I Should Be On Someone’s Lap Getting My Neck Kissed And Ass Grabbed Right Now 🙄

I dunno if it's stated anywhere in canon material since I've only read bnha fics for the longest time, but do mic even sleep?? like, he got three jobs that probably takes up the majority of his day (teacher in the morning, hero late afternoon to night time, radio host at like 1 fucking am).... like, maybe his show is only on certain days every week and he starts his hero work in the late afternoon or something but then that still doesn't leave him with much time to spend with his darlings :((

i believe canon has stated that his radio show is only on either fridays or saturdays, and it runs from 1am to 4am (which actually blows because if UA is like other japanese schools they run for 6 days a week with only Sunday off)

but yeah, we’ve got these depictions of Aizawa being extremely lazy and sleepy, meanwhile we’ve got Mic who at any given time is running on 4 hours of sleep, coffee, and an unholy amount of energy drinks. i bet he would die to just fall asleep with his head in his darling’s lap. or soft booty. or some nice titties if ya got em

Private Lessons: Part 1

Okay, so this is a rerelease of one of my earliest fics. It’s hard not to cringe but I love the story and I hope you enjoy it. This is chapter one of a yet-to-be-determined part series. Kinks are varied and will be listed in every chapter. We’re exploring folks. 

No real angst will exist in this fic give yourself some damn joy. The first chapter is fluffy build up! I present to you a smutty, light-hearted romance with a fun, upbeat, initially bashful reader and Shouta Aizawa!

Nice try,” you grumbled as you jabbed your elbow into the creep trying to get behind you in the subway. He got the message and moved to another section. Luckily, your stop was coming up soon, so you probably wouldn’t encounter too many more gropers.

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obsessed with that face tops make when they accidentally discover a weak spot of yours or a kink of yours through something they did. that little surprised face and then the WICKED grin and then they say some shit like “oh? so you like this? yeah?” and then they do it again??? it gets to me every time on god

this might not be your cup of tea, if it isn’t please ignore it :) but could you do a fic like the one you wrote about abi x john but the reader is the camp’s working lady. and arthur, john (in a world where he’s not with abigail), kieran, micah, etc. all pass her around with dutch also watching and kinda making comments while smoking a cigar? then he joins somehow idk. i just want some humiliation and exhibitionism lol. if it’s not something you’re comfortable with please ignore this!! and i’m sorry lol

Welp, here it is anon, The Smuttiest Fic to End All Smutty Fics! This took me a really long time to write, it’s 15 pages and pretty much all the VDL Gang guys get a look in. I did have to make some cuts just so it wasn’t obscenely long, so sorry to any fans of Hosea, Trelawny, Strauss, Swanson and Pearson.

This does involve basically a gang bang (though all the boys are very polite and wait for their turn), but I fully appreciate as anon said this might no be everyone’s cup of tea! If you’d just like to read your favourite feller, I have separated them out into their individually named sections. However, some might still have interjections from Dutch and other members in the gang!

I think I’m basically going to say this is my Christmas present to you all. So happy holidays and happy gang gang banging with the VDL lads!

Warning: Degrading language, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, hint at breeding kink, explicit sexual content - including penetrative sex, group sex, oral sex, anal sex.

“Well, gentlemen. Looks like it’s that time again already.” Dutch smiled as the men gathered around, and you heard several chuckles of amusement, along with mutters of approval. Dutch had you naked, sitting on his knee, facing the half-shadowed forms of the other Van Der Linde men. You could just make out Arthur, Micah and John at the front, but the others were following shortly behind them.

Dutch’s hands firmly squeezed your breasts, before trailing down your stomach and forcing your legs apart, so everyone gathered could get a good look at you. He popped his thumb in his mouth, then brought his finger back down to your slit and began to circle your clit. You let out a small moan and involuntarily thrust your hips against his right hand, though the firm grip of his left on your leg meant you had to keep your legs open. The coldness of his rings pressed down against your thigh.

“I have asked our darling Miss Y/L/N, and she has very kindly agreed to this once more, though I think she’s just as keen.”

You’re were growing wetter by the minute and could feel Dutch’s hard cock pressed into your ass. You wiggled your hips against it, but he shifted your weight and then slipped a finger inside you so you forgot all about your attempt.

There’s a shuffling around as the men draw lots from a hat. For those who got to go first there followed a satisfied, pleased hum. Those going last kicked up more of a fuss.

“Oh, come on!” Sean yelled out, his tone frustrated and disappointed.

“Wha’ number you get?” Arthur asked.

“Eight! Why, what’d you get, English?”

Arthur chuckled heartily on hearing it. “One.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

“That’s enough, Sean,” Dutch commanded, as your head lolled back against his broad shoulder and his fingers ensure you’re ready to take any man present here, no matter how big their cock. You watched as the men sat or stood around in a circle. In the centre there was a table and a chair, around the edge a few tents and a bedroll or two, should a man prefer a little more privacy. Though there’s very little you can keep private during this event.

“Are you ready, Miss?” Dutch asked you softly.

You nod and he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy, you feel the muscles try to tighten around him as he withdrew from you and you let you a little sobbing moan of complaint.

“There, there, my dear. We shan’t keep you waiting for long. Arthur, my boy, are you ready?”

Arthur nodded. You could see the thick outline of his cock pressed tightly against his jeans and immediately wanted to help him.

“Alright then.” Dutch soothingly helps you off his lap and Arthur gently picked you up into his arms. Your intimate knowledge of the men goes without saying, and Arthur had always been a romantic, even if he didn’t like to admit it.

He gently brushed his nose against your ear, inhaling your scent and softly murmured, “Glad I get to have you first.”

Arthur

You weren’t going to lie, you were glad that Arthur was the first in line. He was usually far softer and more patient than some of the other men, and would always make sure you were ready to take him.

He carried you over to the tent, where Charles was sitting nearby, and then lay you down gently on the bedroll. Arthur kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your breasts, your nipples hardening against the roughness of his stubble. One of his hands found yours and entwined your fingers with his.

He continued to kiss you down your stomach, where he chuckled at the slight tension in your belly as nipped at your skin, until he eventually reached your mound and looked up at you, as though waiting for your permission. You nodded and his warm hands pushed open your legs further, and he dove in immediately sucking on your clit. You moaned at the contact and arched your back, your hands scrabbling in his hair and your feet pressed against his shoulders.

He continued sucking and licking, his tongue sliding down to your entrance and then teasingly run back to your clit, till you could feel your thighs shaking and an ache building between your legs.

“Arthur, I need-!”

“I know, darlin’, I know,” he murmured soothingly and then slipped his forefinger inside you, and you gasped at the sensation. Your hips rolled involuntarily and you more felt than heard Arthur’s chuckle of approval. His thumb grazed your clit and you closed your eyes, desperately chasing the sweet relief of your orgasm. You would probably come many times tonight, but Arthur was always so considerate and almost loving towards you, that you adored coming apart in his arms.

“C’mon, son. There’s others who are still waiting,” Dutch’s voice came out of the gloom and was a key reminder that you weren’t alone in Arthur’s tent.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’,” Arthur muttered and pulled his fingers out from your slit. The cold evening air made you shiver when he sat up on his haunches, but as soon as he had undone his pants and lain back down on top of you, the warmth that emanated from Arthur made you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You felt his cock twitch as he pressed it against you and he rubbed it against your clit, making you whine and try to reposition your hips so he would slip inside you.

“Easy now, girl,” he crooned, then he cupped your face and forced you to look up into his eyes. “You know how I like you looking at me.” You nodded and then he slowly began to push his cock inside you. You let out a moan and dropped your head back, as your slick enabled him to sink deeply inside you.

His arms encased you, as he began to slowly thrust until you could feel every inch of him. A strong hand cupped the back of your head, bringing your gaze to his and you felt like you could drown in his ocean-coloured eyes. His other hand wrapped around the back of your leg, raising it around his hips and you whimpered at the intensity of it all.

He ran his nose over your cheek and jaw. “So goddamn beautiful,” he whispered against your cheek. You brought his hands to your breasts and Arthur complied, giving them a gentle squeeze and then teasing your nipples. He raised his hips slightly and one hand snaked down to your clit.

“Goin’ to make sure you feel good too,” he said.

“I already do,” you panted back, his clever fingers finding some slick and then lightly playing with your clit, until you were moaning in his arms.

You could feel the first delicious waves creeping up on you, the wonderful sound of Arthur’s thighs slapping into yours driving you wild and you bucked your hips up harder as his movements grew rougher and faster. He kissed your neck and then bit down hard, and you smiled at that little possessive streak of Arthur came out knowing he was determined to leave his mark on you. You felt your toes curl as the delicious whirl of pleasure shot through you and you found yourself whining and shaking in Arthur’s arms.

He let out a muffled groan, and you always got the sense he would love nothing more than to cum inside you, but, as always, he pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Warm streaks of white cum painted your belly and thighs. He gently cupped your sex and soothingly rubbed down your thighs.

“Good girl,” he said. He pulled out a handkerchief, wiping you clean and then tucked himself away, before scooping you up in his arms again. He did not have to walk far though, as Charles extended his own arms towards you and Arthur tenderly placed you in them, your head lolling against Charles’ firm shoulder.

Charles

Charles reached a hand down to your wet pussy and circled your clit, letting you shudder and whine at the sensitivity, before he reached down to push two fingers into your aching slit. He stretched you out and you saw Dutch’s look of approval as you were opened up for the other men to look at you. You gazed up at Charles, feeling dreamy and warm in his arms, and he softly kissed you.

Charles’ cock was long and thick, so his preferred method was having you turn away from him and slowly fuck him at your own pace. He would still press his fingers on your clit and make you gasp, as the sensitive bud of nerves sent spirals of pleasure running through your body.

He positioned you gently and let you sink down onto his length, allowing you to take you time as his length stretched you out. You moaned and rolled your hips to grow used to him.

‘That’s always a pretty sight, seeing Charles’ cock split you, darling,’ Dutch said, his dark eyes watching you with an excited gleam in them.

Charles leaned back comfortably, his fingers digging slightly into your hips. He didn’t thrust up inside you as you began to fuck him, he knew all too well that doing so would mean he hit your cervix, and it would be painful for you if you weren’t ready.

‘How she feel, Charles?’ Dutch asked.

The man behind you let out a soft, grumbly groan, he gripped your waist and brought you down on his hardness more firmly. You let out a whine as the pleasure built rapidly, getting to control how you fucked him and the speed meant your orgasm was building up quickly and easily.

