hand through her hair “I want to cum inside you” he replies making her thighs rub together at the thought. Sanemi pats his lap commanding her to climb up which she quickly does feeling her soft body press against his solid one and slowly ruts against his cock but he grabs her hips to stop her “eager are we?” he asked in a teasing manner

Y/N quickly nobs her head and tried to roll her hips again.

“go on”

Sanemi takes his hands off of her hips letting her do as she pleases. Y/N moves until the head is barely touching her core before slowly moving down on his cock. Sanemis cock is big but thankfully she’s been prepared properly. They both gasp when he’s fully inside, Y/N grips his shoulders in a tight grip as she tries to get used to the cock that is stretching her out.

Sanemi gently runs his hands over her thighs while trying to soothe her, head resting in his shoulder “you’re doing so well for me” he whispers into ear, making her shiver.

The burning slowly started to subside making her clinch around his cock, she tested the waters and rolled her hips, making them both moan at the friction. Sanemi gripped her hips tighter as he lifted herself off him once more, he sets a steady rhythm trying to hit that spot inside her. Y/N starts to fall on his cock again but the man quickly moves his hip to slam his cock into her g-stop making Y/N throw her head back as a silent scream rips itself out of her

“you’re always so pretty like this”

Sanemi starts thrusting up into her as he slams her back down on his cock making sure to hit that spot every time, his pupils are blown with lust as he watches her full breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Y/N circles her arms around his neck, pressing them against his face.

The man growls low in his chest before pulling one of his hands away from her hips to one of her breasts, massaging it before bringing the bud up to his mouth. Sanemi flicks it with his tongue making the woman moan and clamp down on him, Sanemi moans at the feeling before taking her nipple in his mouth suckling on it gently, Y/N arches her whole body against him at the sensations making her cry out and tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

As he was still sucking her breast Sanemi slides his hand down her body to her reddened asscheek, he grabs it and spreads her open for the fingers on his other hand to tease around her hole that’s sucking the plug. Sanemi had his arms wrapped tightly around her making sure she didn’t fall while still thrusting into her.

The man gently pulled at the plug before letting her suck it back inside, teasing her and making her moan louder. This continues a few more times before Sanemi pulls the plug completely out but her cry of disappointment is cut short as he thrusted two thick fingers inside, stretching her out.

“such a horny fucking slut for me”’he moans into her breast the hot air from his mouth making her shiver, he fucked his fingers inside until he knew she was stretched enough before removing his fingers and feeling around on the bed.

Y/N felt him smile around her nipple when we found what he was looking for, the man wrapped his arm back around her, then she felt a slick cock head circling her hole teasing her, Y/N tried to thrust it inside her but the Sanemis grip on her was too strong making her whine.

“eager are we?” he asked in a mocking voice

The man took pity on her as he slowly slid the head inside making them both moan at the tight feeling, it didn’t take him long to push the dildo completely inside her, stopping so she could adjust to both cocks.

Y/N tightly wraps her arms around Sanemis neck to ground herself, eyes closed and breathing heavily. This is the most she’s ever taken at once, it hurts but she knows it will feel good soon, Sanemi rubs soothing circles in her thigh with his free hand while whispering praises into the skin of her breast, trying to distract her from the stretch.

When her breathing slows Sanemi lets go of her swollen bud and speaks in a soft voice “before we continue, tell me your safe word again, sweetheart” then peppers her skin with kisses, showing her a side of him that no one else has the pleasure to see.

“pillars”

“that’s my girl”

He looks up at her eyes soft when he sees the tears brimming her bright eyes that were so full with love and trust for him, trust that he doesn’t think he deserves. Sanemi reaches up to capture her bitten lips with his own moving his lips against hers sweetly before deepening it. tongue sliding into her mouth dancing together with hers, Sanemi groans at his taste that still lingered there.

They soon separated too soon for his taste but he couldn’t hold back any longer, cock throbbing and painfully hard at being seated inside her for so long “I’m going to move kitten” he whispers against her swollen lips

He grabs her hip with his free hand feeling how the flesh molds in his large hand making him impossibly harder, Sanemi slowly pulls her off until just the head is inside before slamming her back down causing her to cry out and holding onto him as a anchor. He repeats the motion over and over while keeping his other arm still so that every time she sinks down on his cock the fake one thrusts into her as well. The man starts a punishing pace at hearing her cries of pleasure.

Y/N pulls back slightly to see the man’s face that is contorted in pleasure, eyes shut tight and sweat dripping from his forehead. The woman leans forward and licks a drop of sweat off his face making a growl bubble up in his throat and a harsh thrust of his hips, making her choke on her own spit

“watch yourself kitten” he warns in a gravely fucked out voice

It didn’t take a few more thrusts before a fire settled in her lower stomach, his cock hitting her g-stop with every thrust and the dildo hitting spots inside her ass she didn’t think could feel this good.

Drool started sliding down from her swollen lips and eyes rolled back as she came the hardest she’s had all night, her liquids pools below them and she couldn’t tell if it was her cum or piss but at this point she couldn’t bring herself to care as her body is shaking from the overwhelming feeling and the man still thrusting into her abused cunt.

“fuck! I’m going to cum where do you want it?” he man frantically asked her

“i-inside! Please master!” she screamed out, voice breaking

“what was that kitten?!”

“you want master to breed this tight fucking cunt, huh?!”

All she could do was nod frantically, too fucked out to answer but Sanemi didn’t need her to. He lets go of the dildo opting to grab her hips in both hands and thrust up faster, chasing his own peak before he fell off it. Sanemi slammed her down fully onto his cock as he shoots his cum into her deepest parts, groaning as he finally finished after being hard for so long. Y/Ns body went limp in his arms as they tried to catch their breaths not wanting to move just yet. Sanemi petted her hair while placing comforting kisses on her forehead “that’s my good girl” he praised

“let’s move to my side of the bed before cleaning up okay?” he asks knowing she doesn’t like to be away from him after a scene opting to clean after she comes down.

Sanemi puts his hands under her still swollen ass and lifts her against his chest, she would fight him about it but she’s too tired to care letting him carry her over to the other side of their bed, his softening cock still inside her but after he lays then down he reaches behind her and starts to pull the dildo out, making her whine and tremble against his chest “shh I know baby” he soothes pulling it out as gently as possible before throwing it to the side and holding her close “you did so well for me” he whispers against her hair but the women was already asleep in his arms, Sanemi smiles down at her cute sleeping face that’s even cuter with the cat ears still attached to her messy hair. He sighs “maybe the cleaning can wait awhile” he whispers to himself not having the heart to wake her so he just tightens his arms around her and listens to her breathing before drifting off to sleep himself.

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an incubus!keigo takami appears at your house , and finds you.. intriguing?

incubus! hawks, flirting, fingering, oral , maybe a part two?

you needed some dick in your life, like, it was sad. you never really put yourself out there, not even going to a party in your spare time.

you were just stuck working at some little nine to five job, which wasnt a problem— but it was the people that worked there. other than that, the pay and job were decent. you just sometimes you had someone to come home to, y’know?

all of that immediately goes away when your keys jingle to figure which one goes into the apartment you owned, your feet screaming in happiness’s that you can finally get off of them. your stomach rumbled, finally being able to get food with its department.

you kick the door behind you shut, the apartment was a little bit more colder than usual.. but its not like it matter too much, you liked it that way, otherwise you think bugs are crawling on you when its too hot. you find your way to your bed , you don’t necessarily remember making up your bed. all you do remember is that you were five minutes behind and your boss was going to kill you— which he didnt.

you didnt care enough to think about it, but it was cold. you sigh, your feet subconsciously trying to find all the cold spots in the bed and a satisfied sigh escapes your lips. the room starts to get a little bit colder, not to where you were shivering.. at least, not yet.

“long day, huh?”

you snap your eyes open, jumping back and grabbing the butcher knife underneath the furthest pillow and aiming it at the man. he chuckles, it being echoed throughout the room. he puts a hand up, feigning peace and not harm.

“im not here to hurt ya, girly—“

“how the fuck did you get in?” you ask sharp as the knife, heart racing and adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“oh, youre a feisty one, arent’cha?” he chuckles again, standing from his crouch and the his wings twitch. “well, i didn’t necessarily break in..”

you aim the knife at him still. “so how did you get in, and whats your name?” you growl, still backing yourself into the corner of the bed. “because no one let you in, thats for sure.”

“welll..” he rubs his chin, “would you believe if i was sent here for you?” he asks, a lazy smirk on his face.

you blink once, twice, three times, and you throw the knife at him— just for the dirty blond to vanish in thin air and across the other side of the room. the knife lodged itself into the wall, now your going to have to pay more for damages.

“that wasnt nice, sweetpea.” he chuckles, looking at the knife and whistles. “youve got a nice throwing arm, ill say.”

“i also have a mean ass right hook— who the fuck are you?” you snap to him, only getting another chuckle and it irritates you.

“and why would i tell you that when you haven’t earned that right?” he coos, standing to the edge of the bed and folds his arms. “gonna have to earn that.”

“well then, what are you? because you damn sure ain’t human.” you point at him, pulling the knife from the wall and fingers glide over the hole. fuck, how are you going to fix this?

“i can be whatever you want me to be,” he says, getting a little closer.

“anything i want you to be?” you deadpan, like you heard he claps with shit in his hands. you raise an eyebrow, heart racing still.

“anything you want,” he repeats, starting again. “i can be.. your boss,” he says, a snap of his fingers, he looks exactly like your boss from work, a terrible thought that he was in your room. “i can be yer’ stepdaddy..” he chuckles, a snap of your fingers, a man you’ve probably never seen before. “but you dont have one, do you? thats fine.” he chuckles, a snap of his fingers once again, back to the dirty blonde and a stubble. “just depends on the kind of nasty you are.”

“are you some kind of shape shifting demon?” you ask, and you watch him get close enough to loom over you.

“i mean.. youre not far off from it.” he shrugs, a hand snaking to your hip and you watch his hand. “alot of incubus’s can shape shift.”

“an incubus.. huh?” you pull yourself away, and you take a couple steps back. “and.. you were sent here,” you point to yourself. “for me?”

“i sure was.” he confirms, a licks of his lips. “you havent been with someone in a long time, havent you?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“well, you should know the answer to that. since you just said i dont have a step dad for you to act as.” you snark back at him, shielding yourself from him.

he scoffs into a chuckle. “youre funny, kid.” he says, looking to you and he knows you feel it..

arousal, anxiety, tension in your body from him just talking to you. but he cant tell if thats his doing, or if thats your doing.

“so..” you start, trailing off and you lid your eyes, a lazy smirk on yours just enough to match his own. “what happens now? you take me and then i perish?”

“thats.. not how that works, but okay,” he blows air from his mouth, shocked and a little offended that you think thats how it works with incubi and succubi. “you get to decide what i do with you, and then ill do it—“

“and then i die?—“

“—shut your mouth, let me explain.” he says, a little annoyed but he can make it work. he sighs, a hand on your shoulder from the back- how he got there without you knowing was beyond you. “you wont die, nothing else happens, other than me leaving.”

you move back to the bed, knees to your chest and you can feel his eyes on your body. “doesnt it matter if you fuck someone and then come inside them?”

he raises an eyebrow, as if you asked if he was a liar.

“like.. if a sex demon fucks a human and comes inside them, what happens after that?”

“essentially, nothing.” he says, arms folded and hes trying to get close again. “if me, as a incubus decided to come inside of you..” he points his finger into your forehead and gets close to your ear. “it just means we become mates bounded.” he whispered, a hand getting hair from your face.

“hm.” you say, moving your head to the side and you look at him. “if youre sent here for me, then do as you wish.”

he pauses, a scoff and then a shake of his head. “thats not how that works, hon.” he reminds, a hand on your thigh and it slowly moves up. “i only will do what you want me to do, not the other way ‘round.”

“so if i told you all i wanted were fingers inside of me, youd do it?” you ask, spreading your legs apart and he watches, a deep breath from his lips and he shivers a little.

he pulls his lip back with his teeth, a quick look to you and all he sees is you, and his fingers slip underneath your panties. “only if you want me to.” he closes his eyes, leaning in for his lips to press onto yours..

just for you to pull away and make himself look like a fool, “gotta earn that, incubus.” you giggle seductively, a soft moan coming from your throat and he looks deep into you. his fingertip flicks at your clit.

“gotta earn it, huh?” he repeats, spreading your legs wider and getting his head in between them. “lets see how sweet you are to me to see if you deserve my name.” he whispers, keeping his eyes on your face as he sticks his tongue flat, licking up your clit.

you jump a little, a moan rippling through your throat as he suckles soft on your clit, fingers plunging into your dripping wet cunt. your fingers get tangled in his hair, tugging when he flicks your pink bud just right.

he groans, his eyes rolling back just a second and then closing. his hands grip the flesh of your hips, and he mumbles. “so fuckin wet ‘nd sweet..”

his hips buck, his groin bumping the bed of yours and his head digs into your pussy. “h’ oh.. oh god..” you squeak out, eyes crossing from the overstim and pleasure. that such sensitive part of your clit and you try to close your legs, but he pushes them apart. “fuck..im gonna come.”

he groans, adding a second finger into your sloppiness. “go on ahead, kid.. come on my face.” he grunts, pressing his fingers into your cervix and then pauses, kissing your clit as you quiver in his palms. he watches your folds twitch, a sticky translucent white oozing from you. “fuck, thats sexy.”

you collect your breath, opening your eyes to look down to him, and he chuckles. “so fuckin cute when youve just came in my mouth.” he whispers, poking your forehead and it all goes black.

you flutter your eyes open, staring at your ceiling fan whirl and you lean up. what even happened last night? youre not too sure.

oh, thats right.. a sex demon ate your pussy and fingered it at the same time. and yet, you dont even know his.. its? or their name? you didnt know if they go by that. but you stand, patting for your phone.

eleven sixteen, you were off today, luckily.

you head to the bathroom, opening the door and its so damn foggy.. did the demon take a shower or something? no.. its not steam, just.. fog.

you look around, and shiver. its fucking cold in here, and you look in the mirror. theres some kind of writing, but you cant see it through the fog.

you turn the bathroom fan on, watching the fog clear up and you can finally read it legitimately.

‘call me keigo, see you soon.’

since he found you intriguing for him, he’s coming back for more.. and he knows it’s wrong, but he feels something that he hasnt in a long time for himself.

what was more to you that he didnt know?

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shinsou has one of the leakiest cocks I just know it

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posted now! i had to edit and change it to step sibling, because originally i wrote it as half but all written and posted now ♡

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: step brother denki kaminari x chubby reader (implied ending: + eijiro kirishima)

summary: you were twenty when you met denki, he was twenty two. you met when your families became one and your parents started dating each other. your brother's thoughts are anything but pure.

word count: 3.0k

a/n: *sighs dreamily* big brother denki <3 !! i hope you all enjoy this! please check the warnings before reading!

content warnings: pseudo/step siblings, somno, dubcon, virgin reader, naive reader, praise kink, smut, use of "brother, sister, nii-san, imoto/imoto-chan", grinding/dry humping, dumbification, unprotected sex - mdni / +18

big brother denki who takes advantage of you and shares you with his friends... it's not like you both share the same parents so its fine right? you met when you were all grown up, so it's fine right? you're step siblings, your parent married his so it's fair game in his eyes to crept into your room late at night and take your virginity. it's not like you'd ever say anything, you love your nii-san.

but the thing about your nii-san is he can be mean, he likes being mean to you because it means you'll give him your attention and that means you won't be giving your attention to anyone else. he isn't a jealous person by any means but if you give attention to someone else then that's less time with him.

you didn't find out about each others existence until university where you found out your dad had fell in love with another woman after your mum leaving. the day you found out your life was uprooted and you moved away with your dad to live with this woman and your new brother. apparently the two were high school sweethearts that never fully got over each other and reconnected at a school reunion keeping contact until making it official and moving in. denki would say things like 'if only we got introduced to each other before you were twenty.' denki missed out so many years with you, of course he would want to make up all that time now- bonding. precious time with his precious sister.

the first time denki ever touched you it seemed innocent for you but for him it was building up for sometime until he couldn't wait anymore. you stepped out of the shower, a fluffy white towel wrapped around you, opening the door into the hallway so you can go into your room but as you go into the hallway you meet denki in your path, he doesn't move out of your way or even try to hide how he looks at you with hungry eyes but you don't notice. "whoops, be careful imoto-chan you've nearly dropped your towel." you haven't though. it's carefully wrapped around you. however denki grabs the end of your towel that's already safely folded together and rewraps it, the feeling of your soft wet skin against his hands making him have to hid a groan. oh how we wishes to pull you back into the bathroom and push you against the shower wall, asking you to help him shower and wash his hair.

the second time he touched you was under the kitchen table. while eating dinner with your dad and your stepmum he 'rested' his palm on your doughy thigh. it's your fault for wearing such a short skirt. he'll smile and make jokes with the family, the whole time rubbing his hands all over you. squeezing your thighs between his fingers when you say something, he hides his smirk from the family when he hears your breath hitch and voice stutter when you reply to his mum.

when the third time happens he knows he's pushing his luck, he knows you're not that naive but in his eyes he might as well go for it, he's too far gone to stop now. you're home alone together and you're about to start watching a movie, before you can sit down on the sofa denki grabs hold of your wide hips and pulls you onto his lap. at the sudden movement you flail around and try to get up, while complaining that you might be heavy. "oh come on imoto, you're being ridiculous, you're not heavy. don't leave, having you on me is comfortable and warm, please." denki pleads with you, keeping his tone light and jokingly whiny, he knows if he pushes the right buttons you'll relent and that's exactly what you do.

you relax in his arms and get comfy. "okay," you mumble.

"good girl," denki praises you in a deeper voice than normal. enjoying the way his teasing remark left you with a shudder that you tried to hide, albeit unsuccessfully. 'my sisters got a praise kink that's good to know,' he files that in his brain to remember for later and holds onto you a bit tighter. denki's grip on your tummy and his caressing of your skin increases the longer you stayed on his lap. he would even go as far as to lightly pinch your plush thighs causing you to have to bite your lip to stop him hearing you whimper. the caressing would move his hands everywhere, after a while moving up to you breasts. this whole time you're staying silent. like a good girl. it's impossible to stop from gasping as he brushes against your nipple. denki smirks, he plays it off, pretending not to know what's happening, "are you okay imoto-chan?" you rapidly nod your head and hum. denki continues his actions.

you stay as silent as you can, whimpering quietly as he starts to flick your nipples. the louder you get he takes his hands of you, you don't even realise you whine softly at the loss of his touch. luckily you don't have to wait long for him to touch you again. denki grabs hold of your soft waist and rocks you against him. he's been hard as soon as he felt you on top of him and he rocks your body against his thighs. you try and ignore how wet you are and how sticky your underwear is becoming but as he moves you how he pleases your clit grazes along his jeans. nothing is in your head, maybe you should be thinking about how wrong this is or something like that but the pleasure is so overwhelming it's all you can feel. every time you feel his hard dick against you heat rushes to your face more and more.

denki can tell you're going to cum, your arms are moving, swaying and fidgeting, you're getting louder and louder and you body is becoming even more limp than it already is. he could stop you from cumming, it would be easy, but he wants to butter you up, not wanting to risk you never coming back to him and denying him. "let go gorgeous, be a good girl for your nii-san and cum for me," he instructs you and you listen. your body shakes and you moan loudly. you've never so hard in your life, the aftermath leaving you completely more boneless and brainless than you already was beforehand. you don't get any respite though, straight after cumming denki is already moving you again, chasing his own orgasm. you're sensitive but denki doesn't really care, you can put up with it. when he cums he grunts, the most noise he's made the whole time, his grip on your waist tightens so hard it'll definitely leave bruises, "fuck, f-fuck, well done imoto-chan you were amazing." he kisses your shoulder blade and your cheeks get hot at the compliment.

he turns his attention back to the tv like nothing has just happened. the cum all over his boxers are sticky and drying definitely leaving him uncomfortable but he doesn't want to do anything to spook you. if he goes to get changed you'll be alone and then you might think about how wrong it all was but if you're still sitting on his lap denki can gently stroke your skin and keep you compliant for him. if he did move when he comes back there's a chance that you wouldn't sit on his lap anymore. you're a bit confused to why he's not saying anything to you or moving, he's just watching the telly but you decide to do the same.

the next time he ups the ante. he knows you'll let him do whatever he wants to do and he takes advantage of that. it's late at night, everyone's asleep, you've got work tomorrow and you've been tasked to train a new employee. you've taken some sleeping tablets before bed to help you get to sleep at a reasonable time and to get a good night's sleep, you can't afford to not be at you're very best tomorrow.

denki doesn't care about that though, why should he? you could be fired for all he cared about, if anything that just means you'd seek him out for comfort and support. your big brother has the means to financially support you anyway if that's what you want.

fucking you will be easier than he thought. taking your virginity will be easier than he thought. with those added sleeping pills you might be able to sleep through the whole thing, if not at least at the beginning when after he'll be able to muffle your noises easily when he notices you stirring awake.

annoyingly though you've somehow twisted yourself around your cover, almost like a cocoon, it's annoying but he still grins at how cute his little sister looks.

he's careful as he rolls your body so he can peel off your cover that's hiding your beautiful body that never leaves his mind. your soft body makes him drool when he gets to see you. climbing onto the bed and hovering over you he gently pulls your pyjamas bottoms down, not wanting to wake you up. his hand is already itching to touch your pussy but he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't get your top of beforehand, knowing he'd get too caught up to do it. denki throws your pyjama bottoms on the floor next to the bed and then pulls up your top, your breasts almost hypnotising him. last time on the sofa he touched your breasts but actually seeing them? you look so soft.

one of his hands goes to your breast and the other goes lower to your thighs. denki gropes you, he groans as his fingers sink into you, your full breasts spilling in between his fingers. he pushes your thighs open to finally get a look at you and practically salivates. even though he hasn't touched you you're already wet and it sends his mind into a million ideas and possibilities. were you touching yourself before bed? are you having a wet dream? was it because he fondled your breast for a minute? 'my cute virgin little sister getting wet is so... adorably hot. even more so if it's because i touched her for thirty seconds. how cute.'

denki knows you're a virgin, even though you're in your twenties you've never had a boyfriend, you've never brought anyone home. even though he's older than you it's only by two years, and that means you were both at the same university, it's how he also knows that no one took an interest in you. you were happy in your little bubble, you never wanted to get into a relationship, you were happy with your hobbies and your studies. he can't wait to ruin you.

he's not going to take his time, he's not going to be patient anymore. he pulls down his shorts, his dick's already hard and slaps against his abdomen, precum dribbling out. he doesn't actually want to hurt his sweet sister so he's careful and gentle as he pushes into you slowly. a groan escapes him as he feels your velvet walls wrapped tightly around him, two of his fingers go to your clit and circles your nub, he doesn't put a lot of pressure or even effort in his motion but it's enough to relax your muscles. denki kisses your cheek as he sees some blood dripping out of you and rocks his hips into you at a steady pace, savouring this night and making sure to cement it into his memory.

you do wake up in the end, near when denki is close to climax. your eyes widen and you go to scream. denki could see that you're beginning to wake up by how you're starting to move more as you open your mouth he covers it with his hand. he still hasn't stopped moving, his dick twitches- he's excited that you've woken up. "shh, sssh, it's okay my sweet imoto-chan, everything's okay. it's just me beautiful, i'm just making you feel good." he whispers in your ear, trying to calm you down. you shake your head and tears start to fill your waterline. he doesn't like that, you're supposed to be his good girl. with his other hand he goes to stroke your cheek and shushes you again, "don't worry sweetheart, i promise everything will be fine. if you be a good girl i'll take my hand off you, okay?" you don't move for a second, thinking it over before nodding your head. denki smiles and kisses your cheek, "good girl." he takes his hand away from you.