‘She feels good.’ Charles gave a single thrust up inside you, unable to resist. ‘Really good, warm and wet.’

‘Bet she does. I pity whoever has to go last, she’ll be a sloppy mess by the end. That pretty little cunt will be ruined.’

Several laughs from the other men follow Dutch’s comment. You let out a moan as Dutch’s filthy words sent a shiver through you. It should have disgusted you, but being used like this, being made to feel utterly debauched and all these men having a claim over you, made you feel so good.

Charles’ fingers circle your clit more furiously, the lube on his fingers makes it feel so good and you could feel yourself heading towards the peak of your pleasure rapidly. You grip Charles’ wrist tightly, your thighs slapping against his and pushing him onwards.

‘C’mon Charles, or you’re going to be there forever,’ Sean whined. He was palming himself through his pants and you bite your lip seeing his desperation. Sean makes a noise of both complaint and pleasure when you do.

You’re so close to coming undone, but Dutch approached you both. ‘He has a point, son. Can’t keep everyone waiting.’

You see the thick outline of Dutch’s cock pressed against his pants and you look up at him with deep longing in your eyes. Dutch chuckled and touched your lower lip with his thumb, your tongue slipped out and you sucked hard on it. He pulled his hand back, the finger slipping out with a loud pop.

‘You can put that mouth to better use later, my dear.’

Charles grabbed hold of your hair, forcing you back and begins to pound into you. His cock reached deeper inside you and a moan slipped from your lips, as you lay your head back on his shoulder. Little sparks of pleasure began to build through you and you could feel your pussy fluttering around him. You closed your eyes, your thighs being gripped by Charles, and felt your toes curl as a wave of bliss washed over you. You’re left gasping as a sharp jolt of pleasure coursed through you and then kept going as Charles thrust into you harder and faster, until he let out a muffled groan into your hair. He buried himself to the hilt in you and you knew he had come inside you.

Bill

The orgasm had left you feeling boneless and weak, you rest your head against Charles’ chest, longing for nothing more than to curl up into him and fall asleep. But Bill was having none of that. He yanked you upright, making you whimper as you were roughly pulled off Charles’ cock, and then picked you up and dropped you on the table like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Come on now, Bill.” Dutch smiled as he watched you both. “Be gentle with her.”

You heard Bill spit into his palm and watched him coat his cock with it, then without much warning thrust inside of you. You guessed you should be grateful that you were already sopping wet from your time with Arthur and Charles, but Bill barely gave you time to think as he began to roughly and furiously fuck you.

You gripped onto the edges of the table, as his sloppy thrusts pushed you backwards and when you heard Charles give a tetchy sigh, you looked over to him. His dark brown eyes stared back into your own and you felt at least a little pleasure begin to build, when you remembered the wonderful orgasm you had shared with him. But a thick, heavy hand grabbed hold of your jaw and forced your head back to look at Bill. His face was red and flushed, his brow furrowed and he was biting his lip hard.

“Goddammit, don’t look at him, when I’m fucking you.”

You heard a soft huff of laughter behind you. “He’s quite right, my dear,” Dutch said. “You know the rules. Once you’re done fucking one man, you must only have eyes for whoever’s fucking you next.”

You suddenly felt Bill pull out of you and were surprised that he was apparently already done. But you had been mistaken when the man coated his fingers in your slick, and then began to tease your arsehole. You keened and tried to pull away, but Bill determinedly pulled you back and worked his forefinger into your tight hole. It felt intrusive and more intense, but was already starting to feel good.

He dragged your legs closer to the table’s edge and then began to push into your arsehole with his cock. The burning stretch was unbelievable, even with his preparation beforehand and Charles’ cum coating your thighs and butt. You scrabbled against Bill, trying to gain some leverage but he caught hold of your wrists and pinned you down to the table. Finally, he bottomed out inside of you and you let out a deep groan.

“What a pretty noise that was,” Dutch remarked.

As though pleased by the approval Dutch had given, Bill began to fuck you. You were glad he was going slowly, but his cock pushed into you further every time. You were still pinned to the table, so could do nothing but lie there and take it.

“Wrap your legs around me, girl!” Bill demanded.

You obediently raised your legs around his hips, though the movement made you feel every stroke all the more and you whimpered as he began to move faster.

“That’s it, that’s it, just like that. Just like the goddamn whore you are!” Bill muttered furiously. Though you had been fucked in your arsehole before, it certainly felt different, more intense and you felt vulnerable. Utterly used and spent. But Bill gave your clit or sensitive nipples no attention, so by the time he let out a strangled groan and poured himself into your ass, you were feeling a little frustrated and needy.

As he withdrew, and your legs helplessly flopped over the edge of the table, you felt his cum spill from your ass. But you closed your eyes enjoying the brief respite.

Lenny

“Come on, who’s next?” Dutch demanded, as the pause went on. Eventually you heard footsteps approaching you and you looked up to see Lenny.

“Can I not just have her in my tent?” Lenny asked, you saw him fishing around in his pocket for something.

“You know the rules, part of the enjoyment comes from seeing everyone make use of her.”

Lenny sighed softly, but he had reached you and was gently stroking the damp curls between your legs, you felt his thumb brush lightly against your clit, making you whimper and squeeze your thighs together.

He pushed your legs open and you soon realised he had been looking for a handkerchief. He gently cleaned up the cum Bill and Charles had left behind, before he went to his knees and you pressed your lips together. Lenny watched you intensely, before pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit and you let out a hopeless moan. His warm hands crawled up your waist to your breasts, gently teasing your nipples with his fingers. For all he had been rather naïve to the ways of women at first, you had to give it to him, he was a fast learner!

You found yourself wondering if he was deliberately making up for Bill’s lack of attention, as your nipples stood hard against his fingers and his tongue dipped inside your wet pussy. You weren’t sure if you truly had much left within you to give, even though the heighten sensitivity meant you were soon trying to escape the relentlessness of Lenny’s tongue and pushing away his hands.

“Goddammit, boss, he’s taking forever! Just fuck her, boy!” Micah’s callous voice rang out.

Dutch chuckled at Micah’s impatience. “Come on, Lenny. She’ll come enough times without you doing that.”

Lenny lifted his head and you watched him loosen his cock from the confines of his pants, before he sunk into your aching cunt. “Fuck,” he murmured softly against your neck, before he trailed kisses down your chest and began to lick your nipples.

You whined and wrapped your legs around him, Lenny placed his arms by your head, so you were slightly obscured from view as his length slid over you wet clit.

“You feel so good,” he whispered gently. “Some time this week I’m going to have you in my tent, away from everyone else. Don’t want anyone else to watch.”

For all his promised plans though, his cock was hard, he’d still been turned on by seeing the others fuck you. But you knew Lenny enjoyed being gentle and warm with you. You cupped his face, feeling the light brush of hair on his upper lip and the man let out a strangled whine as you did.

“Take me, Lenny.”

He sighed against your hair and began to press kisses against your neck again, then his cock slipped inside you and he let out a soft moan of pleasure. You ran your hands down his waist and over his butt, pushing him deeper inside you. “You’re so perfect, so good. Hold me.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he began to pick up the pace and slid his cock in and out of your soaking wet slit. “Lenny, please I need you.”

He kissed your lips, his tongue slipping between them and moaning into your mouth. You could feel his cock sliding deeply inside of you and his groin rubbing against your clit, you let out a whimper.

“Fuck…” he murmured. “You’re too wet, I’m not going to last long.”

You ran your hands over his back soothingly and pressed kisses against the warm, dark skin of his neck. “You don’t have to last, just let me hold you, you’re such a good man, Lenny.”

You were surprised when Lenny let out a choking groan and buried his face into your shoulder. You felt his buttocks clench tightly and then he stilled while still inside you.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I was out on a job last night and hearing what you said-”

You tenderly cut him off with a kiss, then stroked his cheek. “It was still good, Lenny.”

John

Lenny awkwardly got up, giving your slit a quick wipe with his thumb, but otherwise leaving you leaking all over the table. As you raised your head, John nodded and beckoned you to come over to him. You got to your feet, though staggered a little, but eventually managed to make you way to him. John watched the sway of your hips intensely and you could see his erection was pressed against his pants.

He unbuttoned his pants and then lay back, allowing you to straddle him and shift your hips till his cock brushed against your entrance. John was looking at you, his brown eyes wide and drinking in you in, but otherwise he was silent.

He always liked you taking control with him and riding him. Though after the previous experiences you’d had with Arthur, Charles, Bill and Lenny you wished for once he would just pound into you. Your legs felt like jelly and doubtless this would be a sloppy ride. Then again, when John was like this, flushed, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and biting his lip hard, he rarely lasted long.

You sunk down onto him and John let out a loud groan as you did. You rolled your hips and John’s hand eagerly found your waist and then your breasts. You trailed your hands up John’s chest, grazing your nails over his nipples in the way he liked and heard that pretty raspy whine he would always give.

He pushed his hips up to meet yours and you sat more heavily on his thighs, so his movement would be restricted. You grabbed hold of his hands and pinned them above his head. John choked out a moan as you began to fuck him faster. He struggled under your grip and you allowed him to lift himself up a little, so his mouth could eagerly find your nipple and suck on it fiercely. You closed your eyes and moaned as he wrapped his tongue around the taut bud.

“Ahh, Marston, always one to be bossed around by his woman,” Dutch chuckled, and you heard a few mutters of agreement from the other men and short bursts of laughter.

John pulled his mouth off your breast and you thought that his usually argumentative nature would mean he would bite back at Dutch. But instead, he found your other breast and began to lavish the same attention to your other nipple.

“Though, I do agree with him. Not enough of you have been paying attention to our darling girl’s breasts this evening, and when they’re as pretty as that how can you not?”

You felt a hand, heavy with rings, wrap around your other breast, fingers teasing the nipple until you gave a throaty moan and dropped your head back. John’s long cock was still pounding into you, but he managed to get away his hand from your grip and pushed away Dutch’s hand.

“Mine,” was all he muttered, while his thighs slapped into yours, the obscene squelching between your thighs making you realise how much cum was being pushed further inside you. You heard Dutch’s laugh, but he walked away to allow John to finish undisturbed.

You pushed John back down against the bedroll, scratching back down his chest and further down until you reached where you were joined. You slipped your hand amongst the thatch of hair between your legs and finding your clit began to stroke it, the growing ache sparking back into life. John was watching you closely, his eyes dark and his teeth biting into his lower lip.