"t-this is wrong nii-san," you say through whimpers and sniffles, it just makes his dick harder.

"don't be silly baby, this isn't wrong. i'm your big brother, i know what's best for you."

"but-"

"no," denki cuts you off firmly and thrusts back into you harshly, your body bouncing along the bed. denki doesn't take his eyes off of yours even when your tits bounce heavily with that particularly hard push into you. "this is just like what happened when we watched that film together, okay? don't think about it or worry your pretty little head about it, let your big brother look after you."

'it's such a shame not being able to cum in my sweet sister. all because about what would our parents say if they ever found out. it's not like we're actually blood siblings... i bet she'd look so cute with my cum spilling out of her.' he grips hold of your hips, crescent moon shape imprints from his nails left on your skin as he cums with a groan, pulling out of you in the last second and covering your thighs. denki kisses your face all over, leaving little nips and playful bites to your jaw while praising. "you were perfect imoto-chan, such a good girl. made just for me."

eijiro said one sentence to him. just one. but it was enough for his imagination and fantasies to go wild. one offhanded comment when talking about katsuki's attractive cousin. "your sister's hot too." denki's head whipped round to look at him. he thinks you're hot? he can work with this.

"would you ever want to fuck her?" he asks kirishima, one of his best friends, casually, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

it was time for kirishima's turn of fantasising after being asked that, "i don't think that's something i should be thinkin-"

"but would you, i think you do, i just wanna make sure."

"...well... yeah... sorry bro, but i know that's really weird to hear, it's not like she's been your sister since you were kids, your mum only married her dad a few years ago but i'm sure you still probably don't want to hear about how much i like her." kirishima's admits guiltily, his face red.

"she is hot, isn't she?" denki replies simply.

"huh?" kirishima think's his brain malfunctions, thinking that he's not heard him correctly.

denki makes direct eye contact with eijiro and grins widely, "she's super hot."

the heaters turned on for the winter season and you're huddled up with a blanket on the sofa, watching tv, when you hear the front door open and close rather loudly. you hear footsteps and two figures appear in your eyesight, coming to stand in the living room to talk to you. you've never seen the person who's standing next to your brother before. you have actually seen him before but only in passing, kirishima has been friends with your brother for years, for a lot of those passing years he had black hair so everything makes sense for you to not know him.

"this is kirishima, imoto. he was telling me about how pretty he thinks you are." denki tells you with a smirk on his face, he says it nonchalantly but you have a feeling there's something more to this. you normally don't pick up on things like this but your nii-san likes sleeping in your bed and sitting next to you at dinner, he likes watching tv with you and always look over your shoulder when you're texting. you know that your nii-san likes that he's the most important person to you so it doesn't make sense for him to introduce you to his friend. you've seen in films that whenever someone introduces someone like that it's them hinting at a romantic connection they want to form so you don't understand why your nii-san would want that- doesn't he love you?

you don't realise that you pout, denki does though, it makes him almost giddy. "i wanna show kirishima what a good girl my sweet sister is."

"what?" you reply back, your mouth slightly dry. every time denki calls you a good girl it makes you wet, every time. it makes your cheeks hot and it makes you flustered. even in someone else's presences it's having that effect.

denki chuckles at your obliviousness and kirishima smiles at you softly. "let's show him okay?" you don't have time to be confused because denki closes the distance between the two of you and swoops in to kiss you, interlacing your fingers with his. your mind goes blank as you feel his lips on yours and smell his citrusy cologne. he pulls away from you too quickly for your liking and grins. "you'll be a good girl for the both of us won't you? you'll be good for your nii-san." you nod your head dumbly, eyes glazed. denki kisses your forehead and motions for eijiro to come closer, he doesn't hesitate for a second.

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soulmate hanta who is completely oblivious that it's almost shocking. the way you skirt around the subject of soulmates whenever someone brings it up, while nervous and looking everywhere that isn't in his direction.

you think you've been careful, you think you've tried to not put hanta in a difficult position and people do let the topic go when you try to avoid it. they don't think your soulmate is hanta but they know something is up.

hanta doesn't. for someone who spends all his time with you, thinks about you all the time, and always pays attention to the little things you do he doesn't notice something is up about the topic of soulmates. you act like he acts around the subject so it doesn't weigh on his mind at all.

soulmate hanta used to get asked a lot about his soulmate. denki whining about how he hasn't found his soulmate yet. "i know they're out there somewhere! it just sucks that i haven't found them yet! aren't you in the same boat? loads of people have already found their soulmates or are uploading pictures online trying to find them! there's a whole reddit page dedicated to it, it's so frustrating."

"i don't care about my soulmate," he responded flatly and kaminari looks at him like he's grown two heads.

one day in your second year of ua iida and hatsume walk around campus stuck together, glued to the hip. it seemed super out of character for him. he didn't even tell anyone he found his soulmate, not until the following week where asai asked about why he was spending so much time together with her. hanta regrets being in the room when that happens. "she's my soulmate."

"what?" midoriya looks so excited for him. "so many people have found their soulmate now! there's not many people that haven't, i'm so happy for you iida. speaking of soulmates how are you and uraraka tsu? you found each other before i found todoroki and before most people found there soulmate."

he drowns out her answer but when hearing his name he's back to paying attention, that is, before hearing the full question and wishing he was anywhere else. "sero you still haven't found your soulmate right? i'm sure you will soon."

"thanks midoriya but i'm not interested in meeting my soulmate." his phone is face up on the table, it beeps and he sees a text from you, his whole face lights up. they all see your name flash on his phone, a photo of you and him on his background, they never bring up his soulmate again.

in your third year of ua mina comes bounding into the dorm shouting about how she's found her soulmate. "i've never even really spoken to yui before but i've always thought she was pretty and her quirk is so cool! sero have you posted a photo of your mark online? you never know if someone will come across it and it'll be you introducing yourself or they'll recognise their handwriting."

"even if i did find my soulmate it wouldn't matter." she's about to ask what you mean but you walk into the room, his eyes trail yours with fondness she's never seen in his before and drops the subject.

people don't ask him questions anymore. he doesn't care about his soulmate because he has you.

soulmate hanta who, even though he doesn't get asked about by his friends anymore, still has to see online articles and speculation from fans all over social media. 'have the famous ua alumni war heroes found their soulmates?' 'i'm still holding out hope that me and cellaphane are soulmates !!!!' 'cellaphane and froppy spotted together out of their hero suits.'

after reading the headline, 'PROOF that reveals pro hero cellaphane's soulmate,' he made sure to never enter that restaurant in the thumbnail with you again. the whole article is full of photos taken by fans and paparazzi of the two of you. there's a lot of them but it makes sense to him with how much time you spend together. there's more regular photos like you two on patrol or walking down carpets together on your way into the entrances to a gala and some not so regular ones that fans have taken without either of your knowledge or consent but that's one of the cons about being a hero.

there's a photo taken at the cinema when you went to see the new studio ghibli film the boy and and the heron. you can tell it's the two of you even though it's dark, his elbows and your hair gives it away. you're leaning against him and sharing popcorn, his arm resting on the armrest.

there's a photo of his tape wrapped around your hand, while you're both grinning, it was christmastime and you were shopping, you couldn't find any tape so he said he'd give you some of his.

there's a blurry photo taken of the two of you in a small cafe, it looks like it was taken in a hurry. you and hanta are sitting across from each other at a table and you've got your mouth open, hanta's leaning forward with a fork, going to feed you some of his food.

there's dozens of photos and it just makes him want to be more careful when going out in public with disguises.

'PROOF that reveals pro hero cellaphane's soulmate.' hanta wishes that was true.

he looked at the first comment but clicked off when it was someone talking about how you're 'couple goals,' the amount of likes on that comment was astonishingly high for two words.

soulmate hanta doesn't care if people see his soulmate mark, he doesn't even think about so when he lifts up his jumper and his shirt lifts up as well during games night bakugou scowls.

he doesn't remember random words and sentences his friends said to each other nearly a decade ago now. but this. he knows this. on hanta's hip, in your handwriting, is his soulmate mark.

bakugou knows your writing well, he made you study. he'd put a timer on his phone and you'd sit together studying until the timer ran out, he'd talk you through anything you didn't know and understand. he'd snatch your paper out of your hand after it got graded and read everything you wrote. bakugou is one of the reasons you passed your classes, he's probably the only reason you passed your classes. that's why he knows that's your handwriting and seeing that it's your handwriting just pisses him off.

'why the hell is soy sauce face always looking at her like that if she's his soulmate and they're destined together.'

someone else could think that they're together but just haven't announced it to the public but bakugou knows that isn't true. he knows you're single, he's a hundred percent sure you are. it's true that something is definitely up about your soulmate situation and now he's got a clue of what that might be but whenever he makes a comment about how being single is good for his career because he can focus more on being number one you agree with the same sentiment.

'does that mean she rejected him? i don't know about that. would someone spend that much time with someone they rejected? what if they never realised. no that doesn't seem possible.'

"yo bakugou, you good? you're just kind of staring at sero with daggers in your eyes." kirishima asks noticing that bakugou hasn't taken his off of sero for awhile.

bakugou is straightforward, he's honest, he speaks his mind, he cares about his friend even if the public doesn't understand that. he gives his friends nicknames that people don't understand, even though he's the number one hero he still get's backlash for that. even with the backlash the nicknames stay the same, his first two friends at ua still get called 'shitty hair' and 'shitty women', he still calls denki 'dunce face', jirou 'ears' but he cares about them all.

all that caring is amplified when it's comes to you and you're involved, he's protective of you- emotionally. ever since he's met you you've been competing on who's better, you're the number ten hero always saying that you'll take his place soon, he knows you can handle yourself but when it comes to emotion- he worries. without him would you be friends with all the people you are now? you were worse at making connections with people than bakugou was and that's saying something, all because you were so quiet and worried about your soulmate situation.

he knows there's speculation that you're his soulmate but you both ignore it, he doesn't love you, at least romantically. it's definitely an emotion he can't put his finger on though, he guesses it's likely brotherly love but he's an only child so he can't be sure about that.

"why the hell do you act all lovesick all the time when your soulmate is spending everyday with you?"

hanta's mind goes blank. what the hell is he talking about? "huh, i- what?"

bakugou tuts, 'why is he acting like he doesn't know?' "i'm not a fucking idiot. shitty women's handwriting is on your hip."

hanta's eyebrows furrow, "i think i'd know if one of my best friends was my soulmate bakugou. this isn't her writing."

"holy fuck, you are an idiot. i've spent enough time studying with her to know."

"you obviously didn't if you think that." hanta retorts. 'there's just no way that's her writing.' he hasn't actually seen your handwriting that much and certainly not in recent years. it's one of the things he hasn't committed to memory about you but he knows for a fact that's not your handwriting. 'wait was does my soulmate mark even say?' he doesn't remember, he hasn't properly looked at it for so long now.

hanta lifts up his top again to read what it says, tilting his head trying to read it upside down. bakugou answers his silent request knowing that he wouldn't have asked and tells him what is says.

"i don't remember hearing 'thanks sero, you were great too,' but... wait, that... that does look a bit like her handwriting." he stares at the mark, trying to think back.

"yeah, plain face that's because it is." bakugou crosses his arms and looks at him annoyed.

soulmate hanta thinks everything bakugou just said to him through. "hold up," hanta lets go of his top again letting it drop down and moves around the all the furniture to go into a back room. he's so glad this game night is taking place at his. he leaves without anymore explanation and starts rummaging around in his spare room where he keeps things from the past, from ua and before that.

in one of the cardboard boxes at the back is notes from you that he's kept. they weren't meaningful or particularly very sentimental but they were notes you passed him in class. you sat far away from each other and would do mad libs and hangman. he didn't focus on the way you wrote each singular letter at the time.

you'd give him notes that said things like '6 letters. clue: current annoyance' he was able to win that fairly easy. after winning, writing back 'is mineta a current annoyance if you're always annoyed at him?'

you'd pass back a note for him that read, 'write me back: celebrity name, colour, adjective, object, colour, emotion, animal! after class - if you can read the completed filled in sentence without laughing or smiling you get to choose the film for tonight' it was always hard for him not to laugh or smile, especially when he had to say things like "hawks always wanted an orange handsome dildo-" he couldn't keep it in and grinned after that, you ended up choosing the film.

hanta can't pinpoint the exact moment he started to crumple up the paper, holding it tightly in his hand. he's figured it out, that's your handwriting! he clutches onto his shirt and takes deep breathes. he has to tell you! you have to know! you're meant to be together the proof is right in front of him, the proof is forever marked into his skin. it'll be a shock to you and he knows it's probably not the best to spring it on you but you have to know.

leaving all the notes scattered across the floor he quickly gets up to talk to everyone. "bakugou's right!" bakugou rolls his eyes at that. "i-i can't believe she's actually my soulmate. i have to go."

"wait what, go where?" kirishima questions. kaminari overlaps him, at the same time congratulating him.

"she's not on duty tonight, i have to tell her!" no one really has a proper chance to respond before he's already left.

"should we leave?" kirishima looks around the room.

"nah, we've already opened our drinks and booted up the tv. we'll go later." kaminari picks up his beer.

soulmate hanta who rushes over to where you live, banging on the front door loudly. you wonder who's knocking at such an hour and so noisily at that. it's not abnormal for hanta to come by but he's with the guys tonight and he doesn't knock like this, he usually knocks the same pattern which he refers to as his own chime of a doorbell. you open the door and you're surprised to see hanta, looking at you... strangely? "oh, hanta! i wasn't expecting you. weren't you supposed to be hosting games night tonight? is everything okay?"

hanta doesn't answer the question and instead asks, "can i come in?" he says in a low voice and licks his lips, wetting them. your eyes quickly glance at the movement before looking back up at his almond eyes. you move to the side for him to come in and shut the door behind him. you don't think something's wrong, at least it doesn't look like something's wrong by the way he's looking at you and his posture. he's looking at you for a second before pacing around the room, you don't press him on anything you just stand where you are and wait for whatever he needs. he stops his pacing and turns back to you, the intense look in his eye almost makes you want to squirm out of embarrassment for being seen that much. "i need to tell you something."

"okay," you respond, prolonging the end of the word. you're confused.

"we're soulmate!" hanta almost shouts at you. with knitted eyebrows and a bewildered expression you repeat okay. "w-w-what do you mean okay?" didn't you just hear me?" hanta's in disbelief and he scans your face.

"i mean... i heard you but i don't know why you're telling me something we both know." you don't even have time to feel anything other than puzzled. this situation should be making you feel heavyhearted or heartbroken but instead it's just filled with questions of 'why is he bringing this up? we already know this.'

hanta splutters, "why are you acting like you already know this?"

your mind goes blank.

"what?" you whisper, your mouth is dry and your limbs feel heavy. ''why is he acting like this? he doesn't seem drunk or high. is he being controlled by someone? there's no way he'd be this cruel.' you open your mouth breathing softly and you're finding it hard to keep your breathing steady. "why are you being like this hanta? it's cruel." your voice is even quieter than it was.

hanta's eyes soften as he sees you and goes to reach out to you before stopping himself. "i'm not trying to be cruel, i'm just trying to understand what you're saying. i've just found out you're my soulmate and i needed you to know... but... but you're acting... you're saying that you already know. i don't understand why you've kept it a secret."

you blink slowly, trying to process everything hanta's just told you. "what do you mean that you just found out? i haven't kept anything a secret. i knew from the very beginning we met. you tripped over my bag and praised me after a practical lesson. did you really forget?"

soulmate hanta's eyes widen. "forget?! i didn't even know. you really think i'd forget the woman i've been in love with since i saw her is my soulmate."

you have questions but all you can focus on is, "you love me?" you ask- softly. shyly.

hanta goes bright red. "w-well yeah, of course i do." you giggle and he smiles affectionately at you, he loves hearing you laugh especially when he's the one getting you to do it.

"i love you too," you let him know sweetly.

hanta grins, "really?"

you hum and nod your head. "did you really not know?" hanta shakes his head. "how did you find out in the end though?"

hanta rubs the back of his neck and appears guilty as he responds, "oh, that... well, it was bakugou. he saw my mark and knew it was your writing."

you pout at him, "god, you didn't even realise yourself." hanta chuckles nervously. "what am i going to do with you hey? my oblivious soulmate." you wrap your arms around him and hug him, your face on his chest, gazing up to make eye contact.

soulmate hanta grins when he hears you call him your soulmate and reciprocates the hug, holding onto you and squeezing lightly for a second. "i can't imagine what it must of felt like for you, i'm sorry. all those wasted years we could of had together if only i connected the dots better. i promise i'll make it up to you."

there's plenty of time to talk about your feelings, to express to him how you felt rejected. there's your whole life for that but right now there's something better. "oh, how are you going to make it up to me?" you say teasingly and smirk.

hanta chuckles loudly and grins, "what do you have in mind?" one of his hands that was holding you sneaks in under your top. neither of you have ever done this before but soulmates are made for each other, you'll know each other's body better than you know your own because, at the end of the day, you're meant to be.

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my soulmate hanta au stuff is finished so get ready for some degenerate denki fic in the next day or so

(the people have spoken and it seems like the majority want step sibling denki so i have to make a few changes)

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soulmate hanta who is completely oblivious that it's almost shocking. the way you skirt around the subject of soulmates whenever someone brings it up, while nervous and looking everywhere that isn't in his direction.

you think you've been careful, you think you've tried to not put hanta in a difficult position and people do let the topic go when you try to avoid it. they don't think your soulmate is hanta but they know something is up.

hanta doesn't. for someone who spends all his time with you, thinks about you all the time, and always pays attention to the little things you do he doesn't notice something is up about the topic of soulmates. you act like he acts around the subject so it doesn't weigh on his mind at all.

soulmate hanta used to get asked a lot about his soulmate. denki whining about how he hasn't found his soulmate yet. "i know they're out there somewhere! it just sucks that i haven't found them yet! aren't you in the same boat? loads of people have already found their soulmates or are uploading pictures online trying to find them! there's a whole reddit page dedicated to it, it's so frustrating."

"i don't care about my soulmate," he responded flatly and kaminari looks at him like he's grown two heads.

one day in your second year of ua iida and hatsume walk around campus stuck together, glued to the hip. it seemed super out of character for him. he didn't even tell anyone he found his soulmate, not until the following week where asai asked about why he was spending so much time together with her. hanta regrets being in the room when that happens. "she's my soulmate."

"what?" midoriya looks so excited for him. "so many people have found their soulmate now! there's not many people that haven't, i'm so happy for you iida. speaking of soulmates how are you and uraraka tsu? you found each other before i found todoroki and before most people found there soulmate."

he drowns out her answer but when hearing his name he's back to paying attention, that is, before hearing the full question and wishing he was anywhere else. "sero you still haven't found your soulmate right? i'm sure you will soon."

"thanks midoriya but i'm not interested in meeting my soulmate." his phone is face up on the table, it beeps and he sees a text from you, his whole face lights up. they all see your name flash on his phone, a photo of you and him on his background, they never bring up his soulmate again.

in your third year of ua mina comes bounding into the dorm shouting about how she's found her soulmate. "i've never even really spoken to yui before but i've always thought she was pretty and her quirk is so cool! sero have you posted a photo of your mark online? you never know if someone will come across it and it'll be you introducing yourself or they'll recognise their handwriting."

"even if i did find my soulmate it wouldn't matter." she's about to ask what you mean but you walk into the room, his eyes trail yours with fondness she's never seen in his before and drops the subject.

people don't ask him questions anymore. he doesn't care about his soulmate because he has you.

soulmate hanta who, even though he doesn't get asked about by his friends anymore, still has to see online articles and speculation from fans all over social media. 'have the famous ua alumni war heroes found their soulmates?' 'i'm still holding out hope that me and cellaphane are soulmates !!!!' 'cellaphane and froppy spotted together out of their hero suits.'

after reading the headline, 'PROOF that reveals pro hero cellaphane's soulmate,' he made sure to never enter that restaurant in the thumbnail with you again. the whole article is full of photos taken by fans and paparazzi of the two of you. there's a lot of them but it makes sense to him with how much time you spend together. there's more regular photos like you two on patrol or walking down carpets together on your way into the entrances to a gala and some not so regular ones that fans have taken without either of your knowledge or consent but that's one of the cons about being a hero.

there's a photo taken at the cinema when you went to see the new studio ghibli film the boy and and the heron. you can tell it's the two of you even though it's dark, his elbows and your hair gives it away. you're leaning against him and sharing popcorn, his arm resting on the armrest.

there's a photo of his tape wrapped around your hand, while you're both grinning, it was christmastime and you were shopping, you couldn't find any tape so he said he'd give you some of his.

there's a blurry photo taken of the two of you in a small cafe, it looks like it was taken in a hurry. you and hanta are sitting across from each other at a table and you've got your mouth open, hanta's leaning forward with a fork, going to feed you some of his food.

there's dozens of photos and it just makes him want to be more careful when going out in public with disguises.