You squeezed your thighs tightly around John, you usually found that the second or third orgasm was more difficult to reach, your body already tired. But you rode him harder, your pussy clenching tightly around him and making John grunt and whimper into your shoulder. You pushed your breast against his mouth and he eagerly sucked on the nipple, the sharp sweet pleasure spiralling down and making you drop your head back as your third orgasm swept through you. Not as strong or heady as the others, but still good.

John suddenly let go of your breast and bit down on your neck, sucking hard and letting out a strangled moan before burying himself deep into you. He fell silent and still. You ran your hands several times through his hair and wiped the sweat away from his brow.

“You’re such a good boy, John,” you murmured softly and he nodded, pressing his face against your chest. You gave him a kiss on his forehead and then carefully got up, a trail of cum slicking down your leg and walked back over to the table, waiting for whoever was next.

Kieran

Kieran nervously approached you, he already looked worried and apprehensive. His hands covered his crotch and at first you thought he was hiding his erection, but when you went to undo his pants, you realised his cock was flaccid. His cheeks were pink and he looked down, but avoided your eye.

“I’m sorry, I just… with everyone here…” Kieran stammered.

You gently caressed his cock and it twitched slightly in your hand, but remained resolutely floppy. You took him into your mouth and began to suck, feeling the cock growing harder. But as Kieran took in a gasp of air, he looked up, and seeing everyone’s eyes on him meant he lost it.

“I’m sorry, you should just have whoever’s next,” he said miserably.

“No, Kieran,” Dutch answered for you. “You want to be part of this gang, you fuck that girl. After all, she’s treated everyone so well.”

Kieran gave a whimper as you continued to move your head back and forth, but it didn’t seem to help much. Finally, you got up and removed the kerchief around Kieran’s neck. You walked him over to a chair, so he was more hidden from view, and then tied the kerchief around his eyes. You knelt between his legs and undid his shirt, so his pale chest was before you.

You stroked a hand up his stomach and saw his cock jolt slightly. “It’s just you and me here, Kieran. Just listen to me and pay attention to everything I’m doing.” You sat in his lap and began to stroke his cock. “Does that feel good?”

He let out a shaky whine and nodded fiercely. “I keep thinking though…”

“Shh,” you whispered, then kissed his cheek, moving your lips down his cheek through the scraggly hair of his beard and sucking lightly on his earlobe. He let out a small gasp and thrust up into your hand.

“I’ve seen you looking at me,” you whispered so no one else could hear. “I’ve seen you gazing after me when my shirt gets soaked while I’m doing laundry or when I bend down to pick something up. And yet you’ve always been so sweet and polite, keeping your distance. Have you never wanted to fuck me?”

Kieran’s cock became heavy and hard in your hand and he let out a moan. He nodded once more. “I have, but… you’re so busy… and the other men…”

“Kieran, sweetheart, I’ll always make time for you. You’re allowed to call on me,” you said sweetly and felt him shudder against you. He suddenly lifted his right hand from the box and managed to find your waist.

“Can I… Can I touch your breasts?”

You almost melted at how sweet he was, in asking so considerately. You raised his right hand to your breast and he instinctively kneaded the flesh, before finding your nipple and slowly rolling it between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh.

“Mm, Kieran. You might have never touched me before, but you sure know how to.”

Kieran moaned against your neck, his hips furiously thrusting upwards, your hand slick with his pre-cum.

“My dear, you might want to-” Dutch began to say, but he was cut off as Kieran let out a garbled cry and his cum spurted all over your hands and fingers. He whined into your shoulder, as you milked him for all his was worth. You felt Kieran’s body shudder against you and then he let out a sigh, his body going limp. You heard Dutch’s testy sigh of annoyance.

“Dutch, he’s new-” you started to say, hoping to defend Kieran.

Dutch rolled his eyes and shook his head at Kieran. “Duffy, at some other time you best take Miss Y/L/N into your tent and actually fuck her properly. I’ll let you off this once, but don’t let it happen again.”

Kieran nodded weakly, then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to you. You kissed the warm red flush on his cheeks, then began to lick away the sticky mess from your fingers. Kieran watched you, his eyes wide. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch against your leg. Maybe Dutch’s plan would happen sooner than he thought.

Javier

“You done yet?” Javier was waiting behind Kieran and the he watched the other man scurry away quickly. You finished wiping your hands and looked at Javier. He gave you a quick smile and then sat down in the chair.

“How do you want me?” you asked.

Javier tilted his head slightly and gestured to his lap. “How do you think?”

You smiled sweetly and then undid Javier’s pants, pulling free his length and straddling him. Your dripping pussy rubbed along his cock and you felt him grind up against you. But Javier let out a testy sigh.

“You ain’t even going to try to romance me?”

“Everyone else keeps telling me to hurry up,” You said.

“And will do the same with you, Javier! Ya ain’t here t’ have a chat!” Sean complained loudly.

Javier waved his hand flippantly at the other man, dismissing him. He pulled you closer against him till your breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. Javier’s mouth ran along your jaw and up to your ear, lightly pressing kisses and then sucking on your earlobe making you shiver.

“There’s always time for a little sweet talk, ain’t there mi amor?” he asked you, before rolling his hips against yours and making you let out a small moan of pleasure as the head of his cock pressed against your clit.

You pulled back so you could look into his eyes. “For you, Javier, always.” You ran your hand through his hair, that he had loosened, and felt him eagerly press into your palm. You stroked down his chest, lifting yourself up slightly so you could reach down and push his cock inside of you. Javier dropped his head back, letting out a small sigh and immediately thrusting up.

“Mm, you feel good, sweetheart.”

You barely had to do a thing, as Javier kept a smooth pace of thrusting in and out of you, which you were certainly grateful for now that your legs felt like jelly. His mouth found your neck and jaw, nibbling and kissing the bare skin, one hand cupping your breast and squeezing the nipple.

“How did we get so lucky?” he crooned softly. You only managed a quiet moan in response and he began to push you harder against him, forcing you to grind your clit against his groin. “Come on, sweetheart, want you louder than that.”

You whined at the sensation already sending small waves of pleasure through you as Javier’s hands travelled down to your ass and forced you to rotate your hips. He was always so attentive to you and you were flattered that he cared so much about fulfilling your own desire, as well as his.

“Ah, Javier, always such a charmer!” Dutch chuckled slightly. “Always so polite with the ladies.”

Javier’s eyes stayed fixed on you as he rhythmically fucked you. “When the lady is as beautiful as Y/N, it’s easy to be charming.”

You let out a breathy groan, but he quickly silenced you with a deep, passionate kiss. Javier’s tongue slipped past your lips and you moaned into his mouth. His hands made their way down to your waist, your thighs and then around your butt. Forcing you to ride him harder and faster.

You stopped the kiss and pressed your forehead against Javier’s, the sensitivity making you close your eyes and squirm. One of his hands stroked gently over your thigh and then slipped between you, finding your clit.

“Javier, I can’t!” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can. One for me, mi amor. It’s not fair everyone else gets to see that pretty face of yours lost in pleasure.”

You were too far gone to even point out that not everyone had tried to bring you to orgasm, but Javier’s sweet words and clever fingers soon forced your body into another wave of release. It was less strong and almost caught between both pleasure and pain. You ended up clinging to Javier as he pounded into you, holding you close and riding through his own climax. You barely heard him groaning into your hair.

“So pretty, so goddamn pretty,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your cheek. You gasped softly, wishing he could lay you down in his tent and the tender way he would usually rub your back and legs.

Instead, he helped you up from his lap and placed you down on the table, so you could get your breath back. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, then turned around and headed back towards the other men.

Sean

“Ah feckin’ finally,” Sean said, eagerly making his way over to you and sitting down on the chair that Javier had vacated. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock. You sat back on the table, your legs still felt weak and tired.

“How do you want me?”

“Jus’ suck my cock first, then we’ll see.” Sean grinned excitedly, but you frowned slightly, you were all too aware that Sean tended not to last long.

“You sure?”

“My dear, it’s not your job to argue with the men about their choices. Just do as Sean says,” Dutch’s commanding voice came from behind you, so you gave a slight shrug and got to your knees in front of Sean.

You ran your hand over his cock, gently teasing his balls and watching him try to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning too loudly. He eventually gave up and stroked the back of your head. It always surprised you how gentle Sean could be, he was almost tentative with his touch.

“C’mon, darlin’, need your mouth,” he murmured, he thrust his hips up and his cock bumped against your lips. You gently slipped your tongue over the tip and Sean moaned loudly, trying to push your head down further. You grabbed his hands and held the wrists tightly, before opening your mouth and slowly swallowing Sean’s cock.

“Oh yes, darlin’, tha’s it, tha’s real good…”

You smiled as Sean began to babble away, never quiet even for a moment. You pulled back a little and then began to suck on his cock. You let go of his wrists, running your nails down his thighs and bobbing your head up and down. You moaned around him and Sean thrust harder up into your mouth.

You let him slip out of your mouth, trying to ensure he at least lasted a bit by squeezing his cock and placing a firm hand on his thigh, but Sean had grabbed the back of your head and desperately brought it down on him. Even with your lips closed, he futilely thrust against them, his cock twitching against the slickness of your lips.

“C’mon, open your mouth!”

“Sean-” you warned, but he took advantage of your mouth being opened to say his name and forced his cock in between your lips. He grabbed the back of your head and began to thrust harder and faster, his long, thin cock hitting the back of your throat. Before you knew it, Sean stood up and continued to face fuck you. He was finally quiet, just grunts and groans slipping from his lips.

“Love hearing the noise of Miss Y/L/N’s mouth as someone fucks her like that,” Dutch said jovially.

You tried to grip onto Sean’s thighs and draw back, but he was too lost in how you made him feel and when you looked up at him, eyes wide and almost pleading, he suddenly came with a strangled gasp. He almost staggered as the hot, salty cum poured down your throat, and finished with a few small thrusts.

Finally, he stopped moving, his cock now flaccid in your mouth, but eventually he pulled it out. “Goddammit,” he muttered, then grinned and chuckled slightly. He wiped away a small streak of cum from the corner of your lips. “Tha’ mouth is just too good.”

“I did try to warn you.”

Sean shrugged and patted your cheek. “Still had a good time and ol’ Sean Maguire junior had the best of times!”

He stretched his arms out wide and strolled off, as though all the men gathered would be mightily impressed by his display. You hid a giggle as he walked off, his cock still dangling between his legs, and saw Arthur roll his eyes.

Micah

You had only managed to get back to your feet, when you spotted Micah shoving Sean out of the way and walking over to you. You grabbed hold of the chair to give you some strength and support, but Micah kicked it away from your grasp.