'PROOF that reveals pro hero cellaphane's soulmate.' hanta wishes that was true.

he looked at the first comment but clicked off when it was someone talking about how you're 'couple goals,' the amount of likes on that comment was astonishingly high for two words.

soulmate hanta doesn't care if people see his soulmate mark, he doesn't even think about so when he lifts up his jumper and his shirt lifts up as well during games night bakugou scowls.

he doesn't remember random words and sentences his friends said to each other nearly a decade ago now. but this. he knows this. on hanta's hip, in your handwriting, is his soulmate mark.

bakugou knows your writing well, he made you study. he'd put a timer on his phone and you'd sit together studying until the timer ran out, he'd talk you through anything you didn't know and understand. he'd snatch your paper out of your hand after it got graded and read everything you wrote. bakugou is one of the reasons you passed your classes, he's probably the only reason you passed your classes. that's why he knows that's your handwriting and seeing that it's your handwriting just pisses him off.

'why the hell is soy sauce face always looking at her like that if she's his soulmate and they're destined together.'

someone else could think that they're together but just haven't announced it to the public but bakugou knows that isn't true. he knows you're single, he's a hundred percent sure you are. it's true that something is definitely up about your soulmate situation and now he's got a clue of what that might be but whenever he makes a comment about how being single is good for his career because he can focus more on being number one you agree with the same sentiment.

'does that mean she rejected him? i don't know about that. would someone spend that much time with someone they rejected? what if they never realised. no that doesn't seem possible.'

"yo bakugou, you good? you're just kind of staring at sero with daggers in your eyes." kirishima asks noticing that bakugou hasn't taken his off of sero for awhile.

bakugou is straightforward, he's honest, he speaks his mind, he cares about his friend even if the public doesn't understand that. he gives his friends nicknames that people don't understand, even though he's the number one hero he still get's backlash for that. even with the backlash the nicknames stay the same, his first two friends at ua still get called 'shitty hair' and 'shitty women', he still calls denki 'dunce face', jirou 'ears' but he cares about them all.

all that caring is amplified when it's comes to you and you're involved, he's protective of you- emotionally. ever since he's met you you've been competing on who's better, you're the number ten hero always saying that you'll take his place soon, he knows you can handle yourself but when it comes to emotion- he worries. without him would you be friends with all the people you are now? you were worse at making connections with people than bakugou was and that's saying something, all because you were so quiet and worried about your soulmate situation.

he knows there's speculation that you're his soulmate but you both ignore it, he doesn't love you, at least romantically. it's definitely an emotion he can't put his finger on though, he guesses it's likely brotherly love but he's an only child so he can't be sure about that.

"why the hell do you act all lovesick all the time when your soulmate is spending everyday with you?"

hanta's mind goes blank. what the hell is he talking about? "huh, i- what?"

bakugou tuts, 'why is he acting like he doesn't know?' "i'm not a fucking idiot. shitty women's handwriting is on your hip."

hanta's eyebrows furrow, "i think i'd know if one of my best friends was my soulmate bakugou. this isn't her writing."

"holy fuck, you are an idiot. i've spent enough time studying with her to know."

"you obviously didn't if you think that." hanta retorts. 'there's just no way that's her writing.' he hasn't actually seen your handwriting that much and certainly not in recent years. it's one of the things he hasn't committed to memory about you but he knows for a fact that's not your handwriting. 'wait was does my soulmate mark even say?' he doesn't remember, he hasn't properly looked at it for so long now.

hanta lifts up his top again to read what it says, tilting his head trying to read it upside down. bakugou answers his silent request knowing that he wouldn't have asked and tells him what is says.

"i don't remember hearing 'thanks sero, you were great too,' but... wait, that... that does look a bit like her handwriting." he stares at the mark, trying to think back.

"yeah, plain face that's because it is." bakugou crosses his arms and looks at him annoyed.

soulmate hanta thinks everything bakugou just said to him through. "hold up," hanta lets go of his top again letting it drop down and moves around the all the furniture to go into a back room. he's so glad this game night is taking place at his. he leaves without anymore explanation and starts rummaging around in his spare room where he keeps things from the past, from ua and before that.

in one of the cardboard boxes at the back is notes from you that he's kept. they weren't meaningful or particularly very sentimental but they were notes you passed him in class. you sat far away from each other and would do mad libs and hangman. he didn't focus on the way you wrote each singular letter at the time.

you'd give him notes that said things like '6 letters. clue: current annoyance' he was able to win that fairly easy. after winning, writing back 'is mineta a current annoyance if you're always annoyed at him?'

you'd pass back a note for him that read, 'write me back: celebrity name, colour, adjective, object, colour, emotion, animal! after class - if you can read the completed filled in sentence without laughing or smiling you get to choose the film for tonight' it was always hard for him not to laugh or smile, especially when he had to say things like "hawks always wanted an orange handsome dildo-" he couldn't keep it in and grinned after that, you ended up choosing the film.

hanta can't pinpoint the exact moment he started to crumple up the paper, holding it tightly in his hand. he's figured it out, that's your handwriting! he clutches onto his shirt and takes deep breathes. he has to tell you! you have to know! you're meant to be together the proof is right in front of him, the proof is forever marked into his skin. it'll be a shock to you and he knows it's probably not the best to spring it on you but you have to know.

leaving all the notes scattered across the floor he quickly gets up to talk to everyone. "bakugou's right!" bakugou rolls his eyes at that. "i-i can't believe she's actually my soulmate. i have to go."

"wait what, go where?" kirishima questions. kaminari overlaps him, at the same time congratulating him.

"she's not on duty tonight, i have to tell her!" no one really has a proper chance to respond before he's already left.

"should we leave?" kirishima looks around the room.

"nah, we've already opened our drinks and booted up the tv. we'll go later." kaminari picks up his beer.

soulmate hanta who rushes over to where you live, banging on the front door loudly. you wonder who's knocking at such an hour and so noisily at that. it's not abnormal for hanta to come by but he's with the guys tonight and he doesn't knock like this, he usually knocks the same pattern which he refers to as his own chime of a doorbell. you open the door and you're surprised to see hanta, looking at you... strangely? "oh, hanta! i wasn't expecting you. weren't you supposed to be hosting games night tonight? is everything okay?"

hanta doesn't answer the question and instead asks, "can i come in?" he says in a low voice and licks his lips, wetting them. your eyes quickly glance at the movement before looking back up at his almond eyes. you move to the side for him to come in and shut the door behind him. you don't think something's wrong, at least it doesn't look like something's wrong by the way he's looking at you and his posture. he's looking at you for a second before pacing around the room, you don't press him on anything you just stand where you are and wait for whatever he needs. he stops his pacing and turns back to you, the intense look in his eye almost makes you want to squirm out of embarrassment for being seen that much. "i need to tell you something."

"okay," you respond, prolonging the end of the word. you're confused.

"we're soulmate!" hanta almost shouts at you. with knitted eyebrows and a bewildered expression you repeat okay. "w-w-what do you mean okay?" didn't you just hear me?" hanta's in disbelief and he scans your face.

"i mean... i heard you but i don't know why you're telling me something we both know." you don't even have time to feel anything other than puzzled. this situation should be making you feel heavyhearted or heartbroken but instead it's just filled with questions of 'why is he bringing this up? we already know this.'

hanta splutters, "why are you acting like you already know this?"

your mind goes blank.

"what?" you whisper, your mouth is dry and your limbs feel heavy. ''why is he acting like this? he doesn't seem drunk or high. is he being controlled by someone? there's no way he'd be this cruel.' you open your mouth breathing softly and you're finding it hard to keep your breathing steady. "why are you being like this hanta? it's cruel." your voice is even quieter than it was.

hanta's eyes soften as he sees you and goes to reach out to you before stopping himself. "i'm not trying to be cruel, i'm just trying to understand what you're saying. i've just found out you're my soulmate and i needed you to know... but... but you're acting... you're saying that you already know. i don't understand why you've kept it a secret."

you blink slowly, trying to process everything hanta's just told you. "what do you mean that you just found out? i haven't kept anything a secret. i knew from the very beginning we met. you tripped over my bag and praised me after a practical lesson. did you really forget?"

soulmate hanta's eyes widen. "forget?! i didn't even know. you really think i'd forget the woman i've been in love with since i saw her is my soulmate."

you have questions but all you can focus on is, "you love me?" you ask- softly. shyly.

hanta goes bright red. "w-well yeah, of course i do." you giggle and he smiles affectionately at you, he loves hearing you laugh especially when he's the one getting you to do it.

"i love you too," you let him know sweetly.

hanta grins, "really?"

you hum and nod your head. "did you really not know?" hanta shakes his head. "how did you find out in the end though?"

hanta rubs the back of his neck and appears guilty as he responds, "oh, that... well, it was bakugou. he saw my mark and knew it was your writing."

you pout at him, "god, you didn't even realise yourself." hanta chuckles nervously. "what am i going to do with you hey? my oblivious soulmate." you wrap your arms around him and hug him, your face on his chest, gazing up to make eye contact.

soulmate hanta grins when he hears you call him your soulmate and reciprocates the hug, holding onto you and squeezing lightly for a second. "i can't imagine what it must of felt like for you, i'm sorry. all those wasted years we could of had together if only i connected the dots better. i promise i'll make it up to you."

there's plenty of time to talk about your feelings, to express to him how you felt rejected. there's your whole life for that but right now there's something better. "oh, how are you going to make it up to me?" you say teasingly and smirk.

hanta chuckles loudly and grins, "what do you have in mind?" one of his hands that was holding you sneaks in under your top. neither of you have ever done this before but soulmates are made for each other, you'll know each other's body better than you know your own because, at the end of the day, you're meant to be.

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A HANTA FIC IS COMING?? ohh we are SAT!!

AHH THAT MAKES ME HAPPY TO HEAR!! (❀❛⌣❛„)♡

it's not a long fic, it's like 1k but i really like it so i hope you do to!