“Hey, Micah, come on, don’t be like-!” Lenny called out.

“You’ve had your turn, boy. Now it’s mine with the little whore and I’m going to show her how a real man fucks.”

He pushed you onto the table, so your breasts were against the hard wood and you felt Micah’s finger push into your pussy. He let out a disgruntled noise of disgust. “You enjoy letting every man have his way with you here? You like knowing that you got their cum mixed inside ya?”

You nodded weakly and felt a sharp, stinging slap land on your exposed cunt. You let out a whine of pain and jolted away, but Micah pulled you back and sharply pinched your clit.

“Micah!” you whined.

“As if your sopping cunt can feel anything at this point!” He began to furiously rub at your clit and you submitted to his rough touch, pressing your forehead against the table and moaning as the intense sparks of pleasure and pain ran through you.

Until a hand made its way under your throat and forced you to look up. You found yourself gazing across the circle, Arthur’s eyes on you. He looked pissed, but unable to do anything and turned his head away.

“Hey boss, mind if I break the rules a little?” Micah asked Dutch.

“What do you mean?”

“Think I might like it if she keeps her eyes on Morgan, while I fuck her.”

“You petty bastard,” Arthur growled.

Dutch chuckled indulgently. “Alright, I’ll allow it as that’s what you want Micah.”

“Good,” Micah said and then abruptly thrust inside of you, his cock hitting your cervix and making you almost scream, more with surprise than pain. You saw Arthur’s jaw clench tightly at the sound.

But there wasn’t much time to adjust as Micah began to roughly fuck you, his balls hitting your ass. He grabbed your arms, forcing you to arch your back and then wrapped a hand around your throat, so you were helplessly looking into Arthur’s eyes. There was always that rivalry between the two, and it led to both needing to show you a good time, though you never admitted who you liked being fucked more by.

“Come on, boss. May as well take advantage,” Micah growled as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast. He kept a hand wrapped around your throat, until you were gasping for air.

Dutch smiled and unbuttoned his trousers.

“Dutch,” Arthur said warningly, presumably going to remind Dutch that when one man was fucking you, it was only meant to be one man.

“You ain’t in charge, Arthur.” Dutch’s hand squeezed one of your breasts firmly and he seemed to admire Micah’s cock disappearing into your aching cunt. Dutch unbuttoned his pants, pulling free his length and bringing it to your face. You greedily opened your mouth and swallowed him to the root. Dutch sighed with pleasure and placed a hand at the back of your head.

“That’s it, darling.” Dutch was thrusting his hips, his cock choking you and bringing tears to your eyes.

He looked up at Arthur, who was watching the situation with a low burning rage in his eyes. For all the man insisted he wasn’t a good one, he certainly had a strong sense of fairness. “Don’t you worry, Arthur, I’ll call on your help in just a moment.”

“Lot of rule changes for Micah,” Arthur muttered, but you noticed his eyes were still on you. The way your clit was being bumped and grinded against the surface of the table, brought tears to your eyes as another wave of pleasure surged through you, but the way Micah was pounding into you gave you no opportunity for rest.

Micah slapped your ass several times and you could already feel the bruises that would blossom there. “That’s it darlin’, oh you sure know how to take a man’s cock. You sure know how we like to ruin ya.”

The swirling, dizzying feel of him meant you were barely able to focus on sucking Dutch’s cock. But finally, at long last, Micah groaned and let go of your neck, instead leaning on the table. He let out a raspy groan and you felt his hot cum spill inside of you.

He certainly wasn’t interested in murmuring anything sweet or romantic to you. Instead, he pulled out and you felt the cum dribbling down your thighs. You panted and clung onto the table, feeling completely spent and used, though Dutch had yet to take his turn. You rolled onto your back and tried to get your breath back.

Dutch

You watched Micah stagger away and tried to close your legs, your slit feeling sopping wet and aching a little. But two firm hands pulled your legs apart and you let out a small whine of complaint. Dutch’s dark curly head was between your thighs and his hot gaze was studying the cum dripping from your pussy. His eyes caught yours and they gleamed with satisfaction. He pushed back the cum inside you with his thumb.

“Very pretty, my dear.”

His thumb grazed your clit and you tried to pull away, the sensitivity almost making you black out. You weren’t sure if you could take much more. Dutch tutted and shook his head.

“Now, that certainly won’t do,” he said. Then got up from his haunches and looked pass you. “Arthur, come here.”

You heard Arthur approaching you and then he was at your side. His eyes were on Dutch, but you saw his eyes flick down to your breasts. Dutch smiled and reached a hand down to your breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger harshly. You squealed and tried to roll away, but Dutch grabbed your arms and brought you back to where you had been.

“This is exactly why I need your assistance, Arthur. If you could take her arms.” Arthur’s warm, large hands gripped your wrists and pinned them to the table. “Perfect.” Dutch unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid his cock against your wet slit. You moaned and Dutch tapped his cock against your swollen clit, enjoying your gasp and the way you tried to move your legs back.

He grabbed hold of your ankles, then placed your legs over his shoulders, his cock teasing your entrance. The swirling feeling of pleasure was overwhelming and you found tears coming to your eyes.

“Please, please Dutch… I can’t take much more,” you begged.

“Oh, but my dear, you did so well this evening. It was only Kieran and Sean who missed out on your very sweet, sensitive pussy. And now, it’s so wet, so slick. Do you think if you got pregnant, you would even know who the father is?”

You shook your head dumbly and watched as a smug smile grew on Dutch’s lips. It was just as well you had got that herbal remedy to stop a pregnancy from happening, but that was why you were all the men’s favourite. No risk, all reward.

Dutch’s hand drifted by your slit again, before his large finger pushed into your entrance and you moaned. He chuckled. “I’m surprised you even felt that, you’re absolutely drenched.” You felt another finger push inside, the cold ring sending a shiver down your spine as Dutch began to work the digits in and out of your pussy.

You heard Dutch’s mocking laughter once more. “I’m surprised Arthur still has it in him, but I think hearing how wet your pussy is and seeing your breasts move like that has got him going again!”

Arthur gave a muffled grunt from behind you and you tilted your head to see Arthur’s groin almost near your face, the hard outline of his cock clearly visible against his pants. Dutch’s fingers slipped out of your pussy quickly and grabbed hold of your chin, so you could no longer gaze up at Arthur. Dutch smirked and slipped his fingers into your mouth, and you tasted the musky scent of yourself mixed with the salty bitter taste of all the men who had just had you.

As Dutch slowly slipped inside of you, you tried to pull your arms away from Arthur, so you could gain some leverage and place them against Dutch’s chest. But Arthur had your arms in a vice like grip, and with your legs over Dutch’s shoulders all you could do was cry out as the man filled you.

“Absolutely depraved, my dear. You’re dripping. This whole situation turns you on doesn’t it, having all the men have their go with you and not even in the privacy of their own tents? Shameful, my darling.”

He began to slowly thrust inside of you, plunging deeper and hitting that sensitive spot that made you tilt your head back and groan loudly.

“That’s it, my dear. Just the way I like it. Arthur, why don’t you play with her nipples, they certainly haven’t had enough attention this evening.”

Arthur’s rough fingers began to teasingly stroke your nipple, his other hand still gripping tightly onto both of your wrists. Dutch’s hand reached down between your legs and brutally slapped your clit several times, causing you to whine and try to twist away, but the way you were kept prostrate between both men meant there was no escape. Another orgasm was building as Dutch continued to fuck you, though at this point you were so exhausted you could do nothing but lie on the table and moan.

“Arthur, put your thumb in her mouth, don’t need her keeping everyone else awake.” Dutch grunted a little and Arthur complied, removing his hand from your breasts and sinking his thumb in your mouth. You greedily sucked on it and heard the man gave a groan. You gazed at Arthur, who was grinding his hips against the table.

A heavy hand forced your head back to look up at Dutch as his hips slapped forcefully against yours. He offered you a wicked smile and then said to Arthur. “Why don’t you tease that pretty little bud of hers and I’ll let you watch her have her last orgasm tonight.”

Arthur released your wrists, you could feel a slight bruise blossoming on both. As Arthur circled your clit with his fingers, you almost blacked out by the jolt of pleasure that ran through you. It was too much and you cried out. Dutch’s movements were growing faster by the minute. You could no longer keep the overwhelming rush of pleasure at bay, as your oversensitive clit was pushed further and your muscles clenched tightly around Dutch’s cock. The dwindling wave of pleasure grew in strength, before overcoming you. It surged through you and you let out a hoarse scream.

You felt like you almost had blacked out or otherwise become so loss in your pleasure that you were only half aware when Dutch groaned, pushed deep inside you and shuddered slightly. The camp had fallen quiet and your eyes focused on the soft light of a lantern. You barely realised that Dutch had pulled out, until he swept you into his arms and began to walk to his tent.

Dutch lay you down on his cot. You heard him fiddle around with the wash basin next to his shaving set, before he walked back over and you felt a damp cloth cleaning up the mess between your legs. The pleasurable exhaustion was already setting in, you were half asleep by the time he slipped in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well done, my dear.” He pressed a kiss against the back of your neck and you drifted off feeling content and warm.

Indulgence (Sir Nighteye X Reader)

Summary: “Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits start to flow. 

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist. 

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…”

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader Word Count: ~7.7K Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, public sex, BDSM themes, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sounding (not super explicit), overstimulation, light bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, surprisingly no ‘P’ in ‘V’ intercourse. 

A/N: My piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​‘s Citrus Dome collaboration, so be sure to check out the other pieces! The warnings make this sound kind of wild, and while it’s definitely filthy, it’s not as bad as it looks. If you want to get in the proper mood, you should listen to A Perfect Circle while reading this because it was my soundtrack while writing. Hope y’all enjoy!

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the “good girl” after he cums & before he pulls out is what I live for

Private Lessons: Part 2

Reader part 1 here! Dw, it follows without the buildup.

Here’s the spice! I prepped the first two chapters before I released it. I’m not a sadist, we all know we’re here for the dirty stuff. The first smut is a bit self-indulgent. I have a daddy kink, sue me. 

Kinks: Bondage, teasing, teacher x student (AGED UP), mild Daddy kink and DDLG terms (no ageplay in this house), oral sex. 

Art not mine meep.

“Well, here we are, Sensei!” you announced as you crossed the threshold into your small apartment, Aizawa close behind. The tired hero removed his shoes alongside you, lining them neatly against the wall before giving the room a quick scan. 

“Not bad. A minimalist. Just like me.” A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Are you sure you’re alright with this?” uncertainty was present in his voice as he quirked a brow skeptically and shrugged off his leather jacket. It was hard not to swoon. He somehow managed to move gracefully even during such mundane tasks. 

“Of course! it’s my fault we stayed so late anyway.“ 

"Well, more like Hizashi’s,”  he corrected you with a light chuckle, sliding one hand in his pocket and sending the other running through his silky black hair. A relieved sigh ghosted past his lips. It was strange, standing in the home of a former student, but your confidence was reassuring. "I have a feeling you wouldn’t have sang karaoke for so long if not for his insistence." 

"True, but I enjoyed it! I think I want something warm to drink." 

Aizawa watched you bound off to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but think you looked cute like that; standing on your tiptoes, quietly humming to yourself as you searched the cabinets for tea. 

"Would you like some, Mr.Aizawa?" 

He shrugged and nodded, shifting his weight to the other hip. "Sure, (Y/n)Thank you for asking… You’re very formal, you know.”

“Well, of course! I understand a few years have gone by, but I still respect you as my teacher.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind” You missed the smirk pulling at his mouth as he slumped into the dining room chair. From the corner of your eye, you noticed him rubbing his palms on his eyelids. 

Half a decade had passed since then, but you hadn’t forgotten the severe injury suffered by the hero during a villain attack on the USJ. The incident left his eyes even more sensitive than they were previously.

Your lip tilted in a slight frown and you quickly tried to shake off the thought, unable to handle the image of him wounded and, undoubtedly, scared.

“Do you need eye drops?” you offered, tone laced with genuine concern, “I actually bought some recently, they haven’t been opened yet.”

One tired, dark eye cracked opened as he turned to look at you. “My, my, aren’t you considerate?”

Something in the way he spoke the words made you squirm. You palmed the back of your neck sheepishly. The heat quickly rushing to your face. Positive he could see the tinting of your skin, you turn away in haste. 

“W-Well, I just know it doesn’t feel good to have… dry eyes.”

Shouta softened at your words. Shit, he couldn’t even mess with you when you were being so sweet; it was too fucking cute.

“No need to get all rosy-cheeked (Y/n), just stating the obvious. I have some on me, but thank you for the offer.”

Your tense muscles relaxed. Satisfied with his response, you continued the process of making tea. If you recalled correctly, his favorite flavor was spiced vanilla chai. You found the blend easily, tossing it in the pot and leaving it to steep. A pleasant, warm aroma filled the air and you inhaled deeply to savor it.

Aizawa used drops in each irritated eye and held them closed with a deep sigh. letting the soothing solution settle in. They would help the irritation, but damn did it sting when the drops first hit his eyes.

You thought now would be a good time to catch up on some phone notifications, only to be disappointed that nothing worthwhile had come through during your evening. Spam, spam, ‘10 Ways To Spice Up Your Hero Outfit,’ text I don’t want to read, ‘Notorious Villain Captured By Rookie Team Kiribaku. All junk. you continued mindlessly searching through the feed until you heard the water start to bubble.

“Anything interesting going on in the world?”

The unexpected baritone voice almost made you leap out of your skin, knocking over a teacup and sending it careening towards the floor. Shouta reached out, catching the dish moments before it hit the ground. 

Apparently, the seasoned hero’s reflexes were as sharp as ever. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, kid.”

You squinted at his tone; it was far from apologetic. If you didn’t know any better you might believe he did it on purpose just to get a rise out of you. 

"Jesus, you’re like a cat.” you hissed, still frazzled from the scare.

A satisfied smirk split his face, “I take that as the highest compliment,” Shouta hummed, replacing the cup before quirking a brow and leaning past your shoulder to examine the box of tea leaves resting behind you, "Is that vanilla spiced chai?”

“Yep!” you chirped, perking up at the recognition, “I remembered seeing you drink it a few times during my school years. Hopefully, it wasn’t just because you had no other options, heh.”

Long arms folded over his chest as he gave you a quick once over. It struck him as… interesting that you’d remember such a mundane fact.

“No, I like it.” he assured you with a soft grin, “You really remembered that huh?“

"Y-yeah. Is… is that weird?” you shrank under his gaze, fearing you’d just outed yourself as a massive creep.

“A little,” the teacher chuckled, his reassuring smile going unnoticed as you couldn’t bring yourself to match his gaze. 

Your thoughtfulness was… endearing.

“Oh, s-sorry, well uh, heRE YOU GO!” hands trembled slightly as you passed the man before you a cup of the fragrant brew. He accepted gratefully with an appreciative hum before returning to the dining table.

A comfortable silence followed; the pair of you enjoying the comforting warmth of the tea. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the sound of Aizawa’s fingers tapping rhythmically on the table broke through the quiet.  

“You know, normally people only remember tiny details like that when they have a crush.”

You choked on your drink. The sudden accusation had heat flooding to your cheeks and you starting sprinting down a path of panic and self-doubt, “WHAT!? Mr.Aizawa, please, don’t be ridiculous.”

His powerful shoulders shrugged casually as he took another lazy sip. 

“What’s All-Might’s favorite drink?” he interrogated, clearly amused and not interested in letting you escape the uncomfortable line of questioning.

You feverishly searched your memory. Dear God it was hard to even remember their faces right now, let alone their favorite drink.

“What about Midnight’s? Mic’s? Snipe’s? Any of your former classmates?” the pro hero’s tone was practically dripping with satisfaction. A smug grin creeping ever further up his cheek. Your reaction was almost too good. 

“I- I don’t know, and I bet you don’t either!” the words tumbled from you,  brows furrowed in concentration as you stared at the countertop. No way could you bring yourself to look at him right now.

“Nope, I sure don’t. But, then again,” your fingers dug into the wood, irritation creeping up your spine, “I don’t have a big. Fat. Crush on any of them." 

You slowly turned to glare at him, only to double over in laughter when greeted with his smug, toothy grin. 

”PFFFT! Okay, okay,“ giggles bubbled in your chest, forcing you to surrender, "yes, in high school, I had a crush on you. Most of the girls did, you know." 

He bobbed his head, lips held in a flat line giving him a serious expression. "This is true. I am devilishly handsome. It’s a curse, really." 

A pained groan escaped you as you rolled your eyes dramatically. You couldn’t help cracking a smile. His satirical narcissism always amused you.

"I think most female students find 'bad boy’ teachers attractive, Sensei.” You grabbed your tea and joined him at the table. A loud yawn shuddered through you when you settled into the chair opposite Shouta.

“Tired? It is pretty late. Perhaps you should sleep.” His own heavy lids drifted shut when he leaned into the chair back. 

You shook your head. "I’m alright. This will wake me up a bit. I know you stay up late most nights and I can’t have you rifling through my things.” He chuckled at your sly wink.

“Fair enough, I am the type.”

Another long silence followed until his voice once again cut through the air. 

“You know… there is a slight difference between you and the girls who normally swoon over me.”

“Oh?” You asked, taking another sip and preparing yourself for the 'you’re much more mature and less annoying,’ trope.

“I haven’t become attracted to any of them.”

Tea sputtered across the table as it rocketed from your lips. Shouta erupted into a rare and genuine fit of roaring laughter. He ran to your kitchen, pulling some paper towel’s from the counter before returning to help with the mess.

“Are we in a 1990’s sitcom?" 

Angrily, you snatched the towel from him, trying unsuccessfully to stop tea from trickling to the floor. 

"Why would you say something like that!? How embarrassing,”

Shouta crossed his arms and looked you over, watching your hands work frantically to clear the area of spilled liquid.  

“Because it’s true.”

The words shot jolts of electricity up your spine and you couldn’t help but stammer. “ I-I think you had too much to drink.“ 

"Nope,” he shook his head, grinning slightly, “Sober as a bird.”

Shit. 

Breathing became difficult as your throat constricted. Were you really hearing this? Shouta Aizawa, pro hero Eraserhead, your former teacher, just confessed to you.  

“But hey,” he added casually, throwing his hands up. “if you’ve grown out of that crush I understand. No hard feelings.”

Your eyes lifted from the spill and slowly scanned his frame, paying special attention to the way his toned stomach remained visible through his tight-fitting black sweater. His body was relaxed yet alert, and that fucking hair of his. It rippled in loose waves around his shoulders and you couldn’t help imagining how it would feel tangled in your grip as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The lewd thoughts sent your heart racing and your face filled with blood.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” he chuckled, noticing your dazed appearance. He scratched his head in thought, glancing to the side momentarily before setting his eyes on you again. “Well, if you wanted to test it out, I could always give you… a kiss?”

Oh fuck. 

“I never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, though. So if I’m being a creep, let me know. I’ll back right off.”

You knew he meant it, but with the way your mind was spinning and your eyes roved his solid frame, you knew there was no chance in hell you’d let this opportunity slip through your fingers. Jesus, you were practically drooling just admiring his fully clothed body.

“Y-Yeah, okay.” you barely managed to squeak out the words.

“'Yeah okay’ leave you alone? Or 'yeah okay, kiss me Sensei?’”

You shut your eyes tight and felt the tension rise in your neck and cheekbones, before mustering up the courage to answer.  

“Y-yes, you can kiss me… if you want.”

Gentle hands slipped around your waist, lifting you from the wooden chair. They pulled you closer, and he tilted your chin up to his soft gaze.

“You know,” came his silky voice, so low and soothing, “it might be nice if you looked at me, even if just for a second. Don’t you wanna make sure you’re kissing the right person?”

You chuckled at that, opening one eye dramatically for a quick peek. His handsome face beamed down at you and you can’t remember the last time you felt butterflies take off in your stomach. 

“Yep, that’s the right guy.”

His rugged features softened at your words. He was mesmerized by the innocence in your needy, lust blown eyes. Cool, nimble fingers brushed soft strands of hair from your face as the other came up to cup your cheek, almost protective in the way he cradled it in his palm.

“You’re beautiful…(Y/n).”

Your plush lips parted and his mouth pressed against yours in a slow, passionate kiss that had you leaning, no, melting into his touch as quiet moans of comfort reverberated between your lips. It was like a soothing melody; almost unheard and meant only for you. The gentle tickle of his tongue dancing with yours, the pauses, groans, and sighs, all worked together to put you in a blissful trance.

A small whine left you as he pulled away.

“So,” he sighed, forehead resting against yours affectionately, “still have a thing for your grouchy homeroom teacher?" 

His half-lidded eyes searched your face, brows furrowed in focus as he sought out any signs of discomfort or trepidation.

If you didn’t before, you sure as shit would after that. 