- ' my oblivious soulmate '

i absolutely love writing for hanta and hearing that other people enjoy reading it only fuels my desire to write more of him lol

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soulmate hanta who is completely oblivious to that fact that he is your soulmate. everybody is born with a soulmate mark, a scribble of words that are the first words your soulmate utters to you placed somewhere along your hip. hanta sero who is nonchalant and chill about things that he doesn't realise he's already met his soulmate. they met on the first day of ua and he didn't even notice, and you... well you noticed but how could you tell him.

everyone's going around introducing themselves, he doesn't introduce himself though. your bag was neatly tucked away under your desk, already ready to start class when hanta somehow tripped over it, he caught himself in the last minute

"fuck, that could've gone really bad." he grinned at you and you were too stunned to speak, your body felt warm, like fireworks exploding and the warmth left over from sparklers their bright vivid colours flowing through you, you found your soulmate. you didn't get the chance to reply to him, an authoritative voice started speaking, aizawa sensei, and then class started.

you tried really bad to talk to him but he oozed of confidence and friendless, if the roles were reversed and you tripped over his bag you don't even think you would of been able to say something, you'd probably just rush off in embarrassment. he jokes around with everyone and you fade away in the background, you didn't even mean to, it wasn't your intention, you told yourself that when you started ua and started the hero course you'd put yourself out there more but that changed when the idea of talking to your soulmate was so daunting.

soulmate hanta who lays in his hammock with his arm of his face, groaning because you are just so adorable! and you won't talk to him, you're quiet anyway but around him it's like you don't say anything. he doesn't even know if he's ever heard you talk. he frowns at the idea that you won't talk to him because you don't like him, he wants you to like him, he wants you to talk to him! everything about you leaves him in a tizzy- the way you smile, your laugh, your anime pins stuck to your bag, how you got bakugou to open up to you even before kirishima. he can't explain it but he just wants to be near you.

you want to be near him, you want to ask him about his favourite manga, you want to know more about him but you conclude your soulmate wants nothing to do with you. you've only spoken to him once, a month into meeting each other, and he didn't say anything about your mark. he didn't have any reaction. you were talking to bakugou, arguing over who did better in the practical today out of the two of you and you're too involved in proving that you were better that you don't realise hanta and kaminari have walked up to you both. you've spoken to kaminari on a couple of occasions he's nice but a bit too complimentary to girls for your liking and you haven't said one single word to hanta, overthinking every little thing. "oi, you two which one of us was stronger today in our practical?" bakugou shouts over to them.

you don't remember kaminari's response, you remember hanta's, "i mean you're good bakugou but she's miles ahead of you." your heart soars, you don't think you've ever been so happy in your life. shouting ensues, lots of shouting, bakugou calling hanta blind and various other insults.

over all that you say, "thanks sero, you were great too," the end of your sentence gets quieter and you stutter more. they can barely hear you over all the shouting. hanta doesn't look at you or make any acknowledge of what you just said, like 'oh hey, that's what my soulmate mark says' nothing. he heard you but he didn't want anything to do with you. the rejection hurt but you knew something like this would happen, you never expected him to like you but you would've liked him to say something like 'i'm not interested but i still want to be friends with you.'

the lack of any acknowledge on his behalf made it clear to you and you don't want to disrespect his wishes, if he doesn't want to get to know you then you won't force yourself into his life. what you didn't realise is your soulmate didn't even hear what you said... he didn't reject you at all he just didn't hear.

five minutes beforehand he was almost dragging denki by his sleeve over to you and bakugou because he wants to talk to you. he's had this warm fuzzy feeling from the first moment he's seen you and it's just grown and grown.

soulmate hanta is buzzing now that everyone is moving into dorms because surely that means you'll have to talk to him.

soulmate hanta who inserts himself into your life. that anime pin on your bag? he's asking if you've read the manga. he's making teasing jabs at bakugou with you about how his cooking for everyone gives it away that he loves all of the class, bakugou always tells him to fuck off and you have a fit of giggles. he gives you ideas when he can see you're struggling and hit a road block with your hero costume support items. he'll swing you with him to the roof of tallest towers in the city and talk for hours until the sun comes up about the future and plans for being a pro. he's loud and sociable and brings you out of your shell to speak up when he can see that you want but are too afraid to, he's there to give you a push but also relax with you in the dorms when he can tell that you don't have the energy for everyone. he'll bring snacks and you'll watch films and he'll speak to you gently and soothingly that puts your mind at ease when you get overwhelmed. he'll read you manga while you rest your head on his lap and you'll get overly competitive when it comes to mario kart.

you don't understand why your soulmate had this change of mindset about you, maybe it's because you're all living together but now you have him in your life you're not jeopardising that. the time you share with everyone is amazing, and the time you and hanta share with everyone is amazing but when you're just together alone that amazing turns into perfection. you want to bottle up those moments with a glass and keep them forever.

falling in love with hanta didn't surprise you, you knew it would happen sooner or later. you never spoke to each other about being soulmates or relationships (you thought you knew why) you didn't engage in conversations with the rest of the class about it either. you didn't want to put hanta on the spot like that, 'yeah, i've found my soulmate guys, i spend every day with him but he rejected me. oh look! here he comes now, hi sero!' you were wrong though. it didn't happen like you thought it did.

soulmate hanta who isn't just called 'hanta' in your head but when you speak to him or about him, after eight years of knowing each other you've gotten past the use of family names. the first time he heard you speak it his heart skipped a beat. your heads were pressed together and you were under a blanket asleep. you both drifted off at some point during film night, it was time for you both to start joint patrol so you woke him up, whispering his name. you joined the same agency so that meant you liked doing as much joint patrol with each other as possible.

soulmate hanta who's never been in a relationship before and is a complete virgin. he doesn't care about other girls, not even to look their way for a night, all he cares about is you. the idea of even dating a girl riddles him with guilt over how he wishes it was you. hanta is fully aware that you've never been in a relationship either.

soulmate hanta can't bare to look you in the eyes and hear about the person you love or how you're yearning to find your soulmate. he couldn't bare that pain. the idea that you have someone out there- it kills him. in that sense he's insecure, he knows he should be supportive and ask about your soulmate, it seems that every other person has had at least one conversation about it but he just can't. you've never even had a relationship and he knows he should ask why but then you might ask him the same question and the reason would be- you.

the thought that his words may be written on your hip never cross his mind, he's never been in denial that he loves you but he never thought it was reciprocated.

the thought that he himself has a soulmate never, even for a second, flits through in his mind. he doesn't think he's met them and he doesn't care if he does. they won't be you.

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i was writing my denki fic (its basically finished i just need to edit it) but i got this concept and i couldn't let it go so before i upload my denki fic a hanta fic is coming xsdcfhdxcfesxrdctfhgzfwsvchbchhshvzhb

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i only watched welcome to demon school iruma kun (mairimashita) recently and now season 4 has been announced ^.^

this has all just made me want to write for opera realllyyyyy bad

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“ow! did you just pull my hair again?”

“denki, please. that didn’t hurt and you know it.”

“it does hurt,” he insists with a pout, crossing his legs tightly. denki maintains his whiny tone, going so far as to jerk his head to the side so you can’t give him the kiss he not-so-secretly craves.

“let’s see if it does,” you whisper, voice low and smooth. like a wrung out sponge, his mouth loses all moisture and he gasps like a fish until you tug on his hair, closing the distance between you. golden blond strands tangle further around your fingers, your grip tightening sporadically.

a whimper slips past denki’s lips and you swallow it eagerly, humming an affirmative sound into his mouth. the bruising kiss deepens, and the warmth in your tummy ignites into something that burns—the little air between your foreheads sparks electrically before he collapses into you with a sigh. your hand is now lost in denki’s hair, nails scratching along his scalp and eventually settling on the crown of his head.

“baby,” he whines, voice caught in his throat as he grabs at your hips, “need to taste you.”

“aw, denki,” you coo, leaning in to tuck your face into his neck. your cheeks burn with arousal, shockwaves of excitement shooting right between your legs at his simple words. his fingers fidget with the waistband of your underwear, and he bites back a groan when you spread your legs.

“d-don’t make me cum just yet, i haven’t even gotten your clothes off.”

“get to it, then,” you giggle, tugging his hair back and then pushing his head down. he moves with you easily, letting out a soft moan when your thighs are finally on either side of his head.

ever the tease, denki flattens his tongue and licks your cunt over the thin fabric of your panties. he can hear your breath hitch in your throat and taste your soaking sweetness through the cloth; his gold eyes roll back blissfully and he draws out the tease with a small smile.

“ah, ah—take ‘em off, denki.”

the firmness in your voice coupled with the harsh yank on his hair function as motivation to get him listening obediently. looking upwards, denki can see your pleased nods as he moves his mouth lower, his breath coming in steamy puffs against your fluttering cunt. at last, the panties are pulled to the side and he’s able to admire you fully—folds slick with honeyed desire, pussy clenching eagerly.

more saliva pools on his tongue when he finally leans in, experimentally licking an upwards stripe. you taste better than all of his favorite candies; he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your body wash and letting his eyes focus intently on you.

“well, denki?” you ask impatiently, nails prodding against his scalp lightly. it’s a little embarrassing to be all spread out with him staring wildly, and he thankfully lets out a pleased hum before pushing forward. the tip of his nose bumps against your swelling clit and presses against it hard when he devotes himself to devouring you.

“f-fuck, jus’ like that,” you manage, swallowing hard and willing your hips to remain still. “denki!”

he loses himself in you, his eyes fluttering shut so he can savor you without any distractions—that is until something sharp presses into his scalp.

oh, well. it’s no matter, that sharp thing is probably your nail and an accident; but the sting comes again, accompanied with an unpleasant yank on his hair that definitely takes a few clumps away with it.

“denki!” you gasp, hand rushing to his shoulder to shake it insistently. he looks up excitedly, wondering if you’ll break the news that you’re about to cum for him. “denki, wake up!”

his eyes snap open and he looks around blearily, about to ask a question before the words are torn from his throat and replaced with a shriek.

“ow ow ow! stop pulling my hair!”

“i’m trying to get the bubblegum out!” you argue, combing over a particularly sensitive section. the teeth of the comb sharply graze over his scalp and he whines unhappily, swatting your hands away. “no, i’m almost done.”

“god,” denki mutters in annoyance. “how’d i even fall asleep with you giving me bald spots?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, looking over his shoulder with a hand on your hip. the aggravated look on your face dissipates when you look past his face, and he follows your eyes to his boner. “denki, are you actually hard?”

“well, yes!” he bursts out, cheeks flushing darkly as he crosses his legs immediately. “whatever, just get back to getting the gum out of my hair.”

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choso eating you out while fisting his cock, rocking his hips forward and whining and moaning all over your cunt, literally almost crying.

idk what else to add to this but this is a nice image in my head heh

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This might be a weird request. But I was looking for a Muzan or douma x reader. However whenever they get intimate- the female never moans. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy it she just isn’t very vocal which annoys and gives them a complex. The fact they can’t even get a human girl to moan annoys and frustrates them. She’s shy, little insecure (chubbier side) so never moans. Also doesn’t get off on general just touching etc. it excites her but doesn’t get her soaked.

Congratulations, Anon. You've been selected for 'Drafts Thicky Should Finish and Post Program!' I chose to do Douma for one because that's what past me chose to do. Anyway, enjoy!

Much didn’t hurt Douma’s pride. But you, a little human maid, succeeded easily. You were supposed to be a distraction, a way to get his dick wet. Then, when he was done with you, he’d turn you into a meal. You had a cute face and ample curves that’d keep him well-fed. At least, that was the plan, until you rejected him.

“I’m honored,” you’d said, a blush consuming your plump cheeks.

He remembered grinning smugly, thinking he had you in his trap. Then, you’d continued speaking, wiping his smile away.

“But I must decline your offer."

With that, you’d bowed and scurried away, leaving a shocked Douma in your wake.

Your rejection had lit a fire under Douma, spurring him to chase you until he finally got you in his bed. Somewhere along the way, he’d grown attached to you, the game of cat and mouse being played throwing a wrench in his plans to fuck and eat you. Through hours of stalking and harassing, he’d gotten to know you, and your gentle, bashful demeanor reminded him of Kotoha, when he’d first stumbled across her. Maybe that’s why, after he just finished fucking you, he had no interest in consuming your flesh. Or perhaps, it was because his mission felt incomplete. He’d bedded you, yes, but you barely made a peep. Your lip stayed firmly between your teeth, and when he managed to coax a sound out of you, it was only a few whimpers.