"Mhm,” is all you could manage through your almost painful grin, pleasant warmth bloomed in your chest and spread throughout your limbs. You buried your face in his strong chest, earning an ‘aww’ from the rugged man above you. He laughed gently as he stroked your hair, enjoying the way you sought comfort in his arms. 

Shouta couldn’t help noticing something different in the way you now clung to him. 

“My goodness,” he spoke slowly, the bass in his voice vibrating your shoulder, giving you a pleasant shiver. A nervous knot formed in your stomach when he suddenly pulled back to examine you, “my dear student, your face is quite red… you seem to have gotten a bit warmer as well." 

Amusement and arousal welled in him when you squirmed beneath his scrutinizing gaze. "Could it be that someone’s a little… excited?”

Your knees grew weak and you let out a needy, shuddering whine. It wasn’t until then that you noticed how wet you’d become from the kiss. 

“Hmmm… I thought so.” he clicked his tongue, “Flushed cheeks, warm skin, thighs squeezing together for just a hint of friction. All the signs are there."  Thick ribbons of raven hair rustled elegantly as he shook his head with a hopeless sigh.

"Yeah… so what if I am?” you giggled, somehow completely unashamed, burying your face in the safety of his chest once more. He pulled you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“If you’d like, I can offer you some… relief.”

The words ignited you, legs trembling and muscles going weak in his embrace. It didn’t go unnoticed and Aizawa nipped your earlobe with a devilish grin. He gripped your chin, turning you towards the dining room. “You have a really nice table over there, why don’t you go lay on it for me?”

You peered back at him, mind swirling with all the possibilities; all of which ended with you screaming his name for everyone in the building to hear. Reluctantly, you pulled away, legs barely supporting you as you drifted to the table where you sat, legs crossed and dangling over the edge. 

Aizawa approached you, confident now that you wanted this just as badly as he did. Your bare knee grazed his thighs as his long, thin fingers slipped up your exposed calves, sending a light shiver up your sides. His mouth hovered close to yours, warm breath breezing over your plush, parted lips, thrilling you with the possibility of another mind-blowing kiss. 

Fuck, you wanted him. You needed him. 

“Yeah,” he growled, looking down at your closely folded legs, “that’s not gonna work for me." 

Faster than you could react, his irises flashed red as he bound you with his capture weapon, spreading your legs for better access. You squeaked pitifully in surprise, much to his satisfaction.

"Gotcha,” he chuckled, hands holding the fabric out to either side of you. He groaned at the sight. You chest heaving with need, eyes wide, legs spread open like a book before him. It sent a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins. 

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. 

“You really are considerate,” he purred, quirking a brow to look up at you, “Did you wear a skirt hoping I’d do this?“

You knew he didn’t need an answer. He was getting off on watching you writhe beneath him, and you loved every second of it. You’d half expected him to chide you for wearing something so unsuitable in cold weather, but thankfully he seemed to be thinking with his other head for the time being. 

He pushed down hard on your shoulder, urging you to lay flat on your back, your legs still held open wide by the strong fabric. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he relished in your helpless appearance.

"This is just how I imagined you. Aching, on display, and ready for me to inspect.” He clicked his tongue, pondering over his options. “I think since you’re so partial to formality, you should continue calling me, 'Mr. Aizawa, 'Sensei,’ and, 'Sir.’ Do you understand,(Y/n)?”

You’re so high on adrenaline and dopamine all you can focus on is your unending need to be fucked senseless. You nodded, but he shook his head. “That’s not an answer, princess.”

“Y-yes Mr. Aizawai, Sir.”

"There you go.” he groaned, blood rushing to his already stiffening cock, “You always were a fast learner.”

“W-wait,” you tried to protest as he wrapped one end of the scarf around his own shoulder, freeing his left hand to toy with your dripping folds.

“Shhh… Let your teacher get a good look at you.” A violent blush claimed your cheeks and you squirmed against the restraints. Fuck, he was so close, staring right at your quivering pussy with darkened eyes. “Be bashful all you want, I see everything just fine.”

Steady fingers reached forward, confident as they pulled your panties to the side to reveal your puffy pink lips. You tensed up at the sudden vulnerability, exposed for his viewing pleasure and powerless to close your legs and hide it.

His lips pursed to form a low whistle.

“Damn… to think you were hiding something so perfect from me this whole time. What a pretty little pussy you have… You tense up when I look at it,” he groaned, tilting his head slightly, “the way it squeezes around nothing… so eager. it makes me want to sink my cock into you.”

Your hands flew to your face in a failed attempt to shield your embarrassment and stifle the shameless moan that ripped through your body. It felt like a fire was sparking to life between your legs with every second you withered under his lustful gaze.

His thumb grazed your opening, collecting just enough dew to prime your clit for him to rub.

"Ahhh, M-Mister Aizawa, pleeease.”

He gently stroked the swollen bud, steadily tapping and flicking, watching your hips buck to the rhythm as you twitched with every jolt emanating from the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Just making sure it’s nice and ready for me.” His palm turned upward and he took the time to drink in your lewd expression before sliding a middle and ring finger inside your aching walls, curling them into the soft flesh that made you squeal. He cursed when he felt your walls cling to him, coating his fingers in your juices.

“S-Sensei, Ahh.”

“Mmm. That’s it. Melt around my fingers, kitten.”

The pet name brought you higher than you thought possible. Your eyes rolled back and your ass arched off the table. You needed him deeper and your greedy cunt was begging for more.

“Yeah… that’s a good girl.” He was intoxicated by the image of you mewling and begging while he twisted his skilled fingers, thrusting them into you over, and over again. Your cries become more desperate as he quickened the pace, fuelled by the high pitched sounds tumbling from your throat.

“Please, Sirrr” you pleaded breathlessly. 

"Please what,(Y/n)?”

“Don’t stop -ah- it feels so good~”

His lips curled as he left you empty, nearly causing you to cry at the loss of contact.

“Sorry kid, but I’m a bit selfish.” Aizawa tied the ends of his scarf to the table legs, restraining your entire lower body, then pulled up a chair to position himself in front of your wide-open legs.

“That’s better,” he grumbled, pleased with his new position, “now I can get a good look at you.”

“That’s so embarrassing, stoppp” It was no use. You couldn’t move your legs against his capture weapon and the loss of control only worked to further soak your eager cunt.

“Sorry, no can do. My little girl’s pussy is way too cute not to look at.

“His” little girl?

Your heart leaped in your chest but you didn’t have time to revel in the moment.  His head dipped and he tore a small hole in your panties with his canine before ripping them from you.

"What are you doing?!”

“They were in my way. I couldn’t risk letting you escape by untying you first.” a mischevious grin split his face and it had your hair standing on end. Fuck, he was such a tease. “It was the only logical option." 

He pulled the tattered fabric to one side, leaving you completely bare. Blood rushed to his cock and a carnal growl rolled from him as his hungry eyes consumed the quivering pink flesh between your folds.

"You see,” -he propped his elbow on the table, resting his cheek lazily in one hand, starting to work against your silky walls with the other- “when I make you cum, I think I deserve to see every little shudder and throb this pretty cunt makes. Don’t you agree?”

Again you try the restraints against your thighs. 

“Tsk, tsk. See? I knew you couldn’t be trusted. Can’t have you being bashful and interrupting my show.”

You’re filled in an instant when he plunged his skilled fingers deep and your back arched off the table, head tossed back in an unrestrained moan. You were helpless against the skilled digits, grunting and whimpering as he worked you up to a peak. 

“I think this puffy clit needs some attention…” He leaned forward, pressing his tongue to the neglected bud. You moan loudly as he licks in rhythm with his beckoning fingers. Lips wrapped around the swollen bundle of nerves and he groaned against it, eyes closed as his mind swam in a lustful haze.

“Fuuuuck yes Mr. Aizawa.”

“My, my, such foul language from such a good girl. Are you maybe a little naughtier than you let on?”

You trembled as his fingers dove deeper, rubbing firmly on your g-spot. Wet, warm walls squeezed hard around the invading digits. Your hips rolled and you chanted his name like a mantra. Scruffy lips vibrated against your clit as he moaned into your pussy, your mewls of pleasure and the sweet taste of your arousal going straight to his aching cock. He pulled back briefly to notice your tensing and quivering muscles.

“Ohh… you’re getting close.” He licks your clit again, pinching it briefly between his teeth.

“P-Please don’t stop… Daddy!” 

Oh fuck, you didn’t mean to say it. But it just came out.  

His head snapped up at the name.

“Oh shit. Daddy? FUCK,” his movements began again with renewed purpose and he was about to lose his damned mind, “fuck yeah babygirl cum on my tongue.”

He wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves once more, pairing his sucking with skilled flicks of his tongue. He committed fully to pushing you over the edge and you lost yourself in the sensation. You cried out his name, jerking your hips as much as you’re able with them bound. His free hand reached up to play with your over-sensitive nipples at just the right time and you exploded around him. Your moans were shameless as you flooded his tongue and palm with your juices. His pace slowed and he rode out your orgasm, relishing in every last throb before withdrawing his hand in favor of smoothing his hands up your trembling thighs as he left one more appreciative kiss on your pussy.  

You lay spent and satisfied, panting heavily.

“Well well, someone’s happy.” He said with a grin,. “What do you say?”

“Thank you s-sir,"  you barely managed to choke out the phrase. 

"Mmm, that’s it. Come here.” He walks to where your head lays at the edge of the table and brushes his fingers on your lips.

“Clean them off for me.”

Your heart jumped and goosebumps spread over your skin, but you happily obeyed, lavishing your tongue over the digits. His breath hitched when your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him through your lashes. 

“Good girl. Fuck, (y,n) you looked so beautiful like that.” 

You softened under him, melting at the adoring look in his eyes. His nose nuzzled against yours briefly before he pecked you softly on the lips, silky tresses of his messy hair tickling over your cheek. 

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, still in a stupor from the intensity of your release. 

“Good.” 

A calloused thumb stroked your cheek. Shouta leaned down to your ear, letting warm breath breeze over your skin.

“I liked that little pet name…” 

Aizawa hummed, positioning himself so that his crotch was level with your head. Dark eyes gazed down at you with that strict, all-too-familiar expression he wore as your teacher all those years ago. 

“Then wouldn’t it be polite to repay my generosity?“

i like my men long haired and deranged

Smoke Rings on Gold Frames (18+)

Heisenberg x reader smut

Here's Part One, and Part Two.