Worst of all, Douma didn’t think you came.

So, there he lay, stewing in frustration and humiliation, tangled in the sheets, his nude body pressed against yours. He had half the mind to snap your neck right there, for all the effort you were making him put in. But if he did, he’d have no chance to redeem himself. So, instead, he voiced what was on his mind.

“Was I not good?” he blurted, the question sounding absurd coming from his lips.

He was Upper Moon #2, irrefutably handsome, powerful, intelligent, and had a legion of loyal followers. He’d given many pleasure before you and would continue to give pleasure to many after you. Douma was more than good enough, he was amazing, and yet you had him questioning himself.

One day, you’d pay for that.

You looked at him, face flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, and eyes glossy. You looked thoroughly ravished, except you hadn’t fucking come.

“It felt good,” you said with a small smile, meant to be reassuring, but doing nothing for him. “I-I just don’t…”

You trailed off, then shook your head, looking away as your cheeks grew hotter. “Never mind. It’s silly. I…I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Tell me,” he ordered, feeling borderline desperate.

You sighed, then refocused on him. “I…I just don’t have intense orgasms. Really, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

He stared at you, not fully understanding. Never had he been with a woman who didn’t have a noticeable orgasm. Douma analyzed everything he’d done to you, which was rather tame compared to past encounters. He limited it to fingers and cock, too consumed with want to do anything else.

Oh.

Oh.

At that moment, he had a revelation, suddenly feeling like a dumbass. Penetration alone wasn’t enough for many women.

His gaze remained locked on yours, and the longer he stared, the more embarrassed your expression became. “Just forget I said anything,” you said pleadingly.

Absolutely not.

Instead of obliging, he sat up fully and crawled over your prone form. First, he kissed your neck, relishing in your soft gasp. He smiled against your skin. Already, you were proving his theory correct.

“Silly me, not savoring you properly,” he murmured as he kissed down your body, stopping at your breasts.

You squirmed, trying to escape his touch, but he held you in place

“Y-you don’t have to do this,” you panted, before whimpering when his tongue swirled around your pebbled nipples.

As he sucked and nibbled, he could feel your heartbeat quickening under his palm, smell your arousal, sense the blood pumping through your veins. The results he was getting just couldn’t be denied.

“But I want to,” he said, before switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention.

You moaned, back arching, hands tangling in his hair. Any protests you had died a quick death.

When he had his fill of your full tits, he resumed his descent, kissing your soft belly, then your wide hips, and finally your thick thighs. The smell of your wet heat had his mouth watering. He parted your legs, taking a moment to admire the slickness that greeted him, before leaning down and swiping his tongue along your slit. When your taste hit his taste buds, he groaned. You tasted so sweet. He imagined your flesh and blood would be just as flavorful.

When he spread your lower lips to have full access, he blew air onto your dripping sex, chuckling at your whimper and pathetic shoves. Teasingly, his tongue darted to sample some of your juices. The rich, tangy taste made his restraint snap. Not even a second later, he speared his tongue inside your core, nearly drooling at just how delectable you were, at the sweet sounds you were finally making.

“Oh!” you gasped, gripping the sheets and arching into his mouth.

He ate you with gusto, his eagerness reflecting his hunger for you, literal and metaphorical. Each move he made resulted in his nose bumping your clit, stimulating you further. Your shyness started to disappear, and soon, you were shamelessly grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure you’d been deprived of earlier.

Silly Douma, thinking his cock was the best part of him. Clearly, it was his mouth. Not only was he an excellent conversationalist, but his tongue could bring pleasure to any woman, a fact you were reaffirming.

He kept a firm grip on your thighs and hips, keeping you still as he feasted. To send you hurling toward the edge, he rubbed his thumb over your clit in quick, firm circles. Moments later, your body was tensing, your pussy clenching around his tongue as you came.

“Don’t stop, please!” you cried as you experienced your peak, moaning at the top of your lungs.

He had no intention to. He licked and fingered you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure until you were a sweaty, panting mess. He was content staying between your legs the rest of the night, finally sampling your flavor and pleasing you. It was a win/win, and most importantly, saw the return of the ego that defined him.

TLTR: Reader only has intense orgasms from having her pussy ate

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Farmer Toji and chubby female reader (Yoga instructor)

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Warning: Smut, Mature content consisting of: ass slapping, body praising, body worshipping, tit fucking, fucking while in yoga poses, Toji is loud during sex, dirty talking, sex outside, oral sex (give and receive), unprotected sex, perverted Toji, dad Toji, filthy Toji, grammar.

Requested: Can you do Toji with chubby reader who does Yoga. 

(a/n: This was sitting in my draft for a while now. I really enjoy the creative process but when it comes to editing and posting, I get a little overwhelmed. Anyhow I hope you enjoy.) 

Earnest hard working farmer Toji, waits for you every weekday morning as you drop by his produce stall at the farmers market. He spots you squeezing through the morning crowd, sporting your Lululemon leggings and fancy sports bra, ready to head down to your yoga studio after you grab your organic fix. You never broke from your daily routine and he noticed it. 

“The melons are extra juicy today”, he commented as you eyed the large round fruits while his eyes measured out the melons that dangled in front of him. 

“Hmm. They look a little small”, you reply as you grab one and gently fondle it in your palms.

Toji felt a tug in his pants, visualizing your hands fondling his heavy balls with such tenderness and care. 

“And these peaches, juicy?” You had already moved on to a different selection.

“Drippin’ with nectar”, he replied with a grin trying to contain his own saliva. 

“Alright. And some garlic, Kale, and spinach, please,” you said while fishing for cash in your crossbody bag. 

Toji grabbed a paper bag and began to pack up your order, his large sturdy hands handling the produce with delicate care his hands could possibly deliver. As he turned around, you caught a glimpse of his back, exposing those perfectly defined muscles outlined for your viewing pleasure. He was always wearing skin-hugging tight clothes, making it hard for you not to notice. You always ended up imagining the same scenario: His hard calloused body folding your soft but flexible body in half and fucking you raw with his thick veiny rugged cock. But you always had to remind yourself ‘He has kids! And perhaps a wife he is happily married to!’ And so that vicious cycle of fantasy and guilt always played out in your head every morning when you stopped at his produce stall. There were always other vendors lined up for you, waiting for your business. And every day you talked yourself into trying a new vendor but as soon as you stepped foot into the farmers market, you saw your man from a distance staring at you, luring you in with his masculine charms. 

Handing him the money, you quickly turned around before he worked out the blush of shame plastered across your cheeks and said your goodbyes. 

Usually, it was a quick transaction. You make your selection, briefly flirt with each other, hand him the money and leave. But today the interaction lasted a little longer than expected. 

As you turn around, his eyes land on your wide hips and plump cheeks firmly contained within the polyester fibers of your expensive yoga leggings. The skin-tight fabric perfectly outlines your curves and creases. He had imagined countless times while in the shower, burying his length within those soft mounds, watching it disappear as he humped you from behind. A throb in his pants brought him back to the present moment. And that moment was slipping away. 

“Hey”, he called out as you were just about to leave his stall. He had to try his luck today and stop relying on his rugged hands to fulfill his daily fantasies. Today is the day he will finally bury his cock inside you.

You stopped and turned around, trying to act like you were in a hurry, which you were. “Ya?”

For a second Toji was lost for words. He wanted to invite you over to his farm. But it had been a while since he dated, the last time being his late wife. His usual way to pick up girls was literally to pick them up and run off with them. For him, actions speak louder than words. However, he understood that won’t go down well with the city folks. 

“I forgot I got som’ bigger melons back at my farm. You wanna come check ‘em out?”, he asked with a smug look on his face. 

You look at him wide-eyed and an eyebrow slightly cocked. Seriously! That's your pickup line?

“You sure your kids and wife won’t mind my intrusion?”, you pry, trying to understand his family situation. You by no means want to be known as a homewrecker. 

“Kids are at school. Wife’s been gone for several years”, he explained.

“Oh! I’m sorry”, you give him an apologetic look, the guilt suddenly drowning you. 

“Sorry ‘bout what? So you comin’ or you rather spread those legs on a yoga mat”

Yup! That just confirmed your suspicion. He was definitely asking you out and not the slightest bit subtle with his vulgar remarks. You looked around to make sure no one heard his obscenity. “Who's going to manage your shop?”

“I got a man. So is that a yes? Gonna show me some yoga moves?” He sure was persistent.

“I thought you were going to show me some melons”, you tease back with a smirk, the flirting getting a little bit ridiculous now.

“I can hold them for ya while you teach me a pose or two”. His gaze fell from your face to your big breasts barely held together within your sports bra. 

A soft blush creeps up on your cheeks as you grow self-conscious of your body while he eats you up with his eyes. Although his invitation was tempting, you glanced at your phone and let out a sigh. “I have a class to teach in a few minutes. Maybe lunchtime I can swing by and check out those melons?”

He felt a painful throb in his pants, his angry cock demanding some immediate attention. But he convinced himself he could wait it out for a few more hours. Lunchtime was when he would pack up and leave anyway. 

So you quickly exchanged numbers and he texted you the address and said your farewells until lunch. 

————

Lunch time rolled around and so did your car into his driveway. 

He had been on your mind leading up to this moment. You couldn’t focus, your mind was jittery and self-doubt shrouded you. You sat in your car, taking deep breaths to shake off the nerves before you proceeded. You can do this. You are a goddess. You deserve happiness. You recited positive affirmations under your breath, feeling your heart slowly settle down. You noticed a giant shadow creep up to your side of the window, blocking the sun that was providing you warmth and peace.

He was waiting for you.

All it took was a single glance and your inner resolve had crumbled as you grew more self-conscious. With your heart pounding in your chest, you open the car door and slide yourself out of the driver’s seat while trying to control the jitters within. 

His eyes instantly took you all in, from head to toe, a magnificent sight with a lot to appreciate. But there was a disappointment that lingered on the longer he stared at you. 

You were now wearing a sweatshirt, covering up those melons of his. And you were holding a paper bag with Nanami’s bakery logo printed on it. He was confused. He thought he made it clear that this was more of a booty call and not a date. Toji didn't date. He sucked at dating. Taking it slow was not his thing and his cock can concur to that.

You notice him staring at you and the bag you held. “I got us something to eat”, you casually try to break the ice and perhaps have him stare somewhere else but you.

He craned his neck and scratched the back of his head while inwardly searching for some self-restraints. “I guess I can make us som’ tea”, he suggested while inviting you into his home. 

“What about a latte?”, you half expected him to even know how to make one. But you were too nervous to carry on a normal conversation. And you were way past talking about the weather now. 

“What the fuck am I? Your barista? Tea or whiskey. Take your pick doll”. 

“Tea is fine”, you giggle as you enter his humble home. 

———-

You stood in front of the patio screen door, staring outside into the vast open fields which was his farm. You had just shared a beautiful meal with a man of your dreams. More like the man you had been daydreaming about as you relieve your stress. It was embarrassing to admit how often you fantasized about him and his big rough hands touching all over your soft plush body, fondling your folds with his thick muscular fingers as you teased your own fingers inside. So many times you had orgasmed while crying out his name. Knowing that your nerves were kicking in and you awkwardly stood there while he cleaned up the plates. The ticking of the wall clock had become more of a burden as every second dragged on. The dishes can fuckn wait!!!