This is a part 3 to the small smut series this has turned into. Again, this makes me so happy that’s it’s getting so much love and attention! As always, finish your dinner before you get to your dessert! <3

Warning: It’s a smut! Dominating metal man, eating out, biting, mentions of wounds, praise, slight choking, mirror play, degration. Faint mention of lycan/Heisenberg. Look how much fun you two are having!

Summary: He saved you, yes, but Alcina still didn’t like the idea of that man getting anywhere near his precious daughter. You on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t get enough of you either. In fact, how desperate was he to have you under his grip again?

- - -

You flicked your wrist against the match box, watching the slim piece of wood spark before erupting into a small bright flame.

The match quickly went towards the metal basin of your antique brass incense burner, nestling inside to scorch the loose incense blend you piled inside. The thick, rich smoke of green sage mixed with your favorite dried flowers began to perfume the air, drowning you in a comfortable smoke. You closed the lid on the metal burner, sliding the container over towards the far end of your vanity table and proceeded to look at yourself through your vanity mirror.

You lit your incense burner on evenings you felt like you needed to be alone. Usually before bed, one or all of your sisters would come by for a visit, or the maids would attend to pick up dirty garments for washing or to bring you tea. Naturally, your sisters weren't fond of the smoke, even going as far as avoiding the hallway so they weren't troubled by it. You loved your sisters dearly, but sometimes you lit your incense on purpose, especially after learning that bugs don't like smoke.

As for the maids, if they smelled it, they'd know you weren't to be disturbed.

When you arrived home on that day, Mother was quick to send you towards a bath and have your brand new dress burned. You felt like you were in that bath for an hour or more, succumbed to the warm waters filled with bubbles, flowers and heavily scented bath oils. After a while of scrubbing, relaxing and daydreaming, you left when your fingers were pruny and the flowers in your bath were shriveled and dull of their color.

You remained in your room until dinner, passing the time by reading. Alcina had dinner sent to your room, along with a bottle of a brand new wine you've never heard of before.

She's been spoiling you more than usual these passed few days since, bringing you your favorite meals and desserts, and you knew it was because of the 'incident.'

Don't get her wrong, Alcina was in fact proud that you fought off the lycan to the best of your abilities, it's what she had you trained for. As reluctant as she was to admit, she was thankful that Heisenberg saved you, even though she had no idea of the full truth.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your gray silk nightwear to reveal your healing wounds. They were minor little punctures the size of faint bullet marks along your shoulders, and weren't deep at all. But Mother, as caring as she was, gave you healing salves and a tincture to treat them so they wouldn't get infected. You opened one of the tins, slowly applying the salve along your marks with gentle fingers. They looked to be healing well, and hopefully wouldn't leave any scarring.

Losing your concentration on yourself, you began to pick up the faint voice of your Mother from the main hall. The walls were fairly thick, and your bedroom was the farthest from the entrance of the castle. If you could hear your Mother from this distance, than her voice was raised and didn't sound too happy.

Quickly fixing your clothes, you grabbed the closest article of clothing to wrap around your body before leaving your room, heading towards the hall. Your fingers finished tying the straps of your robe when you heard another voice talking back to Alcina, and it was impossible to not recognize who it was.

"Boo!" Daniela's voice spooked you from your pace, the girl giggling as you turned around quickly to acknowledge her.

"Did I scare you? Did it work?" She continued asking, joining your side as she too was curious on what was going on.

"Shh!" Another voice, Cassandra, silenced the girl as she joined along, the trio stopping at the top balcony looking over the main corridor. Bela caught up last, keeping a black shawl over her head like a hood to see what was happening. Four heads looked down to their Mother, who was dressed in her formal attire, arguing with no one other than Heisenberg, his trench coat sparkling with meting snow.

"For the last time," Heisenberg puffed out a cloud of smoke, pulling his cigar from his mouth as he pointed up towards Alcina, "When the damn things learn that they're promised a sacrificial blood bath in a couple of days, they get riled up! They're dogs, for fuck's sake! Your kid is like a walking treat to them!"

"Don't speak of my daughter that way, you pig!" Alcina sneered with venom in her voice and a killer look in her eyes. He only shrugged it off, shifting his weight from one foot to another, all while balancing is hammer over his shoulders.

"Look, I can control them to an extent. They know when to stop and when to go, when to shake hands, where to piss an' all that. But with this event coming soon, they're getting excited for anything that breathes and bleeds. That's all the excuse I can give you."

Alcina wasn't too pleased with his words, but to a certain extent she could believe what he meant. It only frightened her more to keep you inside the castle, at least until the village purge were to pass.

"Fine," She exhaled, bringing her hands to her hips. "Alright, You've made your point. Now, you know where The Duke is, go finish your business with him and go-"

"Yeaaah," Heisenberg cut the woman off, a grin beginning to form on his face. "About that, It's snowin' really bad out there."

"And?" Alcina raised a brow.

"And," He continued, "It's piling up fast. You have to go to the church, yet my place is much, much farther."

Is this man serious???

Alcina wanted to clutch his throat right then and there. He wanted to stay in HER castle??? A dirty, disgusting man like him? Who does he think he is?

"You want to stay in my castle?" She questioned with utter shock.

"Just for tonight, you clearly have the room to fit one more."

"The only place for a man like you in my castle is on the roof hanging from the flagpole at the top of the tower!"

"I said INSIDE, woman! Its fucking freezing! Don't believe me? Want me to crack open a window to prove it?!"

"Stick him in the cellars, Mother!" Daniela chirped, all heads turning towards the red headed girl. "He can sleep with the rats and play with the maids!"

Her laughter quickly grew contagious with the rest of the girls, including you as you looked towards your heavily frowning mother and a smirking Heisenberg.

"That sounds even better," Heisenberg chuckled as he brought his cigar to his lips, meeting your gaze as he blew out a puff of smoke. "A nice, warm place that's dark and filled with livestock. You won't mind if I play with one pretty little lamb, right?"

"That's enough," Alcina ordered, causing your giggles to quiet down. She exhaled as if defeated after fighting her choices. As much as she wanted to reject him and throw him out to the snow, she felt as if she at least owed him a fair amount of debt. She didn't want to, but she'd feel selfish for doing otherwise.

"Just for tonight," Alcina raised a finger towards the man, "You will be gone before the sun rises, or I'll drag you out myself. Do you understand?"

"Tall and clear."

"Hmph,” Turning away from the man, she looked up towards her daughters, who had been leaning against the balcony rails with curious eyes.

“I’ll be leaving for the night girls, I’ll be back before morning.” Alcina announced, meaning she was leaving to the church to be with Mother Miranda. It happened once in a while, and when you asked why, she would mention something along the lines of special planning and ‘special meetings with the favorite child.’ Maybe it was to discuss the village purge.

It was a few hours since Mother left and you retreated to your room. It was pretty late, and after a couple hours of tossing and turning you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. You sat up in bed with an open book in your lap and half a glass of wine in your hand. The words on the page didn’t even interest you, nor did the wine do much to distract you from your thoughts.

Heisenberg was here. In the castle.

If he wasn’t here, you’d just allow your own thoughts to put you to sleep. But the fact he was here incredibly nearby, it made you pretty anxious. A part of you wanted to go down there in the cellars to find him, but you had a lot of maids down there who probably would never keep their mouths shut. Your sisters would question it too, but then again the fact that he was down there with all the maids...

Their was a knock at your door, stealing you away from your thoughts. You tossed your book aside, downing the rest of your wine before setting your glass down on your vanity next to your lightly smoking incense burner.

At first, you thought it was one of the maids coming to you for reasons unknown. But when you opened the door, the scent of scorched tobacco smoke immediately told you otherwise.

“Karl? What’re you doing up here?” You leaned against your door a little bit, seeing the way he immediately eyed you up and down, lingering on certain areas of your body.

“Mmm, looks like you’re finally taking my advice,” He began, a grin slowly forming on his face. “Wearin’ less clothes so you don’t hide that gorgeous body.”

You shook your head, looking away from the man as you stepped aside, gesturing him to walk in.

“How did you know which room was mine?” You closed the door, watching him slowly place his hammer down to the side without it making a loud thud.

“I followed the smell,” He responded, looking around at the decor in your bedroom. “Figured yours would smell the least of rotting blood and corpses the vampire bitch is known for.”

Your room was plain and simple, with the classic elegant spin that was in every other room in the castle. You kept it clean, minus the bed you were in before. The silk sheets were tussled, the fabrics in your favorite color.

“You know if someone found out you were in here, you’d be in a lot of trouble,” You spoke with a teasing tone, walking over to take off the shades from his face, along with his hat.

“I doubt that,” He chuckled, his eyes crinkled with amusement, “I might've threatened a couple of peepers, might've not. After all, I’m just a thirsty ol’ man looking for a tall glass of water.”

You held back a laugh as you placed said items down on your vanity, looking back to see his cigar nestled in his fingers. He watched you reach over and pluck it away, meeting his gaze as you slowly took a drag from said cigar, the embers glowing brighter than the candles that bathed your room in dim light.

“Well,” You blew out the smoke slowly, seeing the swirls evaporate as they got close to Karl’s face. “Did you find it?” You leaned over to put out the cigar inside your incense burner, feeling the floor slightly shift as he took a step closer to you.

“I’m lookin’ right at it,” Came his reply, his tone low and heavy with lust. “C’mere,” His gloved hand snuck around behind your neck, forcing a fierce kiss from you.

Your hands found a hold on his trench coat, yanking it off his shoulders while his hands plastered themselves on every inch of your skin. They found your breasts, squeezing them through the thin silk fabric. Abandoning your chest, they slid down your sides before squeezing the curves of your ass, holding you as close to him as possible. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, chuckling a little before sucking the soft flesh.

“Mm,” As wonderful as this was, you had to break the kiss before his fingers could attempt to catch a firm hold on your sleepwear.

“Ah ah ah!” You shoved his hands off, forcing him to frown deeply.

“Sit down,” You motioned your head towards your bed, seeing Karl glance over it before frowning even more. “Really?”

“I said sit, Dog.” You ordered the man, even going as far as to shove him back. He caught himself this time, landing against your bed. He sat up properly, his frown replaced with a strong smile at your tone. It was cute watching you tell him what to do, but he didn’t voice it.

“I’m not having you rip up my clothes for a third time,” You proceeded to speak, staying where you were as you started to pull up the silk fabric of your gown in your hands, lifting it ever so slowly to pull off over your head.

“Yes Ma’am,” He responded slowly, watching you with intense eyes darkened with lust. It was your favorite look on him. You almost felt like you were standing top center at the church, with Karl as your only worshipper. He eyed every inch of your skin you exposed to him, relishing in the sight the second your garment fell to the ground. You stood in front of him with breasts bare, your nipples hard from the excitement.