The sound of running water stopped as he shut off the kitchen tap and disappeared for a few seconds. You were too nervous to turn around in case he was just lurking behind you. But you suddenly saw his reflection through the patio window panel as he stepped behind you. His muscular body came into view, muscles bulging through the tight compression wear, a sight so overpowering that it was hard to avoid. 

“Like what you see?” he was referring to his big reflection that pretty much took over the entire window panel. 

But you just tried to look straight ahead, not sure if he was referring to himself or the view of his farm.

“Yes it’s beautiful”, you reply, becoming just as vague.

“Talking about yourself now?”, he pressed on with his flirting but also took a step closer.

You could feel the heat of his body from behind, a lot of it concentrated around his pelvis. A blush crept up across your cheeks as you felt the awkward nudge on your rear. 

“No, I mean your farm. It is my dream to own a farm”. Yup! Make it awkward won’t ya. He doesn't give a rat's ass about your dreams. 

Suddenly his arms wrapped around your wide hips, pulling you closer so you could really feel his reaction within the flesh of your cheeks. Shit he’s huge!

His lips only inches away from your right ear, “I am running out of lines here doll. There is so much flirtin’ I can carry on”. 

You give him a side glance, his face so close you could feel his warm breath, soft puff of air as he exhaled into your ear, leaving behind a scent of bitterness from the tea. You rest your palms up against the window and stick out your hips, pressing against his clothed erection. 

“Shit, that feels like heaven. You got a nice ass on ya”, he complimented as he grabbed a fist full in each hand and gave your cheeks a nice firm squeeze while grinding away between them. 

You felt him pulsating and throbbing through the fabrics as he shoved his hips forward with no reservations. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of your leggings and stretched the band before snapping it back against your skin. You yelp in surprise and turn your head to look at him. A lustful grin on his face as he did it again, grabbing on the waistband of your leggings and your panties and lowering them down your ass. The soft flesh of your round cheeks were finely free to bounce out from confinement. He grunted as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard achy cock and pushed it up against your bare skin, your cool flesh offering relief to his hot sex. 

“Mmm babe you’re so beautiful. Fuck. Look how your hot ass is swallowing my dick”, he grunted as he watched you thrust your hips against his cock, pressing and suffocating his shaft up against his lower abdomen with your cheeks. He watched your body dance, your cheeks jiggle as you gave him a beautiful performance. 

But he wanted to see more of your body dance for him.

So he took a step back and helped you turn around to face him while tugging your sweatshirt over your head. “Now we are talking”, he gave a satisfied grunt and pressed your back up against the window, your exposed ass now wedged up against the cool glass. 

His scared lip twitched as he stared into your calm eyes. That peaceful aura that surrounded you from years of practicing yoga is what bewitched him in the first place. That and your larger flexible physique had him curious as to how far you could bend backwards for him. 

Peaceful aura? That had left you long before you arrived at his house. Right now your sexual energy was screaming, ripping chaos throughout your energetic body. And you couldn't hold onto your restraints any longer. And so you were the first to capture his lips, a kiss you never thought would push you over the edge. 

And he responded, but to your surprise, his response was aggressive and less passionate. His hungry tongue was quick to push past your lips, exploring and tasting while grinding himself into your body. 

“Now… about those melons”, he licked the corner of his scarred lips once he pulled away from the short-lived make-out session. 

“I thought you were supplying the melons, farmer Toji”, you joked.

“Oh I have a pair down there. But not as plump and smooth as these”, he said while hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of your sports bra. Carefully letting your breasts bounce out from under the band and he left the rest to you as his hands were all over them. You pulled the bra over your head and tossed it to the side while he fondled and measured you in his palms. His massive hands were incomparable to the size of the melons breasts he held. His eyes were wide with fascination, a perverted smirk plastered on his playful face. “They heavy. How ya get so beautiful doll? I wanna bury my dick between them”.

You can't get enough of his dirty talk. Although embarrassing, he made you feel beautiful and sexy in his own crude way. So you reward his compliments with a big gesture. You lower yourself on your knees while holding onto the bottom of your heavy breasts and pressed them up against his crotch. 

He quickly took off his shirt so he could feel more of that soft tender skin up against his hard taut abs. 

“Ah fuck. My dick might melt”. He watched as his cock was completely engulfed between your breasts. He really did like his cock suffocated. So you drown his length, massaging it, smothering it, loving it. And he responded with a trickle of pre involuntarily oozing out. You release the chokehold around his cock that had him grunt in disappointment.

You look up at him, your hand wraps around the base of his cock and your lips hovering over the leaky tip. “You gonna suck me? You sure? I haven't showered, doll”, he warned.

“Well I’m just as sweaty from my yoga classes”, you responded with a smirk. Eyes still locked, you twirl your tongue around the mushroom head, soaking up the sticky goodness and adding a moan of delight to your foreplay.

“Mm like the taste? It's organic ya know? You like that stuff don't ya?” he jokes. And soon his entire length disappears into your mouth. Slurping and sucking sounds that took over, the annoying tick of the wall clock fading away into the background. Your head bobbing to the rhythm of your sucks, your hands massaging and fondling his heavy balls, your hollowed-out cheeks and the bulge in your throat was just about to send him to his peak.

 “Slow down. I can't waste my load so soon”. He quickly grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you away, his cock sliding out of your mouth with a string of saliva following behind. 

He helps you up on your feet as he falls onto his knees. He looks up, your plush body in full display. He wraps his arms around your hips and buries his face in your crotch, the dampness clearly felt through the fabric of your leggings. His hands fell to your bare ass, massaging and kneading away as he grinds away his tongue, blindly digging until he found a hard gem. The front of your crotch is completely soaked with his saliva but that didn't matter when he had you quivering. Your knees are shaking, ready to buckle as his strong muscular tongue continues to abuse your clit through your leggings. 

Your hand resting on the back of his head, you push him further between your plus thighs. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he teases out your first release. Your body convulsing, your hands on his head for support as you ride through your intense orgasm. He pulls himself away from between your thighs and yanks your leggings and panties off your waist, exposing your wet drooling sex. Your folds are glistening with your release, his eyes focused on the small residual twitches that rocked your core. His tongue makes one clean sweep along your bare folds, tasting your sweet fresh arousal. 

“How was that, beautiful?”, he asks while looking up into your pleasure-drunk eyes as he caresses the side of your thighs with his palms. 

“I think I saw stars for a second”, you reply, your mind is still hazy from the most recent orgasm.

“Stars? Already? Then I guess I gotta show you some galaxies next”. He plants a soft kiss on your belly while on his way back up to his feet. He finally kicks off his own pants and grabs your hand, leading you towards the patio door.

You pause as he opens the screen door and tries to pull you out into the warmth of the sun. But you hesitated, not exactly ready to be exposed to the elements.

“Relax doll. We the only one in 50 acres of farmland”, he tries to reassure you. He pulls on your wrist, his strength finally revealing as he has you tumble forward into his arms. The freshly cut grass tickles the bottom of your feet as he embraces you, your soft body cushioned up against his solid frame. You were still reluctant to come out of hiding but one quick look around made you realize you two were the only one nestled into the vastness of his farmland.

“Take it all in. Nice place to fuck”. You were getting accustomed to his upfront vulgarity and stood behind his embrace. His hands could not leave you even for a second, exploring the rounded back, the accentuated side curves and the front rolls. His cock hugged between your cores, throbbing for some attention. He would have been worshiping your body all day but he had an angry dick to appease.

“Come doll. Show me that doggie pose”, he asks after giving your ass a nice loud slap to bring you back to earth.

“You mean downward dog?” you corrected him.

“Sure. Let's call it that. Stick that ass up nice n’ good for me”.

Your supple body was quick to fold into position. A low grunt escapes him as he roughly fists his hard cock, watching your doughy body hang freely, ready to be rocked with his cock. Your pussy lips were so inviting even though he could easily pleasure himself from the sight alone. But he couldn't deny you pleasure. You were his special guest after all. His yoga instructor. His customer. His target.

He aligns himself behind you, the swollen tip of his cock pressing up against your open folds. One quick thrust and he is in paradise. Months of patiently flirting and enduring had built up to this moment. And the plush walls of your tight slippery pussy made it worth all the trouble.

You weren't as half as loud as the man fucking you. His whimpers and groans and the filth that came out of his mouth felt exaggerated but were certainly real. He made absolutely no attempt to hide or restrain himself as he fucked you standing, your body jolting with each thrust.

“Fuck yes…ahh.. My dick is loving it doll. Should’ve gotten in sooner!” he admitted, his mind had become a slave to the pleasure of your body.

And you savoured every second of it. You surprise him as you shift into a three-legged dog, lifting and extending your right leg which he quickly grabs in his right arm.

“Fuck you strong. You think you can do a headstand while I fuck ya?” he casually asks, his cock drilling into deeper crevices in this new pose. 

“No!” Was it possible? Now you were curious but would leave that curiosity for next time as your brain could not process much at the moment. 

He pounds you faster, rougher, harder. He wants to see your body bounce more to the rhythm, jiggle from head to toe, or more like from toe to head. You eventually collapse forward on your hands and knees, unable to balance yourself when he is coming at you with raw strength. 

“‘’bout to make a hell of a mess outta ya. In or out?” He is now on his knees, thrusting violently while showing you the vast galaxies he had promised.  

“Out! Out!” you yell between your moans to make sure he heard you clearly. You grab a fistful of grass to keep yourself anchored as he was not shying away from thrashing you around like a ‘doll’ he so lovingly called you. He was not the gentle teddy bear you originally had thought. 

“Alright. Calm your tits. Not ready to knock ya up so soon myself. Come on. Lemme hear ya moan louder than me”. His left hand sneaks around your broad hip and he begins to massage your swollen clit to bring out your impending release. 

Your body is twitching and jerking for the second time today. And as soon as your pussy is ready to clamp down on him, he quickly pulls out and begins pumping his length. Ropes of warm cum eject and land on your ass. He took the tip of his cock and spread his sticky seed all over your cheeks and between them, all the while still cumming. 

“It's raining good today”, he moans, flashing just the whites of his eyes as he is lost in ecstasy, his spastic sensitive dick now smothered between your warm cheeks as he finishes off his release. 

A messy man Toji was, spreading his scent and seed all over you. He slaps your wet sticky ass cheek in satisfaction, watching it rebound and ripple from the impact while glistening in the sun. 

“Came for the melons, left with some cream”, he openly laughed while happily humming to himself. He plopped onto the grass next to you and pulled you into his chest. 

You were too out of it to even react to his corny remarks. You just want to curl up into his chest as your body recovers from the overwhelming experience. Basically, you wanted after-sex cuddles with the giant teddy bear as you ran your fingers along the outlines of his hard-flexed muscles while inwardly fawning over a good catch.

But it became very apparent that Toji had other plans; to make good use of his limited time instead of wasting it on idle cuddles. 

“Hey hey! Don't pass out on me. I ain't done with ya. I got 2 hours before the kids are home. So let’s go fuck on the tractor”.