You knew what Karl was waiting for, he didn’t try to hide it as he stared at your waist, seeing your fingers sliding along the edge of your panties. You hooked your thumbs around them and pulled them down slowly, hearing the man lightly groan when they fell to your feet, the material glistening from your wetness.

“Fuck, kitten,” He breathed, slowly pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the floor. He stood up from the bed, and while you were tempted to tell him to sit again, seeing the way he started to tug off his shirts made you silence yourself.

“That’s cute,” He started, his bare calloused hand running down your flank, making you slightly shiver, “Your little show. Very, very cute. But now it’s my turn.”

Oh? You tilted your head slightly in question.

He turned you around, making you face the large floor length mirror you kept against your wall near your closet. Bright gold metal lined the edges, giving it a rich elegant look you adored seeing, it was one of the many eye catchers in your room.

But now, you were staring at your own reflection as Karl stayed behind you, his hands traveling over your breasts again.

“I just adore these sessions of ours,” His voice rumbled in his chest against your back, watching as your attention was focused on his fingers teasing your slightly bruised nipples. “I never knew you had such a bite to your bark, (Y/n). To think their was such a freak hidden away in this pretty head of yours, it’s just another thing I’ve grown to like about you.”

He gave your nipples a rough pinch, making you jump and hiss with surprise while your back slightly arched. He shushed you almost instantly, taking away your hand before it even came close to his.

“Hurts, huh? Pain is such a fantastic way to waken up the senses, especially with the erotic type of pain.” His hands left your breasts and down to your hips, the tips of his fingers gliding ever so close to where you wanted them to be.

"You..." You spoke up again, making him halt his movements.

"What was that?"

"You talk too much." Was your response, making the man chuckle.

"Besides bein' a sexy freak, you're also such a fucking brat." One of his hands left your hips to cradle your jaw, securing your head forward to where you stared at yourself in the mirror.

His free fingers found your clit through your warm folds, making you emit a small whine as he teased you with slow, small circles.

"I wanna make you come (Y/n), but I also want you to watch yourself when I make you," Karl murmured in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth, giving a small tug. He applied more pressure against your bud, increasing his pace slightly in a way that made your stomach press against his forearm that you held, your fingernails digging into his skin as not so subtle whines left your lips.

"F-fuck," You hissed, your head slightly moving in his grip as you couldn't help yourself to look down, seeing the warm light of your room reflect off the slick that gathered on Karl's rough fingers.

"So vulgar sweetheart," His grip quickly tightened on your jaw, fingers almost bruising your skin as he moved your head back to where it was before. "I didn't tell you to move. I'm not gonna repeat myself."

It wasn't long before he set a brutally fast pace, forcing more whines and whimpers to flood his ears. Your other hand gripped his other arm, finding leverage against him as your body shuddered, feeling like you were close to losing yourself. You couldn't help but curse this man in your head that he was so capable of making you feel this way, but oh did it feel so good.

"On second thought," Karl announced before his fingers completely abandoned your folds, forcing you to let out almost a fuming, irritated groan. You were seconds away from feeling your core burst, the lack of attention quickly filling with annoyance.

"What the hell??" You wanted to yell at the man as he stepped away, looking at you with nothing but a shit eating grin. He brought his two fingers to his lips, licking at the pads before sucking on them, humming as if he was tasting ambrosia.

"I had a change of thought," He hummed, holding you by your shoulders until your back fell against the bed, looming over your form. "You got to fill out your little fantasies, now its time to fill out mine."

Karl kissed you before you could say anything else. It continued for a moment before he cut it off, proceeding to pepper kisses down your neck and chest, paying quick attention to your breasts before trailing down your stomach. His beard lightly scratched along your skin the entire way, the man kneeling down in front of the bed to get towards his prize.

He spread you apart, leaving you to close your eyes out of quiet nervousness as he glared at your flower, perfectly glistening for him.

He closed the short distance, his tongue gliding along your entire pussy in one long swipe. The new contact was more than enough to make you whine at the sensation, making the man smile against your skin. He repeated the motion a second time, the tip of his tongue spending extra seconds on your clit, making your knees raise slightly as a small mew came from you.

Any hints at being gentle were banished as he started to eat you out like a starved man. His hands pinned your thighs in place, preventing you from closing them around his head, although the idea of it wasn't a bad one. His dexterous tongue left nothing untouched, licking against your clit repeatedly and sliding inside you, fucking you with his tongue alone. His facial hair even added a prickling sensation that only added onto the pleasure, intensifying even more when he brought his lips around your clit, suckling hard.

Your hips bucked against his mouth, your fingers tightly gripping your blankets as the sounds you made reached various broken octaves. This man didn't let up, even bringing two of his fingers inside you, curling upwards in a way that had your back arching almost instantly.

This was something Karl wanted for a long time: To be in complete control of your body and give you the ultimate sensation that any human would want, pure pleasure. He could take you to that state of euphoria, and do it over and over if he wanted to. Right now, he really wanted to take you there.

"C'mon," He muttered against you, making you raise your head to stare at him with half-lidded eyes. "Come for me babygirl."

His lips returned to sucking your clit again with a perfect thrust of his fingers, the built up pleasure snapping in your lower abdomen almost instantly. The hot white delicious relief spread throughout your body like a scorching wildfire, making you cry out while covering your mouth with your fingers to prevent being so loud, but it did little to nothing. Your other hand found itself tugging at Karl's hair, fingers tangling in his silvery locks as your hips rocked against his mouth, the man sucking every drop from your core for all it was worth.

"There you go sweetheart," He cooed when you settled down from the high, feeling the man kiss the inside of your thighs. He bit your skin a little at first, making you give an almost breathless giggle at what you believed was a tease.

His sharp teeth popped the skin of your inner thigh when he bit down again, your warm blood flooding his lips as he instantly sucked the wound, making you gasp and writhe from the pain. His hands secured your hips from thrashing away, your hand tugging at his hair as his tongue repeatedly brushed over your inflicted wound. You grew so focused over the panic, you got caught off guard when his fingers returned towards your folds again. You haven't fully recovered from your first orgasm, the sensation of his fingers making you whine much more louder than you wanted to.

"K-Karl," You gasped out, attempting to push his head away with your hand. "Karl stop! I can't-"

The man refused the push, emitting a low growl from deep in his throat that almost scared you, making you move your hand away from his head. His nails started digging into your skin, leaving angry red trails as his mouth abandoned your bite wound, quickly returning to your pussy without a second thought.

Your next orgasm felt forced, the pleasure more intensified with the stinging pain of overstimulation. It made you buck your hips against his mouth, your hands pulling against your sheets so hard you'd fear they would rip.

Karl removed his mouth as you came back down, giving your wound a final wipe of his tongue before chuckling.

"Now I know why these monsters insist on keepin' you, Everything about you is so sweet." He looked up at you almost glowing, feral eyes and a broad smile on his face, completely ignoring the fact that he bit you just to taste your blood and prove his point.

''And you call me a freak," You breathed out, watching as he stood up from the ground, pulling you closer to him by your legs. He scooped you up in his arms, proceeding to climb up in bed before laying you back down, your head nestled against your pillows.

"We're all freaks," He countered, looming over you as he undid his belt, "But you and I, We're both hand in hand in this twisted freak show."

He pushed inside you slowly, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. To your overstimulated form, you couldn't help but feel a bit of pain while squeezing around his length. But like he had said before, or similar to his words, pain mixed with just the right amount of pleasure was an incredible sensation to feel.

Words were getting lost to your mind when he thrusted more into you, burying deeper and deeper into your core. His weight against you had you feeling caged underneath, his distinct scent filling your senses to the brim. You could've cared less if the world ended then and there, the pleasure growing quickly drowning out everything else that didn't matter, only you and him.

His pace quickened considerably, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with your indescribable moans echoed through your entire room, sounding like music in Karl's ears. Your were a gorgeous sight to behold, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes half open with pupils full blown out, clouded in pleasure. He felt your hands plastered along his back, leaving harsh scratches along his skin that provided him his own share of mixed pleasure and pain.

His hand found your jaw again, keeping a tight hold as you joined him in a rough, heated kiss. The taste of tobacco, your blood and your essence was a peculiar combination you never believed you'd ever get a chance to taste, but you weren't in the right mindset to complain, instead you moaned to indulge.

The tighter you clenched around him let him know you were close, forcing him to slow the pace he set, only to compensate for more hard, brutal thrusts. The bruising force of his hips sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed to push against his chest as a muffled cry came from you, Karl keeping the kiss secured as his arm slipped under you, pulling you up from the bed while swallowing your cries.

He sat up in a kneeling position, both arms secured around your waist as he continued bucking his hips hard, chasing his own release as you were in the middle of yours.

He reached up to hold the back of your head, fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. Your arms draped over his shoulders, locking your hands as you whined against his shoulder, your eyes open as you stared straight towards your gold lined mirror, seeing the way his muscles flexed with your red claw marks brightening the tan skin on his scarred back. His head rested in the crook of your neck, hearing him emit another dangerously low growl as he thrusts faltered, flooding your insides with a potent, hot warmth. Your shuddered against him, riding out both of your highs as you both held onto each other, completely breathless.

Karl's hand cradled the back of your head, both of your tired forms sitting in a comfortable silence. The longer the two of you stayed this way, the more exhaustion wrapped its thick tendrils around their victims. He laid you down, resting your head on your pillow. You almost refused to let him go, looking up at him with half lidded eyes no longer filled with lust, being completely replaced with a different emotion you were scared to voice, but Karl knew right away.

The man was screwed, because the way you looked at him was the same way he looked back at you.

Day Two

Ship: Aizawa x Fem!Reader Prompt: Sexting Trigger Warnings: dirty talk, mutual masturbation, sexting A/N: Day Two of Aizawa Madness!  Hope you guys are enjoying it so far!

Shouta: Are you at home?

You glanced at the text Shouta sent you with a curious tilt of your head.  He wasn’t one to text first, not usually.  You pulled the towel around your shoulders and plopped onto the couch.

I am at home.  Do you need something?

A cheerful meow pulled your attention from the phone.  Fuzz hopped up beside you and bumped his head against your hand before collapsing into a pile of purrs next to your bare leg.  The vibrations were relaxing as you gently scratched his head while waiting for Shouta’s reply.  The news played in the background while Fuzz meowed whenever you stopped petting him.  “You are so spoiled.”  He purred in answer as your hand went back to scratching his head. 

Shouta: Be late coming home.

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